"The Family Affair"
So Very Long Ago...
After leaving the service, I bummed around Europe a while before imminent back stateside. It was a time to relax and get my cranium together. As well as a time to get some have control over. And give some. And get laid and screw around in universal. I'd gotten too barely in the benefit.
I stayed in Amsterdam all through the bounce and was enjoying the city so much, I politely declined an tempt to Prague where the leather scene was apparently thriving. The best leather slab in all of Amsterdam is The Mess on the Jacobsstraat. It's a serious leather hinder reminiscent of the Village in the 70's (before my time) where only the butchest of the butch are permitted entry. It was my sort of place in every manner. There is a very dark and smoky environment. Speaking of murky, the club has a 'obscurity' room downstairs. These are quarters where serious consensual tricks occur. They also have truly clean toilets which is a one-off in most Dutch clubs.
So October came and I was cruising at The Mess when I motto a flyer for an All Hallow's Eve party at Argos (the oldest Denim and Leather debar in town) which intrigued me terribly. It was a sphere for all the queers in civic and the theme was a celebration of gay mores. The drag diva pictured on the flyer made my lift rock hard...
All Hallow's Eve and I'm immediately another dressed reveler route out. Gleaming, strict black leather trousers of my own covered with red leather chaps, a black lace front leather shirt, a cherry fringed leather vest, black leather Stetson stylishness hat and a black leather handgun belt. My spurs jangled without a care in the world (ha!) and my six guns were glassy as I strutted to the Orb. "It's the Marlboro Male!" and it at a complete loss as some citizens clapped and smiled. The costumes were fantastic and I played it cool to forestall whiplash. There were five take out, buff studs in matching 'prison delivery' shorts and tops all chained together. There were couples of gay cavemen. There was a gay Indian who got a thumbs up from me. And there were drag queens as far as the eye could see. Marilyn Monroe and Cher, of track. A very good enough Sade. Some Marie Antoinette types. A fasten of 1950's housewives. Jessica Rabbit. She had a equitably obvious crowd of admirers so I figured my odds were low and I headed to the hinder for a bourbon and a beer. I was enjoying the scenery, leaning on the slab with my sun-hat cocked back when I felt a offer on my ass. Her thick German accent was really, really hot.
"So, cowboy, contemporary in town? I was by far four inches taller, minus her heels and mine...buy you a beverage cowgirl?" Lame but true. She smiled that smirk and took her offer off my ass. "Yeah, sure. Stoly rocks." That smirk again. Deep green eyes. Creamy skin. Pouty lips.
We made some minor talk and she ruined her drink and kissed me on the cheek to show appreciation me. And she was dead.
I went and found the men's toilet and was astounded there was no outline. Inside I stepped into a stall, unbuckling my guns and draping them over the stall separator. I pulled my pants to very soon below my balls, exposing my ass to the cool announce from the commence window. Just as I in progress pissing the stall entrance opened and I glanced back to see, I shit you not, the construction hand from the Village Citizens. he smiled and I realized it was a gentleman I saw often at The Mess, Karl. He smiled and I laughed until he slid his furnish around my waist and surrounded my cock and began stroking. It felt be fond of heaven. His hands were personnel worker smooth. I unfold my legs and leaned bold as he stroked my ass with one offer and my distended cock with the other. He spoke no English, I knew barely Dutch. His hand was firm and even as he stroked from the derivation of my incline to the rule of my lift. I stepped bold to straddle the toilet as he gently pushed me forward and dropped to his knees. His tongue touched my asshole and I shuddered. What a tongue. He allotment my ass cheeks as I stroked my lift slowly, his tongue gyratory my hole and slipping in gently. I was in heaven. Then the stall flap opened again and I heard Dutch voices. I looked under my supply with weapons.
Karl was ongoing to rim me well and Miss Rabbit stood behind him, her dress now off. What to display? Red lace panties departure and the bra off, permanent in heels and a grin. those perfect orbs. Her incline was uncut and budding in her gloved hand as she stroked it and smiled. I smiled, silly in ecstasy." She may as well have believed, "Does the cowboy hunger his ass branded with my lift?" I wanted it. She held the tops of the stall and grinned at me. I stepped to her, worried for a kiss. Our cocks colliding as Karl suffused them with his rudeness and tongue. I had a furnish around her waist and one sweet-tempered, soft breast cupped as we kissed, tricky and urgent. Karl was muttering in Dutch and she laughed out loud, her smooth gloved hands on my ass as I nuzzled her narrow part and reached down to stroke her lift It was thicker than mine and about as lingering. While usually a top, I hunted that meat in me.
I twisted back to the barrier and bent over with my ass in the express. Karl again bowed to my ass and began to border me with vehemence, slipping a touch into me at the same period. I opened up willingly and domed my back, my angle rigid as he massaged my prostate with his hands and tongue. My pole was twitching and I was shaking with excitement.
She had a condom rolled on and Karl slid under me and detained my ass cheeks distant for her, slipping my lift into his rudeness and knocking off that damn fair hard hat. I had to laugh a trivial and he took my portion out of his countenance long enough to display something to her as she slid her fat incline into me. As I grunted in satisfaction she squirted some cool lube onto her raise and slid it deeper. The reaction of her testing, hot cock was great. With her meat hidden in my ass, her hands around my waist she laughed as Karl moaned." I sighed and nodded, incapable to speak as she stroked my ass with her bar, rubbing my allotment cheeks with those gentle gloves. Her rhythm was building me shudder in pleasure and subsiding bind.
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