Lucky Mr. Peters
Chapter 22
At around 5:30, I went into the kitchen to start dinner. Allejandro had joined the others in the pool an hour earlier. As I was busy, I got an idea as to what I wanted to make for dinner on Saturday. I made a mental note to myself to go grocery shopping the next morning.
The evening passed fairly normal. When I told the four youngest it was time for bed, there were no complaints. All of them went up the stairs with huge smiles on their faces. When Allejandro came from the kitchen with our glasses of wine, he too was smiling. I was sure he was dying to tell me what he’d learned about the arrangements, the boys had made.
“I’m sure they’re going to have fun tonight,” he said, after he had sat down.
“Did they tell you about their ‘big’ plans?” I asked him, amused at his nondescript comment.
“Yes, they’re going to have sex all together, but then they’ll sleep in separate pairs. Pedro and Carlos sleeping together and Rafael and Fernando together.”
“Well, then at least they’ll get some sleep,” I said, hoping they wouldn’t be too grumpy in the morning.
I then told Allejandro all about the visit I had from Pedro’s mother that morning. He laughed when I related the meeting with Pietro and Mauricio, and the comments she had made.
“I just can’t picture her being thin,” he said, after I told him about the conversation at the tennis court.
“Neither can I, but people change. Did you know that as a baby, I was really quite chubby.”
This remark caused Allejandro to laugh, so I went into the study and retrieved the photo albums that contained pictures of the much younger me. As we were going through them, we each had another glass of wine. From my baby photo’s we progressed to those made in my early teens, as I shared my childhood with Allejandro.
When we’d finished our wine, it was really time for bed, so we went upstairs. We both fell sound asleep after satisfying each other.
As we were walking down the stairs, the next morning, we could hear laughter coming from the living room. When we entered, I could see the boys had discovered the photo albums I’d left on the coffee table and were paging through them.
When they noticed us, Carlos immediately came up to me with one of the albums, smiling.
“Look at this fat baby!” he said, showing me a picture of myself at 6 months old.
Both Allejandro and I almost doubled over.
“Those are Rudee’s baby pictures,” Allejandro managed to croak.
I could see all of the boys going from looking at the pictures to me and back again a few times.
“At least you weren’t an ugly baby like me,” Pedro exclaimed, “I was all wrinkles.”
Of course, this resulted in a few of the boys demanding Pedro to bring along his baby pictures the next time he’d stay over. In turn, this caused Carlos to run up the stairs and come back with his own set of albums. His diaper pictures were hilarious.
Before I left to go grocery shopping, I managed to feed all of them at least some breakfast. Pietro decided to come with me. The boys opting to go down to the game room.
When I told Pietro I expected him and Mauricio to join us for dinner that evening, he scrapped a few items off his shopping list. I was going to make my ‘signature dish’, the recipe for which I’d learned from my mother. Babi pangang was a very popular dish back in Holland and the ‘à la Peters’ version was famous amongst friends and family.
We were back at the house by 10:45 and I immediately went into the kitchen, closely followed by Pietro. He was actually a great help in making all the preparations, so we were done within an hour.
After our simple lunch, Rafael didn’t go down with the other boys. He was getting fidgety, anticipating Hugo’s arrival. I told him to call Carlos back up, and he did. Not knowing whether one or both of Hugo’s parents would want to come in, I asked Carlos to change into something more ‘appropriate’. He only grudgingly agreed.
At 1:50 Rafael had had enough and he went outside to await his friend’s arrival. I had never seen him this nervous and excited before, and it made me smile. Close to 2 I joined him and enjoyed seeing him pacing around, keeping a constant eye on the driveway to our property.
A few minutes later a car drove up with Hugo and I assumed, his dad. Introductions were made and Hugo and Rafael immediately disappeared into the house. Hugo’s father and I talked for a few minutes, but he declined my invitation to come in. Before leaving he told me how glad he was Hugo finally had made a friend and that he’d be back around 9 to pick him up.
When I got back in the house, I found Rafael and Hugo lip locked in a corner of the hallway. Not wanting to embarrass them, I just walked through and made for the living room, where they joined me shortly after.
