Bathhouse Experience (The God of Amsterdam)

Bathhouse Experience (The God of Amsterdam)

Hi, I’m Michael.  And I had this really hot experience on a vacation trip to Europe a few months ago.  I still think about it – and him – all the time.

I won’t spend forever telling you all the background; I just want to bring you with me into Sauna NZ and let you experience that phenomenal fuck right along with me.  So I’ll try to make this part relatively quick:

I’m age 22, Armenian-American. I’m from Watertown, Massachusetts, just outside Boston.  I’m six feet tall, muscular body, Mediterranean/Middle Eastern looks, with dark hair and deep brown eyes.  I’m not like a magazine model or anything, but I’m kind of handsome, and I have a nice solid dick that I know how to use.  People tend to assume I’m straight when they meet me, but I’m most definitely into guys. I came out a few years ago, at age 19. 

In college here in Boston, my friends and I just graduated half a year ago, in May 2017.  College was a mostly great time – good friends, tough classes and a generous amount of sex once I figured out who and what I like.  But also, for me, some financial challenges and stress.  I come from a large family on a super-tight budget.

My gay best friend Darren from college is the one who made this trip possible.  His parents are wealthy and he just adores me, so, as a graduation present he got his parents to use a bunch of frequent flyer miles to pay for a vacation for him and me both.  Reykjavik, Iceland for 3 days – and then Amsterdam, for 3 more.  Darren’s folks paid for almost everything, and I was (and still am) so grateful, because the whole trip was just amazing.  I had never been to Europe before.

It got interesting between me and Darren, because we started to get sexual on Night #2 of the trip, in our cozy little hotel room in Reykjavik.  I couldn’t help it, I was feeling excited and turned on and happy about everything, and feeling more affection than usual for my best buddy.  Darren’s a cute boy, with his curly light brown hair and bright blue eyes and a nice smile and a round bubble butt – but somehow we landed in the “friend zone” socially, you know what I mean? We got very close on that level, and I never messed around with him these past three years. 

But here we were, together all alone in Iceland.. and before I knew it we were spooning in bed at 2am and I was rock hard and pressing it along Darren’s butt and… well, long story short, he brought out the lube. Minutes later I was fucking him deep and kissing his neck and he was going “ohh fuck, yeah, Michael… ohh!” and that butt just felt so perfect with me inside it, plowing away, it was fucking great and I just unloaded inside him.  And then we took a shower together, and we slept so fucking good after that.

Friendship? Love? What is this, now?  We didn’t think or talk too much about it, we just went with it.  Fun vacation stuff all day, and then I fucked Darren at night and we went to sleep all cuddled up together.  One of those times, we actually got versatile and he fucked me too, which surprised me because Darren goes around calling himself a “Total Bottom Boy” and I’m mostly a top.  But I was impressed, he gave it to me pretty good.

Amsterdam was even more fun than Iceland.  On the first night, Friday night, we brought a local boy back to our room from the 18+ nightclub. He was one of those gorgeous young Dutch guys: very tall, friendly, sweet, he could speak English well enough… and so hard and horny!  It was like a Bel Ami porn scene come to life.  I was too drunk from overdoing it at the club, and so I couldn’t get my dick hard enough to really participate... but it was hot just laying back and watching that long tall sexy Dutch boy fuck Darren's cute butt in just about every position you could think of.  As soon as it was over, the Dutch boy planted hungry wet cigarette-tasting kisses on both our lips, scooped up his clothes, threw them back onto his body in just a few seconds – and he left.

I looked at Darren, incredulous – “Did that all just happen?”  Darren was just laying there naked and dazed on the bed, his hair all messed up, his body breathing heavy… and then he murmured, “My throbbing ass can testify that it definitely, DEFINITELY happened.”  Then that ass of his let out the loudest, sloppiest, cum-filled post-coital fart you can imagine, and we both just cracked up laughing and laughing non-stop for a whole minute.

“Filthy Pig!!” I yelled at him, in the middle of our laughter. 

He just said “Finally, someone gets my name right.” 

I love Darren so much.  I don’t think anyone else in the world can make me laugh as much as he can.

We had a flight back to Boston on Sunday evening, the night before the Labor Day holiday (September 4).  So we wanted to make the last couple of days really count.  But Saturday night we spent too long in a “coffeeshop” and got excessively stoned, and we just cuddled in bed all night in that state of mind, cozy under the covers, half-sleeping and half-stoned, warm and snug, me and Darren.  And then when we woke up very late on Sunday morning, it was pouring rain outside.

