Date: Thu, 10 May 2007 06:59:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 6 Amsterdam

Around the World 6 Amsterdam

Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without
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Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and
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As the family drove past dikes and Dutch windmills, Juan asked, "Malcolm,
What's the age of consent here in Holland?"

"Well, that's very interesting, Juan. It's 16 here also. But a few years
ago, it was only 12."

"Wow. That's super neat. Why did they change it?"

"It's a long story, Juan. Lots of politics involved. A lot of complaints
came from law enforcement agencies in the US. And after a while, they
raised the age back up."

"But we aren't in America now. How can the US tell them what to do."

"Holland is one of the US's allies and trading partners. Holland wants to
keep America happy."

"I don't think that sounds fair."

"One good thing about Holland: even though it's illegal for a man to have
sex with a boy like you, Juan, the Dutch are still willing to talk about
it and argue about it and do research studies and publish magazines.
That's something we can't do back home. There are a lot of important men
here who are willing to say they love boys. And many organizations and
political parties here have gone out on a limb to endorse it."

"Wow, you sure know a lot about it."

"I try to do my homework. Some people have told lies about boy lovers in
Holland. Like they claim that little boys are sold like slaves for
prostitution and child porn. Even gay groups are reluctant to defend them
now."

"Mama, is Malgum getting angry. He sounds mad."

"I'm sorry, Pepito. I didn't mean to upset you. I just feel strongly
about this issue. Boys and men who love each other like we do should be
able to show each other their love, and other people shouldn't give a
fuck."

"Hehe, Malcolm sounds like those guys in Hyde Park."

"OK, OK, I'll climb down off my soap box now."

"So if 16 is the age of consent here, then everything is OK."

"How do you figure that, Juan."

"Well, Pepito is 6 and I'm 11, so together we're 17, so it's all OK,
see?"

"Yeah, well, it doesn't work that way, I'm afraid."

"You could fuck two eight-year old boys, or four four-year old boys, or
eight two-year old boys, or . . ."

"OK, OK, Mr. Einstein, that's far enough."

.oOo.

It was almost noon when Malcolm veered off the highway and followed the
signs to Loevestein Castle. He felt it was time for a break. The castle
was nearly empty, so the boys had the run of the place, discovering
hidden wonders around every turn. The tour guide explained the castle was
built in the 1300s by a vassal who rebelled against his count. He got
rich, demanding tolls from the ships that sailed by his castle. As years
went by, the castle often changed hands, usually through violence. Often
the heavy stone edifice served as a prison.

As they wound up their tour, Malcolm asked the guide why there were so
few tourists. "October is not a big tourist season in the Netherlands.
Spring -- that's when all the tulips are blooming."

.oOo.

About an hour outside of Amsterdam, Malcolm asked Maria to check the
guidebook for a hotel. Each person in the car had his or her criteria for
making a choice:

Malcolm: "We should get a hotel with suites. It's important for you,
Maria, to be able to get some privacy and protect yourself from all these
horny males."

Maria: "Well, I think it's important to have a view. While you three boys
are playing your games on your bed in the middle of the day, I like to
sit by the window and look at the beautiful city."

Juan: "Get a hotel where they put chocolates on your pillow each day."

Pepito: "I want a bidday!"

If Rascal and Oso had opinions on the matter, they thankfully kept them
to themselves.

They finally settled into a medium sized hotel on the edge of the city,
ate a delicious Dutch dinner, topped off with nice thick wedges of
appeltaart. Maria headed off to bed, to prepare for a new day of
discovery in a new city. In their own room, Pepito sucked his thumb while
Juan sucked Malcolm's cock. Then Pepito studied carefully as Malcolm gave
Juan his first Dutch neuken.

.oOo.

Juan's blog
October 23 - Hallo. I gotta talk Dutch 'cause now we're in Holland!
Except they don't call it Holland; they call it the Netherlands. And they
don't call it Dutch either; they say it's Netherlandish. We see lots of
windmills here. They use them to pump water off the land into the canals.
The water in the canals is higher than the land! So it's important to
have good dikes for the canals. Malcolm told us a story about a boy who
saved his village from a flood by putting his thumb in a hole in the
dike! He was a real good little boy. But Malcolm says I'm a real good
little boy too. Hehehe. We went to this place called Maurodam, where they
have all these miniature houses and we felt like we were giants. And we
went to the Anne Frankhuis. Anne was a Jew and her family had to hide
from the Nazis. So this nice Dutch family hid them in their house. Anne's
whole family was in a tiny secret room. And Anne wrote a diary about it.
Why do some people hate other people so much? Just be! cause they look
different, or talk different, or worship different, or love different?
It's not right.

vaarwel (that means goodbye)
Juan

.oOo.

