Amsterdam Weekend
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Amsterdam Weekend cajuncock
Amsterdam can be fun for any tourist. But for a gay man the level of excitement is even higher. I'd taken a cheap morning flight from London and was ready to experience it all. I checked into my favorite place, Stable Master. It was early so the bar downstairs was closed. I decided to see some of the sights of the city. After doing the usual canal boat tour I headed for the brewery for an early afternoon tour. Since this was Amsterdam the tour guide spoke English. Walking through the various rooms we were shown the stables where the famous horses were kept. Each day they paraded around the streets pulling a large barrel of beer. It was another of the many touristy things in the city. My guide stood near me as he explained the details about the breed of the horses. The rest of the group moved away but the guide and I stood watching as one of the horse cocks dropped from its sheath. I gasped at the size. My guide only laughed and said "We Dutch are proud of our horses and our own equipment." He gave me a slight bump with his hip. I looked down to see his own horse cock tenting in his pants. He grasped it knowing that I was watching.
The tour ended in the tasting room where we were treated to various beers and Dutch cheeses. I sat off in the corner sipping a beer. When he saw me my tour guide came over with a plate of cheeses. He stood right in front of me at my eye level. "You must taste some of our cheese." I licked my lips as I saw his cock again begin to expand in his loose pants. He moved to my side with the plate of cheese. I could smell his manly scent. He picked up a small piece and offered it to me. I opened my mouth to accept it. He moved his fingers to my open lips. Taking the cheese I managed to suck on his fingers. He moaned as I did this. He then moved away with the plate.
As I finished my beer he returned with another for me to sample. Stuck in the side of the beer glass handle was a napkin. He unfolded it for me to see a note, "where are you staying?" I reached into my pocket for a pen and scribbled the name of my hotel. He nodded and whispered "I get off at 1700, why not meet for a drink at The Web?" I nodded agreement knowing full well what would happen.
The rest of my day was spent walking around. I located the bar for our meeting before heading back to my room. Now the shared bathroom showers at the Stable Master were equipped with several shower heads with an assortment of attachments. I decided that I'd clean myself out before meeting my Dutch date. I was surprised to find another guy there using one of the attachments. He smiled at me and muttered greetings in an Eastern European language that I could not understand. Seeing me inspecting the attachments he motioned for me to bend over. Without uttering a word he proceeded to insert the thing into my well soaped hole. After making sure I was fully cleaned out he turned and I returned the favor. When we were finished he turned me around and bent me at my waist. Without much ceremony he proceeded to give me a good deep fucking. He finished with a loud grunt and then reinserted the nozzle into my now used hole. Again he washed me out and left.
That afternoon delight only made me eager for my date. I arrived at the bar a little early. I wanted to get the lay of the land, to explore the layout. I ordered a beer and watched some guys playing pool for a while. I did notice some men going up a set of steep Dutch stairs next to the toilets. Soon I got up the courage to follow them. I was confronted with an entirely dark area. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust. Then I noticed that there were several pathways to walk. I followed the man who'd come up after me. He wandered around before opening a door. Light shown through the door that led onto a roof top, covered deck. Men were standing around with their jeans at their feet. There were pairs and threesomes all engaged in various sex acts. One group was surrounding a kneeling man. They were jerking off onto his naked chest. Another group was standing around a bathtub pissing on a naked man. It was all very new to me but I soon felt my own cock growing hard in my jeans. I made my way back down to the bar to await my date.
I only had time for a second beer before he arrived. He was still dressed in his work outfit. He ordered a beer and we talked. He asked me what I'd seen so far. I told him about the rooftop orgies. This only excited him more and he unzipped to expose his stiff member. Very casually as we spoke he jerked on it. It was strange to me that no one in the bar took any notice. It seemed normal for that bar. He told me that he needed to change out of his work clothes and invited me to go to his place. We took a rather long tram ride to one of the outer canals. His place was small, just two rooms. In no time he'd stripped naked in front of me and fell back onto a futon. I wasn't born yesterday and knew what we needed to do. I stripped off my things and fell onto the futon. I ran my hands over his muscled body coated with a light covering of blond hair. We kissed, tongues delving deep into each other's mouths. Breaking the kiss he reached over to a side table, grabbing his pipe and a bag of weed. We smoked for a while each of us jerking the other one. But we didn't go for full on sex. He cautioned that we needed to save that for later.