“Is it ok if we go swimming?” Rafael asked.
“Sure, but shouldn’t you ask the others if they might want to join you?” I replied, at which Rafael started to shake his head.
I had forgotten to ask him if Hugo knew they usually swam nude, but now got my answer.
“You did tell Hugo you all swim naked, didn’t you?”
I know, it was mean, but I just couldn’t help it. Rafael turned beet red, but Hugo got the biggest smile on his face I’d seen yet.
“Oh man, I’ve always wanted to swim naked, but my parents would never let me,” he exclaimed.
He grabbed Rafael’s hand and pulled him out onto the patio. Within no time both of them were undressed and making a dash for the pool. It wasn’t long before they were joined by the rest of the pack.
Close to 4, Rafael and Hugo came back into the house, towels around their waist and tenting. Rafael told me they were going up to his room and I just smiled and nodded.
Shortly after, Allejandro also came in, dressed, and sat down next to me.
“Where are Rafael and Hugo?” he asked.
I told him and a big smile crossed his face.
“You’ve got a dirty mind,” I said, “they might just be talking.”
Hugo and I had climbed out of the pool and dried ourselves. I’d asked him if he wanted to go to my room and he had just smiled and nodded. We had put the towels around our waists to mask our boners, picked up our clothes and went inside. When I told Mr. P we were going up to my room, he had just smiled and nodded.
Once we were in my room with the door closed, I couldn’t hold back, I just had to kiss Hugo’s beautiful lips. Putting my arms around him and pulling him close, I could feel his hard-on pressing against mine through the towels. As we moved, the towels came loose and I stepped back a bit so they could fall to the floor. Stepping forward again, I could feel his cock against mine and it was intoxicating.
We were both slightly out of breath as our kiss broke. We looked at each other, smiling and then I looked down. There it was, the thing I had wanted more than anything in my life so far. I reached out and touched it, causing Hugo to shudder slightly. It felt magical, warm, soft and hard at the same time. I had touched plenty of dicks before, but this was just different, better.
I knelt down, pulled back his foreskin and leaned in to kiss the top. Touching his balls and playing with them caused his cock to jump a few time and Hugo moaned softly. There were only a few hairs visible, just above the base of my prize. I couldn’t resist and moved forward, closing my mouth around his glans.
I could feel Hugo putting his hands on my head. He slowly started to move his hard-on further in, then back out again a little. He continued doing that for a little while and then suddenly pulled out. I looked up at him and saw him smiling at me.
“Could I please fuck you now?” I could hear him whisper.
Was he kidding? I got up and pulled him over to the bed. I grabbed the jar of Vaseline from one of the drawers and handed it to him. I lay down on the bed, grabbing my knees and pulling them up to my chest. I told him what to do and I could see his hand was shaking as he pushed his Vaseline covered fingers inside of me. He slid them in and out a few times, just as I told him, then lubricated his own cock. Quickly he scooted forward and as he entered my hole, I could see him smile.
“Oh god, this feels so good,” he said, as he was building up a rhythm.
He soon speeded up and I don’t think my cock had ever been this hard. Feeling his balls slapping against my bum was mind blowing. Then I felt my own balls starting to tingle and I warned Hugo I was going to cum. I managed 5 good spurts and then Hugo tilted his head back and pushed in as deep as he could. I could feel him squirting inside me and it was the best feeling ever.
After just a few seconds he slumped forward and just fell on top of me, his cock slipping out of my bum. We were both panting, but I managed to put my arms around him. Feeling his warm body against mine as we recovered was heaven.
When our breathing had slowed down, I could feel him moving his hips against me again. He lifted his head, smiled and then started kissing me once more. I felt myself getting hard and suddenly Hugo moved down and started sucking me. It was amazing feeling his mouth on me, but then he stopped.
“It’s your turn now,” he said, getting on his hands and knees next to me.
I got up and moved behind him. When I saw his hole up close for the first time, I just had to kiss it. Then I started licking it and Hugo moaned, quite loudly. His bum was so pretty, I felt myself getting harder still. I backed off and quickly dipped two fingers into the jar of Vaseline. I was really excited when I saw my fingers disappear into him.
