My last day in Amsterdam. I’m already starting to miss it. The guy in The Bulldog knows me by now, and pulls out a pack of joints without me having to ask. The woman in the theatre selling tickets smiles and hands me my stub and change. I had a late start this morning, it’s almost noon.

I let my eyes adjust, sit in one of the back rows, and light up. I can hear sucking noises behind me. I turn around and see the Brit from yesterday, on his knees, hard at work on a Yeltsin. Up front, the Arab guy with the cell phone who gave me the poppers yesterday is sitting, listening to his iPod. Otherwise, the place is pretty empty; it’s still early.

Before long, a young guy walks in and feels his way to the row directly opposite mine. He clearly knows his way around. Soon, he is surrounded by Yeltsin’s, who are touching him all over. He seems to be smiling but pushing their hands away. When one of them walks away I have a clear view of his face and recognize him as the Arab guy I sucked off yesterday. He’s back. A regular. I am instantly hard. I stand up and move over to stand beside his seat. As soon as he recognizes me, he smiles. I move closer, get down on my knees, and free his cock. I bury it in my thoat. It’s without question the nicest cock I’ve sucked on this trip. His foreskin is loose and I tongue it, tease it. I go down on the fat shaft, all the way to his shaved crotch. Today, he opens his pants a little more, remembering I wanted more access to his balls yesterday. He puts his hand on my neck. I lose myself in the frenzy of popper infused cocksucking while other guys stand around and jerk off, watching us. A couple minutes later, he says in English, “If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.” I keep doing it and he does. I swallow it down. It’s a smaller load than yesterday, maybe he’s been busy. I know I have. He smiles at me, buttons up, and leaves. I light up again. The taste of his cum stays with me for a long time.

I notice a Dutch guy is standing just inside the entrance. Middle aged, maybe 45. Nice face. Way over 6 feet. Blonde hair. Good body. Casually dressed. I move close to him. He reaches out towards me. I guide his hand to my crotch. Seconds later, we are in a tight embrace, kissing. He whispers in my ear “I saw you before, I like you.” He’s passionate and affectionate, sticking his tongue in my ear, biting my lips. It’s getting hot and we still have our pants on. I feel his nice, stiff cock under the denim. He motions me towards the back hallway and I follow. We are alone there, the bathroom door is open, and the light illuminates the hall. He pulls out some poppers and hands them to me. I do a hit and pass them back. His tongue is all over my face, kissing, licking, sucking. He unbuttons my shirt and moves down to my nipples, then back to my face. I’m getting worked up, trying to undo his belt. He does it for me. It’s thick, uncut, about 8”, and very, very white. The head of is cock is pink. I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth for a minute or so, then stand up. He returns the favour. Soon, we are consuming each other’s faces again, biting, sucking, licking, kissing, while jerking ourselves off. I explode on the wall as his tongue bathes my face with his spit. He groans, turns away from me, and shoots his load in the hallway as I watch, spurt after spurt of thick cum falling on the floor, all over the used condoms and tissues. We kiss again, softly this time, passion spent. I go in the bathroom to wash up. When I come out, he’s gone.

I am sitting against the wall in the back row, stoned. A Yeltsin with a black knit cap sits on the end of the row, obviously looking for dicks to suck. It is hard to tell with the cap, but he’s about 60, tall, a little overweight, wearing glasses. Not unattractive. Various guys come up and stand next to him. Each time, he takes a hit of poppers and stares at their crotches. Nobody seems interested, until an Asian guy comes up beside him. I recognize this guy from the day before. He’s kind of ugly, but has something sexy going for him. He turns toward the Yeltsin and drops his pants. The Yeltsin begins to suck his cock, I do a hit of poppers, take out my cock, and begin to jerk off as I watch. Man this gets me off. Being completely stoned, watching two strangers, not people I would usually be attracted to, going at it. I would have joined in if either one of them had given me any sign of interest, but they didn’t. After a while, the Asian guy moves on, and the Yeltsin sees me jerking off. Soon, he is on his knees, sucking my cock. His mouth is hot, and he is good. I think of the juice from the Asian cock mixing with his spit as I put my hand on his cap and push his head down onto my hard cock. Minutes later, I cum in his mouth with unusually strong spurts.

