Date: Wed, 24 Mar 2021 22:57:57 +0000 From: J a skehan Subject: Budman's Holiday 16 Bus man's holiday 16 Cajuncock If you've gotten this far you know the drill. This is a work of gay fiction, the sole property of the author. If you enjoy the stories on this site please consider a donation to keep it going. Comments welcomed -- jaskejr@hotmail.com After 4 days in Paris seeing the sights and during the nights being entertained by the men of the city, I decided to move on. I booked a seat on the TGV, the French high speed train, for Amsterdam, the gay mecca of Europe. At the Gare de Nord, I picked up a gay guide for the Neitherlands and Belguim to read on the trip. I had my hotel book a room for me at one of the many gay hotels, the Arco. I woke early, showered, packed my bag and headed for the station for mu 10AM train. I arrived with 20 minutes to spare. I grabbed a sandwich and a beer at the station canteen and boarded the train. I made a note of where the café car was located. We departed on time and I settled in to read and watch the scene pass by. I noticed that there were few people in the car, mostly business types. About 20 minutes after leaving, I decided that I wanted a coffee and made my way through 2 cars to the café car. I stood at the window and drank the coffee. One of the suits came in, got a drink moved to stand next to me. I nodded and he did the same. He began "I assume from the book you were reading that you are an American and gay. Are you going to Brussels or Amsterdam? I also assume that you are gay?" I looked at the handsome man and replied "I'm headed for Amsterdam the reputed gay capital of Europe. Yes, I'm gay," He sipped his drink before continuing "You might consider a visit to Brussels. It has a very active gay scene also. In fact, on your way back to our car, you might have some fun if you stop in the upper level toilet of our car." I finished my coffee and headed back. I noticed that he was not far behind me. I entered the toilet and waited. He slipped into the small space and locked the door. Soon we were kissing and pulling at each other's cloths. Our pants were soon at our feet and he was on his knees sucking my hard inches. I didn't waste any time and pulled him up from my now wet cock. He turned around to offer me his tight ass. His pink hole winkling at me as I held my stiffness ready to give him what he wanted. Without any foreplay, I plowed into his guts. He moaned in satisfaction as I repeated fucked the tight hole. His inner muscles held my cock tight and I felt them grab me as he shot a hands free load on the floor. That set me off and I filled him full of my baby batter. We dressed quickly and he gave me a tender kiss before we exited the small toilet. I walked back to my seat and a few minutes later he came to sit beside me holding 2 beers. "I think we could both use these. Thank you for making this trip fun for me." We talked for a few minutes more before the announcement of the Brussels station came over the PA system. I said farewell as he walked back to his seat to get his things. I knew that Amsterdam was just 3 more stops away, the end of the line for this train. We arrived on time and I exited the station and looked over the many waiting tour boats. I looked up to see a large church and knew from the gay guide that the hotel I'd booked lay a few, short blocks behind it. I grabbed my bag and headed to the narrow streets by the church. The hotel was easy to spot with it's all black painted exterior. I rang the buzzer and the door clicked open. Inside, behind a small desk, was a extremely handsome, blond, man who looked to be in his mid-twenties. It was just pass 2PM when I signed in. The blond pushed a buzzer and from no where, a tall, blond teen appeared. He was sporting a silver, dog collar and otherwise shirtless. The desk clerk said "Hans will show you to your room and be available for your every need today. He can also tell you of the nearby attractions if you wish." Hans grabbed my bag and we climbed the steep Dutch stairs to the top floor. My room overlooked the red roof tops. Hans put my bag on the bed and then took my hand to show me the shower room and toilet down the hall. I sensed something about the boy which was soon confirmed. He was a deaf mute. Using signs, he indicated the gay map on the bed and picked it up to circle the hotel's location. He then did something that totally surprised me. He dropped his cut off jeans and turned to offer me his teen ass. I patted his pale ass and then dropped to my knees to taste that goodness. He moaned and twisted around indicating his own enjoyment. I stood up and he dove for my zipper. In no time he had my jeans off and was sucking me to renewed hardness. He positioned his hole on my cock and pushed back easily taking my inches. This was not new to the boy. Not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I