All of the usual warnings apply. This work is not written for people under the age of 18, or other ages of majority. If it is illegal for you to access material of a sexual nature, then do not read this.
Copyright Ed. Piera 2002.
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Chapter 3.
The day drifted past in a daze. It was clear that my job was part of a grand ritual which never changed. I had only done one day's work but knew what was happening; at exactly the same time as the day before, the same woman walked in, an entrance which Peter said was reminiscent of the Queen of the Night from Mozart's Magic Flute, leaving in the same manner; Felicity had another list of urgent files. Peter took me to lunch again, although as we were not trying to figure out each other's intentions, it was easier to relax. I could see that the rest of the two weeks were going to consist of total boredom, with interludes gazing at Peter.
During the afternoon Peter had another meeting, I continued working, I was getting close to the end of my assigned work when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I nearly jumped several feet into the air with shock, but realised that Peter's meeting had finished.
"Come with me for a while, I have a special assignment for you."
I walked with him, assuming that there was a problem in some other part of the building which needed extra help. We walked into an office, there weren't many here it was mostly open-plan so this had to be a big important guy's office. Peter closed the door after me, and then walked up behind me, and started to run his hands over my chest, kissing my neck as he went. I had no idea what he was doing, but responded, by pushing my ass back into his groin. His hands moved downwards reaching the top of my pants, he unbuckled my belt, and then my pants as well, letting them drop to the floor. Rubbing my cock through my boxers, he was getting me really hot. Then I realised that we were in an office, and the guy could walk in at any moment.
"Peter, what's going on?"
"A guy just got fired, and so I'm acting replacement. This is my office, and I want to christen it by fucking you on the desk."
The thought got me hotter and hotter. He continued to play with my cock through my boxers, as well as rubbing his groin into my ass. After a little while, he unzipped his own pants and let them drop, then he pushed my boxers down, his followed shortly.
"I want to rim your ass, nice and deep, and then fuck it hard." He was whispering in my ear, and I was more than happy with the idea. He moved down then with one hand holding my shirt and jacket out of the way, and the other still working on my cock, he stuck his mouth right into my ass. Licking and kissing deep he got me really slick and wet ready for his cock.
"Suck my cock to get it well lubed." I turned round, and kissed him on the lips, before kneeling and gazing on his member. Starting at the tip, I licked my way down; soon he was ready for my ass.
He got me lying on the desk, on my back, with my ass right at the edge, my legs were in the air, and my ass very exposed. He started to push his cock onto my hole, it felt perfect. Slowly he entered into me, all of the time our eyes were locking gazing at each other. Eventually I felt his bush against my ass-cheeks. Then he started to pull back, before moving in. The speed increased, with him plunging deep inside me with every stroke, before pulling back until just the tip of his cock was left within me. He was fucking me hard, and I was loving every moment of it. My cock was rock hard from the anal stimulation, and I was getting close; Peter sensed this, and after pushing my shirt out of the way, started to rub my cock in time with his thrusts. Suddenly we both started to ejaculate at the same time; my ass was being filled and at the same time, my cock was doing an impression of Niagara Falls all over my abs.
When we eventually subsided and were starting to regain consciousness of the rest of the world, some clapping started at the other end of the room.
"That was quite some performance Peter, who's your friend."
The shock of knowing that somebody had watched us making love nearly made me faint. Peter seemed to take it in his stride, but I noticed his cock twitching still inside my ass.
"Oh, hi Ethan, what are you doing here?"
"I came to get a file, but I found more than that. Don't worry, it's not my thing, but it doesn't bother me, I won't tell anybody."
Peter pulled out of me, and retrieved our boxers. He mopped up the cum on my abs with his before pulling me up, I had stayed laying down in sheer fright.
"Ethan, this is John, he is a temp covering Joan's maternity; he is also my boy-friend. John, this is Ethan, he's our top investigator into fraud."
We shook hands it seemed surreal.
"That's some mighty tool you've got there Peter." Ethan said working his way through a filling cabinet, Peter started to blush, "you managed well to get it inside you John." It was now my turn to blush. "Ah, here it is; I'm sorry to disturb you guys, as I said, don't worry I won't telling a living soul." He walked out of the office as though nothing had ever happened.
