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I am Sam. I completed my schooling at an international school in The Hague. I'm a first-year student at a university nearby. My mother is a senior diplomat in an embassy, and this means that I must be a lot more careful about my identity. I am just under six foot and have olive-coloured skin. I have brown hair and eyes and have lived in the Netherlands for six years. Here's the rub. I met a guy when I was at school that I like. His father was also a senior diplomat, unfortunately, our country was not on friendly terms with his country.
Amir was a student at my university, and we got to see each other every day just like at school. We thought along similar wavelengths and were even studying for the same engineering degree. Unfortunately, because of security arrangements, we could not live in residence, and I was always under the watch of security intelligence which was very stifling.
Amir and I never visited each other's homes but met at the tennis club and sometimes at nightclubs. At school, we went on school trips together and on camps with the adventure club, and it was on these excursions that Amir and I developed a more physical attraction. Amir had black hair, and brown eyes and was about my height. His complexion would probably be described as Mediterranean.
We would maybe be classified as late bloomers since both of us only had our first encounter in high school and I blame this to our conservative religious upbringings. I remember our first encounter well. We were on a school trip to Paris and we were sharing a room, and a double bed.
We lay and chat in the dark and he asked me if I wanked.
"Yes, all the time. I love to wank." I said with a big smile. "When my parents are out, I will wank for hours watching porn movies on my iPad. I try not to cum for a long time."
Samir said that he wanked nearly every day, and he reached over and held my dick in his hand and gently started to wank me and it felt incredible having another person holding my dick. "I have wanted to do this with you for so long," Samir told me as he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. This was my very first boy-to-boy kiss and it felt so good. I told him that "I've been dreaming of playing with your dick for years now each time I wank at home." And I kissed him again. And got a closer look at his cut dick, so I went down and sucked his head into my mouth. I sucked off the precum and I slowly wanked his dick and milked out lots more pre-cum. I wanted to taste it. "Have you ever sucked a dick?" Samir asked and I shook my head and said I hadn't. I told him that I had seen it done many times while watching porn on my iPad. I ran my tongue over and around his big dick head and Samir moaned with delight. I took his dick head into my mouth and sucked on his shaft. I found that by wanking slowly I could milk out more pre cum. I started to take his dick deeper into my mouth. I worked my way down onto his dick, taking it in further and further each time until it hit the back of my throat. I was wanking his big dick with my other hand. I kept this up for some time until Samir pulled his dick out of my mouth and began squirting cum onto my face. "Do you want to suck mine?" I asked. "I'd love you to," he replied. Samir was able to take my whole dick in, as he buried his nose in my dark pubic hair. I had never had my dick sucked before and it felt so good. I had hold of his head and was making fucking motions. I knew I would cum soon and I exploded, shooting wad after thick wad of cum into his mouth. Samir sucked my dick head as the last few shots blasted the back of his mouth. "I love your cum. I always try to eat my cum when I wank." I still get hard thinking of that first night with Samir when everything seemed to happen so naturally. This was the start of our secret relationship, and we have been able to keep it going since then. Samir and I connected socially, and we enjoyed each other's company, and when we got a chance to be intimate that seemed to work well too. Even though we did not live far from Amsterdam, we hadn't visited the city much, and Amir and I planned an overnight visit on Valentine's Day. We decided not to use our bank cards and to leave our phones behind, to avoid being tracked by intelligence. We wanted to be free for once, away from everyone's eyes. We had planned to meet at Amsterdam Central Station. Amir was already waiting at the "trefpunt" (meeting point). He was wearing jeans and a warm jacket and a colourful scarf and beanie, which made him look good. It was midmorning and we made our way to a famous gay-owned pancake house not too far from the station for a late breakfast. It was still early and the tourists had not yet descended onto this crowded part of the city. We climbed the narrow staircase and looked at the photographs of all the famous people who had eaten there. We were seated by the owner at one of the three small tables and enjoyed traditional pancakes for breakfast. After breakfast, we made our way to the Stedelijk Museum where we handed our rucksacks in before exploring the museum. We had visited the museum when we were at school and had always been keen to return. There were some interesting installations and there was a special exhibition on "Love in Art", the curators had even assembled works from Picasso, Monet and Renoir. The catalogue produced for the exhibition included contemporary poetry and some interesting collages. Here is a Haiku written by an AI: Canals whisper love, Tulips bloom in passion's dance, Amsterdam's heart beats. Later that afternoon Samir and I checked into a cheap hotel, not far from the redlight district and dropped our bags off before going to find one of the famous