In my other stories, I've mentioned that I used to sleep around a lot - even going to orgies and sex parties. The truth is, all that sex was masking a longing for intimacy and closeness, and also my way of building my confidence back after being dumped by my ex of 7 years. It started with opening up our relationship - he insisted. But then, slowly, he stopped having sex with me, while going off with other guys. He ditched me during Paris Pride, and on my birthday weekend. I tried to break it off a few times, but he always cried and said we'd make it better... until finally, he dumped me, just after he moved back to Manila, and I moved to Amsterdam.
What followed was a year of me sleeping around, having sex while taking a lot of pills and viagra. I must have slept with over 100 guys in that time - a sex party could easily have 20 guys, after all. It was not the healthiest of times, physically or mentally or emotionally.
I had a few false starts in that year, a few guys whom I dated semi-seriously, but nothing ever got off the ground. There was one whom I dated for a month, then he went back to HIS ex. There was one whom I was supposed to spend Christmas with, then he got cold feet. I just shrugged them off - the ex was way worse anyhow. If the pain from my ex had been a bullet wound, these were just stubbing my toe.
in December, I matched with Prince online. What struck me was that he always replied, fairly quickly, and with much more substance than just "cool" and "ok". He asked questions, and he was open and curious. He lived in Rotterdam, about an hour away by train. We arranged to meet, the first weekend after the New Year.
He picked me up at Rotterdam Central. He was cute, with beautiful eyes and a nice bit of stubble. He was lean, and a head taller than me. I had a bit more muscle and bulk. He was a white Dutch guy, I was a Chinese-Filipino. We had a great time, walking through Rotterdam. We went to one bar, and enjoyed it so much that we went to another. I shared some chocolate from the Philippines with him.
While we were walking, he seemed really curious about my background. He'd never lived in another country before, and asked me a lot of questions. We talked about cultural differences. He shared a bit about his dating history: he'd just come out of a three-month relationship; he dumped HIS ex for being really selfish.
There were two big green flags in our conversation. The first was when he said he didn't understand threesomes. I explained why my ex and I started with it: we were both more top, and we sometimes wanted a third who was a power bottom so we could let loose. He looked thoughtful, and said he'd never thought of it that way. The second was when we talked about my ex. He empathized with my anger, but he did say that there must also have been some good times too - after all, we'd lasted seven years together.
He'd told me earlier that he had a hard stop at 5pm because he had a party to attend. We had been chatting for about five hours at this point. He walked me back to the train. When we said goodbye, I kissed him on impulse. He didn't kiss back. I thought I had messed up, and that he wasn't very much into me.
I was wrong. He leaned in and kissed me again, saying he had just been taken by surprise. I had a big smile on my face as he walked away.
Our second date was in Amsterdam. It was a Friday evening. I met him at Amsterdam Central, and walked him over to my place so he could leave his bag - he'd come directly from work. We spent the next six hours hopping around my favorite spots in the city center; including three of my favorite bars. Like he'd done for me in Rotterdam, I gave him a tour of my neighborhood in Amsterdam.
It was after midnight, and we were both tipsy. When we got back to my place, I asked him if he wanted to spend the night. He gladly accepted; he'd brought his toothbrush "just in case". We weren't ready to call it a night yet, so I taught him a card game from the Philippines. To make it interesting, we did it strip poker style.
After a few rounds, I'd lost my socks and belt... and he was completely naked.
"I guess I lost," he said sheepishly.
"I think we both win," I took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
We were both a bit drunk, so the first night was mainly kissing and oral. He has a nice fat cock, and we're about the same size - his is slightly bigger, though he always insists we're about the same. Humble guy :)
The next day had us walking around Amsterdam some more. We went a bit further afield. I made him a Filipino lunch; sweet cured pork and fried rice with fried eggs on top. He found it delicious, though we agreed that it was decidedly unhealthy.
He offered to buy dinner; I told him that he could just return the favor next time, at his place. As we were eating, I reflected; though the sex hadn't been super wild, I had thoroughly enjoyed it. Because I actually liked him; he wasn't just a piece of meat. As we wrapped dinner up, I asked him if he wanted to stay again. He gladly accepted.
I started telling him about my dating experience in Amsterdam. "So... yeah, I've actually slept with two of the neighbors," I began.
"You're pretty popular," he said.
"Yeah... well, here in the center, you just have to turn Grindr on," I confessed. As I showed him my app, he saw the one next to it. "What's that?"
It was the Chill app - a sex party app. I opened it and showed him. I was worried he'd think I was a slut, then I remembered how open-minded he'd been about threesomes.
"So..." he scrolled across the last "Chill" I'd attended. "You met all these guys there?"
"Just the ones who showed up," I explained. "No-shows often get blacklisted... but I've been going to fewer of these, and I'm thinking of stopping."
"Why? Are they getting boring?"
"Not really boring, but... they're not healthy, what with all the sexually active guys. I've gotten STDs thrice in the past year," I sheepishly confessed. "And... a lot of guys are on drugs during these things... I..."
He looked at me expectantly.
"Uh, I still have some leftover ecstasy, actually..."
"Oh... I can't remember the last time I tried that."
Five minutes later, we were naked, in the bedroom,
"You're not just sucking me off because of the ecstasy, are you?" I joked.
He stopped licking my dick so he could reply. "I wouldn't have taken the ecstasy if I didn't like you, you know." I pulled him up and kissed him.
I still remember entering him for the first time. I'd shown him my negative STD tests, so he allowed me to do it bare. We were face-to-face, missionary; we had spent a few minutes arranging the pillows under his back, just so. I sighed in contentment as I entered; he asked me to stop and hold it. He closed his eyes and breathed deep, then nodded.
I began to thrust while playing with his nipples. "Your nipples really are sensitive," I said in wonder.
He just nodded and groaned.
"So now I know what to do next time... just press these buttons." I pinched both his nipples at the same time, and he moaned again. He started jacking off.
It probably only took five more minutes before I could feel my orgasm building. "I'm close!" I whispered.
"Come in me," he said, eyes twinkling. This pushed me over the edge, and I grunted as I shot inside him. As I pulled out with a plop, I marveled at all the cum leaking from his ass. Then I rolled over and began playing with his nipples.
I kep looking at his handsome face as he jacked off. I could tell when he was close; he arched his back and puffed his cheeks out, and a thick stream of cum erupted from his dick and onto my face.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry," he gasped.
"I like it," I said as I licked his cum from my cheeks.
Needless to say, he stayed the night; and he even stayed for dinner on Sunday.
We saw each other almost every weekend after that, only skipping a couple. After every date, we'd agree on the next one. He confessed that he had never been so disciplined with planning before.
After three months, I was at his place when the COVID lockdowns were announced. He looked at me and shrugged. "You're already here, why don't you stay?" Luckily, I'd brought my work laptop and some underwear with me - I'd already stayed the night, after all. We returned to Amsterdam two nights later so I could pack a suitcase; this was when the government was saying not to travel unless absolutely necessary. There were only two other people we could see in the train. We even walked around the city center, marveling at how empty it was, before we went to my place to pack some stuff and head back to his. (he was on the outskirts of Rotterdam, and we thought we'd be safer).
After a week of living together, he cuddled against me and called me his boyfriend.
17 months later, we got engaged; and a year after that, we got married.
And every day, when I wake up, I think about how I thought he wasn't into me because he didn't kiss me back at first.