The Amsterdam Men’s Club

By Rob Loveboy

Edited by Len Homber

 

 

I met Alfonso at a gay night club while vacationing in Amsterdam, a club known for its twink dancers who, for a price, would escort men to their hotel rooms or wherever for the night, a meat market where teens were plentiful advertising their wares.

 

Alfonso and I hit it off immediately, by chance, being seated at a table together in the packed club.  He’d lived in Amsterdam for several years originally from Portugal. Tall, dark skinned and very handsome, the fortyish man claimed he relocated to Amsterdam for the night life and it’s open views on sex … and where boys were plentiful.

 

We had several cocktails together admiring the eye-candy, many of whom knew Alfonso by name as he did theirs.  Fortunately for me, being associated with the man seemed to open the teens up to me, we had boys sitting on our laps, sipping our drinks, allowing us to caress their their bare chests in hopes we would hire them. I had the distinct feeling Alfonso was a wealthy man, whereas I scrimped and saved for my vacation with limited disposable spending money to afford one of the high priced prostitutes for the night. I let it slip that I liked boys a little younger.

 

Alfonso stared at me and smiled. “Come. I will take you to a private club where you will be my guest, Sean.”

 

I had no idea where we were going, it certainly appeared to be a seedier part of Amsterdam with rubies and drug addicts and ugly female whores on almost every corner. The cab stopped, Alphonso paid the driver and led me to a red door. There was no signage on the building that most certainly had seen better days. Oddly, there were no windows to be seen anywhere on the front of the two story structure, I had the impression it was once a warehouse.

Alfonso rang a doorbell and moments later a slot opened. “Rene, It’s me, Alfonso.” he said to the eyes scrutinizing us. “This is my friend from Canada, Jake.”

 

The door opened swiftly and a very large man smiled throwing his arms around Alfonso. “My friend, it has been a while, yes?” the huge bald man said. I detected a French accent. “Welcome, Jake. Please come in gentlemen.”

 

We entered a small foyer, a newspaper was open where Rene must have been seated. He opened up another door and motioned for us to enter the very dark room and music blared. A man met us and Alfonso received the same welcome hug before he led us to a glass-top table surrounded by five-foot walls as most of the tables were, a candle in a red glass holder glowed in the middle.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Naked boys I guessed to be twelve to fourteen danced in suspended cages all around the large room. Other boys danced on small stages in all four corners and a large stage at the front of the room. Boys wearing only white loincloths waited on tables, our waiter appeared to me thirteen, dirty-blond with a wide smile introducing himself as Liam. I was stunned when Alfonso lifted the thin material from the boy’s crotch exposing his genitals, the kid only giggled taking no offence.

 

Alfonso whispered something in the kid’s ear, next thing I knew he was crawling  onthe round   table and began to dance never losing his beautiful smile. A moment later, Liam took off the loincloth and tossed it at me. Circumcised, his three-inch boy-cock and lengthy testicales swayed as he sashayed as did his ass cheeks. A dusting of blond pubic hair attested to his young age. I thought I died and went to boy heaven, everywhere I looked naked bodies could be seen. My cock was hard in moments.

 

A half-dozen menacing looking men walked around, obviously bouncers should a patron get out of line and not pay the boys for services rendered … and those service included two boys Alphonso later summoned to get under the table. I felt hands opening my jeans and pulling down my underwear to perform oral sex.Giving my balls equal attention once in a while. The sight through the glass table-top had to be the most erotic experience of my life and I came sooner than I would have liked. The kid came out from under the table wiping his mouth on his forearm. I paid him thirty-dollars for the favor that he placed in a fanny-pack around his waist.and he was off to another cubicle.

 

The stage lights came on, I stared wide-eyed as four boys put on a sex show including anal sex. The next show was two men and a very young hairless boy taking it from both ends. Usually once I cum an erection is near impossible for a long while, however the erotic atmosphere made it near impossible not to stay erect.

 

If the night couldn’t get better, Alfonso took me upstairs and to a room where a dozen fully clothed boys sat around. “Take your pick, Jake. My treat!”

 

How in the hell could I choose, they were all very cute. Alfonso picked a fourteen year-old, partial to blonds, I opted for a twelve year-old. If a man didn’t want take out, probably because he had nowhere to take a kid. Six-foot cubicles with a bed lined the long wall. Red lights beside the the entrances indicated if a roomette was in use.

 

“Boys of all ages just show up here and make themselves available for sex. They must be versatile and are paid very well “

 

A man sitting behind a desk reading a book looked over his glasses at the two men and boys standing in front of him. “I have no single rooms free at the moment, you’ll have to wait.” he said taking Alphonso’s money and placing it in a metal cash box after counting it and returned to his book.

