Lucky Mr. Peters
Chapter 14
Monday morning, we were up early. Rafael and Allejandro looked quite handsome in their new school uniforms, so of course I had to take some pictures. I made sure Carlos was included in some of them, I didn't want him to feel left out.
I had given the two older boys keys to the house, as well as instructions on how to use the alarm system on Sunday. I thought it was prudent. With their odd schedules, I wasn't sure I would always be home to let them in. I also gave them some pocket money to spend on food and drinks in the cafeteria.
It was 8 on the dot, when we all left the house. Allejandro and Rafael took off on their vehicles and I slowly followed in the car with Carlos. On our way, I got the distinct impression Carlos had something on his mind. He didn't say anything though, but I knew something would come up, sooner or later.
I was back home at 8.30 and sat down on the couch, reading a book. It wouldn't be long for Pietro to arrive.
Close to 9, the doorbell rang. As I opened the door to let him in, I was taken aback. He was quite pretty, with short black hair and nice facial features. He was cleanshaven, but most striking were his bright blue eyes. He was wearing what could pass for a suit and tie, but didn't seem very comfortable in them. He shook my hand and introduced himself as Pietro Filera.
I guided him into the living room, where we sat down at the dining table. He gladly accepted my offer of coffee. I could tell he was a bit nervous and I hoped the coffee would help settle him down.
"So, your uncle told me you're looking for a job?"
"Yes, sir. I've had a few jobs, but they fired me because ..." he trailed off, his eyes downcast.
"Because you're gay."
He looked up at me, a hint of fear showing in his eyes.
"My uncle told me it wouldn't be a problem for you."
I smiled at him. "Your uncle was right. We're all gay here."
I could almost see his jaw drop down onto the table.
"I got the impression you lived alone", he said, a bit more comfortable this time.
"No, besides me, there's Carlos, Rafael and Allejandro. They're all at school right now."
"How old are they? And why are they living with you?"
"Well, Carlos is 10 and I was looking after him when his mother had to go away for a family emergency. Unfortunately, his mother and grandparents suddenly died. We managed to convince the lady in charge of his case to let him stay here."
"And the others?"
"Rafael is 14. He came to stay here after he was beaten and kicked out of the house by his father for being gay. He's the younger brother of the lady in charge of Carlos' case."
"Allejandro is 16. He was also kicked out by his father, but he's here because he's MY boyfriend."
Pietro didn't seem shocked, just a little overwhelmed. To give him time to process the information, I went into the kitchen to pour us another coffee.
When I came back he had a smile on his face. "It must be so nice for those boys not to have to hide their sexuality. I didn't come out to anyone until I was 18."
"So, does this mean you still want to come and work for us?"
"Absolutely!"
"Well, here's what I suggest: while we still live here, you come by three times a week from 9 am till 1 pm. I think Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays would be best. I'll pay you € 30 per hour, which, after taxes, should leave you about € 180 per week."
"Are you crazy? Nobody pays that much."
"I wasn't finished yet," I said and he excused himself.
"After we move, I'd like you to move into the 2-bedroom guesthouse we have there. Rent and utilities are free and I'll make it so you'll get about € 1,200 per month after taxes. But for that, I do expect you to help out big time."
I could see tears welling up in his eyes.
"Oh, and when time permits, you're allowed to swim naked, the boys all do so, too, most of the time."
"I'll take it." he almost screamed.
"Could you start tomorrow?"
"Yes sir, I'll be here at 9, you can count on it."
"One last thing: I will only fire you if you don't put in the work or, if you do anything with the boys they don't want you to."
"Don't worry about that. This has been the best job offer I've ever had."
I told him he'd probably meet Allejandro the next day and the other two boys on Saturday.
"If you like, you can try out the pool now." I said.
"I'll take that offer", he replied, almost beaming.
He walked out and at one of the recliners started to undress. I picked up a towel, so he could dry off after his swim. As I got back, he was just pulling down his underwear and I stopped dead in my tracks.
He had the build and looks of a swimmer. His torso and legs were hairless and above his cock was a neatly trimmed pubic patch. From the looks of it, his cock was about my size, though it was hard to judge in its current, flaccid state. If it hadn't been for Allejandro, I could certainly have fallen for Pietro.
He caught me staring at him, but just flashed a huge smile before diving into the pool. I quickly put down the towel near his clothes and retreated back inside. On the couch, I picked up my book and started reading again, feeling slightly flustered.
After about half an hour I heard a slight cough. Looking up from my book I found Pietro standing just inside the house, still naked, but his cock no longer flaccid. "It's indeed about my size", flashed through my head.
"I can't get into my underwear," he said, as I laid down my book and just stared at him.
