Lucky Mr. Peters
Chapter 5
I noticed the difference in her behavior almost immediately, but let it slip for the time being. It was about noon when I stopped her furiously cleaning an unseen stain on the dining table.
After asking Maria what was wrong she almost directly broke down. Her mother had been in a serious accident and was taken to hospital, leaving her father to fend for himself. As she was an only child, she had wanted to go to Valencia to help out, but could not take her son Carlos out of school to do so. Normally she would have asked her neighbors to take care of him, but they were on vacation back home in the UK.
"How about if I took care of Carlos for you? God knows I have plenty of empty bedrooms where he could sleep in," I offered.
"I couldn't ask that of you," she retorted. "He has to be brought to school every morning, picked up every afternoon and in between he can be quite a handful."
I proposed to have her bring him over after school that afternoon, just to see if we could get along. After multiple reassurances that it would be okay, she finally relented. She would be back with Carlos around 5:15 pm and stay for dinner.
After she left at 1:30 pm I sent a WhatsApp to Allejandro: "Having guests for dinner. Will message you again later."
It was close to 5:30 pm when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I could tell Maria was quite nervous and Carlos had been properly chastised to be on his best behavior. He was about 140 cm tall, was still tanned from having been outside all summer and had rather long jet-black hair. His most striking feature though were the enormous eyelashes that adorned his deep brown eyes. He was definitely a very cute boy.
After introductions were made we adjourned to the living, but Carlos was hard to contain.
Soon he was jumping up and down in front of the patio door and jabbering away in Spanish to Maria. The only word I could clearly distinguish was 'piscina', which is Spanish for pool. He frowned as his mother clearly told him he couldn't go swimming. At least, that is how I perceived the mother-son conversation.
"If he wants to go for a swim, he can of course," I said.
"He doesn't have a bathing suit," Maria answered.
"Then let him swim in his underwear. It will be dry by the time you have to go home," I replied.
Carlos had been paying attention, his head swiveling as his mother and I were discussing things. Maria relented and within no time Carlos was down to his briefs and making a running leap towards the pool. He landed smack in the middle with a big splash and I had to laugh at his antics.
As dinner was finished, Maria and I had come to an agreement. I would take care of Carlos for at least a week, while she went to Valencia to look after her parents. As I had expected, Carlos' underwear was dry by the time I drove them home. Maria had wanted to drive the bus back, but I had insisted, I needed to know the way to their home and to Carlos' school.
As they were about to exit, Carlos bend over to me and whispered in my ear, "Can you pick me up tomorrow in the Batman car?"
It took a few seconds for my mind to register what he wanted, but then I nodded. "The Batman car it is," I whispered back, conspiratorially.
The next day I picked him up from school in the SLS and he was a very happy boy. At first, I had been surprised by how good his English was for a Spanish 10-year old, but it made sense after I learned he had played with the UK neighbors' son for most of his life.
Carlos loved the pool and on Friday I had even let him skinny-dip, which he absolutely loved.
Saturday morning though, things would take a drastic turn that I had never expected.
I had come down at around 8 am, made myself some coffee and went into the bedroom to wake Carlos, but couldn't find him. I went into a bit of a panic when I wasn't able to locate him outside either. Then I noticed the door to my office room was slightly ajar.
I opened the door to see Carlos sitting in the chair in front of the computer screen. He had found my stash of shota images and was flipping through them, furiously jacking his little boyhood as he did. The whole scene was unreal and made me hard almost immediately. In mere minutes, little Carlos went rigid and reached his peak.
I gave him some time, but then decided to clear my throat. He immediately turned the chair to face me and I don't think his visage could have been any redder than it was.
He was completely naked and I could see his little pecker was still hard or was again, I didn't know which. He started to stutter something, but then seemed to get a better idea. I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head.
He got up, walked towards me and grabbed my hand, pulling me back into the living and towards the couch. After I sat down he bend over into my lap, pressing his little hard-on between my thighs and presenting me his bare buttocks. "I've been a bad boy and you need to spank me now!" he commanded.
I gave two light swats, one on each of his buttocks, but it was clearly not to his liking as I heard him hiss: "Harder."
