Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2008 22:50:08 +0100
From: phoenix_1977@hotmail.com
Subject: Boytoy in Paris 2

This story is a work of fiction. All resemblances with persons and actual
events is purely coincidence.

Some parts of this story contain unsafe sex. Don't be stupid and wear
rubber while having casual sex!

If you are offended by male to male gay sex or if you reside in a part of
the world where gay sex is illegal and could get you into trouble, leave
now! Otherwise, enjoy!

Although "A boytoy in Paris" was intended to be a one chapter story a lot
of people asked me how things would end for Dennis and Samuel so I decided
to write another chapter about the Dutch-French couple. I don't know if
there will be more chapters after this one. That depends on the comments I
get and whether there is more to tell after this chapter.


A Boytoy From Paris 2


I don't think there's a more despicable person alive in the world at this
moment than me. I deceived my boyfriend in a terrible matter, resulting in
hundreds of thousands of euro's damage. My former schoolfriends robbed him
silly, with my help. The only things I can say in my defence is I was
scared my boyfriend would get into trouble because of me and I saved all
the things I knew he deeply cared about. Like I said, not much of a
defence.

Let me introduce myself. My name's Samuel. I'm a student at the Sorbonne
and I'll turn 20 years old in three weeks. Until two days ago I lived in
Paris, the most beautiful city in the world. Until about 3 weeks ago I was
a happy young man with a loving, hot and horny boyfriend and a bright
future. And then it all came crashing down because an old friend of mine
got out of jail. He got some stuff about me he thought he could blackmail
me with. Unfortunately for him, that no longer worked. But he also got some
new information that might have worked and I couldn't take the chance of
Dennis getting into trouble because of me. So, I did what came naturally to
me; I rolled over and surrendered. I helped Achmed to steal all the
valuable stuff from Dennis' apartment and I ran. Achmed wanted to have sex
with me but I made him clear that would never happen again. After this I
never wanted to see or hear from him again. Achmed seemed hurt and angry,
and for a moment I thought he would rape me, but he turned around and left
the apartment. Just before he left he said "Maybe you'll never see or hear
from me again, and maybe you will. You'll never know for sure". After that
he closed the door, leaving me in the apartment where Dennis first punished
me for participating in illegal stuff with Achmed and where Dennis showed
me how much he loved me so many times after that.

After my betrayal I certainly didn't want to see Dennis. Not only was I a
little scared how he would react but also I didn't want to see the hurt and
disappointment in his eyes. And, also important, I didn't want to give
Achmed a chance to use his information after all. So I wrote Dennis a
letter (I know. Only a coward would handle stuff like this in a letter) and
I went to the university to see what my chances were. As it turned out I
could transfer for at least one year to the University of Amsterdam, full
expenses paid because of my good grades. Two days after the robbery of the
apartment I was travelling with Thalys to Amsterdam, Gay capitol of Europe.

So, here I am. Amsterdam. It's so much smaller than Paris. Truth be told,
I'm a little disappointed. The city looks old and poorly taken care
of. Although in Paris some buildings are far older than they are here our
buildings are in far better shape. But, it must be said, the atmosphere for
gay people is far better here than it is in Paris. Most people in France
are quite homophobic but somehow in Amsterdam you see that only from the
Moroccan people. Ironically I'm half Moroccan and I'm also one of the
things they seem to hate more than anything, apparently. And I noticed some
other negative element about the liberty in Amsterdam: no one seems to care
about another person, resulting in a vivid dark side of society. For
example, I saw several young men prostituting themselves behind the Central
Station in Amsterdam. Some of the boys could not have been any older than
16 years old. But several people walked past by them and ignored them
completely. Except their potential customers, that is. Some of them even
approached me and for a moment I was tempted. This way I might make enough
money to compensate Dennis for his losses. But as soon as I realised what I
would have to do for that money I felt sick with myself en left as soon as
I could. I had an appointment at the university and, after that, in the
student's dorm where I would stay for the next year or so.



Amsterdam. The city I lived during my studies and still own a house at one
of the canals. A city I hadn't planned on being anytime soon and certainly
not for a longer period of time. And yet, here I was, back in my house at
the canal, probably one of the most expensive I have, and I would give it
all away to have Samuel in my arms right now.

Although I'm Dutch I feel little love for my country. One of the reasons
why is making itself pretty clear again: no matter how important it is to
get some answers you always end up in a bureaucratic nightmare. In a lot of
countries it's just a matter of the amount of money you throw around. In
the Netherlands it's all about who can keep up longer without going insane:
you or the other person. Under ideal circumstances I'm not famous for my
patience and since Samuel's gone missing the circumstances are nothing like
ideal. Over the last four days I've been arrested twice and got kicked out
of buildings three times. And all it got me was a couple of fines, a lot of
frustration and no step closer to my boyfriend.

I walk into my living room. My living room was transformed into something
that resembled the centre of operations from the hitseries "24". I rented
everyone I could get my hands on to search for Samuel, both from the
Netherlands as other countries. I spared no expense, but I started to get
desperate. I knew Samuel was in Amsterdam for 11 days now and a lot could
happen in 11 days in a city you don't know. I contacted some old friends of
mine who still owned me some favours. Two of them are in the police force
and keep my informed if someone looking like Samuel shows up in their
system, both victim and perpetrator. So far, nothing. But that told me
something. Samuel didn't run to Amsterdam unprepared. Somehow he managed to
make some arrangements, probably through the university. I'd wish this
would make my task easier but it doesn't. Police and government are easy to
get information from when you compare them to the Dutch universities. At
least I hope I'm reading the signals right. One other possibility is Samuel
being in the hands of one of the criminal organisations involved in slaving
and forced prostitution.  Another one is Samuel being dead. These
possibilities made me really nervous and made it impossible for me to
sleep. Well, my inability to sleep had some other causes as well, listening
to the names "mum" and "Tommy" a.k.a. "Amsterdam fuck buddy". Both were
sitting in my living room, very busy trying to convince me I was being a
stupid idiot and ignoring the other. My mum because she still wouldn't
believe I am gay and Tommy because he can't believe me falling in love,
especially with someone 10 years my junior and a student. Both were here
for three days already (as soon as they heard I was back in town. I swear,
if they decided to help me instead of annoy the shit out of me I would've
found Samuel two days ago, that good are their information networks) and I
was ready to kick them out now. It was either that or killing them. Now
that I think of it, that's not such a bad idea either.



Ok, as of right now I don't believe in Karma anymore. I mean, with all the
shitty things I did I should never be happy again but here I am, laughing
my ass of with my roommates. The university put me in a pretty big
apartment with three other foreign students. There is Marc from Australia,
Cheng from China and Kwame from Ghana. They're a fun group of young men and
they made it impossible for me to keep to myself feeling sorry and ruining
my life. No, I mean they made it literally impossible since they wouldn't
leave me alone. At first I pretended I didn't speak English but that didn't
work. Both Marc and Kwame speak pretty good French. They asked me what was
going on for about a thousand times and, after a while, I told them I fled
Paris because of my boyfriend. Somehow they got the idea I fled because my
boyfriend was dangerous and hurting me and I had no intention of telling
them otherwise. I didn't want them to know what a horrible person I
am. They weren't at all shocked when I told them I had a boyfriend in
Paris. Marc was straight as an arrow. If he hadn't had at least a date with
a girl 5 times a week he considered the week lost. Cheng was gay, like me,
and told me he was seeing someone. From the way he looked at Kwame, or
better, didn't look at him, I knew Kwame was the man that stole the young
Chinese's heart. Kwame told me he was bisexual with a strong attraction to
men. He sometimes dated women because his family expected him to but he
preferred men. In Ghana he had two children who lived with their mom at his
mom's place. He made sure he had offspring so the family would live on but
he didn't plan on going back to Ghana anymore. Something else he told me
pissed me off a little. Cheng was not the only person he was
seeing. Although he liked Cheng a lot Kwame wasn't ready to tie himself
down just yet. He came to Amsterdam two months ago and discovered gay men
paradise. First he wanted to enjoy this paradise before he would settle
down. He asked me not to tell Cheng, which was hard for me, because I liked
the little Chinese with his sparkling eyes and his joyful voice. I told
Kwame I hated to lie for other people. His response upset me a little. "We
all have secrets, Samuel. You have them too. Don't make me tell on you"
before he left to get ready for a night in one of the new gay clubs
downtown, called "Club Church" with his latest conquest called Tommy. Cheng
didn't know any better than Kwame going to the library to study all
night. My heart went out to the little guy.



