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Granada #4

After finish our afternoon fuck session the American bloke tells me he has date that night with the fit and muscle Spanish barman (who must not be rubbish fuck after all eh?) so he needs shower and get ready. So I do leave him and I go back to me hostel for siesta. It had been a long day, what with going to Alhambra Palace and Arabic baths and getting fucked that morning and that afternoon by the American bloke, so I am ready for siesta! But after I rest up a bit I am itching to go out again so I head for a couple beers and tapas and then, not sure where to head next, I do end up at tic tac bar again.

            Even though it is old crowd I have decided it is me favourite place in Granada just because it is reliable place. Just like before I soon make a new Spanish friend at the bar who does buy me one then another beer, and after drink them beers I do follow him to darkroom where we have a bit of a play and I suck his cock! He is ordinary looking Spanish man, maybe fifties and big build who you would pass in street without giving a single look, but once in darkroom you do just focus on cock innit! And even though it ain’t a huge meaty Spanish chorizo like you often find, it was still bigger than average and still a very nice mouthful! Anyway, he soon did cum in me mouth as I did suck him, then he was gone. So I did take a piss on me way back to bar, and I did check in mirror that I didn’t have no cum all over me face, and then I go back into bar.

It didn’t seem like I was in darkroom for a special long time, but when I do step back out into the bar it does seem to be more busy – but I then realize this is because a drag show has started and everyone did move positions so they are now all standing around stage. Anyhow, as I do step back out into the bar I do catch the eye of that drag queen, and she does look direct at me and say something in Spanish that does make everyone in bar laugh and also all turn their head to me! I do feel myself blush as this happens, and then she says some new joke and everyone laughs again. Then drag queen does speak direct to me, ask me do I not speak Spanish? And I say that no I don’t speak Spanish, and she says that is good thing! Then she carry on chatting away at hundred mile an hour in Spanish, with everyone in bar laughing real loud at every word she say, and I do get this hint that she is joking with everyone about me – but I don’t feel bad about that, in fact I feel a bit like a celebrity! One time she does a mime of giving a blowjob, which I must admit did make me blush a bit! But by now I got another beer to enjoy, and I am start getting drunk, so I just laugh along with everyone else – even though I have not got a clue what is being said.

Anyhow, by time the drag show is done I did polish off more beer so I need take another piss. While I am at urinal, I do notice that three or four blokes do pass through toilet on way into darkroom, so after finishing piss I do think I should have a look. Why not eh?

It is real small darkroom, so straight away I bump into a body in darkness, and then I bump into another. As I start get accustomed to dark I can see that one bloke does kneel down in front of another and even though I cannot see proper I guess that he must be sucking some cock. Next I feel a bloke who is standing nearest to me does take a step closer so we are so close we do almost touch. Less than minute later I do feel a hand on me crotch, and then I do feel another hand on me bum, and as one thing leads to next thing I do feel someone start unzip fly of me jeans. By now I have investigated them shadows in front of me and I have found a very nice rockhard cock sticking outta some blokes fly, and so I do kneel down and start suck on that! As well as suck, I do start wank that cock – which does almost make me chuckle because I realize I am doing exact same motions as that drag queen had mimed in her show!

As I get busy with job of sucking cock, I do feel that someone else has taken over the job of unzip fly of me jeans, and once they done unzipping me I do feel me jeans and underpants together getting peeled down. Once me jeans and underpants are down below me knees I feel that familiar feeling of a rockhard cockhead poke poke poke between me arsecheeks and tap tap tap against me sphincter, so while I do carry on job of sucking that tasty first cock I do also arch me back and spread me legs a bit, and next I do feel that second cock edge its way up into me arse. Silent and dark, I do carry on suck that first cock as that second cock does fuck me, gentle at first then increasing harder and faster and deeper and rougher, and then I can feel jolting and rocking action from behind and that’s how I know the second bloke is cumming. Then I feel him pull out, but fortunate the empty void that is me just fucked arse is quick to be filled by a third cock – who knew so many blokes could fit in tiny darkroom eh?! Like the one that went before, this cock also does fuck me gentle at first, and then gets more fast and rough as it gets close to cumming. And I reckon me mouth must have been keeping in sync with that third cock, cos now it does seem that the faster and harder I get fucked, the faster and harder I did suck that first cock! And soon I was sucking on that first cock so fast and so hard that nothing could stop it from shoot a big and creamy load down back of me throat! As he does cum in me mouth, the bloke I am sucking does suddenly break silence and makes a breathless groaning noise, and that is quick to be followed by the feeling that the third guy is now also cumming, shooting his load up into me arse as he does finish fuck me. And by now I have also cum allover – so that little darkroom at tic tac must have been a real mess by time I did leave! Sorry about that!!

