The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 67 -- Justin in Amsterdam

I saw some people being picked to go through the full body scanner but I didn't get to go. I always thought that if I put a large banana in my pants, it would look great on their screens. Maybe on the way home. I had two hours before the flight was due to take-off, so I put a movie on the Ipad and activated the wireless headphones. I looked around the crowd and saw a few interesting guys. To me they were now all foreign as I was on vacation, despite the fact I was still in Vancouver. A couple of relatively cute guys caught my attention as they were signing to each other. I had been practicing sign language ever since watching the TV show Switched at Birth with the cutie Sean Berdy and my boy Austin Butler. I totally sucked at it, but I could do the alphabet, numbers and basics of things like hello, yes, no, goodbye, sorry, thank you, and about 30 other words, and the important gay stuff, etc. I had also picked up a few phrases like my name is' and I only fingerspell'. So while I had no idea what they were saying as they moved so fast, I was intrigued. While watching the TV show, I thought I was doing good, but take away the subtitles and they may as well be talking Chinese. One guy told me that the best way to learn to sign was with a deaf person; otherwise it was like trying to swim without water. A little later I had a chance to use my limited words as I bumped into one of the guys in the bathroom. I signed sorry' and he signed back no problem' and smiled at me. I signed that I was slow at signing and that my name was Justin. I had been practicing my name for a while now and almost had it perfect, although super slow. He signed back nice to meet you' and that he was Spencer. Seriously? He couldn't be Joe or Al; it just had to be 7 letters. He signed Spencer' so fast I caught the s and p and had to ask him to sign to ask him to spell again slowly. I felt terrible asking but I wanted to learn. As I figured it out and said it out loud, he signed yes and smiled. He waved goodbye and I used the bathroom, and excitedly went back to my seat. As I sat down, Spencer must have signed to his friend that I was the guy he met, as the other one signed hello' to me. I replied and smiled. As long as they didn't get more complicated than that I was going to be ok. I tried not to watch them as I went back to my movie, but they kept looking at me occasionally and smiling. I could see sign language being amazing in a crowd. You could have a conversation with someone from a distance away in a noisy room. I told my phone to remind me to take sign language classes when I got back. Then I decided to try something. The next time Spencer looked over I smiled and signed You're cute, I'm gay'. I hoped I had it right or I could have said he had a sugar chin. He signed back thanks' and his friend grinned and signed something fast to him. Spencer looked at me and signed you want blowjob?' I immediately signed back yes' about a dozen times. He signed yay' or hurrah' and then bathroom'. I couldn't believe it. Learning swear words and gay stuff paid off. There is no way I would just go up to a hearing person and say anything that blunt, but since I didn't know how to carry on a long conversation in sign language, I just tried what I knew. I had no idea that I would ever get to use it. I went back to the bathroom and waited for Spencer. He came in and I pointed to the big stall at the end where we went in together. He wasted no time as he smiled and dropped to his knees. No sign language was needed at this point. From here on out it was international language. He sucked me off and then I pulled him up and switched places. He had a nice uncut cock and I enjoyed hoovering a load out of him. He signed `thanks' and asked for my phone and put his number in it and I gave him mine. We made sure the coast was clear before leaving and returning to our seat. From that point onward he texted me a few times.

`Thxs J. Lks like u no more signing than u thought.'

`I only learned the important stuff.'

I looked over at him and signed `shit, fuck, blowjob, asshole, top, bottom and gay'. He grinned and texted back.

`Yep, important stuff. Nice.'

I signed thank you' back to him. We had to stop as they were boarding the plane. I got to go early as I was first class. Yay for me. I signed applause and that I was loving this, although I totally felt like a poser. Signing would become my new hobby when I got home. My phone buzzed with a text again. put phone in airplane mode, we can stay in touch on plane if u want.' I texted K' back to him and then turned to sign O' and `K'. I had a made a new friend for at least the next 9½ hours.

I got comfortable in my seat and almost immediately was offered a drink. I like the fact that my seat almost turned into a bed sleeping thing, which would make the flight go by a lot quicker. I said hi to Spencer and his friend as they passed by and headed to the cattle section. I plugged my Ipad into the arm rest and played a few games and watched a movie. My phone lit up a few times with texts from Spencer and his friend who I learned was Parker. I also learned that they were on vacation like me and that Spencer was gay, but Parker was straight. About halfway into the flight when the lights were basically off so people could sleep, I asked Parker if he wanted to change places for a bit so I could talk to Spencer and learn more sign language. After all, I knew how to text. He came up and thanked me and I went back to sit with Spencer. God, they really don't give you much leg room and I almost fell on him as I climbed over to sit in the middle seat. The older guy against the window must have been in a coma as he never moved. Instead of texting back and forth, we tried to sign as much as possible, although I was terrible at it and I think I was frustrating Spencer a lot, which made me feel really bad. I used the phone note pad a lot so he could read what I wanted. He said he could read lips but it was relatively dark so this was easier. He threw a blanket over our laps and needless to say we got into a bit of undercover fun. We kissed and gave each other hand jobs, but stopped before we came as it would be difficult to clean up easily. Spencer suggested that we hook up in Amsterdam so we could finish what we had started. He revealed that he was a total bottom, which was okay by me. At the very least we agreed to keep in contact once we got back to Vancouver. I would love that so that I could learn the language. Finally I had to admit that I should let Parker come back and texted him to see if he was awake. He replied and we switched seats.

