Weekend Away with the Boys

Our names are Charles and Tom this is our story of our weekend away with the boys to Amsterdam; it all started with our usual Friday night pub meet in the centre of Manchester without wife's or girlfriends; it was our night, free of ties.

We were having a heated discussion about nothing of importance, as one does on Friday nights. This time was what we would do if we could get away from wives and girlfriends for a weekend. Tom the youngest and quietest member of our debating society said. Let's all go to Amsterdam; he had a friend Paul, a travel agent, who could arrange it.

Ok we will was the unanimous reply, in the end only six out the group went. We all agreed who would share rooms. I won Tom, didn't really know him, he was in some sort of art job. Bit effeminate in looks and mannerisms.

Friday arrived we all boarded the afternoon flight to Schiphol; it was a good flight; few drinks and good banter on board. We all arrived in Amsterdam Centraal station. Walked in the direction of Dam Square, following the crowd, for about 15 minutes or so, our hotel was just off Dam Square. We found it, looked ok, and we all checked in without a hitch. We had three double rooms; problem, although they were all presentable all had small double beds; between six guys.

Tom the youngest and our travel arranger was sent down to sort it out with reception; no single bedded rooms, no call for it; he asked; do you normally have two guys sharing a bed. Yes always. Tom reported back; total silence; a lone voice piped up and you better not be thinking of that, looks were exchanged. I was to share with Tom, at least not with one of the two bears that had agreed to share together.

We all went out together that night and toured the red light areas, did the usual stuff British tourists do, visit a hemp café. We think; but were all more relaxed when we left. Found a bar with a 'on the floor sex show' which hyped us up again about our sleeping arrangements. A mixture of Dutch and Belgium beers helped relax us. It was about two in the morning when we left the bar; without a care in the world.

We went to our rooms. Tom got undressed, he said he slept naked was that a problem? Tom was actually quite a nice looking guy, smooth skin, well sculptured body, longish blond hair. I kept my designer micro bikini type underwear on, but could feel pressure building from within them; pop out was possible. We both lay on the bed, which was small, back to back, touching. Tom wriggled as he settled in; pop out was now a distinct possibility. We both drifted off quickly; latent effect of the evenings drinking.

Morning arrived, I woke up with someone, Tom, pressing up against my back which was wet with sweat; Tom was still sound asleep. Realising I was now naked got up; couldn't remember why; found my underwear, went and had a shower.

We all went down stairs for breakfast, a cross between a Dutch and English breakfast. The hotel manager came over and asked if we had a good night's sleep and were the double beds comfortable enough for us. A subdued yes was the answer. He gave a cross between a wink and a smile. Tom became engrossed scraping marmalade on to his toast.

We had already planned out what we were doing, four were going to a football match, Tom, our intellectual travel arranger, was going to see the Ann Franks, the Rijksmuseum and Van Gogh Museum. None of those were my thing; I would just tour the area on my own. Plan was we would all meet back at our hotel; if we didn't get lucky.

I started my tour of the red light district, ended up on a street I didn't know, or how to get back to the Hotel. It seemed to be a gay area, Hookerstraat or something like that, I just walked along, amazed and excited to see men openly kissing and intimately touching each other in the street. Walking embracing each other and hand in hand too. I've been bisexual all my life but in the closet for family and work reasons.

As I walked I didn't see a man step out of a café and almost knocked him over, apologising profusely to him. He just said it was ok with a hand gesture, no harm done and we laughed about it as we stood there. Their seemed to be some mutual chemistry between us, don't know how or what; there just was.

He introduced himself as Stefan and I told him I was Charles, he repeated my name checking its pronunciation. I was 44, Stefan was 63, and had lived near Amsterdam for 15 years; coming into the centre on Saturdays for lunch and a beer at the café he just came out off. I told him I had come from the UK, Manchester, with some friends and were staying at a hotel near Dam Square for a few nights to sample the Amsterdam night life.

He smiled and asked me if I would like to have a beer with him; he said he knew a very nice but small and quite bar not far away that served very good Dutch beer.

