Date: Sat, 6 Feb 2021 16:55:27 +0100 (CET)
From: ylenia@tutanota.com
Subject: The Times Of My Life   Gay Adult/Youth

Is it real? Or is it Memorex? You'll have to decide. All of the places
referenced in this story are real, Amsterdam has always been a wild, wild
place.  Perhaps some of the names are real but that's because there are
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The Times Of My Life
    by Ryan Jones

Hi there everyone. I had some questions about how I managed to be in
Amsterdam and how I got into the various businesses afterwards.

First of all, I work for the Company. If you don't know what that means
it's not worth the explanation. I have been working for the Company since
I was 13 years old. Yes, 13 years old. That wasn't a misprint. I was
asked to accompany my mother to Amsterdam for the summer and was paid
outrageously for my acquiescence. We left on May 31st, 1964 and the two
of us stayed in Amsterdam until mid August when we finally got two weeks
off and wandered through France, Spain, Portugal and Northern Italy.

I could tell you about the first time in Amsterdam as a 13 year old but
it wouldn't really fit this story board, it was all heterosexual. Just me
and two prostitutes who took a liking to me and never charged me. One was
Amaranthe who looked like a Valkyrie, 6'3" tall, huge breasts, long
blond hair. She was 35, had started in prostitution in 1945 once the
Nazis were ousted from the country. The other one was Penta, she was a
beautiful little Dutch girl of 15 who was my height, 5'1" and who had
just started working a window a few months before I arrived.

I had the best time with the two of them.

So, time passed and I got to high school where the Company employed me
again to spy on my classmates and the local college groups that were
protesting the Vietnam War. More exorbitant cash payments for my
services, for obvious reasons I couldn't be on the regular payroll at age
16 or 17 and when I turned 18 I was still in high school so active
employment was out.

I did get employed in the summer of 1969, my next door neighbor had been
with them since their inception and ran an operations group in the Middle
East, he had been grooming me since I was a kid to take it over when he
was ready to retire. In the meantime, after my first year in college, I
was sent to Bangkok to handle special R&R for troops who performed
special duties. I sent them a short questionnaire so they could define
what they wanted in a girl, or boy, and then I'd furnish the place, the
sexual partner, all the food and even the drugs for the two weeks they
were there.

This was just a test to make sure I was capable of taking out the trash,
as it were, should it start to smell up the place. You don't understand?
Hmm, well, let's say that one of the girls did something to harm one of
the troops, either physically or by stealing everything and running off.
I had to provide their punishments, could be anything from minor to
excising them from existence, depending on their actions. After I proved
myself with a couple of excisions I was brought back to the USA, then
sent back to college to finish up my degree.

I studied psychology, it had always interested me. I was a manipulative
son of a bitch even as a kid, it got used more and more the older I got.
I often used my "skills" to get whoever I wanted in bed, male or
female. I never failed, if I really wanted them. I knew that even more
skill would be needed if I took over the operations group from the older
man that had groomed me, it seemed obvious.

After college I joined my friend at the main offices and he really gave
me an in depth training on how to handle our Arab allies. What worked
with an American wouldn't work the same way with a Jordanian, or
Palestinian. I was an eager study but I think I frightened my sponsor
with my ruthless nature and excessive use of the excision of anyone who
annoyed me. After a couple of years he said I was ready and turned it all
over to me and he left active employment and went home to relax.

Now, working with the Company is a bit like being in the Mafia. You might
stop actively having that life of crime but you're still part of it all
and, if needed, you'd better answer the call. I only had to call on my
friend a few times, to see if I was going too far. He seemed to think
that perhaps sewing a man's head to a pig's body would be a little over
the top but I overruled him. It was my group after all and this soon to
be man-pig was reporting to someone I disliked intensely.

Don't worry, I'll get to Amsterdam very soon. I had started to go over
there when I was 25, it was easier to do what I wanted without anyone
being able to see what I was doing. After all if you don't ask for
permission, they can't say no, right? While I was in Amsterdam I noticed
how wide open the city was, how there were still the prostitutes of my
youth but now there were guys too. I wasn't into guys when I was there at
13, now it was a different story. I was more into the guys.

Not just guys my age either. The Netherlands had some truly arcane age of
consent laws in the 1970s. Their AOC went all the way down to age 12,
depending on the acts performed and which of the participants suggested
it. In any event by the time they were 14 everything was pretty much
legal except them charging for sex. You were supposed to be 18 for that.

I wasn't buying, not at age 25. I was hot enough to get what I wanted and
I partook often of the buffet of boys in the dance clubs, bars and just
on the streets. I made sure I was always in Amsterdam for the month of my
birthday, it gave me a lot of time to enjoy myself.

So now we come to late March of 1978.

Let's go out, eh? That's what I said to myself. It's two weeks before my
birthday and I'm horny as fuck. There are times when you're perfectly
happy to hit the clubs and bars, chat up likely boys and see what happens
but tonight wasn't one of those nights. I wanted a boy who would do
everything I wanted and not expect me to do what he wanted. So, how does
one find such a boy? You go to the Music Box on Paardenstraat of course!

The Music Box was a hustler bar. Inside the bar you could find boys of
all ages. Well, maybe not all ages, if you wanted something really young
you'd have to talk to the pimp on the bar stool but I'm not into that, I
wanted a nice teenage boy. Dutch preferably, with the usual Dutch
attributes, the round face, blond hair, blue eyes, great smile and a nice
tight body.

I had been in here before of course. I wasn't the usual customer, I was
27 years old, pretty good looking with a great body. I looked younger
than my 27 years since I didn't have to shave every day. I was tall, just
over 6' and I always dressed in tight clothes so people could see that I
had a tight body and a bulge that indicated there would be a substantial
dick inside. I remember the first time I came in here, I got a beer and
was standing at the bar when a man tried to pick ME up, thinking I was a
hustler.

I wasn't offended at all, I took it as a compliment but had to inform him
that I wasn't looking to make any extra money at the time. I never said
specifically that I wasn't a hustler, just let him know that if I was one
then I was off duty at the time.

As I entered the bar I looked around, checking out the talent available.
The front room of the bar usually didn't have many boys in it, they
tended to congregate in the room to the side where you only saw them if
you walked to the back and looked to the right. The two boys in the front
nodded at me as I got a beer, I returned the nod but left it like that.
They were too old for my tastes, looked at least 21 to me.

I was a bit early today, it was barely 1600, I was horny for more than a
quickie and wanted a boy for the evening and night both. I took a walk to
the back and took a casual glance to the side as that room opened up to
my gaze. There were only three boys back there, one was either Spanish or
Moorish, not what I wanted. The second boy was cute but looked too young
plus his hair was really cut short.

The third boy was playing a slot machine and, from the back, he looked
good. He had blond hair down past his shoulders, a tight shirt that
barely reached to his waist and as he leaned forward to put money in the
machine his pants crinkled up just enough where you could tell he wasn't
wearing any underwear. The top of his ass was visible, the crack just
teasing you as to what was waiting.

My hopes were built up, now I had to see the front of him. In my times in
the bar I've seen some boys that I thought were damn ugly but they seemed
to attract the oldest, fattest and ugliest men, I guess everyone's niche
was filled. I was horny but not enough to disregard the looks, I intended
to kiss the boy a lot so a cute face was necessary.

The other necessity? The boy had to speak English. I hadn't been in
Amsterdam long enough to learn more than a few words of Dutch. I took
German in high school but that really didn't help with the Dutch at all.

I walked up to the machine and stood there beside the boy. As he saw me
appear beside him he looked over at me and I almost gasped. This boy was
so pretty, if I hadn't noticed his throat and the bulge of his adam's
apple, I might have thought he was girl with that long blond hair. He
smiled at me and I smiled back noticing that his teeth looked perfect.

He kept pressing the button and the machine just refused to pay out. He
looked over at me and he had an exasperated expression on his face and he
said something in Dutch. I only caught a couple of the words.

"Sorry, I only speak English" I told him, hoping for the best.

"This damn machine took all my money!" he said, laughing and he
playfully kicked it.

"That's what they are made to do" I responded, laughing with him.

"You try it, maybe your luck is better!"

"I don't usually play but I'll try since you suggested it. My name is
Ryan" I said all this as he was getting up and pushing me to sit in the
chair in front of the machine.

"I'm Erik" he said, with another smile.

I got a 5 guilder coin from my pocket and dropped it in the machine.
"Bye bye 5 guilders" I said and Erik laughed.

I pushed the button, got nothing. Once more, nothing. Three more spins to
go. On the third spin it gave me a payout of 80 which loaded up to the
top level. The machines there weren't like American machines. If you won
something on the bottom it let you play on the top level and that's where
you could actually win the most. Or just lose it all like Erik had been
doing.

"Come on Ryan, get a good one!" Erik said.

I kissed my finger and was about to push the button.

"Wait!" Erik yelled and he grabbed my hand and kissed my finger too.
"For luck!"

I pushed the button and watched the wheels spin. My finger actually
tingled where Erik had kissed it. The first wheel stopped at 3 plums, so
did the second and the third wheel. I had hit a small jackpot, about 15
guilders. I pressed again and hit all bells this time. 40 guilders. The
next spin was nothing, then it hit a big jackpot. 100 guilders! The
machine bell rang and it started to pay out but there wasn't enough in
the jackpot tray so the man from the bar had to come refill it.

So after the spins and payouts I had 150 guilders. This was more than
enough to buy me a boy for the night, not that I needed the money. I got
all the cash I needed from my per diem. Erik pounded me on the shoulder.

"Way to go Ryan! You got all the money" he exclaimed.

"It probably would have been nicer through if you had won it" I said,
loving how the boy didn't seem all upset at my winning after he just got
up.

"I'll get it next time" he said, then he laughed. "Well maybe it takes
all my money again"

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked Erik.

"Can I get a Heineken?" he asked.

I walked up to the bar and got him and I both a Heineken. I took it back
and he was at one of the tables so I went up and put a beer in front of
him, then I sat beside him.

"Erik, I'll be up front with you. I'm looking for a guy for the rest of
the day and night"

Erik looked a bit surprised. "You're too hot and young for that" he
said.

"Well, I want certain things, would you like to talk about it?" and
Erik nodded. "First of all, tell me about yourself. What do you like?
Dislike? What won't you do?"

"Well, I've been on the streets for about 3 months, just started doing
this about a month ago. I don't have a lot of experience" Erik started
and I held up my hand to stop him. This was even more perfect for me, I
love inexperienced guys.

"Are you straight, bisexual or gay?" I asked.

"I'm gay, I like guys" Erik replied.

"Good enough. Then come with me and be my boy" and I stood up and
offered Erik my hand.

The boy looked a little confused, he hadn't really told me anything yet.
He stood up though and put his hand in mine. His hand was hot, sweaty
even. This wasn't like the usual deal with a hustler. In every other
pickup I had done money was the first conversation, followed by the usual
"I don't do xxx or xxx" but usually it wasn't what I cared about.

We walked over to Rembrandtsplein and to the taxi stand.

"US Embassy" I said to the driver and at that comment Erik looked at me
again as the cab took off. It took about 15 minutes to get to the
embassy, Erik had sat down but I pulled him over so we were side to side
and I took my hand and rubbed his face softly as he stared, his blue eyes
into my own blue eyes. We didn't talk at all, I just had my arm around
him and was playing with his hair.

We got to the embassy and the cabby dropped us off. I walked to the gate
and the guard on duty looked at me and Erik, then waved us through. I was
staying in the main building, I had an apartment and not just a room. I
was holding Erik's hand as we went to my apartment and as I unlocked the
door I smiled at him.

"Go ahead in Erik" and the boy walked in before me. This was my regular
apartment that I used when over here which lately had been every other
month. It had a huge living area with a kitchen and dining room off to
the side. I took the boy on the grand tour, showing him the bathroom
which was more European than American. It had a bidet as well as a
toilet, a large tub and a separate large shower as well. The bedroom was
big too with a king sized bed.

