In the fall of 2018, I took a trip to Europe with my best friend who's straight as they come. He's lovely though, and him and my now boyfriend have actually gotten really tight, and he knows I'm bi and had no issue with it.
About halfway through our trip, we made it to Amsterdam. When we went to university together we had become essentially high functioning stoners, and always talked about making a trip to Amsterdam for the quasi-legal weed. Of course by the time 2018 rolled around and we got around to doing it weed had become legal in Canada, but Amsterdam remains a beautiful city and was still an awesome stop.
Anyways, I was the one who booked our accommodation while I had still been dating my ex-girlfriend of two and a half years. When we broke up in the summer, I essentially started a massive gay slutty phase, and started trying to scheme about how I could potentially get laid in Europe. Unbeknownst to me at the time, the famous party hostel I had booked in Amsterdam was literally around the corner from the Amsterdam bathhouse. Jackpot, I thought. There was just the small matter of getting away with it. Like I said, my buddy is super accepting, but explaining the concept of a bathhouse to a straight guy just seemed like a cultural bridge I was reluctant to cross, so I decided to ... lets say leave out a few details to him.
After a heavy night of drinking around the red light district culminating in drinks at our hostel bar, he was making moves that he was going to head to bed, and I decided I would as well. I was reading on my phone about the sauna until I could hear him begin to snore around 1 in the morning. Game time.
I put on my jeans and a sweater and went out in the cool October air. I always get this weird mix of nerves and adrenaline when I'm off to a bathhouse, and tonight was no exception. As it happened, I was below the age of 30 so I got in half price and got a free drink with the deal. As I put on my towel and started to explore the place, this place was nice. It looked more like a spa than a bathhouse, especially compared to the gritty one in my hometown.
After a quick beer to calm my nerves, I find myself in the hot tub and next thing I know I'm making out with a hot German guy in his 40's. Unfortunately, he was also a top and this was before I'd figured out the whole "how to bottom" thing, so that was as far as it went with him.
Next I met a guy from Aruba, who was hot, fit, and versatile. He was in the mood to bottom, so I led us into one of the cubicles. As he began sucking my dick, he said "You're really thick... I think I'm going to need some poppers to take you." He told me to wait while he quickly bought some from the desk, and came back. Next thing I know he puts the bottle under my nose, then bends over while we're standing and tells me to pound him.
I do.
He's being loud and moaning and groaning, and I can hear a few guys listening in outside the door. After a couple big deep pumps, I unload in him, cumming for the first time tonight.
I walk out and I'm still horny. Moving right along.
I go back into the hot tub where two hot guys in their late 30's/early 40's are heavily making out and shooting me looks while they breathe. As they walk out, one gives me the "follow us" eyes, and I hop out, grab my towel, and follow them into a room. They pull out a bottle of poppers and ask my position - I'm top, the other guy is a top, and one is a vers-bottom. Tag team time.
I get to ride the bottoms ass first, basically delirious from the alcohol, strong poppers, and sensation. As I'm fucking the bottom, he's sucking the other guys cock, and we're making out while I fuck him. Truth be told, If I was in that scenario again, I almost certainly would have flipped for a bit and let the other guy (and the German guy) fuck me because he was hot, but alas, I still hadn't discovered my prostate and I'm not the kind of guy who's digestive system is a well oiled machine and can bottom on the fly. As I cum, the other guy declines to top and we all get out of the cubicle.
I'm thinking it's late, and I really ought to be getting back since I ditched my buddy to have piggy anon sex and if he wakes up he'll have no clue where I am. But I'm still horny and that wins out.
The last guy I fucked around 3 was an older guy, maybe in his 50's but still with a fit body. He was on all fours in one of the rooms. I enter the room, and close the door as he looks back at me.
"Fuck yes", he says, obviously a little drunk or high, and horny as fuck. He starts backing back on me as I'm playing with myself lubing up.
"Are you going to use a condom?" he asked
"No."
"Good, I love to be fucked deep and feel cum in me"
We spent the next 10 minutes passing his poppers back and forth as I pounded him. He clearly knew what he was doing and was taking my cock like a champ. It was the best of bathhouse sex: Slutty, raw, anonymous, sordid. The thought of that in the act plus the poppers was enough to get me there, and I roared as I unloaded my third load of the night into his ass.
When I was done, I got up, thanked him for the breeding while he stayed on all fours, and hopped in the shower. I walked the block back to the hostel grinning and satisfied, and decided I would try to go again if I could swing it. I managed to sneak there the following two nights as well, meaning I went there every night I was in Amsterdam, completely undetected by my bud.
