In Holland it is against the law to sweat

Nice little Dutch escapade

During the short time I lived in Paris I thought it would be nice to go to Amsterdam for the weekend and just go to the baths and whore around a little. I arrived by train and out of the train station I thought I could walk what I underestimated to be a few blocks. I had just a carry-on bag which could be rolled but the few blocks I had seen on the map turned out to be over a mile away. I got to the bed and breakfast and somehow they had bungled my reservations and all the rooms were occupied. The guy in the front desk was kind enough to call around and was able to find me a room. He was very nice and very cute and he said that it wasn’t too far.

I got the directions all wrong and got lost. That is when I stopped at a café to look at the map and have some coffee and where I met my first Dutch cutie. He was sitting at a table next to me and kept looking at his watch. After about 15 minutes I noticed that he just nodded his head in disappointment and looked at me. He had me pegged right away because he addressed me in English: “I think I have been stood up”

Me- “That’s a bummer, would you like to come and sit with me here?”

He came over and sat down. We then ordered some little snack sandwiches that were exorbitantly expensive and he was just looking at me from across the table. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was coming on to me. There was a little bit of a smirk, a hint of a smile, malicious and seductive and the guy was cute as hell.

I too began to look at him with lust and wondered what he looked like without clothes, would he be a bottom or a top? Did he have a big dick? For sure it would be uncut…and how about his armpits? I knew he would not be wearing a deodorant because sweating is prohibited by law in Holland. It was cold enough outside that you didn’t need to sweat anyhow; besides, sweating is way overrated.

His name was Klaas and he was 23 years old, a last year student of medicine and he was from Rotterdam. I told him that I had gotten lost and that is when I decided to stop and have some coffee and look at my map. He looked at my address and he said he recognized the hostel. It was a gay establishment and he had been there several times. He offered to guide me there.

Now, since he knew it was a gay establishment and he had been there several times there was no need for further exploration as to whether he was gay or not. My task now was to find out if he was attracted enough to go to bed with me.

We left the café and sure enough, we walked to the right in the opposite direction I was heading and if it had not been for him I would have been lost again. Amsterdam is not a big city but it is complicated as hell and all the streets have names so there is no rhyme or reason for anybody to get oriented. You just had to either live in the city or explored it extensively before you even understood it as a familiar place.

We arrived at the little hostel and Klaas said he would wait for me to take my things up to the room because he wanted to show me the city. I then asked him to accompany me to my room and it was on a 5^th floor, no elevator and with a dormer window that had no view whatsoever. But what did I care? I was just going to use the room for sleeping and perhaps a stray cat I would be picking up.

The long climb up the stairs was enough to not make you want to come back down unless it was absolutely necessary. Once we reached my room, Klaas grabbed me and kissed me. The taste of the coffee and the cigarettes was not pleasant but he was turning me on and I am sure I tasted the same way he did.

We started to shed our clothes and Klaas was left in his undies and me in my jeans. My cock was suffering, constricted and dying to be set free. But I started to go down on Klaas because this one had an uncut dick that was absolutely juicy and beautiful.

When I freed my cock from its prison, it just popped out and hit my belly. Klaas was not prepared for the size of my eleven inch dick. He did the usual raising of the eyebrows and the dropping of the jaw. Some reaction that I had experienced many times before. I did reassure him that even though it was big, I was very gentle and that if he didn’t want it up his ass, I wasn’t going to force the issue, that is if he thought he couldn’t handle it.

You know what? That is the perfect set up because it then becomes a challenge for any bottom to get that big dick up their ass and they feel so accomplished when they can take it. That is when his legs went up in the air and he was urging me to fuck him.

As with anything else, patience and perseverance pays off. There is a Spanish saying: “Con paciencia y vaselina se la metió el elefante a la hormiga” (with patience and Vaseline, the elephant was able to fuck the ant) And I put my dick right about the entrance to his boy pussy. I only pressed very lightly and already his asshole was starting to give. I licked it some more and it was tasty, then I put one finger and he coiled with pleasure. I attempted once more. I knew it was going to be a tight fit.

This time the pucker surrendered to my cock. It allowed the head in and the gasp Klaas made was audible and almost alarming but I knew he was not going to reject it. I just maintained the head in place and it was Klaas who started to move a little and even grabbed my ass to coax me into putting more cock into him. I pushed a little more and he gasped again. I retreated to almost getting out my dick completely but I then pushed it back in and this time it went a little further. The gasps were there but now they had changed in the tone…it was a pleasure gasp and when I finally put all eleven inches in the gasps were coming at regular intervals to match every incoming thrust. This boy was getting fucked and he loved it. I particularly got turned on by the gasps which were later accompanied by a faint moan and it was music to my ears.

“gasp- uh, ah, gasp- uh, ah, gasp- uh, ah, gasp- uh ah, ooooooh” Now as I increased the pace the gasps disappeared and it was only the ooohh and the aaaahh. As I went down on him also, he was just ready to explode.

“ooohhh, aaaaah, oooooh, aaaaaah, fuck me, oooohh, aaaahh! I’m cumming, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh” and he filled my mouth with delicious Dutch cream. I too shot my wad at that point and his hole was filled with all of my man spunk. Klaas left and I took a nap. He returned that evening and took me out to dinner. Afterwards we had a repeat performance and also the next day. He took me to museums and served as a wonderful guide. My short visit to Amsterdam couldn’t have been more pleasant thanks to Klaas.