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I'm Jeroen de Jong, I finished school in the Netherlands and went to the Edinburgh Festival. It was always a dream of mine to attend, and I saw a couple of shows. Unfortunately, my wallet was stolen on my second day at the festival, and I was in trouble. I still had a ticket to a one-man show called "Against the Stream" which I had read about and was very keen to see. The article I read referred to a large photo of Aaron in front of Edinburgh Castle standing in his red Speedo:
"In front of Edinburgh Castle's ancient, stone walls, a young Scottish actor stands proudly, wearing nothing but his bold, red Speedo. His messy, sandy-blond hair is tousled, and his bright blue eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief. His pale skin has a warm, golden glow as if kissed by the Scottish sun. He strikes a pose, his arms akimbo, showcasing his lean, athletic build. A smattering of light freckles across his nose and cheeks adds to the boyish charm of this young actor. A cheeky grin spreads across his face as he gazes out at the breathtaking view of the city below.
The castle's imposing structure towers behind him, its historic grandeur a striking contrast to the young man's playful demeanor. The scene is a juxtaposition of old and new, tradition and youth, set against the stunning backdrop of Scotland's capital city.
Aaron Rivkin, an Edinburgh-based actor draws on his experience of antisemitism and homophobia as a high school swimmer. Aaron challenges stereotypes and contemporary British views on the Gaza War. His one-man show is a definite must-see."
Aaron's show was brilliant, much better than the strangely written article said it was. It was so poignant for a closeted Dutch boy growing up in a small town like Meppel. He performed the entire play in his Speedo, which was a turn-on for me, and he still managed to create a range of very different situations.
I needed to speak to him afterward, and fortunately, I caught him as he was leaving. He invited me to join him for a coffee on the high street where I told him more about myself and my struggles. He listened intently and suggested we collaborate and write a sequel to his play together. I laughed and told him that I didn't think I had it. He put his hand on my arm, my heart skipped a beat and told me to trust myself. When Aaron heard that my wallet had been stolen, he immediately invited me to stay at his place and accompanied me to the youth hostel to settle the bill. My parents cancelled my bank cards and promised to send a replacement. Aaron lived in a one-roomed apartment, with a small bathroom. The main window overlooked Edinburgh Castle which the tourist brochure described as: "The historic fortress which stands proudly atop the dormant volcano, Castle Rock, gazing out upon the vibrant city."
Aaron used the map in the brochure to explain that to the north of the Castle, the majestic Royal Mile stretched out, a charming cobblestone street lined with shops, restaurants, and pubs. The Scottish National Gallery and the Royal Scottish Academy buildings could be found among those bustling streets.
Eastward, the Firth of Forth flows and meets the horizon at the North Sea. The iconic Forth Bridges – the Victorian-era Forth Rail Bridge, the Forth Road Bridge, and the sleek Queensferry Crossing – stretch across the water below.
Southward, you find the sprawling Princes Street Gardens, a lush oasis that offers an escape from the city's energy. Westward, the charming Old Town's patchwork of rooftops, chimneys, and church spires stretches towards the modern city's sleek skyline. Arthur's Seat, an ancient volcano, rises in the distance, a natural backdrop to the city's history.
Aaron knew the city well and promised to show me around. He had been schooled in one of the independent schools where he was on the swim team. He experienced a lot of bullying. After all, he was Jewish and later because he identified as gay. Aaron wasn't bitter and said that the experience provided him with loads of material for future shows. Aaron searched the Edinburgh Evening News for review of his show and was thrilled when he found it. The headline read "Local boy shames us all." The review was incredible, and Aaron was very pleased: "Aaron Rivkin delivered a stunning performance in `Against the Stream'. Rivkin demonstrates incredible insight into Edinburgh culture and tackles our narrow-minded way of thinking. He uses few props on stage and yet manages, only wearing his red Speedo, to create many different scenes on stage..."
Aaron took me to dinner to celebrate such a positive review from this hard-nosed journalist. The pub wasn't far from his apartment, and it only took minutes to get there. Rob, the pub owner, had read the review in the Evening News and said that dinner was on the house. Rob congratulated `The gay swimming Jew' and kissed Aaron on the cheek. Aaron introduced me to Rob, who said he would ask for ID if I wasn't with Aaron.
"Welcome to Edinburgh Jeroen. You know what they say here, any friend of Aaron is a friend of mine. What are you drinking?"
"I'll have a Scottish ale please," Jeroen replied.
We had delicious steaks and chips for dinner and the beer was good. Aaron told me that he grew up in an apartment not too far from the pub and that his parents still lived there. His parents were Orthodox, both general practitioners, and very disappointed that he studied drama and not medicine like his older brother. They were also disappointed that Aaron wouldn't be giving them any grandchildren, but Aaron argued that he would adopt.
I was very attracted to Aaron, I loved his sense of humour and engaging personality. I was an eighteen-year-old Dutchman falling for a Scot, and I discovered that Aaron didn't have a boyfriend at the time. Aaron held my hand as walked back to the apartment, and an electrical pulse went through my body as soon as I sensed his touch.
Aaron pulled me in for a hug as soon as we got into the apartment. He kissed me deeply and I tasted the beer we had been drinking. We stripped and I admired his erect cut dick. Aaron reached out and groped my dick and I took hold of his. We stood facing each other and wanked each other. We shot our cum onto each other's bodies and went in for another kiss. We squashed into the tiny shower and washed each other. It was a wonderful opportunity to explore his body so closely, and Aaron kept commenting on how smooth my body was.
I slept in Aaron's bed and didn't use the couch. I slipped on a T-shirt, but I didn't bother with sleep shorts. I was hard, and Aaron played with my foreskin. I stretched across and played with his dick; I had never seen a cut dick before. Streetlight streamed through the thin curtains, and we were soon kissing again and wanking each other. I enjoyed the intimacy and loved the idea of spending an extended time with someone. Aaron asked me to fuck him. He took out the lube and smeared it on my dick which bounced around. I had never done this before and was a little nervous. I smeared the lube in his hole, and he lifted his legs making it easier for me to enter him. I put his legs on my shoulders and sucked his toes. I felt the pressure of his arse muscles around his dick as I moved in and out. The feeling was sensational, and he groaned as my dick touched his prostate. I found my rhythm and thrust in and out. I went down and kissed Aaron deeply.
It was a new experience, and I find it difficult to describe just how incredible it was, and I shot inside Aaron. He was playing with his dick and ejaculated just then too. I stayed inside him until my dick became flaccid. We snuggled together and I felt satisfied. I was thrilled to live out some of my fantasies with Aaron and I wished l could stay in Edinburgh.
We were up early the next morning, and I joined Aaron on his run. We showered on our return, continuing to explore our bodies. Aaron hit back to the theatre ahead of time to get his head into the right space for his second last performance. The show was sold out and I couldn't get a ticket. I met Aaron after the show. It had been another stellar performance and Aaron said:
"The thrill of a full house is exhilarating. You know it's the culmination of months of hard work and dedication. As I stepped onto the stage, I was met with a sea of expectant faces, all eager to be entertained, inspired, or challenged by my story.
I almost froze, but the energy in the room was electric, but with anticipation hanging in the air like a palpable force, I moved ahead. As I began the performance, I sensed that the audience was fully behind me, hanging on my every word, note, and movement. It was this contagious collective excitement that drove me to deliver my best and fuel my creativity." We walked back to Rob's pub to celebrate.
Tell me if you if you want to know what happens next.