We landed at Schipol Airport in Amsterdam and took the train to Centraal Station in the centre of the city. Spencer and Parker travelled with me as they were staying at the Park Plaza hotel. I had no idea where I was going to stay and I seriously considered staying where they were; but meeting a couple of Vancouver guys, travelling half way around the world to hang out with them was defeating the purpose of my trip. I was tired and needed to find the nearest hotel. We took a few pictures with each other outside the train station and I hugged them goodbye. I found a nice place at the end of Damrak, but it turned out to be the Royal Palaces. A bit small for my taste...

I located a decent hostel using my phone, and checked in. The way they worked it was pretty simple. I could take a private room for only 22 euros or for 16 euros I could stay in a 10 bed dorm. I could also book a shared room that had 4 or 6 beds but you had to take the entire room. The dorms had shared showers and toilets, whereas the private rooms were self-contained. I debated whether I was adventurous enough to share with 10 other people. For my first night, and because I would be jet lagged when my adrenaline stopped, I took a private room for two nights and texted Colin to let him know I had landed and was heading out to explore the city. He texted back to tell me to have fun and that the guys were already asking when I was coming home. I laughed as I could just picture it. Like when we were kids on a trip asking `Are we there yet? Are we there yet?' The hostel was just a block off the famous red light district so I trotted down to see what the excitement was all about and grabbed a burger at McDonald's on the way. Surprisingly the first thing I noticed was a guy going into a green circular thing on the street to take a piss. Once he was done I went in to pee outside as well. Talk about a rush, but the smell was fucking terrible. I was thankful I was a guy because I had no idea where girls would pee. As it became dark, the red lights started to appear and there were girls in windows everywhere. I guess this is where the term window shopping came from. I'm no judge of women but if I were straight, I certainly wouldn't do any of the ladies I saw. Every window had a red light in it and there was a basic glow along the whole street. Pot smoking was everywhere and almost every store was a sex shop of some sort. This was my kind of place, although I couldn't see any gay guys in the windows which was a bit disappointing. I searched on my phone and found a gay bar on Spuistraat that I could go to which was only a few blocks away. I made my way slowly there after stopping in a few stores along the way.

It was a strange club and once I got there, I appeared to be the centre of attention. I went to the bar and ordered a drink. As I sat there, one of the cute boys came over and sat beside me and asked where I was from. I told him and he said he was from Turkey. Mmmmm...I like Turkey. I loved his accent too. He asked if I would be interested in going into the back with him. I looked around and figured out pretty quickly that these were probably rent boys, so I told him maybe later. He left almost immediately only to be replaced by a pale guy named Paul who said he was from England. He explained he was only working there to make enough money to get home. I wasn't sure if it was a line or the truth, but he rubbed inside my leg, almost touching my crotch, but not quite getting there. He was cute enough though. I asked him how the place worked and he told me that once I picked a boy, I just paid the bartender 160 euros and he would get the things we needed and go into the back room for an hour. He also said I could pay to watch a live sex show which happened a couple of times in the evening. He said he was one of the performers that night, so I thought maybe I could watch that. Apparently you had to pay 30 euros for the show, but you got a `free' drink with it. So in other words, if you want sex with a boy in Amsterdam, you better have deep pockets of cash. I paid to watch the show and I have to admit it was pretty hot. The guys simulated sex with each other and at one point they came off the stage and gave me a lap dance. Paul picked me and as he was naked on my lap, he lifted my hand to let me stroke him. He got hard and then popped the top button on my pants and put his hand inside to feel my dick. Of course I was already hard from the show, so he gave me a couple strokes and then pulled his hand out and licked his fingers. I had to put my hand in my pants to see if I was actually leaking precum or not. I wasn't, so I guessed that was all part of the show. Once it was done, Paul came over to ask if I liked it.

"Yeah of course, it was really hot. I almost creamed my pants when you fucked that other guy on stage."

"It was simulated, but still fun," he admitted. "You feel like getting together in the back?"

"Not tonight. I'm a little jet lagged from my trip, but maybe I'll come back tomorrow. Are you allowed to meet outside of here to fool around?"

"No. If I do that, I'd get fired." I handed him 20 euros as a tip for the show which he thanked me for and gave me a kiss. Yay, a kiss for 20 bucks. By the time I got laid I would have to take out a mortgage on the house. As soon as I turned him down he moved onto another guy. Then more guys came over to hit on me. This wasn't as much fun as I thought it would be. They were only hitting on me because I was a customer. The highlight was when the bartender said I was really cute and asked if I would like to work there. For a brief moment, and I do mean a brief moment, I actually considered it. Then I looked around at the other customers and realized the types of guys I would have to do. The rent boys were cute, but many of the customers were not. I finished my `free' drink and raced out of there. I felt dirty so I headed back to my hostel. They had a nice Irish pub on the main floor, and I decided to try and take in some local flavour. If you can call an Irish pub in Amsterdam local flavour. I ordered finger food and a beer and sat there watching people. At least here no one was hitting on me for money. I suppose that guys staying at hostels weren't exactly known for big bank accounts.

"Hi. Are you from Canada?" I looked up and a cute dark haired guy was smiling down at me.

"Yep," I answered.

"Me too. I noticed your shirt, so I thought I'd ask. Whereabouts are you from?"

"Vancouver," I told him.

"No way. Me too. Scott, but my friends call me Scotty," he said as he put out his hand. I shook it and invited him to sit down.

"Where in Vancouver?" I asked.

"Yaletown," he smiled. "You know it?"

