Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2005 14:15:17 +0100 (BST)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Ricky in Amsterdam

DISCLAIMER:

This is a story. None of the characters in the story
exist and the events that take place are purely
imaginary.

WARNING:

Do not read this story if you are in any way offended
by acts of a homosexual nature.

Do not read this if you are under the legal age for
accessing adult sites.

Always indulge in safe sex.

Ricky in Amsterdam

For his eighteenth birthday, Ricky Brown's parents had
bought their son a Euro Rail holiday to Amsterdam.
Ricky's mother and father had chosen the venue
carefully having in mind the fact that the teenager
was a promising artist, who had already had some of
his work shown in regional and national exhibitions.
Following his A-levels, Ricky would be going to
university to study Art and the opportunity to go to
Amsterdam and visit the excellent Art Galleries there
had been the main reason Mr and Mrs Brown, who quite
rightly took enormous pride in their only child's
achievements, had given for choosing Amsterdam. They
had considered Paris but concluded that the city was
probably too big and difficult for their sensitive son
to manage without being accompanied. Although they
would have liked to travel with Ricky, neither of the
older Browns, who had not had their child until they
were both getting on and who were now both in their
sixties, was well enough to make the journey and so,
after discussion, Amsterdam was decided upon and Ricky
had agreed to travel on his own, even though the
journey required a change of trains in Brussels.

It was a set of proud parents that took his teenage
son to Waterloo and dropped Ricky off at the entrance
to the Euro Star terminal. Ricky's mother, having
checked for the umpteenth time that her son had his
tickets, passport, money, hotel address and mobile
phone finally allowed the teenager out of the car and
kissed him goodbye. Ricky's father shook the young man
by the hand and gave him some last minute `manly'
advice to be careful and not to tangle with `strange'
women. Ricky took all the fussing and advice in good
part, thanked his parents yet again and then
disappeared to join the queue waiting to pass through
the security and passport controls and into the
waiting area. Checking the time, the teenager noted
that there was still a good fifty minutes before his
train was due to depart so he looked round the shops,
bought a book and some food and settled down in the
comfortable chairs to wait for the summons to board
the train to Brussels.

The time went rapidly and soon the announcement came
that passengers could now board the train, so Ricky
joined the throng of passengers passing through to the
escalators and the platform to board the train. The
teenager found his seat easily enough and was pleased
to note that eh had a single seat by the window and
that the seat opposite appeared to be unoccupied. This
situation remained the case until a few moments before
the train was due to depart when a flustered
middle-aged woman sat down in the seat opposite Ricky
and smiled in a slightly embarrassed way at him,
before exclaiming in a heavily European accent,

"Gosh, I almost missed it!!"

Ricky looked up from his book and acknowledged the
remark with a smile. After that the couple did not
exchange another word for some time. As the train left
Waterloo and made its rather stately way through south
London at a very slow pace, Ricky looked out at the
sights, noting the Palace of Westminster and the Clock
Face of the Tower of Big Ben, before the scenery
changed to rather dull suburban housing that lined the
railway tracks. Expectation that the train might speed
up once it was clear of the first few miles out of
London proved a forlorn one as the train maintained a
slow but steady speed as it passed through the Kent
countryside on its way to the Channel Tunnel.

The approach to the Channel crossing was heralded,
however, by a sudden increase in speed and the
conductor announced that they would soon be entering
the Tunnel and that in just over twenty minutes they
would emerge in France. This was the signal for the
lady sitting opposite Ricky to announce that she was
going to the buffet car for a drink and invited the
teenager to accompany her. Ricky was slightly
embarrassed by the offer but accepted all the same and
during this visit to the bar learned that his
travelling companion was returning from a business
meeting in London to her home in Belgium. The teenager
explained that he was on his way to Amsterdam, news
which brought a raised eyebrow from the older lady and
a hurried explanation from Ricky that he was going to
visit the Art galleries. The lady smiled a knowing
smile and then said that she understood and, if Ricky
wanted, she would show him how to find out where the
train to Amsterdam left from when they got to
Brussels, an offer which the teenager accepted
gratefully.