On Saturday morning, Malcolm brought the boys to the Noordermarkt. They
found a great assortment of delicious organic foods. As Maria and Malcolm
stocked up on foods for a picnic, the boys entertained themselves in the
playground in the middle of the market. Of course, they made friends with
several Amsterdamer boys there. Maria saw a sign for a flea market on
Monday. So she planned to return to check out the antiques and other
items. She couldn't resist a sale. She told Malcolm he should probably
find something else to do with the boys on Monday. Malcolm also saw a
notice posted that piqued his interest and he wrote down the details.
They ate an early supper at the Café Winkel, the boys warming up with
mugs of hot chocolate.

On Sunday, they set out early with a picnic basket and headed for
Vondelpark. This huge park was filled with families strolling about the
many lakes, biking along the miles of paths, or chasing dogs around the
lawns. After their picnic, Malcolm checked out the Film Museum in the
center of the park, but decided a game of frisbee would be the best way
to work off all that food.

"Boys, do you want to see a basketball game tonight? Yesterday at the
market I saw a sign for a special benefit game to raise money for one of
the hospitals. It's sponsored by Amsterdamse Lichtbond (ALB)." Malcolm
drove to the gym, bought the tickets and led them inside. One thing
caught the boys' (and Maria's) attention immediately; everyone in the
stands was naked. Apparently the ALB is a nudist group. "Boys, one thing
we're going to do often on this trip: 'when in Rome, do as the Romans.'"

"But we're in Amsterdam, hehe." The boys quickly got their clothes off.
Malcolm likewise. Even Maria, though she thought she had been tricked,
stripped down to her bra and panties. They laid their clothes on the
bleachers, sat, and started looking around. The stands were filling up
with Dutch families, men, women, kids of all ages, including, for
Malcolm's enjoyment, boys with single digit ages.

The young nude cheerleaders, both sexes, came out and began bouncing
through their routines to generate some crowd enthusiasm. Finally, the
two teams themselves entered the court, distinguished only by the color
of the painted numbers on their chests and backs. Juan and Pepito loved
watching ten men race down the court, dicks flying. Malcolm loved
watching the little nine-year old boy who served as the cheerleaders'
mascot, performing his role with juvenile gusto. Maria had fun whenever
the crowd did "the wave." There was a lot of dribbling that evening.

.oOo.

Maria left the hotel early on Monday hoping to get first crack at the
best flea market items. Malcolm told the boys he found a nice museum they
could investigate and learn a lot. The boys were not very excited at the
prospect of traipsing through yet another old museum, but they knew
Malcolm would insist it was part of their education, so they reluctantly
got dressed for their outing.

Their interest was suddenly piqued, though, when they arrived at the
Venustempel, Amsterdam's famous sex museum. One gallery had statues of
naked men and women from ancient Greece and other civilizations, and
phallic images from the Pacific islands. After all, the whole point of
this round-the-world adventure was to learn about different cultures. Of
special interest were some old Chinese silks with pictures of men and
boys performing fellatio. In another wing were copies of magazines,
classic Playboys, early French naturalist journals, German gay BDSM
issues. Also, "Vriendschap" and "Verstandig Ouderschap," two Dutch
periodicals that celebrated intergenerational love. Another display told
the history of MARTIJN, the Dutch pedophile advocacy group. Remembering
his conversations with Dexter back in Brighton, Malcolm was determined to
help Juan (and Pepito as well) understand that the love they shared was
not strange, but rather something many men and boys had learned to e!
njoy throughout history and around the world.

Their minds swimming with images of dildos and spouting cocks, the men
met Maria back at the hotel and briefly examined her bargain finds.
However this afternoon, they were particularly anxious to get into the
bedroom, and shut the door. Maria sat down by the window and relaxed
while her males released their pent up energies.

That evening, they ate at the hip Westerpark. Located in an abandoned
water plant, the ceiling hovered a hundred feet above their table, and
the room was lit with old stadium floodlights. The dinner was one of the
best they had yet enjoyed in Europe.

When they got back to the hotel, Pepito was dead to the world and Malcolm
carried him up to the room. Maria suggested they not bother undressing
him. She kissed Juan good night and went to her room. Malcolm and Juan,
however, were still stimulated enough to enjoy another neuken.

"I love you more than those boys in old Greece loved their men, Malcolm."

"I love you more than the men in India love their boys, Juan."

"More than the African children."

"China"

"New Guinea."

"No one ever loved a boy more than I love you, my angel Juan."

