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Subject: Blove Max and Peter. chapter 8 gay/adult-youth Blove- Max and Peter � St. Willie This is the story of young brothers desperate for stability in their lives in a time where everything they knew as normal suddenly fell to pieces. Strange truths are uncovered as the boys rebuild their lives. In the story you will find characters of Blove, a small seaside resort town. Like many small towns, this place has its characters; some enjoyable, some serious and some simply tolerable. “Max and Peter” is a tale of men and boys. St. Willie ail Your donation to Nifty is for your fty/donate.html CHAPTER 8 Santa left the bathroom in a frustrated mood, he did not trust Paul one bit. He knows he will not hurt Max, but he knows how the man’s mind work, and he does not like the devious mind of the man called Paul. He remembers the first time they met, how their friendship evolved to best friends and how Willie showed him the truth of the man he dared call his best friend. It all started 10 years ago when they met over a sight for like minded people. They soon became friends and decided that they trust each other enough so they could meet up over a cup of coffee. The big surprise was when they found that not only they live in the same town but knew each other personally, Santa did cut the construction worker’s hair on numerous accounts. It did not take long for the two gay men and boy lovers to became best friends, Santa even helping the man getting his own business up and going. Then came along a Italian boy, at the age of 14 he was confused and insecure over his slim body and sexuality. Santa had a non sexual relationship with the boy helping him where he could in the short vacation he was in Blove. Santa and the boy kept in touched after the vacation, but then it just stopped, only years later did Santa found out the real reason why. Paul did get hold of the boy’s cell number and on devious ways invited the boy back to Blove, his parents thinking that the boy was on a special invite for a chest camp, even signing consent on fake paperwork. That all happening with in months after the boy’s original summer vacation in their little town. Santa also found out that his so called best friend did the same thing with four other boys that Santa befriended over the years. When Tony, Santa’s decead lover, told him on what Paul was doing, he did not believe one word of it. Paul was his best friend, how dare he do such a thing? But when Willie came and showed him what Paul was doing, showing the text he recieved to say he may not tell Santa that Paul contacted Willie. That text brought Santa to reality.Boys were only to be used, only a way to pleasure for Paul, regardless of the boys needs. Their frienship was just one big scam, Santa was only used to get to boys, a way to a mean. Santa had no option as to use Paul’s servisefor two reasons, one is because Santa owns half of the company and two. Paul knows to much of Santa and his love for boys to have a bad relasionship with him. Santa walked in the room finding Max sitting on the paint-stained carpet in front of the window, his brother standing next to him looking deep in thought. He knew he had to do something before the situation with Paul gets out of hand, how and what he does not know yet. “What you boys say,” Santa smiled at them, “let’s leave this for the professionals and we go and relax back at my home?” “Awesome.” Peter said skipping around the furniture in the middle of the room, “Think I have more paint on my body than on the wall” “I agree.” Santa said giving the boy a hug as he came to a standstill in front of him “What about you Max?” “Can I stay?” Max looked over his shoulder to Santa, “I mean, Paul can help me.” Santa walked over to the window, Peter to his side, and he looked out the window, but noticing nothing. How will he explain to this vulnerable boy that Paul is no good for him? “Peter, please go and close the door.” Santa said to the red and blue smurf next to him, “Max, we really need to talk.” “What about?” Max turned his phone so Santa could not see what was written on WhatsApp, “You’re so serious now.” “Yip buddy, I am.” Santa just wanted to get out the apartment “We can talk here where Peter can hear everything or we can go to my place and test out the Jacuzzi?” “Why not here? Peter knows everything.” Max placed the phone on the windowsill, face-down “We are brothers.” “Have it your way.” Santa made a small place for him to sit on the plastic covered bed, “I saw what was happening with Paul.” “Nothing happened.” Max looked shocked at the old man’s accusation. “You say nothing.” Santa looked as Peter stood wide-eyed, looking at