He guided me to this bar which was only a few streets away; not far. We got a couple of Dutch beers before sitting down. Stefan asked what I was doing on that street alone, I told him my friends had separated and gone to a football match and one to view some museums. I had got lost; he smiled and said you do realise it's a gay area you are in, I laughed, smiled with a guilty smile and said I didn't know it was; but soon found out.

Stefan was a very handsome, slim man with short grey hair and piercing blue eyes; just my type I realised, I'd always gone for older men.

We had a few more beers and talked at length about life in general until he surprised me by laying his hand gently on mine and looking into my eyes then saying. You might have wandered into the street where we met by accident, but I think we both know it's where you belong; I was flabbergasted and started to get aroused my tight underwear was in danger of bursting open which was adding to the thrill. But; I knew he was right.

He went on and said he thought I was very attractive and desirable. I then admitted I was bisexual and thought he was very handsome; all the while his hand was on mine. And I felt that sexual thrill and contentment you get from bodily contact build. He invited me back to his house, I just accepted that we were going to have sex and was very contented and discreetly excited about it. He must have known I was going to be receptive.

We drank up and Stefan led the way to his house which was a short tram ride, then just over a canal and around the next corner from the tram halt. I was worried in case any of my friends saw me with a strange man, I needn't have fretted, as Stefan kept his distance and made inane small talk as we walked. To any casual observer, we were just two friends out walking.

His apartment was on the fourth floor of one of these grand Old Dutch houses that you see on postcards of Holland. We went up the very steep stairs that Dutch houses seem to have, when an older couple passed us on the way down. They smiled at Stefan and greeted me; Welkom.

Once inside, he closed the door, we went into his big sitting room with its big panoramic window. He came over to me and pressed me against the wall kissing me frantically and pawing at my clothing. I returned his kisses passionately and explored his body too.

He then took my hand and led me into his bedroom, gradually we moved towards the bed without breaking our kissing and tore at each other's clothes; getting naked very quickly. His body was trim and well defined, but his cock really excited me; cut with a big purple head; quite thick and about 7 inches long and totally hairless. Mine was similar dimensions but uncut and I shave too.

We fell on to his bed in a tight embrace, cocks rubbing together kissing passionately. Stefan broke off and said in a thick voice "he had to have me". I rolled onto my back; he straddled my chest, feeding his lovely cock into my mouth and reaching back to stroke mine.

His cock tasted divine and I got a few groans out of him as I ran my tongue round it. I just knew you would be a good cocksucker Charles; he moaned as I lashed his cock with my tongue and lips.

I sucked for what seemed an age until he got off me, a wild lust in his eyes before moving between my legs and putting them on his shoulders, pressing his wet cock at my hole; he entered me slowly and immediately stated to move in and out, no lube necessary, my saliva was enough, Stefan filled me completely and I clung on for dear life as he reached the full depth inside me. My eyes closed and I could feel my face smile and some inward movement.

I was close to orgasm as his cock battered my prostate and quickly after I gasped out loud and spurted a torrent of thick cum which splattered my chest and chin. Stefan was overjoyed to see it and he thrust deep to unload inside me. I did actually feel every spasm of his lovely cock. My legs slid down off his shoulders and we embraced kissing deeply, my cum smearing our bodies, it was delicious and a very tender moment.

We lay entwined for almost an hour talking and touching each other softly with loving gratitude. This can only be experience after contentment and climax. Before taking a shower together and getting dressed again. Stefan apologised for not wearing a condom, the rush as we came together, overcame caution. I assured him I was STD free; as was he, like me he gets checked on a regular basis.

We moved into the living area with our damp towels around us. We sat together on his couch, eating, drinking coffee and beers. Breaking off once more just as it was starting to get dark, to return to his bed, where we repeated this afternoon's assignation; but with even more enthusiasm.

We talked a lot more until 2 am when I said I had to get back to my hotel. We got dressed together, each seductively assisting the other. Stefan came with me in the cab to my hotel, as we sat in the back discreetly touching each other; as lovers do. We parted promising to keep in touch and we have since met together in Amsterdam and London. And hope to continue to do so.