Compared to places in the USA it was maybe a tad above average. Compared
to European sized apartments it was very large. The boy looked around, I
liked art and had paintings hung on the walls. All original works too, no
prints for me. Nothing extravagant, or famous. Just painting I had picked
up at the weekly art show.

"You must be really important" Erik said, looking once more around the
apartment.

"Me? Well, I'm not the ambassador or anything but I'm not the janitor
either" and I laughed.

Erik laughed too and I walked up to the boy. His eyes were just following
me as I came to him and I leaned down to him and pressed my lips to his.
The boy's eyes closed and I felt him press back and then his lips opened
and I slid my tongue inside. At the feel of my tongue Erik moaned and
arched his body up against mind.

I wrapped my arms around him and just picked him up off the floor,
crushing him to me as our tongues did battle. I felt his arms enclose me
as well and he was squeezing me hard, trying his best to hump against my
stomach. I could feel his hard dick through both our clothes and the boy
just kept on moaning.

I broke off the kiss and grinned at him.

"That was great Erik" and I kissed his forehead. I hadn't put him down
yet, my arms were holding him, his were wrapped around me.

"Yeah, it was great" Erik said, grinning also.

I walked to the living room, then out of the opened patio door onto the
balcony. I felt Erik giggle, his lips on my neck.

"What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking whether you were gonna ever put me down" and he
giggled again.

"I might not, maybe I'll just carry you everywhere" and I grinned "or
maybe I'll do this" and I tossed the kid over my shoulder and smacked
him on his ass. Not to hurt him but to give his ass a little tingle. Erik
squealed and I smacked his ass again, loving how it felt to my hand. His
dick was still hard so he wasn't minding this too much.

"I'll be good, I promise" he said, still giggling "you don't have to
spank me!"

I moved over to the couch and spun him around once more before sitting
down with him in my lap. "Remember, you promised to be good" I told the
still giggling boy and he relaxed in my lap, his head beside mine, his
lips just touching my cheek. "Is there anyone you need to tell that
you're staying the night with me? I don't want someone worrying"

"Could I call my roommate Jeffie? He might worry if I don't come home"
Erik replied and I grabbed the phone up off the table and handed it to
him. He dialed a number and had a short conversation in Dutch, then
handed the phone back to me. "All done, I'm all yours" and he gave me a
coy look. It was about 1700 now so still nice and early.

Erik was dressed well so he'd fit in good if we went to a club tonight.
First though, what did I want first? I wanted to see him naked. I wanted
to check out that ass, hell I wanted to check every inch of his body.

"Maybe we should go to dinner early. If we start anything I might never
stop." I told him. "Do you like steak?" and he nodded. "Is there
anything you need tonight? I have a new toothbrush for you" and Erik
smiled and nodded no.

We went off to eat and we both ate well. I love the steaks at this local
family owned Argentinian beef place near the embassy. Even had the best
dessert at the place which was a simple one but it was just so good.
Plain vanilla ice cream with a large cup of their special hot bittersweet
chocolate syrup. I walked slowly back to the Embassy with Erik, as we
entered the guard looked at me and nodded as I walked by. This wasn't the
first boy I'd brought home with me.

We entered the apartment and I steered him to the couch. I sat down and
drew him next to me and held him tightly. I reached over to the table, to
a remote, and I clicked it twice and music started to play. I clicked
another button and the lights dimmed. I know, this doesn't sound like a
temporary place but I spent over $50k of the government's money to make
sure it was equipped the way I wanted.

Erik snuggled into me and I felt his lips on my neck. He gave me a little
lick and grinned. "Thanks for the dinner"

"You're welcome. I enjoyed the food and your company" I said, kissing
the top of his head. We sat there a few more minutes, I looked at the
clock and it was just 1830. I felt the stirrings though, I wanted this
boy once before we went out. "Let's go take a shower together" and I
stood up, pulling him with me.

We went into the bedroom and I started to undress. Erik was following my
lead, each piece of clothing I took off he matched. Well, until I got to
my pants. I was wearing some boxer briefs but when Erik dropped his pants
he had nothing else on. I quickly took off my underwear and, taking his
hand in mine, led him to the shower.

The shower here was large, big enough for two or three people. After
getting the water temperature just right we both got in and I put Erik
under the shower spray. I took a washcloth and the soap and I started to
wash him. His eyes got wider as I started doing this, maybe nobody else
had ever washed him but I loved doing it.

His skin was slick and soft with the soapy suds covering it. I had him
lift up his arms and he had some arm pit hair but it wasn't a bush by any
means. Just enough to know you had someone who was mature enough to be
good. He giggled occasionally as I hit a ticklish spot on him, it was
such a sweet sound to me. I skipped his crotch area to start and I had
him lift up each leg so I could get to his feet.

Now it was time to wash the important parts of the boy. I turned him so
his ass was facing me and I got my hands all soapy this time. I rubbed
both cheeks of his ass, then ran my fingers up and down his crack before
pressing farther inwards, rubbing his hole. The boy moaned as my fingers
ran over his hole. I wasn't pressing in, I just wanted him to be clean.

When I turned him back around his dick was hard. He looked almost 6" to
me, uncut, the head of his dick peeking out from under the foreskin. I
lathered up his nuts, then ran my hand up and down his hard dick before
pulling down to retract the foreskin all the way so I could really clean
him. He rose up on his tiptoes as I did this, the feelings must have been
intense.

Erik moaned as I let go of his dick and I grabbed the shampoo and washed
his long blond hair. His hair was perfect. It wasn't thin, it wasn't so
thick either. It just had a great texture as my fingers ran through it
and I took my fingertips and scrubbed his scalp. Then I took the handheld
shower attachment and started to rinse the boy off.

The suds cascading down his body caught my eyes as I rinsed out his hair,
then his face, I rinsed the rest of his front off, his dick was still
hard which made it easier to rinse it off also, the foreskin again
retracted easily. Then I did his back, paying special attention to the
boy's ass. I was going to be sticking my tongue there soon and soap
doesn't taste good.

I finally got him all rinsed off and rubbed his eyes to clear the water
out of them. Erik looked at me and almost made me slip as he crushed his
body to mine, his lips on mine. I smiled down at the boy and I started to
wash myself off but he insisted on doing it. He followed my pattern
exactly and in just a few more minutes I was squeaky clean too.

We dried each other off and I gave Erik a bathrobe to wear and put one on
myself. We brushed out teeth and I took him by the hand and led him to
the bedroom.

"That was so good, the shower. You washing me" Erik said. "Nobody has
ever done that before. I felt so safe, so good"

"Glad you enjoyed it" I said, watching the boy dry his hair. Erik
looked good in clothes, he really looks fantastic naked and glowing from
the shower. Erik's eyes met mine in the mirror and I saw him smile as he
watched me look at him.

It took him about 5 minutes to completely dry his hair, he did have a lot
of it to take care of. He put the dryer down and turned around, facing
me, smiling.

"All done. What do you think?" Erik asked.

"I think you're a very good looking young man" I answered him and he
took my arm and tried to lead me to the bedroom. "Where are we going?"
I asked, as if I didn't know.

"I'm horny, we're going to the bedroom" Erik responded and I let the
boy lead me. We got in the bedroom and Erik motioned me to get on the
bed. I got on and laid myself flat on my back, watching him to see what
he had in mind. Erik crawled up on the bed and then across to where I was
laying. His eyes were just staring into mine and he climbed over me,
resting his ass on my rock hard dick.

The boy leaned down and kissed me, I felt his tongue demanding entry and
I cupped his face in my hands as my mouth opened. Our tongues dueled as
the seconds went on and I took a hand and rubbed down his back, feeling
his soft skin against my palm. I lightly scratched up and down his back
with my fingernails and the boy moaned into my mouth. I could feel the
goosebumps on his skin as the sensations hit him.

He broke off the kiss and rose up a little, looking at me. His eyes were
intent, staring at me.

"Can I suck you off?" Erik asked. "Please?"

Fuck yeah, the cutest boy I've seen in months begging for my dick? "Yeah
baby, I'd love for you to suck me off" and he grinned. Erik kissed and
licked his way down my chest, my stomach and I felt my dick poke him
under his chin. Erik moved to the side and as my dick rubbed against his
face and mouth his tongue licked it until he reached the base of my dick.

I felt him move between my legs, his lips caressing my nuts, taking each
one in his mouth and licking it, then, coming back to my dick, he licked
the base of it and flattened his tongue out and licked up to the head of
my dick. He captured the bead of precum that was getting ready to drip
and then opened his mouth wide and took about 4" of my dick inside his
mouth before closing his lips tightly around it.

The boy applied some serious suction but it wasn't like hickey suction,
his cheeks really hollowed in as he started to move on my dick. For a
hustler he didn't seem all that experienced at sucking a dick, he didn't
go much deeper than the 5" mark and his tongue and movements really
weren't all that coordinated. He made up for that with his enthusiasm
though, he was sucking my dick like he really wanted to do it.

I just kept rubbing his head, my fingers on his cheek as I propped myself
up on some pillows so I could more easily watch the boy enjoy himself. A
couple of times he get too much and gagged but he never stopped the
sucking, the moving. I figured I'd cum quick, don't want to wear him out
and I moved just a little now, helping his head move up and down with my
hands.

The boy moaned as I fucked his face and I felt the orgasm starting to
build inside me. Fuck man, it was so good, just seeing that pretty face
stuffed with my dick was getting me off. I smiled down at him as his eyes
were staring at me.

"I'm gonna cum" I told him, more like moaned to him and with that my
dick throbbed heavily and I felt the first shot splash into his mouth. I
shot again, again, I was a big cummer, more than most guys and I saw the
boy's cheeks puff out as I shot twice more. He swallowed and that little
bit more of suction as he drank my load pulled even more sperm out of me.

Finally though the shots stopped, then my dick just oozed out some last
drops. I felt his tongue still moving slowly around my dick, making sure
he got all my cum and I slowly pulled my dick out of his mouth. It made a
little popping sound, the boy was still sucking as I reclaimed my dick. I
saw him swallow a few times, clearing his mouth of my cum and I pulled
him up to my face and kissed him.

I could taste myself on his lips, his tongue. The whole inside of his
mouth tasted like my own sperm and I ravaged his mouth, pressing my lips
harder against his, rolling him over so he was under me. I lay most of my
weight on the kid and I felt his arms come around me, pulling me even
more so I was almost crushing him under me.

I raised up a little from Erik and smiled down at him.

"That was a great blowjob baby. I don't normally cum that quick"

"Man, you shot a lot. It was a good dessert" and he giggled.

"Now, let's see what you got for me" I said and I slithered down and
just took his hard 6" dick all the way into my mouth, the head just
pressing into my throat. I sucked hard and licked around his dick and the
boy moved erratically, trying to fuck my face but his body wasn't
coordinated, the pleasure was too much for him to control himself. I just
held his hips to the bed and slammed my own face into his scant pubes and
I felt his dick get harder.

"Oh fuck Ryan I'm gonna cum" he wailed and by the time he finished
almost yelling it his dick spurted in my mouth. The first shot was nice
and big, had some pressure behind it. The second shot didn't make it to
the back of my throat and then one more smaller amount of sperm just
oozed out on my tongue. The boy's midsection was pressed against my face,
his dick all the way inside my mouth. It kept on throbbing, like he was
trying to shoot more but I guess for now his balls were empty.

I kept his dick buried all the way, his sperm coating the inside of my
mouth. I used my tongue to make sure it covered every part of my mouth,
my teeth, my gums. The boy tasted so good, nutty, a little salty maybe. I
wished he had lots more of it for me to taste and swallow. After a minute
I felt his dick soften just a little and I pulled off, my lips tight on
his dick, making sure I didn't lose a single sperm.

I made sure Erik was watching and I opened my mouth and showed him his
little load, then I closed my mouth, grinned and swallowed, then opened
again to show him I ate his sperm. He reached down for me this time, to
pull me up to his face and I let him, our lips meeting again in a kiss.
Softer this time, not a "fuck me" kiss but a "we just fucked" kiss.

