Lucky Mr. Peters
Chapter 30
“You won’t believe this, but Carlos was explaining the rules about inviting friends over,” he barely managed to bring out.
When I started to smile, Allejandro began to shake his head.
“No, no, you don’t understand. Damarion will need Carlos’ permission first,” Allejandro cried, almost doubling over from laughing.
Suddenly the humor of the whole situation hit me, and I started laughing too.
On the couch in the living room, we managed to calm down. A short while later though, Fernando and Roque made their appearance. Confirming my suspicions they were envoys from the gang downstairs, they asked about the possibility of getting a big screen television for the original gaming system also. Realizing this was the result of my own carelessness, I gave in and told them I’d order another one the next day.
After dinner, I excused Carlos and Damarion, but not the other boys. I wanted to gauge Rafael and Fernando’s reaction to the twins and Roque joining their school, possibly even becoming their classmates.
I needn’t have worried, as even the twins by now seemed fully committed. Agreeing I’d call the school the next morning, the boys dispersed to get their homework done.
Going down to the game room to check on Carlos and Damarion, I found them both engrossed in some racing game. Seeing they both were having fun, I quietly made my way back up the stairs.
As we were having our wine, later that evening, Allejandro smilingly reminded me that he was still waiting on his tip. With a big swig, I finished my wine, put the glass in the dishwasher and began to make my way upstairs. Allejandro was in hot pursuit.
I must admit that I was a bit apprehensive when, the next morning, I saw Carlos and Damarion pedal off. When I noticed Pietro and Mauricio watching me with amusement, I just shot them a dark look.
I had three things on my agenda, so first off, I went online and ordered a tv, identical to the last one. Checking the time, I thought it still too early to call the ‘International School’. Finding Pietro and Mauricio in the kitchen, I joined them for a cup of coffee.
Thanking them both for helping me out, the way they did, they just smiled.
“Believe me, Mr. P., we’re not blind. We can see every day how happy all of those boys are here, and how much you care about them. We wouldn’t want to miss it for the world,” Mauricio stated flatly, a single tear trickling down his cheek.
“Stop doing that, Mauricio, you know you’ll make me cry too,” Pietro started to bicker.
The two of them changed to Spanish and were soon bickering like a pair of midwives. As soon as that thought popped into my head, I couldn’t help but starting to laugh. They both fell silent and looked at me surprised, only causing me to laugh even harder. It took some effort to explain my laughing fit, but when the quarter dropped, all three of us were holding on to our bellies.
After settling down, I asked them about their marriage plans.
“We were thinking about the first half of July,” Pietro volunteered.
“The boys would be off from school, so we could maybe go on a short honeymoon,” Mauricio added.
“And where would you be going?” I asked.
“Well, we both love Japan, but we’ll probably settle on a week on Ibiza,” Mauricio replied, smilingly.
“Whatever the case, make sure you guys let me know when the date is set. I don’t want any of my own plans being jumbled up at the last minute,” I told them.
They assured me they would, then went out to do whatever was on their schedule that day.
Getting back to the living room, I made my call to the ‘International School’. Surprised to hear I was enquiring about enrolling three new students at once, the secretary simply put me through to the principal.
As I had more or less expected, he was extremely cooperative. Since he’d have to call in some ‘outside’ help, the earliest opportunity for the boys to get tested would be Friday morning. Expecting no major issues with any of ‘my’ boys, they could then start attending classes on Monday.
Knowing the three only had a half day of school anyway on Friday, I made the appointment. Next, I called their current school, simply telling them why they would be absent. I got the distinct impression they weren’t happy with it, but that wasn’t my concern.
After all that, I managed to squeeze in one of my Spanish lessons, before it was time to await Carlos and Damarion.
I was mightily relieved to see both of them walk in, just around the time I had expected them. I’d just got my hugs and kisses from both, when Pietro announced lunch was ready.
Carlos whispered to me that Damarion wanted to watch cartoons afterwards.
“You and I can go upstairs, but we’ll have to be quick,” he stated.
With Damarion’s eyes glued to the tv screen, Carlos and I made our way to his bedroom. Not wasting time with getting tied up, Carlos just asked me to fuck him. After we had both orgasmed and kissed, we suddenly noticed Damarion standing in the doorframe. The little boy was furiously fapping his little boyhood, until suddenly collapsing down onto his knees.
