Amsterdam post 10

When I was there at the bar in Cuckoo’s Nest, seeing if the gayromeo.com guy who’d just fucked me was still there, I spotted that muscly 49-year old American guy I’d met on the night of the World Cup Final party. In fact I’d spotted him earlier: he’d also been in the Cuckoo’s Nest darkroom earlier, on his knees sucking some cock.

So I went over to him and said “hi” and we got chatting and he bought me a beer. I found out that tonight was his last night in Amsterdam, and he had an early flight home the next morning. I was about to ask what he planned to do with his last night in Amsterdam when a skinhead-type guy came over. He was in Adidas trackie bottoms and a sports top that showed off his tattooed arms, and I recognized him straight away as the guy this American had been sucking in the darkroom. The skinhead guy reclaimed a half-drunk beer from the bar, so I realized he had got there first! The American guy started to introduce us, and then realized that he didn’t remember either of our names, which was quite funny! Anyway, we all continued to chat and the American guy bought a couple more rounds of beer for all of us so I stayed and drank with them even though it was obvious that they were soon going to go off together for a fuck because the American guy kept on touching and stroking the Dutch skinhead guys cock which I could see was a nice size and semi-hard inside his trackies.

So when the American said they were going to go back to his hotel, and asked if I’d like to go back with them, well I couldn’t say “no” could I? So that’s how I ended up back in the American guys room at the Crowne Plaza Hotel.

Just like last time, the American guy straight away disappeared into the bathroom, and so me and the skinhead guy both stripped naked. The skinhead was slim and pale and he had lots of tattoos on his arms, chest and legs which was sexy! He also had a fat hung cock which looked even bigger compared with his skinny body. By the time the American came out of the bathroom, his big gym-fit body once again wrapped in just a towel, me and the skinhead were already buzzing on poppers and I was on allfours on the bed with the skinheads cock in me mouth.

The American straight away dropped his towel and knelt down and started to rim me arse. He had stubble on his chin just like last time, and like last time the tickly scratchiness of the stubble felt real horny rubbing against me arsecheeks. After giving me a good deep rimming he stood up and slowly slid his hard cock into me arse. Even though I’d been fucked just an hour earlier, I still gasped a bit as his cock first entered me – well, I would have gasped had me mouth not been full of the skinhead cock!

So the American fucked me arse as the skinhead fucked me mouth, but then the skinhead withdrew his cock from me mouth and went to the back of the queue and he started to fuck the American! I knew they were fucking because the American guy did yelp quite loud when the skinhead first pushed his big cock in, and for a while the American guy did loose his rhythm of fucking me. But soon the American was pumping away at me arse while the skinhead fucked him.

Soon after it was my turn to yelp out loud as the skinhead next pushed his cock up me arse. Even though it was me third cock of the night, it still hurt at first! But the American handed me poppers, so after a couple good sniffs I was feeling nicely trashed and loving that skinheads big fat cock in me – so much that I was a bit disappointed when the skinhead pulled his cock out of me and went back to fucking the American. The American guy must have noticed this, because he opened the bedside drawer and took out a vibrating dildo (nothing too huge I should say!). He handed this to the skinhead guy and said: “put this in his ass to keep him happy” and although the dildo wasn’t as big or as juicy as the skinheads cock it for sure did the job and kept me buzzing until the skinhead replaced the dildo with his cock again.

With the dildo now up the American guys arse, the skinhead fucked me hard as I knelt over the American – and he fucked me so hard that I soon shot a massive load all over the American guys manly pecs and chest. Next the American was fucked hard so that he also came all over his chest. Finally, me and the American knelt down side by side so we could both suck the skinheads cock till it exploded and showered cum all over us both!

After all that sex, the skinhead guy went over to his pile of clothes and dug around a bit in his pockets until he found a joint, and we all three of us lay back naked and cum splattered on the bed and had a smoke.