Peter and I look at each other and started to laugh. After a while, I started to get dressed as Peter cleaned his cock with his boxers. He then dressed himself, wearing no boxers now that he had used them for cleaning up. We kissed passionately for at least five minutes.
"I've got some work to finish here, I'll be down before the day ends."
I walked back to the archive and started to finish the work feeling on top of the world.
After work had finished, Peter drove me to his house, I put on my clothes so that my mother wouldn't suspect, and then he drove me back to my home, he was going to collect me again at eight; we had not forgotten the pizza delivery boy's note.
My mother was slightly concerned about my absence over-night, but was reassured by my telephone call. She fussed over me which was a bit irritating, but she was pleased that I had found a friend at home; it seemed as though I would be able to spend some time with Peter without my parents getting suspicious.
Peter drove up and knocked on the door, as we were walking to his car, he paused and then gave me the keys.
"John, I have never had a real lover, I've had many sex partners, but none involved any real true love, I just want to show you that I love you, and I trust you. It's like in the marriage ceremony, what's mine is yours."
I could not hold back the tears, here the hottest stud in town had just told me that I was his one and only lover. Peter put his arm around me, and I rested my face on his shoulder as I gathered my feelings.
"What the hell is going on here?" I happiness was pricked and burst just like a bubble. My father had just walked out of the front door, and clearly now knew what was happening.
"Dad, I can explain." I started to reply, trying desperately to think of something to say.
"Are you a fucking queer?"
I was petrified, I knew my father was never going to go on a pride march, but didn't imagine he would react to strongly. I couldn't say or do anything.
"It looks to me like you're a queer pervert, and that's your boy-friend. I don't want any queers in my house, so fuck off, I never want to see you here again."
He was screaming, and I could tell that he was serious. I still couldn't do anything; Peter grabbed the keys back off me, unlocked the car, and pretty much pushed me into it.
"I take it that you are John's father?"
His English accent commanded respect.
"Yeah. Are you his pervert boy-friend?" My father sneered, he tried to look aggressive, but Peter was in far better shape than he was.
"No actually." My father look surprised. "I'm his employer." My father looked even more surprised. "I am, however, also his boy-friend; but neither of us is perverted; in fact the only thing perverted is your sense of paternal love."
My father was about to respond, although he looked as though he would only be able to manage monosyllables; Peter would not let him interrupt though.
"Do you stand by your decision to throw John out of your house?"
"No fucking queer is going to live here; he is never going to come back into this house."
"Your house is your property, and if that is your decision then we cannot do anything about it; however, his property is still inside, we will come back tomorrow morning, and collect everything."
"No fucking queer is going to set foot inside this house."
Peter did not let the interruption bother him, he merely repeated himself, putting emphasis on the word will. "We will come back tomorrow and collect everything, we will have a lawyer with us, if anything is missing, we will have you charged with theft, if anything is damaged we will have you charged with criminal damage. Do you understand?"
My father looked scared at the thought of lawyers, and merely nodded.
Peter climbed into the car and drove off quickly. When we were about two miles away, he pulled into the side of the road, and stopped.
He turned to face me, I saw the love in his eyes and just started to cry. He held me against him, and we stayed there for at least quarter of half an hour. Eventually my tears stopped.
"I won't ask how you feel, you are bound to feel like shit. I know of two remedies, neither works for the long term, but both have some effect short term."
I looked at him inquisitively. "What are they?"
"You could get blind drunk, you'll throw up a couple of times, and then fall asleep, you'll wake up with one hell of a bad head, and then you can sort yourself out." The way he described it did not make drink seem to appealing.
"What's the other?"
"You have one hell of a good fuck. You miss out the hang-over, vomiting, all of the nasty stuff."
"It sounds better than drinking." I did not sound at all enthusiastic, but my mind was creeping slowly back to Peter and his body.
Peter drove us back to his apartment, it was getting towards nine when we arrived, but I had forgotten about the pizza-boy.
