Date: Sun, 18 Apr 2010 19:27:29 +0200
From: phoenix_1977@hotmail.com
Subject: Sjoerd's Life part 1

Recently readers asked me if I had some more stories to share. Well, I do
have some stories I published years ago on the net but these stories are in
my native language. So I decided to translate them so more people can enjoy
them.

This story I wrote about 10 years ago when I was a student in Amsterdam.
It's the first of three stories with the same lead characters and it's
loosely based on my own experience.

Enjoy!

One hot taxi ride

"Damn, I missed my last bus!"

Sjoerd looked at his watch and cursed like a sailor. Tonight he went to
SoHo in the Regulierdwarsstraat (street with a lot of gay bars in
Amsterdam) and he was supposed to get the nightline back home to Amsterdam
South-East from the Rembrandtsquare. He completely lost track of time
though when he met a nice guy named Peter at the bar. Peter was a typical
Dutch guy, blond with blue eyes and some muscle but not excessive. The only
thing not so typical Dutch was Peters tan. He had a deep tan which is
virtually impossible in the Netherlands because of the lack of sun. Still,
the complete package made Peter an attractive young man.

In the beginning of the evening Sjoerd and Peter had been talking
animatedly but as the night progressed and both guys had a few drinks they
got hornier by the minute. Sjoerd had hoped Peter would ask if he could go
with Sjoerd to his place or Sjoerd coming with him but so far no luck. And
it wasn't because Sjoerd wasn't trying. Now Sjoerd had to walk for about
two hours to get home and the bar would close in about half an hour.

"That sucks, man! What are you going to do now?" Peter asked.

"Well, I guess I have to walk. The next bus won't get here for another 3
hours." Sjoerd answered. All of his hormones had gone into hibernation with
the thought of a two hour walk ahead of him. The fact he had to walk
through the worst part of town didn't do much for him. Sjoerd wasn't easily
afraid. But he was just annoyed with the fact he had to walk. The grin on
Peters face didn't help much either. Sjoerd didn't much care for being
laughed at.

"Don't worry" Peter said. "I think I know a solution. I promise you you
won't have to walk all the way home".

Sjoerd didn't quite understand. If this was the invitation Sjoerd had been
waiting for it was a little late. Although he still liked the way Peter
looked Sjoerd was no longer horny. Apparently Peter noticed because he
began caressing Sjoerd seductively and before long Sjoerd was as hard as he
had been before he realized he missed his bus.

Half an houe later SoHo closed and Sjoerd followed Peter towards the
Rembrandtsquare. Sjoerds dick was so hard it hurt. It had been weeks since
the last time he had done anything with a guy so his balls were filled to
the max. He hoped this night wouldn't be over yet otherwise he would suffer
from a bad case of blue balls. Peter seemed fine though.

When Sjoerd and Peter arrived at the Rembrandtsquare Peter waved to one of
the taxi drivers who stood next to his car having a smoke. The driver waved
back and smiled at Peter.

"Hey, Peter! Long time no see! How are you doing?" the taxi driver asked.

"I'm doing good, Achmed. And you?" Peter answered.

Sjoerd took a long look at the taxi driver and his dick got even harder.
God, this man looked drop dead gorgeous. But at the same time Sjoerd got
jealous.

"How does Peter know this statue of a man?" Sjoerd asked himself. "And if
he knows a hunk like this what is he doing in bars like SoHo?"

The taxi driver Peter called Achmed was tall, almost 6.6 feet with black
hair till his shoulders. Although it was difficult to see because the lack
of good light his eyes looked so dark they were almost black. It was
obvious he went to the gym regularly. He spread a spicy, masculine smell
and with a start Sjoerd realized this young man was either Turkish or
Moroccan. Sjoerd lowered his gaze immediately because he didn't want to
show he was gay. Somehow his glance landed on Achmeds crotch and Sjoerd
began to wonder whether Achmed was circumcised or not.

"Is it a slow night?" Peter asked Achmed.

"Yeah, pretty much. I'm glad my shift is almost over. I spent most of it
here, at the Square. But who's that nice young man you have with you?"
Achmed asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I completely forgot. Achmed, this is Sjoerd. Sjoerd, this
is Achmed, an old classmate of mine" Peter said. Sjoerds jealousy
immediately melted away.

"Of course! An old friend" Sjoerd thought. "Nothing to worry about".

"Achmed, do you think you could take Sjoerd home? He lives near your place"
Peter asked.