Next time I find myself in Amsterdam, I think I should go back and make a few new memories. ;)
In the fall of 2018, I took a trip to Europe with my best friend who's straight as they come. He's lovely though, and him and my now boyfriend have actually gotten really tight, and he knows I'm bi and had no issue with it. About halfway through our trip, we made it to Amsterdam. When we went to university together we had become essentially high functioning stoners, and always talked about making a trip to Amsterdam for the quasi-legal weed. Of course by the time 2018 rolled around and we got around to doing it weed had become legal in Canada, but Amsterdam remains a beautiful city and was still an awesome stop. Anyways, I was the one who booked our accommodation while I had still been dating my ex-girlfriend of two and a half years. When we broke up in the summer, I essentially started a massive gay slutty phase, and started trying to scheme about how I could potentially get laid in Europe. Unbeknownst to me at the time, the famous party hostel I had booked in Amsterdam was literally around the corner from the Amsterdam bathhouse. Jackpot, I thought. There was just the small matter of getting away with it. Like I said, my buddy is super accepting, but explaining the concept of a bathhouse to a straight guy just seemed like a cultural bridge I was reluctant to cross, so I decided to ... lets say leave out a few details to him. After a heavy night of drinking around the red light district culminating in drinks at our hostel bar, he was making moves that he was going to head to bed, and I decided I would as well. I was reading on my phone about the sauna until I could hear him begin to snore around 1 in the morning. Game time. I put on my jeans and a sweater and went out in the cool October air. I always get this weird mix of nerves and adrenaline when I'm off to a bathhouse, and tonight was no exception. As it happened, I was below the age of 30 so I got in half price and got a free drink with the deal. As I put on my towel and started to explore the place, this place was nice. It looked more like a spa than a bathhouse, especially compared to the gritty one in my hometown. After a quick beer to calm my nerves, I find myself in the hot tub and next thing I know I'm making out with a hot German guy in his 40's. Unfortunately, he was also a top and this was before I'd figured out the whole "how to bottom" thing, so that was as far as it went with him. Next I met a guy from Aruba, who was hot, fit, and versatile. He was in the mood to bottom, so I led us into one of the cubicles. As he began sucking my dick, he said "You're really thick... I think I'm going to need some poppers to take you." He told me to wait while he quickly bought some from the desk, and came back. Next thing I know he puts the bottle under my nose, then bends over while we're standing and tells me to pound him. I do. He's being loud and moaning and groaning, and I can hear a few guys listening in outside the door. After a couple big deep pumps, I unload in him, cumming for the first time tonight. I walk out and I'm still horny. Moving right along. I go back into the hot tub where two hot guys in their late 30's/early 40's are heavily making out and shooting me looks while they breathe. As they walk out, one gives me the "follow us" eyes, and I hop out, grab my towel, and follow them into a room. They pull out a bottle of poppers and ask my position - I'm top, the other guy is a top, and one is a vers-bottom. Tag team time. I get to ride the bottoms ass first, basically delirious from the alcohol, strong poppers, and sensation. As I'm fucking the bottom, he's sucking the other guys cock, and we're making out while I fuck him. Truth be told, If I was in that scenario again, I almost certainly would have flipped for a bit and let the other guy (and the German guy) fuck me because he was hot, but alas, I still hadn't discovered my prostate and I'm not the kind of guy who's digestive system is a well oiled machine and can bottom on the fly. As I cum, the other guy declines to top and we all get out of the cubicle. I'm thinking it's late, and I really ought to be getting back since I ditched my buddy to have piggy anon sex and if he wakes up he'll have no clue where I am. But I'm still horny and that wins out. The last guy I fucked around 3 was an older guy, maybe in his 50's but still with a fit body. He was on all fours in one of the rooms. I enter the room, and close the door as he looks back at me. "Fuck yes", he says, obviously a little drunk or high, and horny as fuck. He starts backing back on me as I'm playing with myself lubing up. "Are you going to use a condom?" he asked "No." "Good, I love to be fucked deep and feel cum in me" We spent the next 10 minutes passing his poppers back and forth as I pounded him. He clearly knew what he was doing and was taking my cock like a champ. It was the best of bathhouse sex: Slutty, raw, anonymous, sordid. The thought of that in the act plus the poppers was enough to get me there, and I roared as I unloaded my third load of the night into his ass. When I was done, I got up, thanked him for the breeding while he stayed on all fours, and hopped in the shower. I walked the block back to the hostel grinning and satisfied, and decided I would try to go again if I could swing it. I managed to sneak there the following two nights as well, meaning I went there every night I was in Amsterdam, completely undetected by my bud. Next time I find myself in Amsterdam, I think I should go back and make a few new memories. ;)
