The last time I visited Amsterdam, smoking was still permissible in the downstairs cruising area of The Cuckoos Nest. For those unfamiliar, it is one of many gay bars in the city, and perhaps the closest one to Centraal Station. When I lived in The Netherlands years ago, it was one of my favorite spots to cruise for cock…and I never left disappointed.
Other than the smoking rules changing, everything else was still the same. Likely, some of the same guys hanging out there from over ten years ago.
Well, after years out of practice, I decided to get my cruising game back in gear. It was like a riding a bicycle, and in Amsterdam, that’s a very good thing! After a good clean out, I wore a slutty jockstrap, some short shorts and a barely there tank top to show up my tight physique. I’ve been hitting the weights pretty hard in recent years and always welcome the opportunity to show off the results.
I knew the Nest would be quite busy as Amsterdam was hosting this year’s World Pride and there gays from near and far flocking to the city. On that particular Friday afternoon, the bar was somewhat crowded and it took some time to get a cold Heineken in my hands.
As soon as I descended down the stairs I smelt the poppers aroma in the air. I smiled to the sweet memories of yesteryear and when I landed over by the small TV playing gay porn, I welcomed the familiarity. For downstairs was where there were at least a dozen play cabins and a small dark room. Men walked and lingered. Some with no intention to hook up, but most looking for some fun.
I’d argue I probably had sex in every one of those cabins years ago and many times in the dark room. Some of those hook-up’s were quite memorable, some, forgettable. I found an open cabin towards the back and pulled my tank top off and hung it over the door. I stood in the doorway and watched men of all ages, colors, and sizes walk past me.
I waited patiently to find one man who I wanted to play with and who wanted to play with me. Sure enough, a tall Dutch man, nearly 50yo, blonde, blue-eyed, winked at me and I smiled back. He placed his hand over his crotch and squeezed, and I smiled even wider this time and invited him in.
I closed the door behind us and introduced myself.
“You’re American! I love to fuck American men, they are always so greedy for Dutch cock”, he said enthusiastically.
“Yes, I used to live here, I enjoy Dutch cock quite a lot”, I said.
“Well, show me.”
Lars was 6’6” to my 6’. His size 13 or 14 feet (US) were huge compared to my size 10.5. I expected to see a huge uncut cock dangling before my eyes and my expectations were not only met, they were surpassed. A fat, thick and long shlong of at least nine inches soft fell out of Lars’s black briefs and I immediately dropped to my knees to worship every single inch! First I inhaled deeply. There was a mess of thick light brown hair that gave off the most intoxicating scent that filled my nose. It was better than poppers!
Once I opened my mouth and took that fat sausage inside, I tasted a little piss, which didn’t bother me.
I stopped only momentarily to comment, “lekker” (tasty), I said as I slurped away. As that cock hardened and thickened, my tongue did everything possible to work the foreskin. Nice inches turned into almost twelve in a matter of minutes. Lars was a big man in every way! He was doing everything he could to dislodge my jaw so I could swallow as much cock as I could. I was choking on it and made many attempts to deep throat. There was no doubt if anyone was walking by the locked cabin door that there was a bottom struggling to swallow a big dick by the sounds I was making.
Eventually, Lars pulled me up from his cock.
“You going to let me fuck your ass, American boy?”
“Yes, please.”
Lars fished for a small tube of lube he had in his shorts pocket and smothered his cock with it. Then he dabbed some on his fingers and placed them in my butt. His fingers were long and thicker than most. I flinched a little bit from the sudden intrusion but I was facing the wall so Lars didn’t notice.
I placed my hands on the wall, palms flat, and bent over, presenting my ass to Lars who took a moment to admire it.
“Nice ass. I’m going to enjoy fucking you.”, he said.
I heard the wetness of his cock as he stroked it and lined it up to my ass ring. With a slight push he breached me, his ginormous cock head popped inside and there was an initial searing pain that shot through me. I took a couple of deep breaths and pushed out and allowed Lars inside until I’d taken all of it. I felt so fully stuffed inside. It had been quite some time since I’d been fucked by a cock this big.
Lars’s hands took hold of my waist on either side and started a slow-paced fucking. It felt wonderful feeling the sensitive folds of my asshole come alive. Slow in, slow out, slow in, slow out…there was no doubt Lars was just warming up, gradually opening my hole until I was taking every inch of him easily.
“Oh fuck, your cock is so big!”, I turned around and shouted.
“Yes, I know! You like it?”
“Oh ja!” I said
Lars began to slam his big dick inside me and every stoke was harder than the last. I held on for dear life as he continued to pound out my hole and the sound of his flesh against mine was echoing in our tiny space.
Before long I was groaning, a deep bellow, Lars was hitting my p-spot hard and I was loving it. But it was Lars who fucked himself to orgasm using my butt hole to its fullest to get himself there. Deep, loud grunts were heard as he emptied his balls in my cum bucket.
I spun around to clean off his cock with my mouth once again exclaiming “lekker”, in a post-fuck haze.
Lars smiled, smacked my freshly fucked ass, and said, “maybe I fuck you again before you leave. Where are you staying?”.
I provided Lars with my contact details before we kissed good-bye. I unlatched the door and he was on his way.
There were three men standing just outside the door that saw me there with my jockstrap on and my pants down to my ankles. Once Lars was a few footsteps away, one of them entered and shut the door.
