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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
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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.
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|  Andrew Whitaker, The Horny RA          |   author of "Dorm Encounters" and  |
|  whitaker@athena.cs.uga.edu             |   "Around the World in 80 Orgasms  |
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