The bathhouse was Darren’s idea.  Apparently it was always on his list as a possibility, and now was the moment.  He said: “It’s called Sauna NZ. We’re here, we’re queer, we’re gonna leave this city in 8 hours, and I can't think of a better thing to do, in Amsterdam in the rain.”  So we went out for a quick breakfast of fruit smoothies a block from the hotel – Darren blocked me from eating a big plate of eggs and potatoes. He said, “Trust a bottom who knows what he’s talking about: you want to eat light today, because where we’re going, you want to be ready for anything.”  I laughed – but I did what he said. Then we came back to our hotel room, took turns in the bathroom getting all fresh and ready and all that stuff, and off we went to a place named Sauna NZ.

I had no idea what to expect.  Darren had more of an idea, because he’s been to quite a few sex parties and he consumes a lot more porn than I do.  I just hoped it wouldn’t be the two of us surrounded by 60 year olds. 

It’s an understatement to say that I didn’t have to worry.  There were all types of guys there, and yeah, some were older and it was a mixed bag of attractiveness.  But, good God, there was a lot of sexy stuff in that mixed bag; there was some serious Male Hotness hanging out at Sauna NZ. Hunky men, cute boys (legal, I mean; you had to be 18+ to enter), mostly Euro/white but some from other parts of the world as well... all roaming around horny and naked or near-naked.  My dick started to thicken and grow, between my legs.  “Fuck yeah, I think I like it here,” I thought.  And I just knew that this rainy afternoon in Amsterdam would be one I’d remember for a long time afterward.

I wasn’t sure if Darren and me were going to stick together like a couple or split up, but right away he said “We’re probably gonna separate, so, meet me in the changing room at 4:15pm and that’s our fallback plan.”  

Then before I knew it, just minutes later Darren was getting all friendly with a most handsome-looking muscular Black guy… and off they went. 

Ok then!  I guess it’s just me, Michael, on the loose.  Ready to do whatever – and whomever – I feel like doing.

I took a look at myself in the mirror.  This place had nice lighting and I looked unusually good in here.  I’d been working out with weights consistently for a few years now, and my Armenian skin turns a rich golden-brown in the summer sun.  The Michael who looked back into my eyes, as I stood before the mirror, looked like a hot, seductive, young Middle Eastern man. Some muscular young hunk from what's now called Iran, or Turkey, or some place near there.  The land of my ancestors.

I noticed a few cute younger guys, Dutch/Euro-looking, and I thought, damn, I would be down to fuck any of them.  Then I noticed this buzz-bald French looking bodybuilder with huge smooth muscles all over him and an enormous uncut cock swinging between his legs.  Then I… well I’ll skip the long list; the point is, I was the proverbial kid in a candy store, and I was ready to go for a hardcore sugar high.

Then I saw him.  This gorgeous 6-foot-4 (193 cm) man around age 30 with “classic Dutch” good looks – thick shaggy blond hair and a strong, handsome face with high cheekbones and a masculine jaw covered with just a hint of golden-blond stubble.  He walked right past me and I looked up at him in admiration, and our eyes connected for a long two seconds.  I turned as he passed, wearing only a towel around his hips like most of the rest of us, and I admired his broad shoulders and perfect “V” back shape and his long strong legs as he kept walking down the hall.  I was stunned. I don’t know what I’d even do if I had the chance to get with a man like that.  It was like he was visiting us all from another planet.  A planet of the fucking gods.  And in my mind, I nicknamed him “the God of Amsterdam”.  

The layout of Sauna NZ was interesting, I’d never been in a place like it before.  There was a bar that was social, like, men actually talking and stuff.  And there were sauna and sex spaces where lots of guys were roaming and checking each other out and stroking their dicks, and in some of those spaces much more sexual activity was going on. Then there were some private rooms – but I wasn’t sure how that worked if you wanted one, and Darren had disappeared on me. 

So I walked around, and I ended up in the main sauna playing with a cute boy, kissing and stroking each other’s dick in the sweaty steamy heat… and then the tall blond God of Amsterdam walked in, and he came right up next to us. There he was, this long strong gorgeous beast looking down at the two of us with a smile.  His alive, animal beauty was so intense up close. My heart started thumping a little stronger in my chest.  The God of Amsterdam gave me a little smile and a wink, and he walked back out.

Well, I sometimes miss clues in life, but there was no missing this one.  I knew I was supposed to follow him!