pushed my full length in to ride the barely legal piece of hot boy pussy. It was my second of the day. But with renewed vigor I plowed him until I could no longer hold off my orgasm. I moaned as I felt my cum race from my balls, up my cock and into the waiting boy pussy We both fell on the bed for a few minutes. Hans indicated that we both needed to shower. He picked up the 2 towels from the bed and led me down to the shower. I undressed and followed him into the steaming water of the shower. We took a quick shower before heading back to my room to dress. I followed Hans back downstairs to the desk. The blond desk clerk asked if my room was ok and if Hans had been of help in getting me settled. He winked as he asked. I patted the head of the young boy and said that he was an excellent help. I asked the clerk about the location of a bar that I knew opened early in the afternoon, the Web. He pulled out a smaller map of the area and drew a line from the hotel to the location of the bar. I thanked him and took off back to the station to buy a tram pass. With that I took the tram to the main museum. I spent over an hour touring the museum before heading out to my first Amsterdam gay bar. The Web was on a tiny side street that I would've easily missed without the detailed map from the hotel. I walked into the brightly lighted space. There were a group of leather and jean clad men playing pool. I walked to the bar and ordered a beer. I stood back against the bar to observe the patrons. Most were older, leather men who focused on the pool game. I did notice a few men walk to the side of the bar and go up some stairs. Waiting a while, I casually walked to the other side of the bar and followed them up. It was very dark with only a few red lights to illuminate the area. There was a maze with small, curtained off areas around. As I walked I observed various semi-naked men in sexual activities. From my past experience, I knew that there were many more men up here than in the bar downstairs. A bit of sun light attracted my attention and I headed in that direction. A leather curtained doorway led to a secluded roof top deck. In the middle was a leather sling with a man secured in it naked. Men wearing only leather chaps were standing around him. Some were attaching cloths pins to his nipples. Another stood at his ass teasing him with a good sized cock rubbing around his hole. A tall, blond, bearded man walked around giving poppers to all the others. I stood at the side watching. The tall blond walked over to me and offered the poppers. I took the bottle against my nostril and inhaled deeply. He smiled grabbing my crotch. He put the top back on the poppers and pulled out a loaded pipe. He lit the pipe and handed to me. I took it and took a hit of the sweet, smelling grass. He did the same and handed the pipe back to me. One more hit and my head was flying. Another hit of the poppers and I really didn't care what was going on around me. One of the men wearing only chaps walked over to us. He pushed me to my knees in front of his exposed, hard dick. I knew what to do and swallowed it to the root as he kissed the blond. I reached up to unzip the blond's jeans. Out popped one of the most gorgeous cocks that I had ever seen. It was thick, long uncut meat. The tip barely stuck out from the skin. The tip was moist with his fluid. I immediately took as much as I could into my mouth. His blond pubic bush was soon tickling my nose. I inhaled his musky, masculine scent. I was stoned and ablaze with desire for cocks. It no longer mattered whose as long as it was offered to me. The other men noticed the three of us and moved away from the sling. Minutes later I was surrounded by cocks, seven men all with their hard cocks in front of me. One man went to take my jeans down. I was going commando and felt that I'd made a good decision. The poppers were again pressed to my nose. I gladly inhaled in anticipation of the fun to come. They guided me to a fuck bench in the corner of the deck. There was tarp overhead to shield us. I lay back on the bench with my pants still around my feet. This proved to be perfect. One man held my legs back using my jeans to expose my man pussy for the horny Dutch men. One by one, they took turns driving their stiff cocks up my hole. It seemed to be a well practiced game for them. Each man would pump me three or four times before turning my hole over to his mate. I was high and loving it. Finally, I begged "Will one of you studs drop a load in my needy ass?" The first tall, blond pushed a man aside from my hole. He plunged his dick into me in a single move. I moaned out my joy as he gave me relentless pounding. One last time he sank that Dutch dick in to the root and cursed in Dutch as he held himself in my body seeding me with his virile cum. The others unloaded on my naked chest as the moaned their