Tentatively he moved to stand before me, I could hardly breathe. I slid slightly forward, mesmerized by the sight in front of me. Bending over, I started to tease his exposed cockhead with my tongue.
"Please", I heard him say. It was my prompt to take him into my mouth. With my left hand, I was playing with his sac and balls, my right hand caressing his thigh. Pietro was moaning loudly as I pleasured his cock with my mouth. Instinctively my right hand wandered to his ass, only to discover that spot was already taken. The realization he was fingering himself as I was sucking him, only fueled my excitement.
Soon I felt his sac tighten. Pietro only managed to say, "I am ...", before he unloaded. I swallowed his substantial present until he started to buckle. I moved him, so he could slide down beside me on the couch.
In between his panting I could hear him saying, "That was amazing."
It took him a short while to recover. He looked over at me, smiling broadly. "If you do that to Allejandro every night, it's no wonder he loves you."
"Well, maybe not every night," I quipped.
He then noticed the time, it was almost 11.30, and he looked surprised and slightly panicked.
"I told my mother I'd be home right now. I have to hurry and go."
He rushed out to get dressed, and I noticed he propped his tie into his pant pocket.
"I promise I'll make it up to you," he said as he came back in.
I told him not to worry about that and accompanied him to the front door. After I opened the door he moved up to me and gave me a short French kiss.
"Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow," and then he was out the door.
I saw him unlocking a rickety old bicycle, get on it and ride away.
Walking back to the couch, my mind was in turmoil. I wondered if I should tell Allejandro about what had just happened. I thought I had to, but I was also afraid of his reaction. He had been ok with everything so far, but that had been with boys younger than him. He might perceive Pietro differently, maybe as a threat even to our relationship.
I was still contemplating everything, when I heard the front door open and then saw Rafael walking in. It snapped me out of my reverie.
He walked over and kissed me, before putting his bookbag away in his bedroom and change out of his uniform. I then realized I was hungry and Rafael was probably too. We settled for our usual sandwiches for lunch, during which Rafael told me about his day.
Most of his classmates had been very impressed by the motorcycle his 'brother' drove to school with. I made a mental note: get Rafael a similar motorcycle for this 16th birthday.
After lunch, Rafael put away our plates in the dishwasher, then stared at me, puzzled.
"Did someone come over this morning?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because there are two coffee cups in the dishwasher."
I told him I indeed had a visitor and that I'd tell them all about it over dinner.
"Why can't you just tell me now?"
"Because you all need to hear about it and I don't want to tell the same thing over and over again."
He reluctantly let the matter rest. He then said that his English teacher had told him he could benefit from reading more books in English. I remembered I had all of the Harry Potter books in English, so we went into the study. I picked out the first book and showed it to him. He told me how much he'd liked the movies, so it was pretty certain he'd enjoy the books too. We returned to the living and sat on the couch, both reading.
After a short while he caught my attention to ask what a certain word meant. I tried to explain it to him, but that didn't work out very well. I took him back into the study and opened 'google translate'. I typed in the English word and had it translated into Spanish and all of a sudden it made sense to him.
He went back into the living, but I had gotten an idea. I found an online electronics store and ordered three tablets and three smart phones, but didn't finalize yet. I went into the living and asked Rafael what he'd done for fun at home or with friends. He told me about one of his friends who had a PS4 and that they'd played 'awesome' games on it.
I went back behind the computer and added a PS4 to the shopping basket. Suddenly Rafael was behind me.
"Are you going to get us a PS4?"
I just nodded.
"You need special games to play."
When I asked him if he knew of any, he said he did. He quickly sat down on my lap and started browsing through the store. He added about 8 games, before noticing that his wiggling butt had had an effect on me. He pushed back against me more, moaning softly.
"It's been a while since I've had that inside of me," he said slyly.
I was horny after my morning session with Pietro and whatever resolve I had quickly disappeared. With my left arm, I pulled him against me, while my right hand found his crotch. I started to knead his hard pecker through his shorts, until he suddenly got up.
"When you're ready to fuck me, I'll be in the bedroom waiting." he said, leaving the study.
I quickly send off the order to the store and followed him.
When I entered the bedroom, he was sitting on the bed. He jumped up as soon as he saw me and started to undress. I followed suit and when I was done, he was waiting for me on his hands and knees. I crawled up behind him and started to pleasure his rosebud with my tongue. Just like the first time, Rafael became very vocal, telling me to put it in.
"You better turn on your back before I get started." I told him.
"Why?" he asked.
"If I fuck you this way and you cum, there'll be a wet spot on the comforter that you'll have to explain to Carlos."
