Lucky Mr. Peters
Chapter 32
I dropped him onto the bed, where he immediately began taking of his clothes. By the time I was pulling down my pants and briefs, he was fully naked and observing me. He was smiling broadly when I moved onto the bed and lay down beside him.
Bending over to kiss him, he had his arms around my neck again. Surprising me, his small tongue invaded my mouth, starting a serious battle, going back and forth. After we separated, his almost contagious smile instantly returned.
I scurried down a little and started exploring his upper body with my lips and tongue. As I made my way down to his tiny innie belly button, soft moans and giggles alternated. Even though his cocklet was hard, his loose foreskin was still covering his glans.
Remembering Carlos’ remark from earlier in the week, I wetted one of my fingers, before I started attending to his boyhood. After laying bare his glans, I began swirling my tongue around it. With my finger touching his hole, Damarion let out an elongated ‘si’. Using only minimal pressure, I easily slid inside of him. At locating his immature prostate, the diminutive boy instantly became a lot more vocal. Not long after, his hands grabbed my head and his body convulsed as he was experiencing his dry cum.
Retracting my finger, I comfortably observed him slowly drifting back to earth. His broad smile was unwaveringly plastered across his face. After he opened his eyes, I had little problem getting him to take up the position I desired. Moving down on the bed, I had complete and unrestricted access to his gorgeous little bum.
As soon as I started kissing and licking his little pucker, Damarion began to squirm. His loud moans urged me to continue as I surmised this was something horny little Carlos hadn’t taught him yet. When the tip of my tongue slipped into him for the first time, Damarion started thrashing. Just a few intrusions later, he was experiencing another intense orgasm.
As he was recovering, I knew he was as relaxed as he’d ever be. Taking the opportunity, I grabbed the Vaseline and after lubricating my cock, pushed a finger into him. Immediately his eyes flew open and he started nodding his head. Adding a second digit to loosen him up, his eyes closed again. Scooting forward, I retracted my fingers and started pushing in my hard-on.
Carefully penetrating deeper, there were absolutely no signs of any discomfort. Slowly I began moving in and out of his tight confines. When Damarion whispered ‘más rápido’, I picked up the pace. Seeing how the boy enjoyed it, I lost all inhibitions and began to really hammer him. It didn’t take overly long for me to feel my balls reaching boiling point. After a few more deep stabs, I began to release my load, shooting powerful jets of sperm up his bottom.
Moments later I felt his muscles clamp down, almost milking me for every last drop. Then it was over and we both began the process of recuperation. After a few minutes, I picked up Damarion, my cock still buried inside of him. I carried him into the bathroom and after cautiously pulling out, settled him down on the toilet seat. As I was cleaning up my deflated member, splashing sounds announced Damarion emptying out his bowels.
I waited for him to be finished and after he wiped and flushed the toilet, we walked back into the bedroom. As I began to get dressed, Damarion followed suit and soon we were both presentable again. When I opened my arms, he latched on again and I began to carry him down. Reaching the ground floor, I held onto him and continued our downward journey. Descending the stairs, he began to giggle quite loudly.
At the entrance of the game room, I put him down and looked in. Seeing all the boys smilingly observing us, I gave Damarion a kiss on the top of his head, before turning and heading back up.
A few minutes after sitting down on the couch, I saw Allejandro approaching me. He crawled up on my lap, facing me, then hugging me.
“Thank you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a boy happier than the one just now,” he whispered.
“It was quite an amazing experience,” I replied, before kissing his beautiful mouth.
After lunch, it was time to take the twins and Roque out shopping. Perhaps not totally unexpected, Damarion wanted to join us. Realizing he could also use some new clothes, I didn’t object. I should have known better. What was supposed to be a one hour shopping trip, extended to close to three hours.
When we finally got back, I noticed a few new, empty boxes in the hallway. The four boys that had accompanied me put away their purchases in record time, before racing down to the game room.
Shortly after, the whole gang came up. One after the other, they began thanking me for getting them the new consoles. Even Pedro joined in, telling me he was thinking about ‘divorcing’ his mother. When the boys made for the game room again, I noticed Fernando lagging behind. Suddenly he turned and hurried back over to me.
“Thank you for making things right between Roque and me,” he whispered, fiercely hugging me.
“Nah, I only pointed you in the right direction, everything else was your own doing,” I assured him.
And with that, he followed the other guys down, leaving me to my own accords.
The rest of the day and evening went by pretty much as usual. When Allejandro and I were finally enjoying our glass of wine together, I felt quite at peace. Back in our bedroom, we made passionate love and then just drifted off to sleep.
