Recently readers asked me if I had some more stories to share. Well, I do have some stories I published years ago on the net but these stories are in my native language. So I decided to translate them so more people can enjoy them.
This story I wrote about 10 years ago when I was a student in Amsterdam. It's the first of three stories with the same lead characters and it's loosely based on my own experience.
Enjoy!
One hot taxi ride
"Damn, I missed my last bus!"
Sjoerd looked at his watch and cursed like a sailor. Tonight he went to SoHo in the Regulierdwarsstraat (street with a lot of gay bars in Amsterdam) and he was supposed to get the nightline back home to Amsterdam South-East from the Rembrandtsquare. He completely lost track of time though when he met a nice guy named Peter at the bar. Peter was a typical Dutch guy, blond with blue eyes and some muscle but not excessive. The only thing not so typical Dutch was Peters tan. He had a deep tan which is virtually impossible in the Netherlands because of the lack of sun. Still, the complete package made Peter an attractive young man.
In the beginning of the evening Sjoerd and Peter had been talking animatedly but as the night progressed and both guys had a few drinks they got hornier by the minute. Sjoerd had hoped Peter would ask if he could go with Sjoerd to his place or Sjoerd coming with him but so far no luck. And it wasn't because Sjoerd wasn't trying. Now Sjoerd had to walk for about two hours to get home and the bar would close in about half an hour.
"That sucks, man! What are you going to do now?" Peter asked.
"Well, I guess I have to walk. The next bus won't get here for another 3 hours." Sjoerd answered. All of his hormones had gone into hibernation with the thought of a two hour walk ahead of him. The fact he had to walk through the worst part of town didn't do much for him. Sjoerd wasn't easily afraid. But he was just annoyed with the fact he had to walk. The grin on Peters face didn't help much either. Sjoerd didn't much care for being laughed at.
"Don't worry" Peter said. "I think I know a solution. I promise you you won't have to walk all the way home".
Sjoerd didn't quite understand. If this was the invitation Sjoerd had been waiting for it was a little late. Although he still liked the way Peter looked Sjoerd was no longer horny. Apparently Peter noticed because he began caressing Sjoerd seductively and before long Sjoerd was as hard as he had been before he realized he missed his bus.
Half an houe later SoHo closed and Sjoerd followed Peter towards the Rembrandtsquare. Sjoerds dick was so hard it hurt. It had been weeks since the last time he had done anything with a guy so his balls were filled to the max. He hoped this night wouldn't be over yet otherwise he would suffer from a bad case of blue balls. Peter seemed fine though.
When Sjoerd and Peter arrived at the Rembrandtsquare Peter waved to one of the taxi drivers who stood next to his car having a smoke. The driver waved back and smiled at Peter.
"Hey, Peter! Long time no see! How are you doing?" the taxi driver asked.
"I'm doing good, Achmed. And you?" Peter answered.
Sjoerd took a long look at the taxi driver and his dick got even harder. God, this man looked drop dead gorgeous. But at the same time Sjoerd got jealous.
"How does Peter know this statue of a man?" Sjoerd asked himself. "And if he knows a hunk like this what is he doing in bars like SoHo?"
The taxi driver Peter called Achmed was tall, almost 6.6 feet with black hair till his shoulders. Although it was difficult to see because the lack of good light his eyes looked so dark they were almost black. It was obvious he went to the gym regularly. He spread a spicy, masculine smell and with a start Sjoerd realized this young man was either Turkish or Moroccan. Sjoerd lowered his gaze immediately because he didn't want to show he was gay. Somehow his glance landed on Achmeds crotch and Sjoerd began to wonder whether Achmed was circumcised or not.
"Is it a slow night?" Peter asked Achmed.
"Yeah, pretty much. I'm glad my shift is almost over. I spent most of it here, at the Square. But who's that nice young man you have with you?" Achmed asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I completely forgot. Achmed, this is Sjoerd. Sjoerd, this is Achmed, an old classmate of mine" Peter said. Sjoerds jealousy immediately melted away.
"Of course! An old friend" Sjoerd thought. "Nothing to worry about".
"Achmed, do you think you could take Sjoerd home? He lives near your place" Peter asked.
"Sure. Are you coming as well? Than I can first take you home and drop Sjoerd off on my way." Achmed said.
