Game Boy - 1

This story is about Peter, a guy of about 18 years old. He is doing well in school. In addition to being a fanatical player in the local futsal team, he is mainly engaged in online gaming with his friends. His parents don't like that online games thing, but as long as the school results don't suffer, they let him do his thing. Dating or girls is not really an issue yetOnce in a while secretly peeping at porn on PornHub and a nice jerking is enough to fulfill his sexual needs.

This spring, his parents and sister are taking a break.

The Pentecost weekend: Peter had been looking forward to it for months. This was the extra long weekend on which his parents and his younger sister had planned a city trip to Berlin. Of course Peter had tried to invoke his exam period as an excuse not to have to stroll along in the shopping streets and soak up the culture in the big city... and he succeeded!! He was allowed to stay home alone!!

By studying sufficiently in advance and having prepared his upcoming tests well, this promised to be a super relaxed weekend. A nice long game on Friday evening with his best friend and since good weather is predicted, there will probably be a BBQ at grandma and grandpa's on Saturday afternoon, but nothing was recorded...

go with the flow

. It's finally here.

Friday afternoon, the school bell rings and Peter hurries home to wave goodbye to dad, mom and sister. After Dad's classic "take care of yourself" sermon and Mom's pointers about portions, it's time to say goodbye.

They've barely left the street when Peter grabs his stuff to cycle to Bas: Bas had the latest new games, so Peter only takes some chips and soft drinks from the cupboard, and a bottle of vodka that he bought earlier this week. had made it to the night shop and had hidden it well... Just when he is about to take his bicycle, he realizes that it is a lot more pleasant to cycle with mom's electric bicycle

After half an hour of pedaling, Peter is with Bas and the gaming evening can begin. The hours fly by and before they knew it it is 9 pm and so Bas calls his father that it is time to say goodbye.

When Peter swings down the driveway, he immediately feels that this takes some getting used to... The vodka-colas made his head light and his legs heavy and he still had 10 km ahead of him, but the pedal assistance does its job. He tries to turn on the lights for a moment, but he can't

Well, for that short end.it works out that way.

, he thinks to himself. He braves the bridge with the greatest of ease and at the top he sees the long descent in front of him... briefly gaining speed and resting at the same time.

Peter races off the bridge like crazy, his eyes water from the speed. Suddenly a large SUV appears from a small road that wants to cross the road. Peter tries to swerve but loses control of his wheel. His right pedal scrapes against the bumper and Peter swings across the track and ends up in the canal on the other side.

The driver gets out and walks towards the canal to see if Peter is unharmed... "Goddammit, can't you watch out, man!" groans Peter. "Look at me here now and OH..no, my mom's bike...damaged too!" He can cry when he sees the folded front wheel of the almost new bike..

"I didn't see you coming, dude.. Why didn't you turn on your light? You popped up like a ghost in the night" Meanwhile the man reaches out and helps Peter out of the muddy ditch." I can get you home bring it if you want, but we also have to fill in the accident form.., or we can also fill it in at my house, which is near here.

By the way, Bart is my name". The man has quickly recovered from the incident, now that he knows that the young man is not injured and that the damage to his car is not too badA scratch in the paint is easily repaired.

"I can imagine that your parents don't like to see you come home like this, so you can dress up with us there, if you wish.

My light, sir, sorry I hadn't gotten the thing to work before leaving and my parents who are currently traveling for the weekend. I don't want them to hear this at all that I had an accident at nightfall without light

stammers Peter

And besides, you've been drinking, haven't you?

says Bart in a vicious tone.

I clearly smell alcohol, young man, shall we get the police involved?

No, please, no police and no worried parents Me, me

. Peter barely gets out of his words as the entire scenario plays out in his mind.

Well, calm down, uh what's your name?

Bart asks.

Peter, mister Bart, my name is Peter

, the boy stammers

If we can handle this properly, no one needs to find out. Well, yes Nobody will be quite difficult, with such a pleated front wheel, but we may find something about that..

. The words sound reassuring.

The bicycle is lifted into the trunk and together they drive to Bart's house.

I would call this a castle rather than a house, Mister Bart

. Peter is clearly impressed by the immense house when he gets out of the car.

Mr. Paul and myself have worked hard for that, boy

says Bart, as they approach the imposing front door through the large one. Both gentlemen had developed an international trade in antiques and art that had clearly benefited them.

When the door swings open, a stately man stands amazed in the entrance hall.

You would get Chinese, dear, this is not Chinese, haha..

. Both men burst out laughing, while Peter looks a bit bewildered.

Come on, take off your dirty shoes and come with me to the kitchen. Tell your story, come on

. Paul's warm voice is reassuring and Peter tells his story over a nice coke: the city trip, the bike borrowed from mom, the ride back without lights and with a drink and the plan to repair the damage to the bike without that mom or dad hear something In the meantime, Paul is standing behind Bart's chair and leaning on Bart's broad shoulders. The story is touching in a way, but Paul imperceptibly squeezes his shoulder when it comes to compensation for the damage.

Look, Peter

, Paul begins:

We have a proposition for you: We drop the damage to our car and will have your bike repaired tomorrow so no one notices, but then we expect some help from you tomorrow night. We have some friends visiting and could use some extra help. To be sure of our appointment, we will fill in the accident form, with a confession of the unlit electric bicycle and your slightly intoxicated state. If everyone adheres to the agreements, these papers can be torn. What do you think?

Despite having only had 2 alcoholic drinks, it sounded like he was sitting on his bike drunk, but not being aware of any harm, Peter sees an opportunity here to save his skin and his savings He eagerly replies:

I'd love to, Mr. Paul, I've got the whole weekend off if you'd like.

