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Lucky Mr. Peters

Chapter 50

“Only time will tell, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Jordan won’t be sleeping in the main house at all,” I smiled. “The twins are going to be pissed.”

“Unless Aidan just wants to fuck him, right? I don’t think Jordan will be able to be like me, he’s more versatile than I am and needs to fuck Aidan as well if they want to be a couple,” Allejandro commented.

“We’re just a weird couple. I don’t think there’s another one like us in the whole wide world,” I laughed.

Dropping the subject, we then talked about other things and I told him how well I thought Russel was getting on with his lessons. When I mentioned the help we’d gotten from John that morning though, he became more thoughtful. I knew that Allejandro had somehow taken a special interest in John, much like what had happened with me and Carlos. I assured Allejandro that John had just been trying to be helpful and that I had gotten the impression it definitely helped Russel with his pronunciation.

“I know John is special to you, much like Carlos is special to me, it’s part of who we are,” I whispered.

“Yes, even though John is almost the same age as me, I can’t shake the feeling that I need to protect him,” Allejandro replied.

“And that’s exactly why I love you so much,” I murmured.

It was right on time as immediately after I’d spoken the words, the remaining four boys came bursting in, chatting a mile an hour. As usual I got my hugs and kisses and while Rafael, Fernando and Hugo made for the stairs, Allejandro got his from John too. It was just a confirmation of their special relationship and as soon as John walked off, Allejandro suggested it was time for us to have a glass of wine. I had to laugh about how fast he’d gotten used to having a glass of wine in the afternoon, but consented and he went out to the kitchen to get them for us.

We had just begun to sip our wine when my cell phone started ringing. Picking up, it turned out to be the mother of one of the boys that the twins had invited for their birthday party. After confirming date and times and making sure the boy in question was allowed to go swimming, I quickly signed off again. Allejandro was laughing and suggested that maybe he should take the next call and play the role of papi to the twins. I told him he was free to do so, which only served to make him laugh even harder.

Once he’d calmed down, I said that we should seriously talk about our wedding plans. What were we going to wear? What did we want the other boys to wear and more importantly, where were we going to buy our wedding rings? Allejandro proposed talking to Mauricio as he might know of a jeweler who was less homophobic than his previous employer. He was also still quite adamant that we should both wear white suits and maybe the other boys too.

“We should wear white shoes also, and then the others could wear black shoes to set them apart,” Allejandro mused.

“And they could wear regular black ties and we could have white bow ties,” I added.

That really opened the flood gates as we came to realize just how much we’d have to decide upon. Allejandro loved the idea of getting married in our own garden, but beyond that, things got a bit trickier. We were still discussing things when Aidan walked in through the sliding doors, looking a lot happier than the previous day. Allejandro got up and made for the kitchen as Aidan sat down on the couch with me.

“What were the two of you talking about?” he asked.

“Well, May 27^th is only a little over 4 months from now and we came to grasp how much we’ll really need to take care of,” I replied, sighing a bit.

“I understand. Now, let me give you this free word of advice; get yourself a wedding planner,” he said.

“I’m not sure about having a stranger plan our wedding,” I answered, with clear doubt in my voice.

“A good wedding planner won’t be cheap, but it beats having to do everything yourself. Just the amount of paperwork he can take care of on your behalf would be worth it,” Aidan smiled.

“What do you mean? Paperwork?” I questioned as Allejandro returned with a glass of wine for Aidan and the bottle to refill ours.

“I take it you haven’t considered that yet. There’s proof of residency, birth certificates, identification papers and so on that will need to be presented and in your case, they’ll need to be translated by a certified translator too. It’s a good thing that Allejandro is Spanish, or you wouldn’t be able to get married at all, since you haven’t lived here for two years yet,” Aidan explained.

Allejandro and I hadn’t even considered any of that yet and suddenly the idea of getting a wedding planner started to make sense. The three of us started talking in earnest and Aidan even mentioned a wedding planner that had taken care of the same-sex marriage of a friend of his. He didn’t remember the name of the planner, but he was sure he could find out through his friend. Aidan then got his cell phone out and after quickly scrolling through his contacts, he called the friend in question. Obviously wanting some privacy, he then got up and went into the study as the conversation continued.

I took the opportunity to look at Allejandro and ask him about the idea of getting a wedding planner. He was rather non-committal, but he could definitely see the advantages when it came to doing paperwork and the like. The planner could also serve as an intermediary, opening up the possibility of his mother and maternal grandparents attending the wedding. He was, after all, the latter’s only grandson. I had no such considerations as my parents and grandparents were all deceased and it had been years since I had any contact with my relatives. Sure, I had a few old friends, but I seriously doubted they would be able to attend, even if they wanted to.