"Duh, I'm in Kitsilano"

We talked for a while and I found that he was on vacation with a few friends and they were staying at the hostel as well, although they were in a dorm room together. He was a year older than me and his friends had headed out to a bar for the night, but he said he was trying to get up enough nerve to go over to a small gay club that he heard was close by. I brightened up at that and suggested we go together. We finished our drinks and I said I should just get changed first. We headed back up to my room so could I pick out some better clothes. Scott was already dressed nicely and smelled good too.

"I should just take a quick shower as I probably stink from the travelling." I stripped to my shorts and headed into the bathroom leaving the door open as usual. I had only been in the water for a couple of minutes when I heard Scott taking a piss.

"Sorry Justin, I had to take a leak. Beer just goes straight through me."

"Yeah I hear you there," I said from behind the shower curtain. "No big deal. I live with several guys so we're always sharing the bathrooms."

"Do you have a boyfriend back home?"

"Yep, but we have a pretty open relationship."

"Nice." There was a pause in our conversation and then the curtain opened and Scott was naked. He grabbed the soap from me and began to rub it on my back. I let him as I loved it when someone washed me, and I especially liked it when he rubbed the soap between my crack. That's all it took for my dick to get hard. Scott reached around with the soap and rubbed it all over my balls and cock getting it nice and slippery. Then his hands worked up and down my chest as he stood behind me. I could feel his hard cock poking at my ass crack. For a moment I thought he might try to fuck me.

"Well, it's true what they say, Canadians really ARE friendly," I giggled. I turned around and our cocks touched. Scott was grinning and his deep dark brown eyes really sparkled. Of course the dimple on his left cheek made him look so adorable that I just had to kiss him. That's all it took for us to make showering a secondary event. We hugged and kissed for a while before he dropped to his knees to lick my hard shaft and balls.

"Nice cock, Justin. I love it!" He took it into his mouth and expertly licked and sucked it all over. I was so horny that I almost gave him a mouthful of jizz. I pulled out and lifted him back up. He was only a couple inches shorter than me and his cock was about 7 inches uncut and really thick, so it looked much bigger.

"Don't make me cum yet. We have a whole night ahead of us." We finished showering, intermixed with a ton of kissing, before we dried off. I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top so we could kiss some more. As we lay there grinding our bodies together, he lifted his legs up and wrapped them around my back and locked them together. I smiled as it didn't take a genius to figure out what he wanted. I reached down to my pants and brought out the small bottle of lube I had. My cock was already poking at his hole, so it didn't require much to grease it up and insert myself into him. I was only about halfway in when he put a hand on my thigh to indicate I needed to slow down.

"Relax baby, you obviously need a nice fuck. Just breathe and let me go in the rest of the way." I continued to push forward and his eyebrows got closer together causing the frown lines to become more prominent. He still had his hand on my leg and was applying a little more pressure to try and stop my forward movement. I paused slightly and focused him on the kissing and deep tongue action. He relaxed and I pushed the rest of the way into him. His ass was super tight but smooth as a baby's. He moved his legs further up my back and clamped down tight as he repositioned himself.

"Fuck me," he moaned. I thrust in and out of him as if he were the only guy I'd ever been with. Each time I pulled back he followed me by lifting his ass up. I think he was worried that I might pull out. He was so into it, that by the time we were in rhythm together, we were sweating and panting heavily. He slammed hard against me as I thrust into him and I was sure I could feel every bone in his ass as I hit deep inside his hole. So much for waiting to cum until later...

"Oh, FUCK! I'm cumming! I hope your ass is big enough for gallons of cum, baby."

He grabbed my head and slammed our faces together as I unleashed a torrent of hot spunk into him. Even as I slowed down he kept lifting his ass to fuck himself on me just as hard. He was jerking off and it wasn't long before he blasted his own load all over us. I fell on him and could feel the slippery juice sandwiched between our chests. We rubbed back and forth as we kept kissing.

"I think we probably did that in the wrong order. Make a note. Sex first, shower second," he giggled.

"Next time...you're eating my ass and I wanna feel that big thick dick inside me," I grinned as we rolled apart and got up to have another shower. He stopped at the toilet and dumped the cum out of his ass first. After showering which included more kissing, we dressed and went over to the Cuckoo's nest. We even held hands as we walked. So far I'd had sex with two guys on this trip, both Canadians, both from Vancouver. What was the point of leaving home? I needed some spicy foreign meatballs!! The bar was small but packed. We bought a drink and found a seat in the back. I watched as several people went down the stairs near us and I asked Scott if he knew where they were going?

"No idea. Maybe there are more bars down there."

We went down to check it out and it was a dark labyrinth of sex. There were small rooms to make out in and a complex maze of walls. It was really dimly lit and I could barely make anything out. I jumped a few times when people grabbed me and tried to get their hands into my pants. Scott held onto me as we walked together.

"We should put our money into our socks," I whispered into his ear as I dragged him into a small room and closed the door. There were glory holes in the wall, but it gave us enough privacy to hide our money and I.D. in our socks and shoes. While we were in there we also kissed a bit before opening the door to head back out. We kept holding hands and the deeper we got into the maze, the darker it got. At one point someone reached out and touched my bulge, then popped my jeans and yanked my pants and underwear to my ankles. I was getting a blowjob and leaned in to tell Scott what was happening. He acknowledged that he was also naked from the waist down. Several more guys came up to us and I could feel hard cocks all around me. Someone was trying to get into my ass, but I moved away from him. Scott gripped my hand fiercely and I was holding on just about as tight.

"Let's get out of here," I whispered to him. We struggled to get our pants back up and go back to where the light was a bit better and the action a little less extreme.

