Enjoy Brad's earlier adventures starting in "Icelandic Baths".
Brad's visit to Amsterdam began at "The Cockring"

Although the main attraction of coming to Amsterdam had been the free sex (and Brad had no complaints about the quality of that, none at all!) there was still another aspect of the city's reputation that intrigued him: the sex you could get for money. The city's red light district was legendary, with licenced hookers sitting in windows to attract customers. And although the male prostitutes weren't quite so overt in their marketing, it didn't take Brad long to figure out that the club "Why Not" offered more than just drinks and nude dancing boys among their services.

Located on a busy street, it wasn't difficult to find. So with a thick wad of Dutch guilders in one pocket, and a thick stiffy in the other, Brad went inside. The inside was much like some of the other gay clubs he'd been to in Amsterdam, with a bar, music playing, a stripper on stage, and a crowd of men. He sat down and ordered a drink.

As he poured Brad's drink, the bartender explained about the services available. There were a variety of special options like an S-M play room (for an extra fee), but what it boiled down to was simple: for so-many guilders, you got an hour with the boy of your choice, in a private, well-equipped room. And if the dancer on stage was any indication, the boys were quite well-equipped.

Brad took his time taking it all in, looking over the young men who mixed with the crowd, flirting with the customers. The "boy of your choice" part was a little daunting, because they were all quite attractive. Hell, there were even some customers that Brad would've been willing to pay to spend an hour with.

"Tough choice?"

Brad turned to find a cute blond sitting next to him at the bar. His first thought was to wonder how this kid had gotten in, because he sure didn't look like he was 18, let alone 21. Hell, he'd seen older-looking guys behind the wheel in "student driver" cars. But of course this was Amsterdam, not Ohio. And Brad decided that he was probably better off not knowing. "Don't ask, don't tell," he said quietly to himself with a grin.

"You really can't go wrong, you know. I know these guys, and they're all great." The boy gestured at an Arabic-looking young man intently playing video games while three middle-aged men watched. "Omar over there is a lot of fun; he's just playing hard to get right now." Pointing at a tall but lanky teenager, "Piet's fairly new here, but he just loves to be fucked. Or there's... well, it looks like Michel is going to be busy for a while." Brad followed Hans' gaze and saw a pretty teenaged boy with an oh-so-fuckable mouth leading a middle-aged man out of the bar and up the stairs.

Brad chuckled, "Serves me right for just sitting here drinking. If I sit here long enough, I bet all the good ones will be taken."

"I wouldn't worry about that," grinned the boy, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously. "My name's Hans."

Brad introduced himself in return, and started looking over his new "friend". He had sandy blond hair just like one would expect a Dutch boy to have, but cropped short enough for a tattoo of a hard cock to show through on his scalp behind his ear. A diamond sparkled in each earlobe. And he had a teasing grin that nearly shouted "fuck me". Brad reached out and brushed Hans' jaw with his fingers. Smooth. He was old enough to have started shaving, but this was clearly not a boy who needed to shave very often.

Hans' hand had settled on Brad's thigh, and was slowly working its way toward his groin, where an uncomfortable lump was growing. Brad looked down at the hand, glanced meaningfully at the lump, then met Hans' eyes with his own. The boy raised an eyebrow, posing the question. Brad emptied his nearly-full glass of beer. And nodded.

Hans got up and led the way upstairs. "You want the SM room? It's lots of fun...?" Brad smiled and shook his head, indicating that was a bit more than he was ready for. "That's cool," continued Hans, "Maybe another time. We can have some real fun in here tonight." They stepped into a room, and Hans closed the door behind them. "Well-equipped" indeed. Not just a bed, but a tub (large enough for two) with a shower, a TV with porn videos playing, music, moody lighting, and mirrors strategically placed on the ceiling and walls.

"Shower?" suggested Hans. He'd already removed his shoes and his shirt, revealing a slim, lightly-muscled chest and stomach, and was unbuttoning his pants. He was wearing no underwear, so his cock was immediately visible as the pants dropped to the floor, an equally slim uncircumcised tube just beginning to lift up beneath a tuft of curly blond pubes. He stepped into the tub and turned on the water, presenting his smooth bubble butt to Brad. Brad quickly fumbled out of his clothes and stepped into the shower behind Hans.

His cock had been hard for several minutes already and he pressed it firmly up against Hans' cheeks as Brad wrapped his arms around him and stroked his chest. Hans reached for an industrial-size dispenser of bath gel and began to coat his body with it, encouraging Brad to help his spread it around. Then he filled his hands again with gel and turned around to do the same to Brad. Hans was fully erect by now, with the head of his cock peeking out from his foreskin, bobbing slightly as he moved, his hands exploring nearly every part of Brad's body: his pecs, his arms, his sides, his butt, his thighs, his balls...

Brad nearly came when Hans finally gripped his cock and began to stroke it, hard and fast. "Oh god... yes... god..." Suddenly Hans stopped. "Not so quick! We're just getting started!" he grinned. "Come on!"

He led Brad out of the shower to the huge, freshly-made bed. He sat down, cock jutting skyward, and asked, "So what do you want to do?" Brad stepped closer, putting his cock in front of Hans' face. Hans of course knew what that meant, and began to tease Brad's head with his tongue. After a minute or so, he wrapped his lips around it, continuing to probe it with his tongue. Brad looked down at the boy sucking his cock, and started to fuck his pretty face. Within a minute or two, Brad was again ready to blow. Hans pulled free and teased, "Slow down, cowboy... we've got a whole hour here!"