I obeyed and soon he was grinding his boyhood between my thighs until it started to twitch as he reached another climax.
After a short recovery, he got up and smiled at me broadly. "Mr. George always fucks me after my spanking. He says I'm his perfect fuck toy," he pronounced and I could hear a sense of pride in his voice.
I was stunned at hearing those words come from the mouth of a 10-year old. Carlos and I would need to have a long talk, but this wasn't the time for it. He was running into his bedroom and returned in mere seconds, three fingers of his right hand still buried deep in his ass, applying some kind of substance unknown to me, to act as lube.
He knelt down in front of me and started to pull down the shorts and briefs I'd been wearing. I tried to will my hard-on to go down, but it was in vain. He managed to get off my clothes and proceeded to sit on my lap, guiding my cock to his waiting boyhole. His once again hard little pecker slammed into my belly every time he took me deep inside of him.
Nature took its course and I could feel Carlos' little boyhood hard against my belly as I filled his rectum with my spunk. A few minutes later he whispered into my ear: "That was the bestest ever, Mr. Peters. Thank you."
I lifted Carlos off my lap and laid him down on the couch. I bent over and took his little hard on into my mouth. I caressed his body with my left hand and used my right one to fondle the little marbles in his tight sack. He moved his hips, slow at first, but picking up speed swiftly. I was surprised when he made a final push and I could feel a little jet of boycum hit the back of my throat.
When I came back up Carlos was staring at me dreamily. "That was awesome," he exclaimed, "Mr. George never did anything like that. He just slaps and fucks me."
I filed his comment in the back of my head and knew I would probably not like Mr. George. At my suggestion for him to get dressed he vehemently shook his head. "You can't slap me properly if I have my shorts on," he said, wiggling his little butt in front of me. I made a halfhearted attempt at swatting him, but he easily managed to evade me.
After breakfast Carlos came up to me and I knew it was for a reason. "Can I look at some more of the pictures on your computer?" he asked. I wanted to say 'no', but his pleading beautiful eyes made that impossible, so I relented. I sat on the couch, reading and hearing the occasional moan coming from the office.
It was close to lunchtime when Carlos came back into the living, looking flushed but with his hard boyhood leading the way. He sat down next to me and leaned in close. "Can boys really do all those things with other boys and men?" he asked.
"Yes, I guess so," I said, "but only if they really want to. If someone says he doesn't want to, you should respect that and not force the issue."
He was deep in thought for a few minutes. "Are you mad at me for this morning?" he asked.
"No, I'm not mad. I was just very surprised, that's all."
"I think I like you a lot better than Mr. George. You made me feel really good when you put your mouth on my willy." Carlos had absentmindedly started to jack his 'willy' as he was formulating his thoughts.
I slid off the couch and knelt down in front of him. I pulled his bum close to the edge of the couch, so I would have good access and proceeded to take his little pecker into my mouth again.
This time around he was definitely more vocal but reached his peak quite soon. I guess looking at the pictures had wounded him up very firmly.
After lunch, he wanted to go swim and I managed a single swat on his bum as he walked passed me, eliciting a loud giggle.
It was close to dinner time when the phone rang. It was Maria. Her mother was still not doing very well and she asked if I could take care of Carlos for at least another week. I told her that wouldn't be a problem, then handed the phone to Carlos so he could talk to his mother. What followed was a rapid conversation in Spanish with emotions changing just as rapidly.
I'm sure Carlos was sad that his grandmother was still very sick, but happy that he could stay with me for at least a week more.
When I walked into his bedroom later that evening he lay splayed on top of the comforter, eyeing me up seductively. I sat down on the bed and started to caress his beautiful body, eliciting soft moans from Carlos who had closed his eyes.
After a few minutes, I turned him onto his belly and proceeded to give his back the same treatment. When I came to his arse I couldn't hold back, I spread his cheeks and bent down to lick his little pucker. He pushed back into my face and the tip of my tongue entered his little boyhole.
That evening Carlos proved once again he was a more than willing participant. But I didn't sleep very well that night. I knew I loved Allejandro, but now this little boy was also worming his way into my heart. When I finally did fall asleep I was still very much confused.