"Holy shit!" I panted almost anxiously. "That's a butt load of horny guys. Kind of a bit intense."

"I'm glad you came with me. That would have been insane by myself," he smiled.

"No shit. I would have freaked out for sure."

We kept going up and down the stairs during the night to the darkroom as we got more adventurous and drunk. Lots of guys talked to us and everyone was very friendly. Some gave us hints about what to do in town and other great gay places, others just offered to take us downstairs and have sex. Scott and I stayed pretty close to each other all night, but once in a while one of us ran down by ourselves while the other stayed upstairs. Not a bad night, but I was exhausted and because you could smoke in certain places in the bar, my eyes were stinging. I liked the bars at home where you had to go outside and smoke. It seemed like a lot more people smoked here than at home, although I don't think they were only smoking cigarettes. I was drunk and I was sure a little stoned too by the time we staggered back to the hostel and went up to my room.

"Are you gonna be here tomorrow night? There's a bar that has underwear night. I think it might be fun to go, but my friends aren't into gay bars so if you're around, come get me."

"Sure. Sounds like fun." We kissed good night and I dropped into a coma on my bed. I think I slept for 12 hours before I awoke again. I needed a coffee and when I hit the restaurant downstairs what I got was some tar like substance that they said was coffee. The cup was the size of a shot glass. A helpful person beside me said that if I wanted a North American coffee I had to order an Americano. Figures. I wondered what would happen if I ordered a Canadiano coffee. I had breakfast and trotted my ass to the Centraal station as I remembered seeing a Starbucks in there. I had my `Americano' coffee and spent the rest of the day taking pictures and videos of all the fun things in Amsterdam. I liked the city, but it felt pretty dirty compared to home. Even the water looked brown in the Canals, although I did take a boat ride to see more. I went to Anne Frank's house but she wasn't home so I just wandered around and swiped her jewelry... kidding. I also went to the Hash/Marijuana/Hemp museum. I couldn't believe they had a whole museum for drugs. The Netherlandians, Netherlanders, Netherlandites...the people from the Netherlands had just changed the law to prevent tourists from smoking pot in the coffee shops that they were famous for. People told me that you used to be able to go in and order a joint and smoke it, but that it was now illegal unless you lived there. Figures that I'd miss that. Apparently if you are from the Netherlands you had a card to allow you to smoke pot. Alex has one of those.

I went to the diamond museum next as I figured I could buy Colin a nice present for our wedding, but they weren't selling anything, just polishing them. There was even a museum of Torture. A whole museum of things I could do to Myles. I took pictures and wrote down tons of stuff. I giggled inappropriately as I thought of putting my sub boy on some of the devices. A shitload of it was just cruel. Guess that's why they call it torture. I walked over to Vondelpaark which was nice, but at the end of the day it was just a park. I sat down to take a break and have a hot dog when a guy sat down beside me.

"goodenmorgen" which I figured meant good morning'. I said hi' back.

"You from America?" the young guy asked. He didn't look more than about 14 or 15.

"Canada," I told him.

"Are you looking for company?" he smiled.

He was definitely a cute kid, but I really was trying to have a tourist kind of day without sex. "No thanks," I told him politely.

"Could I have some money anyway please?" Well that was certainly direct.

"I don't have any. I just spent it on the hot dog and haven't been to a bank yet," I lied.

"I can show you where a bank is and then we could go have some fun and you could give me money." As he said `fun', he grabbed my crotch.

"No thanks buddy. I'm not really into that at all," I said, gently removing his hand.

"What are you into? I can get it for you. Drugs? Women, girls?"

"No, I'm good thank you," I told him getting a little annoyed at his inability to take no for an answer.

"I can give you blow job. Only 50 Euros."

I smiled at him. Maybe it was the language barrier, but it seemed like he understood English pretty well. The tour books warned about guys like this and to NEVER let them see that you had any money as they were amazing pickpockets. Fortunately I had all my stuff in a pouch inside my underwear as recommended and my daypack only had my camera and a bottle of water in it.

"No thanks, I don't need a blowjob."

"You should give me money anyway. I can be good guide while you are here. I show you my penis if you want." He was so cute, I actually wanted to see him naked, and the more he talked the hornier I was getting, but I knew that if I did something I would be paying for it. He looked really young and underage and since I didn't know the laws here, I didn't feel like spending the next 10 years in jail for picking up a kid.

"No thanks. I'm sorry buddy, I really have to go," I said as I stood up. He stood up with me.

"Please, I come with you? If I'm good guide, you can pay me, if I not, then you don't give me anything. Maybe just give me 10 Euros to buy lunch."

"How about if I buy you lunch instead of give you money?" Always a true test of their sincerity.

"No, not now as I want to be your guide."

"Thanks, I'm good."

"We go over to the toilets and do something quickly?" he persisted.

"How old are you?"

"13, but I'm 14 next month and big for my age. Plus I have a really nice penis for you." Jesus, 13. I would go to jail for life if I touched this boy.

"Sorry buddy, it's just not my thing and as much as I think you're a great guy and really cute, I really don't need a guide. I'm meeting my friends in an hour so I gotta get back." I reached into my pocket and pulled out all the change I had which was a 5 Euro note and about 6 Euros in coins. I gave it to him in hopes that he would go away.

"Thanks mister. You want to see my penis for this?"

"No, I don't. Just go get yourself something to eat. Nice to meet you." I headed off toward the tram station and the kid followed. Shit, he was like a puppy.

"If you give me another 20 Euros, I'll give you blowjob." Holy shit give it a rest, kid. I thought to myself.