Aidan came back from the study, having finished his phone call and handed me a piece of paper with the name and phone number of his friend’s wedding planner. After some more talking, I agreed to give the guy a call the next morning and see what he could do for us. Then Pietro announced that dinner was ready and the usual preparatory measurements were taken. As soon as Aidan and I sat down at the dinner table, I asked him to stick around after dinner as I needed to have a talk with him about something else. He gave me a curious look but didn’t say a thing as the boys started moving in and taking their seats.

During dinner, I could sometimes notice Jordan looking at me questioningly and by shaking my head I tried to make it clear I hadn’t talked with Aidan about him yet. It took a couple of times for him to get the message, and it was clear he was at least slightly disappointed. It couldn’t be helped, though, as I didn’t want to upset Aidan and I thought my planning would work out better.

When dinner was finally over, the boys all strolled out to get their homework done and Aidan and I got our cups of coffee. When it was just the two of us, I reminded him of what we’d talked about the previous evening and he acknowledged.

“Well, this afternoon Jordan came up to talk with me and the conversation I had with him was quite interesting,” I told Aidan.

“You didn’t tell him, did you?” Aidan asked, almost panicked.

“No, I didn’t, because he asked me a question that I didn’t know the answer to. It came down to whether you’re a top or not,” I replied.

Aidan looked confused and not quite sure about what to say next.

“He fancies you, Aidan, but since you haven’t tried anything, he’s not sure about you. He’s also versatile and insecure about how you would feel about that,” I continued.

I could see Aidan’s mouth just dropping open, trying to fully comprehend what I’d just told him.

“Can this truly be real?” he finally asked, more to himself than to me.

“I’m pretty sure it is,” I smiled.

Aidan just looked at me for a few seconds, then, finishing his coffee, got up off his chair.

“Could you send him over to my place after he’s done his homework? I think Jordan and I need to talk,” he all but whispered.

I simply nodded and then Aidan was off, his mind obviously in turmoil as he didn’t even say goodbye. I just had to smile and took my coffee with me into the living room, waiting for the boys to come down again.

When Jordan came down, I called out to him and I could see the clear look of apprehension on his face.

“I talked to Aidan after dinner and he’d like to talk with you over at his place,” I explained.

“Why?” Jordan asked immediately.

“I don’t know, I guess that’s something between you and him,” I replied, “But to be totally honest, I think you should,” I added.

I could almost see the gears in Jordan’s brain starting to turn and then a slight smile began to appear on his face.

“Would it be ok for me to go now?” he questioned.

“Yes, I think now would be a good time,” I smiled.

When Mr. P told me I should go to Aidan’s guest house, it only took me a minute to realize what he was saying. Then, as I walked out the sliding doors and made for Aidan’s house, I felt butterflies in my stomach and my brain was swirling with crazy thoughts as I crossed the patio. I loved Aidan, he’d done so much for me and never asked for anything in return. I didn’t understand why he never tried to make a pass at me, but I guess he must have had his reasons.

Knocking on the door almost gave me goosebumps and I really didn’t know what would happen. I felt my hand still shaking after I let go of the door knocker, waiting for Aidan to open the door. After he did, I simply couldn’t contain myself and immediately put my arms around him, holding him as tight as I could.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked as I felt tears trickling down my cheeks.

“I wanted to. Believe me, darling, I wanted to,” I heard Aidan stammer.

That was all I needed to hear as within seconds I pressed my lips against his. We’d never kissed before and now I felt like I never wanted to stop. I could feel Aidan gripping me ever harder and tighter. It seemed to last an eternity, though in reality, it was probably no more than a minute or two before we broke off our kiss.

“Will you want to come up to the bedroom with me?” I heard Aidan whisper.

“Yes, I want to fuck you and then I want to feel you inside of me,” I murmured back.

It was weird, I had fantasized about this for such a long time and now I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Aidan had grabbed my hand and I was following him up the stairs, not wanting to let go. I had only been in the guesthouse once, carrying in boxes for Aidan and had just been on the ground floor. I was slightly surprised to see how spacious the first floor was and the bedroom was truly huge, almost making the twin bed look tiny. Aidan let go of my hand and started undressing, putting his clothes on the couch that stood in front of the bed. I then quickly followed suit and as I peeked at Aidan a few times, I could see he was doing the same with me.

We rapidly ended up laying on the bed, next to each other and then Aidan surprised me by smearing some lubricant all over my hard cock. I could see he was hard also as he straddled me. Moments later he was pushing down, taking my cock slowly into his bum until my pubic hair touched his ass cheeks. He then started moving up and down, fucking himself on my hard-on, sending shivers down my spine. I guess it was his way of showing me this was something he really wanted and enjoyed as he began stroking his cock in sync with his movements. Unable to contain myself, I began to thrust upwards every time he moved down, mesmerized by the sight of his manhood leaking precum.