Paul winks at Bart and suggests:

Well, Mr. Bart, then he can spend the night here today and tomorrow. Tomorrow morning we fix the bike and by Sunday morning the account is settled and we pretend nothing happened. What do you think?

Tight plan, Mr. Paul

Bart winks at Paul,

He might even save some pocket money!

What do you think of Peter yourself?

, asks Bart interested.For me this is more than OK, Thank you both

beams Peter. The idea of ​​saving some money awakens his hidden dreams of the new game console.

Once the papers are filled in, it is already almost midnight.

Paul now addresses Peter visibly more sternly and says with a stern look:

Then let us make clear agreements, Peter. From now until Sunday evening you are with us as a guest, but from tomorrow evening 7 pm until sunrise you do exactly what we ask you to do without grumbling, you obey us and always address us as Mr. Bart and Mr. Paul, unless we instruct you otherwise. Then you are not a guest, but you make sure that our guests have a good time. Is that understood?

Excited, Peter can only do one

Yes, deal

bring out.

After a nice cup of tea it's time to get under the wool.

Bart guides the young houseguest upstairs, shows him his guest room and the adjoining bathroom in beautiful black marble. Peter has never stayed in such a luxurious room: everything seems to be antique, there are valuable paintings on the wall and on his bedside table is a lamp whose base is a young naked man holding a torch high.

Peter takes a nice satin bathrobe and pajamas from the large closet

If you want to take a bath, feel free to pull up the cupboard for a towel and shampoo or shower gel.

As Bart says this, he turns around and sees the boy slowly undressing. The delicious muscular ass is clearly visible as the tight panties slide down. Peter can hardly take his eyes off this wonderful spectacle, he picks up the pants with mud to put them in the wash tomorrow.

While Peter falls asleep exhausted, the horny plans are being made in the master bedroom

The spring sun is already coming through the curtains when Peter wakes up from the noise in the hallway. When there is a knock on the door, Peter straightens his duvet before

inside

to call. Both gentlemen are standing in the doorway in identical bathrobes. Bart with a nice breakfast, Paul with the coffee pot.

Peter doesn't wait for the question and says how wonderful he slept. Breakfast is placed on the side table and the gentlemen sit on the bed.

Soon after breakfast you can have a nice bath, boy

says Paul, putting his hand on his hairless chest. The soft fingers give Peter a tickle in his stomach His morning erection had only just subsided by the unexpected knock on the door, but his cock is already rising.

Look who we got here

, says Bart cheerfully and puts his hand on the clear bulge that can be seen in the duvet. Peter feels the blush of embarrassment come to his cheeks and hides his face in his hands.

You don't have to be shy about this, dear Peter, on the contrary!! I think you should be proud of this!

As Paul says this, his hand goes under the blanket over the boy's belly. Peter looks through his fingers and sees Bart slowly lifting the blanket and folding it back. Paul's hand drops to his navel and gently touches his half-covered cock head. The straight cock is about to burst as the experienced hand slowly pulls back the foreskin. Paul whispers in his ear:

I think you don't mind if Bart spoils you?

With his hands still in front of his face, Peter shakes his head.

Shame

Bart says:

I do not hear anythingPeter mumbles audibly doubtfully:

No, I don't mind, but I've never experienced this, Mr. Bart, Mr. Paul

.

Let us initiate you into manly love, boy

, says Paul softly while we press his index finger on the boy's lips and at the same time Bart bends over and licks up a pearl of pre-cum.

Hmmm, you taste delicious

, he says and a moment later the boy's inexperienced cock disappears into his warm mouth.

Enjoying this new sensation, Peter removes his hands from his face and grips the bottom sheet until his knuckles are white. His lower body almost gives way when Paul suddenly kisses him on the mouth and his tongue works softly inside. When his tongue touches Paul's and becomes entwined, his cock can't hold it any longer and his warm cum gushes into the sucking mouth of the host who swallows it all gratefully.

Peter is shocked a few more times from the ecstasy when Bart now comes over Peter to Paul and he also French kisses. Peter sees this horny spectacle before his eyes but is still so horny that he unabashedly takes his cock. Peter, still kneeling above the boy, takes the boy's hand and guides him under his open bathrobe. Peter feels his co-rider's big, half flaccid cock, but hardly dares to move. Bart, on the other hand, starts to make rhythmic fucking movements that make his pole even more impressive and as soon as he also approaches his climax, he rises like a bear. Only now does the boy see how big this cock is. He can barely enclose the throbbing pole with one hand and with one last thrust from Bart his purple cockhead sprays three and four jets over the teen's smooth belly. When Bart's animal noises have stopped, Paul asks:

Did you like it?

Peter searched for words not to sound too convincing, but since his potent cock was already erect, he couldn't help but answer in the affirmative. Both hosts stood up, Paul pours out a cup of coffee for the boy, while Bart fills the bath. Then they leave Peter alone for a while to let everything sink in This must be handled with care if they want their plan to succeed.

After the delicious breakfast, Peter sinks into the lavish foam of his bath. He leans back and considers that this is a very luxurious weekend. It felt a bit double .. He enjoys the opulence that the gentlemen offer him and on the other hand he feels that they want to enjoy his body in exchange. He is faced with a dilemma: give in to the luxury and lust he experienced this morning or stick to the values ​​his parents instilled in him when he was raised

Curiosity takes over, his imagination runs wild. His hand massages his cock in the lukewarm water, when suddenly a polite voice says:

Young man, behold your washed and ironed denim

Is he served by a butler now?