Date: Sun, 7 Sep 2014 22:59:39 +0200
From: John skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Busman's holiday -part 2

Ok, by popular demand here's part 2

Busman's holiday 2

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Busman's Holiday 2

I walked the hundred meters to the Nest. It was a dingy, dark bar.  I found
a spot at the bar and ordered a beer. As I drank I watched men go down the
stairs across from the bar. I felt the young, handsome bartender lean over
my shoulder. "If you want to join the action I suggest you leave your
valuables with me. I'll seal them in a plastic bag for you.," he whispered.
I turned, smiled at him, and handed over my wallet and watch.  He sealed
them in a bag and stapled it. I saw the number on the inside of the bag.  I
finished my beer and went down the stairs.

   This time the "action" room was better illuminated. There was a strobe
light which casts colored shadows around the large room.  It was vast in
size, telling me that it was much larger than the bar upstairs. The action
was not hidden by darkness. Men were engaging in all kinds of sex in groups
and pairs. I found a space to watch. After my initiation at the Web nothing
would surprise me. I pushed off a few hands from passing men. There was an
interesting daisy chain going on not far from me.  All of the men seemed to
be dazed.  I smelled the heavy scent of pot.

  I soon grew bored and returned upstairs to the bar. The bartender handed
me my plastic bag. I opened it, retrieved my valuables and order another
beer. He brought the beer and commented "not your scene?" I shook my head
"no".  He leaned over the bar, saying "Perhaps you prefer a little more
rough action of an intimate nature? Maybe I'll see you at Argos or the Anco
later tonight." I told him that I was staying at the Anco and perhaps we'd
meet later.

   I soon left and headed for the tram to my next bar.  The Spijker was at
the end of a long street in a obviously gay area. The all male crowd was a
mix of types, mostly locals. After ordering my beer I found a spot to watch
the pool game which was going on. One very handsome, cocky player moved his
drink to the rail next to me before taking his shot.  He missed and
shrugged his shoulders before moving back to his drink. His arm rubbed mine
and I looked over at him. He smiled, raised his glass saying "Salut". I
raised my own. He took his next shot. He lost, it was not his day.
Returning for his drink, he nodded to a spot next to the farther wall. We
moved over there and talked casually. He asked the normal questions -Where
are you from? What do you do for a living? Want to play around? Is this
your first visit? When I told him I was an American cop, he laughed and
asked if I'd brought my handcuffs. I told him "No" but we might be able to
work something out, or maybe in. He asked if I had toured the bar yet. I
shook my head and he nodded to the ladder like stairs. I followed him
up. At the top was the bar's bathroom, a difficult place to use if you
needed it, and next to it two doors. He peeked in the first room and said
"busy' .The second room was empty and he pulled me in, locking the door
behind me. Immediately dropping to his knees, he unzipped my jeans, pulled
my now hard cock out. "Cut cocks are nice, I like them a lot." he said as
he leaned to swallow my entire shaft. His mouth was smooth, like
silk. Having wet my cock to his satisfaction he stood and turned with his
now naked ass to face me. He reached around to hand me a bar packet of
lube. His pert ass was an invitation that no man could refuse.

 Opening the packet I lubed up two fingers and then my cock. I opened his
sweet hole with my fingers, scissoring them to widen him for my thick
cock. He pushed back, eager for my meat. With one hand I steadied him while
using my other hand to aim for his hole. I entered to the hilt, knowing
that is how I would like it, rough. He cooed with each of my thrusts. We
worked at a steady pace until I felt my balls tighten. I gave one last,
deep push and unloaded in his silken tunnel. He lifted up with one hand on
the wall and the other on his cock. A few strokes brought him off with his
ass tightly gripping my still hard, buried cock. He quickly turned, knelt,
and cleaned my cock tenderly.

  Back downstairs over beers, he leaned in and asked if we could meet
again. I told him that I'd be in town for a few days and later was meeting
friends at the Argos. I managed to say maybe the next evening, before he
leaned in for a kiss. As we kissed I slipped my hand into the back of his
jeans and felt his hole, filled with my cum.  We parted with a hug and I
left to find some dinner.

  There were a number of recommended gay places to eat and I selected one
not too far from the Anco.  Having eaten I went back to the Anco for a post
dinner, pre-bar nap with my door closed.

   Waking around 9, I did a fresh clean up and checked my bag for something
to wear for the evening. I found a pair of well worn jeans with a handily
place rip in the rear. I slipped them on along with my chaps. It was a warm
night so I decided to just wear a vest over my bare chest. Looking in the
mirror with my 2 day growth of beard, thought that I might fit in.

   As I left the cute guy on the front desk stopped me, "Don't forget our
party tonight, Mister Hot Hunk, I want some time with that body. Your room
key set will admit you to the front door and the lower door to the play
area and party." he said giving my cock a nice feel. Since I was going
commando he got a hand full.

  I crossed the canal and made my way to Warmoesstraat and the hard core
gay bars.  I walked down from the end, passing the infamous Stable
Master. I peeked into the Eagle and Dirty Dicks, before spotting the line
in front of Argos. As I got closer I recognized one of the guys I'd met
earlier.  He pulled me into his arms for a deep kiss and then pushed me
into the bar though the heavy rubber curtains. It was crowded!  As we made
our way to the bar I felt fingers rubbing my ass and wet fingers in my
crack. We ordered beers from a hairy bear bartender.  Beers in hand we
turned around to face the crowd.

