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I woke to the sound of my alarm at 8 AM, I had changed my setting because I wanted an early start to go to the caves at Han-Sur-Lesse. I rushed through the shower and got dressed for the day ahead. The caves could be cold so no shorts and shirt this time but jeans and a summer sweater instead. I shoved an extra sweater into my backpack just in case. Before I went downstairs I double checked my backpack again. My GPS was recharged, my wallet and phone, id, the extra sweater and ... ooh.. my sauna-bag. Should I take it with me or leave it here, I wanted to use the sauna when I returned so why take it on my trip? It didn't take much space in my backpack, I took it with me, just in case. Who knows after the last couple of days I was glad I had packed it in the first place. I was greeted downstairs with the smell of coffee, fried eggs and a cheerful Tom and Mary.
"Had a good night sleep JC?"
"Oh yes sir, I've slept like an angel."
"Please, Tom and Mary. We know we're old, but we like to keep it familiar around here."
"Thank you Tom, I'll keep it in mind."
"Would you like a cup of coffee Sweety?"
"Oh yes please Mary."
"Anything in it?"
"No pure caffeine is my poison."
"Do you want your eggs fried or boiled?"
"Don't bother for me Tom, I'll take anything you offer."
"Fried it is, quicker this way."
"He he, thanks."
"Are you ready to see the caves?"
"Oh yes Mary, I've always wanted to see them but I've never taken the time to do so."
"Planning to go to the zoo next to it as well?"
"No Tom. In my opinion animals need to roam free. However well kept I still see it as cruelty towards them. That is why I won't even consider owning a pet."
"I see, now enjoy your breakfast. Mary and I need to load some stuff into our car for our trip to Goes."
"I will, thank you."
The spread before me wasn't as diverse or wide as I had encountered at my previous stays. But everything was delicious and fresh. My fried eggs had this amazing aftertaste of corn and grain. And the yolk was close to orange instead of the pale yellow you'll get with a store bought one. The warm bread had a crisp texture to them, I wondered where they had gotten that from on a Sunday. There was no way that Mary had baked it herself now, or was it? As I have said breakfast was comforting. When I was finished I cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher that Mary had shown me yesterday, the leftovers I covered and or wrapped with cling film and placed them in the fridge. With everything clean and tidy I poured myself another cup of coffee in the cup I had held behind just for this. I had just sat down when Tom and Mary reentered.
"What? Have you cleaned up?"
"Yes Mary, I hope I haven't made a mistake."
"Oh Sweety, you didn't have to. But thank you."
"You're welcome, now you and Tom can leave also, as soon as I've finished this cup."
"Be careful JC, don't spoil her to much she may get accustomed to it."
"Thomas!"
"He he, I won't Tom."
I drank my coffee, placed my cup in the sink and filled it with water.
"Now there is proof of good upbringing."
"Or hospitality experience Mary. I've worked in a five star hotel's bar and restaurant for a couple of years."
"Or that. Are you ready to go JC, because we are leaving now."
"Yes Tom, I'll grab my bike and I'm on my way too."
"Have a nice day Sweety and maybe we'll see you later."
"You too Mary, bye."
The first miserable weather day of my vacation had started with a drizzling rainfall. But I didn't let that stop my excursion to the caves. In them I would be dry, right? Leaving the town I had the pleasure of riding down the 14% decline I had to walk up yesterday. Halfway I was waved at by Mary passing me. Lovely couple. I turned right and found myself facing an incline again. Now tell me, why by all that is good did I have to choose the Ardennes as a bike destination? I had to fight my way up several hills before I rolled down into Han-Sur-Lesse. The church bells chimed eleven times the moment I locked my bike. I had made good time, an hour and forty five minutes with more climbs than descends, nice. At the base of the bell tower, the town had organized a flea market offering any and every knickknack you can think of. I strolled through it. I saw a couple of items that peeked my interest, but on my bike and still a couple of days ahead of me there was no way I could buy any of them. I did buy myself a sandwich and two bottles of coke at one of the stands though. I entered the souvenir shop annex ticket booth of the `Domaine des grottes de Han-Sur-Less', bought a ticket for the caves and joined the queue for the train ride to its entrance. We had to wait for its arrival in twenty minutes.