It is later in the day, I am more stoned than ever, sitting near the back. I’m so stoned, I’m not even sure what’s real and what isn’t. And then a young, tall African guy, dressed in sweats, sits down next to me. This guy looks like an American basketball player. Better looking than most, actually. I assume he has just come in and sat down in the first seat he could find, but I start jerking my cock to see what he will do. He reaches out and plays with it. It seems small in his huge hand. I reach for his crotch. He immediately stops jerking me, and pulls his sweat pants down. He is wearing green boxers, which I can see in the light from the screen, and he pulls them down too. I reach between his legs and I feel it. It’s enormous…and getting bigger. I move toward it, drop to the floor, and realize that this is one of the longest cocks I have ever seen in my life, uncut…and his body is absolutely perfect. He smells clean, like he just got out of the shower. Sweet Jesus, I want to eat his tight ass. His thighs glisten in the light. I try and take as much of his cock as I can in my mouth, but can’t get very much of it down. It doesn’t seem to matter to him, and he starts rubbing my ass. So he’s here to fuck. Damn. Getting fucked is not my thing. I keep sucking until he begins to pull up his pants. He gets up, leaves the row, and heads for the hallway. A few minutes pass before I do too. I figure maybe he’s back there fucking and I can watch. He’s coming out of the bathroom, alone. Another guy in the hall reaches toward him but he brushes by. He comes and stands near me. The other guy comes and tries to reach for him, but he brushes him away again and goes and stands facing the bathroom door, his back toward both of us. I follow, move in front of him, and drop to my knees. He pulls it out and I start sucking it again. It’s clear he wants to do it with the light from the bathroom shining on us. His cock is fucking enormous and I take it as deep as I can, but can’t even get half of it in. The other guy, who is thin, middle aged, probably Dutch, comes and watches. He reaches out to put his hand around the huge black shaft. The guy lets him and he begins jerking it while I suck as much of it as I can. As he’s feeding it to me…I take a hit of poppers and get lost in the scene, feasting on this huge cock. Just when I have it as far down my throat as possible, he explodes. I feel the jizz running way down in the back of my throat. I gag. I can’t keep his cock that deep down, so I come up some, the Dutch guy jerking all the cum out of him, into my mouth. I swallow it all. It’s late and I could call it a day, but I don’t. I want to cum again before I leave. I sit down in the back and smoke.

I notice a group scene with a couple of guys forming at the entrance. I stand up to check it out and get into some mutual JO. One guy in particular in the group is staring at me. He comes closer…another Arab looking guy, dark skin, scruffy beard, in a knit cap, leather jacket, jeans. Nice body, not too thin. Maybe 28. He reaches for my cock. We kiss. Minutes later, we’re in the back hallway, alone. We are kissing, grinding against each other. He has a nice, average cut cock. I suck it for what seems like hours. His chest is slightly hairy and I like running my hands over it. Soon, the guy who was feeding me the black guy’s cock comes in and joins us. The Dutch guy sucks his cock, making constant, rhythmic sucking noises that turn me on, while I work on his nipples, looking down on the cocksucking action. I feel like I could stay in this moment forever, but for some reason, I leave the two of them alone and return to the theatre, getting even more stoned. Minutes later, they both reappear. The Arab guy sits down and the Dutch guy leaves.

Ten minutes later, the Arab guy gets up and goes back to the hallway. I follow. We are alone again. He drops his pants and gets down on his knees, sucking my dick while jerking himself off. My cock is getting really hard. The guy stands up, turns around and offers me his ass. I reach into my jacket for some lube and grease both my cock and his hole. He bends over, putting his hands on the wall. I slide my cock in. His ass is hot and tight. I begin to fuck him, pulling out and spitting on my cock from time to time, and then sliding it back in all the way. He groans and moves his ass in rhythm with me as I fuck him deep. From time to time, he stands up and leans back to kiss me…my cock slips out of his hole and I lick his face, holding onto his body as our tongues touch. A hit of poppers before I force him to bend over and I slide it back in. My cock looks long and slick as I pound his ass in the dim light. I like watching it go deeper each time, spreading his ass cheeks as far apart as I can. We fuck for a few more minutes before he stands up, my cock slides out of his hole for the final time, and he cums all over the wall. I clean up in the bathroom and as I am leaving, he is still standing there. “Thanks” I say. “Thanks, he says to me.

Back in the theatre, I am still horny as fuck and dying to get off one last time. I notice the Yeltsin in the knit cap who blew me earlier standing alone by the wall, jerking a nice, fat, semi-hard cock. Looking into his eyes, I realize he is probably closer to 70 than 60, but I don’t care. His cock is nice. I get down on my knees to suck it. The Arab guy I was just fucking walks by us on his way out. I do a hit of poppers while I grab my own cock and start to jerk it. Another Arab guy, the one with the cell phone comes to watch. I reach for his cock while I suck the Yeltsin’s, but he backs away. He takes his phone out and shines the light on my mouth and the stiff cock going in and out. I guess he’s videoing it ‘cause he moves around to different angles and heights. I look at him and he smiles. I go back to work. Soon, I cum silently on the floor. It’s time to leave.

The next morning I get up, take a shower, shave, and brush my teeth. I put on a suit and tie for the first time in three days, dump what’s left of the pot and poppers, and check out of the hotel. In the cab to the airport, I realize I can still taste cum in my mouth. I think back on the various loads I’ve taken in the past 60 hours. On the short flight to Geneva, I wonder how long it will be before I can get back to Amsterdam for another few days vacation.

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