"Sure. Are you coming as well? Than I can first take you home and drop
Sjoerd off on my way." Achmed said.

"Yeah. That sounds ok" Peter said. And a few minutes later they all got
into Achmeds car.

Although Sjoerd was glad he didn't have to walk home he still had hoped
this night would have ended differently. Peter was sending out very mixed
signals. When he got home Sjoerd would definitely have to empty his balls
because no way he would get any sleep otherwise.

Peter and Sjoerd were in the back of the taxi while Achmed was driving.
Peter had his arm draped around Sjoerds neck and all of a sudden Sjoerd
felt Peter rubbing his nipple. Sjoerd was hard as a rock again in an
instant. What the hell was Peter doing? Achmed looked really macho and
Sjoerd doubted Achmed had warm feelings towards gays let alone gays who
were going at it in his car. But it also turned Sjoerd on like nothing ever
before. Peter was running his hand up Sjoerds leg till he felt Sjoerds big
warm balls. At the same time Peter brought his lips slowly to Sjoerds and
kissed him very gently. Achmed looked in his rear view mirror and could see
everything happening in the back of his car.

"This could be fun" Achmed thought while squeezing his hard cock. "A lot of
fun."

While Achmed was driving and watching Peter and Sjoerd at the same time
Peter slipped his hand underneath Sjoerds shirt. Peter had noticed Sjoerds
attraction to him all night and Peter certainly didn't mind a little action
with the young student. He was glad his plan to make Sjoerd miss his bus
and meeting Achmed at the Rembrandtsquare worked. He had planned including
Achmed in this all night and he was glad his old friend was indeed in the
square that night. Well, all that could have gone wrong was Achmed not
being there and in that case Pieter had decided to ask Sjoerd to stay with
him at his place. But Peter knew how much Achmed loved watching people
having sex, especially in his taxi. Peter had already seen Achmed was
watching in the rear view mirror and he saw Achmeds thick cock through his
jeans. Apparently Achmed was going commando tonight. Peter kept playing
with Sjoerds nipples causing Sjoerd to keep moaning.

Achmed parked the car near the biology faculty of the University of
Amsterdam. Since there were only university buildings here and offices no
one would be here at 3 am. He turned around and took out his hard cut 11
inch dick. God, he was horny! He saw Sjoerds shirt had come off and Peters
tongue was flashing over Sjoerds nipple while Sjoerd was jerking Peters
hard dick. The front of Sjoerds jeans was severely tented and Achmed
thought it just had to hurt, having such a hard on confined in such a tight
place.

Achmeds eyes met Sjoerds and for a moment the student tensed up, thinking
he was certainly getting a beating now. But then he saw Achmeds hard dick
in his hand and Sjoerds relaxed again, enjoying Peters action on his
nipples.

Peter had noticed Sjoerd tensing up and for a moment he thought Sjoerd was
going to cum already. But soon he noticed Achmed playing with his hard
circumcised cock. Peter reached out en took over the gentle rubbing Achmed
had applied on his dickhead.

"God, it's been a while since someone else touched my dick" Achmed sighed.
Achmed maneuvered himself in the back of the car with Peter and Sjoerd,
ready for some hot action.

The three men stripped themselves of their clothes and were naked in the
back of the car in a matter of minutes. Achmed immediately dived in for
Sjoerds hard dick which he sucked deep in his throat. At the same time
Peter had taken Achmeds in his mouth and Sjoerd was sitting there, deeply
enjoying all of this. He could tell this wasn't the first time Achmed
sucked dick and the feeling of Achmeds soft lips and wet and warm tongue on
his dickhead was almost enough to make him shoot his load. While Achmed was
sucking him and playing with his balls Sjoerds caressed Achmeds long black
hair. Peter was deepthroating Achmed, making Achmeds dick nice and wet. Not
long after Achmed released Sjoerds dick and kissed Sjoerds lips and in his
neck.