Carlos quickly disappeared into the bathroom and when he came back out, walked over to Damarion. As expected, I couldn’t follow the rapid conversation that ensued between the two. I just noticed them glancing at me from time to time and Carlos growing pale. Abruptly, the dialog stopped and Damarion left the room, Carlos closing the door behind him.
“We need to talk,” he stammered, turning towards me.
“Yes, I’d like to know what that was all about,” I replied.
“He asked me if I was your special angel,” Carlos said, after sitting down on the bed.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because that’s what his father always called him when he was fucking him,” Carlos whispered.
“Do you mean he did it with Damarion too?” I asked, flabbergasted.
Carlos nodded, “At least for about a year or so. But Damarion didn’t fight him like Roque did. He says he really liked what his father was doing.”
For a good few minutes I was blown away and lost for words.
“He’s only seven, for Christ’s sake. He should be thinking of candy, games and having fun, not about sex,” I barely managed to whisper.
“There’s one more thing,” Carlos murmured, “Last Monday he got the ‘tingles’ because he felt your finger at his hole and thought you were going to push it in.”
“But I didn’t,” I said.
“No, but he was sure hoping you would have. He wants to be your special angel too,” Carlos concluded.
“He can want whatever he likes, but that’s not going to happen. He can be my special angel, but without the sex part,” I stated.
“I think I’d better talk to him some more,” Carlos said, getting off the bed and putting his clothes back on.
I followed suit. Pulling up my pants, Carlos was about to leave the room when he turned around once more.
“Pedro is talking to me again. When he saw Damarion and me at lunch, yesterday, he came over to sit with us. I think seeing Damarion made him understand,” Carlos smiled.
I finished getting dressed, then went down to the living room, finding it empty.
Mr. P was still getting dressed, when I walked down the stairs. Damarion wasn’t in the living room, so I went further down to the game room. He was on one of the small couches we normally sat on to play games. I sat down next to him and feeling I needed to, put my arm around his shoulders.
“Mr. P doesn’t want me to be his special angel, does he?” Damarion whispered.
“Oh, I know he does, just not the way your father did,” I replied.
“I don’t understand why he didn’t put his finger in my bum, the other day.” Damarion dejectedly mentioned again.
“Well, Mr. P is just very careful. He’s really afraid to do anything if he thinks it could hurt us. And with you being the youngest, he’s just extra cautious,” I said.
“When I saw you and Mr. P, my wiener just became very hard. I touched it just like I’ve seen Roque do, to make it tingle. That’s not bad, is it?” Damarion questioned.
“No, it’s not bad if something makes you feel really good,” I answered, “But you have to be careful because a lot of people just won’t understand.”
Damarion leaned into me and groaned.
“I wish Mr. P would put his wiener in my bum. I could see it made you get the tingles,” he sighed.
“Yes, but Mr. P only does it, because he is absolutely certain he’s not hurting me. At first, he didn’t want to do it with me either,” I explained.
Damarion was silent for a while before turning to me, smiling.
“Would you let me give you the tingles tonight? I could play with your wiener and lick it real good,” he queried.
Just the thought of Damarion’s mouth on my cock, almost instantly got me hard.
“I think we’ll have to wait and see. You’re normally quite sleepy when we get to bed,” I replied.
“You always manage to give me the tingles,” he said dreamily.
“Yes, but that’s only because I think you’re cute,” I replied, giving him a quick kiss on the mouth.
Giggling loudly, he picked up a controller and asked if we could play a game.
Being sure the boys were down in the game room, I picked up a book to read. With my mind constantly reflecting on what Carlos had revealed, I didn’t make much progress though. Undoubtedly, Damarion was a very pretty boy, but his age had me deeply concerned. Just remembering I had almost violated his little ass with my finger, made me shudder.
Still deep in thought, I hardly noticed Allejandro, Rafael and Fernando walking in. After receiving my usual hugs and kisses, they sat down on the couch with me. Affirming I had ordered the tv and made the call to their school, they all looked at me expectantly.
“They’ll get tested this Friday and if all goes well, could start on Monday,” I revealed, getting smiles all around.
Having gained the information they wanted, Rafael and Fernando decided to go down to the game room to play. Allejandro stayed with me and I guess he had picked up on my mood.
Once the others were out of earshot, he asked me what was on my mind. I told him about what had transpired earlier in the afternoon, carefully leaving out all references to Monday morning’s occurrence. Shaking his head, Allejandro asked if I really thought Damarion had liked it.