We both lay there and relaxed, the afterglow of our orgasms keeping us
silent, an occasional kiss the only actions. I took a look at the clock
and it was 9pm, still plenty of time to get dressed for the club. First
though I better check out Erik's level of tiredness. I don't want to take
him out and dance, get wild and then have him too tired to enjoy the sex
later.

"How are you doing?" I said, breaking the silence and giving Erik a
kiss on the forehead.

"I'm good Ryan, how about you?" Erik replied, trying to kiss me on the
forehead but missing and getting my nose instead, making him giggle.

"I was thinking of us going out to a club, dancing, just having fun
before coming back. There's a part of you I really want to get acquainted
with" and I rubbed his ass when I said it.

Erik pressed his ass up a little against my hand.

"It's all there for you to explore" and he cuddled in closer. "I'm not
really tired if you're worried about that. I'm sure I'll be wide awake
for this" and he reached down and cupped my mostly soft dick in his hot
little hand.

"I smoke weed and might do some cocaine. Do you want to join me?" I
asked.

"Umm, I never did any cocaine but I'll do what you do"

I rolled off the bed and reached down a hand to Erik.

"Let's get dressed, otherwise I might not be able to wait" I said,
smiling.

Erik giggled and started to get dressed. He was watching me and when my
eyes were fixed on his ass he bent all the way over and pushed back so
his cheeks opened enough where I could almost see his hole. I laughed as
he did that and smacked him on that cute ass.

"Better not tease, you might get more than you want" I said, fake
growling.

By now we were both dressed and I took him to the living room.

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked.

"Do you have a Heineken?" and I brought one for both of us to the couch
and sat down beside him. He snuggled back up to me as I did and I handed
him his beer.

"So, Erik. How about telling me about yourself" I said, kissing him on
the head.

"Why do you want to know?" he asked.

"Well, you don't seem like the usual hustler. So I'm curious"

Erik gave me a serious look. "You really wanna know?" and I nodded. "I
had a good childhood, two loving parents. We weren't all that close with
other members of either of my parent's families, just hung out as a
family. It was almost 3 months ago when they were in a car accident and
killed. I got stuck in foster care and the man there was an asshole, he
laughed about my parents dying. So I ran away and came to Amsterdam and I
met Jeffie at the train station."

"I know Jeffie" I said.

"Yeah, he said he knew you and you were a nice guy when we talked
earlier. I gotta do something to make money so I did this. Only 3 times
so far. Twice was just a guy wanting to suck my dick, the other one
wanted me to give him head. I dunno why I was wasting 40 guilders in that
slot machine, I guess to take my mind off things"

"Come here" I said and I gathered Erik up in my arms and felt him shake
a little, then I heard him crying. He kept trying to stop himself so I
whispered in his ear "Let it all out Erik" and he just kept on sobbing.
I just rubbed his back and held him as tight as I could and finally he
stopped. I kissed the top of his head and he leaned back to look at me.

His eyes were all red from crying, his nose was running. I reached over
and found the box of tissues and took one and wiped his eyes. I handed
him the next one and I smiled at him.

"I can wipe your tears but I can't blow your nose" and he laughed and
did it himself.

We sat there awhile and I knew I was done with sex with this boy. At
least for now. I had some connections through the Company and I decided
I'd use them to see what I could do.

"I'm not exactly what you had planned am I?" Erik asked.

"No but it's good. Give me your full name, your parents full names,
where the accident was and where you used to live. Write it all down"
and I got up and found some paper and a pen.

"Why?" Erik asked.

"Well, there's no reason why you should but I need you to trust me" and
I looked in his eyes.

"Jeffie said you were a nice guy so I'll trust you" Erik said and he
wrote down all the information. While he was doing this I made a phone
call to another person in the embassy and there was a knock on my door by
the time Erik finished.

"Hey James" I said, opening the door.

"Hey Ryan, what's up?" he asked.

"James, this is Erik" and both of them nodded at each other. "I want
you to find out exactly what's going on with this" and I handed him the
information that Erik had written down. "I want to know every single
detail"

"Will do" and he exited without another word.

"What's he going to do?" Erik asked.

"He's going to check out the accident, what happened afterwards. Plus
any family members you have on either your mother or father's side. That
might take a day or two"

"Then what?" Erik asked.

"Well, I'm not sure. I guess it depends on what he finds out. Until
then, if you want, you can stay with me. I don't want you hustling
anymore"

"How can I make any money?"

"While you're with me just take whatever you need" I said and I pulled
out about 2000 guilders from my pocket and laid it on the table. Erik's
eyes got wider as he saw the pile of money. It was about $1000, probably
more than the kid had ever seen in one place. "Look, when I picked you
up I knew you weren't a real experienced hustler. Do you know why?"

"Uh uh, how did you know?"

"Because you never mentioned money. Never said how much it would be for
evening and night"

"Yeah, I forgot. Jeffie told me to negotiate first, then go. I forgot
the other 3 times too"

"Here, take 300 and put in your pocket. That way when we're out you
won't have to ask me for money" and I handed him the money.

"I don't really want your money" Erik said but I raised my hand to stop
him.

"How about this? I spent 5 guilders in the slot machine and you were my
lucky charm. So I'll take my 5 guilders and give you the money that I won
because you were there" I could see he was going to protest again but I
didn't listen. I took the 145 guilders and stuck them in his pants
pocket.

"Now, you wanna smoke some weed?" I asked Erik, with a smile. I didn't
wait for him to answer, I got up and walked over to a writing table and
pulled some joints out of the drawer. I was really bad at rolling my own
joints so I had a guy that made them up for me. Nice and strong and made
with sativa type of weed.

I brought it back, lit it and, after a lot of coughing by Erik, we
managed to get it finished. I had been watching Erik, I could tell when
it really hit him. It had hit me too, I was very aware, ready to do
something. Dancing was my go to thing when on this.

We went off to a club, stayed a few hours. It was just after 1am when we
made it back to my place. I had left off the cocaine for tonight, all we
had done was a couple of joints. I tried to make sure Erik was having a
great time, to take his mind off the earlier conversation. When I got him
in the apartment he grabbed me around the neck and brought his lips to
mine. The kiss started out soft and gentle but in less than a minute Erik
was going crazy on me. I could feel his arms get tighter around me as his
tongue did battle with mine.

He finally slowed down some, then stopped and looked at me with a grin.

"I'm horny again" he said, trying to tug me to the bedroom. I laughed
and reached down and picked him up, holding him in my arms as I walked
back to the bedroom, then I tossed him on the bed and he bounced a couple
of times, giggling like crazy.

As I laughed with the boy suddenly he was like a whirlwind of motion as
his clothes all came off. He wasn't paying any attention to where they
went either, his shirt draped over my head and I heard that giggle again.
I was undressing also, perhaps not as frantic as he was about it but I
wasn't folding my clothes up either.

The boy beat me to getting naked and I saw him just watching me as I took
my pants off. As I took off my underwear I saw the boy's eyes on my hard
dick and I saw him lick his lips. I didn't jump on the bed right away, I
wanted to tease him just a little.

"So, Erik. What do you want?"

"I got something for you" he responded.

"Oh? What would that be?" I asked.

"This" he said and he rolled over and stuck his ass up in the air.
"and this" he said, pointing at his mouth. "This too" he said,
giggling as he pointed at his own hard dick. I couldn't help but laugh. I
had decided earlier that he and I weren't going to have sex again. At
least I knew I wouldn't initiate the sex. I'm not sure I can resist a
beautiful boy beckoning me to the bed and offering me all of him.

I climbed on the bed and laid on top of Erik, our faces an inch or so
apart.

"So, I can have all those?" I said, thrusting my hard dick against his
stomach.

"Yeah, you can have all of me. What can I have?"

"You can have all of me too baby, if you want it" I said and his
eyebrows rose.

"Even your ass?" he asked and by way of an answer I took one of his
hands and put it on my ass. I felt his breath catch as he felt me, I was
as smooth as he was, I never grew hair like most men. None on my ass,
chest, legs and the little I have under my arms can't be seen unless
you've got your nose stuck in my pit. Even his touch was inexperienced,
he didn't rub with purpose, it was like his hands had no controls.

"I wanna suck you some" Erik said.

"Get on top then" I said, rolling over. "That way I can play with your
ass while you suck me"

Erik scrambled into position, his dick passing by my mouth as he moved
forward. I felt him take my dick in his hot little mouth and I licked his
nuts as they slowly passed by. The boy had such a good smell to him, I
knew he was clean from the earlier shower but we had sweated when we
danced and that, mixed with his natural scent, made me a little nuts.

I pushed on him just a little and got his ass right in front of my face.
I was eager to see and taste the prize at the center of those cheeks but
I rubbed his ass first, to tease myself. Then I kissed him on each cheek
before replacing my lips with my hands and opening him up so I could see
his hole. The sight of it shocked me, he was obviously virginal. That
hole had never had anything in it, there was no bruising, it was so
small.

I wasn't going to be his first, that would be greedy. I'll eat it though
and when I touched my tongue to his hole the boys moaned loudly. I pulled
his cheeks apart just a little farther and I saw the hole open just a
tiny bit and I put my mouth over it and just shoved my tongue up inside
the boy. His back arched up even more and he pressed his ass back against
my tongue. As he did this his hole opened just a touch more and I was all
the way inside his ass.

I completely forgot about the boy's mouth on my dick, this ass was
incredible. It had been a LONG time since I had a virgin ass and I was
going to eat him until he couldn't take anymore I kept fucking away at
his hole with my tongue, going in and out a little easier as my saliva
lubricated him. I have no idea of how long this went on but suddenly the
boy fell over, breaking my connection with his ass.

"Man, I almost came just from your tongue in my ass" Erik said. "I
don't wanna cum all over the bed though. I can't wait for your dick in
me"

"Erik, you're a virgin aren't you? Nobody has ever fucked you?" I
asked.

"Yeah" he answered, almost shyly. "Haven't been fucked. Yet!" and he
giggled.

"Why do you want me to be the first? Don't you want to wait for someone
special?"

"I feel like it's right for me" Erik said, not giggling now but looking
right up at my face.

"Have you ever fucked anyone?" and Erik shook his head no.

"Then we can take care of that tonight" I said, smiling.

"You mean I can fuck you?" he asked.

"Yeah, you can fuck me. If you want to" I  responded. I felt his dick
throb against my side as I said this, so yeah, his dick wanted to for
sure.

"Oh man, yeah I wanna do it!" he answered. "But I don't know how to
fuck"

"Let's do it the right way then" I told Erik and I got up from the bed,
pulling him with me to the bathroom. I could tell Erik was wondering what
was going on, I got to the sink and turned the water on to get it warm.
"You're wondering what I'm doing?" and he nodded. "If you want to get
fucked, it's best to clean yourself out. If you don't then the person
fucking you can end up with shit on the dick"

"Ewww, that's nasty sounding" Erik said.

"Well, yeah, it is. It happens sometimes. I mean there are times you get
all out of control and you're fucking before you even think. It's rare
though. What we are going to do is use water and this bag and get all the
shit cleaned out of us" I told him. He was listening intently.

"Okay, show me what to do" he said.

"I'll do you first, then you do me" and I filled the bag with warm
water and pulled him over my lap. I'm sure you can guess the rest. It
wasn't the quickest process, both of us needed multiple rinse outs before
everything came out clean. At least though we were all done, as clean
inside as possible and I led Erik back to the bedroom.

"Now what?" Erik asked.

"The best way to get your partner hot for fucking is to eat his ass.
Like I did yours earlier." and the boy looked a bit weird at the
thoughts of it. "What's wrong? You know it's clean, we just got done
making sure" and he nodded. "Also, taking charge is good. So be a
little aggressive" I added. "When you're ready to actually fuck, make
sure you use lube on your dick and push some inside the ass. Then slowly
push in and start to fuck. Slowly at first, then you can go nuts after
the guy is relaxed"

Erik pushed me down on the bed and climbed on top of me. He leaned down
to my face and our lips met, he just pushed his tongue right through my
still closed lips and started to fuck my mouth with his tongue. His hands
were holding my face tight as he just ravaged my mouth and fuck it was
turning me on. I was totally versatile in bed but if a guy really shows a
dominant side, I'm all his.