"Yeah. That sounds ok" Peter said. And a few minutes later they all got into Achmeds car.
Although Sjoerd was glad he didn't have to walk home he still had hoped this night would have ended differently. Peter was sending out very mixed signals. When he got home Sjoerd would definitely have to empty his balls because no way he would get any sleep otherwise.
Peter and Sjoerd were in the back of the taxi while Achmed was driving. Peter had his arm draped around Sjoerds neck and all of a sudden Sjoerd felt Peter rubbing his nipple. Sjoerd was hard as a rock again in an instant. What the hell was Peter doing? Achmed looked really macho and Sjoerd doubted Achmed had warm feelings towards gays let alone gays who were going at it in his car. But it also turned Sjoerd on like nothing ever before. Peter was running his hand up Sjoerds leg till he felt Sjoerds big warm balls. At the same time Peter brought his lips slowly to Sjoerds and kissed him very gently. Achmed looked in his rear view mirror and could see everything happening in the back of his car.
"This could be fun" Achmed thought while squeezing his hard cock. "A lot of fun."
While Achmed was driving and watching Peter and Sjoerd at the same time Peter slipped his hand underneath Sjoerds shirt. Peter had noticed Sjoerds attraction to him all night and Peter certainly didn't mind a little action with the young student. He was glad his plan to make Sjoerd miss his bus and meeting Achmed at the Rembrandtsquare worked. He had planned including Achmed in this all night and he was glad his old friend was indeed in the square that night. Well, all that could have gone wrong was Achmed not being there and in that case Pieter had decided to ask Sjoerd to stay with him at his place. But Peter knew how much Achmed loved watching people having sex, especially in his taxi. Peter had already seen Achmed was watching in the rear view mirror and he saw Achmeds thick cock through his jeans. Apparently Achmed was going commando tonight. Peter kept playing with Sjoerds nipples causing Sjoerd to keep moaning.
Achmed parked the car near the biology faculty of the University of Amsterdam. Since there were only university buildings here and offices no one would be here at 3 am. He turned around and took out his hard cut 11 inch dick. God, he was horny! He saw Sjoerds shirt had come off and Peters tongue was flashing over Sjoerds nipple while Sjoerd was jerking Peters hard dick. The front of Sjoerds jeans was severely tented and Achmed thought it just had to hurt, having such a hard on confined in such a tight place.
Achmeds eyes met Sjoerds and for a moment the student tensed up, thinking he was certainly getting a beating now. But then he saw Achmeds hard dick in his hand and Sjoerds relaxed again, enjoying Peters action on his nipples.
Peter had noticed Sjoerd tensing up and for a moment he thought Sjoerd was going to cum already. But soon he noticed Achmed playing with his hard circumcised cock. Peter reached out en took over the gentle rubbing Achmed had applied on his dickhead.
"God, it's been a while since someone else touched my dick" Achmed sighed. Achmed maneuvered himself in the back of the car with Peter and Sjoerd, ready for some hot action.
The three men stripped themselves of their clothes and were naked in the back of the car in a matter of minutes. Achmed immediately dived in for Sjoerds hard dick which he sucked deep in his throat. At the same time Peter had taken Achmeds in his mouth and Sjoerd was sitting there, deeply enjoying all of this. He could tell this wasn't the first time Achmed sucked dick and the feeling of Achmeds soft lips and wet and warm tongue on his dickhead was almost enough to make him shoot his load. While Achmed was sucking him and playing with his balls Sjoerds caressed Achmeds long black hair. Peter was deepthroating Achmed, making Achmeds dick nice and wet. Not long after Achmed released Sjoerds dick and kissed Sjoerds lips and in his neck.
