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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 46
My First Trip To Amsterdam
This happened before the pandemic. I was sent to Amsterdam to meet with some lawyers. It was my first trip there. The lawyer insisted on showing me the city, it is an old city, with an old center. After walking around with me, he suggested a small restaurant. It doesn't matter, but his name was Victor. An Italian type, mid fifties.
When we got back to the office it was all professional, the secretary bringing in the papers for review, I signed where I was supposed to. I was jet lagged and Victor suggested I return to the hotel to rest and he would pick me up at seven for dinner.
We went to this small seafood place walking distance from the hotel, and the waitress was Eastern European, with large tits she insisted on shoving into my face. Victor laughed and told me that Amsterdam was infested with these people. I told him I didn't appreciate having her tits shoved in my face. He patted my hand. I remember it now, but at the time I didn't notice.
After dinner we went to this private sauna. We got naked. Victor was a little paunchy, hairy and his dick was enough to notice. We sat in the steam room. Other men came in, no one talked. Victor patted my hand while we sat there. A big heavy set Turkish man came in. Victor whispered that he was there for the young men. He knew him, he had an import export business.
We went to the massage room and the masseuse was all over me. Hard hands and deep massage. He was Serbian. Victor told me he was the best at this place. I was face down and Victor approached me and put his hands on my butt cheeks. He used a little 'butter' and fingered me. The Serbian was gone, and Victor got on me and already buttered up, he fucked me. I won't say I didn't want him, I wanted the Turk actually. After Victor finished fucking me we went into the shower.
I did meet the 'Turk'. And he was interested and he came by the hotel the second evening. The 'Turk' knew his way around, and by the time he left I was satisfied. Victor had sent him.
When we got back to the office it was all professional, the secretary bringing in the papers for review, I signed where I was supposed to. I was jet lagged and Victor suggested I return to the hotel to rest and he would pick me up at seven for dinner.
We went to this small seafood place walking distance from the hotel, and the waitress was Eastern European, with large tits she insisted on shoving into my face. Victor laughed and told me that Amsterdam was infested with these people. I told him I didn't appreciate having her tits shoved in my face. He patted my hand. I remember it now, but at the time I didn't notice.
After dinner we went to this private sauna. We got naked. Victor was a little paunchy, hairy and his dick was enough to notice. We sat in the steam room. Other men came in, no one talked. Victor patted my hand while we sat there. A big heavy set Turkish man came in. Victor whispered that he was there for the young men. He knew him, he had an import export business.
We went to the massage room and the masseuse was all over me. Hard hands and deep massage. He was Serbian. Victor told me he was the best at this place. I was face down and Victor approached me and put his hands on my butt cheeks. He used a little 'butter' and fingered me. The Serbian was gone, and Victor got on me and already buttered up, he fucked me. I won't say I didn't want him, I wanted the Turk actually. After Victor finished fucking me we went into the shower.
I did meet the 'Turk'. And he was interested and he came by the hotel the second evening. The 'Turk' knew his way around, and by the time he left I was satisfied. Victor had sent him.