I felt one of Erik's hands leave my head and start to rub the side of my
ass. I moaned into the boy's mouth as kept on fucking his tongue into me
and he raised up and pushed me so I turned over for him. I got a pillow
and stuck under my crotch, raising my ass up for him. Erik took both
hands and just rubbed my cheeks, then pulled them apart to look at my
hole.

I wasn't a virgin like him. I wasn't fucked out or anything, while I was
versatile I'd say it was only about once a month that I got fucked.

"Man, your hole looks so fuckable" Erik said, with a husky voice. As I
turned my head to try to watch him I saw him lean down and I could feel
his breath on my hole, followed by the soft, wet sensation of his tongue
touching it, licking softly. I pressed up against his tongue and felt it
slip wetly inside me. Erik pulled my cheeks apart farther and I flexed as
best I could and the next time he pushed his tongue against my hole it
slithered all the way inside me.

Now I was really moaning as the boy ate my ass out like a professional. I
was losing my mind at the feelings and I wanted more.

"Fuck me Erik, dammit. I need more than a tongue in me" and he slapped
me on the ass.

"You want a dick?" Erik whispered, leaning down to my ear.

"I want YOUR dick" I hissed back at him.

Erik took the lube and squeezed out a glob, then brought it to my hole.
He had the lube on two fingers and pressed them slowly into me, the
lubricant making the entrance very easy. He moved in and out a few times,
then I saw him lube up his dick. I reached back and pulled my cheeks
apart this time, making it easy for him to find my hole.

The boy's dick touched my hole, I could feel the spongy head of his dick
slowly press into me and I heard him moan as my ass opened up and the
head of his dick slid inside. He kept on moving until he had all 6" of
dick firmly planted in me.

"Oh yeah Erik, your dick feels good. Fuck me baby"

"Yeah, I'll fuck you" he responded and he started to move. The boy was
slow at first but in less than a minute the feelings of fucking just took
over his body. I felt his arms snake around my body as he started to slam
his dick inside me, over and over. He would squeeze me with each thrust
and it was so damn good, his dick was hitting the right places inside me
and that squeeze would make my breath exhale with each thrust.

"Oh man Ryan, I can't hold it, I'm gonna cum" Erik practically wailed
this out and I felt him jam his dick in all the way and I felt it throb
inside me. I couldn't feel the actual sperm but I could feel his dick
getting a little larger, then smaller, so I knew he was pumping his
little load as far in me as he could get it.

The boy collapsed on my back, his entire weight pressing against me,
holding his dick inside my ass. Man, it felt so good, the boy's body was
sweaty and the heat from him just made me feel so good inside. I felt his
lips touch the back of my neck and he drooled a little, it slid down the
side of my face and dripped off on the sheets.

I wasn't about to disturb him, this was his first fuck and I wanted him
to remember it, to cherish the feelings. I knew how intense my first fuck
was, I was barely conscious afterwards. He laid on me for a minute and I
felt him flex his dick, he was still hard and he started to move again.
Erik went from soft to all out rabbit fucking me in about 30 seconds.

His arms hadn't let go of me, he wasn't moving more than a couple of
inches at a time and my hole felt good with the friction of the boy's
dick as it just kept slicing in and out. This time he lasted longer than
the first 3 minute fuck, he gave me almost 15 minutes of solid all out
fucking, the sweat just dripping off him, running all over me. His body
felt like it was getting hotter and hotter and his speed picked up even
more.

"Oh fuck I'm cumming again" Erik screamed and this time he jammed in
and out with each spurt of sperm inside my well fucked ass. I kept
squeezing my ass around his dick, making it as tight as I could and I
must have really gotten the head of his dick too much because he squealed
and pulled his dick out of me.

The boy rolled over beside me and I looked down at his dick. It was all
shiny in the light from the lube and his sperm and my own ass juices and
I turned around and slurped it in. Not really sucking but just holding it
in my mouth, tasting what I could of his sperm, feeling it soften more. I
licked all around the base of it, the sides. There was enough sperm to
taste and I could feel it leaking out of my ass so he must have shot a
decent amount.

The boy's body twitched as I occasionally touched the sensitive head but
I pulled off after about a minute and then, like a true bottom, laid my
head on Erik's chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly and his breath
rasping in and out.

His hands caressed my head and I felt him go down to my ass and when he
felt how slick I was he giggled.

"You're leaking sperm" he said with a grin.

"I wonder why?" I asked, raising up to give him a little kiss.

"That was the best thing ever Ryan. Thanks for letting me do that"

"You were really good at it. I loved it all Erik"

With that I just got us under the sheets and we drifted off to sleep,
this time his head was on my chest as we slept through the night.

The next day I just kinda hung out with Erik, we wandered around the
city, got high at various places. Just the usual stuff you do when you're
getting to know someone. He did keep asking me if I was going to fuck him
but I put it off, told him to wait until we heard back from James about
his situation.

That all came about the next day when James called me. He came down to
the apartment and both Erik and I were there as he came inside.

"Erik, I've checked out everything I could find. It appears your parents
were hit and killed by a truck that was speeding and went through a stop
light. There were witnesses that told the police the entire story. I
checked out your relatives on both sides and talked to someone named
Sadie"

"Yeah, that's one I actually know. Aunt Sadie was mom's sister. We did
visit her once in a while" Erik interrupted.

"When I contacted her she was frantic about not being able to find you.
I told her you were safe and explained why you ran from the foster
family. The short of this is that she would like for you to come and live
with her"

"Really? She'd do that for me?" Erik asked.

"Yeah. She really wants it, I could tell"

"Can I go?" Erik asked, looking at me.

"Of course, I'm not holding you prisoner" I said, laughing. "I'll even
take you to her"

Erik started to cry a little and I hugged him tight.

"Give me her number James and I'll set it up, where does she live?"

"Groningen" he answered.

"Excellent. Was there anything else?" I asked James.

"No, that was really all the information" he answered and then after
shaking Erik's hand and mine he left the two of us alone.

"Take a few minutes and get yourself composed and we'll call her right
now" I told Erik, smiling.

Erik went off to the bathroom and came back all fresh looking.

"Are you ready?" I asked and he nodded.

I called the number and a woman answered. After identifying myself and
getting her name I put Erik on and they had a long conversation in Dutch.
Twenty minutes later he handed the phone to me. I told her I could bring
Erik to her any time she wanted, that I was in Amsterdam but would like
to deliver Erik to her personally.

So the next day we got up early to catch the morning train to Groningen.

"You never fucked me" Erik said.

"Save your first time for someone special to you" I responded.

"You're about as special as a person can get"

I hugged him tight. "Maybe you can come visit sometime. If you feel that
way in a year, I'll be honored to be your first"

We took the train and his Aunt was waiting for us as we exited the
station. Erik ran to her and hugged her and then came back and dragged me
over. I wasn't going to interrupt a family reunion.

"Here's the man who saved me" Erik said.

"Thank you Ryan, for everything" Aunt Sadie said.

"My pleasure, I'm glad to see him with his family. If you need any help
with anything, just give me a call and I'll do whatever I can" and I
handed her a card with my phone number and name.

With one more hug from Erik they left and I took the next train back to
Amsterdam. I actually felt pretty good about myself, it was nice to be
able to make a difference. The next days were pretty much uneventful. I
did get with Jeffie, both to thank him and for some really hot sex.
Jeffie was 19 and he had been hustling for a long time, he knew
everything to do to make the experience great. I gave him an extra 500
guilders for keeping Erik as safe as he could.

It was the night before my birthday when I next left the apartment to go
out. I didn't expect to really see the inside of my place again until
sometime in the early morning hours, unless I found the sexual partner I
wanted earlier than anticipated. As I was wandering from bar to bar, then
dance club to dance club I found myself at the Gay Life disco.

I had been going here almost every night they were open, it was like a
prime space for the teen boys that I really liked and I seemed to be able
to find the appropriate boy for my bed every time I looked for one. This
evening when I walked in to the bar/dance floor area there were a lot of
cute boys but only two of them appealed to me.

One boy appeared to be young, maybe 16 at the most. Long blond hair, blue
eyes, perfect skin and teeth. Almost skinny but not to the point of
having that emaciated look, he was around 5'7" tall. I had seen this boy
in the club before but had never spoken to him and my eyes kept traveling
back to him over the early morning hours.

The second boy was a bit older, maybe 20 or so, his hair was blond but
shorter than the first boy. This one looked more like he was entering
manhood, the type of boy who wouldn't just wait for me to initiate all
the sexual activity which was something I liked. He was taller also,
5'10" or so and I didn't see his eyes, or teeth. He wasn't smiling as
much as the first one. I saw him talking to a couple of men, older than
me, so I hoped he wasn't with them.

As I watched the two of them for awhile it really appeared the older one
was watching what the younger one was doing. It was 3am, there were many
cute boys there but I didn't want them, I only wanted one of those two. I
saw the younger one talking to a few people there, it appeared he might
be getting ready to leave. I looked for the older one, all I saw was his
back as he exited.

The younger one left a few minutes later. I didn't want to seem a stalker
so I waited a couple of minutes, then I left. I was walking from
Rembrandtsplein, back towards the train station, then would head more
towards Singel where I was staying. Amsterdam as I'm sure you know is
laid out in semicircles with the canals and there were lots of little
alleyways connecting the streets up. I heard a noise as I rounded a
corner and saw the older of the two boys, along with two obviously older
men, beating up and kicking a smaller figure who I could tell was the
younger boy from the club. I yelled at them and the younger one just
looked at me and told me to get lost.

I'm good with my hands, thanks to company training but I couldn't have
taken all three of them. I looked around and beside me, leaning against
the wall, was a 2m piece of hollow steel pipe, threaded at both ends. You
probably haven't done much plumbing but if you use a new tool to cut
those threads it leaves them practically razor sharp, the same with the
ends of the pipe. Now, at the club I had smoked a large amount of weed,
it has a time dilation effect. In addition, right before I had left this
friend and I had done a considerable amount of cocaine. So, here I am,
standing there, with enough cocaine in me that I felt I could have
climbed the wall like Spiderman and my new friend, this steel pipe
quarterstaff.

I am into Renaissance fairs and I was the chess guy. I'd be dressed in
costume and playing up to 16 people at the same time. They'd pay $3 and
get a prize if they beat me, they also got a booby prize if I beat them.
As part of the "show" I would, on occasion, have an armed thief type
come in and try to rob me. My weapon was a quarterstaff. I had spent
weeks learning how to use it and I was pretty good. Now, this was not
like the usual quarterstaff, it weighed more obviously since it was made
of steel but the weight made no difference to me in my condition.

I picked up that pipe and twirled the thing like a baton almost. I think
I even giggled at how light it was. Adrenaline is a wonderful thing
chemically enhanced. Cute guy aka Thug #1 came towards me, I flicked the
pipe, hit him in the head softly and he lost interest. Thug #2 pulls out
a knife and charged at me, he didn't have a shirt on, just a vest.
Charged at a guy who has a 7' very sharp at the end steel pipe. I met his
charge with a thrust and pipe went through the soft section of his body,
I'm not sure what stopped it, probably his spine. In any event, he must
have passed out immediately, I never heard him scream. Thug #3 wasn't
leaving. I thought he was reaching into his pocket, or near his waist. My
mind, always being paranoid, assumed he had a gun.

I had both time dilation and incredible speed and quickness going, that
pipe I swear felt like a matchstick, not the 30lbs or so that it was and
I reacted as if he was going to kill me. The pipe met his head with all
the force I could muster and his head gave way. There were pieces of his
head flying all over the fucking place. I went to the boy, they had
broken one of his legs. He asked me to carry him to his father's place,
which was right around the corner. He even had the sense to tell me to
bring the pipe but I wasn't letting go of it anyway, there might be more
of these attackers around. I used it as a walking stick to help me with
his weight and balance.

