Sunday, February 15, 2009

Meet John Doe Dutch - The stranger in my bedroom

I am young, but John Doe Dutch is even younger. I think 6 years. But I like blond men and when this cocky kid wants to buy me a 'biertje' why should I say no? He is cute actually. Very cute. And so innocent. So we are in this crazy, dark, humid bar. It's totally cramped which is quite good. That allows him to come very close. Don't ask me when it started, but before I know it we start making out. Yummy...And has hair - I've never stroked such smooth hair! World and time is forgotten. I even forgot that I had company with me which complicates the story (at least I am thinking ahead for a moment) as she is staying at my place. Good grief, let's see what happens.

That becomes pretty aparent: ths place closes at around 5 in the morning (have we been making out that long?!). And I feel a bruise on my back (from banging my back against the bar while exploring my date for the night). So the three of us get kicked out (John Doe Dutch and my friend) and before I know it all three of us are heading to my place.

I love having liberal friends. So while she is getting herself ready in the bathroom, John Doe Dutch and I make her bed in the guest room (can you believe it, he pitched in?!).

I can feel it, we are both waiting until my friend dissapears, the he is all over me. Good that I have a stash of condoms pretty close. And also good that he's not a typical Dutch in terms of height, so he can show off his abilities while standing.

It's quite interesting. Hairy legs, but a chest as smooth as a baby. But he knows how to work his tongue and knows how to properly use his other body parts. But then again, he is young. So the show is over even before it really started. And before you even know it, he is back in his clothes and heading for the door. But I'm not complaining, the young and the restless.

Even though I pulled his drivers licence out of his back pocket several times to inspect, I wasn't able to catch his name (too dark, too many 'biertjes'). So the only thing I remember was the year of his birth and his employer. Actually, he works in the office building next to where I work. Let's see if we bump into each other...until today that hasn't happened...but Amsterdam is small, the day will come...

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