“Please, I want you to fuck me now,” Hugo said.
I scooted forward and as my cock went in, it felt so warm and so right. I didn’t mind fucking Carlos, but this was so different. I bent over him, managed to take hold of his hard-on and started jacking him. Hugo was backing his bum into me, but I couldn’t understand what he said as it was all in German.
I felt the tingling start again and told Hugo. I was still jacking him with one hand, but held the other in front, hoping to catch whatever came out. Then I just spurted into him, giving me the most wonderful feeling ever. I also noticed my hand was getting wet.
When I pulled back my hand and let go of his cock, Hugo just slumped down on the bed. It caused my softening dick to plop out of him and then Hugo flipped around on his back. I looked at the translucent liquid in my hand and licked to have a taste. After savoring it, I kept on licking until my hand was clean.
I then lowered myself onto Hugo and kissed him. I had had happy moments in my life, but this was by far the best. We just lay in bed for a while longer, then I suggested we’d have a shower, and we did.
Since I still had quite a lot to do, I went into the kitchen. Close to 6, I told Allejandro to warn the others and have them set the table in the dining room. It was past 7 when we finished dinner and I reminded the two youngest that it wouldn’t be long before Pedro was due to go home. Carlos said they’d just go down to play a few more games. Hugo and Rafael went with them, leaving the rest of us to clear up.
“Maybe it’s time for me to find myself a boyfriend too,” Fernando said, but the tone of his voice betrayed he was joking.
“So, you’re not out hunting for a boyfriend of your own?” I asked him, smiling.
“Nope, I’m too young to commit myself to any one man. Besides, I don’t know anyone who’d be able to keep up with me,” he said, a huge grin appearing on his face.
“I’m sure I could keep up, but unfortunately for you, I’m already taken,” Allejandro laughed.
After clearing the dining room, we decided to watch some television. Pietro and Mauricio thanked me for having them over for dinner and retired to their own place. A short while later Carlos and Pedro came back up as it was time for the latter to go home. Of course, he thanked me for having him over and said goodbye with hugs and kisses all around. When Carlos came back in after seeing off his boyfriend, I was surprised when he came over and sat on my lap.
“Thank you for being my papi,” he said and gave me a big hug.
“You’re welcome, Carlos,” I croaked, holding him close, so he wouldn’t see I was tearing up a bit.
Allejandro noticed though, quickly put his arm around me and kissed away the tears.
“You are such a softie,” he tenderly whispered into my ear.
Carlos was content to keep sitting on my lap and watching television with us. Of course, I had no problem letting him.
When the time for Hugo to be picked up drew near, he and Rafael also appeared from the game room. Hugo’s goodbye was similar to Pedro’s, with hugs and kisses all around. I let them go out alone too, giving them the privacy they undoubtedly needed. Some ten minutes later Rafael came back in, looking only slightly flustered.
He sat down on the couch with the rest of us, but he was a bit fidgety.
“Would you guys mind if I slept in my own room tonight?” he asked, obviously addressing Fernando and Carlos.
Both of them looked surprised at first, but then started to smile.
“The two of you had sex this afternoon, didn’t you,” Fernando quipped.
Rafael didn’t answer, the blood rushing to his face though spoke volumes. When he was about to get up, Fernando pulled him back on the couch and hugged him. I could see Fernando whispering something into Rafael’s ear, initiating a sheepish smile. Then Rafael whispered something back, causing Fernando to start laughing almost uncontrollably.
After that, things calmed down a bit. We kept watching tv until the three youngest decided it was time for them to go to bed. This triggered Allejandro to go to the kitchen and get us our glasses of wine. He handed me my glass, then made a show of sitting down on my lap.
“Don’t you think you’re a little too old to sit on my lap?” I asked him.
“No! Besides, I thought you might enjoy the feel of my skinny butt instead of Carlos’ for a change,” he responded.
“You’re not getting jealous now, are you?”
“That depends on when you actually got this hard,” he said, grabbing my crotch.