his brother. “Well he gave you his number and we not even going to discuss the state you and him were in when I walked in the room.” “State?” Max knew Santa saw, “What state?” “Max, I only telling you because I care about what happens to you.” Santa saw that the boy was not going to make things easier for him, “Well, having a size too small underwear on does not make it difficult to see you were hard, he was not hiding his away either.” “So what? I was hard.” Max looked angry, “I like him, he likes me, it’s not like you can say anything about it.” “What do you mean by that?” Santa felt fear and anger at the same time. “I am not stupid.” Max took his phone and held it behind his back, “You and Peter! Yesterday!” Santa looked at Peter and could see in his eyes that Max knew, how must he respond to him now. “Max, you promised.” Peter said hitting his brother with a fist on the shoulder. “Peter.” Santa stepped between the two boys, trying to stop a fight that is going to happen, “Violence is never a option.” “You said you wanted to.” Max looked at his brother, “Well, I want to with Paul?” “Yea, but why did you blit? You promised.” Peter look at Santa, “Santa why can’t he do it with Paul?” “Because Paul is no good.” Santa sat back down and looked at Max, “He will lie and deceive you just to get you in bed, after that, you’re nothing to him. He has no plans for love and those kinds of things, he just wants to have sex with you, no matter the cost to you.” “How do you know that?” Max take a challenging stand towards Santa, “Prove it.” “Did you send him a message?” Santa asked and he saw in the boy’s eyes that he did, “I bet I know his answer, or well, part of it. If I am right, we go to my house and I will explain, if not you can stay here.” “Deal.” Max said. “What did he reply back?” “Part of it will read that you must not tell me.” Santa looked in the boy’s eyes, “Well, am I right?” “Yip.” Peter smiled at Santa, “He did say that.” “Peter!” Max looked at Santa and gave his phone to Santa “You’re right, look” 10:17 My Lord I would love to have you join me at my place of residence. But my Lord, you may not tell Master Santa. He will say `no.’ He does not like me. Your humble servant, Paul. “Okay, Max, a deal is a deal.” Santa said standing up, “Please get your stuff together for the evening, make that two evenings. The bathroom will take a day sakarya escort or two longer because of the broken bath.” “But you will tell me why?” Max still looked angry. “Yes. A promise I make – I will always keep.” Santa looked at the two paint-spotted boys, “I suggest you get dressed in only your duffel coats and a pair of beach sandals, we don’t need paint on all your clothes. You guys can take a shower over at my place.” Max did as asked. He still wanted to stay, he wanted to be with Paul, why was Santa stopping him? Peter on the other hand, was quick to get his stuff, making sure that his phone is the first to be packed. Santa walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, he was livid. He was looking for Paul, finding him standing, phone in hand on the balcony, smoking. “So, he must not tell me?” Santa stood chest to chest with the much slimmer man, “I told you to stay away?” “So, you want him all for yourself then?” Paul smirked at Santa, “Look, Max wants it, I want it. So what?” “Yea, he wants it.” Santa felt like choking the man, “But he is not looking for what you are looking for.” “That’s what you think.” Paul said and Santa wanted to slap the smirk from the man’s face. “He is looking for a replacement for his father.” Santa felt his face grew red of anger, “He is looking to replace what he has lost, and that is love, something you have no idea about. Let the crew finish up here. David can be the supervisor. As for you, get off my property, delete that number of Max from your phone and if you dare to make contact with him again, you will have me to deal with.” “But Davis is on another site, 200 km from here.” Paul’s face turned to a frown, “This is my company and I will do as I please.” “Funny you should mention that” Santa stood one step back,”You are behind on your payments on the money that you owe me. You remember that loan you took from me to buy your share in the company. Half of this company belongs to me, push me any further and I will not only take you to court for that outstanding payments, But I will buy you out and destroy your nae around here. Your choice” “You can’t do anything.” Paul’s smirk was back, “If I talk about what I know about you, you will be the one detroyed.” “Yea, about that?” Santa had a smirk on his face now, “Must I tell where David junior spends his Saturday afternoons when his parents thinks he is with his