Thank God Tommy had a date tonight. He almost cancelled it! I almost begged
him to go. Really, I couldn't handle that guy around anymore. I know he's
handsome, horny and a great fuck, but at times like this he kept reminding
me of the character Jack, from "Will and Grace": selfish, egocentric,
extremely full of himself and just extremely annoying. In short, the
typical openly Dutch gay man. He said he'd go to a new gay club downtown,
called "Club Church". It was near Thermos gay night sauna and was a typical
gay sex club. He would be going there with some guy from Ghana, called
Kwame who was dating some Chinese guy but was also seeing other men and I
think Tommy said a lot more but I had already tuned him out. That was
Tommy's best feature: he was easy to tune out. I wish the same could be
said about my mum. Ever since she learned I was back she sent three girls
to my house to see if they could convert me to being straight. Only after I
threatened to stop giving her money the girls stopped coming.

To say my relationship with my mother was somewhat to be desired would be
the same a saying the Second World War was a neighbour's quarrel. Ever
since my coming out my mum seemed to have two goals in live: spending my
money and making my life miserable, preferably at the same time. I don't
care much about money but I thank God everyday I never told her how much
money, houses and other property I own. My mother is a pretty simple woman,
not used to having a lot of money and therefore she thinks spending the
10.000 euro's I send her every month really costs me. If only she knew.

My investigators came in, reporting their findings before heading home or
to their hotels. The first two weeks we searched for Samuel around the
clock, but we couldn't keep that up. People need sleep, even when they are
highly prised private investigators. And I also needed to do other stuff
than just sitting in my house at the canal waiting for news about Samuel. I
had a business to run and no one would benefit from me neglecting my work,
except my rivals in the field. But what bothered me most was my need for
sex. Tommy noticed it first, of course, and tried to convince me to fuck
him. That was the first time I threw him out but not the last time. I
forgot he had a key and, although I made it clear to him I really didn't
want him around, he kept coming back. Sometimes I think Tommy is a
masochist he enjoys pain, both physical and emotional. But most of the time
I realise Tommy's parents damaged him even more than my parents damaged me
and then I felt sorry for him. He would never let anyone come close because
he never trusted anyone enough. That's probably why we had had such a good
time before I met Samuel, since I didn't search for anything like a
relationship, trust and love either. It was just good hot and horny sex and
breakfast the next morning before we both left to rejoin our lives. And for
years that worked. But I also knew Tommy would've cut me out of his life if
I had ever shown signs of falling in love with him. And I almost pitied
that boy Kwame or what was his name, while the first investigators started
to do their story. For short, no one had seen Samuel. We were searching for
22 days now.



I really don't understand Dennis at the moment. What on earth could be so
damn special about that little French cocksucking student?! Dennis was a
bit young for a midlife crisis but he sure acted like one. I mean, Dennis
could not really be in love. In lust, yes, but not in love! He just doesn't
have those feelings! He's like me! He loves to fuck and sometimes get
fucked but he doesn't cuddle or go on a date. He fucks and kicks the guy
out! He doesn't do anniversaries or birthday presents or Valentine's Day!

Tommy kept on ranting like that while he was on his way to the house Kwame
shared with that awful little Chinese guy and that stuck up Australian
dude! If it wasn't for Kwame's 11 inch throbbing hard dick Tommy craved so
much he would never get anywhere near the place. Kwame was a stud who
really knew how to use that hard dick of his and Tommy loved having it in
his ass. Otherwise Tommy would never go anywhere near that house or Kwame,
for that matter. Kwame was a little dumb, as far as Tommy was
concerned. Like the other night, when Kwame had told about the new guy the
university put in with them. Some exchange student from France. Like I
care! You're not my boyfriend! You're my sextoy! My live fleshy dildo! Your
job is to fuck me, make me cum and cum inside me! Maybe it's time to move
on! Maybe after tonight it's better Kwame and I don't see each other
anymore. Than tonight he can fuck me senseless one last time before I tell
him it's over between us. In the meantime Tommy had reached the house where
Kwame lived. He rang the bell and the Australian guy opened the door in
only his boxers. "Oh, if only you were gay" Tommy mumbled. "Hey, come
up. I'm almost ready" Tommy heard Kwame yell from the bathroom. "Why don't
you grab a drink and make yourself comfortable?" Tommy decided to do just
that. When Kwame said he would be done shortly it would take at least
another half hour. Most people would be annoyed with that, but not
Tommy. Probably because he wasn't that much better himself. Tommy went into
the kitchen, getting a cold coke from the fridge. All the other stuff in
there was beer. Tommy shuddered at the idea of drinking beer. "I don't
understand why there would be any beer in a house with two gay men" Tommy
thought, completely ignoring the part that Marc was straight and there was
a new student in the house. Tommy left the kitchen and went into the living
room. Once in the living room Tommy stopped dead in his track when he saw
Samuel, Dennis' French student, sitting on the couch working on his laptop.



Wow! I'm glad Kwame and his date left. Something about this Tommy character
made me uncomfortable. The way he kept looking at me, for example. It was
pretty much the way to look at something or someone if you trying to
measure them up; whether or not they're going to be a problem. Well, I'm
not even remotely interested in Kwame or in that Tommy. The only person I
was interested in was Dennis. I called the apartment in Paris, just because
I wanted to hear his voice. No one answered the phone. I just hoped Dennis
wasn't back to his normal game: picking up guys, fucking them senseless and
then leaving them again. God, I missed Dennis! Not only did I miss his
comforting voice and strong arms but I also missed his big dick! I hadn't
been fucked for quite sometime now and I really needed it! I want to feel a
big dick in my ass. Dennis told me about all the different ways to get laid
in this city and I decided right there and then I needed sex. "Cheng, are
you going out with me?" I cried into the kitchen. Whenever Cheng was upset
he started cooking. The last time he got upset, before I got there, Marc
and Kwame ate Chinese food for over three weeks. So better to make sure he
wouldn't stay upset. "Yeah, why not. Where did you plan on going?" Cheng
shouted back. My first instinct was to call "Club Church", the place where
Kwame would be tonight. But that would definitely make us eat Chinese for
the rest of the year (it was September now) so I decided against
that. "We'll just start walking towards the gay dating district and there
we will see" I responded. But while both Cheng and me were getting ready to
hit the town I realised there was another reason why I didn't want to go to
the same bar as Kwame and his date. I couldn't shake the feeling I had seen
Tommy before. I just couldn't remember when or where but if I never saw him
again it would still be too soon.



I gave the investigators the weekend off. After 22 days of searching I
thought it wouldn't hurt. Besides, I wanted to have my house for myself for
a day or two. I just wanted some peace and quiet, especially now that Tommy
had left. Peace and quiet aren't compatible with Tommy being in your
house. Unfortunately, just after I had settled at the couch with some
literature for work the doorbell rang. Two of my friends were standing
there, apparently planning on going out, judging on their clothes. One look
at their faces and I knew I could kiss my quiet night goodbye. "So you
thought you could return to the city without calling us? As punishment you
will buy the drinks tonight" Kees said. "We are pretty hurt you didn't
bother to call us but you did call Joris" Raymond continued. "Don't take it
personal, guys. I needed Joris' help. I'm looking for someone" I said. "Who
isn't?" Raymond giggled. I didn't remember him being so feminine and, truth
be told, it was a pretty big turnoff. I always had a crush on Raymond, even
though he and Kees were happily married. Raymond, Kees and me knew each
other from high school and we knew we were gay when we were pretty
young. But we never hit it off sexually. Somehow we were afraid it would
damage our friendship, although Kees and Raymond fell in love quickly. They
married right after gay people could get married. That caused a little
problem because both of them wanted me to be their best man. Since Dutch
law doesn't allow that, we decided I wouldn't be best man at all so no one
would feel I favoured one of the over the other. Anyway, they were right I
should've called them and in an instant I broke down. I started crying and
scared the living daylights out of Kees and Raymond. They never saw me cry,
not even when my mother threatened to kick me out after my coming out. They
guided me back inside and I told them about Samuel, how we met and what I
did to him. Raymond looked like he was ready to tear me apart but Kees kept
him from that. After the whole story was told, Raymond still wasn't looking
too happy. "Dennis, I can handle you sleeping around. I can even handle you
paying men to sleep with you. But I'm not sure I can handle you raping a 19
years old student. However, since he apparently enjoyed it and you fell in
love with him, I'll let it go, for once. But if I ever hear something like
this again, you'll answer to me" Raymond said. I couldn't say anything
because I was in tears again. I missed Samuel so much!

"Come with us. You need to get out!" Kees said. I knew from experience Kees
wouldn't let it go. For Kees hitting the town was the answer to
everything. That's probably why he became a DJ and a pretty successful one
at that. Raymond was a professor in art history at the University of
Amsterdam and together they had a nice apartment near Waterloo Square. I
got dressed and Kees helped me fix my face up. As a DJ he knew all the
tricks to fix up a ruined face. After we got dressed we walked to the gay
dating district and in what bar we would end up we would see when we got
there.



