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Amsterdam Experience

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 07 Nov 2000 1 comments
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I used to live and work about an hour and a half outside of Amsterdam, Holland. About every other weekend, I would go to the "Spijker" bar on Kirkstraat to join the Amsterdam Jacks for about four hours of jack-off fun and camaraderie. One Saturday in June about 10 years ago, I was sitting upstairs looking toward the other end of the room, when one of the hottest men I have ever seen came up the stairs. He was completely naked (the parties were clothing optional), as was I. A few minutes later, he went downstairs toward the bar, and I decided to follow. The bar was very crowded with sweaty men, most of whom were nude, so it took me a couple of minutes to locate him. I walked up to him, and presuming he was Dutch, greeted him in their language. He answered me in English with a charming voice, and American accent, and a sparkle in his eye! I laughed and told him I was from Florida, and he told me that he was from California. We chatted for just a few minutes and realized that we really liked each other. We were both standing there in the bar with very hard erections. I asked him if he felt like going upstairs and shooting a load together. He said, "Let's go!" and leaded quickly toward the stairs. On the second floor of the "Spijker", at the far end, was a stage-like area that was only about two or three steps above the rest of the floor. The room was so crowded with horny men that the only place we could find was one corner of the "stage" area. At first, not many people were paying attention to us, nor we to them. My new friend and I were just having fun jacking ourselves. But, after about 20 minutes or so, we suddenly realized that we were the only ones on the stage, and about half the men in the room, maybe 30 or so, were watching us. My friend said, "It looks as if we are the center of attention." I responded, "Well, if we're going to put on a show, then let's do it right!" and with that, I lead him to the center of the stage. Within a few minutes, nearly everyone in the room had turned to watch us as we were going at it with all the energy we could muster. We both knew we were getting really close, but were holding back so that we and our audience could make the most of it. The crowded room of men had started shouting and chanting for us to shoot. Finally, I shouted over the noise of the crowd to him, "Do you want to shoot?" And he shouted back, "Let's let it fly!" We both turned from facing each other toward the crowd as though the move had been choreographed and, to my surprise and the crowd's delight, we both shot tremendously huge loads about 3 feet -- right over the heads of the men at the front of the stage! The crowd went wild! My friend and I started laughing from the pure enjoyment and feeling of release. We gave each other a full sweaty body naked hard-on hug and then walked down into the crowd. Quite a number of men offered to buy both of us drinks that night, and when it was time to leave, my new found friend and I spent the night together. A few weeks later, we celebrated his 30th birthday together in Mykonos, Greece. Unfortunately, over the following years, we lost touch with each other, but I will always cherish that night we met and put on a show of a lifetime!