This is a 7-part story, outlining a couple of moments of a gay couple living in Amsterdam. Please help me improve my writings, sending love to [email protected].
Voyeur
Daan and I live in Amsterdam, The Netherlands. Like many gay couples in Europe, we try to embrace life, being active and positive about it. And it really goes that way. When you seem to have the things, you start to feel unsettling, anxious, and look out for something new, anything. Just for the idea of it. We met 7 years ago in a home warming party of our mutual friends, fell in love, and have been married for 3 years now.
Daan is 31 years old, 5 years younger than I am. He is a bright young spirit. Standing 187 cm, with a toned lean torso and hairless pale skin, always with sunny boyish smile on his face. What really makes him stand out is his gorgeous blond hair, waving down to his ear. You can say he is somewhere in between a European twink and an American jock. I like that; the energy and sparks from him always make me feel tinkle inside.
I am somewhat different, more calm, introvert, I like to plan things rather than spontaneously go with the flow. I am slightly taller than Derek, 189 cm, more muscular, thanks to my natural bone structure, and regular visits to the gym, making me look naturally stronger and more mature than he is.
Nonetheless, we both are versatile. Again, like many European couples, we have fluid yet active roles in sex life, thanks to the diverse gay themes in Europe.
It is Thursday when I came back home from work, knowing my beloved husband is working from home, waiting for me for dinner.
“Marc, I have another business trip next week, I wanted to go early on Saturday for this one, so I can spend a day checking out the city.”
“Then you will be out for the entire week?” I asked; he is an auditor at a public accounting firm; travel is common.
“My return flight is on Friday afternoon with KLM, I would be home around evening if no delays.”
“I hope you can make it in time. I want to visit the beach next weekend, if the weather allows.”
“I want that too”
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On Saturday, after seeing Daan off at Schiphol, I returned home in the late afternoon. Sunshine was still good in the late May. I decided to head to Basic Fit to get some sweat.
It was not crowded around this hour, most people were enjoying sunshine at local parks drinking their heads out. After almost half an hour of heavy lifting and a recovery run, I headed to locker, there I saw my gym buddy David coming in.
“I didn’t expect you here on the weekend. Where is your Daan” David asked.
I smile back, “He is not my Daan; he is just Daan. He went on a biz trip to Berlin.”
“On a Saturday?” David shined his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, he wants to have a short break as well.”
“I hope it doesn’t mean to break from you,” we both laughed.
When I came out of the shower, dressed, David was just about to hit gym. He turned to me, “Do you want to hung out tonight?”
David is a single gay student, at 21 or 22. He came to study at the University of Amsterdam from Prague. He is tall, very lean, with long, slim fingers. He has an innocent face as well, which fits into the typical Czech boys I see from my visits to Prague. Just that he may be more talkative and flirty.
“It is warm outside, do you want to visit Vandelpark?”
“Sure, see you around 8? ”
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We bought some drinks and sandwiches, heading straight to the rose garden, where many gay guys from Amsterdam came, dressing whatever they felt conformable. It is packed when we arrived, as I expected, given the rare warm weekend in Holland. I greeted a few of my acquaintances.
While I was about to lie down our accessories, David could not wait to undress himself, revealing a tight baby blue swimming slip, attracting some hungry eyes from a distance. I can see why, he is slim, but not without muscle. And he is young. Gays like youth. David is no shy of it; he deliberately did several slow motions to show off his meat-a piece of lamb in front of all these wolves. Gays in Amsterdam really like wolves. As I said, when people have a hollow life, with no substance but ideas, they start to fall for ideas.
We chatted about many things about life, his studies. He occasionally lay over my torso, grinding his head over my stomach, accessing my skin and my bulge. He is a naughty boy, he likes to tease me, rolling his head, or brushing his hands on different parts of me. I, of course, just let him. I enjoyed his little game. I am a gay man after all. He reminded me of Daan, from the early days of our meeting.
Hours past, It is getting darker, and the garden is getting empty. Only a couple of locals remain, and they were drunk as far as I can tell. Maybe it is all the lust in the air, maybe it is the alcohol we had, maybe it is his on and off teasing, I got hard and leaking, I am always leaking when I am hard.
David’s hand has found his way into my pants, softly fondling my cock. Even now he is still teasing. He massaged my cock up and down, before finding my head, using his index finger to pat the wet spot a couple of times. I look at him and try to hold my breathe steady. He turned, smiling at me deviously. He is such a teaser. Then he pulled out his hand, I felt disappointed. But he only raised his hand to his tongue, tasting it with eyes shut, like really enjoying it, all these happened in slow motion. My cock jerked.
Time passed another hour or so, it is getting really dark. We packed and walked towards the bushes, which is one way out of the garden. It is by then I heard some moan coming from inside of the bushes; David heard it too. I voluntarily slowed down my steps and kept it as quiet as possible.
We moved closer, enough to watch but without being discovered. With slim light, I could see three people cursing. Two were standing, kissing and rubbing each other, while the third one was kneeling in front of them sucking their cocks, each at a time, or both.
I felt hands touching my pecs and abs. Turning my head, it is David, who is hugging me from behind. I am getting really horny now. I always like live outdoor actions. So I didn’t stop David, but rather enjoyed his sensual touches sending electronic currents to my spine, making me shiver. The only thing I can think of is to inhale more air to keep my body under control. But the scene is just too arousal.
When I was back to conscious. David had undone my pants and used his right hand to caress my fully awakened 9 inches. And David is hard too, grinding his hard pole on my muscled bum. As usual, he did it gently, just so gentle that I can feel it, but not really pressing it. I played along.
Few minutes past, the three changed positions; now two guys are sucking the third. They seemed hungry but focused. They didn’t lurk around like most of the cruisers would. I continued to watch, trying to fill more details about the scene.
I quietly turning my head, gazing him with tender affection. He saw through the lust in my expression and sent a firmly and confident stare back at me, asking me to go with it.
Don’t know when another David’s hand found my left nipple, the slim fingers of his like a magic wand, sending waves of sensations to my body, weakening my legs. Suddenly, he fed two fingers to my mouth, it is my own pre cum I am tasting, salty and bitter. I did nothing but allow his fingers to intrude on my mouth; actually, I welcomed them, sucking them fully.
His finger retreated after I had it thoroughly cleaned or wet up. That hand guided my left hand towards his own now leaking cock, warm, well girthed twink cock. It must be at least 7 inches, shorter than mine own but definitely not thinner.
Cupping his cock with my folded palm, he started to fuck my hand, moving forth and back. It didn’t go long before I took control, actively masturbating his big cock. Same time, I was increasing my pace at fucking his hand. We like two gas balloons, waving in some sort of rhythm.
The cruisers were getting louder now; maybe they are about to finish. And I felt David’s warm mouth behind my right ear, breathing heavily. He was close too. Taking it as an encouragement, I went into full force to jerk him; he did same to me. Both of us lost in it. We could not keep it as quiet as before any more, the cruisers noticed us, but they didn’t stop, neither did we.
That it is, we burst ropes of hot sperm into the warm air almost at the same time, accompanied by several contractions of our torsos. I continued to fondle his cock, scooping last drop of cum from his split, as we both fell into each other. I look into his clear, innocent East European eyes, giving him a long kiss, French kiss.
“Wow, that was hot, wasn’t it.” David’s voice broke the silence night.
To be continued..
