I messed up an appointment and the cab driver was understanding. He had to turn around and back track quite a way. Traffic was heavy, and we got into a conversation. He asked if I liked the hotel, he told me it was too far out of the way if I wanted to go out at night. He asked me what I liked to do, I told him I was pretty square, for me a nice evening was a quiet dinner and good conversation. We drifted off into what I was doing there and how long I was staying and I told him that what I could really use was a good pizza, I was tired of the restaurants.

He offered nicely, if I thought it ok, he knew of a good pizza place, in his neighborhood. He could come by around 9 and pick me up and we could go have pizza and a good conversation. He came in his private car, and was well dressed and recently shaved. We went around town, he showed me some places as he snaked his way back to his neighborhood. It was working class, at best. Lots of people on the streets, old cars, small shops and small restaurants. We parked and walked a couple of blocks to the pizza parlor.

For a man without a formal education he was literate, he was up to date on current events. We shared a pizza and a beer, we got personal about our lives. He lived alone, he had moved there from Portugal, he had traveled a bit when he was young, he had worked on cruise ships as a cook. He had lots of stories. On the way back to the car, he threw his arm over my shoulder as he talked. He told me about an adventure he had when he was younger, an adventure with a young man who worked on the cruise ship with him. He said boys were trouble, better to be friends with grown men.

He had parked in his apartment block, so he offered if I wanted a night cap, to come upstairs, the night was young and we were friends now. His apartment was small, one small room and a bedroom. He served me some liquor I didn't know, he said it was strong. As I was standing with the drink in my hand he put his hand behind my head and kissed me. He reached down to grab me and asked me if I had someone in my life. Anyway it didn't matter, we were in Amsterdam and it didn't matter. He sat on the chair and pulled my zipper down and pulled out my cock and sucked on it. He told me that he was going to make me have a good time, a safe time not to worry.

He got undressed and stood before me naked and asked me to undress. He laid on the bed while I got undressed and he invited me to join him. He immediately sucked me again, and then asked me to suck him. He was big, he pulled back his foreskin and I sucked him. Things progressed, he was patient with me, and showed me what he liked. He had experience, lots of experience. I had only done this once before. He kissed me, he knew I needed to be kissed, he played with me, got me up and then let me rest, and he got up and then he rested.

He helped me get ready, he wanted me to feel good about it, he played with me and didn't thrust at first, he was gentle, he made sure I was well lubricated, he asked me if I wanted to be on my back, and I asked him to do it from behind, it was good, at 55 I was finally feeling what I had been fantasizing about for a long time.

We dressed and sat at his kitchen table and he asked me if he could see me the next night, he got off around 11 so it would have to be late. I agreed.

The next night I left the hotel early and went and checked into a hotel at the airport. I just got scared.