Sunday morning, the mob wanted to swim, so after their breakfast had settled, all but Allejandro went out to the pool. He insisted to help me out with my pronunciation, which he did. It was a good thing I had a big pool as even Mauricio and Pietro joined the others.
During lunch, I noticed something was up, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I felt there was just too much chuckling and whispering going on. When the boys started to move downstairs, I noted Felipe very deliberately staying behind. Sitting next to me, he just waited until the others had disappeared.
“What you did for Damarion yesterday, was very beautiful,” Felipe began.
“Well, he really needed it, I want all of you to be happy,” I replied.
“We all need it, but Allejandro told us to be careful. We talked about it and today it’s my turn to be with you,” he simply stated, grabbing my hand.
Pulling me off the couch, he started guiding me to the stairs leading up. As we were ascending the stairs, I asked Felipe what they’d talked about.
“We’re going to share you. Me today, tomorrow Fernando, Rafael on Tuesday, Carlos on Wednesday, as usual, Juanito on Thursday, Roque on Friday and then Damarion again on Saturday. Only Rafael isn’t sure if he really wants to,” he rattled.
Feeling completely perplexed by his ‘explanation’, I just followed him into his bedroom.
“So, does Allejandro know about this ‘arrangement’,” I asked, as Felipe started to undress.
“Of course he does, it was his idea,” he replied.
As soon as he was completely naked, Felipe walked over to me and started tugging at my shirt. When I told him I was capable of undressing myself, he just smiled and got onto the bed. I soon joined and asked him what he wanted to do.
“Could you do that thing again where you lick my bum, I keep forgetting what it’s called,” he asked.
I just nodded and he quickly got into position. He must have been looking forward to our escapade as he reached his first orgasm rather quickly. The second one followed right after I had blown my load inside of him. After we had both recovered, he climbed partially on top of me and started kissing.
“I love you so much,” he whispered, after we broke our kiss.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, we both started to get dressed again. It was only then that I suddenly became curious about something.
“How come you got today and Juanito got Thursday? Did you play ‘rock-paper-scissors’ again?”
“No, this time I got to choose first because I’m the oldest. Juanito was born ten minutes later than me,” he smiled.
Getting to the ground floor, I got another hug and a kiss, before he continued on down to the game room. I don’t think he ever stopped smiling. Sitting down on the couch, I knew Allejandro and I would need to have a serious talk that evening.
When we finally did end up alone, I asked him about the ‘schedule’.
“It’s the same as before with Rafael and Carlos, just a few more boys involved. And they all promised to stick to it, so you won’t get worn out,” came his clarification.
“And you really came up with this?” I asked incredulously.
“I thought it would be better than anything those seven horny boys would come up with,” he smiled.
“I suppose there are sanctions, when one of them breaks the agreement?” I asked.
“Absolutely, he’ll get spanked by all the other boys with one of Carlos’ paddles. The punishment for Carlos is even worse though; they’ll take away all his toys and he’ll have to sleep alone for a full month,” Allejandro explicated, smiling broadly.
I just shook my head.
“They really planned it well. All but Rafael will be home before lunch on schooldays. If he wants to ‘use’ his day, you’ll have to squeeze him in before dinner,” Allejandro laughed.
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this,” I stated.
“Oh, there is one other tiny rule that I insisted upon, if you say ‘no’, they’ll have to respect that,” he said, reassuringly.
“Well, thank you for that. Now, let’s go upstairs, so I can pound your tiny ass.”
“Is that a threat, or a promise?”
Monday afternoon, after my trip upstairs with Fernando, Rafael approached me.
“Hugo will probably call you around 5, this afternoon,” he stated, looking nervous.
“Are you two planning another sleepover?” I asked.
“No, I have really no idea what it’s about, Hugo wouldn’t tell me,” he said, dejectedly.
“Well, I guess we’ll have to wait and find out then, won’t we,” I comforted him.
As predicted, I indeed got the call from Hugo, asking me if I had time to talk to him. I told him Rafael had warned me, so to go ahead.
In a roundabout way, he began explaining that his parents would be going to Germany during the holiday season, to visit friends and family. Since he hardly knew any of the people they were going to see, he didn’t want to go. His parents wouldn’t allow him stay home alone though. With my permission, they would however let him stay over at our place.
From the tone of his voice, I could gather that he was pleading. He then said his mother wanted to talk to me. As always, she was quite talkative and friendly. Of course, I took pity on the lad and told Mrs. Lässig that one more boy wouldn’t be a problem. Just hearing the boy cheering in the background, really made my day. Agreeing we’d meet up and talk again soon, we signed off.