coffee shops. We walked along the canals, and everything was grey and dull in winter sunlight. The city sounds filled the air, and some roads were now crowded with tourists. The coffee shop was a first for us, even though many of our school friends had tried cannabis before. But because of our conservative families, we hadn't. The staff at Sky High Coffee Shop were very helpful and provided lots of guidance The names on the menu were crazy: Amnesia, Orange, Rolex, Ice Cream Cake, Lemon Haze, Green Gelato, Kosher Kush, and White Widow to mention a few. We opted for the edible menu and chose the banana bread (even though it would take longer to kick in). We bought some Chinese takeaways to eat in our room and made our way back to the hotel. The marijuana started to kick in and I felt far more relaxed, Samir said that he was also feeling more mellow. We sat in our undies on the sagging double bed and ate our chop sue. After supper, we squashed into the tiniest shower I had ever been in and soaped each other and washed. Our bodies were pressed against each other, and a lot of water splashed onto the floor. We both had erections but there was no space to do much about it. I did enjoy Samir's hands exploring my body and it all seemed so much more sensual after eating the special banana bread. We dried each other off and this gave both of us a chance to get close-up views of each other. Samir's dick was vertical and looked very inviting. I was hard too and feeling very randy. Samir made the first move and gripped my cut dick while he kissed me deeply. I rubbed my hand over his chest and played with his nipples, and he squirmed when I did this. I pushed Samir onto the bed and went down to suck his dick. He was oozing precum and I enjoyed the sweetness on my tongue. I toyed with his dick head and got my tongue into his piss slit and he pushed me off not wanting to shoot too early. It was incredible lying on Samir, the closeness was intense. I loved feeling the beat of his heart and having his breath so close to my face. I had longed for this moment, and it was happening. No external eyes, no hiding, no rushing - just the two of us. I held him tight, and he held me, and it felt so right. Samir rolled me off him and he got on top of me. Our dicks were touching against each other's bodies as he kissed me. He went onto his knees and kissed my entire body from head to toe and it felt great. Our dicks responded to the stimulus immediately and we ground against each other, I reached down and moved my hand towards Samir's hole, inserting a finger just inside and producing a contented moan from him. Fortunately, the tube of lube was within easy reach, and I reached over and handed it to Samir who spread a liberal amount on my dick and I spread it on Samir's hole. We moved so that hat they could get into the right position with Samir's legs in the air and fully exposing his welcoming hole. When we were ready, I moved forward until the tip of my dick was at the entrance to Samir's arse and slipped through the tight ring that expanded to receive me. Slowly and steadily, I advanced my rock-hard dick inside Samir's arse resulting in a moan from Samir as I touched his prostate with my thrusting dick. It was not long before we reached a steady rhythm. We were breathing hard and moaning and Samir reached for his dick and wanked himself.
"Keep going, harder," he said.
I responded by pounding the welcoming hole even harder and knew that I was fast reaching my climax and gasped:
"I'm coming."
Samir tightened his arse muscles, and I started shooting inside his hole. The effect was to set off Samir's orgasm and he shot his cum onto my stomach and the rest landed on my face. We lay next to each other on the sagging mattress, and I ran my fingers lightly over his chest. He leaned over and kissed me. We thought of going out into the city to one of the well-known gay clubs, but it was very cold, and we decided to stay in and watch some TV. It wasn't too long, and I was hard again, and I went down and played with Samir's dick in my mouth, and I could taste some of the dry cum on it. I cupped his balls and now and then had a testicle in my mouth. Samir moaned with pleasure, and I could feel his dick stiffen before he released another load.
Samir then took my dick and started to wank me until I shot my load on my stomach, and he went down and licked up the cum. We climbed under the duvet and fell asleep in each other's arms on Valentine's Day.
We masturbated together in bed in the morning, and then we squashed into the tiny shower again and washed each, making liberal use of use of the lavender-smelling shower gel.
After enjoying a continental breakfast in the cozy first-floor dining room we packed our rucksacks. While we looked out of our window which had a view over the canal, Samir stood behind me and held me close to him and kissed the back of my neck. I could feel his erection against my arse, but it was time to leave. We walked along the canal, together in the cold morning air, taking a slight detour to see the Anne Frank House where there were queues of tourists waiting to go in. As we entered Amsterdam Central Station we saw a young pianist playing "When I Kissed the Teacher" on the public grand piano, and a passing choir group started singing:
Everybody screamed When I kissed the teacher And they must have thought they dreamed When I kissed the teacher All my friends at school They had never seen the teacher blush, he looked like a fool Nearly petrified 'cause he was taken by surprise...
The atmosphere was celebratory, and I reached to get my mobile phone out to capture the moment, and I remembered that my phone was at home. Samir and I boarded the train and hoped to return to Amsterdam soon.