On Tour - Chapter 2

On Tour Chapter 2 The Bareback Sex Short Stories

Going Double Dutch

That first encounter with the rent boy made me very happy that I had decided to take my first vacation in years to Amsterdam. As I left the boys room my head was still buzzing from the great hash I had smoked before. My heart was racing quickly and I walked down the beautiful streets of Amsterdam in a sex and pot haze.

Vacations rock!

Amsterdam is a wonderful city and the Dutch are some of the most tolerant people you will find anyway. This was better than San Francisco. Everywhere I looked I could see same sex couples walking down the street, holding hands and kissing.

This was the freedom I had been looking for - I felt my sexual urges expand with every step I took. This city exudes sex and sin and fun. Everywhere you looked was another hash bar, filled with lusty college boys smoking hash and getting horny. Sex shops and head shops seemed to be at every corner. I felt like I could do anything here and just relax into a vacation groove.

I started to walk along the canals the run through the city and add an exotic yet placid air to the environment. Looking around it was easy to tell the difference between the American tourists and the local population.

I had never really paid that much attention to the Dutch before - but now my cock wondered why I had never fantasized about them before. Dutch men tend to be taller and stronger than Americans and I felt like I was surrounded by studs everywhere I looked.

As I continued to walk down the streets in a hash filled haze I started fantasizing about the big strong men around me and felt my cock swell in my jeans. I thought about taking my camera out and taking pictures of some of the better examples of man flesh around me - but was worried that I would give the wrong impression.

I stood on a bridge to look out on the water when I suddenly heard a masculine voice behind me.

"Are you American," he asked in a heavy Dutch accent.

I turned around to see one of the best examples of man I had ever had the luck to lay my eyes on.

"Yes, from New York," I responded, hoping that he would not notice the growing bulge in my tight jeans.

"I am Hans," the man said. "Are you new in town? Looking to meet friends for fun?"

Boy was I looking to meet friends for fun, but I was worried that Hans might not be interested in the same time of fun that I was.

I looked up and noticed - to my horny delight - that Hans' eyes seemed to be roaming down my body. When his look hit my crotch I felt my dick swell even more. He smiled and I started checking him out as well.

Hans was about four inches taller than I was and well built. His arms were layered in ropes of muscle and his eyes were icy blue. When I let my eyes drift down to his crotch I noticed that he had a raging hard on to match my own.

Clearly my dick was going to see more action on this trip! My head spun! Was he a top? A bottom? Versatile? There was only one way to find out - and I could not wait for whatever fun my new friend was looking to provide.

"I have houseboat," he said with a sexy gleam in his eye. "You know. On canal? Would you like to see it?"

Did I ever want to see what would float his boat!

As I agreed he turned and motioned for me to follow him. I gladly walked behind Hans - thinking that he was taking an attractively dominant lead in the situation. Walking behind him also gave me a welcome chance to check out his tight masculine ass.

My ass started clenching in anticipation. Part of me realized that a huge strong man like this - who was also so forward - would probably not want to be the bitch. Earlier that day I had felt so dominant and strong fucking that boy whore - now it was going to be my turn to be ravaged and fucked into sweet anal submission.

It only took a few minutes but it seemed like an eternity before we got to his boat. It was large and parked in a canal just a few blocks from a beautiful town square. I noticed that the windows were covered in dark curtains - which I knew would be perfect for the privacy we were going to need very shortly.

These are the moments when my cock reaches its maximum throbbing attention. When I meet a new strong man and don't know what will happen next. My heart was beating very fast. My dick was pulsing against my jeans and my soul was ready to give into whatever Hans would demand of me for the next few hours - I was his!

Hans opened the door to the boat and as he did so I noticed a lock of sexy chest hair poking out of his shirt - clearly I had not only found a strong man - I had found a hairy bear!

I followed him in and looked around. This place was a dream. Photos and paintings of men - some naked, some just beautiful covered the walls. Two pairs of handcuffs were attached to the top of the bed and the bar was fully stocked.

"Take off your shirt," Hans commanded as soon as the door was closed.

Wordlessly I followed his command. Hans looked at my well-defined pecks and walked over to me. He grabbed one man nipple between his fingers and started sucking and biting on my other nipple. Electric shocks of lust started racing through my body from my chest straight down to my rock hard man flesh.