"Sorry, I really don't have any more money."

"But you're a tourist, you have lots of money, and you want sex or you not come to Amsterdam. I can give sex for less money than girls or boys in windows or clubs."

"Dude, I'm sure you can, but you're 13 and that would be totally illegal. I'd go to jail. Not the way I want to spend my vacation."

"Well, you should give me money anyway as I could say that you had sex with me even if you don't. I can go and get police now."

I was starting to freak out a bit. This kid had moved from asking for sex and offering to be a tour guide, to blackmail. "What would it take to get rid of you?"

"50 Euros."

"How about 20, if I go to a bank to get it?"

"No, I want 50," he grinned.

"How about if I go to the cops and report you myself?"

"Sure. We could go," said the kid. "I run in and tell that you tried to rape me but I got away and you chase me."

This kid had balls, I'd give him that. I debated which would be the best approach, pay him or call his bluff.

"Kid, I'll tell you what. I'll give you 20 and you fuck off, or I'll keep standing here and call the cops. There are cameras everywhere that can prove I didn't do stuff with you, and your little scam will come to a stop when the cops arrest you."

"They don't care. Okay, give me 20 Euros and I leave. I still let you see my penis or give you blowjob if you want."

"I don't want," I said pretty annoyed and shaking a little. I reached into the little tiny pocket in my jeans and pulled out the folded 20 I had hidden in there as recommended, and handed it to the kid. He smiled and turned to walk away.

"Thanks mister," he said and turned back to face me. He lifted up his shirt and pushed his pants down to show me his body and cock. It really was as nice as he said it was. Impressive for a 13 year old. Maybe he wasn't trying to set me up, but he was a scary little shit. I'd hate to cross his path when he was 18. I walked quickly to the tram and once I was on board I let out a sigh of relief and was visibly shaking. From now on, I was staying in a crowded area. All I could think of was that I was going to go to jail. I raced back to the hostel and locked myself in my room and put a chair under the handle. I almost had a heart attack when someone knocked on my door and hour later.

"Who is it?" I yelled through the locked door, my heart pounding out of my chest.

"Scott," he yelled back. I sighed in huge relief and opened the door.

"Holy crap, what's wrong dude? You look like shit," he told me as I relocked the door and put the chair in place. I told him my story and he hugged me.

"I've heard that the local kids sometimes do that to tourists when they are by themselves. I don't think it's a lot of them, but I guess you found one. I think they just want money, not trouble, so you should be safe. I know what will make you feel better," he grinned "if you have 50 euros."

He giggled and I pushed him on the bed as we wrestled around. Scott yanked my pants down and took my cock into his mouth for a great blowjob. "That's my sampler," he grinned. Want to see what else I have on the menu for the 50 Euros?"

I nodded and he stripped the rest of my clothes off before taking his off. I looked at him and felt my cock twitch in anticipation. "I dunno dude, it seems like this might be used merchandise. I was hoping to get a bit more for my money."

"Turn over and lie on your stomach. I'm sure you'll find that new isn't necessarily the best. Sometimes vintage and experienced is better," he laughed as he got on top of me and I felt his thick cock rubbing up and down my ass crack. I really needed him right now. He was certainly helping me feel less anxious, even though I'd only know him for a few hours. He lubed up and pushed his thick cock inside. I let him melt on top of me and I just lay there almost half asleep as he fucked me deep and strong. It felt so great and comforting compared to the experienced I just had. He asked if I was ready for him to cum after about 10 minutes of making love to my ass, and I turned my head to kiss him as he shot inside me. As soon as he was done, he went to pull out, but I put my hand on his ass to hold him in place. He just lay on me and slowly moved his softening cock around until it finally popped out on its own.

"That was awesome. I actually came down to see if you want to join my friends and me for dinner. We're not going anywhere special but thought you might like to come along."

"Sure, that would be fun. Let's grab a quick shower."

We jumped off the bed and I had barely begun to get clean in the shower when Scott dropped to his knees and gave me another blowjob. I kinda liked this guy. I know what you're thinking...I like any guy who will have sex with me, which probably has a lot of truth in it, but there was something so casual and confident about him that I felt like I'd known him forever. It also helped that he was cute. We dressed and went up to his dorm to meet his friends. A few of the guys were just getting dressed and a couple were still walking around naked. That's the way I like to meet people.

"Where have you been Scotty?" asked one of the guys in a strong English accent. "Thought you were just going down to grab your new mate and come back."

"I did grab him, and then threw him on the bed and poked him a few times," he laughed.

"Great, now I'll never think of poking you the same way again," he grinned. "I'm Martin," he said reaching out to shake my hand.

"Justin," I said.

"That's Anton, Christoph, Darnell, Patrik, and Josh. The guys are from Germany, France, Switzerland, Australia, America, and of course I'm from England and you already know your fellow countryman. The girls have already gone downstairs, so we'll meet them later. They are from Italy, Greece and America."

"How did you guys meet each other?" I asked a little surprised that they weren't all Canadians.

"We were at the nude beach Olympics in Australia about 4 years ago and ended up becoming friends. We've been getting together once a year ever since," Scotty explained.

"So you were only 16?"

"Yeah, I was on vacation with my family and I met a local guy who took me to it. Tons of fun and I met a whole bunch of new people and we became friends."

"So I guess that explains why you guys are so comfortable naked around each other."

"Yeah, you should have come with us today. We were at Nieuwe Meer, which is a nude beach here. Normally we meet later in the year when it's warmer, but this was the only time we could get together. It's still a little cool, but in the trees and tall grass it's not too bad."