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Amsterdam post 9

As Ury was due to have another houseguest come and stay, a Danish boy he had met via something like couchsurfer.com (“will he get a big joint, a blowjob, and a big black cock too?” I asked, laughing. “You naughty boy! No, he’s straight!” Ury had said with a wink) I went to stay with another Silverdaddie.com contact the next day. Unfortunately this didn’t work out as well as with the other guys I’d met so far. For although we had a nice enough night, he only would let me stay longer if I was willing to stay just with him and not go out. As I wanted to make the most of me last weekend in Amsterdam, the next day I decided to go back to staying at a hostel.

As it was the weekend, and it was at short notice, all the hostel beds I could find were expensive! They could also only be booked for a minimum of three nights. But I found one that was right in the Red Light District near to all me favourite places like Cuckoo’s Nest and The Web. It also had a couple of PCs and free high speed internet, so after paying in advance for three nights, I then went online to check emails and have a cruise about.

Although it’s generally not me favourite site back at home in England, gayromeo.com seems to be the best one here in Amsterdam for connecting with all sorts of guys (it also looks to be the best one for when I’m travelling onto other places like Cologne and Paris too). I’d updated me profile location to show that I was currently in Amsterdam, so I had a few messages from Dutch guys waiting for me when I logged in, and when I was logged in even more new messages from other online users in Amsterdam started to come in.

One real tall and quite fit looking guy messaged me to ask to see nude photos so I messaged him them back. He messaged me again to say that I had a nice little cock with nice eggs and did I like them to be hurt? I asked what he meant. He said that he liked a boy to be on allfours with his cock hanging free, and then he liked to wank the boys cock with one hand and gently slap the boys balls with his other hand till the boys cock and balls were both juicy and swollen. 

I asked if he’d then fuck me too. 

“You’re too slutty for my cock” he said “but I would use other things.” 

You mean toys? I asked.

“Yes but also more slutty things like a bottle or a candle.”

Chatting to him like this was certainly horny, and although they were things I’d never tried (and to be honest not sure whether I was ready!), I was getting turned on by all these wild ideas so next I asked whereabouts in Amsterdam he was. Unfortunately he was a 30-minute train ride out of Amsterdam Centraal Station – my twitching cock and arse couldn’t wait that long!

Lucky for me he wasn’t the only guy on gayromeo.com that I was exchanging messaging with. Another guy I was exchanging messages with was a fit and quite good looking 44-year old top-only guy with shaved short hair and a meaty looking 18cm cock. It turned out that he was currently at work real close to me and he was due to finish work soon. He asked if I like to meet him after work, and I said I would. He said that he didn’t live alone so could he come to me hotel? I said I was in a dorm room in a hostel and so he couldn’t come back here! But we continued to message each other, and I did like the look of his body and cock, and so I asked if he’d like to meet me for a beer and maybe a fuck in the darkroom at Cuckoo’s Nest – and he agreed and said that he’d be there in twenty minutes.

When I got to Cuckoo’s Nest he was already there and he gave me a nod as I arrived. We went to the bar and he bought me a beer. As he’d just finished work he was wearing a striped shirt and black work-type trousers – so more formal than most other guys there.

As we chatted and drank our beers he first put his hand on me leg and a few minutes later up to me crotch and he gave me cock a little squeeze. I felt me cock stiffen – and I guess he felt it too, because he right away said we should go to the darkroom. So I gulped down the rest of me beer and followed him to the darkroom.    
        It was pretty busy in the darkroom – I guess he wasn’t the only one to have gone to Cuckoo’s Nest straight after work! He lead me over to a dark corner where he straight away pushed me to me knees and then unzipped his fly and took out his fat semi-hard cock. I right away leaned forward and started to suck it.

As I kneel there sucking him, I saw there were several other guys in this dark corner also kneeling and sucking cock, and others stood and watched. Soon there were some guys standing real close to us. One guy even unzipped his jeans and took his hard cock out and pushed it towards me mouth. I was about to open me mouth wider so I could suck both cocks together, but my guy waved this new guy and all the other guys away, then pulled me up to me feet and led me to a cubicle.

Once in the cubicle he called me a little slut and told me to take off me shorts and underpants. I quickly did as he said, then bent over so he could fuck me. As he slid his cock up in me he continued to whisper dirty words, saying I got a greedy little pussy and asking if I liked his big cock up me. 

