X-Andrew-WideReply: netnews.alt.sex.motss X-Andrew-Authenticated-as: 0;andrew.cmu.edu;Network-Mail Received: via nntppoll with nntp; Mon, 4 May 1992 23:58:01 -0400 (EDT) Path: andrew.cmu.edu!crabapple.srv.cs.cmu.edu!fs7.ece.cmu.edu!news.sei.cmu.edu!cis.ohio-state.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!mips!darwin.sura.net!europa.asd.contel.com!emory!athena.cs.uga.edu!whitaker From: whitaker@athena.cs.uga.edu (Andrew L. Whitaker) Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss Subject: Around the World...Part 3: Amsterdam Message-ID: <1992May4.220807.27241@athena.cs.uga.edu> Date: 4 May 92 22:08:07 GMT Distribution: alt.sex.motss Organization: University of Georgia, Athens Lines: 274 Around the World in 80 Orgasms, Part 3: Amsterdam Having spent some additional time with Phillipe in Brussels, I was now ready to jump back on the train and move on to some new and exciting places. I bid a fond farewell to him and to his mother the Innkeeper, and promised to stop by the last night I was in Europe for a final night's stay before heading over the ocean and back home. I got to the train station and realized that I had no idea where I wanted to go. I went to the poster advertising the various trains and saw that there was a train leaving in an hour for Amsterdam. "Well," I thought, "this might be interesting." And with that, I hopped aboard and presented my Eurail pass to the conductor. I dozed off and woke up to find myself zooming along with a wonderful landscape beyond the window. Several hours later, the train arrived in Amsterdam and I walked out of the station into the bright sunlit square and stood to drink in all the sights. In front of me was a river/canal sort of thing with tourist boats running up and down it, there was a trolley track running down the middle of the street, and there were street vendors offering everything one could imagine filling most of the available sidewalk space around the station. I asked one if he knew of a good cheap hotel and he gave me broken directions with a wonderfully authentic dutch smile. I followed his directions and soon found myself in the center of town. I found the hotel and checked in and left my bags to go exploring. Having seen the tourist boats in the river, I thought it would be a logical place to start so I bought a ticket and jumped aboard. We crusied up and down the canals with our guide offering touristy information in several languages. I was marvelling at the things he was talking about and never really noticed the guide himself until there was a lull in his monologue and I was forced to turn towards the aft of the boat where he was to see why he had stopped talking. What I saw immediately caused my heart to pound loudly within my chest. He was bent over the edge of the boat, every muscle straining in harmony tightening some ropes or something. I forget what he was actually doing, probably straightening the docking ropes or something. What I do remember is that he was uncommonly good looking and quite stirringly masculine. He stood up at the completion of his task and caught me staring at him. He winked and smiled, and his mane of gorgeously clean and shiny blond hair waved in the wind as he shook his head at me teasingly. The tour continued for some time as the boat maneuvered into and out of the many channels that make up Amsterdam. We passed by the house that is only as wide as its front door, and saw many other historic sights along the way. I noticed few of them as I found myself completely absorbed in watching the guide. He was a fine specimen of manhood, let me tell you. I'm guessing he was about six two, had long wavy blond hair that reached his shoulder blades, wonderfully sinful looking blue eyes, and bulges in all the right places. He was dressed in the native guide costume, white pants that just covered his knees, espadrille shoes, and the traditional blue and while striped shirt with a red bandana tied round his neck. He might as well have come from the cover of a tourist brochure as his looks, including the chiseled face that drew me in the first place, were classic indeed. All too soon, the tour came to an end and the guide, whose name was Nico, began helping the tourists off the boat and onto the cement dockingway. I tried to be the last one on board and succeeded and asked him a few questions about Amsterdam that made it sound like I was new to the city and lost. He picked up on the cues right away and told me that if I could wait for him to take one more tour out, and if I could meet him there on the quay in about an hour and a half, he would show me some of the sights himself. Naturally, I agreed and told him that I would wander around in the mean time. I found, in my wandering, Madame Tusaud's Wax Museum and became thoroughly entranced by the figures and dioramas inside. When the appointed hour came up, I wandered back to the dock to find Nico waiting and smiling. He beckoned me on the boat and said, "The best way to see Amsterdam is by water, and the best way to do that is to do it over dinner." I smiled and sat down as he took