The guys dressed and we met the three girls in the bar downstairs. We had dinner at a nice restaurant and had a great time. This was why I wanted to take a trip like this. I was meeting a veritable United Nations of new friends. The group decided to go to Club Air and I agreed to go. Scotty said we could take off after a while and go over to Church later. As I was about to complain, he smiled and told me that it was a gay bar and they were having underwear night.

"That was close. I would rather stay at a straight bar than go to Church," I laughed. Club Air was massive and could easily rival The Slam'r for fun things to do. They had an automated bar which was awesome! Plus they even had lockers for all your personal stuff if you didn't want to carry it around with you. The music was incredible and thumping like a gay club.

After an hour, Scotty and I excused ourselves and headed over to Club Church which was a short tram ride away. Once we got there, we had to leave all our clothes at the coat check and get down to our underwear or naked. We had prepared ahead this time and put our money in our socks before we got to the club. It felt weird walking around in just our underwear in a club full of other guys. Many of them were naked, and like the other gay club it had a cruising area for sex, but it seemed that a lot of guys were being groped on the dance floor or having their shorts looked in by others. I saw one guy actually being fingered in the ass while dancing. This place smelled of sex and alcohol. It was fabulous. Scott and I got into the middle of the floor and danced to a few great tunes. On more than one occasion I was groped and had my shorts pulled down so that someone could see me naked. Scott was also having the same experience. I liked this better than the darkroom action of yesterday as I felt safer and way sexier. As I was getting another round for both of us, I saw someone I recognized at the end of the bar. Spencer and Parker were there, both in their underwear. I waved and caught Spencer's attention. He smiled and signed `hi'. I went and grabbed Scott and took him over to meet the guys.

"Scotty this is Spencer and Parker. They're also from Vancouver. They're both deaf so speak slowly and make sure they can see your lips," I explained hopefully helping. Then I almost spewed my drink all over the bar as he yelled slowly in a super loud voice.

"NICE TO MEET YOU, I'M SCOTT!"

"Dude, they're deaf. It doesn't matter how loud you yell."

He blushed and I signed to both guys. `He's Scott...gay.' I also tried to say that he was from Vancouver. For that I signed home and then tried to spell Vancouver. I was only a couple letters in and the guys understood. Thank god, or it would have taken me all night to finger spell it. Spencer had his phone in his cute white briefs and used it when he was talking to us. He moved it to his socks when we went to dance. I told him I thought that Parker was straight. He replied that he was but liked gay clubs. We all went to the dance floor and I remembered from Switched at Birth that the guys could feel the music vibrations. Awesome. I laughed when Parker had his underwear pulled down and quickly had to pull them back up, but at least I saw him naked. He didn't appear to be shy at all, he just didn't want to give the guys the wrong idea that he was on the market. Scotty and Spencer on the other hand were totally having fun checking each other out. I think Parker even rolled his eyes a few times as they pulled on each other's dicks. It was a great night and we all met lots of nice people. We learned that the club was open to 5am but we left around 2:30 to get back to our part of town. We walked the guys back to their hotel and hugged them good night. I think Scotty was a bit disappointed that he wasn't going to have sex with Spencer, but I reminded him that he could hook up with him once he got back home. They exchanged phone numbers. Somehow it seemed way easier to meet people when you were on vacation in a foreign country than it was to meet them at home. Scotty and I headed back to the hostel and were actually too tired to make out. I would have asked him to spend the night in my room but the beds were all singles. Strange. If I'd stayed in a regular hotel with a double or king bed, I would have had room for him, but then if I had stayed there, I wouldn't have met him in the first place.

I emailed Colin, Kyle and Troy to tell them about my adventure so far and went to sleep. In the morning, which was closer to noon, Scott texted me to ask if I was awake and to come up to his room. I dressed and made myself presentable without showering as I figured I could do it later, and headed up. I knocked and Christoph opened the door naked. He welcomed me in and everyone was naked. Even the girls were there au naturel.

"We are all heading over to Nieuwe Meer again if you want to go. It's just warm enough but if a wind comes up it might be a bit chilly."

"Sure, awesome. Just let me go and get a shower and grab my stuff."

"Dude, just shower here. I need one as well. We just got up so we're not going until we get cleaned up and have breakfast."

I figured everyone else was naked, so why not. I stripped and threw my stuff on Scotty's bed and went into the large dorm style bathroom. A few of the other guys were in the together so it was difficult not to pop a bone as I checked them out. I lost the battle when Scotty washed my back and ran the soap into my hole, so I turned to face the wall until I went down again. Scotty thought it was funny, and got both of us boned up again as we faced each other. Darnell laughed at us, so Scotty went over and soaped his dick, which had the required effect and he was soon sporting a nice erection as well. One thing I did notice was that all the guys were uncircumcised, except for me and Josh, the American. Once the other guys left the shower, Scotty grinned and dropped to his knees to give me a morning blowjob. It was a little exciting as anyone could walk in...which they did.

"Scotty likes blowjobs," Anton said in his strong German accent as he took the shower next to us. "He's good at it, ya?"

"Ya!" I smiled. Anton watched as he stroked his own dick to fully hard. Scotty took my load and then moved over to suck off Anton. Now it was my turn to watch.

"Are you gay?" I asked.