It was sweaty and hot in the darkroom. As he fucked me, some of the guys in neighboring cubicles pushed their hard cocks through the peepholes. I would usually suck or wank these other cocks, but this time I didn’t because I remembered that my guy had pushed all other guys away earlier, so I figured he didn’t want company! As he fucked me harder, I saw that one guy in the next cubicle was watching us through a peephole and was wanking himself harder and harder, then suddenly he came and some of his cum shot onto my face and shoulder. As I was splashed by that strangers cum, my guy called out that I was a little slut and then fucked me arse so hard so I knew he was cumming as well. So I pumped me arse up and down onto that meaty cock of his until I came too.
       Once he’d zipped his cock back into his trousers, he gave me arse a little slap and left the cubicle. By the time I’d wiped myself down and put me underpants and shorts back on and got back to the bar, my gayromeo.com date had already left the Cuckoo’s Nest.

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Amsterdam post 6

As it was me last day staying at Henrick’s, I planned to give him a surprise when he got home from work. I had only the one pair of sexy underwear: an aussieBum jockstrap that a bloke back in London had bought for me once. So I planned to put it on for Henrick. Unfortunately before I could put on that jockstrap, Henrick surprised me by getting back home early than I expected, and so I was still a bit stoned from a smoke I just had and I was snoozing on the sofa when he came in. Anyway, Henrick had another surprise for me: he’d got this shiny black PVC underwear for me to wear for him, so I straight away try them on.

As I modeled in them, Henrick took a few photos with his camera. Once I’d posed in a few positions, giggling a bit but also starting to feel a bit sexy, Henrick told me to get on allfours on his bed. This was because the PVC underpants he had bought had a rear zip that ran from the waistband down. When I was on allfours, Henrick unzipped the zip all the way down and I spread me legs wide while he took more photos. He then told me to spread me arsecheeks wide apart and as I did I heard the click and click of the camera then I felt Henrick’s finger push its way into me hole.

He soon after put the camera aside and then he pulled out his finger and replaced it with his tongue. As being on allfours being rimmed deep like this is one of me favourite things in sex, I pulled me arsecheeks wider open so Henrick could get his tongue right up. Soon my hole was hot and wet enough for two fingers, and so Henrick obliged and started to give me a good deep fingerfucking. As his fingers slide back and forward in and out of me hole, I could feel me cock twitching and me balls swelling inside them little PVC pants. Henrick’s own cock and balls had also been twitching and swelling as well, because he now unzipped his trousers and took out his hard cock which I then took in me mouth and started to suck. Not long after that, Henrick opened his bedside drawer and took out some lube and squirted it up into me hole. No sooner had I felt the coldness of the lube, I felt the hot fat head of Henrick’s cock push through the open ziphole and up into me hole. As I was a bit stoned still and as I’d been fucked in darkroom of The Web just a few hours before by that guy with the pierced cock, Henrick’s cock slipped inside me pretty easily and I was able to kneel on his bed on allfours while he fucked me hard – so hard that I shot a hot and sticky load of cum right inside them PVC pants, and from then I gasped and groaned as Henrick continued with fucking me until he came in me arse. What with all that cum and lube, them new pvc underwear were now already dirty - but Henrick still had me keep em on for the whole rest of that night.


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Amsterdam post 5

As well as partying, I have been finding time to do sightseeing and stuff in Amsterdam – assuming I get out of bed in time of course! Henrick said he had a bike I could borrow, and although I love riding me own bike at home in England, here I worry that I might go out on Henrick’s bike then forget where I left it! It’s just that there are hundreds and hundreds of bikes all over Amsterdam chained to anything and everything, so it would be easy for forget where yours was. And as you can legally buy and smoke marijuana in some Amsterdam coffee shops – well that can make you even more forgetful!

So for the first few days I would turn down Henrick’s offer of a bike and I would take a tram from his place into the city centre. But as I got used to Amsterdam, I figured if I left the bike someplace real obvious then I’d never ever forget where it was. The first gay bar in Amsterdam to get busy seemed to be The Web, which would often be buzzing as early as 3pm, so I started to cycle in and leave the bike chained up near there – I would then go do tourist stuff and after check out The Web before I cycle back to Henrick’s.