The next major occurrence started Wednesday. I was at the school a little past noon to pick up Carlos as on Wednesday he only had a half day of school. When he approached the car, another boy was following him. "This is Pedro, his mother says it's ok for him to come to your place with me to swim."
I got out of the car and told the boys that I would need to talk to Pedro's mother. Carlos grabbed my hand and pulled me towards a woman who was in her late 30's and very overweight. She was all in favor of Pedro coming with us, saying she would be able to pick him up around 8 pm if I wouldn't mind having him for dinner. Carlos had already given her the address.
With all the arrangements made I drove back home with two very excited boys in the seat next to me. After we arrived at the villa Carlos immediately took Pedro in tow down to the game room where they started to play some game on one of the consoles.
After lunch, they played some more and then Carlos came up to me and asked me if they could swim in the pool. I gave my permission and went to sit in one of the recliners on the pool deck so I could monitor while reading a book I had started earlier.
I hadn't been paying real attention until I heard soft moaning coming from the pool. I lowered my book and saw Pedro sitting at the edge of the pool, legs spread wide and Carlos bobbing up and down his crotch. All too soon I saw Pedro stiffen and reach his climax, much to the delight of Carlos.
He then noticed I had put down the book and was watching. He quickly climbed out of the pool and walked towards me, showing off his proud little pecker. He bent down and whispered into my ear "Pedro wants to be fucked too, but he's too shy to ask you."
Pedro in the meantime had turned around and was watching us, looks of fear, lust and pure wanton all mixed together on his face.
He was a bit paler than Carlos, but I could still clearly see the remnants of tan lines on his slim body. His hair was spikey and had a blond brownish hue. I guess his most striking feature though were his piercing blue eyes, quite rare for a Spanish boy.
Carlos had noticed the bulge that had appeared in my sweatpants and after giving it a squeeze dashed into the house. He reappeared in mere seconds, carrying what turned out to be a small opened jar of Vaseline. I could hardly comprehend what I was seeing.
Pedro had gotten onto his feet and was bending over slightly. Carlos was applying liberal amounts of Vaseline to his bum before pushing in with multiple fingers, evoking loud moans from Pedro.
Carlos came up to me, pulled me up from the chair and guided me towards the couch in the living. He yanked off my sweatpants and briefs before making me lay down on the couch. Pedro quickly straddled me and Carlos took hold of my cock. He aimed it at Pedro's little pucker that was being pushed down. To my surprise my glans slid in easily and after Carlos retracted his hand Pedro slammed down, taking all of my cock inside of him.
He had his eyes closed and his little boyhood was as hard as I thought it could ever be. As he started a slow rocking motion he became quite verbal, groaning loudly. Carlos looked on, fascinated and jacking off his little boner. I turned to face him, grabbed him around the waist and pulled him forward. His boyhood easily slid into my mouth and I noticed his lubed fingers had found their own target.
I think the three of us all reached our climax within mere seconds of each other. Carlos knelt down and kissed me, while Pedro slumped down on top of me. I felt him kiss my cheek before whispering into my ear "That was awesome, Mr. Peters. Carlos is so lucky, I wish I could live here too."
The three of us took a shower together and Carlos and Pedro spent some more time in the game room while I prepared dinner. When dinner was ready I called for the boys and they quickly joined me at the dinner table. After we had our fill, Carlos came to stand next to me and I knew something was up.
After letting out a long sigh he managed to come to the point: "Can Pedro come over again on Saturday?"
"He can, but only if his mother gives permission!" That was all it took, two very happy boys ran back down to the game room, leaving me to clear the table.
Close to 8 pm I called the boys back up and I got a fierce hug from Pedro. "I hope to see you again on Saturday," he said, sporting a smile that I was sure would one day break hearts.
After Pedro was picked up I was watching some TV and Carlos came to sit next to me. He grabbed hold of my arm and nestled his head against my shoulder. "Thank you for making Pedro so happy, today," he whispered.
I had another rather restless night, but Carlos was quite cheerful as I drove him to school in the morning. I had just gotten back to the villa when I heard my cell phone ring, it was Allejandro.
TBC