Ok, so how could I know there was a leather only party at "Club Church"?
Kwame was pretty annoyed with me and, in return, I wasn't too happy with
him either. Not even his huge cock was worth all of this. We were arguing
while entering one the gay bars, called "The Arc". One of the reasons I
chose this place was because I knew Kwame would feel awkward here, since he
was wearing his normal baggy skaterlook clothes. "The Arc" is more
sophisticated than that. He was on my turf now and I had the upper hand
here. Or so I thought. While walking in I saw Samuel and that Chinese boy,
Cheng, sitting at the bar. Unfortunately, so did Kwame and all of a sudden
the tables had turned. Now I was the one being in unfamiliar territory,
since he had backup. His small Chinese fuckfest had seen him as well and,
if things weren't bad enough already, Samuel turned and saw us as well. I
expected Kwame to be happy his friends were here but somehow he wasn't. He
wouldn't look at the little Chinese and all of a sudden it hit me. The
Chinese guy was in love with the big black stud and didn't know he was also
seeing other people. He said something to Samuel and got ready to
leave. Oh, this made a useless night a little better. At least I wasn't the
only one going to bed miserable and alone tonight. Yes, this night wasn't a
total loss after all.



Unbelievable! Of all the bars in town Kwame and that dipshit entered the
same one as where Cheng and I went. As soon as I saw Cheng's face I knew
something was terribly wrong. Then I turned around and I saw what the
reason was why his world fell apart. At least Kwame had the decency to look
guilty, although Tommy wasn't looking that peachy either. "I'm going home,
Samuel. I could have dealt with him cheating on me, but not with him!"
Cheng told me. So Cheng knew more about Tommy. I needed to ask him about it
later. I still couldn't shake the feeling I knew that guy and maybe Cheng
could tell me how I knew him. But that would have to wait. First I needed
to get Cheng home safely. In order to do that I first needed to get him
past Kwame and the Ice Prince. Kwame was at least one foot taller than me
and built like a brick wall while Cheng was at least one foot smaller than
me and could hide behind a lamppost. Still, I suspected Cheng wanting to
hit Kwame. If Kwame would hit Cheng back we would be busy scraping him off
the walls for days. Cheng put on his coat, looking at Kwame with anger in
his eyes. Do you know the saying: "Hell hath no fury than a woman scorn"?
Well, whoever said that first never met a small gay Chinese scorn. For a
moment I pitied Kwame when he'd come home tonight. I also put on my coat
and walked with Cheng towards the door.



Oh no! Why did Cheng and Samuel have to be at this particular bar? Tommy
bringing me here made sense. He'd feel he was in his element while I was
definitely not. Man, with the money most of the outfits I saw cost you
could feed an entire village in my country for a month! I don't understand
why someone would spend so much money on clothes! Clothes are functional to
cover yourself and to keep you warm but other than that I was only
interested in how to get them off as soon as possible.

Only one look at Cheng was what I needed to see he was hurt and
disappointed in me. He and Samuel got up and walked towards the front
door. As soon as they passed me I could see a lot of anger as well in
Cheng's eyes and it turned me on! My dick got harder than I had ever felt
it and I think that if Cheng had touched me there and then I would've
creamed my jeans (I never wear underwear because it's only one more thing
to get off). As soon as Samuel and Cheng passed Tommy and me I realised I
was an idiot. Tommy would never choose me. He would never be with me the
way Cheng would. Cheng would choose me and stay with me in a way even my
ex-wife wouldn't. Let her deal with the kids and stuff! I'll stay with
Cheng, calling any place in the world home, as long as he was
there. "Tommy, I don't think things will work out for us. It's better if we
don't see each other anymore" I said casually. "My future's with
Cheng". And with that I left Tommy standing there and went after Cheng and
Samuel. I would probably have difficult times ahead of me because of what I
did, but I would win Cheng's love for me back. I had to! "Wait up, please"
I shouted. Cheng and Samuel were standing outside. I ran over to them and I
grabbed Cheng's arm. Big mistake! Very big mistake!



The nerve! Where did he get the nerve to tell me it wouldn't work?! No one
had ever told me it would not work! Oh, he would be sorry he did this! He
would be sorry he made a fool out of me in public! I would make him and his
lowlife friends be sorry! I would make him and everyone he felt close to
pay for this humiliation! Watch out, Kwame! You made an enemy today!



While Kees, Raymond and me walked into the Reguliersdwarsstraat, one of the
streets where a lot of gay bars were, we noticed something going on in
front of our destination: "The Arc". A tall black guy (pretty goodlooking
as well) was having an argument with a small Chinese guy and someone was
trying to keep the apart. He looked familiar even though he looked at the
ground. I recognised the black guy from a picture Tommy showed me as being
Tommy's date but I didn't see Tommy anywhere. My eyes drifted off towards
the person trying to keep the two young men apart. And it hit me! His
length, his build, his complexion. Of course I knew this young
man. "Samuel!"



Either Kwame is the dumbest man in the world or the most naïve. What was he
thinking grabbing Cheng like that? His Chinese boyfriend just saw him enter
with someone he apparently disliked (say about Cheng all you will, but he
does have good taste) and Kwame tried to physically stop him from leaving
after that?! Is the world gone crazy or what?

Thank God Cheng is so much smaller than me, otherwise I don't know what
would've happened. I knew how it would've ended, though. In hospital! Kwame
mildly hurt but still in need of some stitches and maybe a cast of two and
Cheng fighting for his live in the OR or the ICU because Kwame lost it. And
still I had a hard time keeping the two men apart. From the corner of my
eyes I saw Tommy standing there with a smirk on his face. Somehow I really
disliked the guy. And then all came crashing down when I heard a
cry. Someone cried a name. My name! Someone cried my name in a city I
hardly knew anyone. Even worse, I knew the voice that had cried me name. I
looked up and saw Dennis standing only 10 feet away from me together with
two men his age. It seemed that time itself stopped. The world stopped and
nothing mattered except Dennis and me. I saw the shock on his face. I saw
the surprise but I saw no anger or disappointment.

I let Cheng and Kwame go, turned around and ran as hard as I could in the
opposite direction. I ran away from Dennis.



Kwame and Cheng met each other the hard way that night when Samuel ran
away. They looked at each other in shock and than looked at Samuel, running
as if the devil himself was after him. They only had a few seconds to
overcome their shock before they were thrown aside by a man, approximately
30 years old, running after Samuel, screaming his name. But there was no
way he could overtake Samuel before Samuel would reach the bikes he and
Cheng had used. Cheng and Kwame looked at each other, their fight forgotten
for the moment. Something was wrong with their friend and he might need
their help. They started running towards their bikes, only to see Samuel
had already reached his, had jumped on it and was racing towards their
dorm, leaving that 30-something guy standing there, screaming his lungs
out.



As soon as Kwame and Cheng came home I knew this time I would have to
confess what happened. I tired to think of several things I could tell
them, but somehow my mind jammed every time I thought of Dennis who
apparently was in Amsterdam! What was he doing here? Was it coincidence he
was here? Yeah, right! No one would ever believe in coincidence when the
odds were like this. No, it was obvious Dennis was in Amsterdam because of
me but I have no idea how he found out I was in Amsterdam. No way he would
get information like that from the Sorbonne and I didn't tell anyone where
I went. Not even my parents or my former roommate knew why or whereto I
left.

"Ok, so I take it that was you former boyfriend" Kwame asked. "He seemed so
relieved to see you. Not at all like he was about to smash your skull or
something".

"I never said he was. I only said I fled Paris because of my boyfriend and
you thought it was because he was abusive. I just never corrected it" I
replied.

"If he wasn't abusive, why did you run from him? He looked great and,
seeing how hurt he sounded when you ran, he loves you. I don't think HE
would ever cheat on his boyfriend" Cheng said, making sure Kwame knew he
hadn't forgotten about him. Kwame's judgement was only postponed, nothing
more.

"I guess you guys have a right to know what is wrong" I said. "It all
started almost a year ago when a former classmate of mine, Achmed, called
me to help him make some money". Over the next hour or something I told
them the entire story. Sometimes Cheng or Kwame interrupted me but they
never made any nasty comments towards me.

"Samuel, you should stop blaming yourself. Yes, it was an error of
judgement to help Achmed in stead of talking to Dennis, but you were trying
to protect him. And apparently Dennis thought so too. Why would he be here
otherwise?"

"Well, he could be here for business. He does own an auctionhouse in the
city and a house at one of the Canals. Or maybe he does want some revenge
on me" I stated. But I never truly believed that, especially after telling
my friends about the past year. But, by running from him tonight, I made it
difficult for myself to talk to him. I didn't even know his address in
Amsterdam so how would I ever find him? Was that what he was trying to do?
Was Dennis looking for me? Although Amsterdam was way smaller than Paris it
was still virtually impossible to find someone who didn't want to be
found. I was startled from my thoughts because of the arguing between Kwame
and Cheng.