Most afternoons when I’d go to The Web there was one bloke who I would always look out for. He was tall with a fit body, a couple tattoos, short shaved grey hair and a goatie beard. He regularly wore leather body harness and lace-up boots and not much else – so his cock was usually on show! I could see its tip was pierced with a thick hoop, making it even more eye-catching. One time he was wearing shorts, but they were made of black mesh so his cock was still visible. I have to say that it was hard not to stare at his cock – but I reckon he enjoyed the attention he got. I had followed him into the darkroom a couple times, but when in there I would never see him – I guess I wasn’t the only one at The Web who had me eye on him!

One day I’d gone to the Van Gogh Museum, and after I walked back to the bike, stopping on the way at a coffee shop for a little smoke, and then I popped in The Web for a beer and a snoop around. The guy with the pierced cock was also there having a beer at the bar. It was a hot day so I drunk me beer quick and thirstily and then had gone toilet. When I got back to the bar the man with the pierced cock was not there any more, so I decided to go into the darkroom to see if that’s where he’d gone. So I went into the darkroom and I found that today was my lucky day! The man with the pierced cock was in there, and he also gave me a look. I should say that I’d made eye contact with him before: sometimes I’d be at the bar ordering me beer, and if I caught his eye I would give him a little nod to say “cheers” and he’d do the same. But this time his look wasn’t saying “cheers” it was saying “follow me!” so I followed him into a cubicle. Once in, he closed the door and I bent down and started to suck the cock that I’d been eyeing up so much!

I never sucked a pierced cock before so I was careful at first, sucking him deep but cautious. His piercing would jangle on me teeth, and it felt cold and hard when it hit the back of me throat. I also enjoyed just licking the cold metal piercing with just the tip of me tongue, then licking his hot wet cockhead – this made his cock stiffen even more, so I guess he enjoyed that as much as I did!

Once his cock had swelled up to its full size I stood up and turned round and pulled down me shorts and pants. As I bent down to step outta them he gave me arse a playful slap and said something in Dutch, then he tore open a packet of lube and pushed a generous fingerful of it right up me hole and then spread the rest of it along his cock. I felt me hole twinge as he slid his pierced cockhead in me, but I tried not to yelp and let him push it slowly all the way in. 

I never been fucked by a pierced cock before either, and I have to say that the piercing felt more noticeable when it was in me mouth rather than in me arse, but I still enjoyed that pierced cock fucking me in the darkroom at The Web – so much that I shot me load pretty quick! But that didn’t stop him from continuing to fuck me hard, slapping me arse now and then, until he had also cum. He gave me bum a little squeeze and said something to me in Dutch again, then left. I put me pants and shorts back on and then I left too, and went to reclaim the bike then cycled back to Henrick’s. It wasn’t the most comfortable cycle ride I ever did – for not only had that fucking left me arse a bit sore, but also I found out that in me hurry to get dressed I’d put me pants back on the wrong way round! Maybe that why the man with the pierced cock didn’t ever seem to wear any!

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Amsterdam post 4

After the defeat of The Netherlands in the World Cup final, the atmosphere at the party got a bit deflated. Up until the moment that Spain scored the winning goal, there’d been lots of hopeful chatter on where to go next to continue the celebrations, but now that The Netherlands were defeated, most guests were in the mood for home. Even Henrick, who’d been buzzing earlier with the idea that the darkrooms of Amsterdam would be a football-kitted orgy if The Netherlands won, was also ready for home. But I wasn’t! It was at that moment that I wished my travels had got me to Spain by now – because, wow, what a wild party they must be having in Spain right now!

Henrick was a bit sulky when I said I wasn’t going to go home with him. He warned me that everywhere would be quiet now – and I have to admit that he was right. I did a tour of me usual haunts, and they all were much quieter than theyd ever been. I still had a beer in each one, and I soon found myself staggering along the narrow streets off of Warmoesstraat, a bit drunk and looking for some sort of adventure.

Passing the Adonis cinema, I paused and looked at the window display – a mix of gay porn and sex toys underneath a red neon sign that said GAY CINEMA SHOP. Then I spotted a reflection in the glass window of someone behind me, and I heard someone ask me if I knew what I wanted.