By that time, Rafael had come up and was looking at me anxiously. As the whole conversation had taken place in German, he had no idea what was in store.
“I’ve just agreed with Hugo’s mother that he can stay over,” I told the apprehensive boy.
“Really? When?” Rafael exclaimed.
“From December 22nd until January 4th,” I replied.
The look on Rafael’s face as he started working out the dates, was priceless.
“That’s almost two whole weeks!” he yelled.
“Yes, his parents are going to Germany to visit and they’re allowing Hugo to stay here during that time,” I assured him.
“I can’t believe he didn’t tell me,” Rafael whispered, his arms around my neck.
“Well, he probably didn’t want to disappoint you, in case I had other plans. I think that is very considerate of him,” I whispered back.
Then, almost as an afterthought, he whispered, “I’m definitely going to take my turn tomorrow.”
By the time dinner started, the news had filtered through, and all the boys were quite elated. Roque and the twins were quick to admit they really liked Hugo. Juanito’s remark that he thought him sexy, clearly didn’t go down well with Rafael. The ensuing discussion in Spanish was rapidly cut short by Allejandro though. After his mediation, both boys were at least smiling again.
“I think you’ve made at least two boys very happy today,” Allejandro said, as we were sipping our wine that evening.
“You should have heard Hugo’s voice, he was almost begging me,” I replied.
“The twins and Roque made quite an impression in school today. I foresee a lot of broken girl’s hearts in their future,” Allejandro smiled.
“Oh, that reminds me, what did you tell Juanito and Rafael over dinner tonight?” I inquired.
“I just said that if I got angry every time someone called my boyfriend sexy, they’d be walking around with black eyes all the time,” he grinned.
“Ah, yes, that would have the desired effect,” I grinned.
“This thing with Hugo did get me wondering though. It’s only six weeks to our Christmas vacation. Do you even know what plans Pietro and Mauricio have?” Allejandro mused.
“You’re right, I haven’t given it any thought at all yet really. I suppose they’ll want some time off, getting together with family and friends. We’ll also need to come up with some activities for the boys, other than playing games and swimming,” I admitted.
“Yes, and we’ll need presents for after ‘Día de Reyes’”, Allejandro smiled.
Not fully understanding what he meant, I asked him about it. What followed, was a crash course in Spanish customs around Christmas, New Year’s Eve and Epiphany. A lot of it sounded familiar, just jumbled up into a whole different order. Telling Allejandro about the traditions I was used to, he found them extremely funny. The Dutch concept of having two days of Christmas was completely alien to him, but he liked the idea.
In the end, we decided I’d discuss things with Pietro and Mauricio the next morning. Then after dinner, we’d get the boys together to get their input. Having finished our glasses of wine, we made for bed.
Asking Mauricio and Pietro about their plans on Tuesday morning, they both shrugged.
“We may want to go to my mother’s on Christmas Eve, but other than that, we don’t have any real plans,” Pietro explained.
“Mauricio, what about your family?” I asked.
“He hasn’t seen them since he came out two years ago,” Pietro was quick to intervene.
“I’m sorry to hear that, I didn’t know,” I stated, “but don’t you two want some time off?”
“No, we’re quite happy right here,” Mauricio answered.
“Damn, come January I’ll need to give you two a raise,” I muttered, causing both of them to laugh.
Enjoying another cup of coffee, I saw the twins and Roque parading up the stairs around 9:30 to get changed into their school uniform. In their new schedule, their first class only started at 10:20, after the mid-morning break.
When Allejandro got home at 12:15, he quickly changed before sitting down next to me on the couch.
“So, did you talk with Pietro and Mauricio this morning?” he asked.
“Yes, but other than maybe visiting Pietro’s mother on Christmas Eve, they don’t seem to have any plans,” I replied.
“I think they’re workaholics, you should give them a raise,” Allejandro commented, causing me to laugh.
After lunch, Allejandro and I worked on my Spanish lessons and made good progress. When the two youngest boys came home, Allejandro joined them in the game room, if only to keep an eye on them.
When the rest of the gang arrived, all but Rafael went up the stairs to change.
“Can you and I go up, once they’re back down?” he asked.
“Are you in a hurry?” I returned the question.
“Hell yes, I almost asked Hugo to fuck me in the toilets during lunchbreak,” he exclaimed.
Once I had my hugs and kisses from the other four, Rafael pulled me off the couch and we made for his bedroom. We took our time and Rafael was more passionate and more vocal than ever before. After our lovemaking was over, he held on to me.
“I have to tell you something,” he began whispering.
“And what’s that?” I queried.
“When Hugo is here, we want to sleep with you and Allejandro one night,” he divulged.