I was holding onto his thighs as he began to speed up. I knew that at this pace, I wouldn’t last long as I was definitely hornier than I’d ever been. Aidan’s legs were slightly hairy and he had a big bush of pubic hair, but his chest was completely bare. I ran one and over his smooth chest and played with his nipples before again steadying him with both hands. Suddenly he bent over and started kissing me as I kept on thrusting into him. Then I felt my belly and chest getting covered with warm sperm and I knew Aidan had shot his load all over me. I pushed into him a few more times before I also exploded, my heart racing as the orgasm seemed to course through my entire body.

“God, I love you so much, baby,” I could hear Aidan whisper as he lay down on top of me and I could feel my boyhood slowly slipping out of him.

I don’t know why, but we both started giggling, the tension that had been there suddenly broken. Aidan looked me in the eyes and then said we’d probably better take a shower to get ourselves cleaned up. I agreed and as I had expected, the bathroom was also quite spacious, allowing us to shower together. Afterwards, back in the bedroom, Aidan suggested we get dressed and just watch some TV for a while.

“I’m not sure if you want to, but I’d like you to spend the night here with me,” he then added.

Once I’d seen the other boys going down to the game room, I followed after and put on a movie in the media room as usual. It was only after the movie was over and we were all walking up the stairs that the twins noticed Jordan’s absence. As expected, they questioned me about it, and I thought it best to tell them he’d gone out to meet a friend and I didn’t quite know when he’d be back. I could tell they weren’t entirely convinced, but luckily they didn’t push the matter. Allejandro smiled as the troop went upstairs while we made for the living room couch and our pre-bedtime glass of wine.

“Do you think he’ll come back or spend the night?” he asked me after he’d gotten our glasses of wine from the kitchen.

“I don’t know, but I guess we’ll find out in the morning,” I smiled.

I then asked him if he’d given the idea of a wedding planner some more thought and he told me to give the guy a call the next day. Allejandro proposed that if the guy could come over on Saturday or Sunday, the three of us could have a talk to check if we were on the same wavelength. I thought his idea made sense, so I told him I would see if he’d be able to come over one of those days. We talked some more as we finished our glasses of wine and then prepared for bed.

 

On Friday morning, Allejandro and I managed to get up fairly early, probably due to our incessant curiosity. I wasn’t surprised to note that we were the first ones down in the dining room and we both decided to get a cup of coffee. We had just settled down in our usual seats when we heard the sliding doors in the living room open and close, then Jordan walked in. Allejandro and I just smiled as we saw him turning slightly red in the face, but it was also clear he’d never looked happier.

“Aidan and I thought it was best for me to be here for breakfast, so we wouldn’t upset anyone,” he whispered conspiratorially.

All three of us knew of course that he was referring to Felipe and Juanito, but we deferred from using their names. When Jordan came back out of the kitchen with his own cup of coffee, the other boys started to trickle in. Pietro and Mauricio began to put the breakfast dishes on the table and we all began eating. I did notice how the twins were quietly subjecting Jordan to a thorough interrogation and he looked rather desperate. He was mostly concentrating on his meal and trying to get through breakfast without answering too many questions. As the first boys were finishing and getting up to get changed, he rapidly joined them, almost fleeing from the room. When the exodus began, a little past 8 o’clock, I think Jordan had managed to evade the twins for most of the time.

Once the gang had ridden off, Russel and I went back to the kitchen where I got a cup of coffee and he settled for a cup of tea.

“Are we going to do some more lessons today?” he asked enthusiastically, after we sat down on the living room couch.

“You’ve learned a lot over the past few days, maybe we should take a break?” I asked in an effort to contain his expectations.

“Ok, but then you’ll have to take me upstairs instead. I haven’t felt your fuck stick inside of me for a while now,” he replied with a huge smile.

I had just in time swallowed my swig of coffee or it would have been snorting out through my nose at his remark.

“Are you serious?” I just managed to mumble.

“Yes, I like it when you fuck me with your joystick,” he smiled, almost proudly.

“Could we finish our coffee and tea first?” I questioned, trying desperately to regain my composure.

It felt like I had created a monster and now I had to live with the consequences. Russel just nodded, but I could tell he was anxiously waiting for me to take the last sip of my coffee, emptying the cup.

“Can we go now?” he asked, when I, at last, put down my empty cup.

A few minutes later we were up in the bedroom and I was fucking his tiny ass. I can’t say I didn’t like it, because I did, but it was what happened afterwards that truly shocked me. Russel came back from the bathroom and lay down next to me, putting his head on my shoulder.

“You really love him, don’t you?” he suddenly asked.

“What do you mean?” I softly replied.