   There were many men, all attired to match the heavy décor of the
bar. Club banners and posters for leather events plastered the walls. My
friend grabbed my elbow and gestured to the rear of the bar. We went to a
rear bar stand to meet his other friends, all three of them. Looking at the
four men in front of me let me know that tonight would be a feast of man
sex.

   Each man pulled me into a hug and a deep tongue kiss. I pulled on nipple
rings, leather encased cocks, and naked asses. They turned me around to
face the crowd in the bar. As I looked over the crowd I felt a tongue
search for the ripped seam in my jeans. It was not hard to find and soon a
wet, velvet tongue was lavishing wet kisses on my pink hole. The others had
moved around to partially block the view while unzipping my jeans. A hand
reached in to pull my now hard cock out. I looked down to see all of their
cocks hanging out in clear view. They were beauties of thick, uncut cocks.

   As I looked from one hard cock to another, my original friend, Tim,
moved in front of me. He reached for my hard cock and taking it in hand
moved my tip to his. He pulled his skin over my cut cock, giving me a whole
new sensation. He massaged our two coks enclosed in his foreskin. The other
looked on as they casually sipped their beers. The guy giving me a fabulous
rim job stood up behind me, pushing his stiff cock into the now wet trench
of my ass. I moved up and down to grab his cock with my buns. He reached
around to grab my now hard nipples.

   Our fun continued as we talked and exchanged information about
ourselves. At a signal from Tim, all of us moved from the wall toward the
stairs going down to the basement fun room. They were steep stairs. At the
bottom was a small dim place.  I looked back to see another large
underground room with various sections. The moans and the sounds of skin
hitting skin alerted me to the action around me. Tim grabbed my cock and
pulled me to the back area. The others, cocks hanging out, followed close
behind us.

   This area was even dimmer than the first part, almost pitch black. We
placed our beers on a rail and Tim grabbed my shoulders, pushing my mouth
to his hard, uncut cock. I eagerly swallowed as much as I could. Bent over
I felt a wet finger searching for my hole. Once the target was located, it
slipped inside.

    Someone pushed a bottle of poppers under my nose and I inhaled deeply,
never letting the thick cock slip out of my mouth. The rush hit me and I
felt my body relax for the assault that was going to come. A cock head
pushed against my now willing ass. It met little resistance. I reached out
my hands to grasp the two other hard cocks.  Tim began a fast, deep thrust
into my throat. I tasted his sweet pre-cum flowing from his balls down into
my stomach. He stopped his pounding of my face, pulling me for another deep
kiss. His tongue dueled with mine, seeking his own sweet nectar. As he did
this I felt the man behind me pull my hips tightly against his groin and
moan while he loaded my love tunnel with his juice.

   We pulled apart in a few minutes, grabbed our beers and walked back to
the stairs as if nothing had happened. As we went up the stairs I felt the
cum leaking from my open hole. Then a finger swiped it up and I heard a
sucking noise. I figured that someone was having a cleanup ass meal.

  Upstairs we retired to a dim corner of the back bar, chatting as if
nothing had happened. My leaking, stretched hole knew better. Someone
produced a small plastic packet filled with mixed of snuff. Each one took a
small bit between their fingers and sniffed at it. They inhaled it
deeply. My turn came and I followed their lead. It hit me instantly as my
head began to spin. Tim grabbed my waist to steady me on my feet. They all
giggled at my reaction. Slowly a new warmth overcame me. At the same time
my cock stiffened and my hole twitched with its need.

   We talked a little more about the upcoming weekend's events and the
night's party at the Anco. After another round we decided to go across to
the Cockring to check on the action there. Paying our entry fee, we
wandered around, ending upstairs at the large, crowded bar.  The largely
all male crowd was uninhibited, touching, kissing, groping, fingering
willing asses. My friends led me to the bathroom where we freely released
out beers.  I zipped up and followed my group through another door. We were
immediately in a dark backroom filled with the sounds and smells of man on
man action.  My stiff cock begged for release from its confines and my
exposed hole twitched with anticipation of coming pleasures. Tim and his
friends moved away from me, seeking their own pleasures. Unseen hands
pulled at my nipples, grabbed my hard cock and rubbed my exposed buns.

   I was moved by the ever shifting crowd towards a wall where my now stiff
cock was pushed through a hole in the wall. I felt a warm mouth engulf it
immediately.  I moaned at the feelings rushing around my cock. The sucking
suddenly stopped. Seconds later I felt a well lubed hole slide back onto my
wet cock. Hands held me against the wall as the tunnel that held me tight
worked his ass muscles.  I heard his moaning increase as his own climax
approached. Mine was not far behind.  I let out a yell, "Yes, Yes" as I
filled that unseen hole with my stored up cum. Having satisfied his need,
my unseen partner pulled off of my cock to be quickly replaced with a warm
mouth, cleaning up the accumulate cum and ass juices.

    Hands released me and I fell back into a nearby corner, leaning for
support. Recovering, I saw a flash of light as a curtain opened and closed.
I move to it, pushing past couples and groups fucking and sucking. I
spotted my friends at the bar talking to the handsome bartender from the
Nest.  When I got closer I noticed the wet spot in the back of his jeans. I
wondered if he had been my unseen lover. He saw me and when I was close
leaned in to give me a deep kiss. I tasted cum and cock in his mouth along
with cigarettes.

  As we talked it was agreed that it was time to hit the party at the
Anco. When we arrived I excused myself to go to my room while the others
stood in line to pay their entry fee.

  I went to my room to give myself a quick clean out and to replace my
jeans with a zipper black jock under my black leather chaps. I pulled on my
black boots before going down the back stairs to the basement bar. In my
room I'd taken a little blue pill to make sure I lasted for another few
hours.

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