"Can't you get him to stop calling? That ringtone annoys the hell out of
me" Cheng bitched towards Kwame.

"Tell me how, ok? You tell me how I can make Tommy stop calling" Kwame
asked.

Of course! That's how I recognised Tommy. He was one of Dennis'
fuckbuddies! He knew how I could find Dennis! But than something else
dawned me. If he was Dennis's friend, he should know it if Dennis was
looking for me. And Dennis would probably have his friends involved in that
search, probably with photo's. But Tommy hadn't reacted when he saw me
earlier that night. So maybe I was wrong about all of it and Dennis wasn't
looking for me. Man, I really made a mess of things!



"Kwame isn't answering his phone" Tommy said. He turned around and almost
wished he hadn't. This is not the person he knew all those years. Even Kees
and Raymond didn't know if this Dennis was still the same as the young man
they knew. There was an anger in Dennis' face that had never been there
before. It had all started when Dennis saw Tommy come from "The Arc" and he
heard the African man tell Tommy they were done. In one clear moment it all
made sense to Dennis. The African man was Kwame, Tommy's boy of interest at
the moment, and somehow Kwame was connected to Samuel. So, Dennis
confronted Tommy. Tommy quickly made up a story that Samuel was with that
Chinese guy who knew Kwame and that he never saw Samuel before Samuel came
into the bar. Dennis asked why Tommy hadn't called as soon as he saw Samuel
in the bar. Tommy had no quick answer to that one, which was why Dennis
didn't believe him. Even more, Dennis made a mental note to change the
locks to his house so Tommy couldn't get in anymore. He just didn't trust
Tommy anymore. As soon as this all was over his ... whatever it was with
Tommy would be over as well.

"Why don't you give me Kwame's number and go home?" Dennis said. Tommy knew
Dennis was done with him. He had been dismissed. Two times in one night!
That was definitely a record. Still, he couldn't be as angry with Dennis as
he was with Kwame. He and Dennis had too much of a history. And Tommy knew
he had screwed up himself. He knew Dennis knew him too well and he knew
Dennis knew he had been lying about Samuel. Tommy wrote down Kwame's number
on a piece of paper, took Dennis keys off his keyring and left the house,
glad to leave the man he shared so much with but who seemed a stranger to
him now.



It was late. Or early. Kwame just didn't know anymore. Was it hours or
weeks since they got home from the city? All Kwame knew was that Samuel
went to bed not long after he finished telling his story. Kwame and Cheng
stayed in the living room but weren't talking. Kwame tried a couple of
times but every time he started saying something Cheng looked at him like
he was some kind of rodent. It annoyed Kwame but he knew there wasn't much
he could do about it. He had been wrong and he would have to endure
this. If only he knew why Cheng was so upset! They never said their
relationship was exclusive. So why did Cheng make him feel like he had done
something inexcusable? And worse, why did it feel like he deserved nothing
less?



What was that big African bastard thinking? Did he really think he could
talk his way out of this with that low, smooth sexy voice of his, while
looking with those deep, almost black eyes at Cheng, undressing him with
those eyes? And then massaging him with those big, strong hands, moving
lower and lower, slowly rubbing his back, moving to the front rubbing his
nipples. Oh, that would certainly sent shivers down his spine, right into
his crotch, making him hard as a rock and opening his asshole to make it
ready to receive Kwame's big, throbbing black cock.

"Stop it!" Cheng cursed at himself. "You're angry with him, remember? Oh,
you like him, alright, but there's no need to surrender that easily. Grow
some self-respect, will you?"

Cheng had known Kwame was also sleeping with other men. Although Cheng
wasn't happy with it he knew Kwame hadn't been ready for an exclusive
relationship. He had been in Amsterdam for only a couple of months now and
Cheng knew the temptations of this city. He had had a lot of casual sex
himself when he first came to the city, almost 18 months ago. He went to
Thermos day sauna and night sauna and was fucked by more men than he cared
to remember. He also visited the parties of the Nude Club Amsterdam at Club
Cockring frequently. He would still get hard while thinking of himself
lying in that sling, being fed one dick after another, both orally as
anally. Especially the parties during the Amsterdam Pride were hot. Gay men
from all over the Netherlands and other parts of Europe came to Amsterdam
and a lot of them ended up at Club Cockring at those parties. It was at one
of those parties where he met Tommy for the first time. Cheng was enjoying
a nice hard Moroccan cock in his ass and a Dutch one in his mouth when
Tommy had walked in. The Moroccan guy had been fucking Cheng for a good 15
minutes and Cheng expected to feel his hard dick swelling any minute now
and rewarding Cheng with his cum. Unfortunately, no such luck. Tommy
interfered in the act and the Moroccan guy pulled out, pulled of the condom
and walked away with Tommy while grabbing a new condom from one of the
tables. Cheng was stunned which made the Dutch guy leave as well. Cheng got
up and walked upstairs, determined to have a drink at the bar. As soon as
he walked into the bar area he saw Tommy hanging over the bar, getting his
ass pounded by the handsome Moroccan guy while sucking the bartender's hard
dick. Even though Cheng had several dicks in his ass that afternoon his
heart wasn't really into it anymore and he decided not to go to those
parties for a while.

Instead he started going to Thermos night sauna more. The day sauna was a
bit too calm for him. He wanted sex and lots of it. At the day sauna some
men were there for the relaxation of the sauna. At the night sauna the men
were horny and frustrated they hadn't hooked up in one of the bars so they
were more ferocious and easier to get. But again, it fell to pieces because
of Tommy.

Cheng was flirting with a nice guy from Aruba with a chocolate coloured
skin and black dreadlocks in his hair. He was muscular and was smooth all
over. He had arranged his towel so you could see his hard dick when he was
sitting and boy, what a sight! Cheng and the Aruban guy had decided to go
upstairs to have some fun when Tommy came in. Whether it was because he
recognised Cheng or because he saw a young man he liked Cheng would never
know for sure but Tommy approached the Aruban guy and Cheng immediately.

"Hey, want to have some fun?" Tommy said. "Sorry, but this fine Asian man
and I are already planning on having some fun" the Aruban guy said. "Can't
I join you? I'm a very nice bottom and I'm sure a strong dark man like you
knows what to do with that" Tommy asked. "Sorry, but I don't think I have
enough strength to do you both." "Oh, but I can help you with that" Tommy
said, showing Cheng and his Aruban friend a small cylinder. "What is in
there?" Cheng asked. "A little mix containing a little cocaine and a lot of
Viagra and some other stimulants" Tommy answered. The Aruban guy looked at
Cheng as if he was asking permission. Cheng was too worked up to withdraw
from the opportunity to have sex with this dark god, even if that meant he
would have to take the skimpy Dutch boy along for the ride. "Ok, let's go"
Cheng said.

The sex was great. The three of them had shared the mixture Tommy had
brought and Cheng had more orgasms that night than he had ever thought
possible. He had cum while being fucked by the Aruban guy and Tommy sucking
him. He had cum while sucking Tommy without even touching his dick. After a
whole night of having sex with Tommy and the Aruban guy Cheng only had dry
orgasms left. His balls were drained completely. The Aruban guy was still
hard and had his dick in Tommy's ass while sucking on Cheng nipples. After
a very long fuck he came for the last time before collapsing on Tommy and
Cheng, mumbling something that sounded like he never had a night like
that. After that they stayed in the cubicle for a little while before
heading for the showers, getting clean. They exchanged numbers with the
promise to do it again sometime soon. After 2 weeks of not hearing from
them and being incredibly horny Cheng called the Aruban guy only to hear he
was in Aruba because of a family emergency. Cheng was filled with doubt
whether or not to call Tommy. Cheng was very horny so his dick won from his
mind and he called Tommy, only to get a very cold shower. "I was never
interested in you" Cheng heard Tommy say with disgust in his voice. "I
wanted that dark guy with the dreadlocks. You were just something I had to
tolerate. I am so not into Asian guys". With that, Tommy hung up, leaving
Cheng stunned for the second time.

And all this lead to Cheng's worst night ever. He was so horny he needed to
have sex soon. But he didn't have money to visit Thermos that night or even
one of the sex cinema's you can find in Amsterdam. So he did the only thing
left: he logged in on one of the gay chat boxes to find some sex there. He
was in luck soon, he thought, hooking up with a Dutch and Moroccan couple
looking for a third guy for a hot night. Only problem was they couldn't
receive because of their roommate who didn't know they were gay and a
couple. "No problem" Cheng said. "My roommate isn't here so we can do it at
my place" breaking one of his most sacred rules: never have a one night
stand at home. He gave the guys his address and took a shower to make
himself ready for their hard bodies. As soon as the bell rang he opened the
door seeing the boys he had been chatting with. He turned around to show
them in and felt a blow to the head. Everything went dark.