I turned around and this tall and beefy guy with short blond hair was standing beside me. I knew him from the party and remembered that he was an American. I guess I looked puzzled because he asked me the same question again and then added: “Are you wanting a porn dvd or a dildo?”

I laughed and said neither!

“Well if you change your mind, I have both at my hotel!” he said, winking, before striding off.

So I had to follow him, didn’t I?

He was staying at the Crowne Plaza Hotel which was a ten minute walk from where we were. We chatted as we walked for the first few minutes, but when we were at the top of the road near Amsterdam Centraal Station he paused and we started to snog. As we snogged deeply, with our tongues in each others mouths, he put his hand down the front of me jeans and started to squeeze me cock. We went to his hotel and went up to his room pretty quickly after that!

When in his room, he disappeared into the bathroom after telling me to make myself comfortable, so I stripped to me underpants and sat on the end of the bed. When he came out of the bathroom he was wearing just a towel, and his body was nice and gym-toned without being too perfect but with big juicy pecs - I could hardly believe him when he told me later he was nearly fifty!

He told me to take off me underpants, so I stood up from the bed and quickly stepped out of them, and as we stood there we started to snog again. As we snogged I tugged and loosened his towel and it fell to the floor and his stiff cut dick sprang forward, so I grabbed hold of it in me fist and started to stroke and wank it. He pushed me back onto the bed flat and climbed up on top of me in a position almost as if he was about to do pushups, and then he started to fuck me mouth with his cut cock. We rolled around a bit on the bed, changing positions so he could suck me cock when I was sucking his, then I ended up on top of him with me arsecheeks on his face and his tongue in me crack. He had a bit of stubble growing on his jaw, and the scratchiness of that felt real good as I rubbed my arse against his face. I spread me arse cheeks so he could get his tongue up me nice and deep. He then flipped me over again so we were laying side-by-side, and he lubed up his cock and my arse and slid his cock into me, slowly at first (as I yelped a bit as he entered me hole), and then harder once I got his cock fully up into me. Finally, with his cock still inside me, we rolled over again so he was lying on top of me, and he fucked me and fucked me as if he was doing another fifty pushups till we both came.

I slept in late the next morning and left the hotel after having some breakfast. After we said goodbye I realized that there hadn’t been a porn dvd or a dildo as promised – but as he’d given me his email address, maybe next time?

Amsterdam post 3

It was the day of the World Cup final and The Netherlands would play Spain so all of Amsterdam was buzzing with excitement – and was full of sexy blokes in bright orange Netherlands football strip! Because of this, I suggested to Henrick that he buy me a Netherlands strip for me to wear out to Cuckoo’s Nest that night. But Henrick told me that we wouldn’t be going to Cuckoo’s Nest or to any other gay bar that night – because he’d been invited to watch the match at a friends house. It would be a party, and so he wanted me to go too. As Henrick had taken me out to the bars every night since I’d come to stay with him, I agreed. Anyway, even though I’m not a football fan, it seemed like a fun thing to do!

The party was in one of the grand old houses on a canal, but once inside it was surprisingly modern: all white plastered walls with big black and white photos in frames, and modern black leather sofas. There was a massive flat screen TV on one wall, and some of the other guests had started to gather round it. The owner of the house was still handsome looking Dutch man in his sixties and his Malaysian boyfriend. There were probably about fifty other guests – all men, and so I figured all gay.

The next room had been laid out with lots of drinks like a bar. I suppose it was normally the dining room, and the big dining table was laid out with football teeshirts, flags, scarves, whistles, and hats so those who hadn’t dressed up (some had – some hadn’t) could still join in!

With the match about to start I said to Henrick that we should go back into the room with the TV to get a good spot, but he told me to wait a minute.

That’s when our host blew a whistle and suddenly two boys entered the room, one wearing Netherlands strip and the other wearing Spain strip. As the other guests gathered round, the two boys began to kiss each other and grab at each others crotches – and soon both their cocks were stiff and tenting their footie shorts! Next they helped each other out of their footie tops then started to tug and suck each others nipples. The Spanish boy then bent down to his knees and grabbed the Dutch boys cock and proceeded to wank and suck it through his shorts. The more he sucked, the wetter the shorts became – and you could start to see the outline of the Dutch boys cockhead. It looked nice and big, but the Spanish boy didn’t keep the audience guessing about its size for too long – as he soon pulled down the Dutch boys shorts and a huge thick cock sprung up outta the shorts and hit him in the face!