This caused him to quickly turn on his back and pull up his legs. I got the Vaseline from the nightstand and lubed both of us up. As I pushed my cock into his tight boyhole he began to writhe and push back.
As soon as I picked up the pace his hand moved to his boyhood, beating it furiously. As soon as I saw his boycum spurt out onto his chest, I started to squirt into him. I slumped down on him, then turned around and pulled him on top of me. We both just lay there panting for a few minutes.
He then looked up at me. "You're not mad at me for seducing you, are you?"
"I'm not mad at you and besides, you didn't seduce me. If I had not wanted it too, it wouldn't have happened."
"Maybe we could do this again next week then." he said, tentatively.
"Maybe." I replied, not wanting to commit.
"For now, we'd better hit the shower. We're both sticky and a bit sweaty."
After the shower we got dressed and went back to the couch and our books. When it was time for me to pick up Carlos, Rafael wanted to continue reading, so I let him.
After we got back, Carlos sat next to me on the couch. He was leaning into me, letting out soft sighs. It was a clear sign he had something on his mind, so I put down my book.
"What's up, little man?" I asked him.
"Well, you know [sigh] If I had a bicycle, I could go to school by myself too."
"It will take you 20 or 25 minutes to get there."
"Yes, but from the new house it'll be a lot closer."
First argument: lost.
"And what about when it rains realy hard?"
"I could wear a poncho, like the other kids do."
Second argument: lost.
"Do you know how to ride a bike?"
"No, but you or Allejandro or Rafael could teach me."
Third argument: draw.
"Will you let me think about it?"
"Sure, but don't think too long about it. I know Pedro is going to get a bicycle too."
Now it suddenly all made sense. It wasn't about being able to go to school by himself. He just didn't want to be 'outdone' by his boyfriend.
I heard Rafael snicker as he put down his book. "I know how to ride a bike, so I can teach you, Carlos."
I was clearly outvoted.
Allejandro coming in came to my rescue. He dropped his bookbag by the stairs, walked over to the couch and slumped down.
"I'm beat." he said. "I'm glad I'll only have a half day tomorrow."
"You're getting old." Rafael teased him.
"We'll see how you feel after your full day tomorrow." Allejandro retorted.
Seeing it was 4.15 already, I asked Allejandro why he was late.
"Some of the boys wanted to ride on my motorcycle, but I didn't let them. A few then wanted me to drive them around, so I rode with them around the school."
"So, they were sitting behind you, pushing their crotches against your bum?" Rafael asked, suddenly very interested.
"Yes, one of them even put his hand on my crotch, trying to feel if I was hard."
"I bet you were," Rafael laughed.
"No. I was picturing the girls in my class naked and that kept me soft." Allejandro said, grinning widely.
The other two boys were clearly impressed by Allejandro's inventiveness.
"Well, since all three of you are here, I've got something to tell you also," I started.
Their attention immediately shifted on me.
"As you know, Carlos' mother used to help me to keep the house clean. With you guys all in school and all of us moving to a bigger house soon, I will need help again."
"Are you going to get a new cleaning lady?" Carlos asked.
"No, not really. Pietro is actually a guy."
"What's he like?" Rafael asked and I was sure he echoed the thoughts of the other two.
"Well, he's 20 years old, he has black hair, the same skin color as you, but he has blue eyes."
"Does he know we're gay?" Allejandro asked.
"Yes, he does, but that's ok because he's gay too. And before you ask, he also knows you're my boyfriend and how old you are."
"Is he going to live here?" Carlos wanted to know.
"No, while we live here, he'll come by just three times a week from 9 am to 1 pm. But after we move, he'll live with us in the 2-bedroom guesthouse."
"Oh no, if he lives there, we can't swim naked!" Rafael exclaimed.
"I shouldn't worry about that. He actually likes to swim naked too."
Three pairs of eyes started to twinkle.
"Did he swim naked this morning?" Carlos asked.
"No, he didn't," I lied.
They asked when he'd be working here and when I told them, Rafael and Carlos seemed disappointed. Allejandro on the other hand smiled broadly.
The boys then started talking to Allejandro in rapid Spanish. They were up to something and I wasn't allowed to know. Not much else for me to do than to start dinner.
Later, when Allejandro and I were in bed, I told him I hadn't told the whole truth.
"He did swim naked, didn't he?"
I told him he did.
"What did he look like?"
I gave him as good a description as I could. I also told him about what happened after Pietro had come out of the pool.
"Did he really have his own fingers up there?"
"Yes, he did. Are you mad at me?"
"Why would I be mad with you? As long as at the end of the day we end up in bed together I'll never be mad with you."
He grabbed my hand and guided it towards his hard cock.
"You did make me horny though, so you'll have to do something about that."
TBC