friends? Or should I tell about Gavin?” Paul stopped him mid-sentence, knowing that he was defeated. He killed his cigarette in the ashtray and gave Santa a foul look. “I will go if that little boy ass means so much for you” Paul zipped up his overalls, “I want half a mil for my share.” “I can do that.” Santa grinned from ear to ear, “And with what you owe me, it makes it 300 000. expect a call from my attorney before the end of the business day – today.” Paul stormed out the apartment, slamming the front door closed, leaving Santa with a crew and no idea what to do next. He looked at the 11 workers looking at him. The carpet in the living room is done so is the one in the master bedroom. Only the boy’s room and the hallway still needed carpeting and then the bathroom and kitchen are still left to finish. “Why are you standing there?” Santa took out his anger at the workers, unnecessary, but he wondered what they have overheard. “Get the carpets done!”All the men looked at Santa and then to a young man that stood in the middle of the workers spoke. “Once a wise mad told me that fire is a better servant than a master.” The 25-year-old red headed man said. “And we cannot put down carpet before we are done with the bathroom and kitchen. We have to move the rubble out first.” “You’re right, Jason.” Santa smiled at him, “Well congrats on your promotion to supervisor. Will you be able to do the job?” “Yes. Thank you, sir.” Jason smiled, while receiving handshakes from his coworkers, “When will you be finished painting that room, sir?” “What’s is this `sir’ business? You have not called me sir since you were 14, I think.” Santa smiled. “The boys and I decided that the painting is left best for the professionals, so if you don’t mind will you finish that up as well?” “Santa, you’re my boss now.” Jason looked over to his coworkers. “You 3 in the bathroom. You 4 in the kitchen and the rest of us in the boy’s room. Santa, we know the plans, we will get the wallpaper up when we’re finished painting.” Santa left Jason to get things going with the other workers, walking to the boy’s room, just to find Max in tears. “Why you crying?” Santa bent down next to the boy, “Did I do something wrong? I just did what I thought best for you.” “I heard what you told Paul outside.” Max looked at Santa, “And he just sent me a WhatsApp. He says my boy pussy ain’t worth shit.” “I am so sorry, Max.” Santa could feel the boy’s pain, “But I only was trying to protect you from him.” “I know.” Max said and Santa used his handkerchief to wipe the tears away, “He’s just like my dad, only wanted sex, nothing else.” “I am so sorry that you over heard us, but there many like Paul out there, I just found out about Paul at a very late stage of our friendship.People sometimes are not who you thought they where” Santa looked at the suitcase “Where’s yours?” “Sorry, I will pack now, mine and Moms.” Max said standing up, “Just be a minute.” “Take your time, son.” Santa said standing up. “Peter and I will wait in the living room, don’t forget your duffle coat, or you will be seen in the streets in your way-too-tight undies.” That gave Max a giggle as he sprang into action, he not only made sure that his brother’s case has everything that he will need but he placed the dirty mags at the bottom of his suitcase. Once he was finished, he went to go pack his mom’s stuff. From panties to make up and everything in between. He left the picture of them with daddy on her dresser. He was impressed by the softness of the new beige color carpet under his bare feet. He called Peter to collect his suitcase while dressing in his duffle coat, it was just covering his undies, but it had to do. Santa came to help and soon they were standing at the front gate of Santa’s house. An old lady walked past and greeted them. “What on earth, Rupert?” The lady looked down on the paint-stained boys in duffle coats. “What is going on here?” “‘Morning, Lady Cox.” Santa greeted and Peter took a bow. “You met Peter. This is his older brother, Max. They were painting Lucille’s old room. They live in it now. As you can see, they have more paint on them than on the walls. Their bathroom is being renovated so they will be residing by me for a couple of days, their mother will be joining us after work.” “But they’re near naked.” Lady Cox looked over at Max, “Poor thing must be cold having his crown jewels hanging out like that.” “Indeed, my Lady.” Santa showed the boys through the gate, “If it pleases you, we would like to get indoors and have them clean up and dressed more appropriately before they catch something.” “Indeed, sir.” samsun escort Lady Cox gave Peter a look as if daring him to mimic her again, “Have a