"I'm going to call my lawyer about tomorrow, I won't be long. Love you." Peter gave me a gentle kiss, and I collapsed onto the couch as he walked into the study, just having him around was making me feel much better. I started to think about what had happened; Peter had stepped in, and thought of me first, he put me into the car, out of the way, and then went to face my father, he had been my knight in shining armour. I then started to think about the future, even if my father took back what he had said about me never living there, I couldn't go back. I was part way through a college course, and had quite a bit of debt, no home, nothing really. I was getting depressed, but then Peter walked in.
"It's all going to be o.k." He sat down next tome on the couch, and held my hand. "We're going at eight tomorrow morning, my lawyer is going to meet us there with a van to carry your stuff; he said that if your father threatened either of us he could get a court order keeping him away from us. I don't know what your plans are, but I hope you'll move in here with me; at the very least until the end of the summer vacation."
I nodded to express my agreement. There was a knock at the door. Peter told me to go into his study in case it was my father and went to answer the door. I could hear some talking, and not shouting so it was unlikely to be my father. A little time passed before Peter called me.
"It's o.k. John, you can come out now."
I walked out to find Peter naked on the couch, and the pizza delivery-boy, also naked, on the floor.
"John, do you remember Jason from yesterday? We are going to give you such a good time that you'll forget all of your problems. Jason has to leave at about midnight, and its about nine now, so that's three hours for us to pleasure you."
Peter walked up to me and started to kiss me with more fervour than I would have imagined possible. As we were locked together Jason started to unbutton my shirt, once that was removed, he moved on to my pants, and the rest of my clothes until I was naked. Once my boxers were off, Peter ground his groin into mine, our cocks touched sending a burst of electricity through my whole body.
Jason noticed that our cocks were together, and started sucking them both into his mouth. It was hotter than anything I had tried before, getting a blow-job, with my boy-friend's cock in there too. Peter's hands were as inquisitive as ever, and started to play with my ass; at the same time, my hands roamed all over his back. Jason decided that his hands should get to play as well, so they went for our balls, gently caressing, and tugging on them. After quite some time in this posture, Peter broke away from me, Jason released his cock from his mouth, but kept mine still firmly inside, working it all the harder. Peter went and stood behind me, his cock resting on my ass crack, his arms encircled my body pulling us together. He started to kiss my neck, covering it with his love. Then moving upwards he started to nibble on my ear, then he started to whisper.
"I want to fuck you." He repeated it like a mantra in my ear, very quietly, but so I could hear him, it made me even more aroused.
"I want to fuck you, as Jason and you sixty-nine each other, your cock will be sucked by Jason, your mouth full with his cock, and your ass full with mine. Do you like that idea?"
"Oh yes." It was the first thing I had said for ages, I was forgetting my problems.
"We need to go through to the bedroom." Peter's voice had its natural authority which sounded so sexy.
As we walked through I got a chance to look at Jason; he was very good looking, not as good as Peter, but still a great stud. His long tanned legs had clearly been worked on, they led to possibly the tightest ass I had seen, it was nearly perfectly white with a definite tan-line he obviously sun-bathed with shorts on. His front was toned, but he did not have very defined muscles, I would guess he swam but didn't work out. His body did not have a single hair, apart from his head; he must have shaved at least his pubes. The lack of hair made his cock look bigger than it probably was, but it had to be 8 inches, and was cut; his balls were big but not very low-hanging, they would be fun to eat. He would be fun to eat.
Once we reached the bedroom Peter told Jason to lie on the bed with his head just over the edge, I then climbed on top of him, my cock, now flacid, in his mouth, and my mouth over his which was growing. I had my feet on the floor which steadied me and exposed my ass. I felt Jason start to work on me, and I too set about pleasuring him. I imitated his actions and movements exactly.
He started by running his tongue along the whole length of my cock, I followed suit with his and my tongue. Then I felt a new sensation, Peter started to eat at my ass getting it ready for his cock; instinctively I pushed my ass back onto his mouth his hands held my ass cheeks further open to give him more access. At the same time, Jason started to pay more direct attention to my cock-head; his tongue swirled around making me twitch inside his mouth. Peter's mouth was removed from my ass, and was replaced by a now familiar feeling of his cock pushing gently but surely asking for entry into my ass. I was ready to grant it, and forced my muscles to relax; my nearly virgin ass was still very tight for him, and he had to push in inch by inch. It was still painful for me, but that pain was nothing compared to the simultaneous pleasure, plus that pleasure my cock was getting from Jason beneath me.