“Only when I saw you wiggling this on the way to the kitchen,” I replied, caressing his bum.
It truly felt nice, having my boy sit on my lap. Sipping our wine, we just talked about the day’s events.
“Do you really think Fernando is happy not having a boyfriend?” Allejandro suddenly asked.
I told him I didn’t know, but that deep down inside I had a feeling he was masquerading. Allejandro agreed, Fernando had been just a bit too lighthearted about not having a boyfriend. We agreed to keep an eye on him, it was better to err on the safe side. With that, we finished our wines and retreated to our own bedroom, I had my hand on his bum all the way there.
Sunday afternoon, Rafael came up to me and asked me if we could talk. We went into the study and he told me he was thinking of sleeping on his own from now on.
“I really like Carlos and Fernando, but it feels like I’m cheating on Hugo when I would sleep with them. I would also like to stop doing things with you, if that’s ok,” he said.
During the last sentence, his voice started to tremble a bit, showing his insecurity and nervousness.
“I’m sure Carlos and Fernando will understand when you explain it to them. As for doing things with me, that has always been your choice. You do know you could have said ‘no’ at any time.”
He simply nodded, then asked, “Why is it so different with Hugo?”
“Well, I think it’s the difference between having sex and making love. You know, I think that first evening, when Allejandro came to my hotel room, he expected to have sex. Instead, I made love to him and have been doing so ever since.”
A huge smile crossed Rafael’s face, and he quickly hugged me.
“You do understand,” he said and I just smiled at him.
Later, when we were alone, Allejandro asked about my talk with Rafael. When I told him, he actually smiled at the latter part too.
“You’re right, I wanted and expected sex, but it wasn’t anything like that. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that first night. Do you think that’s when we fell in love?”
“I don’t know, but I’d like to think so; love at first sight.”
“But we first saw each other in the morning.”
“Yes, but at that time we were both still fully dressed.”
“Finish your wine, I want to go upstairs, so you can make love to me again.”
On Monday morning, I just remembered that all the boys would be off from school the next week. It was their autumn break. I thought about things we could do, but rejected one after the other. I wanted to instill some culture, but there weren’t that many museums around. I thought about taking them all with me on a trip to Amsterdam, but that would take them out of their comfort zone a bit too early.
Wandering around the house, I came across my collection of movies and that gave me a great idea. Some, if not all, of those movies would give them something to talk about. I had a few classics and a good number of movies that never made it to the big screens. They were still interesting though and I thought the boys would definitely enjoy them. With the weather getting colder, it would also be good way to keep them inside the house.
When Fernando and Rafael came home, things were a bit weird. After lunch, both boys just went their ways. I felt a bit lost without Rafael wanting to do something with me. It was strange to realize how quickly I had become used to it. I hadn’t thought I would miss fucking his cute little ass, but I did.
A short while later, Fernando walked up to me and I noticed he was looking a bit pale. He told me he had felt a weird pain when he peed and then suddenly had to vomit. I felt his forehead, but it wasn’t much warmer than normal, so he probably didn’t have a fever. When I asked him if he had any pain, he pointed to the right side of his belly. When I touched it, he winced and almost doubled over.
Fernando then made for the nearest toilet and I could hear him vomit again. I called out for Pietro, whom I knew was somewhere near, and he soon came running. I told him about Fernando feeling sick and asked him to mind Rafael and later the other boys, while I took Fernando to the hospital.
Of course, this wasn’t a problem and soon Fernando and I were on our way. I’d given him a plastic bag, just in case he needed to throw up again. He visibly winced every time we came across a little bump in the road and that worried me. Luckily, the hospital wasn’t very far and I parked my car close to the entrance to the ER.
After entering, we immediately made for the reception desk. I told the nurse what had been going on and Fernando was taken to an examination room. Waiting outside, I could see a few doctors and nurses going in and out of the room. I felt my stomach turn into a knot, when a young doctor walked up to me.
He introduced himself, but I didn’t manage to catch his name.
“It’s a good thing you brought young Fernando in. His appendix is only slightly inflamed, so we caught it early. He is being prepared for laparoscopic surgery right now and we don’t expect any problems.”