Ricky had his glass of beer and then he and the lady
who was called Johanna followed him a few minutes
later. By now the train was moving at a much faster
speed than it had done in England and Johanna pointed
out some of the interesting feature that they passed
on their way to Brussels. Time seemed to fly by and it
was not long before the older lady announced that they
were already in the outskirts of Brussels and that it
would not be long before they arrived at the terminal.
Ricky looked out as the city centre came into view and
Johanna told him that if he had time he might like to
visit some of the more interesting parts of the city,
particularly the old centre around the Grand Place,
but after thanking her, the teenager explained that he
really needed to catch his connection to Amsterdam.
Johanna nodded that she understood but expressed the
hope that Ricky might return to Belgium one day and
see the city.

The train came to a stop and the passengers made their
way slowly to the barrier and out into the main
concourse of the busy main line station. Johanna
pointed Ricky towards the large information board,
which indicated that the train to Amsterdam would
leave from a platform at the other end of the station
in about twenty minutes. Ricky thanked Johanna for her
help and the middle-aged lady gave him a quick kiss on
the cheek which made the teenager blush deeply and
then she turned on her heels and left. Ricky walked
quickly to the place where his train was due to leave
and walked up the slope and found the compartment
where his assigned seat was and sat down. Unlike the
cross-Channel train, this express was due to stop at
several places on the way to Amsterdam and was filling
up with a mixture of local people and long distance
travellers. Unable to understand much of what was
being said, Ricky decided to read his book. A few of
the passengers made stilted efforts to chat to the
teenager in English but often they left the train just
as things got going. Nevertheless, the three hours of
the journey passed quite quickly and the train was
soon pulling in to the Central Station in Amsterdam.

Ricky got off the train and found his way to the exit
and emerged into the sunlit afternoon and stood in
front of the station. The teenager found himself
looking at the tram station directly in front of him
and trying to figure out where he had to go to get to
his hotel. To his surprise, the hotel was only a
stone's throw from where he was standing. His parents
had booked him into a `floating' hotel which was a
ship anchored only a couple of blocks away from the
station. Having found his bearings, Ricky walked
quickly to his hotel and checked in. The hotel was far
from luxurious but was quite adequate for a young
traveller who was unlikely to spend mush time in his
room. There were a few people of varying ages hanging
around the bar and reception area and a receptionist,
who spoke fluent English, directed the youngster to
his room.

The bedroom was small but functional and had, in a
previous existence been a cabin. There was a small
single bed and a combined toilet and shower and a
porthole window, which gave the occupant of the room a
view onto the quayside. The bed was comfortable and
the en suite was a welcome luxury, although Ricky did
not anticipate that he would be spending much time in
the room at all except when he wanted to go to sleep.
Ricky decided to take a shower before going out to
explore the city and find his way around to where the
local galleries were located. Refreshed and in clean
clothes, Ricky asked at reception the direction he
should go to find the main parts of the city centre.
Leaving the hotel, the teenager crossed the short
distance back to the station and then decided to walk
rather than take the tram into the centre. Carefully
crossing the roads, avoiding both cars and bicycles,
Ricky found himself at the top of a long wide street
and walked down it. Looking to his left and right, the
teenager could see light bouncing off several canals
and decided to move away from the main road and take
one of the side streets to a canal.

As he walked towards the canal, Ricky was shocked to
see women of varying ages sitting in the windows of
the shops that he passed and realised, blushing, that
he had somehow strayed into the `red light' district.
What was even more shocking was that even the side
streets all around him seemed to be filled with
similar shop fronts, as well as sex shops selling
books and videos. Ricky had never seen anything like
it in his relatively short and sheltered life and
found himself tempted to go in to see what lay inside
some of these shops with their bright lights and bead
curtain doorways. Looking casually around to make sure
that eh was not being observed, Ricky went into the
first shop he thought looked `safe'.