The next thing he remembered was lying on his stomach, being tied to his
bed while feeling his ass being raped by one of the guys. "Did you really
think we were gay? We just wanted to dump our cum in someone's ass. Oh, and
we both like it bare so we didn't use a condom" one of the guys said while
the other was fucking Cheng's ass and getting ready to cum. Cheng was sure
he would never survive this. He had seen their faces. He had their cum in
his ass. They could not risk him going to the police. The same things had
crossed the young men's minds because of them made a slip knot and put it
around Cheng's neck. While the one violating Cheng was cumming the other
guy started pulling on the rope. "Nothing personal but we don't want to get
arrested" the guy said while cutting of Cheng's air supply. Cheng began to
feel dizzy and thought it would be over soon when he heard a lot of noise.

Although Marc would normally consider a night without a willing girl in his
bed a waste he had never been happier to see a date go to hell. He had come
home to find an unusual mess in the living room and followed the trail to
Cheng's room. Marc had decided to embarrass the young Chinese guy by
walking in on him and his date, only to find some white guy strangling his
roommate while a darker skinned guy, probably Moroccan, was climaxing in
his ass. The white guy was surprised someone came in and the dark guy was
recovering after his orgasm. Marc grabbed both men and collided their heads
to eachother, sending both of them to dreamland. He then quickly untied the
rope around Cheng neck to find his roommate was out cold but still
alive. Marc called the 112, the European version of 911 and within minutes
the police was there.

But Cheng's ordeal wasn't over after that. The Moroccan guy proved to be
HIV-positive and 6 very frightening months began for Cheng. Marc tried his
best to support the little Chinese guy but that proved difficult since Marc
never had been attracted to someone of the same sex. "Listen, mate. I won't
pretend I understand what it means to be gay but I know what it is to be so
horny you can't think straight. Just promise me you will tell me when I'm
doing stupid stuff, ok?" Marc said. The next six months were hell for
Cheng. Sex was out of the question. Not only couldn't he do it because he
might be infected with HIV, the fear itself and the medicines he had to
take also ruined his sexual appetite. Two months before Kwame came to
Amsterdam Cheng had heard he hadn't contracted HIV. Unfortunately, the
side-effects of the medicines took another six week to subside before Cheng
felt horny again. He had offered his body to Marc about one week before
Kwame came to live with them, but Marc declined. "Mate, I know you mean it
well, but I'm 100% straight. Besides, you do this out of a misplaced
feeling of guilt of gratitude. I will not take advantage of you like those
two guys had" Marc had said. During those 6 months he had found out what
Marc's major was: psychology. And he was good at it. They had talked a lot
during those six months and Cheng had found out some things about himself
he wasn't too happy with. Marc tried to help him with those issues but
there was one thing Marc couldn't help Cheng with: his deeply rooted hatred
for Tommy. "Without him I would never have been so horny and sought a way
to relieve myself on the internet" Cheng persisted. Marc let it go after a
couple of tries.

And then Kwame came living in the house and Cheng fell like a log for the
African man who proved to like men as well.

And then Kwame destroyed it all by hooking up with the one man Cheng hated
more than anything in the world.

Cheng woke up from his stroll through memory lane only to find his dick
hard as a rock again. He hated it if his dick got hard while thinking about
the rape. It was almost as if he had enjoyed the violation of his body. A
friend in university had explained it was nothing more than a physical
reaction of his prostate being stimulated during the rape and a unconscious
memory of that feeling during the rape while he thought about it. Whatever!
He still hated his body's betrayal during the rape and during the moment he
thought about it. He blamed Tommy for all of this. Tommy and Kwame! His
hatred for Tommy had only grown. He didn't hate Kwame. Kwame hadn't know
the things that had happened before he came to Amsterdam and what role
Tommy had played. En Cheng knew he would forgive Kwame in time, but not
right now. He would have to feel how much he had hurt Cheng. And after that
they would talk things out and start their lives together. But first
punishment and Cheng had a good idea what to do.

While hiding his hard dick Cheng got up from the couch and, without saying
a word to Kwame, Cheng went to bed.



Do you know that feeling you have when walking into a movie that already
started and you missed some key elements to the story? Well, I have that
feeling around the house at the moment. Samuel hasn't left his room for
days now and when listening to the door I could hear him cry. Even worse,
Cheng and Kwame aren't talking to each other. No idea what happened but
somehow the two love birds are mad at each other. It progressed to Kwame
making sure he was out of the house by the time Cheng got up and not coming
back until Cheng went to bed. The atmosphere in the house was killing my
chances of getting laid!

Although I know Cheng the longest of the three guys things aren't peachy
between us since I rescued him from those rapists. At first, I thought he
was embarrassed because of how I had seen him, naked and violated. But that
didn't bother me. Oh, I knew Cheng was gay. I had known that for a long
time. No problem. Back home, my brother was dating some guy from a near
farm (well, near. I think the front doors are about 2 miles apart) and I am
fine with that. Now that I think of it, things didn't start becoming that
awkward between Cheng and me until we started spending so much time
together trying to treat Cheng's emotional trauma. I learned a lot about my
roommate back then and most of it I didn't want to know. I guess that's why
they advise you not to treat a friend or family member. But things got
really out of control when Cheng had heard he was HIV negative and decided
to thank me for taking care of him by offering me what those two bastards
had taken with force.

You see, my brother is gay and I've known Cheng is gay for a long time, but
I'm as straight as an arrow. 110% pure straight manflesh, that's me! If I
had any gay feelings in my body I would've taken Cheng up on it but I can't
imagine having sex with a man. I never had fantasies about sleeping with a
man and I never experimented with friends or stuff. I never doubted my
sexuality and, although I have no problem with hanging out with gay men and
sharing a house with them, I don't understand them. I just don't understand
why they would prefer an asshole or a hard dick in their asses when they
could have a nice pair of big tits to knead while ploughing her warm and
wet pussy with your hard dick. Hmm, the thought about it makes me hard.

Anyway, what I had hoped happened when the university put Kwame in the
house with us. Cheng never stood a chance resisting the big black guy. Oh,
and I can see why. Not only is Kwame tall, dark, muscular and
handsome. He's also hung like a horse. Pretty observant for a straight guy,
you think? Try living with a teen gay brother whose hormones were going shy
high and not getting trained in observing. I mean, my brother had no one
else to talk to (until he found the neighbour) and, as a big brother, it
was my duty to help him out, right? Besides, Kwame doesn't wear underwear
so whenever he gets erect he gets really erect! And I walked in on him in
the shower one day. But Kwame and Cheng hit it off and I was happy for the
little Chinese guy. Oh, I knew Kwame was also sleeping with other guys and
I think Cheng did too but for the first time in a long time Cheng was
smiling again.

Kwame says he's bisexual but I don't believe it. With all the beautiful
women walking in and out of this place, in various stages of being dressed
he always behaved like a gentleman. Even when one of my dates was sitting
here, crying because I hadn't called her in days (Yeah, that's me: fucking
them a couple of times and "losing" their numbers afterwards; so sue me!)
he didn't touch her, even though she was wearing a garment that put most
bikinis to shame! No, Kwame was gay with the rare talent of getting an
erection with women if needed. That's how he got his kids, I guess.

And then came Samuel. I noticed Samuel being gay on the spot. But I also
noticed Samuel carrying a secret that was haunting him. Something else than
him being gay. I mentioned something to Kwame once but the African guy was
not interested. Well, whatever it was that was eating on Samuel, he would
have to find someone else to help him with it. I wouldn't repeat my mistake
with Cheng. But since I knew I wouldn't be able to help myself (I mean, if
you don't have that natural instinct to help people you don't want to be a
psychologist) I started spending most of my time outdoors. Again, not
because the three other guys were gay. I respect them and I do love them,
like I love my kid brother, but I had to save myself from being a trouble
magnet once again.

Yet, here I am, the only straight guy in a house with three gay men who
aren't talking to each other. I hadn't had a date (and no sex) for four
days now, ever since I noticed something was wrong with my friends. My
heart just wasn't in it but now, at the first sign of naked women flesh or
even the thought of a naked woman, my dick would swell to almost impossible
size, throbbing painfully in my boxers. Jerking off just didn't relieve me
like sex did and I knew if I started beating my meat I wouldn't stop
anytime soon. I thought about visiting the Red Light District but the image
of almost naked women standing in the doorways and windows made my dick
swell so much I was afraid it would pop! If those three didn't work it out
soon I would have to request a transfer to another house. If I didn't have
a good night of sex soon I'd go insane!