"No...horny," Anton replied and grinned. He gave Scotty his reward and quickly finished his shower. As we headed back into the bedroom, Scotty asked if Parker and Spencer might want to join us. I texted them and they excitedly said they would and agreed to meet us for brunch. I told the group about the guys and they were all looking forward to meeting them. This was the type of group that embraced differences and were totally comfortable around each other no matter what. I love that kind of person. Once everyone met finished eating, we took a bus to the park. We found a large open spot to spread out. They were right in saying that it was a little cool for suntanning, but body heat helped as we all lay close together, as did the natural protection from the shrubs surrounding us. Darnell, the Australian guy, and Patrik from Switzerland went on a walk with Jemma from Italy and Natalie from America. Parker and I joined in as well. We walked naked along the paved trail which felt weird as there were people on bikes riding by including kids, but no one seemed to care as they said hi or just ignored us. We cut into the bushes to walk the dirt trail along the length of the lake. That was by far the coldest with the breeze off the lake, so we all stayed closer together. I tried to learn more sign language from Parker, but I was having trouble as he talked so fast with is hands it looked a blur. Learning it was going to be a lot more difficult than I thought, but I wanted to keep trying. We got back to the group who were listening to music and having a few drinks. Scotty and Spencer were missing and the guys said they had gone off and pointed to the trees. I went to find them which didn't take long as they were making out not far away. Scotty was on his back with his legs wrapped around Spencer and was slowly being fucked. I smiled as I loved that position. I walked over and they waved at me in to join. I knelt down and fed my hardening cock to Scotty who greedily sucked on it. Spencer had me straddle Scotty and rimmed my ass. We played around for a while before heading back to the group. I made sure to ride Scotty's thick cock again before we did though. I loved it when Spencer pointed at Scotty's dimple and gave him thumbs up and then kissed him. As we lay around with the group, I invited them all to Vancouver one day and showed them our club's website. They seemed impressed, especially my two new gay friends. Scotty said he had actually been and loved it. He was so excited to learn that I was an owner of it that I was sure he was going to have sex with me again right there in front of everyone.

We took several group photos together with all of us in the nude. It was nice to just be this free with people. While I still wanted to line them all up and do each one of the guys, I was getting the hang of being naked around straight people. The day went by quickly and we headed back before the sun disappeared. That night I decided to branch out on my own for a bit and went bar hopping. Some were fetish clubs, others were just plain scary. I had more sex in the next six hours than in the past six months combined, and that's saying something. One thing I noticed though is that I felt absolutely used and filthy by the time I got back to the hostel. I had never felt that, but something about this place was making sex different. I got a text in the morning from Spencer and Parker to say they were leaving for Innsbruck, so I told them I would come over to say goodbye. I met them at the hotel and walked across the street to the train station with them. They hugged me goodbye and said they would stay in touch. I told them that I was probably going to leave the day after tomorrow and head for Frankfurt. We agreed to text each other when we left one city for another in case we were close enough to meet again, otherwise we would see each other at home and compare adventures. I had a real reason to learn more sign language now. I kissed Spencer the way only two gay guys can kiss. Parker and I just hugged, but it was a decent hug, not a straight guy type. I walked them to the tracks and waved goodbye as they took off. I decided to see more of Amsterdam so I went to a sex museum, the Van Gogh museum and a huge old church. I also took a tour of the Royal Palaces before heading back to the hostel. Scotty had slipped a note under my door asking if I wanted to go to dinner with the gang again. I texted him and told him I would love to go. I contacted the `Q' president to see if he was free tomorrow and he said that he'd loved to get together, so we made plans to meet for a late breakfast. After a nice meal with the group, Scotty and I spent the night at another gay club.

"It's so awesome that I met you. Normally I spend the whole week naked with the guys and only get to give a blowjob or two. It's nice that I can do something with another gay guy," he said once we got back to the hostel.

I agreed and we spent another hour making out in my bed again. The next day I met the Q' president, Roinar and his boyfriend Piotr. He said I could call them Roy and Peter if I wanted, but I tried to use their full names with the accents. I just had to practice rolling my R' like I was hocking a loogie. He said that they wanted to take me to show me other parts of the Netherlands that they thought I might like.

He had a car so we drove into the country where I was blown away by the difference over the city. I have never seen fields like that before. At home I was amazed by the fields of yellow and green, but here the fields looked like a pride quilt. Tulips were in rows and rows in fields and fields. All different colors and heights. I took tons of video and pictures as we drove.

"Oh my God, this is beautiful. I've never seen anything like it," I said in awe.

"Much better than the dirty city. A lot of tourists only see Amsterdam and do not appreciate the beauty of our country," said Piotr as we travelled farther away from civilization. We finally turned off the main road and down a gravel path. It was barely a road and as it dipped down a slight incline Roinar parked the car and we got out. He grabbed a pack and blanket and we walked back up the hill to a trail into the field. After about 10 minutes we came to a bit of a clearing and stopped.

"This is our favorite place when we want to get away from everything," Roinar explained. "Take a look around."

I looked and turned a complete circle. All I could see were Tulips in every color imaginable. They were all about 2 feet high and I was stunned. I didn't even know Tulips could grow that high. I felt like I was in the middle of a painting. This part of the Netherlands I really liked.