appreciation. One by one they left until only I and the blond fucker remailed on the deck. He reached over to a rack of paper towels, handing me a bunch to clean up with. I stood, pulling up my jeans and I followed him back downstairs. The smiling bartender handed me a shot glass saying, "Drink this." I downed it in a single swallow. It was absinthe and it burned as it went down. I sat at the far end of the bar for an hour. The bartender's shift ended and he guided me out of the bar, telling me to let him take care of me. I soon found that we were in the day sauna's steam room. The dry steam soon had my head clearing up. The bartender, an American, took me to the sauna's bar and bought me lots of bottled water. After another trip into the steam, I began to feel normal. We walked around for a bit until he found an empty cabin and led me inside, locking the door behind us. He kissed me deeply as he lay me on the rubber covered bed. I said "thank you, how can I ever repay you?". He began kissing my neck and working his way down my body. I felt his long, thick, cut cock rub against my stomach. I knew how I wanted to repay him. I raised my legs up to wrap them around his waist. He moaned at that and whispered "This time I want to give you some of me." I accepted him into my body and he proved to be an energetic lover. It seemed that he never went soft for the next hour as he gave me three of his loads. After the last one, we sat talking. Like me, he'd come to Amsterdam ten years ago on vacation BUT he never left. He's married a Dutch guy. That lasted for 2 years until the man found a younger toy. He was left with an apartment, a Dutch passport, and a job in the bar. He'd managed to survive but just barely. Now he sat behind the bar watching as one tourist after another climbed the stairs to the maze and deck for hours of dick play. He'd grown hard watching me being taken on the roof deck via the CCTV camera on the roof. He told me that he knew that he had to have a piece of the action, at least this once. We left the sauna and asked him if I could share a rijsttafel, the Indonesian rice feast with me. I told him that I'd read so much about it and since it was large enough for 2 to share it would be my treat. So, we shared one at a place he knew. With 2 beers we must've eaten for over an hour. I was stuffed by the time we parted that night. I roamed around the gay area for a while before heading back to my hotel. When I went in there was a different guy working the desk. I bearded dark haired man. He asked how my night went. I told him about the meal and some of the places I'd seen. He asked if I wanted to visit the hotel's bar on the lower level. He explained that it was for guests and special friends of the owners. I told him that after I showered, I'd like to see it. I went to my room for a quick shower and change of cloths. I changed into a pair of jean cut offs since I had no intention of going out again that night. I went to the front desk wearing my cut offs, a t-shirt, and flip flops. The young man at the desk pointed to a door I'd not noticed and a buzzer sounded. I went in to find a set of steep Dutch stairs going down. I heard music and followed the sounds through a set of wooden doors. The bar was dimly lit with a few candles on the walls. The small bar was staffed by that same blond I'd met on my arrival. I ordered a beer as my eyes adjusted. He put the beer on my room tab and handed me a small bottle of poppers. There were about 20 men in the room. All were in leather or rubber. Many had already pulled their hard cocks out to be played with. Strobe lights flashed around the room. I noticed that there were various pieces of bondage gear around. All were being used by groups of 2 or 3 men. I stood drinking my beer and watching. The bartender leaned over and whispered, "Don't just look, enjoy our friends." He gave me a gentle push. I walked around various groups of men. Some grabbed my crotch. Others tapped my ass as I passed them. Someone shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose. Another man unbuttoned my cut offs, pulling out my cock. I moaned but kept walking until I returned to stand at the end of the small bar. The bartender came over to stand behind me. He took advantage of my unzipped and unbuttoned shorts to push his hand down the back of them. I felt him finger my ass hole. He nodded to a man standing near us. The man rushed over an knelt in front of me to pull out and began nursing on my cock as if were the last one on earth. As he did this, he tugged my shorts down exposing my bare ass to the bartender. He murmured something in Dutch into my ear and pushed 2 fingers into my well used hole. I was trapped between the two men who were intent on molesting me. I put up no resistance. Okay, the first day of four in Amsterdam has begun. Do you want to find out what the others hold?