Enjoy Brad's earlier adventures starting in "Icelandic Baths".

Brad was daydreaming about the fun he'd found at the hot springs in Iceland as his plane touched down at the airport outside Amsterdam. But his attention quickly turned to the days ahead. The capital of the Netherlands was famous around the world for its liberal attitudes toward sex, drugs, and... well, sex. And Brad was eager to try it all.

It didn't take long to locate a place to sleep that night. He'd have to share a large room with a dozen or so other student tourists, but the price was right. And if all went well, he'd be out late into the night anyway. So after checking in, he got out his guide book and set out to take in the sights, then explore his options for the first night's activities.

The Cockring wasn't difficult to locate. It was just a block off the main street running through downtown Amsterdam, and the front of the building was decorated with a huge drawing of... a cockring. Making a note of the location, Brad then went to find a place to get dinner, then picked up some pot to smoke to help get in the mood.

It was still fairly early when Brad made his way back to the Cockring, about 10:30 or so. But he was stoned, eager for a drink, and more than ready for a little action. He went inside, got a beer at one of the bars, and started to look around. It was fairly dark, and it didn't take him long to get a little confused about where he had gone as he went from one room to another. But there was no mistaking the entrance to the "dark room". And no question that it wasn't just a place to develop photographs.

Finishing off his beer with an several-second chug, Brad set down his glass and went inside. It was "dark" indeed. But as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could make out shapes in the deep shadows, and hear the unmistakable sounds of sex. He was getting a hard-on just being there.

He didn't know what the "rules" were, but fuck it... he was stoned and drunk, and didn't really care. So he started wandering around, feeling his way. As he went, he found one body after another in his grasp. Many of them were appealing to the touch, but often disappeared into the darkness the moment after he found them. Meanwhile, Brad's cock was starting to ache.

Just then, he found himself face to face in the darkness with the statue of a god. The body he felt in front of him seemed to be made of pliable stone, with hard, tightly-sculpted muscles, barely contained by the tank top that covered the chest, and clearly not contained by his pants, which were nowhere to be felt, presumably in a heap at his ankles.

The body's hands returned Brad's exploration. Brad was a little self-conscious that he wasn't as well-built as the strange man he was groping, but he knew he'd passed the test when the firm hands gripped his shoulders and pushed him downward, to his knees. A moment later, a huge cock thrust forward into Brad's cheek. Brad knew what to do, and practically leaped forward at the opportunity. This hunk had chosen Brad - of all the men in the room - to suck him off.

This wasn't the first anonymous sex Brad had ever had. He'd sucked guys he'd met in the park or in the cruising alley behind the gay bar back home. And he didn't always take the time to learn names. But there'd always been at least some small talk... at the very least, an exchange of meaningful glances. He'd never done anything with such a complete stranger, someone whose face he'd never even seen, someone he'd never even be able to pick out of a police lineup... at least not without touching. This made the experience all the more intense.

Brad practically worshipped the throbbing cock he'd been offered. It was as hard as the muscles on the man's frame. Gripping the muscles of the thick, rippled thighs on either side, Brad proceeded to slide his lips up and down the shaft. From time to time he paused, both to catch his breath and to tease the head a little with his tongue. But when he did, the sinewy arms that had first explored him grabbed his head and forced him to resume his bobbing, and the hips behind the cock continued to gyrate that piston into the back of Brad's throat. From time to time he'd hear a grunt of approval from the god above.

Suddenly, Brad noticed that the rhythm of the god's hips had changed, and the angle of the thrusts was different. Extending a hand behind his partner, he discovered the reason: a third man had joined them and was beginning to fuck this tower of flesh from behind. So with each thrust into the well-muscled ass, the god's cock thrust forward into Brad's mouth. As the momentum increased, it was all Brad could do to keep himself steady, as one cock pounded in, forcing the other forward. And the grunts of approval had changed to gasps of ecstasy, as the god was sucked and fucked in perfect unison.

In the meantime, Brad had long since pulled his own cock out of his pants, because it simply could not stay there without pain. And evidently someone else had somehow caught sight of it in the darkness, because they had crawled between the legs of the humping gods and engulfed it with their mouth. Between the pot and the excitement of sucking this god-like stranger as he was fucked, it didn't take much more to bring Brad to a convulsing orgasm. He staggered as he shot his load into the warm, wet stranger's mouth.

Brad was about to gasp for breath when the man fucking his god lost control and rammed hard forward, driving his shaft deep into the sculpted ass, at the same time sending the cock in Brad's mouth all the way in. The god came at once in great volume, the juices practically flowing down Brad's throat. Wave after wave it flowed, eventually spilling all over Brad's face, down his chin, and onto his shirt.

Brad pulled off his shirt and wiped his face clean with it as his partners disappeared into the darkness. Clinging to it like a trophy, he made his way to the doorway back into the main bar, and ordered another beer. "Yeah, I think I could grow to like it here," he thought to himself, surveying the array of men surrounding him.

Follow Brad's further adventures in "Amsterdam Clubs #2: Why Not"

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