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By Bokjay. Comments welcome to bokjay123@hotmail.com
The Immigrants 7 Chapter 7
Stuart saw three potential jobs. One chap was a timewaster but the other two were promising. The last being quite a lot of work and would be worth a fair amount. The prospect of bagging that alone improved his mood.
But he couldn't stop thinking of Miro. He had now calmed down quite a bit and admitted his anger was now equally shared on himself for going too far. Had he not goaded him on there wasn't a cat in hells chance that he would have done it off his own bat. But he couldn't forgive him completely even so; it had been such a savage experience.
He returned home to what he thought was an empty house. He knew they rarely came back before six on a Sunday so would have some private time. Stripping off he had another shower and finished it with another liberal coating of Savlon cream around his ass hole. This is what he used whenever a bit sore and it never failed to get him right quickly.
But walking out onto the landing he heard some papers being shuffled in Miro's room and realised he had not gone into town with the others. He still didn't want to face him especially if they were the only two in the house, so once in his bedroom, he pushed the door too and lay on the bed hoping to have a rare afternoons sleep.
But having the opportunity didn't mean it would actually happen. His mind was not settled enough to sleep. He began thinking of the jobs he had seen earlier till he brought that line to a halt. It crossed his mind what Miro might be doing in the next room, but he killed that thought too. He began playing with his dick thinking perhaps if he had a wank then it would make him tired enough to drop off. But he gave up on that as well.
There was a muffled knocking at the door and Miro came in and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Boss, I have to talk," he began, sounding well rehearsed. "Inside I am paining too much. What happened this morning make me very sad, and angry too. I was a very bad guy, really." He paused as if he had forgotten what he was going to say.
"You know boss, I like you very much. We all like you, you have been very good to us, we all understand this. So it hurt me too much what is happening this morning."
It crossed Stuart's mind that he would say it was all his fault.
"Boss, my mind began thinking of Maria, my girlfriend, well before, you know. She left me and I got so angry. I never made love since she left me, never. Somehow this morning I got angry thinking of her when we last made love she promised we would get married and then she went and married somebody else. I got all mixed up Boss, I don't know how. I am really sorry."
Stuart didn't know what to say. He still was not happy yet he understood what he was trying to tell him. He wanted to speak his mind but didn't want to say anything that would make him quit work. His arse was feeling better and to loose a really good worker over what after all, was a temporary discomfort would be mad. He couldn't decide what to say.
Miro had put his hand on his shoulder and was gently kneading "You know boss, every girlfriend tell me I am very good in bed. I am proud to say I make my girlfriends very happy. But this morning..." He shook his head in dismay.
"Boss!" he cleared his throat as if the next was an important announcement.
"Boss, this morning no good for me, no good for you. I am very sorry. I am good lover in bed, very good. Let me show you, boss, I can do very nice for you."
Stuart was flabbergasted. Talk about being caught with his pants down, it was completely unexpected. He looked at him squarely for the first time and saw the apprehension on his face. Shit, he was handsome, letting his mind get sidetracked. But if it went wrong and he got angry all over again he might lose him, and that might also mean the other two might leave. He would be really stuffed.
"I was thinking, Miro, the only way you could make me happy would be to suck my cock."
He just blurted it out without giving any thought. What was going through his mind was these three were straight and only using him till they got girlfriends and then they wouldn't look at him again. Apart from one wanking him off, they hadn't volunteered anything in return, not that he minded but it was just the fact. Perhaps putting Miro off with such an impossible request would end it all quickly and their little fall out would be over and they could get back to normal.
Miro just looked at him blankly. Did he hear right or did Boss say something else?
"Boss I never do that before!" he began.
"Okay", thought Stuart, this is where he backs out.
"Maybe I not good," he continued.
Then he smiled. "But I have girlfriend one time who make like that and I like very, very much! I know why you ask for this thing!"
To Stuart's absolute astonishment, he slowly turned back the sheet.
"Boss, you too big, not like me. Maybe I cannot do this. But I try for you."
He turned and leant across Stuart and picked up his soft dick. He stared at it for a few moments and then up at Stuart. Resigning himself to the task, he moved the last few inches and took it in his mouth.
Stuart was so shocked he didn't get a hard-on for at least a minute. His body kind of resisted the reaction of Miro's lips. Miro, on the other hand, thought he must be doing it wrong and sucked all the harder. Then lust kicked in and Stuarts cock exploded in length, making Miro wretch a few times. But he didn't give up, occasionally lifting his eyes to meet Stuarts who gave an appreciative nod for him to continue.