I returned to my hotel room to find it empty, no Tom, checked my mobile Tom had left a message. See you tomorrow, got lucky lol. Love. I texted back suggesting we meet at the café that we went to on Friday night, at lunch time.

I will let Tom tell you his own story. Our remaining travel companions did not turn up until the next day and were not forthcoming about how their day went. Tom and I kept quite too. Don't ask, don't tell.

I smiled and got into bed after taking off Stefan's underwear. Don't ask.

Hi I am Tom and this is how I remember our and my first visit to Amsterdam; which I looked forward to it as the guys there always treated me as an equal. I was to share with Charles; didn't really know him, he was in some sort of engineering management job. Bit butch in build and mannerisms; but seemed ok.

After we all checked in without any problems; we had booked three double rooms, they were all presentable but the guys were unhappy about sharing a small double bed together. Didn't bother me as I shared a bed this size with my boyfriend Paul.

I was sent down to reception to see if they were any other single bedded rooms available. I asked the manager; sorry we are full; no single bedded rooms, no call for it we normally have two guys sharing a bed. I reported back; they were not happy but I couldn't do anything about it. I was to share with Charles and I was ok about it. Anyway I don't think they would tell anyone about it back in Manchester. Not that that would have bothered me.

After, we all went out together, toured the red light areas and did the usual things tourists do, visited a hemp café; never did that before; liked their coffee nice buzz to it. We were all relaxed when we left; coffee does that for me. Tom had found a bar with a 'on the floor sex show' never seen guys do that together before on the stage, the beers helped relax us too. It was about two in the morning when we left the bar and headed back to our hotel.

We went straight to our rooms as their bar was shut by this time. I got undressed; told Charles that I normally sleep naked; would that be a problem? Charles was actually quite a nice looking guy, nice toned and well sculptured body. Very well endowed too, I could see it bulging through his; revealing tanga cut underwear. I thought a pop out was a possibility tonight; nice.

We both lay on the bed, back to back, touching I could feel Charles as I settled in. He turned and embraced me I could then feel him pull off his underwear. Then sliding his well-endowed erection between my buttocks. Then nothing; he was asleep and snoring; latent effect of the traveling and drinks. O'well fuck me; or not, as they say.

I woke in the morning alone; my back was wet with sweat. Charles came in from having a shower; said nothing, I got up and went for a shower too.

We all went down stairs for breakfast. The hotel manager came over and asked if we had a good night's sleep and were the beds comfortable enough for us. Yes was the answer. He smiled. No problems; I returned to my marmalade and toast.

We had already planned out what we were going to do; I was going to see the Ann Franks, the Rijksmuseum and Van Gogh Museum paintings; four were going to a football match; not my thing. Charles was going to tour the red like district, in the daylight this time. Plan was we would all meet back at our hotel; if we didn't get lucky. I least I had a plan B too; with Charles.

I got on a tram to take me to the first museum, after walking round the museum for a couple of hours I went to its café for a coffee and cake. As I was sitting at one of their long bench tables a young women came and sat opposite me. I am not adverse to women just prefer men.

She had blond hair, like me but a lot longer, petite with a nice bust, revealing itself under her blouse with hard nipples protruding. She was an art student and her name was Simone; I told her I worked in an exclusive art dealer's office in Manchester and had been to Art College too. She asked where Manchester was, so I told her. She was here on a Saturday as she worked in Amsterdam on weekend nights to help fund her college studies.

I asked her what she did; she was a prostitute. Don't know why but I asked; what she charged; €100 for an evening together or €200 for all night at her place. Adding that it was a good rate; can pay by credit card and much cheaper than a regular prostitute. We agreed on €150 for all night at her place and I would take her for a meal first.

We then completed our tour of the museums, with my personal tour guide; she certainly knew her art. We went for a meal in a nearby club bar that she liked and seemed to be known there. The service was mainly by shemales. This was also where I could pay with my credit card for her services. My company's flexible friend did the deed. My boss let me do this in consideration for my extramural services with him and his friends.