I excused myself from the young boy I was making out with, and I went off down the hall in search of this 6 foot 4 gorgeous blond man.  Finally I found him in the locker room, naked except for the towel around his hips.  His broad V-shaped back and strong shoulders were spread before me as he pulled a black bag out of his locker.  He unzipped it and took out a large plastic bottle of some Gatorade-type drink, light blue liquid with funny-looking Dutch language on the bottle.  I moved closer to him and he turned and saw me and smiled that broad handsome smile again.  I looked up into his deep-set blue eyes, and I just nodded politely and smiled back. 

Still no words spoken between us, the God of Amsterdam motioned to the Dutch-language sports drink he was gulping down, and he offered me some.  I smiled and took it and drank some, stepping closer to this gorgeous half-naked man.  Then I gave the bottle back to him, with a nod of thanks.  I was standing so fucking tall, to look up into his handsome face as he towered above me.  And I swear, in that precise moment, my butthole *twitched*.  I am usually a top but something deep and primal inside me was calling out, howling like a wolf: FUCK ME.

The God of Amsterdam knew it.  Right there in the locker room, with other men around, he dropped his towel and showed me a beautiful thick long uncircumcised dick, mostly hard.  It looked real juicy and suckable.  He tugged at my own towel around my waist and it fell to the floor, the two of us standing naked face to face. And his cock, sticking straight out at me, pressed its head gently against my belly. Again my butthole made this throbbing, hungry little squeeze sensation that traveled from there, tingling and buzzing, right up my spine.  Good god.  Never before had I wanted it so bad as this.

He tilted his head quick to one side, grinning, as if to say “follow me.”  And he crouched down quick to the floor, picked up our two towels, then his other hand took mine and held it, and the God of Amsterdam led me out of the locker room and down the hall.  Both of us buck naked and getting a lot of looks from men, as we passed them.

He led me into a large wooden sauna that had four or five other guys already in it, three of them stroking their cocks.  It was very warm but not too hot, and it smelled of cedarwood and eucalyptus oil and the fresh sweat of the men.  My dick was rock hard at this point.   The God of Amsterdam sat his long sexy body down on a wooden bench, and I was about to sit next to him when instead he guided me with his hands.  He guided me to remain standing, to turn around... and to back up, putting my strong round furry butt right in his face.  Oh, WOW.

With all the other men watching, I fucking lost my mind, standing there bold naked as the God of Amsterdam spread my hairy butt cheeks apart. He went for it, putting his warm wet hungry tongue way up inside my asshole and licking, and licking, and licking.  My knees almost buckled from how fucking great it felt.  One of his hands reached around and played gently with my big hard cock as his face kept nuzzling and licking and tasting my hot sweaty hungry ass.  My eyes were half closed in delirium, and I could feel the men around us staring at me intensely as they stroked their cocks.  I had never put on a show like this before, being sexual in front of other men, and the feeling was a thrill that shot right through me. 

Then he pulled his face out from my ass, and a moment later I heard a soft “click” sound, and I glanced behind me.  The God of Amsterdam had been offered a bottle of lube from one of the men jacking off around us, and he was now helping himself to it generously.  He slathered lube up and down and all over his long hard gleaming cock.  My heart began to beat faster, and my skin felt so alive all over, bathed in anticipation and sweat before we’d even started.  He gently pulled me to him and guided my hips, finding my hole with his hands and his dick… and then he pushed and, fuck, the head of his dick was in me.  Sliding gently… inch… by… inch… moving into me.  Oh fuck, it felt so THICK.  I wasn’t sure if I could take it, but I damn sure was ready to try my best.

He moved slowly, fucking me gently with just the last few inches of his cock.   Three more men had come into the sauna and now the whole crowd was watching us.  The God of Amsterdam held me from behind as he fucked me deeper – oh WOW! Much more intense, some pain but mostly just so BIG and really, really good.  He pulled me closer back onto him, his long strong arms snaking around and holding my whole body in place as he fucked me.

I wanted to turn around and look into that handsome face as he fucked me, and that’s what I did.  With his warm thick dick still thrusting up into me nonstop, I held onto his strong thick shoulders and slowly rotated my body, limb by limb, swinging around until I was sitting all the way down on that cock.  And now I was gazing directly into the handsome face of this God-man as he kept on fucking me.  He was so tall that I only had to bend down a little for us to be locked in a face to face stare of lust and intensity, his face flushed with heat and color and framed with sweaty blond hair.  Our eyes, his so blue and mine deep dark brown, stayed locked onto one another in the sweaty heat. I could feel his hot breath rising up into my face as his dick kept throwing deeper strokes up into me. 