Cheng was surfing the internet. He was looking for several specific men on
the net. Men he dated in the past. Men that had fucked him silly. Men that
would ensure his revenge on Kwame. Thinking about his revenge almost made
him cream his shorts. He was looking for the Moroccan guy he met at the
nude party at Club Cockring. He didn't know his name but he was surfing the
internet, looking at chatboxes and gay profile pages. He saw a couple of
guys who gave him and instant hard on, but no luck in finding this
north-African stud. He had already approached the Aruban guy, who's name
was Carl, and made an appointment with him. He had spoken to him on the
phone and told him he wanted to discuss something but preferred doing so in
person. Carl had agreed so they would see each other in 5 days time. Now he
was looking for the other hot guy who kept him busy in his sleep. Finally
Cheng found him. He sent him an email with a link to his picture. A reply
came with 30 minutes. Yes, he remembered Cheng. He remembered Cheng's hot
body and his dick was growing thinking about it. He'd love the opportunity
to finish the hot sex they had started that afternoon. The reply was just
what Cheng needed to hear. "How about meeting me in five days at The Tara,
that Irish pub at the Rokin" Cheng wrote. "I have an appointment with
someone else there as well at that time. I need to talk to both of you. I
have an offer to make to both of you".



Ok, so maybe I was too quick in dismissing karma. In one night a group of
friends changed in a group of strangers. Cheng and Kwame weren't talking
while Marc was home even less than before. And me? I went to school, came
home, went out again searching for Dennis' address and came home to
sleep. That's it. Cheng tried to talk to me but I didn't listen. Of course
I knew he had a tough couple of days but I hadn't had a great week
either. I could have been with my man again but I blew it, again! All I
knew was Dennis' house was somewhere at one of the canals, but I never
realised how long those canals were. And maybe he'd given up since I ran
away last week. Yeah, this time I really blew it! Without really noticing I
passed a big house at the Prinsengracht.



The suitcases were packed and stood in the hallway. Last night I got a call
from New York, reminding me of a very important client coming to see me
after the weekend. But what it really was, was a wake up call. I have a
very capable staff but last night they reminded I also had a company to
lead and my private issues had received enough company time. My New York
manager had even been less subtle. "If you still want to have a company to
return to you HAVE to be here on Monday. Not only does this client bring
enough items with him to keep us busy for the next month only to catalogue
it all, but he also has enough connections to end our auction house and all
the other parts of the company if you offend him. Face it, your little
boyfriend doesn't want you anymore and it's time you accept that." Trust
me, any other person I would've fired on the spot but he knew he could go a
little further than most people. Not this far, though, and it would cost
him. I told all the investigators we would continue searching but that I
had to go to the United States on business. I rented an apartment near
Waterloo Square and moved the base of operations there. I had prepared the
house for a long period of no one being there. Maybe I should consider
selling it or at least get some renters. "I need some air" I mumbled to no
one. I never noticed how big this house is when you're completely alone. I
opened the door, looking over the Prinsengracht when I almost bumped into a
young, slightly coloured guy. "Samuel?"



Cheng, Mohammed (the Moroccan guy) and Carl met that night at The
Tara. After some drinks Mohammed reminded Cheng he invited them to discuss
something with them. "Yes, you're right. I want to ask a favour of both of
you. Maybe you both remember Tommy, the Dutch guy who butted in when I was
having fun with you?" Both nodded. "Well, I have a boyfriend now ... Yeah,
I know you're wondering what you're doing here than" Cheng said after he
saw their amazed faces. "The trouble is, my boyfriend has been cheating on
me with that Tommy guy. And I can ignore a lot but not this. I want some
revenge." "And I take it we play some part in that revenge" Carl
said. "Yes, I want Kwame to walk in on the three of us having sex. The way
I see it, two things can happen when he does: either he is very hurt and
walks away or he's hurt but also horny and wants to join. Well, as far as
I'm concerned, he can, but not in his normal role. You see, he's a full
blown top but if he wants to join he'll have to bottom for both of you."
Carl and Mohammed looked at each other. They both remember Cheng's lean
body and hot ass perfectly and both had hoped this would be an invitation
for a threesome or more. Mohammed, like most Moroccan men, was a complete
top while Carl was a top/versatile. When thinking about it, Cheng did
invite them for a threesome that could end in a foursome. The fact that
they would trap Cheng's boyfriend into this, didn't bother Mohammed at all
and Carl only a little. Carl was 24 and Mohammed 22 and, like most young
men (especially gay men), they thought with their little heads more than
the ones that contained actual brains. "Do you have a picture of that dark
stud of yours? I mean, you can't blame us we want to know what we're saying
yes to, right?" Mohammed asked. Cheng had already anticipated this and knew
he had at least Mohammed on board already. He showed a picture on his
mobile phone to both men. Mohammed almost started drooling. Not only was
that Kwame character extremely hot to see, but he was also a top that would
be forced to be bottom at least once. And he would be the one to break him
in. Apparently Carl was also in on this because Mohammed felt a hand
feeling him up. When he looked at Carl the Aruban guy responded with:
"Well, I need to know who of us is better equipped to break this home boy
in" Carl said with a smile and a very horny look in his eyes. "Ok, count me
in" Carl said. "Me too, on one condition. I think we need to practice
first." Mohammed said. "My roommate is out of town today so we can go to my
apartment to ... pratice." Cheng frowned a little. This he didn't
expect. He didn't want to cheat on Kwame, just give him the idea he
did. But the thought of Mohammed's dick in his ass while Carl's was in his
mouth or even Carl's in his ass while Mohammed would fuck the shit out of
Carl made Cheng harden up immediately. He knew this revenge was just as
much about finding out whether he loved Kwame enough to give up all the
other men in the world, so he made a decision. "Good idea. Let's go!"



For the second time this week I heard someone say my name in this city and
for the second time it was the last voice I expected to hear. "Samuel?"
"Dennis! Oh Dennis, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry I helped Achmed and the
others. I'm so sorry I ran of to Amsterdam. I'm sorry I ran away last
week. I understand if you never want to see me again but I just needed to
tell you how sorry I am" I ranted on an on. Dennis tried to cut me off, but
I didn't let him. "You have to believe me when I say I tried to protect
you. I'm so sorry, Dennis! Please don't hate me!"

"How could I hate you? I love you! I know why you did what you did. I just
wish you had talked to me. Achmed and his thugs would never have been able
to damage me in any way. I was always perfectly safe, Samuel. You worried
needlessly, lover" Dennis said.

"But all the stuff you lost because of me? Aren't you angry about that?" I
asked.

"No, all they took was a flatscreen tv, two laptops and some silver
cutlery. All the stuff I would really miss you secured in the panic room,
together with back ups of all my data. I didn't loose anything important to
me, except you". All of a sudden I felt me knees get week. I fell in
Dennis' arms and automatically my lips found his and we shared a passionate
kiss.

"Hey, you queers! Get a room!" I heard someone scream from the other side
of the canal.

"Trust me, we intend to! Maybe a good idea for you and your boyfriend as
well!" I screamed back. Dennis pulled me closer and together we walked into
his house. As soon as we were inside Dennis looked to see if those guys
were still looking. They were, so Dennis grabbed my ass and squeezed it,
causing me to moan. Before the two guys had a chance to respond Dennis
closed the door and pulled of my jacket in the same motion. "I missed you,
Samuel. And I missed your hot ass even more!" "Oh yes, baby. Fuck me. I
need to have that big hard dick of yours inside my ass!"

Dennis didn't waste any time. He started undressing me while he walked me
upstairs. By the time we reached the bedroom I was as naked as the day I
was born, although I hoped for my mother's sake I wasn't having a boner as
big as now. Dennis touched my back and it felt like electricity running
through my entire body. "Dennis, please. Just fuck me. I swear, one more
second of foreplay and I'll start cumming like you never seen before" I
begged Dennis. Of course I begged in vain. When it came to sex Dennis was
quite dominant and of course the first thing he did right now was getting
down on his knees and swallowing my hard throbbing cock. Almost immediately
after his tongue touched my dick I started cumming. I started cumming and I
think I continued cumming for at least five minutes. When I came down from
my post-orgasmic high I was surprised to find Dennis sitting next to me,
still breathing. I was convinced I had drowned him in cum. "I can see you
haven't had sex all those weeks" Dennis laughed. "I knew you cum a lot but
this was ridiculous. I couldn't swallow it all. I also started getting
worried. It took you a long time before you came back to me again".

"Oh shut up! Why aren't you naked yet?" I asked Dennis. He looked
surprised. He wasn't used to me being so aggressive in bed. But he was
right. I had been in Amsterdam for seven weeks and had not even masturbated
all that time. Before I had come to Amsterdam Dennis had been gone for
almost a week. And even before that things were not as good as usually so
sex wasn't something we both desired at the time. But now, at this moment,
even as I had just shot about three months worth of cum, I had no other
desire than for my ass to be filled with Dennis hard, thick, throbbing meat
and feeling him shooting his cum inside me. So, I became a little
aggressive. Later Dennis told me the suit I tore from his body was an $
8000,- Armani. Bummer.