We went to her small but comfortable flat nearby; she stripped off ready for me as I did for her. I was utterly surprise when I saw she had a cock; nice size too. Her body was beautiful, wonderfully toned and sculptured. Simone said she thought I knew because of the club bar being serviced by people like her.

She took me by her hand and led me to her big bed, put her finger to my mouth and said it's that time. We started to fondle each other; she kissed me and put her tongue in my mouth, the French way, and rubbed it around seductively. I was now very aroused and ready to go for bronze, no gold.

I reached down to fondle hers as she did my cock; electrifying. I could feel my insides move, cum starting to ease out; I could feel it, as hers started to ease out onto my hand. I really wanted her. Lifted her legs onto my shoulders and enthusiastically started to enter her; didn't need any oils as we both had each other's cum on us.

We were copulating together, don't know for how long, didn't care. Just didn't want it to end. Then I started to feel that I couldn't hold back. I started to pulsate, Simone started to hard breathe in harmony with each stroke, gradually getting louder. Until I let go; or explode; as I withdrew I could feel the squiring landing on me and Simone's breasts. I started to lick it off her; first time I have tasted my own cum like that.

We laughed as we lay side by side recovering; she said in my ear; my turn. Rolled over and ushered me into a doggy position, then entered me in one continuous movement. I felt it hit my prostrate, and then she withdrew and touched it again but very gently this time. Started her undulating within me, don't know for how long but it felt like for ever. I started to squirt pre-cum, then; I felt her unload within me. She withdrew and rolled alongside me, we both lay there embracing each other. We must have fallen asleep; I was awakened by some birds squawking or something.

We both got up and she ran us a hot bath to share, we both badly needed it. It was hot and southing, we washed each other; she had a very gentle touch. We got out and dried each other off, then sat at her table where we had breakfast together. I got dressed and left about an hour or so later. She was working that night and needed to get some rest.

I met with Charles as he had proposed in his text to me this morning checking to see if I was ok. I told him about Simone and last night.

He asked why I didn't leave quickly when I realised; NO I didn't want to. And what did you do then? Well I played with her cock as we kissed and; she started to play with mine, which was fantastic. Charles asked me how I felt about it, great as though I was floating on a cloud.

He asked me if I was worried that I might be gay. I said I am gay, didn't you know that. That was why the guy's pressured you into sharing with me. And sent me down to see the hotel manager, they knew I wouldn't be convincing.

He also asked if I was not worried about catching anything from him / her. No I was on PrEP and got checked on a regular basis. She was on the same and also got checked, it was a requirement of her Dutch Sex Worker licence.

Charles; lost for words, then told me he was just like many other men experiencing bisexuality and my secret was safe with him. I told him, I was out and had been for several years. The guys in the pub all knew that and most of them were gay or bisexual too. Charles didn't know what to say or do.

I suggested that I go and see if any of the museums were open and we could meet later if he liked. He said he wanted to go and see Stephan, I said who; he said I will tell you later. After he made a call to Stephan, I think, he said that he would meet us all at the bar we went to on the first night, the one with the floor show, about eight. We all met Charles there that night, but he said nothing about Stephan, I hadn't mentioned Stephan to the other guys, only that he was going to do his own thing.

We talked a lot more and watched the floor show, but it wasn't as good as the first night, the real thing was much better. We arrived back at our hotel about eleven; we all had a tiring day. I went for a shower, wondering what Charles would say about us sharing a bed together tonight.

I came back from my shower with only my towel on; it was one of those hotels where that was ok. I opened the door to our room; Charles was standing there with only his towel on. I thought he was going to have a shower. He undid his towel and let it drop on the floor, all I could see was the size of his boner, he came over to me undid my towel and let it drop. I could feel his boner press up between my legs and him; by now mines. He kissed me and said thanks for today you lifted a weight of my mind. He took me by the hand and led me to our bed. Plan B; yes bloody plan B.

We got up in the morning together, showered together, dressed together and went down stairs together for breakfast. The rest of the guys turned as we walked in, and started clapping. I was embarrassed, not by the clapping, but when Charles kissed me in front of them. The other guests started clapping too; including the manager.