We got to the canal house, he buzzed and as soon as someone answered it
was a torrent of Dutch language. I didn't pick up a single word obviously
since I didn't speak Dutch. I didn't notice it at the time, not until
later but whatever the boy told them, nobody wanted to try to relieve me
of that pipe or the boy. I was covered in blood, other peoples of course
and not mine, along with bits of other stuff as you can imagine with a
swinging pipe and an exploded head. I still had the adrenaline going, I
wasn't even feeling the boy's weight. He was barely 100lbs anyway. We
both went in a room together and in less time than you can imagine the
men in the house were organized and had retrieved all the guys from the
alley. In my head I called them thugs #1, #2, and #3 but the first guy I
had a hard time thinking of as a thug, I suppose because he was so cute
and young looking.

The boy and I were escorted into a room and I saw a couch and laid him
down on it. I could tell his leg was killing him, I didn't have anything
to help and I didn't speak Dutch. I just looked at him as he peered up at
me.

"I don't speak Dutch, I'm sorry. I wish I could help your leg, I hate to
see someone in pain" I told him. My voice was a little strange sounding
to me. I think at some point I had released my ki with a scream I
suppose, even though I didn't recall it. You sometimes do it just to
disconcert an enemy, even if you're not using karate. I had forgotten
that the boy spoke to me in English in the alley.

"I'm Peter" he said and he started to cry. I held him as best I could, he
was crying on my shoulder and he controlled himself in about 30 seconds.
"I think you saved my life, they just attacked me for no reason." His
English was perfect. He raised his head up to look at me and I noticed
some blood on his face. I could have sworn there was no blood there
before.

"Are you hurt besides your leg? You have some blood on your face" I
asked.

"No, just my leg and my ribs hurt too." Peter said.

After this we just sat and talked for about 10 minutes, I told him I had
seen him at the disco and was so disappointed when he left that I decided
to leave too. We both agreed it was a good thing that I had found him so
attractive that nobody else would do.

A man came in the room and ran to Peter. He gave me a really strange look
on the way by me. He and Peter hugged and there was a rapid exchange
between then in Dutch with many looks at me, the pipe, me again, then
back to the boy's leg and ribs.

I had backed off when the man came in and was sitting in a chair just
watching the reunion.

The man came over and looked at me. "Are you injured in any way?" he
asked, he had the British accent that a lot of Dutch English speakers
get.

"No, thank you. I'm fine, none of them touched me." and again I got a
strange look.

"Thank you for saving my son's life" he said, with a catch in his throat.

"You're welcome. I would do it again any time" and I heard another
"Thanks" from the boy's direction and I just smiled at him.

He asked if I would remain here with his son until a doctor arrived and
about 20 minutes later a doctor and two assistants came in. Again I got
such strange looks, I wondered what the hell was going on? I mean I know
I'm  an American and yes my arms and clothes are bloody but the weird
looks all came after they looked at my face. They came to me first and
asked what my injuries were, when I told them none off they went to the
boy. They set his leg temporarily, they were speaking in Dutch but the
boy talked back to them in English so they all followed suit. They didn't
want him leaving the house now, they were going to wait for daylight to
move him to a hospital to get the leg set.

"Are you sure you're okay?" the doctor asked once more.

I felt fine except that my cocaine buzz is wearing off. My arms were
really tired, I had seriously overused them wielding the pipe, the
quarterstaff I trained with didn't weigh 30+ pounds like the steel pipe.
They were so solicitous that I finally just told them unless they had
some cocaine I didn't need anything and the boy actually laughed out loud
as the doctor and assistants left.

The interior of this house really sounded like there were herds of
buffalo stampeding throughout it. You'd hear a huge amount of very heavy
footsteps, then silence, then more footsteps.

"Are you okay?" I asked Peter. "Did they give you something for pain?"

"Yeah, I barely feel the leg now, or the ribs. Can you sit with me?"

I had been pacing around I suppose, the longer I stayed in the room the
smaller it seemed. I sat beside the boy and he took my hand.

"Don't worry Ryan, it's all okay now" and I had to give in to his smile.
I relaxed for the first time since I picked up the pipe.

The next guy entering the room just came in and dropped a small bag on
the table "The doctor sent this for you" and it was cocaine. I laughed
and Peter asked what was up so I showed him the drugs and he laughed
also. I did two lines, this was prime cocaine, I was back to Spiderman,
or Hulk, or all the super heroes again in about 30 seconds. Peter wanted
some too so he did a small amount.

The man came back an hour later. He looked really pissed off and he
looked dangerous. I recognize those types of looks, I see them a lot in
the business I'm in, I even have those looks myself on occasion when
something makes me mad.

"We have spoken with one of the men" he said. "They were sent here to
kill my son, as a warning to me about a drug deal."

"I'm glad they didn't succeed. I only met your son after I disabled the
people attacking him and he's a nice guy" I smiled at him and Peter and
got a smile back from Peter.

"Disabled?" and he snorted "Disabled? We had to scrape pieces of the one
guys brains off the walls and sidewalks and another guy had a 5cm hole in
his stomach" and he laughed a little bit.

I was high as fuck, it all seemed amusing to me so I laughed too. "I
guess then the cute guy was still able to talk"

"Yeah, he talked alright"

The man and I talked for awhile. He told me about his profession, he was
the underboss of the Amsterdam organized criminal group. I told him it
was an honored profession and after another 30 minutes of conversation I
had agreed to join with his organization. I knew that the people in the
Company would be elated that I had an in, criminal elements have been
used by the USA since WW2 when we used the Mafia to keep the docks free
from sabotage and spies. We discussed how things worked in the USA, all I
knew was from mob movies, it turns out their group ran almost the same
way. They had the leader and his underboss (the man I was talking with)
the intimates (that's what they called made men) and the associates. He
told me I was coming in as an intimate level person, that I had no real
responsibilities unless I wanted them and I'd get a weekly stipend and
other benefits. I thanked him for his generosity, he told me that nothing
could ever repay me for saving Peter.

"Yeah!" I heard after the man's comment. I had been concentrating so much
on the conversation I forgot Peter was still there. "By the way, this is
my dad Gerry" Peter said.

Gerry looked a little weird. "Man, Ryan, I am sorry. I completely forgot
to introduce myself to you"

"It's all good" I laughed.

Anyway, his father was the #2 man in organized crime in Amsterdam. After
"questioning" the surviving member they found out they were planning to
kill the kid. It was all about some drug deal that a Rotterdam crew felt
they weren't getting a proper piece of, even though it had been agreed
upon long before. Now we come to the more questionable period in this
situation.

Gerry asked me my sizes for stuff, he told me that the clothes had to go.
I could see stuff all over me, blood and other stuff so I stripped and
gave him the clothes, he came back with a complete set of clothes soon
after. I was still naked and he told me there could be an issue with the
last guy. When I asked what he told me to just come talk to him myself.
He suggested I not get dressed until I had talked to the other thug. I
shrugged, I had no issues going naked, I liked my body.

I walked to the basement room. Remember, I'm going through the house
totally fucking naked with a pair of flip flops on. Every time my path
crossed with someone I got a strange look. I could understand the look
now because I was naked but that wasn't why I got the strange looks, as I
found out later. I knew I was spotted with blood, etc on my arms but that
didn't register to me as the reason people were staring. Peter and his
dad never mentioned exactly what the potential problem was. I was given a
wide berth in the hallways when we met someone. To be honest I think
everyone was a little scared of me. My reputation for killing people with
a piece of pipe had traveled before me.

They had this guy in a metal chair with most of the bottom missing. He
was totally naked and was strapped into the chair, his legs spread apart
and everything on display. He did have some facial injuries, I knew they
didn't happen from me, evidently that's how they got the information from
him. There were two bodies on tables in the basement and this guy was
able to see them. When the guy looked at me he first snarled a little,
then he yelled in fright.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked him.

"You're sick" he said, he was almost whimpering.

"I have no time for this. Why am I sick? You're the ones trying to kill a
kid"

"You've got stuff all over your face. Blood, hair, looks like bone even."

I couldn't find a fucking mirror but if that's true now I know why people
were staring at me. There were a couple of men in the basement. One of
them introduced himself as Jeroen and I asked for something to clean up
with and he got me hot water and rags and I cleaned off my face. I was so
high I didn't even realize all this crap was on me. Once I got cleaned up
(I asked Jeroen if I got it all) I went back to strapped in guy.

"Better now? I had no idea it was all over me"

"I'm going to kill you when I get out of here" he said to me. I think I
realized then it was up to me to kill him, that's why they wanted me to
come talk to him.

Okay, let's see. He's tried to kill the underbosses son, he's strapped to
a chair and can't move a muscle and he's threatening me? As I found out
later death was exceedingly rare in the Dutch criminal underworld and he
fully expected to get released after the Rotterdam people paid for the
"inconvenience" caused. I went over to the other guys who had helped
strip him. I looked around and couldn't find what I needed, I just wanted
a nice electric cord so I could strangle him. "Do you have a garrote?" I
asked one of the men and he left.

The main guy, Gerry, came in and gave me a really professional grade
garrote, piano wire with wooden handles. It was made with one of the
higher pitched note wires, so really thin. There were workman's leather
gloves to protect me from accidentally cutting my own self. I carried the
items and went back the room with the guy, hiding it all behind me. I
really just wanted an electrical cord but fuck it, I wasn't going to act
like I minded what would happen when I used this. I'm usually a bit OCD
and this was going to cause me anxiety with blood all over me, or would
have had I not been wasted out of my head.

"You're so fucking cute, I'd much rather be in bed with you than in this
basement" I thought to myself but evidently I said it aloud.

"Fuck off. No chance" he snarled.

I looked at his personal effects. There was a driver's license and a few
pictures of a boy who looked around 10 or so. I was surprised when I
looked at his information that he was 35 years old. I would have sworn he
was only 20 at the most.

"Who's the boy?" I asked him.

"That's my son" he said, proudly. I wondered to myself, what could I
do? Should I drag this out or just kill him quickly.

"How old is he? 10?"

"He's 14, that's an older picture"

"Prime age for fucking"

The guy yelled at me "Touch him and I'll kill you!"

I called out for Jeroen who was at the doorway.

"Yes, sir?"

"Go get this guy's kid" and Jeroen nodded and started to leave.

"Please, don't do this. He's innocent" the guy begged.

"What's it worth to you?"

"Anything. I won't kill you, I swear"

"How about I blow you?"

"Yeah, anything man"

I went to the door and Jeroen was still there. Obviously we weren't gonna
go get this man's son, we had some morals. Not like their crew, willing
to kill an innocent kid. I went back to the cute guy in the chair.

I tapped out some cocaine on my finger and held it under his nose.

"It's cocaine, sniff it up" and he did. I gave him two more lines and I
could see it hit him. His face turned a little redder, so did his chest.
I reached down and fondled his nuts and his dick started to fill out, get
hard.

"You want me to suck your dick?" I asked him.

"Yeah, man, please. Suck me" he answered.

He had a decent enough dick. Maybe a little over 6", he was cut though,
that was unusual for the Netherlands. I knew I was gonna kill him but I
wanted some cum first and man, he was so fucking cute. I rubbed one
finger across his hole while I played with his nuts and I could tell he
was a virgin. I was tempted to throw a fuck in him but I wanted cum too
much to waste time.

I got down on my knees and sucked his dick in my mouth, my tongue going
all over it. The guy moaned as I did this and I felt his legs flex as I
took him in all the way. I started to move up and down, slowly at first
but picking up speed. I wanted his sperm and I wanted it fast. The
cocaine must have been really working on him, for a straight guy who
fucks pussy his dick was sure acting like he was ready to shoot after
just two minutes.

