Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2023 22:19:05 +0100 From: john skehan Subject: busmans holiday 18 Busman's holiday 18 cajuncock Ok, if you've gotten this far you know the drill. This is a work of gay fiction, It is the property of the author and may not be reused without his written permission. Now sit back, unzip, grab a rag, and enjoy. comments- cajunboi868@gmail My days in Amsterdam came to an end all too soon. On my final morning I managed to have one more adventure with the deaf boy and the desk clerk in a threesome in the empty basement bar. I was a bit sad to leave all of these wonderful men. I headed to the central station for the short ride to the airport and my flight back to Miami. I picked up a US paper only to discover that a hurricane that I thought I'd missed had turned around and headed back down the coast. The KLM flight back was departing on time. It was a ten hour trip, more than enough time for me to catch a nap. But to my surprise one of our cabin stewards was Claude. He pinched my ass as he helped me load my carryon in the overhead. His service during the flight was very attentive. We did have time to talk between meal services. He often had 2 day layovers in Miami. I gave him my email and phone number telling him that he might want to enjoy some of my hospitality. Landing in Miami I soon discovered the extent of the damage from the storm. Many of the large windows in the terminal were covered in wooden panels. I did find that the local train back to Lauderdale was operating. Once there I took a taxi back to my condo fearing the worst. I was relieved to find little damage. My good neighbor had gone to the kennel and brought my dogs home with him rather than letting them suffer in the overheated place. I thanked him profusely for that kindness. He had also found that one of the local eateries had been able to get a generator and a grill so it was serving as a takeout place. We walked over with the dogs to get lunch and dinner for later. Even though many places were closed and there was a dusk to dawn curfew, the gay bars were open for a few hours a day. Some had even secured a grill and were serving lite meals. We decided after taking care of the dogs to walk the 15 minutes to the local leather bar. I was surprised that it was crowded. The owners had secured a limited amount of ice for drinks and with no electricity had served warm beer and punch like drinks. More of a surprise was the open sexual orgy that was taking place on their patio. Men who had been stuck at home were now free to come out in more ways than ever. My neighbor soon hooked up with a man who had driven to the bar. This man confided that he'd been stuck at home with his elderly parents for four days. He was horny for some gay company. We hung out with, for a while before he offered to drive us home if we'd stop at his folks on the way. His parents welcomed tne company. We stayed for an hour while they filled us with food. As we were leaving his mother gave each of us a dish to take home. We found a place with ice and grabbed a few bags to take home. Once at the condo we invited our new friend to stay the night since the curfew would soon start. Since we were without power we were all soon naked. It was a gay condo so nudity was not unusual. We finished off the food his mother had given us and relaxed with a battery powered radio. He'd called his parents and told them that he'd spend the night rather than getting stopped by the police. Needless to say the rest of the evening was a orgy that often involved some of the men who also lived in the condo complex. All in all it was a good evening with two battery operated fans and my contented dogs. Of course, two naked men to keep me comfortable did help. I spent a lot of time telling them of my adventures in Europe. These stories often resulted in more sex play among my listeners. Shortly afterwards I made another trip to Europe. This time to buy an apartment in the south of France. I spent another two months in Lauderdale before flying off to France and my new life among kind new neighbors.