After some more energetic sucking, the Spanish boy stood up and stepped outta his own footie shorts and revealed a nice pair of hairy legs crowned by stiff cock that was almost as big as the Dutch boys cock.

With both of them now standing there naked except for their footie socks and trainers, the Dutch boy gave the Spanish boys stiff cock a few strokes, but he was plainly more interested in the Spanish boys arse! We all knew this because the Spanish boy was quickly turned around and the Dutch boy started to tongue then fuck him. The Spanish boy gasped and squirmed a bit as the Dutch boys hefty dick first entered him, but he continued to squat and thrust out his arsecheeks as the Dutch boy pumped and pumped him. With the Dutch boy banging the Spanish boy’s arse so hard, it wasn’t long before the Dutch boy withdrew his cock and shot a spray of cum allover the Spanish boy’s arse and back! The Spanish boy quickly followed and shot his own load – just in time for the World Cup kickoff!

It was for sure time for another beer after that! As I gulped it down, Henrick told me that our host often had house parties like this one – always with some kind of sexy entertainment like naked waiters or some kind of sex show. Henrick then asked me if I was a football fan, and when I said that I wasn’t really, he said that there was something I should see downstairs.

Down from the kitchen was another big room that I guess was used as a games room: there was a pool table and other bits and pieces at one end. But it was the other end of the room that tonight was drawing a crowd. For here were two new boys, again one wearing just Netherlands footie socks and the other wearing just Spanish footie socks, but this time both were in a sling with their arses exposed for fucking!

Henrick wanted to join the queue to fuck the Spanish boy, and so I wandered back upstairs to cruise some of the other guys and watch some of the match. I’d regularly wander back downstairs to check on progress – but I didn’t really need to because someone must have been there keeping score, because everyone seemed to know how many times the Spanish boy was being fucked v the Dutch boy! I have to say that the Spanish boy was very cute, smooth, and with a decent size cock that seemed to remain rockhard throughout! But I also have to say that he looked pretty trashed! (Someone told me that they were both rentboys, and that the Spanish one was in fact Brazilian, and the Dutch one was in fact Czech.)

The World Cup final match was still 0-0 and had gone into extra time when Henrick told me that the Spanish boy was in the lead downstairs, having taken a whopping 15 cocks during the match, as opposed to the Dutch one who’d so far taken 11. “Doesn’t that mean that Spain win, so they might win the football too?” I asked Henrick and the group of guys we were with. “No!” replied Henrick. “It means the Dutch have properly fucked the Spanish!”

A few minutes later and Spain scored a goal, and went on to win the World Cup final. That octopus in Germany had predicted that Spain would win – and I guess that I was right: the Spanish/Brazilian boys arse had predicted it too!!

Amsterdam post 2

       Although Henrick had said I could stay at his to save me some €uros, I’d still paid in advance for more nights at me hostel – and as Henrick lived a tram ride out of the centre, and as the hostel was right in the centre a 10 minute walk from Cuckoo’s Nest…. well I figured I’d stay there for all them nights I’d paid in advance for. This means I partied a bit too hard at Cuckoo’s Nest and other similar places like The Web, and so this one night I was contemplating whether to have a night off. Especially as I’d been in Cuckoo’s Nest earlier that afternoon (I think it opens from 1pm to 1am!), and especially as there seemed to be just one other guy in my hostel dormitory that night, so I might even get some sleep!

       But after a while I soon realised that I wouldn’t get much sleep because the other guy was complaining to me about the hostel, saying that he didn’t understand why his girlfriend wasn’t allowed to be in the same dorm room as him (so I don’t have to lay here and listen to you fuck her, mebbe? LOL!). He and his girlfriend had apparently been hanging out at one of the coffeeshops in Amsterdam where it’s legal to smoke dope and so he was pretty stoned – which seemed to mean that he was wanting to chatter away, and he was showing no signs of wanting to go to sleep anytime soon.
       So it was coming up to 11:30pm and I was about to have second thoughts about me decision not to go back to Cuckoo’s Nest, when this guy started to touch his crotch and suddenly asked me if I’d like to suck him off!