Both of us dresses and I followed me to the tram stop. Riding several stops we got off and walked down a narrow lane to another bar, The Spijker. This one also had a pool table and western decor. Ordering beers my friend, Hans, pointed out some of the unusual things in the bar-a slot machine, jars of condoms and noticeable dispensers of lube on the walls. There were several men standing behind low walls watching the pool game while other men stood behind them pushing. It didn't take much to realize what was happening. After two beers I told Hans that I needed to piss. He pointed to another set of steep stairs going up to a loft. I climbed the stairs and walked into a very small bathroom. Finishing up I moved to leave noticing Hans standing by an open doorway with only a thick black curtain hanging in front of it. Hans motioned for me to follow him. I did! We walked down a narrow hallway. On each side there were small, open spaces with thin cloth coverings. Some of them held slings others benches and still others saw horses. All were illuminated by red lights. On or two of the spaces were occupied.
Hans pulled me into a space with a hanging sling. He kissed me deeply as he unbuttoned my shirt, remove it, and did the same for my jeans. Since I was going commando, I was naked. Hans pushed me back into a sling, securing my arms and legs. I lay there wide open. Hans opened the cloth covering to the space. He quickly pulled out that stiff cock that I'd admired earlier. Moving to my head he offered me his tool. I greedily sucked it into my mouth. Hans then blindfolded me, placing a bottle of poppers under my nostril. I inhaled deeply, held the fumes inside. My head began to swim and my body was inflamed with a desire for man cock. I brushed against my restraints trying to get more of that thick, Dutch horse cock.
As I settled with that cock pushing to my throat, I felt a slippery finger begin to work into my exposed hole. Another hit of the powerful poppers and I didn't care anymore. I moaned as I felt a second slippery finger join the first. I felt them open me, scissoring my ass lips wide open. Now I knew that I needed cock, any cock to satisfy the growing itch in my bowels. I had to wait only a minute before the fingers were withdrawn and replaced with a large, mushroom cock head. I felt as if one of the horses I'd seen earlier were trying to invade my body. Hans pushed the bottle under my nose again. I took a deep breath inhaling the fumes. My head began to swim with desire. I needed to feel myself filled. There was no pain, I was no virgin. My fucker humped with increasing speed until I heard him grunt and bury himself into my body. He exploded his cum load into to my bowels. Regaining his composure, he pulled out and moved away. Hans immediately took his place. He told me how good it felt to be able to fuck me using another man's cum as lube. He didn't rush but took his time at my now eager hole. He pinched my ringed nipples sending another rush through my body. As he built up speed he pulled on my hard cock. He was an expert, as many Dutch men are. He brought us both to an earth shattering climax at the same moment. He lay over my cum covered chest regaining his strength after that great fuck.
Reaching for a nearby towel dispenser he cleaned both of us up, paying particular attention to my dripping ass. Before pulling me up he stuffed a small piece of paper towel in my hole. He whispered "To keep you ready for the next time. We dressed and walked back down to the bar. I noticed some of the men smiling at me as if they knew what had happened. Hans ordered two more beers for us which we sipped while talking. I felt him reach into the back of my jeans to finger my crack. "Just making sure it's still there." he said loud enough for others nearby to hear.
Finishing our beers, Hans asked if I were hungry. With all of the sex I'd built up a good hunger for some real food. We walked down a few streets until he found a Dutch treat- an Indonesian place, his favorite. Not knowing what was on the all Dutch menu I let him order. He ordered a meal and two more beers. Very quickly a large platter of rice surrounded by bowls of different things was placed in the center of the table by a sarong glad waiter. Hans obviously knew him since he gave him a slap on his ass as a thank you. We talked as we ate. I told him about my life in a medium sized British town and my job. He told me about being gay as a teen and about the acceptance of his life style by his family and friends. It was very different from my own experience coming out.
After a full meal we walked around looking at the lit canal boats gliding along the waterways. We ended our walk back at his apartment. I spent most of the next two days seeing the city through the eyes of a native and enjoying the feel of Hans as he made love to me. We had other adventures but that's another story.
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