The weather had changed to bright and sunny, not as hot as yesterday but with a 23.4 degrees Celsius I wasn't complaining. Now I hear you wonder how in hell did I know that temperature so exactly. Truth is across the street hung a digital clock with that indication, on the façade of a insurance company. I had seen the previous train leave this station when I had stepped outside, so I was one of the first in line to enter the next one. I finished my sandwich and looked for a trashcan to get rid of the wrapping. As I scanned the line behind me I saw one, but also a lone figure way back caught my eye. The people between me and him were mostly families with small children or older couples, all dressed in bright and floral summer clothing. So a man in his twenties wearing all black what looks to be leather, stuck out like a sore thumb. I didn't have more time to study him better because our train pulled into the station, and while the platform was build in a curve the train obstructed any further looks at him. I boarded the train and after ten minutes it departed the station to work its way up and around the hill to the entrance of the caves. The train had to really work for its climb, it squeaked and screeched around every bend in the tracks. When we arrived at the station we were asked to stand at the sing that indicated in which language we preferred our tour to be in. Either French, Dutch, English or German. Our group divided itself in three, there were no Germans among us. First to leave the platform were the English. The others had to wait a moment to synchronize the tours with the laser show along the route. Next was the French group. I looked around at the group that waited for the last guided tour, and look and behold who was amongst us, the guy in black leather.
With only sixteen people left here I could really take a good look at him. As I've said before he was in his twenties close to thirty so around my age, he wore tight black leather what was a motorbike suit with matching boots and on his arm a black helmet. His hair was short and brown, but due to his helmet I assume flat and messed up. He had a handsome face, if you go for the `I-don't-give-a-crap' look, and a two day beard. He had a, some would say, moody but I prefer intense look in his eyes, high cheekbones and an averagely bigger nose, not dominant more like noticeable. In his beard two full lips awaited action, being it speech or kissing I'd go for both. My fantasy went wild on this one. Lost in that daydream I nearly missed our announcement of departure. I realized my absentmindedness when he walked towards me and gave a nod towards the entrance with a heart melting smile and a wink. Anyway our tour guide explained all sort of things about the caves. Its creation and discovery, the various explorations and finds, the changes it went through during the seasons, the necessarily need for changes in the routes through history and of course the difference between a stalactite and stalagmite. That last information I already knew, because the moment we had entered the caves I hung around the motor rider and my fantasy created all sort of scenarios to change the stalactite on him into a stalagmite in me.
When we arrived at a point where the two of them had met (the stone ones in the cave, get your mind out of the gutter) and had created a massive pillar from floor to ceiling, the rider opened his jacket and took out a small camera. He fumbled with it and his helmet on his arm for a moment but just couldn't keep them balanced at the same time.
"Shall I hold on to that while you take a photo?"
"If you don't mind, yes please."
That base tone to his voice was a symphony to my ears. With that same heart melting warm smile he handed me his helmet. With now both hands available he aimed his camera and took his photo. He turned around to me, gave me a wink and I handed his helmet back.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. Beautiful isn't it."
"Majestic is more appropriate."
"Yeah, you're right. Majestic."
When we arrived at a curtain made of stalactites he turned to me with a plea in his eyes and a nod to his helmet.
"Sure, give it."
He took another photo. And stuck out his hand to receive back his property. Which in turn I offered him.
"Thanks dude."
"If you want I can hold on to your helmet until the end of the tour. You can take a photo anytime you like."
"I can't ask that of you."
"You're not asking, I'm offering."
"You really don't mind?"
"Why else would I offer?"
"Don't know, to chat me up?"
"Now there's an idea. Why didn't I think of that one."
"You really don't mind dude?"
"JC, and no not at all."
"Nick, and thanks."
With that he handed back his helmet to me and we continued with the tour. Along the way he took some more photo's. Twice I gave Nick a nudge to point out a feature he had missed. And once I advised him another position to take the photo from. On the halfway point they had organized the laser show. Nick and I took our seats in the back row. Before the show started Nick looked at me.
"You've got a good eye for details JC."
"You're not the first to notice Nick. Just the other day someone said so too."
"May I buy you a drink after the tour, to show you my gratitude?"
"Good way to start, yes please."
Nick gave me his warm smile again and bumped his shoulder into mine. A waft of his sweat combined with cologne entered my nose. Intoxicating, there is no other word for that combination. The show started. We were treated to a spectacle of light and sound, beautiful. (Again a must see for you my reader.) We concluded our tour with a traditional cannon shot, don't ask we why, some sort of superstition or something. At this point of our tour and being so close to Nick my attention wasn't with the explanation. We left the caves and walked towards the restaurant annex museum building.
"I'm sorry JC do you mind if I go to the restroom first I really need to go."
"Only if you don't mind if I join you. My bladder is about to burst."