good day.” Santa led the boys to the front door, Peter did not smell the freshly mowed lawn any more but the smell of wet dirt was filling his nostrils. The big wooden loin gave way so the three of them could enter the inside of his warm belly, Santa punching in the security code. “Boys, you know the way to the bathroom.” Santa smiled, “Just place your suitcases in my study, I will wait for you there, before I show you your beds for the night. I have a few phone calls to make.” Peter did not let grass grow under his feet and was first to place his case in the study before skipping down to the bathroom. Max was taking it a bit slower, dragging his feet a bit, exposing his whole rear to Santa as he leaned forward. “Max.” Santa said and waited till the boy turned around, “I am sorry in what I did with your brother, but I am not sorry for keeping you away from that man. He only wanted you for what you have between your legs, not at all interested in the love you have to offer.” “My dad always called my butt his boy pussy.” Max turned and place his case next to his brother’s in the study. “And if you hurt my brother, I will tell on you.” “I swear I will never hurt him or you.” Santa understood the threat clear as day light. “And if I do hurt him, or you for that matter, I will tell your mom myself.” “Are you planning things with me as well?” Max could not resist the question. “No Max, I don’t.” Santa placed the mother’s suitcase in the study as well, “All I want is for you to become whole again, your heart is broken in pieces, and that I want to help you with.” Max did not answer back, just gave the man a long and hard look. He knew what the man was speaking about, his heart was in a million pieces, nothing made sense to him anymore. Yes, he wanted to have sex with Paul, he wanted to feel a hard cock inside of him, but what Santa told the man was true. He wanted to feel love again, wanted to be loved. He found his brother in the shower already, waiting for him. “I did not mean to tell your secret.” Max looked at his brother naked body, covered in paint. “Can I help? Looks like you will need a good scrubbing.” “You trust him now?” Peter said giving his brother the soaped-up sponge. “Looks like I need to help you as well.” Max did not answer but he trusted Santa in more ways than one, he trusted him with his little brother as well. It took some elbow grease and 20 minutes of hard scrubbing to get the paint from his brother, only his hair was left. He gave the sponge to Peter and the little one tried his best to clean up but his arm started growing tired. “How did you get it there?” Peter asked pointing towards his brother’s groin, “I mean even your little hairs have paint in them.” “I don’t know.” Max looked down and laughed, “Hey, you have it there as well, what you on about?” “You did not complain while I cleaned yours, and you had a lot more.” Max laughed as Peter tried cleaning the fine short fluff around his base. “Wait, I will use this.” Max took a shaver and gently shaved the few hairs he had. “Now you look like me again.” Peter giggled, “But now your hair is gone, can your chicken still puke… I mean give sperm?” “Yes, silly.” Max giggled as well, his erection growing while his brother scrubbed the paint, “and if you carry on longer it will again.” There was a knock on the door and both the brothers turned so their behinds were facing the door. “Who is it?” Max asked. “We’re kinda busy.” “It’s me.” Santa said from the outside, “Just want to know what you want for lunch.” “Pizza.” Peter said excited. “Anything will do.” Max answered and the boys tried muffling their giggles standing with each others erections in their hands. “Okay, but how is it going in there?” Santa could hear the giggles, “I mean with the paint in the hair, I suggest we cut it quickly. You do know that I ama barber, can trim it fast for you?” Max looked at himself in the mirror, the blue nugget on his forehead, still sensitive to the touch, but his hair had some paint on it, he looked at Peter’s and yea, he saw paint that he could’nt wash out easy. “You have a great idea.” Max shouted through the door, “Peter has a blob of red paint where his cap used to be.” “Okay, give me a second.” Santa laughed a bit, “Let me just order the pizza. We will do it in the bathroom so you can take a shower directly afterwards.” “But then you see us naked.” Max shouted back. “Keep a towel around you.” Santa said walking away. “And I wanted to see it sperm again.” Peter giggled as the two boys started to dry themselves. “Well, now it’s too late.” Max giggled, “Why you putting a towel around you if he has seen you naked before?” “Yea, I’m stupid.” Peter said letting the towel drop to the