"Oh yes! Deeper! I want to feel all of your hard dick inside me!"

Cheng, Carl and Mohammed were in the living room in the house where Cheng,
Kwame, Marc and Samuel lived. The plan was simple. All three young men had
taken Viagra to make sure their erections would hold. They would have sex
while Kwame would walk in and than see if they could persuade Kwame to join
in on their little game, as a bottom. The idea of Kwame getting either
Carl's or Mohammed's hard dick in his ass was enough to almost send Cheng
over the edge. But, even though Cheng loved the feeling he had right now,
having Mohammed's dick in his ass while playing with Carl's, he was also
nervous. A lot of things could go wrong. Marc or Samuel could come home,
for example. They hadn't been home for days but Cheng half expected them to
come home exactly at the moment Mohammed shoved his big hard dick in his
ass, rubbing his prostate. And talking about Mohammed's dick rubbing his
prostate, Cheng half expected that to be enough to make him cum. He tried
to distract himself with Carl's dick, but that was a mistake. Did
Mohammed's dick feel good in is ass, Carl's dick in his mouth felt good
too. And just when he thought things couldn't get better, Kwame came
in. One look at the big African man and Cheng knew he had his
revenge. Kwame looked hurt as soon as he realized what was going on in
there. But Kwame also got excited quickly. He wore his normal loose pants
and Cheng saw Kwame's big dick grow. That made Cheng cum like a bull. His
cum flew through the room.

"You must be Kwame" Carl said, while walking up to the African
man. "Judging the size of your dick you're dying to join in". Cheng was
watching while recuperating from his orgasm, with Mohammed's dick still
hard in his ass and his own dick still hard. Mohammed was panting in his
ear: "I'm getting close, hot stuff. I'm going to cream your ass soon!"

Cheng looked at Carl and Kwame. Carl had removed Kwame's shirt and
unbuttoned his pants, taking out Kwame's hard cock. He got down on his
knees and took Kwame's dick in his mouth. Cheng had warned Carl and
Mohammed they had to get Kwame horny quickly so he would not notice he was
being prepared to be bottom for the first time. Carl was a good
cocksucker. He could deepthroat Mohammed and Kwame was pretty much the same
size. The sight of Kwame's dick being swallowed by Carl was too much for
Mohammed and he came inside Cheng.

After a few minutes Cheng saw Kwame was ready. He got off Mohammed's hard
dick while Mohammed was still coming down from his orgasm high and walked
to Carl. "He's ready" Cheng whispered in Carl's ear. Carl let go of Kwame's
dick and Cheng took his place. Carl moved behind Kwame and put on a condom
while stroking Kwame's ass. Kwame did register Carl was touching his ass
but he liked the feeling of Carl's big raw hands stroking his ass even
though Carl touched his hole once in a while. Kwame was raised with the
idea no real masculine man would take it up the ass so everytime Carl's
fingers rubbed his little star Kwame wanted to retreat but he couldn't
because Cheng was sucking his dick. After a few times Carl's fingers
explored Kwame's hole he didn't retreat anymore, so Carl moved up a notch
and tried to shove a lubed finger in Kwame's ass. This time Kwame did try
to pull back but with his dick in Cheng's mouth and Carl's finger in his
ass he couldn't go anywhere. For the first time ever Kwame looked a little
scared. By now he realized what the plan was and he didn't like that one
bit. Especially when he saw Mohammed get up from the couch and saw the
massive hard cock that stood proud between Mohammed's legs. Mohammed smiled
at Kwame as if telling "See that? That's going to be in your ass before the
night is over". Cheng almost decided to call it all off when he saw Kwame's
uneasiness but than remembered Tommy. With Kwame's dick deep in his throat
he nodded to Carl, who immediately shoved a second finger in Kwame's
ass. Kwame let out a little yelp, mostly because he was really scared
now. He felt betrayed by his dick, that stayed hard although he was
scared. And, at the same time, he felt excited and curious what it would
feel like. And then, all of a sudden, all his doubts and fears were gone
when Carl hit his prostate. Kwame saw stars. His dick started leaking
precum and he didn't care anymore what Carl and Mohammed would do to him as
long as he got that feeling again. In the meantime Carl had lubed up his
dick and put in against Kwame's hole. Kwame's doubts returned but he never
had time to resist. In one hard push Carl broke through Kwame's ring and
took his anal virginity. Kwame screamed out in pain but Mohammed moved his
mouth on Kwame's, muffling the scream, while rubbing Kwame's nipples. After
what seemed at least an hour the pain subsided and Kwame just fell really
full. He didn't dislike the feeling. It felt comfortable and every now and
then, when Carl's dick passed his prostate, the feeling was great
again. Kwame heard a moan and realized it was his own. Carl took that as a
sign Kwame had adjusted and started really fucking him. Kwame bent over so
Carl could fuck him even better. Both he and Carl were moaning hard. Kwame
never thought getting fucked felt that good! Unfortunately Carl hadn't cum
yet so he didn't last long. After about 10 minutes of really good fucking
Kwame's black ass Carl crossed the point of no return and picked up the
pace even more, just before filling the condom like he never done before.

Kwame felt Carl cumming and thought it would be over so he started jerking
his own dick. But that was not what Cheng had in mind. He grabbed Kwame
hand so Kwame couldn't bring himself to cum. Kwame hadn't noticed Mohammed
had put on a new condom and lubing up and as soon as Carl had withdrawn his
dick from Kwame's ass, Mohammed shoved his in. The pain returned since
Mohammed was quite somewhat bigger than Carl was. But the pain subsided
quicker this time than it had the first time and soon Kwame and Mohammed
were moaning together, trying to outdo the other. Cheng slowly rubbed
Kwame's dick and licked his nipples. Kwame hardly noticed. All he noticed
was Mohammed's cockhead rubbing over his prostate everytime he shoved in
and pulled back. Mohammed had cum already in Cheng's ass so he would last
longer than Carl. Still, he already felt his balls boiling. Mohammed was
the second man ever who fucked Kwame so Kwame's ass was still very
tight. And the thought he would fill not only the Chinese man's ass but
also his boyfriend's was a big turn on for the Moroccan guy. Suddenly Kwame
started panting and moaning. The rubbing of Mohammed's cock over his
prostate, the idea of three good looking naked young men in the room and
the memory of Cheng riding Mohammed's cock when Kwame had come in was too
much for Kwame and he started cumming in a way he had never felt before and
an amount he had never seen before. Kwame's spasms was too much for
Mohammed, who started cumming in Kwame's ass. After his orgasm had subsided
Mohammed pulled his dick out of Kwame's ass almost immediately, causing
Kwame to fall on his knees like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Kwame
was panting while sitting on his knees, his dick still leaking cum. Cheng
sat down on his knees in front of Kwame, lifting Kwame's face to meet his
eyes.

"Now I can forgive you, my love. Now we can work on a life together" said
Cheng and sealed it with a kiss. "Does that mean we can never do this
again?" Kwame asked. "I think that now I have been fucked once I can't
imagine I can live without having a hard cock in my ass regularly" Kwame
said, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "I think that can be arrange,
you big African hunk. Just remember I want to be a part of it as well"
Cheng replied.

Carl and Mohammed gently lifted Kwame to his feet and supported him to his
bedroom. Cheng followed the three men and turned off the lights. In Kwame's
king size bed the four young men continued having sex for several more
hours. After about 6 hours the Viagra had worn off but the four sex gods
didn't notice that. All four of them were in a deep sleep.



After we were both sexually satisfied we started talking some more. We told
each other what happened the last couple of weeks. I learned what Dennis
had done and I told Dennis what I had done from when I came to Amsterdam
till now. But we also learned Tommy had, again, played dirty.

"He said what?" I asked in disbelief. "He knew Kwame and me were friends!
He knew I lived in the same house as Kwame was! He could have told you at
least a week ago where to find me!" I knew Tommy was trouble and I was
relieved to hear Dennis had come to the same conclusion and asked Tommy for
his keys back. But Dennis wanted revenge. He wanted to hurt Tommy. He
didn't know how yet.

After we talked for a while my cell phone rang. It was Cheng. I answered
and listened to Cheng telling everything was ok between him and Kwame again
and they met two new friends. I told Cheng Dennis and I talked things out
as well. "Why don't we meet in The Arc in an hour so you can meet Dennis
and we can meet Carl and Mohammed?" Cheng thought it was a good idea and
after persuading Dennis we agreed to meet in The Arc in little over an
hour.

"So, we have an hour?" Dennis asked. "That's right". "Good, that gives us
time to take a shower and maybe you can fuck me while showering" Dennis
grinned.



"So, all's well that ends well?" Cheng asked me. "I mean, are you going
back to Paris with Dennis?"