Soon words gave way to quiet moans and silent kisses. And verbal language
was replaced by the music of slurping tongues, and moist genitals.
Eventually, the predominant sound was that of an adult penis pistoning in
and out of a well-lubed prepubescent anus, accompanied by a mixed age
male chorus of excited contentment. When Juan did finally fall asleep
wrapped in his lover's strong arms, copious zaad was oozing from his
aars.

.oOo.

On the final weekend of October the Amsterdam Dance Event was held. For
three days and nights, every club in town rang with the music of the
latest dance crazes. Maria hired an oppas, donned her beautiful red gown
from Pierre, took Malcolm's arm, and headed for the Melkweg for an
evening out. The music was wonderful, but these visitors soon realized
that the dancers were in a different league. They were satisfied to
simply sit and watch the experts show what dancing was meant to be.

"I'm sorry, Maria, I guess I'm getting a little old for this. In two
days, shit, I'm going to be 44!"

"Hehe, Señor Malcolm. Don't be silly. You're not over the hill. I'm
afraid I still haven't found anything for your present. I had hoped I'd
see something at the flea market but nothing seemed just right."

"Well, if I do have any youthful energy left, Maria, it's only because of
your beautiful Juan. He is the best present you could possibly give me."
Malcolm bent over the table and kissed his lover's mother.

"If I know my boys, they've probably already cooked up something to give
you for you birthday. Lately they've been spending a lot of time closed
up in their room."

"Yes, I've noticed that also. Sure does make me curious."

.oOo.

Though it was the last day of October, in Amsterdam only a few tourists
celebrate Halloween. But for Juan and Pepito, there was something much
more important to celebrate.

"Psst, Pepito, wake up. Don't make any noise."

"Huh, what?" Pepito rubbed his eyes and hugged Oso tight. "Why you
way-ging me up?"

"Today's the day. Come on. This is what you've been practicing for."

Suddenly, the light bulb lit. A huge smile spread across Pepito's face
and his eyes opened wide. "Hehe. Is today his birthday?" Juan nodded.
"Neat. Can we do it now?" Another nod.

In his dream, Malcolm is running across a field of tulips with a boy
holding each hand, -- all three as naked as Mannekin Pis. At the edge of
a dike, in the shadow of a windmill, they fall on the ground laughing.
Malcolm feels a drop of water on his face. Uh oh, the dike is leaking.
They stand up and find the hole is high in the wall, above Malcolm's
head. He grabs Pepito and holds him up but instead of his finger, the tot
sticks his pretty boy nail in the hole to save the village. Malcolm is
proud of the boy but as time passes his arms begin to tire. He is getting
sleepy. He must keep up his strength. He needs a shot of adrenaline. Juan
knows just what to do. He begins sucking away on Malcolm's cock. And sure
enough, the man's strength returns.

"Yes, yes. That is so good, Juan. You make me feel like a strong young
man. You suck so good. You are an expert, Juan."

"Thank you, Malcolm. And Happy Birthday."

Slowly, Malcolm opens his eyes. He looks up at the ceiling, and realizes
where he is. He smiles, and closes his eyes again, reveling in the small
mouth that knows just how to wake his cock up in the morning. Then he
frowns. How could Juan have spoken to him and still kept sucking on him?
He opens his eyes again and looks down his chest at the tiny head working
away on his mantool.

At the foot of the bed, Juan stood laughing. "We tricked you, Malcolm!!
Hehehe."

"This isn't a trick, boys. This is a treat!!" Pepito smiled, but never
released his labial grip. "Juan, you taught him to suck, didn't you?"
Juan giggled and nodded yes. "That's what you boys have been doing by
yourselves each day." Another nod. "Well, that is a wonderful present.
Now, I almost wish I had a birthday every day."

"I'm gonna go get Mama. Pepito wants her to see what he learned." In a
few seconds, Juan was dragging his mother into the room, barely giving
her a chance to close over her bathrobe. "See, Mama? See what Pepito is
doing? Malcolm says it feels good."

"That's right, Maria, Pepito is a world-class cocksucker."

"I think he must have had a great coach, Señor Malcolm." She hugged her
oldest son.

"Uh, boys, you know what the real test of a great blow job is?"

"Sure, it's if you want to shoot your wad. Shit, are you going to do that
now. Hey, Pepito, let me take over now. Malcolm's going to cum soon."

"Hmmphhmph." Like a dog, Pepito was not going to relinquish his prize
bone.

"OK. If that's what you want." Malcolm let loose a massive load of jizz
into the tiny mouth. Pepito did his best to hold on but finally let go,
his mouth dripping manjuice. Malcolm grabbed the tiny boy and
french-kissed him while his brother finished the job on the cock. Maria
applauded.