"Have you ever been fucked?" Achmed asked Sjoerd. Sjoerd shook his head not able to speak because of all the sensations racing through his body. Achmed sat up, grabbed Sjoerds waist and pulled him on his lap. Sjoerd felt Achmeds hot and wet dickhead against his ass and got a little scared. Achmeds dick was really big and Sjoerd thought he could never take a monsterdick like that. He felt a wetness on his ass, caused by Peters tongue. Peters tongue invaded his ass and Sjoerd didn't know what happened. He pressed his ass down, feeling Achmeds dick trying to push in. That didn't work just yet so Peter started rubbing Sjoerds ass with his wet fingers, applying some pressure on Sjoerds sphincter, urging the muscle to relax. Slowly Peter inserted one finger, causing Sjoerd to buck with his hips. Peter started fingerfucking Sjoerd, causing Sjoerd to leak large amounts of precum. After a while Peter put in a second finger while Sjoerd was moaning in ecstasy. When Peter thought Sjoerd ass was relaxed enough he withdrew his fingers and started licking Sjoerds ass which he altered with sucking Achmeds hard and throbbing dick. Achmeds dick started throbbing more and more and Achmed pushed Peter away from his dick. Peter started to rub Sjoerds dick to make him even hornier. Well, that worked. Sjoerd was so horny and distracted he didn't notice the increasing pressure from Achmeds dick on his ass until Achmeds dickhead entered his ass. An explosion of pain shot through Sjoerds lower body. Sjoerd tried to get of Achmeds dick which was deeply imbedded in Sjoerds ass. Achmed knew in how much pain Sjoerd was so he kept his dick perfectly still while kissing Sjoerds neck and massaging his nipples while Peter kept working on Sjoerds dick which was less hard now because of the pain.
"Take it out, please" Sjoerd whimpered.
"Relax, baby. In a minute it will feel better. I promise" Achmed said. And indeed, the pain subsided and Sjoerd started to feel how full he was with Achmeds dick up his ass.
"I think I can learn to love this" Sjoerd thought. Right at that moment he got a new sensation when Achmed moved his dick a little, causing pressure on Sjoerds prostate. Sjoerd howled with pleasure and started riding Achmeds dick.
"This is wonderful!" Sjoerd thought. "Heaven must feel like this". After the few hand- and blowjobs with anonymous guys he was finally having a man up his ass while another guy was slowly rubbing his dick. All of these sensations caused an overload pretty soon and Sjoerd started shooting his cum all over Achmed. Achmeds face, chest en abdomen were covered in Sjoerds cum. Because of Sjoerds orgasm his ass had contracted involuntary around Achmeds dick causing Achmed to reach his climax as well. Sjoerd felt Achmed cumming in his ass, flooding his bowels with his cum. Achmeds was screaming. He never had an orgasm that intense.
Sjoerd was exhausted and Achmed lifted him from his softening dick. Sjoerd felt some of Achmeds cum dripping out of his ass but didn't get to think long about that. Achmed took him in his arms and started kissing him passionately. The young student lay in Achmeds arms, enjoying the afterglow. He didn't realize Peter was still horny and wanted to lose his cum as well. In one thrust Peter pushed his dick in Sjoerds ass. Thank God Peter wasn't as thick as Achmeds dick was but Peters was a lot longer. Sjoerd pushed himself further in Achmeds embrace while Peter fucked the young man. The show Sjoerd and Achmed showed already put Peter on edge and only minutes after he had entered Sjoerds ass he shot his load in Sjoerds ass, mixing it with Achmeds.
Achmed collected his clothes, got out of the car and started dressing himself. If someone had been there he would have seen one overheated and sweaty Moroccan man with a dick that was still half hard. Achmed didn't care. Not only he was ok with people looking and lusting over his hot and hard body but he also knew no one would be there this time of day.
As soon as Achmed was dressed again he got back in the front seat and turned the car. Peter and Sjoerd were still lying in the backseat, naked and sweaty and almost asleep. Achmed smiled and started driving the car to Amsterdam South-East.
When Achmed parked the car in South-East, Sjoerd woke up just enough to realize he didn't recognize the neighborhood.
"This isn't my place" Sjoerd said.
"No, it isn't" Achmed answered. "It's mine". Sjoerd and Peter started getting dressed, which was quite a task in the back of a car. Getting undressed was easier.
After the two guys were dressed enough to not draw any unwanted attention they followed Achmed to his apartment where their adventure continued. Sjoerd got fucked again by both Achmed and Peter, with both men shooting their loads in Sjoerds ass. After a third session, in which Sjoerd fucked Peter while being fucked by Achmed, the three young men fell asleep exhausted and drained while the rising sun set Achmeds bedroom in a fiery glow.
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