“I don’t know, stranger things have happened. It could also just be a mechanism, allowing him to deal with what happened,” I replied.
“Did Carlos find out anything more?” he queried.
“I can’t answer that. I haven’t seen either of them since it happened,” I told him.
Asking if I was going to tell any of the others, I told him I probably wouldn’t, unless it came up. With everything that had been going on, I didn’t want to add to the turmoil. Allejandro agreed that was probably a good idea. After giving me a light kiss, he announced he was going down to join the others.
Deciding I needed a drink, I got myself a glass of wine from the kitchen. Seeing Pietro and Mauricio preparing the mountain of food we’d have for dinner, I quickly retreated back to the living room. I felt slightly guilty at the realization of being happy I no longer had to deal with that anymore. I didn’t mind cooking, but there were nine of us now, not counting the two guys who were hard at work.
I had only just sat down, when the twins and Roque burst into the living room. They were still wearing their coats and I guess they had dropped their bookbags in the hall. Bringing them up to speed wasn’t easy, because the three of them seemed to constantly speak all at once. After a good couple of minutes, with everything cleared up, three obviously happy boys walked out again.
During dinner, I got the impression that, more than usual, Damarion looked over at me smiling. I didn’t know what was going on in his little head and decided I rather wouldn’t either. Afterwards, we fell into our usual routine. Carlos and Damarion went to the game room with the others going up to get their homework done. When everyone had rejoined the group, it was time for our movie.
After enjoying a quiet glass of wine with Allejandro, I was happy to retire to our bedroom. With our lovemaking over, we both rapidly fell asleep.
When the movie was over, Damarion was quick to grab my hand, leading me up the stairs.
“See, I’m not tired yet,” he whispered, once we were in the bedroom.
We both undressed and, leaving only a nightlight on, got into bed. Almost immediately, Damarion disappeared under the covers, saying he was going to give me the tingles. Feeling his little hands touching my cock and balls, it was almost like an electric shock coursing through me.
Being already hard, my foreskin had retracted. Then suddenly, I felt his soft, wet tongue touching my exposed glans. After a few tentative licks, I threw off the covers and asked him to stop. He gave me a disappointed look, but I told him I just needed to get something.
Getting up, I quickly withdrew a dildo and a jar of Vaseline from one of my drawers. Back on the bed, I lubed up the dildo and my hole, before pushing it inside of me. Damarion had looked on and seemed genuinely intrigued. I showed him how to move the dildo in and out, before telling him he could continue.
It was clear he had no experience, but his enthusiasm more than made up for that. All too soon, I felt the familiar sensations of my approaching orgasm. Then it was there and a few small jets flew onto my belly. Damarion kept licking and moving the dildo until I managed to tell him he could stop. I still hadn’t fully recovered when I felt Damarion’s tongue on my belly. Looking down, I could see he was licking off my cum.
“Why are you doing that?” I asked him.
“I saw Mr. P doing it this afternoon. I understand now, it’s yummy,” he replied smiling broadly.
I quickly pulled him on top of me and started kissing him. Then I got him on his back and told him it was his turn.
I was surprised when he insisted I would use the dildo on him too. I started to object, but he wouldn’t let it go. Giving in, I tentatively first tried pushing in one of my fingers. As it easily slipped in, he closed his eyes and started to softly moan. His little cock was rock hard and stayed that way as I added a second finger.
I pulled out my fingers and, grabbing the still slick dildo, started to push it against his hole. It was just astonishing to see how easily it disappeared inside of him. I started to move it in and out slowly and my mouth had just barely touched his little cock when it started to twitch wildly.
With Damarion recovering, I slowly pulled the dildo out of him and put it on my nightstand. I lay back down next to him and after a few minutes he scooted close, putting an arm over me. I fell asleep feeling his still hard little pecker poking me in the side.
When I awoke the next morning, I noticed Damarion already wide awake and watching me intently. As soon as he saw my eyes were open, he moved on top of me and started humping. Within a matter of minutes, his little pecker was twitching madly against me. It was all so sexy that only moments later I could feel my own release, squirting my cum between us.
We just lay together a while longer, until it was time to get going.
At breakfast, Thursday morning, all the boys seemed to be in a particularly good mood. After seeing them off and enjoying a cup of coffee with Pietro and Mauricio, I made for the study. With the first boys not arriving back until close to three, I wanted to make some headway with my lessons. Only taking breaks for more coffee and lunch, I managed to do just that.
