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Let me introduce myself first. My name is JC, not Jessie and definitely not Jack anymore just JC (long story). Anyway I'm 27, 1.92 m, 85 kg (about 6'4", 188 lbs). Due to my love of riding my bike and swimming I consider myself well build, not muscular just reasonable divined. People, mostly women unfortunately, tell me often I'm good looking with my shoulder length auburn hair and ice blue eyes. I don't see it myself, I see myself more average. Oh and I like men, if you haven't figure that one out yet.
Now, it has been a while since my last long vacation so I was desperately in need of some R&R. Lucky for me I still had enough vacation days left at work. But my biggest question was what to do and where to go to with a limited budget? As a `traditional' Dutch guy I like to ride a bike. So why not go on a bike tour, but then where to go to? Because I live in the south of The Netherlands the border with Belgium isn't far away so why not go there?
In the weeks leading to my vacation I roamed the net for the best deals, nicest places and the most convenient route to take. I pre-booked some hostels, B&B's and in some cases cheap hotels, if they offered it also the breakfast options. The more money I could safe upfront, the more was left to spend during my vacation. Yes, I do believe I fit the notion of us Dutch being cheap, but with a small budget we can get creative.
If you haven't been to the Netherlands before let me tell you something about our `culture'. We have a long history with bicycles. Throughout our small country we have an extensive network and infrastructure solely for bike-riders. All along those ways are signposts, maps and other proficiencies for leisure like benches and designated picnic areas. In that network they have integrated some routes along scenic spots, not always the direct route but always car free or at least low in motorized traffic.
For my first day I planned the longest part of the trip, if I could handle that I can handle them all, so I thought. Man let me tell you my dear reader what an ordeal that was. Second thing you must know about us Dutch, we can be a stubborn piece of ... work when we want to.
"If I go to that point before I turn on my GPS, I'll be guided via the best way."
Damn what a mistake that turned out to be. Somewhere in the middle of I-don't-know-where the bike road signs send me in two totally different directions. So finally I turned on my GPS to find my way back to civilization. I was gob smacked to see that the distance between where I was and Vlissingen was almost the same as from home, as I had seen on my PC at home when I was planning my trip.
"Okay JC, take a deep breath and a smoke (yes I know smoking is a bad habit, but give me my vice) and put the paddle to .... down?"
My route took me along a wide variety of landscapes from rural agricultural to dunes from industrial to beaches. Mother Nature was very friendly for me that day, the sun was shining with an average temperature of 24 degrees C. (75 F). Along my ride I encountered many other Saturday recreationists like older couples, families and the occasional eye candy in skimpy shorts and tight Tees. I didn't stop however to `play' or relieve some tension down under, I wanted to reach my destination ASAP. Finally after what felt like a lifetime I arrived in Vlissingen. Quick check in at my hostel and a shower and go explore the city.
What an amazing city this turned out to be. So much history to be found around every corner you turn. Just a brisk walk of 10 minutes from downtown and you're in the middle of the beautiful coastal land the province of Zeeland is familiar for. Truly, if and when you're in The Netherlands and you do have the time for it, go visit this place, I highly recommend it.
Anyway, before I left my hostel, I had asked the receptionist where to go to for a small bite. He had recommended a small bar on the main square. It would offer a good meal at a reasonable price. So after my walk around I went there for my dinner. It was an (as we Dutch like to call) old brown café. It had a simple though well thought out menu.
When I was finished with my diner, I enjoyed looking at the people walking by. As we Dutch like to call: `Appies kijken'. As the weather was turning cloudy in walked this very good looking guy.
"Where's the sun?" he asked my waiter. "It just walked in." I answered for him. "Thanks." he responded with a big smile and a wink.
Because the wind was picking up some force the staff was running like ants to clear the terrace. The last thing to do where the awnings. The guy that had just walked in came up to me and asked me if I would mind when he withdrew the awning above me.