When I’m in heat, suddenly, my standards are that I have none. I’ll let any penis-having person have a go at my ass. Turns out this guy wasn’t at all too bad looking, a little on the heavy side. He appeared of middle eastern descent based on his facial features and body hair. His shirt buttons were almost completely undone and his chest hair was very thick and plentiful.
Maybe he didn’t speak English, who knows? But he pushed down on the center of my back and I reached back to open my freshly fucked hole. I heard him stroking himself a bit before he spit on his hand and attempted to enter me. After a few seconds of searching for my hole, he did find it and man, he was thick, beer can thick, but maybe six inches in length. I wasn’t complaining, I always enjoy a good hole stretch.
With my sloppy hole, this stranger was fucking me easily, sliding his thick cock in and out. He pulled my hips back and was like a jack rabbit, humping hard and fast. I knew he wasn’t going to last long. He was quiet until the very last thrust when he let out a soft cry of release, or relief, burying his cock inside me, injecting me with my second cum load of the day. His balls must have been full because when he pulled out, there was a big gush that dripped to the filthy floor.
He was fast to zip up and leave and once again my ass was open to anyone who wanted it. I recognized one of the men who was standing there after Lars fucked me. He looked Dutch, blonde, tallish, husky, dark eyes, in his 40’s. He looked at me with a knowing glare, like he knew I was taking loads in that little booth.
I nodded my head to invite him inside and after a shoulder shrug as if to say “why not?”, he took steps in my direction and locked the door behind him.
“You have been busy, no?”, he said in a thick accent, definitely Dutch.
“Ja”, I said.
“You want another cock in your ass?”
“Ja”
“Make me hard and I’ll fuck you.”, he said.
I know I’ve got some serious oral skills so I put them to good use. An above average seven or so stood before me in no time. I assumed the position and this guy slid right into the cummy slop.
What made this somewhat ordinary fuck different than the others was that this man was a hit if an exhibitionist. He cracked open the booth door and within a second a hand reached out to open it wide. There were two men there watching me take it up the ass. My fucker then maneuvered me around so his back was to the wall, and my mouth was facing the open door, just waiting for an available cock to use it. A third guy came into view and once he saw the other two onlookers were just watching, he pulled out his cock and he stuffed it down my throat. I just love taking it at both ends. The guy using my ass pushed my head down on the cock feeding me and I felt like a true slut. A sleazy whore in a sleazy bar, in this sleazy booth, being completely used while being watched. It was so degrading and I truly loved it.
One hard slap to my ass thundered down and I swear I almost bit the cock in my mouth, but I didn’t. That was the sign that my fucker was about to cum and he gave me a good load indeed. He pulled out, then turned me around so the guy that was fucking my face could now fuck my used hole. He stuck around and watched me take my fourth load in a row!
Once both men cleared out I decided to head back upstairs for another beer. My hole was so wet and I could feel a giant wet spot in the back of my shorts, but I was already so immoral, who cared, right?
Everyone upstairs would know what I was up to, that’s for sure.
When I was paying for the beer. Some dark haired guy, probably around 40 or so with a German accent asked me if I was having fun. I told him I was. He asked how many guys fucked me. I told him four.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“You like to get fucked?”
“I do”
“I’m here from Hamburg. I have to catch my train in an hour. Want another load?”
“Yes”
He followed me downstairs and we took the first open booth we could find. There was no further discussion. This German guy was very good looking, probably the most attractive man I’d been with at this point. He pulled off his shirt revealing a nice chest with soft dark hair in all the spots, pecs, treasure trail, etc. Then he undid the string of his shorts and pulled them off completely, briefs, too. Completely naked, except his shoes. His cock was fully erect. It was a good eight, uncut, thinner than I would have liked, but that’s ok. He pulled me in for a kiss on the mouth and frenched me. Then his hand explored under the waistband of my shorts until a finger drilled for cum right inside my hole.
He pulled out and that finger was smothered in gooey cum. He placed it into my mouth and I sucked it off. Then he yanked my shorts down my thighs and turned me around. His arm wrapped around my neck and his cock entered me. He fucked me standing upright, resting his head on my shoulder. I could hear him grunting, breathing hard, his cock sliding in and out in a pool of other men’s cum. I felt like a CumSlut model. His hips slammed against me, enduring his cock was buried up my ass. His grip grew tighter around my neck, his forearm pressing down, cutting off some air, but not to the point where I couldn’t breathe. This guy must have been crying out in German preparing for his climax, but right when he was about to cum, that’s when his forearm squeezed even tighter and he yelled out, “take my cum American faggot!”, and filled me full of German jizz.
I never saw a man dress so quickly.
“Sorry I have to catch my train.”
He gave me a little peck on the cheek and flew out the door.
I had five loads at this point. It was still quite busy, but I wanted to take things to the next level of depravity. I fumbled my way into the dark room where I pulled my shorts down, bent over, and hugged the wall in front of me. It was so dark, I’d never see who was fucking me if I were to be so lucky.
Well, I was lucky. Three random men in thirty minutes. Nice cocks, but I really couldn’t describe any of them because I never saw them. They were there to dump loads in a willing hole, and I let them. I loved the anonymity of it. Eight loads was a great haul for 2 hours.
I decided to leave the Cuckoos Nest and walk around the corner to what used to be called The Web. I’ll write about that in part two.
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