Date: Mon, 1 Sep 2014 22:31:29 +0200
From: John skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Busman's Holiday

Busman's Holiday

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Busman's Holiday 1

Being a cop in a small town has its benefits and drawbacks.  The name's
Bill and I'm a member of a 12 man police force in a small mid-western town,
population of about 15000. Most are law abiding souls. We have the normal
off beat people and few "big" crimes.  We turn out in force for the big
holidays. I stand out due to my height of 6'4" and buzz cut blond hair. My
ex-marine MP training earned me a spot on the force. At the ripe old age of
31 I've managed to keep my marine hardened body. It took too long and too
much pain to get it.

 The problem with small town life is the lack of privacy. I've known I was
gay from my teen years. The Corps was my answer to proving I was a man.
There I found not only that but many good buddies. Sexually my outlet was
limited to those times when I could escape from my fellow marines and
explore life on my own terms. After 6 years on the force I've managed to
buy a small house on the edge of the town. It sits back from the road on a
large piece of land. My neighbors are mostly older people and are a good
distance from my home.  No one asks about my private life and to be honest
I have very little of one.  After 4 years in the corps, living with a bunch
of guys I came to relish the few moments alone. My home is both my shelter
and my fortress.

  Once or twice a year I escape and seek to satisfy my gay side, my wild
side. This year I researched gay events on my PC. I'd already done the Fort
Lauderdale and Frisco scenes. They were Ok for a long weekend but the same
people seem to hang out in both, mostly tired queens masquerading as real
men. Their idea of wild was tame if not lame compared to what I needed.

I was seeking a different place, a place where men were able to explore
their dark sides.

  I finally found two back to back leather weekend events. One was in
Berlin and the other in Amsterdam. I'd never been to either city before. I
checked the reviews for both events. They had been going on for a few years
and seemed to attract a good crowd of men.  This was what I was looking
for. It would be a vacation without prissy queens and screaming kids. I
further checked schedules and discovered a mid-week gay B&B located in an
isolated old manor house near Hanover, mid-way between the 2 cities.

  I made my flight and hotel reservations after applying for 8 days off.
I'd fly overnight from Chicago to Amsterdam and into my own, new world. My
last shift at work ended at two in the afternoon. A buddy agreed to take me
to the airport in time for a short commuter flight to Chicago. I stowed my
uniform in my locker and pulled on jeans and a sweat shirt for the flight,
carrying my leathers in my checked bags.

  Arriving in Amsterdam, tired and a little bit disoriented, I made my way
into the city on the local train. I had booked a room at the Anco, an
infamous all male hotel. I had printed out the directions for the hotel
from the station. After a few twists and turns I crossed a canal and faced
the black painted building. The check in was casual. Going to the top floor
I was given a tour of the place and told to make myself comfortable. Many
of the guests had left their doors open, exposing a wide variety of leather
men. A quick shower and a short nap left me refreshed and ready to explore
the city. I did the standard tourist thing, taking a canal tour, seeing the
flower market, hitting a smoke café to take the edge off.

  I was surprised that everyone spoke English. I knew that most of the bar
action started in the late afternoon. I made a quick trip back to the hotel
to drop off a few things I had bought. The guy on the reception desk told
me that the basement bar would be open after 9 that night and that they had
planned a special party for midnight for the leather weekend. He also gave
me a gay map with the leather places highlighted.

  I picked up my tram pass and with a new set of directions headed out of
my first bar and hopefully first sex. The Web and the Nest were easy to
find and close to each other. Both opened early in the afternoon. Using my
handy map and the directions from the receptionist I walked a few minutes
to the main pedestrian shopping street and found the Web on a narrow side
street. The exterior was painted black and brown. The interior was typical,
a saw dust floor, pinball machines, slot machines, and gay porn on the TV.
I ordered a beer and found a stool to sit on.

  It is my habit when going to a new place to sit and get a view of the
layout.  I noticed a door less bathroom and a steep set of wooden stairs.
Guys were going up and down the stairs. Finally, I got up the nerve to see
what was up there. Not wanting to seem too obvious I went to take a piss,
exited the bathroom, turned right and went up the steep stairs slowly.