floor, his short member already at half-mast. “Maybe I’ll get lucky again.” “You horny little devil.” Max grinned, “Wonder how he will cut our hair, yours will be very short by the look of things.” “I dunno.” Peter looked at his brother, “At least mom will see your eyes again.” Both boys laughed at each other till there was a knock at the door again, Max opened the door, Santa came in with a small round wooden chair and a box with his clippers and scissors, placing it neatly on the bathroom table, the chair in the middle of the floor. “O, I see you’re excited to get a haircut.” Santa looked at the almost 3-inch erection of Peter “I take it we will do you first?” “Yip, and yip.” Peter said sitting down on the chair, Santa picking up the towel and hanging it over the tub. Santa started with Peter’s hair struggling a bit as the blob of paint was bigger than he thought. Peter did complain a bit as Santa was pulling his hair trying to get some sort of style, but it was useless. “My boy,” Santa looked at him, “Looks like number 1 on the sides and a number 4 on top.” Santa showed him the comb sizes “Will that be okay?” “Will you make it spiky?” Peter asked. “We can, yes, do you want it that way?” Santa gave a heartwarming smile as he received a nod from the boy. Max look on in fear as his brother’s hair grew shorter in front of his eyes. Anxiety stepping in that his hair may go as short as his little brother, Santa saw the uneasiness in Max and giggled. Once he was finished, he took gel and made the hair spiky on top. Peter looked on with a smile and liked what was reflecting back to him. “Thank you Santa.” Peter said, “But now it will get all wet in the shower again,” “Yea it will, then we just need to make it spiky again,” Santa looked at Max. “Your turn lad.” “Will you cut my hair as short like his?” Max asked, anxiety in his voice. “Nah, I will not be so mean with you.” Santa grinned, “How do you want it?” “What do you mean? Where you ugly with Peter? What did he do to you?” Max asked but could not resist, “Did he suck you up the wrong way?” A moment of silence filled the bathroom, they all looking at each other before Santa ankara sarışın escort started laughing from deep inside his belly, the boys joined in. “You’re a real sharp one, I see.” Santa said pointing to the chair where Max must sit down. “But can I ask, can you put on your undies again, I do not want to get the towel full of hair, rather a bastard to get clean afterwards.” “You said that we will use the Jacuzzi later with Willie and we will be nude?” Max looked from Peter to Santa. “Then you will see me nude then?” “Yea I will.” Santa looked at Peter who was puzzled. “You will see soon, when Willie gets here with the pizza.” “Ooooo.” Peter answered. Max took his towel exposing his flaccid member to the old man, he blushed as he hung the towel next to the one his brother used and sat down. “Then you can see me now as well.” Max said “What you think is best?” “I was thinking about an English cut, you know short on the sides and long on top.” Santa could not help as to notice the boy’s 3-inch flaccid smooth member with no hair in sight. “Is that okay?” “I will like that.” Max said, “Santa, you don’t shave, why there was a shaver in the shower?” Santa looked at the used shaver in the shower. “O, that.” Santa grinned, “Why did you use it?” “Kinda, yes.” Max confessed, “I used it down there, the paint was sticking to my pubes.” “Think Willie used it for the same reason this morning.” Santa giggled, “But no stress, he is a very clean boy.” “And you, do you shave there as well?” Peter asked. “No Peter, I wax.” Santa explained, “Every week I go for a wax and massage.” “Is a massage nice?” Max asked, “I have heard about it, they say the ladies, well, you know.” Santa started laughing. “No, my little friend.” Santa carried on with cutting the boys hair, “It’s just a normal massage then a wax, no funny business.” “Will you massage me?” Peter asked, “I mean… You know what I mean.” “I guess we can, but not today.” Santa said clipping the finishing touches, “Your mom will have a fit if she finds out.” “She will have one if she finds out what you and Peter were up to.” Max cut in, “I also want one.” “You guys know getting a massage has nothing to do with sex, right?” Santa looked at his handywork in the mirror. “There you go. What you think?” “We will not tell if you don’t tell.” Max looked at himself in the mirror. “I love it.” “Sexy.” Peter gave a wolf whistle. “Okay boys, finish up here.” Santa said, “I will just go get the broom to clean up, when you’re finished you can go get dressed in the study, I will show your room to you then.” The boys got back in the shower and as soon as Santa