 

“I see room twenty-three is available, that’s a double room, isn’t it?” Alphonso asked.

 

“You didn’t ask for a double room, Mr. That’s an extra fifty per hour.”

 

Alphonso looked at me for approval shrugging his shoulders and said, “Shall we?”

 

I had never been involved in an orgy ...  hell, the only experience I ever had was getting a blowjob from a fifteen year-old crack-head in a dark alley once. The thought of having sex with another man present was invigorating. “Sure, what the hell.”

 

Alphonso paid the additional charge renting the roomette for two hours and we walked with the two boys following behind. At every doorway I caught a quick glimpse at the goings-on inside illuminated by a dim purple light on the wall above the head of the bed. Bed springs creaked loudly over soft musak along with grunts and moans. The place smelled strongly of body-odor and lysol.

 

Room twenty-three was only slightly larger than the single rooms, a double bed that was concave in the middle with no bedding unless you could consider a plastic mattress protector bedding. A small shelf held condoms and small packets of lubricant. A small trash can was almost overflowing with empty packages and used condoms … obviously, rooms were not cleaned very often, after all, the place was no Howard Johnsons, just a lot more expensive.

 

The bed was pushed against a wall and a two foot walkway thankfully beat crawling up the bed. Alphonso sat down and began undressing his boy; I followed his lead and did the same. I pulled the blue tshirt over his head catching a glimpse of his hairless armpits that I couldn’t resist licking. The boy tasted salty, but he was clean and odorless.

 

My cock was throbbing, aching for release. Whereas I preferred to strip my boy slowly, Alfonso had his boy stark naked and sucking the teens cock. I nearly came just seeing that. I then feared the overwhelming ambiance   would cause premature ejaculation and ruin the night as I wanted to do everything conceivably possible with that boy!

 

My hands trembled unbuttoning his jeans and sliding down the zipper, a thrill beyond thrills. Looping my thumbs in the waistband, I slowly lowered the jeans revealing loose boxershorts. He did me a favor by toeing off his sneakers, after I had his jeans off I removed his white socks. He stood there in only his boxers decorated with little sailing boats are still etched in my memory to this day.

 

Alphonso ushered the teen to take his place sitting on the bed while he quickly took off his clothes, seven or so thick uncut inches stood impressively at a forty-five degree angle from his groin, much larger than my own modestly-sized cut dick. The teen never hesitated and took Alfonso in his mouth and kneaded the man’s testicles.

 

I pulled down the sailboat boxers swiftly and stooped to taste the already erect boy cock. Not a hair was seen on his groin almost making me feel guilty for choosing someone so young. I don’t know why, but I was surprised to see he was circumcised, however, it wouldn’t matter, I would have enjoyed his young cock either way.

 

I never dreamed how sleek and soft it would be. The nickel-round cylinder slid easily soaked in saliva from the tip to the base and back. His balls were small but loose, every bit as downy soft as his cock that my tongue toyed several times. I could have devoured his genitals all night with a great deal of satisfaction and did for a very long time. However, time was of the essence, Alphonso was already past the foreplay and working his cock up the teen’s ass holding his legs like a wishbone ready to snap.

Not that I needed encouragement to get any harder, I straddled Blondie and fed him my cock deep. Right then I knew he wasn’t an experienced whore-boy … I had myself a virgin!

 

Blondie sputtered and gagged, however, he kept a firm hand grip on the base of my cock pumping it. Gaining composure, he used his mouth, the basics obviously taught by someone with a smaller cock than mine … I truly hoped he’d never been fucked before.

 

Pulling my cock from his ruby-red lips, I lowered my balls onto his face. Blondie licked and sucked a while before I moved down and used the lube to baste my cock ever so careful so as not to trigger my pending orgasm before I felt his tightness on my cock. The look of fear his face was priceless. He clung to the mattress as I lifted his legs in anticipation, finding the warm puckered hole with the head of my cock and pushed mercilessly. Inch by erotic inch I worked into him, the little whore-boy only grimaced and pouted, tear rolled from the sides of his eyes passed his ears.

 

I was ready to blow and shoved deeper into his bowels for optimum depth feeling my groin on his warm skin and came collapsing atop him with his face mashed into my left hairy pec. Alphonso laughed and clapped already done with his boy

 

I paid the membership fee at the door becoming a card-carrying member of the Men’s Club vouched by Alphonso planning my next vacation to Amsterdam in my mind sooner than later!

 

“If you ever want to try chicken ...  how shall I say ... a little more tender? I know another exclusive club, amigo.” Alfonso winked and smiled slyly.  

 

Alfonso and I became great friends from that day forward!

 

THE END …

 

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