We walked into the restroom to find two stalls, one closed and one with an `out of order' sign and a long metal troth opposite them. We took our places at the troth and whipped out our dicks and emptied our blathers. I'm sorry but I'm still a healthy gay man, I couldn't help to sneak a peek at his dick to my right. Hmm, nice. Thick and a reasonable length, he held it up with three spread out fingers and still a quarter of it had airtime so to say. And ... oh my god!!! Was that an ... an Albert? Yes, indeed he was pierced with a Prince Albert. I had to fight my urge to drop to my knees right there and then. Before I had the chance to admire his dick again, he stuffed it into his pants. We went up to the restaurant and found ourselves a table.
When the waitress arrived he ordered a cup of coffee with warm apple-pie, I ordered myself a cup of coffee too.
"You don't want apple-pie?"
"I don't want to in convene you."
"So that's a yes. Two coffees and apple-pies please."
"Thanks."
"It's the least I can do for your help. Did you like what you've seen so far?"
"Oh yes, those caves are truly majestic, like you've said. And the show? Wow."
"And the restroom?"
"Huh, what? You caught me?"
"Dude, the moment you saw me on the platform you were already practically drooling."
"I, ... I'm sorry if I've offended you."
"Relax JC, I'm flattered that a cute young guy like you, is into an older bloke like me."
"Huh, older? But you're my age."
"If you're pushing thirty five too, we are."
"What? Thirty five? No way, thirty at the most."
"I'll take that as a complement, thanks."
"Your order sirs."
"Thank you. Enjoy it JC."
"Thanks Nick."
The apple-pie was delicious, not too sweet more tardy and enough cinnamon to leave a burn but not overpower the pie itself.
"let's get better acquainted shall we? So my name is Nick. I life in Arnhem. I work as an accountant for this law firm. I own a motor, well obviously he, he. I love my new found freedom. I'm single, my nine year relation came to a halt last Christmas when my boyfriend wanted to go better. I'm a Taurus. I've a tattoo of it on my left shoulder and I know a Prince Albert, intimately, like you've seen. And that's reasonably it, what's your story?"
"Wait, rewind. Single, boyfriend, nine years?"
"He, he, yes I'm gay too. If that's what you're asking."
"Hmm, nice. But a relation of nine years, that would mean you were twenty five or six when you hooked up?"
"Twenty five, yes. We had met in this sauna and we clicked from the start. But that's all water under the bridge now, I want nothing to do with him anymore."
"Okay, good. Well I'm JC. I life in a small town north of Breda. I'm still single. I've never met the one yet. And I work in this factory that makes boxes."
"Nice, and what has brought you here to Han-Sur-Lesse besides the caves?"
"I'm on vacation on my bike, bicycle not motor, and I'm crossing Belgium on it. And I'm staying at this quaint little B&B in Awenne all alone. Even the owners have left for the day. "
"On a bicycle through Belgium? Now I have to know more, tell me everything and don't skip a detail. Where did you stay, who did you meet, what have you done and above all who?"
"That will be a long story. Tell you what, order me another cup and I will do my best."
"Done! Waitress."
I started my story telling completely from the start as I've told you my reader. When I was finished with my adventure in Vlissingen I took a sip from my coffee that the waitress had brought us.
"Hmm, kinky. A quickie in the storeroom."
Next was my encounter with Michael in Brugge. I told Nick everything, including our parting words and promises.
"He sounds dreamy, I hope he'll write you soon."
For the next part of my vacation I had to take a moment to calm myself a little to tell it objectively, but I did. I told Nick all that had happened in the dunes of De Panne.
"Dude, no. Have you reported him to the police?"
"No, I haven't. At the time I didn't bother to do so, and now it's too late. And somehow I feel I've asked for it."
"I understand your point, but rape isn't right in any which way."
Next was my roll around in the hay with the twins and Ben in Kortrijk. I related all to Nick, every sensation their DP had given me. And my game with Ben.
"Oh my god, three? With a DP to boot too? You slut, he, he."
We had ordered ourselves a next round, coffee for Nick and after some deliberation a beer for me. I took a sip of my beer and continued my story. So Gent was up. I told Nick all, every advice I had given Charles and Jeff and the way they had put them in practice. When I started at my revelation of their con and my revenge, Nick's jaw dropped.
"They what? I hope your lesson sticks. It's much better to ask someone for a threesome than to play it like that."
Now followed my encounter with Marcel in Brussels. I told Nick how I had to keep my focus on not to lose the struggle with that delicious piece of man meat.
"How ... how big was he? And you've deep throated that monster? Wow, respect dude."
When I wanted to start on my next part of my vacation Nick stopped me.