Once inside the bead curtain, Ricky found himself
confronted by a full array of sexual aids, books,
magazines and videos portraying every act from
straight sex to animal sex and lots of gay porn as
well. The sight of such a range of sexual material
made Ricky feel strange, half-embarrassed and half
excited. In one corner there was a large glass fronted
showcase with the covers of a wide range of videos on
display. Ricky found his attention drawn to the covers
that portrayed large erections and especially those
involving gay sex. The teenager had never thought much
about his sexuality; he had not had a girlfriend, but
then a number of his fellow schoolmates hadn't either,
and indulged in nightly and sometime more frequent
masturbation to relieve his aching balls and raging
hormones. The sight of men and women indulging in so
many different sex acts made his cock go hard and the
teenager plunged his hand into his trouser pocket in a
desperate effort to hide the fact. What made Ricky
feel even more uncomfortable was that the shop seemed
to be full of people, mainly men and teenagers like
himself, all prowling around, browsing the materials
available in the shop.

After only a few minutes Ricky made his way as quickly
and discreetly to the exit and tumbled out into the
bright afternoon light. The teenager walked
semi-blinded by the sunshine and sat down on a wall by
the side of the canal. As he recovered his sight and
his sense of equilibrium, Ricky was unaware that
another youth had sat down close by him and was
surprised when he heard a voice talking to him in good
but obviously accented English,

"It is a bit overwhelming the first time you see it,
is it not? It is difficult to know where to look and
what to look at next, eh?"

"W .. What do you mean?" Ricky replied in a rather
flustered voice.

"The sex shop, I saw you in there. It is a bit
overwhelming, the first time you see one like that,
isn't it?"

Ricky had by now recovered his composure and was able
to take a closer look at the person talking to him.
Sitting on the wall a few feet away from him was a
young man with blond hair, blue eyes and a thin body.
The obviously local youngster was wearing a T-shirt
and the tightest pair of jeans Ricky had ever seen a
male wearing. The tight jeans bulged nicely in all the
right places and he smiled at his new companion as he
replied,

"Yes, it is, isn't it? I've never seen anything quite
like it before, certainly not in my hometown. I assume
you are from Holland and that live here in Amsterdam,
is that right? If it is then I must say you speak
English very well indeed."

 "Ja, I mean yes, I am student here in Amsterdam at
the university and I live out of the city centre where
many students also live. I know the centrum very well,
however, and I would be glad to show you around. Where
are you staying in the city and how long will you be
here? Thank you for saying I speak good English,
perhaps if I spend some time with you showing you my
city in exchange I will learn to speak it more well."

"Better", Ricky said, unable to stop himself
correcting his friend's error, "I would be delighted
to spend some time with you. I'm staying close to the
Central Station and I am staying here for three days.
By the way, my name is Richard, but all my friends
call me Ricky."

The Dutch teenager smiled warmly at Ricky and replied,

"Thank you for the correction, Ricky, my name is Ruud,
but my friends all call me Rudi. So, then, Ricky,
where would you like to go first, shall we perhaps go
and get something to eat and drink?"

Ricky nodded enthusiastically,

"Good idea, Rudi. I expect you know good, cheap places
even in the centre, don't you?"

Rudi led his new English friend away from the canal
side and down a couple of short streets. The two
teenagers crossed the busy main road leading down to
the Dam, walked down a couple more streets and over a
couple of canal bridges until Rudi eventually found
the place he was looking for. Standing outside a
rather run-down looking shop front, the Dutch teenager
said,

"Here we are! It may not look much from the outside
but here you will get the best food in this part of
the town and the beer is cheap too!!"