“Well, that’s something you’ll have to discuss with Allejandro. He’s the boss in our bedroom,” I simply declared.
When after dinner I asked the boys to stick around, they were all curious. Explaining what Allejandro and I had talked about the previous evening, they all began spewing suggestions. A lot of them had to be discarded though as it turned out the parks or venues were closed during that time. What we ended up with didn’t take any real planning, so we’d take things as they came along. The boys did insist on two things though, taking the New Year’s dive in the Mediterranean and watching the parade on ‘Día de Reyes’.
At the end of the evening, when Allejandro and I were alone again, I asked him if Rafael had taken the opportunity to talk with him yet.
“Yes, and before you ask, I told him they could,” he said.
“Really?” I queried.
“I’d love to see Hugo’s face when you’re pounding his little ass,” he declared.
“He is cute, I give you that,” I muttered.
“There’s only one problem, it’s got to be on a Tuesday. If not, Rafael runs the risk of getting his ass spanked,” Allejandro smiled.
“Isn’t that first Tuesday Christmas Eve?” I asked.
“Yes, you and I will be getting our presents early,” Allejandro laughed.
Wednesday afternoon, after lunch, I noticed Damarion talking to Carlos, before the latter came up to me.
“Damarion wants to watch, so can he come up with us?” Carlos asked.
“As long as it doesn’t break any of the rules you guys have, that’s up to you,” I replied.
After a quick nod from Carlos, Damarion joined us and we all made our way up the stairs.
In his bedroom, Carlos quickly stripped, then put on his leather bands and collar. Having told me what he wanted during lunch, I secured his wrists and ankles to the upper bedposts. The position left his butt fully exposed and I saw Carlos smiling and hard.
Retrieving one of the paddles, I noted Damarion had dropped his pants and briefs and was playing with his own little pecker.
After the first few whacks, a close eyed Carlos began moaning and then suddenly an almost naked Damarion stepped in. He took the paddle from my hand and continued spanking Carlos. Some ten smacks later, Carlos reached his orgasm. Dropping the paddle, Damarion crawled on the bed and almost greedily began lapping up Carlos’ ejaculate.
When Carlos opened his eyes and his breathing had normalized, I continued our usual routine. His reddened butt felt incredibly warm as I began rimming his tight hole. After a few minutes he was ready and I rapidly loosened him up with two fingers. Damarion was now looking on fully naked as I began hammering Carlos’ little bum.
Unexpectedly I found Damarion standing in front of me, babbling in Spanish.
“He wants you to suck him,” Carlos haltingly translated.
Not needing to be told twice, I engulfed the stiff morsel, then pushed my two still slick fingers deep inside his rear entrance. Within no more than a minute, the diminutive boy slumped down next to Carlos, overwhelmed by his orgasm. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer either and said so to the now thrashing Carlos. We released almost simultaneously.
After recovering, I pulled out and lapped up Carlos’ second load before Damarion could. I was about to loosen Carlos’ bonds when the little tyke really surprised us. Without preamble, he had gotten down on the bed and was now licking and slurping at Carlos’ hole. His actions must have caused a sensory overload in Carlos’ mind as he was becoming quite incoherent. The effect on me was similar in a way, instantly getting hard again. Moving around behind Damarion, I just plunged my revitalized cock into his exposed ass and began pounding it. When I saw Carlos spunking for the third time in a row, I lost it again too. The same was obviously true for Damarion as I felt his tight ass clamping down.
When all three of us had acquired a state of normalcy again, Carlos requested to be untied. As soon as I had freed him, he jumped on Damarion and started kissing him like a man possessed. I quickly turned and made for the bathroom to get cleaned up. When I reentered, the two boys were still at it, so I rapidly got dressed and left them to their own accords.
Some fifteen minutes later, the two horndogs finally got down and into the living room.
“You won’t tell any of the other boys, will you?” Carlos asked, “I don’t want Damarion to get spanked because of me.”
“No, I don’t think we should tell anyone about what we did, including Allejandro” I replied.
Putting his arms around my neck, Carlos thanked me. When he let go, I held on to him though.
“Did you know Damarion took over spanking you?” I asked him softly.
The look appearing on his face told me he didn’t. Turning to Damarion, Carlos asked him a short question and the boy began to smile and nod.
“I know I can’t join you and Damarion on Saturday, but would you let him join us again next week?” Carlos asked after facing me again.
“If you want to, I won’t object, but you have to make sure Damarion knows he can’t tell anyone else about it,” I answered.
“I’ll make sure he won’t, but next week I want to watch you fuck him,” Carlos whispered.
TBC