I buried my lips in his throat and inhaled the sweat that has started pouring off his back. He lifted arms and I started unbuttoning his shirt so I could breathe in as much of his man musk as possible.

Suddenly Hans pulled away.

"Take off your pants," he said. "Get naked American."

I stripped off my clothes and he motioned me over the to bed. I lay down and he slipped the cuffs over my wrists. I lay on his bed naked and vulnerable with my hard cock pointing towards the sky.

Hans then pulled off his shirt. I had to laugh at the tattoo across his chest that read, "I hate bush!"

Well, I thought, what gay man doesn't hate bush? Or Bush with a capital B for that matter.

Hans moved over and started slowly running his hands up and down my chest - every so often letting them gently brush my throbbing cock. I craved release and my hands pulled against their sweet restraints.

When the first drop of pre-cum oozed out of my cock like a silver pearl, Hans bent over and gently licked it off my piss slit.

Let the games begin!

I lay there waiting for sex and love and lust and the burning release that only a hard man can ever give me.

Hans was soon taking off his own pants. His dick was everything I had ever wanted and more. It was about eight inches long - and delightfully uncircumcised. I've never understood why so many parents cut off the best part of their children's cocks.

"Yummy," I said out loud before I caught myself!"

Uncircumcised dick is such a delicacy. I love the way the foreskin traps that extra bit of man musk like the sweetest bouquet in the world.

"I need it," I moaned.

Thankfully his beautiful cock was soon positioned over my face. I leaned forward as far as I could in order to get it as close to my lips as possible. Han's took my face in his hands and gently guided his dick into my lips.

"Suck it American," Hans said. "Suck it like you suck at human rights."

"Please," I said. "Give me your cock. I need to suck it. I want to eat your hard cock."

I took his cock deeply down my throat and let it invade my mouth. It was so hot being at the mercy of this strong man. Nobody knew where I was. I was just there to satisfy him in the privacy of his beautiful boat.

I loved the way his strong hands held my head in place while he rocked his cock back and forth inside my mouth.

When his dick was slick with my spit from my tight mouth, Hans stood up and walked to the dresser - pulling out a latex condom.

"You want me to use this, American," Hans said.

"No, fuck me raw," I moan as loudly as I could. I needed to feel his hard cock inside me.

Hans moved on top of my and pushed my legs up high over my ankles. He rubbed the head of his large dick up and down around the ring of my man pussy.

He bent over and gave me a deep kiss - his tongue dancing inside my mouth.

With a harsh grunt Hans' cock penetrated my tight ass. I bucked my hips up to meet him and pull him as deeply into my body as I could.

His cock moved slowly at first but when he sensed my eagerness Hans immediately started increasing the pace of his hard thrusts.

I felt my ass stretch to accommodate his large girth. It hurt a little - but it was a good paid - the pain of passionate man on man action - it was what I craved and needed and I surrendered to his lust.

Over the years I had become mostly a dominant top - but it was fun to be on this trip and relive the bottom I had been for so many years when I was younger. I had loved fucking the shit out of my rent boy earlier - but now was equally grateful for this man and the way he took charge.

"You are so tight," he moaned.

"Fuck me," I responded.

We were kissing as passionately as only new lovers can. I could feel the hot skin of his dick thrusting in and out of my hole and could smell the sweat of his hard strong body.

"I want to cum," he screamed.

"Do it," I screamed back. "Cum inside me. Fill me up with your seed!"

"I'm gonna cum hard!"

As soon as he heard my words his thrusting increased and I felt him arch his back above me.

"Fuck!!!"

"Fuck me!"

"Fuck! Yeah!"

"Yes!"

That's when I felt the warm jets of his cum shooting deeply inside of me. I tried to tighten my ass muscles in order to take as much of his seed deep into my bowels as possible.

After he shot, Hans laid on top of me for a while with his dick softening inside me. We kissed deeply as he unlocked the handcuffs that had been holding me in place.

We walked over the bar - still naked- and he poured me a stiff drink. I felt the strong liquid move down my throat - and just want to keep kissing this strong man.

To be continued...

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