Rudi was, of course, quite correct and the teenagers
enjoyed a hearty and cheap meal, washed down with
several bottles of the local brew. Ricky was not a
great drinker and the effect of the alcohol was to
make the teenager very relaxed. Noting that his friend
seemed to be less up-tight, the Dutch youth suggested
that it might be a good idea to show Ricky round some
of the more interesting parts of the city. Rudi
steered his friend down some side streets and stopped
outside a brightly lit sex shop tucked down a quiet
little street some distance away from the main centre,

"I think you ought to have another look in a sex shop.
This one is more specialised and has fewer people in
it and we won't stand out so much in here as you do in
a big shop. There's still plenty to see and there are
video booths and a cinema, if you want to try it."

Ricky looked a little uncertain but decided to take
the plunge. As his Dutch companion had predicted, the
shop was not crowded and the small number of people
inside glanced at them but then resumed their own
browsing. The shop was quite small, but there was a
lot of material and Ricky's eyes nearly popped out of
his head and blood rushed to his dick as he viewed
some of the pictures on the covers of the magazines.
The English teenager's excitement was not lost on
Rudi, who said quietly,

"There's more to see towards the back of the shop, and
it's less busy there usually, except for people going
to the video booths or cinema. Have you ever been to a
porno movie, Ricky?"

Feeling very self-conscious, the English teen shook
his head and was about to say something when his
companion spoke again,

"Well I think it's about time you did. Come on, let's
buy some tickets and we can watch the film together. I
think that would be good."

Unable to resist his new friend's enthusiasm, Ricky
followed the local teenager to the counter and watched
as Rudi bought two cinema tickets. On rejoining his
friend, the Dutchman gave Ricky a ticket and the
British lad asked how much he owed but was dismissed
with a wave of the hand,

"Don't worry about it, my treat. Maybe tomorrow you
will pay for something, it's not that much anyways."

It was obviously not Rudi's first visit to the cinema
because he knew the quickest way to the entrance and
led the pair straight there. There was a small
stairway down to a door, at which stood a young man
who smiled knowingly at the teenage couple as he took
their tickets. Through the door the cinema was
completely black and it took a moment for the
teenagers' eyes to adjust. Rudi had spotted a place
for them to sit together and led Ricky to it and they
had just settled down when the screen lit up and a new
film began. As was to be expected, there was little
plot but the movie started with two sets of teenagers
setting off in different directions into a wood. It
too Ricky a few moments to realise that this was no
ordinary porno movie but was in fact a gay porno
movie. The sight of the handsome young men had caused
a further embarrassing stirring in the English youth's
groin. Fortunately for Ricky the developing erection
was hidden from Rudi's view by the darkness.

On the screen the two sets of teenagers were now naked
and exploring each other's bodies and Ricky was
following the on-screen activity with great intent.
Suddenly, the English teenager felt a hand moving up
the inside of his leg and gave a little cry of
surprise. Looking at Rudi, Ricky realised that it was
certainly not his friend's hand that was exploring the
top of his leg and coming close to touching the rock
hard cock concealed under his clothing. Looking the
other way, the teenager saw that a man in his forties
was seated next to him and, although he was looking
straight at the screen, Ricky knew that it was clearly
this man's hand that was touching him. A moment later
a second hand, this time obviously Rudi's touched
Ricky's other leg and began to slowly feel its way
towards his crotch. Ricky was tempted to ask them both
to stop but he was enjoying the sensation too much to
do so and gave out a second slight gasp as the two
hands finally met either side of his hard-on, which
was being gently squeezed as both exploring hands felt
the length of it.