“Allejandro, of course, that’s what you called me when you came,” he whispered.

I was flabbergasted as I definitely didn’t remember calling him by that name.

“I’m sorry, did I really call you Allejandro?” I questioned, not quite convinced I had.

“Yes, papi, but it’s ok, I know you love me too,” he replied softly.

Then he gave me a hug and a kiss, got up and started getting dressed, telling me he was going to play some games down in the game room. My mind was in turmoil as I walked down the stairs to the ground floor a little later. Russel wouldn’t lie about me calling him ‘Allejandro’ and I couldn’t help but wonder if it had ever happened before with any of the other boys. None of them had ever mentioned it, but I seriously started to doubt my sanity. I went into the kitchen to get myself a cup of coffee and then remembered I needed to call the wedding planner.

I retrieved the piece of paper that Aidan had given me, took my cellphone and cup of coffee and went into the study. I got comfortable on the small couch and started dialing the number I’d been given.

“Hola, con Jorge Soliz,” I heard the male voice on the other end of the line say.

“Hola, my name is Rudee Peters. I’m sorry, but do you speak English? My Spanish isn’t that good yet,” I replied.

“Of course, Mr. Peters, I actually speak several languages and English is no problem,” he answered.

And with that I started to explain how I got his number and what exactly I was calling him for. He was kind enough to let me finish my story, then asked me when the happy date was supposed to be.

“Oh my, but Mr. Peters, that’s only four and a half months from now!” he exclaimed, after I gave him the date.

I thought he was slightly exaggerating, but then he told me that planning a ‘decent’ wedding normally took between 6 months and a year. I tried to convince him that we were going for a more intimate celebration and I think I did a pretty good job. Of course, I then asked him if it would be possible for him to come over either the next day or Sunday to discuss things with me and Allejandro. He put me on hold as he checked his schedule, then got back to me and told me he got could fit us in on Saturday between 2 and 5 o’clock. I thought that was fine and proceeded to give him the address and asked him to call ahead, so I could open the car gate for him. I guess my last statement made a bit of an impression as he stated he was looking forward to seeing us and we ended the call.

With nothing else on my immediate ‘to do-list,’ I went out in search for Mauricio to ask him about possible jewelers he knew for wedding rings. When I finally found him, he was in one of the bedrooms, changing the bedsheets and muttering to himself.

“You should tell those boys to either wear condoms or be more careful where they drop their ‘stuff’,” he grumbled when he saw me.

I couldn’t help but smile at his remark and asked if it was really that bad. He told me it wasn’t, but that he was just a bit grumpy because Pietro had tricked him in changing the bedsheets instead of going food shopping. I asked him how Pietro had tricked him and with a broad smile Mauricio informed me that he couldn’t divulge such private information. It only caused us both to laugh before I could get to my question at hand.

After asking, Mauricio recommended the jeweler that he and Pietro were planning on getting their wedding rings from. The guy had only opened his shop about two years ago, he was gay also and could certainly use the business. I then told him about the wedding planner that would be coming over the next day and his ears immediately perked up.

“With our wedding only a little over a month after yours, would you mind if Pietro and I sat in with you for a while?” he asked.

I voiced that they would have my blessing, but that I’d have to discuss it with Allejandro first as he was after all the ‘bride to be’. This comment of mine got Mauricio going and before long we were both almost doubling over with laughter. After regaining our composure, Mauricio sent me away, telling me he had a job to do for this merciless boss that he didn’t want to piss off. Chuckling, I left him to his own accords, not knowing whether he meant me or Pietro, and went back down to the living room. Feeling a need to relax, I got myself another cup of coffee and settled in on the couch to do some reading.

It was round 11:30 that my cell phone started ringing and checking the caller-id, I saw it was Hugo’s cousin, Johan Lässig. Having no idea why he’d be calling me, I picked up and announced myself in German. As it turned out, he just called me to let me know that he and Karim were still on schedule and to share some family gossip. It seemed that his father had almost had a fit at being informed about the legal costs involved in contesting his brother’s will. He’d been calling family members ever since, trying to get them to pitch in, but none had taken the bait. He had even contacted Johan and had promised that he and Karim could stay in the house at Hildesheim if they could cough up some money. When he had informed his ‘dear old dad’ that they’d put the house up for sale as they were going to move to Spain, the line had gone dead. I could hear Johan snickering as he made that last remark.

We talked a bit more and when I told him about the planned marriage between me and Allejandro, he became rather enthusiastic. Of course, we also discussed Hugo and I was happy to convey that he was doing rather well considering the circumstances. We both knew there would come a point where he would truly have to face his terrible loss, but it was anyone’s guess when that would be.

After signing off, I could see it was close to 12 o’clock, so I settled in to wait for the twins and Roque to get home.

TBC