Brad was too wound up by this point to "slow down", but in the back of his mind knew he'd be a fool to ignore Hans' advice and shoot his wad in the first 10 minutes. So directed his energy elsewhere. He stood up, picked up the teenager (he was surprisingly light) and put him back down on the bed, lying face up. And engulfed the boy's cock, leaving his own straining member to cool off a bit, untouched. Frenzied as Brad was, there was no gentle teasing in his sucking, he pistoned up and down on the young shaft, burying his nose in the small patch of hair at its base.

Hans moaned appreciatively. "Oh, yeah, cowboy... that's good! You suck like a madman." After a while, though, Hans' patter became less focused, as if he were no longer performing for the customer, but were actually getting lost in the part, his hips pumping upward to meet Brad's bobs downward. Brad heard a quiet little whimper from him, then a gasp. Suddenly Hans' body went rigid, and Brad thought the boys was cumming, but instead he pulled out of Brad's mouth, and maneuvered him into a kiss. He climbed on top of Brad and kissed him passionately, with the same sort of frenzy with which Brad had attacked his cock. He nipped at Brad's lips, teethed his chin, licked at his face, and bit down on his earlobes. "Rrrooowwrll," he growled playfully.

Eventually he stopped briefly to catch his breath, and the two laid on the bed, Hans resting his 130 lbs on Brad. "So what next? Wanna fuck me?" Brad could only grin.

Before he knew it, Hans had a condom unwrapped and was sliding it onto Brad's still-hard cock. A handful of lube on it, and and another between his cheeks, and Hans was on his back, legs apart, and pulling Brad down onto him. Brad guided his dick to the waiting asshole and slowly eased it in. Hans loosened enough to let it in easily, then gripped it tightly. Brad groaned, and began to slide it in and out. Hans' ass was silky smooth, suqeezing tightly and relaxing in perfect rhythm to Brad's thrusts. Meanwhile, Hans slowly and gently stroked his own cock.

Brad gazed down at the beautiful boy beneath him, jacking off as he was being fucked. He looked over at the mirror on the wall, and was turned on even more by the sight of himself fucking this kid. "I wish I had a camera...." he found himself thinking. He looked back down at Hans, who looked back at him and with a blissful smile, whispered "Oh, yeah... ride me, cowboy... fuck me." Brad had had dreams like this, but they were never this real, this intense, this incredibly exciting.

"Harder, cowboy, fuck me harder!" Brad was more than happy to do as he was asked. In fact, he could hardly stop from doing do if he had to. He shoved his cock harder and harder into the boy's ass, so hard he nudged up the bed a quarter inch with each thrust. Brad was again reaching the edge of his own arousal. "Oh, fuck!" gasped Hans, "Cum up my ass, cowboy, cum in me! Now, cowboy! Now!" Brad looked up from Hans' cock, locked his gaze on those pretty blue eyes, and filled the condom in the boy's ass with loads of cum.

"That was great, cowboy," Hans whispered. "Want me to return the favor?" Brad could hardly believe that the dream was getting better. Fucking a kid this cute was a thrill, but to actually get fucked by a hot boy with this kind of energy was more than he'd otherwise hope for. Because secretly, there was nothing he fantasized about more than being fucked. It seemed not very "manly" and kinda perverse to want someone's dick up his ass. But he wanted it. And now he was going to get it. And not from just anyone, from a hot kid who looked like Stevie DeYoung down the street. "Do your worst!" Brad invited.

Hans maneuvered Brad onto his hands and knees, wrapped his own pole, and lubed up. The boy's slim cock slipped into Brad's ass, and he was heaven. Hans knew just how gentle to start out, but rapidly threw himself into it. Before long, he was ramming into Brad with abandon. "Ride this, cowboy," he snarled.

Even though he'd just cum a few minutes before, Brad's cock was hard again, and taking advantage of the lube that now coated both of their bodies, he began jacking himself. He looked in the mirror in front of him, and watched Hans bite his cute little lips, thrash his head about, and snarl as he fucked him. Brad focused all of his attention on everything he was experiencing: the pretty teenager behind him, the smell of the room, the taste of a young cock still on his lips, the sound of the boy's grunts, and the ass-filling pleasure of the cock inside him. Even without a camera, this image would stay with him forever. With an ache, his balls exploded again, sucking themselves dry.

This was more than Hans could stand, and he quickly pulled out, trying halfheartedly to "save" himself for another trick or two that night. But as he pulled off the condom, he couldn't contain himself, and splattered semen across Brad's back, jet after jet of it. "Oh, fuck!" Hans gasped, not so much in annoyance as in relief. He'd have a difficult time keeping himself "on" for any later customers. But even with the prospect of "early retirement" that day, it seemed to feel it was worth it. "I don't usually do that," he explained, sheepishly.

Glancing up at the clock, Hans saw that the hour was almost up. "Hey, just enough time left to clean up. You go ahead and shower off, then go see the man at the bar to pay. I'll take care of fixing things up here. I hope you had fun!"

"Yeah... thanks!" Brad answered, awkwardly.

"My pleasure," answered the boy. "Really," he added smiling sincerely. "Come again, OK?"

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