It was a very impressive first experience. He caught his teeth a couple of times but for the rest, he worked very hard to suck and lick in all the right places. Miro was softening him up all right, he began to relent and stroke his back. He might have grabbed for his dick but it was just out of reach. Even so, when he came he didn't warn him. Miro just choked a little and carried on sucking for all he was worth.
Eventually, Stuart had to pull him off. "Miro, you'll suck up my balls if you carry on!"
"What?"
He broke off and turned to face Stuart grinning.
"Okay Boss? I do good job?"
"Very good, I didn't think you would know how."
"What?"
"Good Miro, very good."
He smiled at the compliment. "I tell you, I am very good in the bed, now you believe?"
"You tell me you are good with women Miro, I don't think you know how to be good with men."
"They are different?" he frowned.
"Yes, women have pussy's and men have cocks and arse holes."
It took a while to sink in and he then began to laugh. "But all same for fucking, no?"
"If you say so, Miro."
He stretched out on the bed alongside Stuart. He began idly tracing his hand over his chest and down his body as far as he could.
"So Miro, you enjoy sucking my cock?"
"You enjoy Boss? If you enjoy, then I enjoy no problem."
"How about me cumming in your mouth?"
Miro shrugged. "It's only man milk, its okay no problem for me. I taste already."
"You suck somebody before?"
"No, I taste my own milk. You same mine I think."
They didn't speak for a while, each to his own thoughts. Miro turned in towards Stuart, hooking one leg over his and continued running his hand over his body.
A few minutes later he began "Boss? We friends now? You're angry with Miro finished?
Stuart laughed and put an arm over his back. "Yes, we friends now. No, I think we good friends now," he said, emphasising the good.
Miro got the point and laughed, cuddling into Stuart.
Stuart now felt relaxed. Having cum and made up with Miro and having him cuddle and stroke his body, he finally felt like dropping off to sleep.
"Boss, you happy now I show you I am good man in bed?"
"Yes, I'm happy," he chuckled.
Stuart closed his eyes contentedly letting Miro gently massage and rub him all over. Although his fingers squeezed and gently dug the flesh the feeling was very soothing and had him dozing quickly.
His sojourn was short. The Savlon meant Miro's dick went in without hindrance. Stuart woke to being filled up and momentarily at a loss to what was happening. He was already fully inside by the time he could collect his thoughts and say something.
"Miro, what are you doing?"
"You said I can show you how I am good in bed!"
"I thought you meant what you had just done, sucked my cock, not anything more!"
He could distinctly feel Miro's cock throbbing inside. It felt really good.
"You want me stop?" he asked disappointedly.
"You going to kill me like this morning?"
He laughed a little and pushed his face against his, giving his ear a nibble.
"No, I promise. You like what Miro is going to do."
He pushed back against him to give approval and nothing more was needed to be said. Slowly he began going in and out making Stuart think it would be a re-run of Jan's way of doing things.
The differences soon began to show. Miro's hand continued to range over his body to which he added running his nose up the nape of his neck, and then he gave little bites and nibbles to his shoulders and ears. His cheeks rubbed against the side of his and when the trace of stubble dragged across his neck, it sent shivers through him.
Lower down, he just didn't go in and out. Instead, he added rotating his hips, corkscrewing in. He dug left, right, up and down with his cock.
Stuart was being taken to another heaven than he was used to. In fact, he quickly found that it was not so much the cock moving in and out but all these other sensations that were bombarding his brain and sending him out of his mind.
Just when he imagined Miro would be heading towards a finish, he was pushed onto his stomach and both hands spread above his head. He hooked his feet around his ankles and pulled them apart. Hands and feet intertwined, spread-eagled, he began all over again.
Each time the speed built up until every joint in Stuart's body seemed to be rattling, Miro slamming home at a frantic speed, which culminated in an orgasm.
Still panting, Stuart was turned over and his knees pushed back towards his chest and it all started over again. From there Miro stood up, holding him by his ankles so that just his head was on the bed. Finished with that he lowered him down but pushed his legs back over his head to touch the headboard. Then standing astride him he pile drove down vertically.
"You like Miro fuck?" he asked. "Your hole just like lady, my cock like it very much. You like my cock fuck you?"
His limited English meant he knew only the basic crude words. But with the melodious whispering of these questions, it was a fantastic turn on.
Stuart grunted between trying to catch his breath. "Fuck yes, don't stop, please. Fuck me all day." He was quite out of his mind.