I sucked as hard as I could on his dick, keeping my tongue in motion and
slamming my face down to his pubes. I could taste some precum and that
little taste made me want more. He was just moving his head side to side
as I sucked.

"Damn you're the best cocksucker I ever had. Better than any woman" and
I almost smiled at the compliment. I felt his body tense up, his dick
enlarge and get hard as steel and then he shot. Once, twice, his dick
just kept spurting. My mouth was filling up but I couldn't really swallow
this way so I took him into my throat and let him shoot the rest right
into my stomach.

Finally his dick stopped throbbing and I let him out of my mouth. His cum
tasted really fucking good, he wasn't much of a druggie, or a drinker or
smoker. No bitterness at all.

"Nice load" I said. "Very tasty, wish we had met under different
circumstances"

He was panting a little from the cocaine enhanced orgasm.

"When are they going to let me go?" he asked.

"Let you go? They aren't going to let you go"

"What? Why would they hold me?"

"Listen, you tried to kill an innocent boy and, even worse, you attacked
me. Did you really expect me to just let you leave?" I walked behind him
as I said this and picked up the garrote.

"You're gonna kill me, aren't you?" he asked and his voice quavered. I
guess he finally realized the truth.

"If you have a god, pray" I told him and I gave him 30 seconds before I
acted. I wasn't upset about having to do this, I was just sad that
someone this young made such a stupid choice. Piano wire that thin is a
real fucking mess. I practically decapitated him when I pulled as hard as
I could with my cocaine augmented strength and there was blood almost to
the ceiling. I called Jeroen in and he and another guy hosed me down and
washed me off, I had his blood from my head to my feet. Then they brought
in my clothes and I got dressed and went back to where Peter was, did
some more cocaine and he and I just talked.

I never did have sex with Peter even though it was offered that night and
other nights. That would have been a conflict of interest. Gerry came in
and thanked me for solving their problem. Evidently casual violence, like
beating up someone who owed money, was okay but nobody in the entire
group had ever killed anyone. So he was thanking me for killing this last
guy so nobody there had to do it. Later on I found they hired German
gangsters to take out the Rotterdam leaders that sanctioned the attack on
his kid and that was completed before I finished up the last guy here.

So, obviously I don't feel bad about the first two guys who died. They
attacked me, they deserved it. It was different though with the last one.
He wasn't an actual threat, at the time. I think it's more that he was so
cute, so young looking. If he'd been ugly and older would I have had
regrets? Probably not. I actually had a bit of temporary PTSD where I
could see the blood but thankfully that passed quickly. So, happy fucking
28th birthday to me. Not what I had in mind when I went out the night
before.

Now you know how I got my entry into organized crime. Some of the
benefits? All the drugs I wanted, free. The dance club was run by another
intimate, I would get the drugs from him. He had kilo bags of uncut
cocaine, if I asked for some he just filled up a baggie.

By the time I cut it to usable strength there was enough for the entire
club. I'd make a large spiral design on a table and just leave a 100
guilder note, rolled up and taped and people would just come to the
table, sniff up what they wanted and leave the rest. I got so much
respect when I was anywhere. At times I thought they must have put out a
little photo card saying "Make this guy happy he kills people" or
something.

Even normal restaurants and bars seemed to know who I was. I loved this
restaurant called Gauchos. It was a steak place, Argentinian beef, cut to
the size you wanted and then cooked. I never had to pay, I assumed they
knew of me because they were right beside the Blue Boy club which was the
older guy brothel and had been told about me after I had been seen eating
there.

One last thing, to give this part of the story a bit of an amusing
ending. Gerry used to ask me occasionally to go in to a place and
introduce myself to someone (he'd give me a name) and then just walk out.
I could get people to pay up even when I didn't know what I was there
for. I kinda knew I was being used as a threat and it was fine with me. I
never actually had to do anything ever again except when a client hurt a
boy when I was in town.

Now to the more fun part of the adventure. With the entry into organized
crime at such a high level I acquired a lot of information about the gay
scene in Amsterdam. For one thing I found out that they controlled two of
the boy brothels in the city and were paid protection money by the other
two. I was 28 so I hadn't had to use the brothels, there was still enough
freebies for the types of boys I wanted but I have to admit I was
intrigued.

One of the brothels was called "Boys 4 Men". Now that was a very subtle
business name if I ever saw one. I had talked to Gerry about the brothels
and he encouraged me to go check them both out. The other was called "De
Boys" on Amstel, near the dance club. So I decided to drop in, see what
was on offer. I really had no idea what the word "boy" meant in the
business name. I mean lots of guys called themselves boys even when they
were 20+ years old. I grabbed some cocaine and weed and wandered over to
Boys 4 Men, it was close to another restaurant that I liked to eat at so
I found it easily. I had gotten my first weekly pay, Gerry gave me just
under 4,000 guilders, in cash of course.

I didn't expect a big sign or anything but there was a 12"x12" plaque
beside the door with the name and a bell under it to buzz in with. I
pressed the bell and in about 20 seconds I heard steps, then the door
opened.

"Hi, welcome to Boys 4 Men" the boy said, with a big smile. I did say
boy, I meant boy too. Not like prepubescent or anything but he wasn't
graduating high school any time soon either.

"Thanks, umm, I'm Ryan" I said, introducing myself. I had no idea if
Gerry or anyone had told them I might drop by so I thought I'd give my
name. The boy looked at me a little closer when he heard the name.

"I'm Pieter" he said and he hugged me. "Come on up!"

Pieter was very cute, he was 5'5" and had longish blond hair, blue eyes.
Beautiful skin and smile. As he walked in front of me I admired his ass
too, his pants were tight and each step up showed the opposite cheek
clearly.

It was probably 25 steps to the next level, practically straight up. This
was for sure not a handicapped friendly establishment. The stairs were
narrow too, not hardly 3' wide. As we got to the top and rounded the
corner we were in the bar area. I'm not sure how many have been to a
brothel in Amsterdam so let me describe it.

We entered near the back wall of the room, straight across from us and
along the far wall was a bar with about 6 stools. There were a couple of
men sitting there, one had a boy next to him, the other one was alone.
Along the wall beside us, on both sides, there were small couches. Each
couch had at least one boy on it, two on some of them. There was another
couch on the wall opposite where we entered, more boys and as we walked
in I saw a very small stage in the other corner. There was music playing
and a few tvs with porn videos going.

As I neared the bar a man, well I'll say man but he looked no older than
early 20's came out and walked up to me.

"Ryan, welcome to Boys 4 Men" and I thought, for just a moment as we
shook hands, that he was going to kiss my hand. "I am Dave" and I
pulled him in for a quick hug. I wondered how Dave knew my name, it
didn't really occur to me that the powers that be had probably given my
name and picture to everyone at all the clubs.

"Thanks for the welcome Dave" I said, smiling at the guy. I could
almost call him a boy, he looked boyish enough. Dave made a motion and
the music level diminished, then he said something in Dutch. As he
started there wasn't much interest, by the time he finished he had
everyone's attention, even the two men at the bar.

Every boy in the place got up and came over to me, even the one who had
been sitting with a man at the bar. I was in the middle of a circle of
cuteness, there were some boys who might have been younger than Pieter,
most were his age or older.

Pieter was still by my side and one by one he introduced me to all the
boys. A couple of them did the European two cheeks and a peck on the lips
kiss, most just gave me a hug and a quick kiss, two of them tried to give
me some tongue too. I won't even try to repeat all the names, you'll just
hear about the ones that interested me.

"So, how does this all work Pieter?" I asked the boy who was still by
my side. I motioned him over to a couch, there was a boy on it but he got
up as Pieter and I sat down.

"Well, if there's a boy you like then you usually talk to them for a few
minutes and make sure you both like the same things" and he laughed "It
wouldn't do to pick a bottom boy if you wanted a top one" and he laughed
again.

I echoed his laugh. "Yeah, that wouldn't be too good. So after you've
decided he's the right boy then what?" I asked.

"You tell Dave and he gives you the room key and then the two of you go
off and have fun!" Pieter responded.

"So, let's practice okay?" and Pieter nodded. "What are you into
Pieter?" I asked

"I can do anything but I'm more a bottom than a top" he responded.

"How about other things like massage or kissing?"

"Yeah I love to kiss and touch the guys" Pieter said, grinning. "Some
guys aren't into kissing, there's a few straight boys here who really
don't ever do it"

"Are you straight? Gay? Bi?" I asked.

"I'm 100% gay, all the way" he said with another grin.

"Wait here a second" I told Pieter.

I walked over to the bar and Dave came right to me.

"Dave, I think I'd like a room and Pieter" I said, smiling.

"A really good choice" Dave answered.

Now, I haven't mentioned it before but the cost was 150 guilders for an
hour. I hadn't asked the price, didn't need to. There was a large sign
with prices right behind the bar. That included the boy, room, towels,
sheets, etc.

I went back to the couch and pulled Pieter up to his feet.

"You want to come to a room with me?" I asked the boy.

"Oh yeah" he said, hugging me. As he hugged me his hand just rested on
the bulge my dick was showing.

We walked back over to Dave and he gave Pieter the room key.

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked the boy.

"Could I have a Amstel draft?" he asked and I told Dave to give me two
of them. Then Pieter led me down a hallway with doors spaced out along
the side. We got to the end of the corridor and there were two more
doors, Pieter took me to the last door and opened it for me, motioning me
to enter before him.

The room was pretty large, it had a Jacuzzi tub plus a shower, sink and
toilet. More importantly, it had a king size bed, a mirror on the side
wall and mirrors on the ceiling too.

"This is the biggest room" Pieter said, laying the towels down on a
chair and walking to me. I sat the two beers down on the table and took
him in my arms as he got to me. I leaned down and smelled his hair and it
smelled good. The boy had some cologne on that just really not only
smelled good but it went to my dick immediately.

Pieter looked up at me and raised his head and our lips met in a soft
kiss. I felt his mouth open and I slid my tongue inside the boy's mouth.
I felt him arch up against me and just this quick my dick was as hard as
it could get. I pressed it hard into his stomach as we continued to kiss
and Pieter moaned into my mouth.

I broke off the kiss and smiled down at him. "You're making me crazy" I
said and he grinned at me. Then I picked him up and tossed him over my
shoulder and walked to the bed, swatting his cute little ass with each
step. I got a squeal with each smack and I could feel his hard dick
pressing against my shoulder.

I let the boy back down and looked at him, this time I know he saw the
lust in my eyes.

"Strip baby, show me what's under those clothes" I told him and the boy
took his shirt off, watching me the whole time. His hair was long enough
where it bunched up under the shirt and then fell back down partially
over his face. The disheveled look made him even sexier to me and
standing there, smooth chest glowing in the light, he looked so innocent.
The boy kicked off his shoes, then took his socks off and his feet were
cute too, they were smaller than mine. Maybe size 9 at the most.

His hands went to his pants and I watched as he unsnapped them, then let
them shimmy off down his legs, raising each foot up to take them off. Now
he was there in front of me in just these cute red minibriefs. Not quite
a speedo, certainly not a full pair of briefs though either.

As his fingers went to those red underwear I raised my hand.

"Come here, let me do that" I said, my voice huskier with the lust I
was feeling. He came forward, letting my hands guide him and when I
stopped him his crotch was no more than a few inches from my face. I
could clearly see the outline of his hard dick, there was even a tiny wet
spot at the head, this was exciting him enough that he had precum. I
leaned forward and put my face on the boy's cloth covered dick and
sniffed, getting a good sense of how he smelled.

His dick against my face was so hot and the smell he had, it was just
pure sex. I hooked my fingers in his briefs and pulled them away from his
body and lowered them until his dick fell against my face. He was
circumcised and about 5.5". Normal thickness for that age and dick size.
Totally edible for sure. Now it was time to see the real prize though and
I slowly turned the boy around until his ass came into view.

I felt my breath catch, his ass was perfect. Rounded just a little, not a
blemish on it. I couldn't resist and I put a hand on each cheek and
rubbed gently. Pieter was looking over his shoulder at me and as I did
this the boy moaned. I leaned in and kissed him softly on each cheek
before standing up in front of him.