"Hell no, I won't mind that." I thought to myself. "No, go ahead." "I'll need to climb up on the bench you're sitting on, because otherwise I can't reach it." "Careful this bench ain't so wide or stable to stand on in my opinion." "Can't you spot me for this?" "Sure, climb up."
While he was working to retract the awning he offered me an amazing view of his mouthwatering ass. So well defined in those tight jeans he was wearing. When he was finished he turned around which gave me a close view of his front side. I swear he must have had a live snake or something down there or what.
"Damn what am I going to do?"
I wanted to bite into his jeans and start chewing on his meat. It felt like I was starring at his crotch for three hours but it turned out to be seconds.
"Down boy." I thought I heard him say. Turned out he had said "You can let me down now."
Flustered as a schoolgirl I helped him down the bench.
"Thanks for helping me out." "You're welcome." "Can I make you another drink?" "So, you work here?" Well duh, why else would he do the awning? "Yes, I'm the head bartender." "Nice."
After a day on my bike in the sun the beers I had with and before my supper must have made my tongue more lose than I really wanted. I picked up all my courage and went for broke.
"How's your cocktail knowledge?" "I can honestly say much better than my colleagues." "Good. If I offered you a blowjob can you give me a slow and comfortable screw against the wall or are you more a sex on the beach man?"
Startled he stepped back and looked at me quizzically.
"Oh sorry, you've just started your shift you can't have a drink yet. Make it a Cuba-libre then."
Still puzzled looking he went inside. It took him ten minutes to make my drink before he returned. Honestly how long does it take to poor a shot of rum in a coke?
"Sorry it took so long." "It's okay." "I went online and checked those cocktails. They do exist." "Yeah. What did you expect?" "Oh I don't know, a special offer?" "The night is young." "Yes it is."
With that said he went back inside, but with a smile and a wink that sent rockets straight to my soul.
As with the wind picking up the temperature dropped, so I moved my little ass inside. My stud had the evening bar shift. While he was working the room I could study him covertly and better. He was about 1.80 m and 75 kg (5.9 and 165 lbs), short dark brown hair under a reversed cap, high cheekbones and a strong jaw line. His body was slender but well defined, some would say lanky, not really the type I would go after, but he had this presence and a warm welcome smile with lush lips I want to nibble on. Occasionally he came by my table for some small talk as any good bartender attends to do.
Since it was a Saturday there would be a live band playing, so at some point he had to remove some tables and chairs to make more room. Because I was sitting at a table he also came to me too and asked me if I would mind to move to the bar. So I did. Because I had to go to the bathroom too I went downstairs to relieve myself. Coming from the bathroom I walked into my bar stud while he was putting away the last chairs.
"I want to thank you better for your help you gave me earlier." "Man, all I have done was keeping you from falling and stare at your nice ass."
With a big grin and a twinkle in his eyes he grabbed me in his arms and started to kiss me. What a great kisser, he turned my legs into jelly. Before I knew it he was roaming his hands all over my chest with little tweaks to my very sensitive nipples.
"Shouldn't you be tending the bar?" "I've got a ten minute break, Paul is covering me. Do you want me to stop or shall we go to the backroom?"
Faster than I could think of anything to say he took my hand and led me through a door marked Private. After he locked the door I lost my last inhibitions, before I knew it his shirt was on the floor, his pants at his feet and me on my knees staring at his boxer briefs that was straining to keep his member covered. When I looked up at his face he gave me that big smile and a nod to go ahead. Softly I started kissing his knees and upper legs, just short of paradise I went back down and started to use my tongue and work my way up again.
As I reached his briefs again I inhaled his intoxicating sent of musk and testosterone, it was like catnip to a kitten for me. I moved my hands to his chest and played with his nipples, slowly circling them, softly squeezing. From the hmmm's and aaah's coming to me I gathered he was enjoying what I was doing. Softly I nibbled into the fabric that still covered the main attraction, according my estimate an 8 inch sausage, minimum.