"Let's take some pictures," I said as I got my good camera out of the backpack. I took a few just of the various fields and then I had Piotr and Roinar stand together. Then they took pictures of me and finally a group shot. At some point the shirts came off and we posed together. They stretched out the blanket and we sat down and had a picnic with wine, cheese, meats and crackers. Surprisingly we didn't have sex, but I had an amazing time with them. After we had relaxed and enjoyed the picnic, we walked back to the car and the guys said they were going to show me something really cool. We went to Aalsmeer Auction house where they gather all the tulips and sell them to the whole world. I have never seen anything like it. The place was huge and flowers were everywhere. Normally tours only take place in the morning but Roinar knew a guy was authorized to show us around out of normal tour hours. He explained how the auction worked, and it was fascinating. Flowers were in, out and off around the world usually within 12 hours and no longer than 14. He said they sell approximately 20 million flowers per day. Holy shit. He told me that the building is in the Guiness book of records as the largest commercial building in the world, and was over 10 million square feet. Standing on the catwalk looking at it all, I could believe that. The smell was incredible. I have never had a true appreciation for flowers before, but after seeing them all constantly moving in this giant building and having a picnic in a field of them, I was going to take time to smell the roses from now on...or more precisely...stop to smell the tulips.

After I had taken a billion pictures, the guys took me to a real windmill. Not a tourist one, but a real one out in the country in some guys farm. Inside, it was all wooden gears and felt like I was in a Harry Potter movie. The big old gears were rotating slowly as the giant windmill turned in the breeze. This is why I wanted to travel. I could get sex anywhere and although it was fun with foreign guys, THIS was my true adventure. I was ready to write the Netherlands off as a dirty sex and drug place, but this made me want to come back again.

The guys drove back to the city and when I told them I was staying at the hostel, they seemed surprised.

"Why are you staying there? You should have called us, you could stay with us. We love company," Roinar said.

"I wanted to stay in hostels to get to know local people and just be able to do things when I wanted to. I didn't want anyone to feel obligated to look after me while I was touring," I explained.

"Silly! We love visitors and we would never feel obligated. Have you been to any of the gay clubs?"

"Yep, a few of them," I grinned. "As well as the sauna."

"Are you going tonight?"

"Probably, where do you recommend?"

"Tonight? Start at Bump and then after midnight, Club Fuxx is the place. We can take you if you want?"

"Sure, but you have to join me for dinner with the friends I met at the hostel. One guy is Scotty who's gay. The others are all straight."

I took them up to the big dorm where the group was milling around mainly in the nude. I introduced Roinar and Piotr to them. Scotty was thrilled to learn that they were gay as well and I invited him to the clubs with us. Of course he was happy to go.

The group began to get dressed for dinner and as they did, Roinar leaned over to whisper to me. "I thought you said they were all straight."

"They are. They're nudists though."

"Wow, the guys are hot. Too bad they're not gay or we wouldn't need to go out for dinner, we could just stay here."

"Don't tell Scotty that. He'd be more than happy to stay and have sex all night." Roinar and Piotr smiled at each other. Well that takes care of the plans for later I figured, and of course I was right. After the T-Dance at Bump featuring cool pop and disco music, we went to Club Fuxx which was a little more hardcore techno and house music with the required cruising area. I was loving that they all had darkrooms and we played together in there for a bit, but nothing too heavy. The guys asked Scotty and me back to their place afterwards and said they had invited a few friends over to meet us. We left around 2am and found that the few friends meant about 20, all horny and stoned. We met them all right...I met cocks and asses and lips and nipples and tongues. I had so much sex that I thought I might never walk again. I felt like a freak though as I was the only circumcised guy. Even my other Canadian friend was uncut. It didn't stop the guys from wanting it in their asses though. I didn't know it was possible to fuck that many guys in one night or take it up the ass that many times, or take it while giving it that many times. Whew. I was loving watching Scotty in his signature position on his back with legs wrapped around guys who were pounding him like a drum. He was sucking cocks at one end and being drilled at the other. I barely had time to watch as each time I stopped, I got stuffed myself. Damn, I thought I was horny. These Dutch boys were sex crazed machines sent from outer space to breed everyone. I wasn't complaining but I had more sex in the next several hours than I had at all my previous parties combined. Scotty and I spent the night at Piotr and Roinars and ended up in bed together. We were so tired we didn't do anything with each other except sleep for 12 hours. Of course once we woke up we had to be kind to each other and 69 our morning woodies away.

"Now that was a night to fucking remember!" Scotty grinned. "I'm so glad I met you. I hope we can have fun like this back in Vancouver."

"You can count on it. I get called a slut all the time, but compared to these guys, I think I might be more of a prude," I giggled as we kissed. We stumbled to the shower and helped each other clean ourselves. I had so much cum in me I think I gained 5 lbs. Roinar and Piotr were already up and we had coffee with them. Actually we had road tar with them as we felt it might be impolite to ask for an Americano. They gave us a ride back to the hostel and said they'd meet me in Kansas City later in the year. Scotty asked why we were going to Kansas City and I just told him we were both going to a conference there, which seemed to satisfy him.

I told Scotty that I was heading out tomorrow. He was disappointed, but understood. He spent the day with his friends and I took another look around the city getting more pictures and visiting some of the other museums and sex shops in back streets and alleys. I made a special point of going to a flower shop and arranging to send the guys tulips. I sent bouquets to each of them. That night Scotty and I hung out at Church club again as we both liked that one. At one point we even stripped off our underwear and danced naked. Once the night was done, I asked Scotty to spend the night in my room even though the bed was a little small for both of us. We didn't actually do much sleeping, and when we finally passed out, we were tightly wrapped around each other anyway. In the morning after our shower, he sat and talked as I packed my stuff. He went with me to the train station and we agreed to meet up in Vancouver after I got home. I couldn't wait for him to meet all the guys. I'm sure they'd love him. We kissed goodbye and I boarded the train for Frankfurt. I had a 4 hour train ride so I made myself comfortable, emailed some pictures home and told the guys what I had been up to. Then I decided to read some of Kyle's journal which would pass some of the time.

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