I saw Pieter look at the front of my pants. My dick was hard and it
looked like I was about to explode out the front of those tight corduroy
pants. I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and pushed Pieter to
his knees.

"Finish stripping me" I told him and he jumped to obey. I felt his
hands on my feet and he took off each sock, then reached up and
unbuttoned my pants, then unzipped them and slowly pulled them off. My
pants didn't just fall down, they were too tight for that but the boy got
them down and lifted my feet up and got the pants off me.

I had on normal sized gray boxer briefs and I thought I saw his hands
shake just a little as he put his fingers in the top and pulled them away
and then down, letting my dick come into view. I have 7" of prime cut
dick, thicker than average but not beercan sized thankfully. I was too
hard to flop on his face, instead my dick slapped up against my belly as
he again lifted my feet and removed the underwear.

"May I suck you?" he asked and I smiled at the boy and nodded. The
boy's hot little hand grabbed my dick and I felt his tongue lick all
around it, gathering the precum I had been leaking since getting him in
the room. He opened his mouth wide and took 5" of me in to start. I felt
his lips tighten against me and he started to move his face, making my
dick go in and out of his mouth.

He applied suction, then a little more and I rubbed his head as the boy
pleasured my dick. He was a real honest cocksucker, he was loving what he
was doing. I wondered if all the boys in here were as good as Pieter in
sucking a dick, if so I might try every one of them.

I waited a few minutes but I wanted in on the action too, his 5.5" dick
was so hard and it was calling to my mouth. Plus I wanted to check that
ass out, see if I could fuck him.

"Come up here and kiss me" I said to Pieter, pulling him slowly off my
dick. He gave it a last lick and then he kept moving up, raising his lips
to mine. I picked him up off the floor as my tongue invaded his mouth,
crushing the boy to me. I just ravaged his mouth, he had gotten me so
hot, it was incredible.

I mean I just had sex yesterday but it was nothing like this. Either this
boy was a great actor or he was really into me. I picked him up off the
floor and came to the edge of the bed and tossed him halfway across.
Before he could finish bouncing I was on him, pinning him down with my
weight and strength. I looked down at his blue eyes and grinned at him.

"My turn to taste you baby" I said and I slithered down his body until
my face was even with his dick. The head of his dick just glistened with
precum and he was so hard and I couldn't wait. I grabbed his dick in my
hand, opened my mouth wide and took him down to the pubes. The head of
his dick just tickled the back of my throat, it was like the perfect size
if you were a weren't good at deep throat. I wasn't an expert at that but
his dick, man I loved how it felt touching the entrance to my throat.

"Oh man, oh Ryan" Pieter moaned as I fucked my own face with his dick.
I could taste the boy's precum, it was almost sweet to my tongue and it
just dribbled out of his dick as I kept on moving fast. I could see his
legs tensing up, I hoped that meant he was feeling the need to cum. Even
his dick was getting harder, fatter, as my face fucking went on for a
couple of minutes.

"Ryan, oh god I'm gonna cum if you keep doing this" he moaned, his
hands tangled in my hair. I slurped on his dick once more and then let it
out of my mouth, it splatted wetly against his stomach. I pulled the boy
on top of me and looked in his eyes. He was a little sweaty now from the
sex, that made him hotter.

"Are you having fun baby?" I asked.

"Yeah, lots of fun" and he giggled "how about you?"

"Lots of fun" I said and I kissed him again. "Turn around, let me see
that ass and you can suck me some more" and Pieter got into position. I
felt my dick enter that hot wet mouth of his and it felt really good. In
this position he took more of my dick, he got in maybe 6" before he'd
gag on it.

I had his ass now in my face and it was so nice. I ran my hands over his
cheeks and I slowly pulled them apart, revealing his hole to me. He was
no virgin that's for sure but his hole was still nice and pink, if a bit
bruised. He had no odor at all and I just leaned in and stuck my tongue
right up his ass.

Pieter squealed as my tongue forced it's way into him and I felt him slam
his face down on my dick and I slid right in his throat. He just left his
face there for a few seconds as I started to tongue fuck his ass and I
felt him gag and he pulled off, saliva dripping from his mouth down over
my nuts.

I kept at his ass, I could feel him loosening up the more my tongue moved
in and out and I just had to have him.

"Where's the lube baby?" I asked Pieter and he left my dick and went to
the side table where he pulled out the lube and a condom. "No condom,
toss it back in the drawer" and the boy gave me no argument, he did as I
told him. I grabbed him and put him on his hands and knees and I put the
lube on a finger and slowly pushed it into his ass.

He was still really tight feeling, even to one finger. I spread the lube
around as I slowly fucked the finger in and out and the boy just moaned.

"Fuck me Ryan, fuck me" he said and I lubed my dick and got behind
Pieter.

"You want it, you got it" and I pushed past the resistance of his hole
and buried my dick in his ass to the hilt. The boy's breath hissed out of
him as my dick went deeper and as I reached bottom I felt him press his
ass back against my pubes.

"Yeah, its good Ryan, fuck me" Pieter moaned.

I started to move slowly but in about 30 seconds I had a stranglehold on
the boy's hips and I was just slamming my dick in and out. His ass felt
so good wrapped around my hard dick. I started a little swivel motion and
Pieter moaned even louder. I tried to tell when I hit the boy's prostate
by watching how he reacted and I saw what I wanted.

From then on I just mauled his prostate as I took my pleasure in that
ass. I put my hands on the boy's shoulders to get even more pull and I
made sure he felt every inch of my 7" dick each thrust. I took a hand
and reached to a nipple and twisted it a little, feeling it get rock hard
in my fingers.

Pieter wasn't talking now, he was just moaning as I kept up the assault
on his tender little ass. Minute after minute went by with me penetrating
the submissive kid faster and harder as I went. After 15 minutes of just
solid fast and hard fucking I felt my orgasm start to build.

"I'm gonna cum so deep in your ass you can taste it Pieter" I hissed at
him.

"Yeah, breed me, knock me up" Pieter said, looking back over his
shoulder at me with a look of total lust on his face. I reached down and
grabbed his hard leaking dick tightly in my hand and started to jerk the
kid off at the same speed I was fucking him. I felt his dick flexing each
time I ran my dick over his prostate and then I knew he was real close.

"I'm gonna cum" Pieter yelled and as he shot I caught some on my hand
and brought it to my face. I licked my fingers and the almost sweet taste
of the boy unlocked my own orgasm and I rammed my dick in as hard as I
could and shot deep inside him. Over and over I shot, each shot delivered
with a hard thrust.

Pieter's orgasm was still going on, there was just a dribble of sperm
leaking out of his dick now, as I finished up filling his ass with my own
sperm. I leaned down and covered his body with mine, adding more weight
but not trying to force him to the bed. When I felt him start to tremble
I rolled him on his side, leaving my dick inside him.

"Damn Pieter, that was one serious fuck" I said, kissing the back of
his sweaty neck. He turned to look sideways at me.

"You really gave it to me and I loved every fucking bit of it" he said,
grinning.

"Not sure I wanna take my dick out of you" I said, grinning back.

"Whatever you wanna do, that's what I want" he replied.

I felt my dick start to soften so I pulled out of him and turned him to
face me. I drug him back on top of me and softly kissed him. The boy's
lips felt like silk to me, for just a moment I was tempted to go for
round two but I had a few things I needed to do this evening.

We lay there about 10 minutes, breathing each other's air, kissing once
in awhile.

"Let's get a shower" and I got up, giving Pieter my hand to help him up
from the bed. The shower was great, the boy washed me thoroughly and I
did the same back. I even stuck fingers up his ass to clean him out, even
though I assumed he'd go douche before the next client wanted him.

It felt like we had been in here forever, that's how good it was but we
had only been in about 45 minutes. Our beers were warm now so we poured
them out and Pieter started to strip the bed and make it for the next
boy. I helped him make the bed and we both looked around, to make sure
the room was clean.

I reached in my pocket and got out 200 guilders and gave it to Pieter.

"Wow, that's a lot. I had such a great time I almost feel guilty taking
your money" and he giggled and stuffed it in his pocket.

I ruffled his hair and we wandered back to the bar, hand in hand. I went
up to the bar and motioned Dave over. There were no men in the bar but
there weren't as many boys either. So some might be in a room or on an
outcall.

"What do I owe?" I asked.

"Nothing" Dave replied. "Anything you want here is on the house"

"What about Pieter's share?"

"We'll give him his 75 guilders from the till"

"Okay, just wanted to make sure Pieter got his money. He was worth it"
and both Dave and I laughed.

"Where do these boys go when the club closes?" I asked Dave.

"A few of them have their own apartment but most of them sleep here.
When the club closes they go out and come back in a group. They call
first and one of the boys who didn't go out lets them in"

"I want you to translate something for me to the ones who can't speak
English" and Dave nodded.

"Hello all you beautiful boys. I'm Ryan and tonight, from 2am on, I'll
be at Gay Life. If you wish to come by I'll buy your drinks and furnish
some weed" and as I finished up a bunch of the boys came up and hugged
me.

I heard most of them say "I'll be there" including Pieter.

"You come also, if you want. No pressure" I told Dave.

"We'll come as a group" Dave said.

That night was great. The brothel closed at 3am and it wasn't a busy
night so at 201am Dave closed up and they all headed to meet me. It was
like an invasion, 16 boys and Dave all showing up at once. I told the
bartender to give them whatever they wanted, since one of the intimates
ran this place I could just run up any size bill and not worry about it.

By 4am we were all pretty much drunk and wasted on weed too. I think I
danced with everyone there, sometimes two at a time. I have to admit it
was great having all those cute boys fawning over me, even if I did know
why they were doing it. I mean the entire industry of prostitution is
build on a fantasy, only time will tell which of them really meant it.

I was starting to get tired so I gathered the boys around me.

"I think I'm about ready to go. So I'm sure I'll see you all again real
soon"

"No, it's too early!" this one boy said. "Come back to the club and
we'll party some more!" I saw other boys nodding, even Dave was nodding
yes. "We can have our own little disco"

"Don't you boys have something better to do than hang around with me?"
I said, laughing.

They all gathered around me. "Nothing better than getting to know you
and having fun" another boy said.

"Okay, okay, I'm outvoted. I'll come with you, let's get some taxis"
and the boys cheered. As we came out of the club and went to the nearest
taxi stand it was empty. "I guess we walk?" and everyone laughed and
off we went. It really wasn't far to the club, there are so many little
alleys that connect the main streets that you can easily get to anywhere
quickly.

I knew the city pretty well but I wasn't leading the group, two other
boys were up front and we just followed them. I could tell they were
going the right way so I may as well just let them lead. We passed other
people, some single, some pairs, some others in groups but we had
everyone outnumbered.

Not that I expected any trouble, Amsterdam was the only city in the world
that I'd never think twice about walking alone through deserted streets
and alleys. If you did meet others, you smiled, they smiled and that was
it. As we passed down Korte Kolksteeg on the way to Spui I saw that Assan
was still in Magnolia. The shop was closed but he must have been taking
inventory.

I waved at him and he came to the door.

"You have quite a group there Ryan" he said, with a Turkish accent.

"Loan me some weed until tomorrow, I'll replace it then" I asked and
Assan went back and brought me 20 of the 5 gram packs of various weeds.

"Here you go my friend" Assan said and we were friends. I was in there
one day when one of his girls were working and two drunk Brits had come
in and started harassing her. They were both big guys but since they were
drunk I had no problems evicting them from the premises with a warning
they'd end up in the canal if I ever saw them again.

The club was across the street from the Magnolia and three buildings down
and Dave unlocked the door and it was a drunken rush to the top of the
stairs. I decided to go last since a lot of the boys were way too drunk
and falling up the stairs. We all went into the bar section and one of
the boys turned on the music, loud. We started dancing and the boys began
to strip off clothes.