And now me running total for Spain holiday is 8 x fucks, 3 x blowjobs

Granada

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Cologne post 3

Laying there naked on Martin’s bed, I have to say I was tempted to be lazy and stay there and have some more beers and maybe have another blowjob with Martin a bit later on. But I also figured that I should not be so lazy and instead I should try and make something of that one remaining night in Cologne – even if it was a Tuesday.

And so I decided that yes I would go out, but I also decided that I would persuade Martin to come out with me too. I have to say that Martin was very reluctant to go out! He said that he’d just had a nice blowjob off of me so why should he go out after that? But after a lot of persuasion Martin finally agreed.

Martin then spent ages showering and getting ready to go out. I did think about going back to me hotel to shower and change, but I ended up deciding just to freshen up a bit at Martin’s flat. After all, the clothes I’d worn that day had spent much of the day unworn on the floor!

We first went to a small restaurant for a dinner, and then to some of the gay bars that Martin had recommended to me earlier. But as he warned, today being a Tuesday they were all a bit quiet. But still it was nice to get out and see some of the bars in Cologne, and even though they weren’t at all busy they all still served beer! As it got later, Martin said he would take me to a cruise club as by now he knew for sure that I was on the lookout for some more sex.

Like the bars we’d gone to earlier, this place wasn’t really very busy – even though Martin had said that this was the most popular cruise club in Cologne. But I could for sure tell that he was right, that it would be a wild place to visit on a busy night, because it had a big darkroom with a maze and slings and a bathtub and all sorts of other bits and bobs – most of which I couldn’t even imagine what they were used for!

After another beer, Martin asked if there were any guys in here that I had me eye on. I had to say that there wasn’t anyone that I really liked all that much – well, except for one of the blokes behind the bar who was a nice looking muscle-daddy with shaved head and tribal tattoos and was wearing tight jeans and a leather waistcoat. And then I didn’t think much more about that, until a beer or two later when Martin leaned over to me and quietly told me to go to the darkroom because that barman that I fancied was about to go on a break and he and Martin had apparently spoke and it was all arranged!

I hadn’t even noticed Martin and that barman speak except for when Martin had asked for more beer – but I for sure didn’t ask questions, I just did as Martin had said and went to the darkroom. And sure enough, I had been in the darkroom for less than a minute when that barman walked in and straight away disappeared into the darkest corner.

I straight away followed him into the dark – and although it was far too dark to see anything, I wasn’t long in the dark before a hand reached out and stopped me and quickly touched me allover. After that quick and thorough groping, I felt a hand rest on me shoulder and push me down to me knees. Once I was down on me knees I could tell that there was a nice semi-hard cock somewhere right in front of me in the dark, and quick I felt around and found it and took it in me mouth and started to suck it. I have to assume that I was sucking the cock of that muscled barman, but to be honest it was far too dark in there to know for sure! Whoever it belonged to, it was for sure a tasty one and I for sure enjoyed sucking it! After a while I felt them hands reappear in the dark: this time they pulled me up to me feet, then them fingers undid the button and zip of me jeans then pulled me jeans and underpants right down and twisted me round. Next I felt a finger exploring the length of me arse crack, feeling around all over until it found me hole. Once it had found me hole, I felt the finger slide up and down me hole a couple times then that finger was removed and straight away replaced by a cock. I would have yelped as that cock slid up me in the dark – for it for sure felt bigger in me arse than it had felt in me mouth – but as this corner of the darkroom was real quiet as well as real dark I tried to stay real quiet too. As I stood there in all the dark, I could hear the guy breathing heavier and heavier behind me, and then I started to notice there were some other people about – not a lot, but for sure there were two or three others lurking nearby in the pitch black. This suspicion was confirmed when I felt another pair of hands start to touch and feel me, stroking me bum and tickling and tugging at me cock. Then I felt someone tug me teeshirt up, and then another pair of hands started to squeeze and twist at me nipples. All of this time, the first guy was still busy fucking me – but then he gasped and panted and shuddered and so I could tell he was cumming. But just as the first guys cock finished with fucking me and slipped outta me arse, I felt a bit of maneuvering going on behind me and then another cock slipped up me and a second guy started to fuck me just as hard and fast as the first guy had. By now it was getting hot and sweaty and sex smelling in there, and with all those mysterious hands and cocks touching and stroking and wanking and fucking me… well, I finally shot a massive load into the darkness, and then pulled up me pants and jeans and staggered around the darkroom a bit until I found me way back to the bar.