Close to 2:30, Mauricio came in, announcing the new television had arrived. He and Pietro were already moving it down, when I signed the delivery form and handed the guys my usual tip.
We had just finished setting everything up, when the first boys came back in. The rest of the day passed pretty much as normal. Having our glass of wine, I ran some of my lessons by Allejandro. He smiled and said we’d have to practice pronunciation some more over the weekend.
Not surprisingly, the twins and Roque were a bit tense Friday morning. After the other boys had left, I tried to settle their nerves, not quite successfully. All three were still fidgety as we drove over to the school.
Knowing my way around by now, I soon found myself alone in the cafeteria, enjoying a cup of coffee. As expected, I was joined by Allejandro, Rafael, Fernando and Hugo, during their mid-morning break. Not long after their classes had resumed, the twins and Roque were brought back to me. They had just finished their tea, when we were called into the principal’s waiting room.
Requesting a talk in private, I followed him into his office.
“All boys did quite well, but we have something of a predicament,” he began.
I nodded my head at understanding and for him to continue.
“Well, we wouldn’t have a problem with Juanito joining second grade but feel that the other two aren’t quite there yet. I’m not sure though if breaking up the twins would be such a good idea,” he continued.
“The three of them have been classmates since primary school, I think, so that could indeed become a problem,” I mused.
“Yes, that’s why I would suggest putting all three of them in first grade. Juanito would still find some of the subjects challenging. Age wise it wouldn’t matter much as most boys in both grades are between 12 and 14 years old,” he concluded.
Agreeing to the principal’s suggestion, we shook hands and joined the boys back in the waiting room. The principal gave them his little speech, while the secretary gave them their class schedules. We wasted no time at picking up their books and bringing them back to our car.
As we drove off, the boys asked if shopping for their uniforms could be postponed until the next day. Since it was still early, they wanted to go home and have a swim.
“Soon it’ll be too cold,” Felipe said, trying to sound convincing.
“You do know the pool is heated, don’t you?” I retorted.
“Yes, but we’ll still freeze our cocks and asses off getting out,” Roque remarked jokingly.
All three of them laughed loudly at his remark.
Giving in, I got us all straight back to the villa. I did insist in them putting away their new books in their respective rooms. Not surprisingly, they managed to do so in record time. I had just sat down on the couch when three very naked boys sped past me. They had towels in hand, but weren’t bothering to cover up anything.
Shedding towels on the recliners, all three boys quickly disappeared into the pool. I just then realized I’d given Roque quite some extra attention. Out of all the boys, he was the only one I had yet to be intimate with. Shaking, I cleared my head and began reading.
Lunch was announced to the boys in the pool by Pietro, hollering out over the patio. As he went back into the kitchen, I saw the boys clamber out of the pool. Quite unashamedly, they dried off minimally, put the towels over their shoulders and paraded back to the stairs. Even Roque was almost proudly showing off his boner as they did so.
All during lunch, the now fully dressed boys kept whispering to each other. I knew something was up in the air and I’d find out sooner rather than later. After we had eaten, Roque sat down with me on the couch, the twins disappearing down to the game room.
“Could we please go upstairs, I’d like to talk to you in private,” Roque barely whispered.
Consenting, I followed him up the stairs to his bedroom. Sitting down on his bed, I could tell he was nervous.
“You know Fernando and I are sleeping together, right?” he haltingly began.
I just nodded, not wanting to interrupt his train of thoughts.
“I fuck him a lot, but when it’s my turn, he won’t do it. I know he likes to, Carlos and Rafael both told me so. But every time I ask him, he just says no,” Roque croaked, almost in tears.
I put my arm around his shoulders in an effort to console him.
“He knows what your father did to you. I think he’s just very afraid he might hurt you somehow and lose you because of it,” I softly spoke.
“Felipe and Juanito said you could fuck me and then convince him I’m really ok with it,” he replied.
I was taken aback by his statement and my mind was racing.
“Though the offer is tempting, it wouldn’t be a good reason for me to fuck you,” I explained.
“Please!” Roque whispered, throwing his arms around my neck. “I want, no, need to know what it’s like with someone who really cares. I know you’ve done it with the other boys, I need to experience that too,” he murmured into my ear.
TBC