After maybe 10 minutes three more boys in just underwear wandered in from
the back. They looked all out of sorts to start, then they saw Dave was
there and I was there and then they just stayed to party. I had dropped
all the packs of weed on the bar and told the boys to use whatever they
wanted.

By the time 15 minutes had passed everybody in the place was down to just
their underwear. Even Dave had stripped to his underwear and he looked
really good. A few of the boys came to me and started to undress me. I
had used some Sativa and it had started to wake my ass up so I certainly
didn't resist.

One of the boys danced up to me and rubbed against me. I could see his
dick was about half hard, mine was soft but I got hard as he rubbed me.
It was so hot, I loved the feelings. The boy left, another one took his
place. I noticed this boy was totally naked and totally hard. He was one
of the older guys, almost my height and he had a 8" dick, bigger than
mine for sure.

He put his arms around me and started to hump me, his dick rubbing
against my stomach. I felt it against my own hard dick, my underwear was
still on. Another boy came up behind me and I felt his hands at the top
of my underwear and he started to take them off me. The tall boy was
kissing me and I just let things go, it felt better with my naked hard
dick against the other guy.

"What's your name?" I asked the boy, leaning so my lips were at his
ear.

"I'm Stevie" he answered, thrusting against me again. While he was
close to my height he wasn't near my weight so I just lifted him a couple
of inches off the ground and put a hand on his ass and pulled him tight
against me.

"So Stevie, what do you have in mind?" I whispered, still holding him
tight against me.

"I'm so horny man, I haven't gotten off in 2 days" Stevie responded.

"You wanna get off?"

"Fuck yeah"

"How do you want to do it?"

"Any way you want, I just need to cum"

The boy was still at my back and I turned to look at him. He was another
of the older guys, about 5'10" tall. Totally Dutch, round face, blond
hair, blue eyes. A nice 7" uncut dick. I looked around the room and
everyone was naked now and hard. From the youngest of the boys, to
Carsten who was the oldest.

All of them, even if they were with a different boy, were watching me
with Stevie and the as yet still unnamed boy in back of me. Dave was
close by also, watching. He was really hot naked, he had such a tight
body. Muscular without being gross, you could count the 6 abs easily and
there was the outline of two more. His dick was a nice 7" one also.

I let my eyes wander around the room and I smiled at each of the boys.
Suddenly I'm in slut mode and it was like a switch was thrown, I had no
idea it was coming but as I felt the boy's hard dick poking my ass and
back, and Stevie's against my own, I wanted everyone's dick in me
somewhere.

"Dave, where's the lube?" I asked and he went behind the bar and got it
and brought it over to me. I leaned over and kissed him and felt his hard
dick, it throbbed as I held it tight. "I think I'm gonna need a bed but
I don't wanna go to the bedroom, can you bring one in here?" and Dave
smiled, nodded, kissed me back and took two boys and left.

"Look what I have" I said, loud enough that both Stevie and the boy
behind me heard it. "Where should I use it?"

"You wanna get fucked, don't you?" Stevie said. I think this boy is a
great fucking hustler. Somehow he knew what I wanted without my telling
him. He's damn good at reading body language, facial expressions. I had
luckily cleaned myself out today. I wasn't sure what I was going to be
doing and I like to be prepared.

I had put Stevie down and he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up.
I was surprised, the boy had some serious strength in that skinny body.
He didn't appear to even be bothered that I was both taller and heavier
than he was. He lifted me enough that his dick went under my nuts and I
felt him thrusting between my legs.

"Yeah, I wanna get fucked. You up to it?" and I moaned as I felt his
fingers rub across my hole. The other boy added his fingers to Stevie's
and it was almost an overload. Dave and the other boys came in with the
mattress for a queen size bed and tossed it down in the center of the
room.

Stevie moved me towards the bed and, with the assistance of the other
boy, picked me up and put me on the bed on my hands and knees. Some of
the boys looked surprised to see this, I guess they assumed I was just a
top.

"You can have his mouth Dan, I'm getting some ass" Stevie told the
other boy.

Stevie took the lube and stuck a finger of it in me, then lubed his own
dick. I was too much in a fog to care, I wanted a dick. It had been a
long time since I'd had a guy with an 8" dick inside me and as I felt
the head of his dick touch my hole I arched my back up and Stevie started
to press inside me.

I felt his dick pop in my ass and I moaned. Dan was on his knees in front
of me, his 7" dick hard and ready and I opened my mouth. Dan pushed his
dick about halfway in my mouth at the same time that Stevie bottomed out
in my ass. Fuck it felt so good, those dicks were big and I swear it
almost felt like they'd meet in the middle. I sucked as hard as I could
and I clenched my ass tight to let Stevie know I wanted to get fucked.

The boys started to rhythmically fuck me, the same pace, they'd fuck into
me deep at the same time, pull out at the same time. It started to just
feel like one big dick in me, I lost track of who was where. My eyes were
totally closed and I felt Dan push in 6" of dick, hitting the entrance
to my throat. I usually would gag but I was so high that it didn't make
me gag at all and with that lack of protesting or gagging the next time
he thrust into my mouth he didn't stop until my lips were touching where
his pubes used to be.

He had shaved and the skin was so smooth, I thought I'd be choking but
the dick felt like it belonged in my throat and I swallowed just to feel
the head of it compress. I could hear him moaning above me and both he
and Stevie started to fuck me harder and faster. I could barely get a
breath now as he was just raping the hell out of my throat but it was
what I wanted and needed.

I felt someone else on the bed and a smaller hand touched my dick. I
hadn't even noticed but the abuse I was taking hadn't affected my hardon
at all, I was dripping precum all over the sheets. The boy's hand jerked
my dick a few times and then gripped it tight as he slid if up and off. I
could see him out of the corner of my eye, licking the precum off his
fingers.

Dan suddenly lunged forward, burying his dick down my throat and started
to cum. I could feel the hot sperm heading right to my stomach and I
moaned at the sensation. He pulled out after a few shots and I felt two
more shots of sperm fly across my tongue. He hadn't stopped his fucking
motions, each thrust put that dick right back into my now sperm lubed
throat.

He tasted so good, I savored the sperm he had shot across my tongue and I
felt him pull out and I kept my lips tight so I wouldn't lose any and he
moved back.

"You want more dick?" Dan asked.

I swallowed the sperm in my mouth and looked up at him.

"Everybody" I said and he yelled out something in Dutch and one of the
younger boys came over and shoved his 5" dick in my mouth. He held my
head tight and was like a rabbit, just fucking as fast as he could. I
could enjoy the taste of him better since he wasn't even reaching the
back of my throat.

I felt Stevie just jam his dick in all the way and I felt the wetness as
he came deep inside me. He just held his dick in as he kept shooting into
me, this boy had a huge load built up. He pulled out and immediately
another boy was there, pushing his lubed dick inside me.

This went on and on, boys would cum, then another boy took his place. My
mouth was free and I felt the boy in my ass getting ready to cum. I saw
Dave standing there, just watching the scene. His dick was hard and fuck,
I wanted it too.

"Dave, you wanna fuck me next?" I asked and he nodded yes and got a
grin on his face. The boy in my ass finished and pulled out and Dave took
his place. The last few dicks in my ass had been smaller ones, it felt
good to get that nice big dick inside me. Dave wasn't gentle with his
entry, or his fucking. He knew I was in total slut mode and he fucked me
like he was trying to kill me.

There were no boys left for my mouth and I just kept moaning as Dave
fucked. My ass had that tender feeling you get from lots of use but I
didn't want this to end, my mind was so much into taking dick that I
wished there were even more boys to use me. Dave started some crazy
twisting motion while he was fucking me and I felt my dick flex each
time.

I'd never had an orgasm just from being fucked, didn't think I could. I
saw Pieter crawl up on the bed. He grabbed a pillow and got under me and
using the pillow to raise his head, took my leaking dick in his hot
little mouth. Now I really did moan, Dave was just fucking me into
insensibility and Pieter was letting Dave fuck my dick all the way down
his throat each time.

I felt Pieter swallow each time my dick was in his throat and that
pressure on the head of my dick really started my orgasm.

"Oh fuck, man, I'm about to cum" I moaned and there were suddenly a
couple of boys jerking off in front of me. I felt Dave's dick expand and
even more sperm shot into my cum filled ass. As I felt him cum I yelled
and started to shoot in Pieter's mouth. The first shot came when  I was
down his throat and as he swallowed it I pulled out.

I shot over and over, the feelings from all that prostate massage were
incredible and then the two boys in front of my got right to my open
mouth and they came too. They were two of the middle boys so their sperm
had enough pressure to get to my wide open mouth and as Pieter swallowed
my sperm, I swallowed the cum from the two boys.

Nobody else approached me so I assumed everyone was satiated. I pulled
Pieter up from sucking on my dick and kissed him softly, tasting myself
on his tongue. I think I about passed out, I was holding Pieter tight and
I felt a blanket cover me and that's all I felt until I woke up around
10am. I was still holding Pieter, my dick hard against his ass.

I knew it was just a piss hardon, I didn't want to cum right now. My face
was sticky when I touched it from the dried sperm and when I touched my
hole I hissed. It was not really painful but it was tender. There was
dried cum everywhere. All down my nuts, on my ass cheeks, the bed
practically crinkled with the amount of sperm all the boys had shot
inside me.

Pieter moved a bit, then I squeezed him a bit tighter and he giggled.

"Are you okay?" he asked, turning to face me and giving me a kiss.

"Yeah, man, that was something else last night. I don't know what got
into me but I wanted all the dick I could get" I said.

"You definitely got all the dick we had" he said, with a giggle.

"I gotta piss" and Pieter nodded and we got up and went to the hall
bathroom. It had a shower so Pieter got us some towels and we took a long
shower. I had Pieter put his fingers in me to clean out any leftover
sperm. I didn't want to sit down and have a leaky ass. I did rise up on
my toes as his fingers entered me.

Dave had been asleep on a couch in the bar, across from the bed. When we
got back from our shower Dave was awake, stretching to get himself loose
after a night's sleep on a leather couch.

"Hey Dave, how's it going?" I asked.

"I'm good, how about you?" he responded.

"My ass is a little tender" I said, with a laugh.

"I bet so, do you have any idea how many times you were fucked?"

"Nope, no idea. 10?"

"I bet every boy in here fucked your ass. Quite a few did it twice.
Stevie, he was in your ass three times. Even Pieter there got a piece of
your ass" Dave said. I looked at Pieter and he blushed.

"Glad you had your turn" I said to Pieter, laughing and hugging him.

So the three of us went out and had pancakes and when we got back some of
the others were up and about. I had talked to Dave and Pieter, I was
going to just leave some money for everyone but they talked me out of it.
They said it would be insulting since the boys were the ones that
suggested we go to the club. I took their word for it. I did leave the
weed behind though and after picking up enough to repay Assan I was free
for the day.

You can imagine what I did next. I went to Gerry and asked if I could run
the Boys 4 Men brothel. To be honest I just wanted to hang out there and
Dave had told me that one of the best parts of the job was auditioning
new boys who wanted to work there. I wasn't getting rid of Dave, I was
just the man in overall charge and I told him we'd both test out the new
boys. Two thirds of the boys were from the Netherlands, the rest were
usually runaways that ended up in Amsterdam because of the reputation.

I'd get offers daily from boys, asking me if I needed anything. Like ass,
head, or if I was back in slut mode. That was always said with a laugh
that I joined in on. I took them up on whatever was offered when I was
horny.

The club boys would often go to the railway station plaza and look for
boys who just came into town, mostly all runaways, and talk to them about
the club, if they were cute enough. That's how almost all the other boys
got jobs there. One of the prerequisites for boys was to at least speak a
couple of languages. Preferably English but German was a good one, there
were lots of German clients. Very seldom a boy would knock on the door to
try to get a job. Maybe in the next story, I'll go through the audition
process.


The End


Thanks for reading, if you've made it this far. Any comments? My email is
ylenia@tutanota.com and I'd love to hear from you!

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