I asked if I could go in and see him, but the doctor told me he was already being anesthetized.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Peters, this is a very routine operation. If all goes well, he’ll be back home in two or three days,” the doctor said, giving me a reassuring smile.
“So what do I do now?” I asked, having absolutely no clue.
“Go home, Mr. Peters. We will call you immediately after the surgery is completed. You can probably come see Fernando around 7 this evening. He should be fully awake by that time.”
I was still a bit dazed when I got into my car. I took a few minutes to compose myself before I started to drive home.
When I got home I saw Carlos exiting the garage as I drove in. He waited for me to come out too and asked me where I’d been. I said I’d tell him once we were in the house. Then I noticed the new metallic blue car, parked near the guest house. It had probably been picked up by Mauricio in my absence.
After entering the living room, Rafael immediately came up to me and demanded to know where Fernando was. I sat down on the couch and related to the boys what had happened. Obviously, they were adamant that when I was going to see Fernando at 7, they’d be going with me.
My cell phone rang shortly after Allejandro had come home too. I picked up, three boys standing around me, anxiously. The surgeon told me the operation had worked out great and that Fernando was already in the recovery room. When I asked if it would still be ok to come and see him around 7, he laughed and said it shouldn’t be a problem.
I conveyed the message to the boys and they looked at least slightly relieved. I started preparing dinner early, so we’d have plenty of time to eat and make it over to the hospital by 7.
We arrived at the hospital parking lot with time to spare. At the information desk I was given Fernando’s room number. He was at the third floor, so we made our way to the nearest elevator. As it turned out, Fernando had been put in a single room and he looked pretty miserable when we walked in. As soon as he saw us though, a smile appeared on his face.
He had IV’s in both his left and right arms, and was wearing a hospital gown. The other boys were around his bed in no time, asking questions I couldn’t understand. Carlos was the first to bend over and give him a hug and a kiss, soon followed by Rafael and Allejandro.
When I followed suit, Fernando whispered to me, “I’m hungry.”
It was then, the doctor I’d met in the ER earlier, walked in. He greeted me before introducing himself to the other boys and taking a cursory look at Fernando’s chart. When I told him Fernando was hungry, he smiled and said that was a good sign. He wasn’t allowed to eat anything yet though, that would have to wait until the following morning. That announcement led to some serious frowning from Fernando.
The doctor wanted to talk to me, so we went out into the hallway.
“Fernando is doing great, Mr. Peters. If there are no problems when he starts eating tomorrow morning, I’m sure we can discharge him on Wednesday. He’ll still need to take antibiotics for at least another week and a lot of rest should take care of things. Do you have any questions?”
“How long would he have to stay in bed?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be back to his old self in about a week. As we used laparoscopy, there will also be hardly any visible scar. The sutures we used will dissolve over time, so he won’t even need to come back to have them removed. It really helped a lot that we caught it in the early stages.”
I thanked the doctor and went back into the room, where the boys were having an animated discussion. It died down as soon as they noticed me. When I told them Fernando would most likely be allowed to go home on Wednesday, they were all relieved. We stayed around for almost an hour, before I decided it was time to go home. The other boys still had school in the morning and needed their sleep.
After Allejandro and I had gone to bed that evening, we were soon joined by Carlos. He just crawled into bed with us and almost immediately fell asleep.
When Allejandro came home Tuesday afternoon, he and I made up for what we’d missed out on the previous night. I’d been told earlier that Fernando was doing great and we could visit him again that evening. We had an early dinner and were back at the hospital at 6:30.
Fernando had only a single IV in this time and looked a lot happier. Half an hour later the doctor put in another appearance and confirmed that Fernando would likely be discharged the next day. As yet it was unknown at what time though. When it was time for us to go home, Fernando wanted to be sure he’d be picked up.
“As soon as they say you can leave, you just call me. I’ll be here in 15 minutes,” I told him and he smiled.
Carlos slept in his own room that night.
Wednesday morning, a little past 10, my cell phone rang. It was Fernando, telling me he was ready to come home. Of course, I quickly got into my car and drove to the hospital.
TBC