I’d already learned lots of stuff like he was nineteen and he and his girlfriend were from Venezuela and were backpacking all round Europe. We were both in just our underwear, his a small pair of stripy blue and grey briefs that I now noticed were just about holding down his hardon. I was about to learn more about him too: I was about to learn that he had a nice long shiny dark cock and tight balls and jet black pubic hair – and that his cock leaked loads and loads of sticky precum as it got sucked. 

As I kneeled on the floor busily sucking him, he leaned forward from where he was sat on his bed and pushed a finger up into my arsehole. A couple minutes later, and we’d switched positions so now I was naked and kneeling on his bed, and he’d stepped out of his briefs completely (but he still had on his short dark blue socks) and he was fucking me hard from behind. A few minutes later, he grabbed me by me ankles and flipped me over onto me back and, holding me ankles up and apart in the air, he pushed his cock back deep into me arse and carried on fucking me. A few minutes later and I’d cum all the way down me chest and he came in me arse. Looking at the time I saw it was about 11:40pm, and not only had it all been very quick, but also he was now fast asleep on his bed. I wondered whether to try and get into his narrow single bed beside him, or into my own… and then I decided to quickly get dressed and go back to Cuckoo’s Nest after all!

And so not long after midnight I was in the darkroom of Cuckoo Nest sucking the dick of a Dutch guy whose name I later found out was Aart. We then went back to his flat and I spent some time on allfours on his massive double bed watching gay porn while he fucked me. If I think about it, I’d say Aart was maybe fifty, quite fit looking, and his thick dick was kept rockhard by a big metal cockring so he was able to fuck me for a whole lot longer than the Venezuelan roommate had done. But as he pounded my arse, and I watched the porn video of them lads sucking and fucking each other, I found myself thinking about the Venezuelan. For although I don’t normally go for guys around me age, I had enjoyed the way he’d fucked me so fast and hard without any waste of time – and I think I was thinking about that when I came with Aart’s cock in me.

After I'd cum, Aart lay back on the bed and carried on watching the porn and me as I sucked his cock, licking his cockhead and taking his thick shaft as deep into me throat as I could manage, and squeezing and tugging at his balls till he came in me mouth

When I got back to the hostel later the next day, the Venezuelan had gone and in his place were two Swiss boys – and although they were both alright looking, I knew it was time to get my bits together and go over to stay with Henrick.

Amsterdam post 1

When I’d been doing me research on Amsterdam, I’d found that accommodation wasn’t cheap – that even hostels can cost up to €50 per night to stay in a dorm room with up to six single bunkbeds! So unless I was very lucky and found a dorm with very friendly bedmates, my stash of €uros was gonna get more used than me in Amsterdam!! Fortunately while I was doing me research I also found that while chatting to local Dutch blokes on sites like silverdaddies.com that a lot said I was very welcome to stay with them if I liked. Although no one really said it straight away, the deal was obviously that I’d stay with them in their bed – but that seemed a fair enuff exchange, especially as some of them Dutch daddies looked pretty hot! What I didn’t want though was to end up being stuck with just the one bloke instead of being able to have a lot of fun to do what I wanted in Amsterdam.

It might make me seem a bit cynical, but I sorta accidentally figured out a little scheme to separate which ones were gonna be fun dads to stay with, and which ones would send me to bed early every night!! When I was asking em questions in silverdaddies.com chat about which were the best bars to go to meet other guys, and whether there were any good places near Amsterdam where guys would go to sunbathe nude, I got all sorts of advice and answers. The kind of answer I liked best was generally something like: “Cuckoo’s Nest is a nice place for you. There is a darkroom where you’ll find lots of cock. If you like I can take you there.” That sorta dad got a big tick YES from me!

       I should say that I didn’t hook up with a dad off of Silverdaddies.com straight away – no, I booked myself into a hostel for the first few nights, and then sent emails/txts to some of the guys I’d spoken online to.