the boat back into the channels and began telling me more about Amsterdam, its history, and its people. I was totally enthralled by his hospitality and the soft gentle voice that soothingly spoke such perfect English. I told him so and he blushed. "I did some studies at the University of Georgia several years ago." he told me. Ah, that's why the English is so good, I thought! The sun began to dip in the sky and soon the night lights of Amsterdam became illuminated. I had, by this time, moved to sit next to him on the captain's bench, and as we traversed the canals, little tiny twinkling lights came on everywhere creating the illusion that we had entered a fantasy land for two. We stopped along the banks at one point and a waiter came bustling out of a restaurant on the bank with our dinner. Nico and I sat together quite closely and devoured the specially prepared Dutch treats. The wine poured freely as he continued to navigate the waters of the canals, and the stars in the sky began to twinkle with the artificial lights of the city. What an incredibly romantic place to be, and all the more wonderful because of my company. I delicately steered the conversation to sex by asking Nico if he had a girlfriend. He replied that he wasn't interested in women, and I told him that I was not either. He then said that he could tell almost from my first step into his boat, and that had made him want to be with me that evening. As he spoke he lightly caressed my chest as I lay propped in his arms on the soft cushions of the bench. I murmered something and asked him if there was somewhere we could go that was a little more private as I could plainly hear and see people watching us go by from both banks of the canal. He straightened up and put more life into the engine and soon we were zooming past the tourist district into a less lighted area of the city's canals. We turned down one remote looking canal that seemed to have no apparent life along its banks, and he brought the boat to the side and tied us in. He took my hand and led me from the boat to an open grassy area amid a small wood. He threw down a soft wool blanket and put the wine bottle and glasses atop it. We settled down on the grass and continued to talk and share the last bottle of wine the waiter had provided for us. I told him of my life, of school, my family, and such, and he told me the same things about him. Then I told him that I couldn't sit much longer with him without doing something about it, so he laid back on the grass, his long blond hair piling around his sweet face. I bent down and kissed him lightly on the mouth, savoring the taste of him and the wine that had so recently graced his lips. I kissed him again, and then again, and then his mouth opened to receive my urgent and insistent tongue. I laid down on top of him and held his face in my hands as I kissed him long and deeply. Our tongues battled inside our mouths, moving first from mine to his, then from his to mine. We kissed for several long moments as our bodies melted together and our pelvises ground into each other. I could feel through his tight white pants that he was sporting an incredibly hard penis, and I endeavored to explore that organ immediately. I opened the fly buttons of his pants with my teeth and pulled his pants down around his ankles and then off, pausing to pull off his shoes and socks before the pants. I raised him up and took his striped shirt off, leaving only the red bandana around his neck and his short tiny briefs. His briefs were straining at the elastic bands to keep his meat confined, and when I let them down, his cock leapt up and slapped his belly with a resounding slapping sound. It was magnificent. Long, thick and heavily veined with a head slightly larger than the shaft, I'd guess it was about eight and a half inches long. I pressed my face to his groin in and breathed deeply the smell of day old sweat on his cock and pubic hair. I ran my fingers through the hair and pulled gently on it as my lips found his cockhead and took it inside my waiting mouth. I made love to his cock with the abandon of a first timer, running my tongue up and down his veined shaft and around and around his smooth velvety head. My tongue dipped into his piss- slit and tasted the sweet nectar that was seeping from the hole in great quantity. I sucked his cock gently at first, with the romantic feelings that were swelling inside me, but after a few meaty moments during which his hips lifted up off the ground and he swayed gently to the sucking, I tore into his cock with abandon. It was truly a memorable cock considering the many that I had taken between my lips in the States, and I truly enjoyed the experience. Somewhere beneath me, though, my own cock was screaming for release so I reluctantly pulled off of Nico's and stood up to fling my clothes all over the grass. In no time flat I was back sucking his cock and he had maneuvered himself to take mine down his wonderfully warm and moist throat himself. We sucked each other fervently, passionately, with grunts and groans abounding for several wonderful