"Have you ever been fucked?" Achmed asked Sjoerd. Sjoerd shook his head not
able to speak because of all the sensations racing through his body. Achmed
sat up, grabbed Sjoerds waist and pulled him on his lap. Sjoerd felt
Achmeds hot and wet dickhead against his ass and got a little scared.
Achmeds dick was really big and Sjoerd thought he could never take a
monsterdick like that. He felt a wetness on his ass, caused by Peters
tongue.  Peters tongue invaded his ass and Sjoerd didn't know what
happened.  He pressed his ass down, feeling Achmeds dick trying to push
in. That didn't work just yet so Peter started rubbing Sjoerds ass with his
wet fingers, applying some pressure on Sjoerds sphincter, urging the muscle
to relax. Slowly Peter inserted one finger, causing Sjoerd to buck with his
hips. Peter started fingerfucking Sjoerd, causing Sjoerd to leak large
amounts of precum. After a while Peter put in a second finger while Sjoerd
was moaning in ecstasy. When Peter thought Sjoerd ass was relaxed enough he
withdrew his fingers and started licking Sjoerds ass which he altered with
sucking Achmeds hard and throbbing dick. Achmeds dick started throbbing
more and more and Achmed pushed Peter away from his dick. Peter started to
rub Sjoerds dick to make him even hornier. Well, that worked. Sjoerd was so
horny and distracted he didn't notice the increasing pressure from Achmeds
dick on his ass until Achmeds dickhead entered his ass. An explosion of
pain shot through Sjoerds lower body. Sjoerd tried to get of Achmeds dick
which was deeply imbedded in Sjoerds ass. Achmed knew in how much pain
Sjoerd was so he kept his dick perfectly still while kissing Sjoerds neck
and massaging his nipples while Peter kept working on Sjoerds dick which
was less hard now because of the pain.

"Take it out, please" Sjoerd whimpered.

"Relax, baby. In a minute it will feel better. I promise" Achmed said. And
indeed, the pain subsided and Sjoerd started to feel how full he was with
Achmeds dick up his ass.

"I think I can learn to love this" Sjoerd thought. Right at that moment he
got a new sensation when Achmed moved his dick a little, causing pressure
on Sjoerds prostate. Sjoerd howled with pleasure and started riding Achmeds
dick.

"This is wonderful!" Sjoerd thought. "Heaven must feel like this". After
the few hand- and blowjobs with anonymous guys he was finally having a man
up his ass while another guy was slowly rubbing his dick. All of these
sensations caused an overload pretty soon and Sjoerd started shooting his
cum all over Achmed. Achmeds face, chest en abdomen were covered in Sjoerds
cum. Because of Sjoerds orgasm his ass had contracted involuntary around
Achmeds dick causing Achmed to reach his climax as well. Sjoerd felt Achmed
cumming in his ass, flooding his bowels with his cum. Achmeds was
screaming. He never had an orgasm that intense.

Sjoerd was exhausted and Achmed lifted him from his softening dick. Sjoerd
felt some of Achmeds cum dripping out of his ass but didn't get to think
long about that. Achmed took him in his arms and started kissing him
passionately. The young student lay in Achmeds arms, enjoying the
afterglow. He didn't realize Peter was still horny and wanted to lose his
cum as well. In one thrust Peter pushed his dick in Sjoerds ass. Thank God
Peter wasn't as thick as Achmeds dick was but Peters was a lot longer.
Sjoerd pushed himself further in Achmeds embrace while Peter fucked the
young man. The show Sjoerd and Achmed showed already put Peter on edge and
only minutes after he had entered Sjoerds ass he shot his load in Sjoerds
ass, mixing it with Achmeds.

Achmed collected his clothes, got out of the car and started dressing
himself. If someone had been there he would have seen one overheated and
sweaty Moroccan man with a dick that was still half hard. Achmed didn't
care. Not only he was ok with people looking and lusting over his hot and
hard body but he also knew no one would be there this time of day.

As soon as Achmed was dressed again he got back in the front seat and
turned the car. Peter and Sjoerd were still lying in the backseat, naked
and sweaty and almost asleep. Achmed smiled and started driving the car to
Amsterdam South-East.

When Achmed parked the car in South-East, Sjoerd woke up just enough to
realize he didn't recognize the neighborhood.

"This isn't my place" Sjoerd said.

"No, it isn't" Achmed answered. "It's mine". Sjoerd and Peter started
getting dressed, which was quite a task in the back of a car. Getting
undressed was easier.

After the two guys were dressed enough to not draw any unwanted attention
they followed Achmed to his apartment where their adventure continued.
Sjoerd got fucked again by both Achmed and Peter, with both men shooting
their loads in Sjoerds ass. After a third session, in which Sjoerd fucked
Peter while being fucked by Achmed, the three young men fell asleep
exhausted and drained while the rising sun set Achmeds bedroom in a fiery
glow.



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