       That’s how I came to meet Henrick. I’d been in Amsterdam a couple of days already when I arranged to meet him. We’d struggled to come up with a good place to meet, so we ended up agreeing to meet each other by a particular tramstop in front of the big Centraal Station. I’d seen pictures of him in swimming trunks, so I knew he was in his fifties, had a nice stocky body, big arms, a bit of a belly, shaved short grey hair, and a grey goatie beard – all very nice! I’d also seen photos of his meaty hard cock – and very nice that was too! He’d also seen photos of me, so we recognized each other straight away.

       After a bit of an awkward chat, he asked me if I wanted to get a beer with him, and I said yes. I think we were both relieved by that! So I followed him away from the station towards the Red Light District and we went into a small bar on one of the main streets there.

       We had a couple beers and chatted a lot and then Henrick asked me if I remembered all of our chats on Silverdaddies.com and I said that I did remember. Next he asked me if I still wanted to do all those things we had chatted about and I said yes that I still did. And that’s when he took me to a gay place just nearby called Cuckoo’s Nest.

       I have to admit that I’d been into Cuckoo’s Nest another night already – but I had been too shy to explore properly and had just stayed for one beer. This time, after a beer at the bar Henrick took me to the darkroom. It was very big and very dark! Though it was better once your eyes got a bit used to the dark, and I could tell that it did go on for a long way, and it was pretty busy! Once properly in the darkroom Henrick put his hand onto me back and told me to stay close to him and he’d show me around. As we set off on this tour, he slipped that hand down inside the back of me jeans and pants, and so I wriggled around just enough to help him get his hand the whole way down inside, which made me feel nice and sexy. I then reached over to his crotch and gave it a squeeze, just like he was squeezing me arse. His cock felt nice and thick and was getting stiffer - so I gave it another squeeze. He looked at me and smiled and whispered that he’d take me someplace and fuck me in a minute, but first a tour.

       I now know there are all sorts of things down there – but for this first time the tour didn’t last very long because we passed an open cubicle and that’s where this first tour ended up. Once inside the cubicle, and with Henrick closing the door behind us, he pushed me down to me knees and took out his cock and I straight away started to suck it. With his hands on the back of me head, and his cock ramming in all the way to the back of me throat, I knew for sure that his cock was as big and juicy as it had looked in those photos he had emailed!

       After sucking and swallowing and nearly chocking on his cock, he pulled me up and turned me round and pulled down me jeans and underpants and then he started to work on my arse with his tongue then his finger, really working me hole deeply and getting it wet – which is exactly how I’d said I liked to have me arse played with when we’d chatted online!

       It was then that I noticed the holes in the cubicle walls that opened into all the neighboring cubicles. And there were eyes peering through them holes, and hard cocks poking through others. Now I’d seen some porn videos with scenes like this – in fact there’d been a video just like this playing in one of the bars only last night! So I knew that I should lean forward and start to suck some of those cocks and stroke and wank the others. As I filled me mouth with all them strangers cocks, moving me mouth from one to another, I felt Henrick withdraw his fingers from me arse and then I felt the top of his rockhard cock pressing against me hole. And so I took a break from sucking cock just long enough to gasp a bit as Henrick’s lubed cock slipped slowly up me, and then another break to gasp again as he rammed it all the way in. As he fucked me I got back on with the job of sucking cock and tasting salty precum of the various strangers who were pushing their dicks through the holes in the walls towards me. When Henrick started to fuck me even harder and faster I knew for sure he was about to cum, so I tried to open me legs even wider. Once he had cum, we started to kiss. As we kissed he slipped one of his fingers back up into me lubed and just-fucked hole and he also started slowly wanking me cock. He then nudged open the cubicle door and we both saw that another guy was standing just outside – a well built guy, probably a little bit younger and a bit more muscled than Henrick. And so Henrick asked me if I wanted him to finish me off, or let another guy have a turn. I said another, so Henrick winked and said I should find him back at the bar when I was done, as I’d for sure need another beer by then!

       And so Henrick stepped out of the cubicle and this new guy made eye contact with me then stepped in and closed the door – and I got on me knees and it all started again!

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First entry: London to Amsterdam, July 2010

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