Taking his fuck more and more, deeper and still deeper, I began to moan softly.  I leaned in and kissed him on the lips.  He moaned “rrrmmmm…” and kissed me back just as hungrily as his hips began to really power-fuck me, slamming upward as deep as he could go.  My body was bouncing up and down uncontrollably as he held me and fucked me.  It was so intense we really couldn’t kiss any longer, because I was riding the God of Amsterdam up and down like a fucking horse.  His strong two hands could barely hold onto me, because my entire back and shoulders were drenched in slippery, fresh sweat.  The air was thick with heat and lust and the smell of wood as he fucked my hungry, throbbing hole so deep and strong.

I heard a man near us cry out, and as I twisted my neck around and looked, a handsome young smooth-bodied guy sitting across from us was losing control, huge spurts of semen shooting up in the air from his cock and landing back down on his thigh and the floor around his feet.  All the while, the God of Amsterdam kept on fucking me and I kept on riding that thick strong dick of his.  Moments later another man started breathing heavy and growling, and he came too, just as hard.  We just kept on fucking, me and the God, the two of us merged like one, and it felt so fucking primal and fantastic and hot and sweat-drenched, and I never wanted it to end.

Then he stopped, his dick buried deep to the hilt inside me.  And he guided me down to the floor.  I could feel now that I’d been getting overheated, my heart was racing and my head getting light and my whole body dripping wet.  The God of Amsterdam, still deep in me, slowly lifted my strong thick legs up into the air and took me in missionary position right there on the sauna floor.  He kept on fucking me just as deep, and it felt good to be down there on the floor, me against the wood with this phenomenal man on top of me, his cock plunging again and again deep inside me.  Heat rises, and the air was comfortable way down here on the floor, and I was grateful for it compared to the thick hot air that surrounded me and filled my lungs earlier, when I was sitting upright riding on his dick.   

The God of Amsterdam held me down in missionary, my legs up in the air, and he was fucking me even stronger now, SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! rocking my whole body with force. Every stroke of that cock was plowing me open like never before, a crazy sensation, like his dick was forcibly rearranging the inside of me and I was loving it, wanting it.  I began to make low, moaning, wild and wordless sounds as he fucked me into a state of stupidity and bliss. 

My eyes looked up into his face, clenched in intensity, as he power fucked me on that warm wood floor with ten or twelve men all watching us, many of them jacking off in lustful concentration.  I could feel energy rising in him, and my whole body was crying out with longing for him to do it, to cum, really CUM inside me.  He reached down with one of his hands and began to stroke my hard and dripping cock.  It didn’t take long – within just a minute or two I went soaring into orgasm, gasping, howling, cumming so hard that some of it splashed right up across my forehead and eye. 

And he knew what he was doing, timing wise, because he never stopped fucking me, that big thick dick kept on going WHAM! SLAM! SLAM! up into me as I came, and just an instant later he let forth a big growling sound and I could feel his body tensing, surging, and he fucked me even deeper and longer, gasping for breath, then suddenly he stayed way deep in me, his body convulsing and towering over me. I could feel his cum spreading inside me, like a warm glowing sensation.  Our bodies rose and fell, breathing hard in rhythm together. Then he lay his full weight on me, holding me down, kissing and gently biting my ear and neck. 

And with the crowd of men still around us, some of them still jacking furiously, the God of Amsterdam just kept holding me down, his dick still hard inside me, his hips gently thrusting it in and out, and both of us breathing hard and absolutely drenched in each other’s sweat.  And he pressed his pelvis harder against me, sliding that warm perfect dick of his all the way deep in, as into me as he could get it.  Fuck, it still felt so good.  I reached up and wrapped my arms around his long hot sweaty body.   He bent his face down to mine and sensually licked my cum up from my forehead and eyebrow. I didn’t want this to ever end.

And I nuzzled my face up into his shoulder and neck, tasting his warm salty-wet skin on my tongue and lips… and I kissed his ear and spoke my first words to him.  I tried to use simple words, anticipating the language barrier between us.  I said, “You are a beautiful man. My name is Michael. I am from Boston, in the United States.” I paused and then added, “… America.”  Then I realized a second later, how stupid that must have sounded.

Then his deep-set blue eyes looked down into mine, and that gorgeous face of his spread out into a sexy smile. And I felt his big dick still inside me, and the rough stubble of his jaw against my neck and ear, as he said, laughing softly in a low voice – and an accent very familiar to me:

“Well, how about that.  I’m Dave… from Kansas City.”