Miro pulled him off the bed and stood him facing the wall. He was spread-eagled again and fucked him hard for the wall gave nothing to absorb the thrusts. Finished with that he took one leg and put it on top of the chest of draws. It was a strain for Stuart to keep the position between that and balancing on one leg, the effect was to close his hole up. When Miro pushed in he felt every last millimetre penetrate.
He felt like his strength had evaporated and if it wasn't for Miro pressing up behind him, he would collapse onto the floor.
With enough of that, he pulled him back to the bed and on all fours, this time probing with his fingers in the rest periods. Then he dismounted and stood next to the bed, pulling Stuart part off and bending over so that his face was buried into the sheets and began another round.
He could barely feel the fucking at all by now, but Miro never stopped his hands roaming and his neck massages, so he was kept in a kind of constant orgasmic suspension.
Miro pushed him fully onto the bed and on his back and mounted him. He went at him furiously till achieving orgasm. Stuart had come again but was not aware just when. He was left with his head spinning and even when Miro pulled out, his body continued to tingle as if it was still in the throes of orgasm.
"Boss, sorry I stop fucking. My eggs pain too much. I make too much milk. Very sorry Boss."
He dismounted from Stuart and stood at the edge of the bed getting his breath back. Stuart's body ached, especially his legs as he unfolded them. Miro held out his hand to pull him up and sit on the edge of the bed.
Miro needed to hear some reaction. "Boss, you have good fuck with me?"
Stuart looked up and began laughing.
"What Boss?" he asked, concern creeping into his voice.
"Miro, that was the best sex I've ever had in my entire life. It was fantastic, amazing, incredible!"
"So you like?" he smiled.
"Like? I loved it, Miro. I can't believe you are the same quiet guy who works for me. In the bed, you are a real Jekyll and Hyde."
"What's that Boss?"
"That means you were good, very, very good!"
They looked at each other grinning. Stuart still couldn't quite believe what a demon he was and couldn't quite believe that this beautiful guy who he had fantasised sex with so many times, had actually done everything and more than he had ever imagined.
Stuart stared at him, taking in his looks to try and etch this into his memory. His dick although not steel hard, was quite full and standing proud of his body. He reached forward to have his first good look.
"You have a great cock Miro, beautiful!"
"But not big like yours."
"After that performance, that is something I should be thankful for! It's perfect for how you use it!"
He had an urge to pay homage, so bending forward he took it into his mouth and let it go to the back of his throat. He just wanted to feel it filling his mouth for a little time while he felt his balls and rolled them in his hands. Slowly his cock began to grow again and he could feel the change in temperature as it hardened. Miro rested a hand on his head as he began to play his tongue around the head and length.
"You like I fuck your mouth?"
Back on another high, he answered, "Yes, I'd like very much"
Miro was gentle but positive with his thrusts. When fully in he didn't keep him gagging for more than a second, more like teasing to push it all inside rather than the fact.
Suddenly he pulled out. "Sorry Boss, I like very much but I told you, my eggs are too much paining. I make milk three times already; I don't think they do again. Really Boss, I want make water now, not fuck."
Stuart gave his arse a little slap. "Me too, I need to piss as well."
But when he stood up his legs felt like jelly and his hips ached alarmingly. He had to reach for the chest of drawers and then the door for help as he followed him to the bathroom.
They stood side by side at the toilet and Stuarts stream began immediately. But Miro still had a hard on and couldn't begin.
"I think you are still horny, you should cum first and then you will go soft and be able to piss," he advised, amused at a predicament he had had himself many times.
Miro moaned in despair. "I want make water, sure I want."
Stuart finished and Miro's dick was still as hard as he was in the bedroom.
"No Miro, cum again first and then you will piss."
Still euphoric from the bedroom he was in a mood to tease. He bent down and turned him to one side, taking his dick and put it in his mouth.
"Ah, Boss no!" he moaned.
The devil was in Stuart and he sucked. If Miro was not quite at full hard he was after a few seconds.
He broke off, "Cum first and then you'll piss."
Stuart lost himself to sucking the tool of the amazing experience he'd just had. What did his dad say, "always watch the quiet ones', well Miro was true to form on that score, quite incredible.
"Boss, I don't know..." he trailed off in complaint.
He groaned again and Stuart felt him start cumming as a powerful jet hit the back of his throat. Voila! He had been right. A few seconds later another jet and then another straight down his throat.
"Boss!" wailed Miro. "I think water!"