left the room did Peter give Max a naughty look. “What are you thinking?” Max asked. “Want to play baby baby with us?” Peter asked excitedly. “No.” Max said and started washing himself, Peter just grinned and did the same. Santa came in and cleaned the bathroom floor. The boys dried themselves once they were finished and Max helped his brother to get the hair all spiky again. They walked without any towels to the study and got dressed. Max telling his brother to dress in the tracksuit as they were not planning to go out again, he did the same. “Ah. You boys are finished.” Santa entered the study, “Come, Willie’s waiting in the kitchen, the pizza getting cold.” The boys did not wait and started walking with Santa towards the kitchen, Peter skipping all the way. Willie was waiting on them, 4 glasses of soda and two huge pizza’s in the middle of the table. “Hello.” Willie greeted, “Like your new look.” “Hello,” Max greeted back. “Yea we kinda had to, our hair was full of paint.” “How’s Victor doing?” Santa asked. “He’s looking good.” Willie reached over and took a slice, “Doc Wilson said if all goes well he can go home by the weekend.” “So soon?” Santa lifted an eyebrow “I mean he was in a coma for 6 months.” “I thought so too.” Willie took a sip of soda between bites, “The doc said he has no reason for keeping him longer, best part he does not need to wear a nappy anymore, everything works perfectly.” “That’s good.” Santa looked over at Peter, seeing his disappointment. “I spoke to your dad today. He said you must come home tomorrow; your boyfriend is out of danger and he said that you can see him every Wednesday when he comes to town.” “Yea, he told me so.” Willie looked troubled, “He said if he goes home this weekend I can’t go visit, he must first have some time with his own family.” “Yea, it might be best.” Santa took another piece, “What you going to do after lunch?” “I don’t know.” Willie looked at the two boys sitting next to Santa, “What you wanna do? I can only see Vic tonight during visiting hours, his sister there by him now.” “Max here fancies the Jacuzzi.” Santa smiled. “When will you give us the massage?” Peter asked giving Santa a naughty look. “Ha, I bet with a happy ending” Willie laughed. “I just told them a massage have nothing to do with sex.” Santa grinned, “And now you’re talking about a happy ending?” “What’s a happy ending?” Peter asked wide eyed. “I think it’s what Santa gave you yesterday.” Max grinned as well. “Flip Santa, you don’t let any grass grow under your feet.” Willie looked at Santa blushing. “But the two of you know that is the biggest ever secret you will have to keep?” “They know.” Santa said, “But enough of that. Peter I will give you one, but not today, I need to go see my attorney.” “Why?” Willie asked, “Thought we said we not selling?” “Nope not about that.” Santa gave a sarcastic smile, “I am buying Paul out, he tried his luck with Max here, even after I told him not to.” “Bro, stay away from that Dude.” Willie’s face turned into all seriousness. “He will use you and toss you away like an old oil-stained rag. He tried his luck with me, even offered to pay me just if I will allow him to use my…” Willie stopped there because he did not know if the two boys were used to dirty language. “He wanted to use your boy pussy?” Max said. “He said mine was not worth it.” “Yea, he is an idiot.” Willie said, “Okay we can go to the Jacuzzi, but I must tell you, I am gay and use it nude, will that be a problem?” Willie was looking at Max more than Peter. “You might as well know, these two do…” Max took a big gulp from his soda. “I am gay, only us 4 know it and I want to keep it that way.” “Cool with me.” Willie smiled. “And you, Peter? You also gay?” “I do not know yet” Peter answered honestly, “I mean I like chickens but I like girls, maybe.” “Chickens?” Willie look puzzled by the strange remark. “Yea, we have small ones sitting on a nest with two eggs, but only hens sit on eggs, so I call it chickens.” Peter looked over at Santa, “But he has an ostrich, and an ostrich cock sit on the eggs too, so he has a cock.” Willie and Max started laughing, Santa first blushed before he started laughing as well, just Peter sat wondering why were they laughing. It made perfect sense to him. “Come chickens, lets clean up here.” Willie said standing up still laughing. “Before we go to the boys room. Ostrich here has to go see an attorney.” To Be Continued. Xxxx Please feel free to comment by emailing me on ail positive or negative comments welcomed, even if only to say hello. I know how lonely a lock down can be. If you want to, send ideas on new story, new Characters.

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