Slowly I lowered my hands down his side towards his waistband, tenderly I lifted it over his throbbing member. When his dick popped free of its prison it slapped me on my cheek leaving a trail of his copious precum. I moved in to catch those tantalizing drops straight from their source. I had never tasted something so sweet and yet salty at the same time in my life. I loved it. Slowly but sure of what I was doing I started to lick the length of his pulsating hot dick. His plum sized balls were low hanging and begging for some attention, who am I to deny such a plea? I licked them softly, wrapped my tongue around them one by one. Never have I had a man whose balls could do such an awesome dance like they did.
As I worked my way back up to his tip I savored every drop of precum I encountered. Now it was time for the big works. I opened my mouth and gave his mushroom head access to my waiting and willing mouth and throat. With my tongue I twirled around under his foreskin and teased his piss slit, hmmm. Gently he pushed his hips forward so I could get comfortable with his girth and length, as I worked my way down his shaft I made sure to leave a good and wet trail for the things I had in mind yet to come.
I must say he was a considerate lover, when he reached my gag-reflex-point he slowed down his entry so I could get my breath, once comfortable we went on.
"Oh, that feels good."
When I came up a little I hummed my response to him which sends more pleasure thrills up his cock.
"Please stop, or I'll cum."
Slowly he lifted me to my feet and turned me around and went to his knees. As he lowered my pants and underwear he softly nudged me forward to get an easier access to my pucker. With my hands on a stored table and my ass in his face he send me to heaven and hell in one go when his tongue made contact and started eating my ass as if it was the sweetest thing he had ever encountered. His tongue twirled around my hole, then it moved up and down my crack to return and slowly enter my love canal. An audible gasp escape me when he entered his finger. Licking and sucking he moved his finger around to open me up more, when he noticed I relaxed more he inserted a second finger and started to fuck me slowly with them. After what felt like an eternity I couldn't take it anymore.
"Please fuck me." "Oh, I intend to do just that."
I still have no idea where he got it from so fast, but at that point I heard the unmistakable sound of a condom being ripped open. Within seconds I felt the tip of his cock make contact with my gateway to heaven.
"Are you ready?" "Oh yeah."
Slowly he put some pressure to his cock and penetrated my ass. After the first pain subsided he pushed in a little further. Oh man that felt good. When I reached the point I couldn't take any more of him, I felt the brush of his pubes on my ass. He held perfectly still for a couple of seconds before he pulled out to his head, then he pushed back in slowly again. He continued to do that three or four more times before he picked up more speed and force. I loved it. I started to moan which resulted in a hand on my mouth and a soft hush in my ear. Oh yes, we're next to the restrooms and under the bar, woops.
"Please pull out when you cum, I want to taste you."
He kept on fucking me, he did hit that all elusive spot almost every time. Before I knew it he withdrew abruptly and forced me to my knees facing him. I knew exactly what was coming so I opened my mouth wide to give him a bigger target. His first blast almost went into my hair, wasn't it for my quick reaction to take his head into my mouth he would have. Five more blasts followed that first one. I had to swallow like crazy not to spill his precious seed. It tasted like salted caramel to me, sweet and savory with a hint of nutmeg. (I know, I've a mixed up pallet.)
After we caught our breath we got dressed again. He gave me a big hug and a deep kiss which almost knocked me to my knees again before he opened the door and looked outside if the coast was clear, it was. As he went upstairs I went into the bathroom to check for those telltale signs, which were luckily absent.
When I came upstairs my fucking barman (pun intended) was behind his bar giving me a smoldering smile and a wink. His colleague, Paul, was looking at me with a look as if he had been down there with us, or at least could have joint us. If he plays his cards right who knows, the night was still young.
But unfortunately for him my ride over and that amazing encounter in the backroom had taken more out of me than expected. So after finishing my drink I said my goodbyes and went back to my hostel.
"If this is an appetizer for the things to come this trip, than bring it on. This slut is ready for some action."
To be continued ?!?!