"I will go back to Paris. Paris is my home. My coming to Amsterdam never
meant I would never go home again." I replied, but I knew what Cheng
meant. Kwame was his boyfriend and Marc was just a good friend, but in
those few weeks a bond between Cheng and me had formed. Cheng was afraid to
lose a friend. "But first I have a year of studying to do. I came to
Amsterdam to flee my actions but I also came here to study. Just because
things between Dennis and me are ok again doesn't mean I don't still want
to get to know Amsterdam and study here for a year. And after that year
I'll probably go back to Paris. But I expect you and Kwame to come and
visit" Cheng's face lit like a Christmas tree.

On the other side of the table Kwame was talking to Dennis. The two men had
taken an instant liking in each other and shared a lot of stories, from
most humiliating for me to most stimulating for me, judging from the bulge
in Dennis' pants. Of course, also the subject of Tommy came up.

"Kwame, just be careful with Tommy. He's a manipulative little bitch and
can go quite far to get whatever it is he wants. Samuel told me Tommy had
seen him at your place but never told me about it. And besides, Tommy isn't
used to get dumped the way you did. I wouldn't be surprised if he was
planning something to get even with you." Dennis said to Kwame. "But I'm
not the only one who needs to be careful, I think. I mean, everything
points towards Tommy wanting you for himself without Samuel interfering and
you turned him down as well" Kwame replied. Both men kept talking about
what to expect about Tommy. Cheng didn't like it. If he never heard Tommy's
name ever again it would still be too soon.

While the four of us were sitting at the table Carl and Mohammed took off
every once in a while. Both men were very affectionate with each other and
both Cheng and me thought something good might come out of all of this. I
thought the Aruban and the Moroccan man were falling in love with each
other. Mohammed had entrusted seeing Kwame losing his virginity tonight
made him curious about how it would be to be fucked. Carl and he had
already decided it would happen that weekend, but not right now. Their
balls were still drained because of all the sex they had earlier tonight.

"Look who we have here. Apparently everything worked out after all" a
familiar voice said. Both Dennis and Cheng rose, having murder in their
eyes. Tommy stood there, with an arrogant smirk on his face. He looked like
shit. His eyes were red, his shirt wrinkled and he was clearly drunk. He
could hardly keep his balance while he walked closer to our table. One of
the other patrons was in his way and, although Tommy saw him coming, he
bumped into him at full speed, sending the man flying through the
bar. "Maybe you should go home" Kwame said to Tommy. Cheng shot a dangerous
look at Kwame but Kwame withstood that. He wasn't interested in Tommy
anymore and the sooner as Cheng accepted Kwame could still be civil to the
Dutch guy the better. Kwame didn't hate Tommy. Truth be told, when he
thought about Tommy he only felt pity for him. And Tommy probably knew
that.

Before Tommy could make a real scene a good looking Moroccan man
intercepted him and guided him to the bar. While Mohammed was talking to
Tommy, and even flirting a little, Carl came up to Dennis and asked "Is
that the one?" Dennis nodded and handed Carl something. Carl nodded once
and left to join Mohammed and Tommy at the bar. Dennis sat down and
motioned Cheng and Kwame to do the same. I knew Dennis had made some kind
of arrangement with Carl and Mohammed but I didn't know what that deal was,
and I couldn't care less either. We kept talking and having fun at our
table. Every once in a while Cheng or me looked at the bar were Carl and
Mohammed kept feeding Tommy drinks, making him more and more drunk. In the
end he could hardly stand and, while Carl kept him standing, Mohammed came
over to say they were leaving and maybe have some little fun with the drunk
Dutch guy. We wished them a goodnight and they left.

"Well, I think the four of us need to talk about something" Dennis said. "I
don't know if Samuel told you but I own a lot of real estate, including a
really big house at the Prinsengracht. That house is empty most of the time
and I think it's time people start living there again. Samuel wants to stay
in Amsterdam to finish his studies here so I asked him to move into my
canal house. He said he would, but on one condition: the two of you can
move in there with him. It will save you a lot of money on rent because I
don't want any and the house is really big so you will still have your
privacy. And of course I will be there a lot as well now that Samuel will
live there" Dennis stated. Both Cheng and Kwame were looking at Dennis and
me as if we had suddenly burst into flames. "Are you serious?" Cheng
asked. "I mean, really?" "Yeah, I was thinking it was a shame no one was
using the house anyway so this way the house will be used, you'll have a
nice place to live and throw a party every now and then and it will save
you a lot of money. Anyway, think about it. Samuel has the keys. And now,
if you guys will excuse me, I have to get my suitcase from the house and
get the hell to Schiphol Airport to catch my flight to New York City if I
still want to have a business at the beginning of the week". With that
Dennis got up, kissed Samuel (who of course knew Dennis had to go to New
York), said goodbye to Cheng and Kwame en left the bar, leaving Cheng and
Kwame a little dazed. Or course they didn't need a lot of time to think
about Dennis' offer and 5 minutes later it was decided they had a new
address. Plans for the moving were made and before they knew it it was time
for The Arc to close, forcing the three friends to postpone the rest of the
planning.



Tommy woke up with a terrible headache. It felt like a herd of elephants
had partied in his head. But soon he realized not only his head hurt. Also
his wrists and his ass hurt. He gently felt his asshole and was startled to
find it standing wide open. He touched his left wrist and cringed in
pain. The skin felt raw and damaged. He put on a light and was again
startled. It was obvious he hadn't been alone last night. His bed was
filled with used condoms and two pairs of handcuffs dangled from the
headboard of the bed. Tommy tried as hard as he could to remember who he
had taken home with him but with the headache he had all he could remember
was seeing Dennis, Samuel, Kwame and Cheng at The Arc and his plan to
physically hurt all four of them. And then that beautiful Moroccan boy had
stopped him and taken towards the bar. A little later a darker skinned man
had joined them. Tommy felt he knew them somehow but he didn't remember
where or when he met them or who introduced them. He did remember the
alcohol but he couldn't imagine being drunk enough to take home one or two
guys he didn't really know. He had had sex with so many guys in so many
places so it was possible he had seen them at Thermos or any other
place. Hell, it was even possible he slept with them and didn't even
remember. That was when he saw the letter on his nightstand:





Tommy,



As you read this we have left and you have regained consciousness. Take a
look around. All those condoms were filled by my friend and me over the
last couple of hours while you were out of it. It's amazing what a little
GHB does to a person. You were one horny and willing bitch and we certainly
had fun, especially when you had to prove you could take both our dicks
simultaneously. I have to hand it you, you did take both of them. Don't
worry about your asshole. I'm sure it will heal in time.



It's important you realize why we have raped you. And yes, we did rape
you. Having sex with someone with so much alcohol in his body, combined
with the date rape drug GHB is rape.

Leave Samuel, Cheng and Kwame alone! Don't even try and talk to
them. Dennis never wants to see or hear you went anyplace near those young
men and you know Dennis will find out if you ever disobey him. And trust
us, right now you don't remember the rape but if we have to repeat this
exercise we will make sure you'll remember it all, especially the pain and
the humiliation.



You were a great fuck but I hope we'll never meet again, for your sake. The
next time things won't end this nicely.





Tommy dropped the note. He felt like someone punched him in his
stomach. Flashes of what had happened that night returned to him. He
remembered being brought home by two young men, the same men from the
bar. Too bad he didn't remember their faces. He remembered inviting them in
for a late night cup of coffee. Both men had accepted but as soon as their
had been inside they had grabbed him and ordered him to show them the
bedroom where they had ripped the clothes off of him and cuffed him to the
bed. After that he didn't remember much although he thought he could
remember how it felt to be double fucked by two dicks that size!

Tommy knew enough about GHB to know the police would never find it in his
system anymore if he went to station now. Even the letter would mean
nothing without the faces and the DNA in the sperm would also be useless if
it was in the condoms too long. Besides, sperm didn't contain all of the
DNA a man has but only half of it. Sperm was pretty much useless to try to
find a match without having a suspect. No, Tommy would never know who raped
him, but he did know who was behind it. Dennis! Tommy got angry but he knew
he would do as the note said. Dennis was a great guy for his friends but a
nightmare for his enemies and everyone who ever saw Dennis losing it when
someone crossed him would know better than to make an enemy out of Dennis.
If Tommy would ever approach Samuel, Kwame or Cheng Dennis would know
indeed and his wrath would be terrible. No, it was better to call in sick
at work tomorrow to allow his battered and bruised body to heal and than
forget this had happened as quickly as possible. It would be even better to
forget he had ever known a young gay man named Dennis and had sex with
him. It might take some time but Tommy was he could forget all about
Dennis, Samuel, Kwame and Cheng. He'd better. It was so much better for his
health. As Tommy tried to sit up both his head and his ass reminded him of
what would happen if he didn't forget.



Comments are appreciated, as usual!

Phoenix1977