Back at the bar nothing at all was different! Martin was still sat on the same stool at the bar with a beer in front of him, all the barmen (including that muscle daddy in the leather waistcoat) were there serving customers and collecting empty bottles and glasses and stuff, and the customers who were there all seemed to be in the exact same spot as they had been before – and I still didn’t really fancy any of them! So I guess I’ll never really know for sure who were the two guys who had just fucked me, or who else had been there touching me! But it had turned out not to be a quiet Tuesday night in Cologne after all!

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Amsterdam post 14

For me last night in Amsterdam I said I’d go out with Henrick for a last dinner. He took me to a fancy Indonesian restaurant where they do a big special banquet type of meal with lots of courses, which is apparently a famous thing to do in Amsterdam. It was very nice, but also very expensive – so I was glad that Henrick was paying!

After dinner Henrick asked me what I wanted to do next, and so a bit cheekily I said I wanted him to take me to Cuckoo’s Nest for one last fuck.

He laughed and said “Just the one?” and then he paid the bill and we walked up along the canals to Cuckoo’s Nest. Even though we chatted about general stuff as we walked, I guess Henrick had been thinking of sex that whole walk there, because when we did get to Cuckoo’s Nest he never went to the bar or offered to buy me a beer (though it is true that I had already drunk a bit too much during dinner). No, he instead straight away took me to the darkroom and straight to a cubicle and there he unzipped and took out his cock which was already semi-hard. I straight away got down on me knees and started to suck his juicy cock as he gripped me head steady in his hands and slowly mouthfucked me.

He pumped me mouth with his cock for a good few minutes till it was real hard. He then withdrew his cock and started to slap me face with it. It was horny to feel Henrick’s saliva-wet cock slapping against me face but I also knew he was teasing me and tempting me with it! So I stood right up and turned round and pulled down me jeans and pants and bent right forward. Henrick pushed me teeshirt right up so me back was as bare as me arse, and then it was his turn to get down on his knees and start to rim and tongue me hole. This last time he was much more rough with me arse, really pulling me cheeks wide apart with his hands so that me hole was wide enough to get his tongue right up as deep as he could. I loved the feeling of his tongue and I loved the feeling of his scratchy goatie, too, and so soon after that greedy rimming me hole was ready for one finger, then two fingers, then Henrick’s nice juicy wet cock. He fucked me properly hard as I squatted there in that cubicle, really pumping and pumping his cock in and out of me arse for ages till his whole body started to twitch and shake so I knew he was cumming. As soon as he started to cum, I started to push me arse up and down on his cock even more to properly milk every last drop of Henrick’s cum. As soon as he’d done with fucking me, Henrick said he’d see me back at the bar and then he left the cubicle – leaving the door to the cubicle wide open. 

It would have been perfect if Ury and Jonas and that American and the skinhead and the leather guy with the cock piercing and the Venezuelan boy and all them others had all been there in the darkroom too. Instead it was a hairy beefy bloke in a jockstrap and leather chaps who hovered outside that open cubicle door, and straight after I met his gaze he came in and closed the door and slid his cock straight up me still-lubed arse and I stayed bent over in that squat position to enjoy this next good hard fucking. And with that fuck done it was time to say goodbye to Cuckoo’s Nest and Amsterdam.


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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 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 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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