The action of the film was getting hotter but Ricky's
concentration was divided between the sights on screen
and the sensations racing through his own body. Before
he knew what was happening one of the hands had
unzipped his trousers and pulled down his underwear so
that his straining cock was now fully available to the
hands that were exploring it. Fingers brushed against
the soft velvet head of Ricky's cut cock and down the
short fat shaft to his balls before travelling slowly
back up again. Rudi and the stranger sitting either
side of him were giving off all but imperceptible
sounds of satisfaction as they examined every inch of
the British teenager's rampant dick and bulging balls.
In addition, Ricky's two companions were trying to
persuade him to lean back into a more comfortable
position, but the teenager was concerned that others
would be able to see what they were up to. Rudi sensed
the reason for his friend's reluctance and whispered,

"Don't worry, Ricky, your cock is great, nothing to be
ashamed of at all and in any case everyone here is
doing something either by themselves or with someone
else, that's what most people come here for, to have
fun and to shoot some jizz!"

The older man on the other side of his reaffirmed the
message and gently pushed Ricky's legs wider and
forced him to lean back so that he and Rudi could have
better access to the British teen's cock. As soon as
he was lying back, Rudi moved quickly to get his mouth
in a position to suck his new friend's waiting cock.
Ricky felt a warm wet sensation on his exposed glans
and then a tongue teased his piss slit as the older
man fed the English teenager's rampant tool into the
waiting mouth of the Dutch youth. To Ricky's amazement
it was only a few moments before he felt Rudi's breath
on his balls and pubic hair and the teenager realised
that his cock was lodged in his partner's throat.
Slowly the experienced Dutch teen allowed his lips and
tongue to work their way back up the turgid cock and,
as Rudi's lips cleared the tip of the penis, the older
man's lips took their place and he repeated the
process. Ricky had never had his cock sucked before
and clear pre-cum was streaming out of his piss slit
and his balls were churning. The older man slid his
tongue up and off the throbbing shaft and then he and
Rudi licked down either side to the shaft and sucked
the British teenager's balls. It was all too much for
Ricky and just as the tongues had reached the top of
his shaft his piss slit widened, his cock throbbed and
a fountain of teen spunk showered out covering the
faces and lips of the two sucking men as well as
Ricky's own cock shaft and balls. Ricky's orgasm had
been timed to perfection as it replicated in the
auditorium what was happening on screen, not that all
that many of the audience were watching the film any
more. Somehow the antics of the threesome had become
the centre of attention and several people were
gathered around watching Ricky's climax and happily
wanking their cocks as they did so.

Ricky slumped back further, temporarily unaware of the
stir he had caused among the others in the cinema
until he overheard a couple of voices saying something
like `great show' and `fantastic cum'. Rudi and the
stranger on the other side were smiling warmly at the
British teenager who became slightly flushed when he
realised that the comments were directed at him rather
than the movie. Rudi nursed Ricky's fast deflating
dick and said,

"They are quite right, you cock and balls are
beautiful and tasty and so is your cream!! It was
worth paying for the cinema to have the chance to suck
you off!!"

The older man nodded and said gruffly,

"Yes, but I'm still hungry for more." Then looking
straight at the Dutch boy said,

"You didn't cum as well, did you?"

Rudi shook his head and the man said,

"Swap places with your friend and I can work on you,
and so can he once he's ready to resume."

