KEVIN DOES AMSTERDAM

A WEEK IN EUROPE, THEN ANOTHER IN AMSTERDAM

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By Kevin McLean

This would be my second visit to Europe. I am just hooked on all things European, I find Europe fascinating…there is more history, more culture, certainly better food and for sure they have their share, even a disproportionate percentage of hot men. I like them because they are not as inhibited as Americans…I find the South Americans or Latinos pretty much the same although with Latinos you have a machismo problem.

But Europeans are almost always uncut, hardly ever do you find one who uses deodorant…and why should they, except for some rare summer days; people in Europe don’t sweat…they perspire lightly and the lingering scent is like an aphrodisiac to my nostrils.

I had been using only one credit card for two years now. I would charge everything even if I paid it off at the end of the month. My object was to get as many points as I could so I would be able to turn it into a round trip ticket to the Caribbean or Mexico. As it turned out, I had enough points or miles accumulated that I could fly to Europe.

That was before I had that job at the airport with an airline and then I got all the free passes I wanted…trouble was, all those free passes but no time to do the traveling because I had to work…so it is a catch 22 situation…and if you fly on stand-by and you can’t get back, you get fired. So it does have its down side.

After an overnight flight, we arrived very early in the morning at Schiphol Airport and cleared customs and immigration. I had a pretty good idea what to do, I had read that you could take the train to the center of town and from there I thought I could take a cab to the bed and breakfast.

I got to the train station and I went to the information desk. The girl there was very sweet and spoke impeccable English albeit with a British accent. She asked me where I was staying and then she said: “you can save yourself the taxi cab fare, if you don’t have much luggage…and it looks like all you have is that carry-on…but it has wheels, doesn’t it? You can actually walk there…it is only five blocks away…” and gave me directions, so I proceeded to go on foot.

First thing that hit me as I stepped out of the station was the amount of bicycles…it seemed like a sea of them, all lined up in rows after rows…how anybody can go and find his own bike is a mystery to me. I kept on walking and the bag I was dragging wasn’t cooperating…it seems the wheels don’t roll very smoothly over the cobble stone streets; so I ended up having to pick it up for most of the way.

Then I actually got lost…I looked at the map and I had traveled in the opposite direction…no surprise there as Amsterdam seems to be laid out in a pattern of concentric circles rather than square blocks and to make matters worse, those names are not just impossible for me to pronounce, but difficult to read, and they are also very small print on the map I had.

What should have been a 10 minute walk from the train station turned out to be an hour of grueling, bag dragging pain in the ass. I finally arrived at the bed and breakfast only to find out that they had messed up my reservations and didn’t have a room for me.

The guy at the front desk was most gracious however and went and got me some tea, told me to sit down in the lounge and he would solve the problem for me…He was not only kind and helpful but a real stud…blond with blue eyes and a magnificent, large body. I could see that he made several telephone calls and finally I saw a smile on his face and he motioned for me to come over. He said he found me a room at the Anco Hotel and the price was slightly more than what I had booked there…he asked me if I wanted it and of course I said yes.

It turned out to be not too far away, on the same street, only two blocks away but on the opposite side of the street. I got there and immediately was told to sit in the lobby that a welcome drink was on its way. The drink arrived and the guy just came over and gave me the key to the room. I gulped it down and went to the room which turned out to be on the top floor and the room had two large windows that were the dormers of the structure overlooking a canal.

I just passed out…no sleep on the plane, the walk to the hotel and the drink just knocked me on my ass. It must have been around ten in the morning and I was awakened by a knock on the door. The telephone didn’t work because you have to pay to get it hooked up…and since I didn’t know anybody anyhow I didn’t pay for the service. The guy at the door was the nice gentleman at the front desk who was nice enough to deliver the message instead of putting it in the pigeon hole. The note was from the first fellow at the hotel I had the reservations and it was to invite me to a “social” cocktail type thing that afternoon. Then the desk clerk turned around, looked at me, asked me if everything was satisfactory and said: “well, let me know if you need anything…anything…and I do mean anything”. I got his drift…I knew he was interested.

I showered and changed and walked over to the hotel at the hour it indicated in the note. I find the hotel attendant sitting on a lounger and he was with three other very handsome young men, all of them had their shoes off and were playing “footsies” and touching each other’s feet. I pulled another chair and joined them. Soon some kid comes over with a pitcher full of drinks…I really don’t know what it was but it tasted terrific…some kind of chocolate with alcohol in it. And we toasted.

One thing led to another and before long we were all over each other exploring and caressing the bodies as the clothes began to come off. The guy who worked at the hotel then said for all four of us to come to the room that was just behind the office and there we finished getting undressed…it was very exciting because all three of them were absolute dolls, in their twenties and totally awesome bodies and faces.

Here is the best part: All three of them were tops. I could not believe my luck. I was going to get fucked by four gorgeous studs on my first day in Amsterdam. I think they were grateful as well because from what I gathered, they have to take turns playing bottom…all three of them hang around together, they are not lovers or anything of the sort, just good fuck buddies and the hotel desk clerk whose name was Karl was one of the Three Musketeers as they called themselves…but heaven help any poor bottom that comes anywhere near their little fiefdom because they are going to fuck her, taking turns gang banging her until the queen’s eyes bulge out…and I was going to be that fortunate queen…the fuck bag to serve as the recipient of these very virile boy’s love juice. My ass was more than ready to receive their cocks.

After some more body worship and exploration, I was surrounded by the three studs that were more than happy to have me as the center and object of their affection. Some preliminary cock sucking and then they allowed me to lick their armpits…in a ritual, they lined up and I would do one pit at a time until I had licked both then it was the next guy’s turn. They actually lined up and placed their hands behind their necks and awaited their turn. When I got through with one, the guy who was next would do the same…it was as if they had discovered something that I had shown them…if I was doing it then it must feel good, or smell good, or taste good or all of the above.

The fucking was to follow. They put on condoms, all three of them and lined up as I got on all four on the edge of the bed and they would position themselves behind me, penetrated me as one of them would stand or squat above my head and either let me rim him, suck his balls or his cock. Some of them would go down on me as I was getting fucked. It was heaven and it lasted for about an hour; all of them taking their turn, almost methodical and not devoid of that energetic passion young men tend to have.

One by one they started to shoot their loads into my ass, of course inside the condom. The first one was Karl the hotel attendant and once he was finished dumping his load into the condom, I asked him to get close to my mouth, I took off the rubber from his cock and drank the contents. This kind of surprised them so the next one and then the next did the same thing which at the end, I could no longer hold back and shot my own load on to my belly. Karl scooped it up and fed it to me.

The next day, Karl was off and he asked me if I wanted to accompany him on a bicycle ride through Amsterdam. I had not ridden a bike since high school but I accepted. We went everywhere and my legs were just about to fall off the rest of my body…I was in good shape but riding was not among my work out routines. We ended up in Karl’s room again but this time it was just the two of us.

I returned to my hotel because by then Karl had to go to work and there was the same cute desk clerk who had said if I wanted “anything” to let him know…I did…but that and my visit to the Amsterdam bath house will have to wait for another chapter.