Sequel to Amsterdam Men’s Club
I don’t usually write sequels to stories, but I guess I did leave the ending of Amsterdam Men’s Club open and demand for a follow-up story via your many wonderful emails, I hope you enjoy this short finale story as much.
Robert Colt
Finding Alphonso wasn’t difficult when I returned to Amsterdam six-months later, breaking my bank account to pay for the trip. My previous visit was clearly on my mind, as my hard cock guided me to the airport for the eight-hour flight.
“Jamie?” Jovial Alfonso shouted, as he jumped from his chair and gave me a bear-hug. “You came back! Have a seat. This is Marco and Paulo ... the ‘O’ brothers,” he laughed, as he introduced the two handsome 13-year-old boys, clad only in thongs, sitting with him - obviously dancers at the club. “And ‘O’ are they great in bed!” he laughed at his witty remark. “They can suck a golfball through a garden hose!”
I felt right at home at the club. Several waiters even recognized me after all that time; being a friend of Alfonso had its benefits. Lost in the eroticism of the environment, I didn’t actually see him motion for Marco to get under the table; only that my jeans were being opened, followed by a warm mouth on my growing cock. Oh yes, I was home where I belonged again!
It was a bit difficult carrying on a conversation while some kid was giving me a blowjob - perhaps even a little intimidating seeing people at other tables watching - but Alfonso wanted to know what I had been doing since my previous visit. “Not this!” I laughed, pointing a finger down.
“Yes, you Americans are so boring and a bunch of prudes,” he replied, rolling his eyes.
“That, we certainly are, my friend,” I chuckled. “A place like this would be shut down within 10 minutes!”
Marco never finished me off; queued by the change of music, it was time for he and Paulo to dance in the cages suspended from the ceiling. Like monkeys, they easily climbed up the rope ladders. I watched him dance, aroused by the knowledge that he had been sucking my cock just minutes earlier; however, I doubted I would have been able to cum anyway. A waiter of about 12 dressed as a cowboy, wearing a hat with a whistle, red kerchief around his neck, open leather vest, and chaps that didn’t quite cover his ass or hairless genitals, stopped by and asked if I wanted him to take over; I did, in fact, cum about 5 minutes later!
Finding the nerve to ask Alfonso about the other club he mentioned, wasn’t easy. I felt like a pervert for some reason, consuming more alcohol before gaining the liquid courage. Alfonso smiled ear to ear and said, “I thought you would never ask, amigo!”
The Chicken coop was only a short taxi ride away. Alfonso boisterously demanded to see the manager when the burly doorman refused me entry. It was only a minor inconvenience; the manager showed us to a table and bought the first round of drinks, apologizing to Alfonso the whole time.
The Chicken Coop was much like the Men’s Club, only smaller … and so were the boys! There had to be over 30 kids dancing or milling about, all competing for attention and all wearing cartoon-character briefs, adding to the erotic allure of the place. Large screens projected naked boys playing on a beach. I’m kind of ashamed to admit the age of the youngest kids ... enough to say perhaps first graders? The room was packed with men of all color, race and creed - all there for the same perverted reason.
“Here, you choose a boy or two, pay the fee, then go downstairs to a large room where other men are enjoying themselves. Not private, I warn you. Or we can take them to the hotel across the street,” Alfonso explained.
I never thought I could do such things in front of other guys, but the orgy-room intrigued me.
Before I knew it, I had a 7-year-old on my lap and an 8-year-old hanging from my shoulder. Alfonso chose a 6-year-old, shooing away other boys who swarmed around the newly-arrived men like bees.
We took our clothes off at a bank of locker before entering the sex room, which was dimly lit in a red hue. Wall-to-wall gym mats were spread on the floor, where 20 or so men-and-boy cooples were engaged in every conceivable sex act imaginable. I would have been content just watching the live kiddy-porn show, had my attention not been diverted by my own two boys, bought by Alfonso. I’d never had anything that young; and don’t think for a moment I wasn’t feeling a little ashamed, laying down and watching them kneeling at my sides, taking turns sucking my cock and balls. Alfonso wasted no time screwing his 6-year-old doggystyle. I was amazed that his thick cock managed to penetrate the small, wrinkled, bubble-gum-looking pinkish rectum, which I caught a glimpse of, while Alfonso used the complimentary lube scattered about the floor, to lube his cock.
The sloppy, wet sound of sucking mouths and skin slapping skin, reverberated off the bare walls of the orgy room. Some minor cries of pain could also be heard, mostly from Alfonso’s fuck-boy, who he was merciless on top of humping away, and whose small body soon succumbed, rendering him spread-eagled on the floor. Except for a small leg and foot extending from under Alfonso’s thick upper thigh, he was barely visible under the large man’s muscular, bronzed body.
There was no sense trying to hold back my pending orgasm. My two boys shared the creamy eruption, as my cock passed back and forth between hungry mouths, never missing a drop to the last dribble. My cock shrunk rapidly for only a short while, until reality set in and I began once again looking around the room. New arrivals had appeared, refreshing the scenery. I had to take a second look, not believing my own eyes, as a man walked in with a blond boy who couldn’t have been older than 5, sporting a soft 3-inch uncut cock, which, after stimulation, expanded to a flabbergasting thick 4-inches, shaming many of the older boys. I didn’t know that the men in the orgy room shared boys, until Alfonso told me; so I took my turn sucking the boy. As luck would have it at the time, Alfonso fucked him, and I got to see his cock hump the little tyke - who never complained. Adding to the eroticism, a man’s cock stretched the boy’s lips, as he orally fucked his mouth.
Alfonso and I enjoyed a few more cocktails upstairs before taking two 8-year-olds to the hotel across the street. The room was anything but impressive, but the lumpy bed sufficed for what we had planned. I fucked a little kid for the first time, completely lost in the moment. Little did I know that Alfonso had arranged for a virgin, the boy’s older brother who pimped him out. He screamed bloody hell, which, surprisingly, turning me on all the more - go figure!
His name was Hans; blond and blue eyed, a typical Dutch boy in appearance. But I wasn't satisfied with just one boy. I picked up two more at the Chicken Coop, aged 9 and 10, and settled in my hotel room for a week of fucking and sucking my brains out. A special thrill was watching them do each other - that always turned me on!
I’m scrimping and saving now for my next trip to paradise. Once you get a taste for it, it becomes an obsession. Say what you will, but I have big shoulders and really don’t give a fuck anymore. So don’t knock it, until you dare try it!
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