minutes until I felt him calmly begin filling my mouth and throat with his wonderfully salty cream. As his sperm began jetting into the back of my throat, I too began to shoot down his gullet, filling him to the overflow point. I looked behind me to see my semen running out the edges of his mouth and onto his chin. We broke apart for a moment, our bodies heaving in the starry moonlight and then met to kiss and exchange loads. I tasted my cum mixed with his and he did the same, and we shook with excitement as we shared our innermost selves with each other. Several minutes passed as we kissed intently, never noticing that someone had been watching us. We had laid back in the grass and were holding hands looking up at the stars when I heard footsteps off into the distance. I sat up with a start as did Nico. From a distance, near where Nico had left the boat, we could see another just like it moored to the side of the canal. Between us and the new boat walked another young lad clad in the same uniform Nico was wearing. When he approached us laying naked in the grass on the blanket, he smiled and began speaking in Dutch to Nico. I, of course, had no idea what they were talking about but the conversation was insistent and almost urgent sounding. Nico rolled over and told me that Jan, the dark haired youth that stood towering over us, was his friend and co-worker and had been set to find Nico and his boat as they were overdue at the place where the boats were stored for the evening. Nico told Jan what we had been doing and why we were so late, and I noticed that at this point, the bulge in Jan's trousers became markedly larger. I reached up and caressed his mound of cockflesh to find a hard and willing rod bent and stored within the tight confines of his pants. I unbuttoned his pants without asking as he took his shoes and shirt off. I was surprised to find that he wore no underwear, but it made it all the easier to begin paying attention to his cock. His cock was nestled amid a patch of dark dark smooth pubic hair. It was maybe six inches, and relatively smooth as cocks go. The head was enormous, though, almost twice as large around as the shaft. I sucked it in quickly as he started moaning loudly. I had forgotten, for the moment, about Nico until I felt his hands parting the globes of my ass apart. While I sucked Jan, Nico began licking and caressing my asshole for what I knew to be an incredible fuck to come. His tongue delved deep within me as I writhed around on the blanket. The action on my ass made me suck harder and with more abandon and soon Jan was literally pumping bucketloads of hot creamy jism down my greedy throat. I fell onto the blanket, exhausted and was quickly told to stand up by Nico. I did as he asked and watched, mesmerized as the two Dutch boys began eating each other's cocks with the skill and practice of boys who had had each other before. They scooted together so that they were facing each other and their cocks were touching. I looked down at Nico stroking the two cocks between his hands and suddenly realized what they wanted me to do. I had never done this before, but was eager to please my hosts, so I squatted over them and tried to push my asshole down over the two cocks. It didn't work at first, but with Nico entering first and Jan following his lead up my hole, I was soon impaled on two of the most exsquisite feeling cocks I had ever felt. I sat down hard and took their lengths deep inside my ass and began to move up and down gently at first then with building passion. I bucked on those two cocks feeling more complete and fuller than I had ever felt before in my life. We cried out in unison as sweat poured from each of us in buckets. The two cocks felt so wonderful up my ass I never wanted it to end, but I soon found myself feeling the blasts of their simultaneous orgasms pound the insides of my ass walls. When they were both spent, I fell over to the side and lay there panting and gasping for breath, tweaking my nipples as I felt the overflow semen running down my asscheeks and onto the blanket. I lay there for several minutes to catch my breath and then rolled over to find the two locked in a fierce embrace. Their tongues were rolling in between their locked mouths. I joined the awkward embrace and contributed my tongue to the action, finding that the three-way kiss was also something new and exciting. This went on for some time as we rolled around on the blanket, and the three of us finally broke apart when we realized the lateness of the hour. We took the boats back to the mooring location and the three of us headed off to my hotel room to continue the interesing three way we had begun. Many hours later, as the sun began to come up, I looked at my two little Dutch boys and was glad that the first train had gone, that day, to Amsterdam. -- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Andrew Whitaker, The Horny RA | author of "Dorm Encounters" and | | whitaker@athena.cs.uga.edu | "Around the World in 80 Orgasms | -----------------------------------------------------------------------------