Rudi wasted no time in standing up and sliding in
front of Ricky who shuffled along to the seat left
empty by his friend's move. As they passed each other,
the huge bulge in the Dutch boy's extraordinarily
tight jeans was pressed hard against Ricky's face and
he kissed it through the material. Once the Dutch teen
was settled, the older man on the far side wasted
little time in unzipping the tight jeans and pulling
them open to reveal the teenager's rock hard erection.
Rudi took Ricky's hand and guided it to the now
uncovered cock encouraging his British friend to roll
back the foreskin and expose the sensitive pink flesh
of the Dutch youth's helmet, which glistened from the
accumulation of pre-cum that was already coating the
glans. As Ricky gently wanked the shaft, more of
Rudi's pre-cum oozed out and was promptly licked up by
the man on the other side who was devouring the head
and shaft with relish. Ricky felt his fingers being
sucked into the older man's mouth along with Rudi's
cock and the sensation was amazing. Although he could
not see clearly, the British teenager could hear the
flapping sound as the older man masturbated his dick
and sucked Rudi, who was now humming with pleasure.
All pretence at watching the movie had gone and Rudi
gave little thrusts upwards to meet the sucking mouth
as it travelled down his cock towards his balls. The
old man was sensuously licking the shaft of Rudi's
cock and simultaneously slurping and licking Ricky's
fingers. The British boy was aware that his young
friend's cock was beginning to jerk and throb and knew
that within moments Rudi would reach the point of no
return. With just a slight sigh Rudi started to fire
his load onto the older man's tongue and over Ricky's
fingers. The stranger swallowed the creamy spunk that
landed on his tongue and then licked the remainder of
Rudi's offering off the British teen's hand. When he
had hovered up all that there was to collect, the old
man sat back and the two teenagers watched as the
stranger brought himself to a climax. Spunk oozed from
the piss slit and was gathered in the folds at the end
of the man's foreskin, from where the stranger deftly
scooped up his ball juice and slipped the sticky cum
into his mouth.

The three sat quietly recovering from their exertions
and the movie was reaching its own spunk-filled
climax, after which the screen went dead and in the
ensuing darkness, the stranger slipped away. The two
teenagers peered around and noted that there were
plenty of other people still in the cinema. The
majority of the audience were in various stages of
wanking and cumming, some of these were sitting in the
seats, but Ricky noticed several that were standing in
the aisles or leaning against the back wall. In the
darkest parts of the cinema there were a few men
actively engaged in oral and anal sex. Rudi waited a
few moments and then dug his English friend in the
ribs and whispered,

"Do you want to stay for another movie or shall we get
dressed again and head out of here? We could go for
another drink or maybe see more of the city. What do
you say?"

Ricky had seen enough for one night and agreed with
his friend that they should leave. After pulling their
clothing back on and zipping themselves up, the two
teenagers made their way to the exit and stepped back
up into the main shop, which was still relatively
empty. Rudi led the way out of the shop and into the
streets. It had gone dark while they had been in the
cinema, although Ricky was unsure exactly how long he
and Rudi had been there but now the streets were
brightly lit and busy with groups of people walking
around taking in the sights. Once they were outside,
Ricky exclaimed,

"That was amazing!! I've never been to a movie like
that or had such an arousing time in a cinema before.
The best I ever did was have a wank all alone at the
back of the local fleapit one afternoon. Thanks for
taking me, Rudi and for showing me how much I need to
learn about myself and how to enjoy my sexuality."

Rudi looked back at his friend and replied quietly,

"No problem. I enjoyed it as much as you did. I love
that dick of yours. We do not see all that many cut
cocks here in Holland so it was a real treat to touch
and taste it, especially one as delicious as yours!!
So really it is me that should be thanking you!!"

This conversation had taken place in rather hushed
tones as Rudi led the way down a series of short
streets which led eventually to another bar. As they
stood outside the door of a rather uninviting-looking
bar, the Dutch teenager turned to his English friend
and said,

"So, now, which is it to be, food or beer?"

Ricky looked at his friend and said in a sly tone,

"I'd like a beer, but I've just had a great idea.
Let's go and get a beer at the hotel where I'm
staying. The beer might be a little more expensive
there but they are pretty lax about who come onto the
hotel boat and about where they go. That would mean we
could either drink our beers in the bar or take them
down to my room."

Rudi grinned at the English teenager's suggestion and
replied,

"I think I know which of those two choices I would
want and you too I would think."

Ricky laughed and said,

"I'm sure you do!! Shall we go?"

The two teenagers walked together out of the side
street and onto the main road. Chatting amiably and
feeling the sexual tension rising with every step the
horny teenagers headed back towards the boat where
Ricky was staying, both aware that the night would not
really begin until after they had downed that promised
beer.

Hope you liked this story. Whether you did or not
feedback is always welcome. Email me at
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