Jason and I were not deep-throating each other, Peter had been right, I was penetrated at both ends, and had my cock fully occupied with Jason's mouth. All of my problems melted away like ice would in a frying pan.
Peter was fucking me hard, with his strong cock pushing deep inside me, I would push my ass back impaling myself onto his cock, wanting more and more of him inside me. Jason was sucking hard on my own cock, as I pulled back from Peter's backstrokes he would suck himself further onto me, at the same time, I would nuzzle my mouth down into his hairless pubic patch, a slight stubble rubbing against my lips. It did not take long of this orgiastic love-making before I was getting very close to the edge of a precipice; I could tell from his fuck strokes that Peter was getting close, and Jason's twitching cock placed him in the same situation. It seemed as though we were communicating by a form of telepathy without any words being uttered, my mouth and Jason's being full of cock and Peter's being limited to groans of delight, we were moving towards climaxing together.
Jason's cock started to expand in clear indication of his approaching release, this meant that my own growing cock exploded into his mouth. My orgasm began, it felt as though a nuclear bomb of pure pleasure had detonated inside me. My cock send shot after shot of hot sticky cum into Jason's mouth. My ass muscles spasmed clamping down on Peter's cock, which joined the fray; and my mouth was rewarded for its hard work with a strong flow from Jason. Our united orgasm lasted longer than any I had experienced before; I could literally think of nothing apart from the flood leaving my cock, and the growing presence in my mouth and ass. I was swallowing Jason's cum as quickly as I could, he was reciprocating; my ass was filling with Peter's seed.
Eventually our flows subsided, and our cocks began to return to more normal dimensions. I continued to suck on Jason, ensuring that I would not loose a single drop, but his manhood returned to its flacid state; as it did so, I licked it clean, making sure that it would pass any inspection; my own cock disengourged itself, and was similarly abluted. Peter's cock lasted for the longest, but nonetheless did shorten to a more flexible state eventually; when my ass could no longer contain it, it fell out with a slight plop, and was replaced by Peter's greedy mouth which removed all of the cum which had just been deposited. Soon the three of us were lying on the bed, I had rolled of Jason, and Peter lay next to me; three naked studs, all spent, if only for a short while.
While resting Peter put a porn film on and we sat on the bed watching the hot studs there suck and fuck each other, the plot line was very improbable, but I thought that our own was too. I moved closer towards Peter, who was happy to return my embrace, and accept the stimulation from my hands to his cock.
"I was in the best position then, I think you should have that honour this time Peter." I realised that although he got to fuck ass, and to pump his seed into a man, he could not have had as good a time as I had being fucked, sucked, and sucking all at once. He readily agreed, Jason was happy with his position, so I was the fucker.
After the second round, it was time for Jason to leave, and Peter and I decided that sleep was needed before we confronted my father. I lay in his arms and slowly drifted out of consciousness.
In the morning we met with Peter's lawyer David, he was still quite stud-like, but was terminally straight according to Peter. When we arrived at my house, David went to the door and knocked, my father answered and they talked for a short while, before David beckoned us.
"Your father has agreed to allow us access for half an hour to remove all of your property from his premises; after that you become a trespasser here."
Both Peter and David helped me remove all of my belongings; we had brought several boxes to use, and David had hired a van to put it all into. Once we had finished, I left my key on the table in the hall, and left for the last time. David left quickly after we had put everything into Peter's apartment.
I cried in Peter's arms for at least half an hour, he comforted me, and gradually I returned to normal. When I had calmed down, Peter climbed off the couch and knelt in front of me.
"I know that you have had more than your fair share of emotion recently and so probably don't want any more, but I want to offer you the stability which you have just lost." He was looking straight into my eyes as he spoke, and the eyes spoke of his pure love for me. "John, I haven't known you for very long, but I don't think I need to; I love you more than I have ever loved anyone before; John I want to marry you, we don't need some pointless ceremony, but just as the marriage vows talking about all that I have is yours, and till death us do part, I want you and me to be like that."
I could do nothing apart from mumour a vague 'yes Peter' as I cried even more profusely than before.