Stuart's eyes met his and found his concerned expression. He backed off his cock so the next jet went over his tongue. It was very liquid and slightly sharp in taste. `Shit' he thought, he was peeing in spurts. Their eyes met, Stuart thinking he would clamp his dick and cut off the stream. Miro thinking it was what Stuart wanted so made no effort to stop.
Finally realising Miro was not going to do anything he squeezed his dick and took his mouth off and directed him to the toilet bowl.
"You okay?" asked Miro and he strained to empty himself and Stuart jumped under the shower, offering his mouth to the sprinkler.
Stuart couldn't believe what he had just done. It had never crossed his mind before and had it been Jan or Wit, he would probably have gone crazy. For some reason, it didn't seem to matter with Miro. He wished he hadn't in the first place but now it was a matter of shrugging, `and so'.
Miro stepped into bath shower with hard-on intact.
"Boss you do something and I can't pee properly, still stuck."
Stuart laughed and told him to stop thinking about it and once under the water he noticed it soon began to return to its flaccid state.
He was washing his hair when Miro spoke again.
"Now I think I make water okay. I go back to toilet."
"You're okay, do it in the bath, it all goes down the same pipes."
Miro did as told, peeing straight down the bath drain.
He was rinsing out the last of the suds when Miro laughed.
"All finished. Now okay!" he smiled. "Boss, you sure you don't want little more?"
"No thanks. Been there and done it, no need to do it again thank you very much."
"Oh Boss, you scared about a little water?" he goaded.
"No, I'm not scared, just not into drinking pee!"
"Oh no, I think my Boss is scared, my Boss chicken I think."
"I'm not scared and I'm not chicken," he said, kneeling down in front of him. Really it had been no big deal. He had read many people did this in survival dramas so it could be done, just it was weird. But he would show him if he was chicken or not.
Miro pushed his hips forward and took his hand off his dick. Nothing happened for a few moments. Stuart bent forward and took it in his mouth. He liked the softness of the skin and spongy feel of the shaft very much.
Suddenly there was a spurt of water into his mouth, then another and another.
He thought he had proved the point and pulled off as Miro's last spurt went over his face, which he quickly washed away with the shower water. Stuart cleared his mouth and put his head under the shower rose again swilling out the taste.
"So, your Boss is not chicken?"
"No, my Boss is good," he laughed.
Stuart shook his head in disbelief. "I think only Miro could get me to do that," he laughed. "Nobody else, never."
Miro laughed along with him "I think only Boss get me to do that, nobody else."
Stuart reckoned he was finished and was about to step out of the bath.
"Boss, now my eggs okay, no pain now finished with water. You want suck him?"
Stuart turned around to find a hard dick pointing back. "You want more?"
Miro shrugged his shoulders and nodded back to the bedroom. "I thought you wanted to suck him before. Now he okay, you can if you want."
It was not an offer he would ever want to miss, so he turned off the shower and knelt once more in front of Miro.
Quickly it turned into a battle, Miro teasing it in and out when Stuart wanted to suck. Then Stuart licking his balls when he knew Miro wanted to fuck his mouth hard. It became just as varied as the sex they had done earlier.
When Miro came, Stuart felt like he never wanted his dick to leave his mouth ever again. He loved his gentle but slightly aggressive technique, pushing it hard down his throat and almost but never quite choking him.
Miro helped him up.
"I love your dick Miro, I want to be your slave," he mused
"I want you like him very much, he enjoy very nice," he laughed.
He leant forward and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Miro pulled back looking startled.
"I not kiss man like that before," he said quickly.
But after a couple of moments considering, he began to grin and leant forward. Stuart met him halfway and they began to kiss and battle with their mouths as if old hands.
Stuart was getting excited all over again. His little peck on the lips had opened yet another door with Miro.
Then Miro broke free.
"I have better idea," he winked.
He dropped to his knees and took Stuart in his mouth and then added.
"I think we woke up your little brother again. Now I see to him, don't worry."
He went back and did an even better job than his first effort. Stuart watched his face as he came, and he didn't bat an eyelid as he unloaded into his sweet mouth.
"Good Boss? That was my turn to do something, you like?"
Stuart leant in and kissed him again. "Beautiful Miro," he murmured.
A glance out of the bathroom window told him it was getting late.
"I think we better finish here and get dressed, Jan and Wit will be home anytime."
"Yes, I forget those two, I think I get too much crazy today."
When they did arrive, they found them watching sport on the TV, Stuart in his usual place on the sofa and Miro in the easy chair across.
Stuart followed them into the kitchen to help put the shopping away.
"So," said Jan, "You and Miro friends yet?" he gave a knowing smile and winked at Stuart.