   At the top of the steps it was pitch black except for one red
light. Feeling my way around the area I noticed a number of alcoves and
glory holes. In the dark I felt hands grabbing my crotch and ass as I moved
around. In the back of the space was another short set of steps.  A few men
were going up and opening a door to reveal daylight. Of course my own
curious nature urged me to follow them. Opening the door I found a covered
terrace. Scattered around were various pieces of S&M equipment. In a corner
there was a padded bench. A bare assed man was hand cuffed to the bench.
Behind him stood a hairy, bare chested man in a leather kilt. He had a
small whip in his hand that he was using on his well secured friend.

  After a few minutes of play, the kilted man moved back and one of the
other spectators moved up and knelt to rim the man tied to the bench. The
kilted man moved up, raised the front of his kilt and offered his cock to
be sucked by another kneeling cocksucker.  I watched as the kilted man
removed his wet cock and pushed both kneeling men aside. He moved to the
bound man and in one swift motion buried his very thick, hard cock balls
deep. The bound man gave out a slight grunt as he was impaled. In a few
short minutes the fucker moaned and held tight against his willing partner,
unloading his thick cum.  Finished he pulled out and was replaced by the
two rimmers who sucked out the load.

   This was my introduction to Amsterdam's gay culture. I'd never seen
anything so open, so public, and so stimulating. I stumbled down the steps
and found a place to lean against the wall to recover. Looking down I saw a
glory hole across from me.  Within a minute a thick, uncut cock appeared in
the hole. Never one to pass up a good time I moved over and bent down to
taste the offered dick.  The unseen man pushed his balls through the glory
hole and I gave them a tongue bath before going back to his cock. He moaned
and muttered something that I didn't need a translator to know that he was
enjoying it.

   As I sucked I felt my belt being grabbed and opened. My pants quickly
dropped. I was going commando so I was open for anything. I moaned with my
cock stuffed mouth at the wonderful sensations of a tongue that was being
forced into my hole. But it was to be short lived. I felt the tongue leave
my hole to be replaced with two lubed fingers. The cock at the glory hole
pulled away and the guy came around to get a better view. I latched onto
that thick, long cock again as I felt another thing enter my hole. It was
much thicker than two fingers and the owner knew how to give the maximum
pleasure with it. The man I was sucking offered me some poppers to ease the
entry at my rear. I took a hit and felt my ass relax and permit the other
guy to bottom out inside me.

    Rarely have I felt such pleasure. I was stuffed at both ends by two
handsome Dutch men.  They took their time, one pulling and the other
pushing my body, their fuck toy. My cock was dripping pre-cum like a
running faucet. Another hit of poppers and I was a goner. I felt the cock
in my mouth thicken then unload his sweet baby batter into my mouth.  This
set me off and I had the first of many hands free Amsterdam orgasms.  My
ass muscles tightened around the cock inside me. He grabbed my hips and
thrust once more deep inside of me. I felt his hot load fill my tunnel.

    We recovered after a few minutes. My assailants helped me up and helped
me to dress.  My now new friends and assailants walked me back down the
steep stairs, one in front and one behind me. I felt a hand slip into the
back of my jeans, teasing my wet hole. We moved to the bar and they ordered
drinks- beers and shots of Dutch gin. I noticed people around the bar
smiling at us. I looked down to see both men had left their zippers down,
exposing views of their thick cocks. Drinking my beer I thought for a
minute before realizing that it was a signal that I'd been duly welcomed
into the bar, Dutch fashion. I looked at my watch and realized that I'd
only been in the bar a little more than 60 minutes.

  We talked for a few more minutes. I told them that I'd only arrived that
morning and was there for the leather event.  I also mentioned that my next
stop would be the Nest. They warned me to make sure I left my valuables
with the bartender at the Nest since pickpockets were known to go there. As
I was preparing to leave they suggested that I might want to meet them at
the Argos later that night for another Dutch welcome with their friends. I
still had three days in Amsterdam before heading by train to Hanover and
Berlin.

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