"Please, hold on a second. I really need to pay the restroom a visit. No! Not to rub one out, you dirty gutter rat get your mind out of that. No, I need to piss bad. If you see our waitress order yourself another beer and one for me too. I think I can allow myself just one, and I need something stronger than coffee for your stories. They're hot, capital H."
With that he just about ran to the restroom leaving me alone sniggering at the table. He was right though, during my last narrative I had finished my drink. I scanned the room for our waitress and ordered two more beers. She, our beers and Nick arrived at the table simultaneous.
"There is no need for a second tab, I'll pay for it all."
"Nick, no."
"Shut up and yes. I can afford it easily and I feel the need to repay you for all you've given me so far."
"Thanks, cheers."
"Cheers, please go on."
I told him my stumble upon this photogenic twink photographer. I told Nick about the positions Pierre had taken and how he looked against that tree. Also I mentioned Pierre's promise to send me one or two photo's from the shoot.
"And? Has he kept his word?"
"Not yet."
"Will you share them if he does?"
"If it's the one where he looked like a warrior I may consider it, but if it's one of the NSFW's. No way, I'll keep those safe with me, like I've promised Pierre."
"Shame, but you're honest and true to your word. I like that."
"I like to call myself a bitch, not a dog."
"He, he, he. So that was in Charleroi, were getting close."
"Yes, just one more to go. I think you'd better take a big sip for this one. It's a doozy."
When I related my come across with the soldiers, Nick's eyes started to bulge. When I told him the part of the synchronized fuck, his jaw dropped. Finally I arrived at my revenge action. I told Nick everything, including their parting words. Once finished, Nick slammed his hand on the table and let out a roaring laugh. Tears were streaming into his beard. After I had given him a breather I concluded my story with my arrival in Awenne.
"You've burned them, burned them good. They'll think twice when they patrol that lake again."
"I hope so, I really hope so."
"Good. So, any ideas for your next epic tail?"
"Well, I have seen this gorgeously handsome scruffy daddy. He can be in it, if he plays his cards right."
"Hmm, I think I'll like where this is going. Where does it take place?"
"Now that is the big catch, I've no idea."
"Well, the restroom is out of the question, to public. The caves are a no-go. Your B&B?"
"Just a little to faraway, Awenne is an one and a half hour bike ride for me. Your hotel?"
"Haven't got one. I was planning to ride to Brussels and just walk into one."
"Argh, where to go, where to go? I'm afraid I see only one option."
"Being?"
"A rain check?"
"No, really? You had to mention the RC-word?"
"I'm truly, deeply truly sorry. I've no idea at all."
"Argh, and after your story I can't stand up anymore here in public."
"Ooh, me neither. Shit, shit, shit. And I looked forward to meet my first prince up close."
"Can I have your phone? I'll enter my addresses and number so you can call me whenever you stray into Arnhem and want to cash in that check. I just know that, with some little work I can fit in, ehm, you can fit in."
"Now who is the gutter rat? He, he, whole heartedly yes please."
I handed him my phone. He entered his specifics and handed it back to me. I looked them over, saved them and called the number.
"So you have my number too. And you're offer goes both ways of course. If you race along the A 27 without a destination one weekend, hit call JC."
"It's a date, when do you arrive back home?"
"He, he. In a hurry to cash in are we? Saturday next week."
"You bet I am. I'll keep that day in my mind."
We finished our drinks and slowly started to stand up. With hidden glances down we both didn't see any tell tale signs, I hope. Nick paid our waitress and we left the restaurant. We had sat there for nearly two hours, it was getting late. We walked along this small street towards the church were my bike stood. Along the way we chitchatted some when Nick stood still abruptly. Startled I looked at him, that's when I noticed his, again black, Kawasaki. Together they looked amazing. Hmmm. Again I had to fight my urges. I just wanted to wrestle him to the ground and let him fuck me, hard. Then and there. With deep, deep breathes I regained my composure.
"Wow, she is magnificent. Hmm, that line and color. Damn."
"She's a beauty, ain't she? Top speed of 200 KMH with ease, never tried it though. I want to play it safe."
"Wise, very wise. So this is goodbye?"
"Hm, more like see you later."
"I can't wait for that."
"Me neither, safe trip to Awenne."
"You too, ... daddy."
He grabbed me in his arms and planted a smoldering hot kiss on my mouth, painful and scratchy but Hóóóót!!! He put on his helmet and started his bike with a roar. He gave me a big wink through his open visor, and closed it. Climbed on his monster, gave gas and drove away. Now I want to tell you he rode off in this beautiful orange sunset like a lone cowboy, but ... it had gone cloudy again. Sorry, still can't control the weather.
To be continued ?!?!