Perverts 'R' Us

Jan and Ricky

By Antony Johnson ( M+/b, rape, gb, anal )

Hi there. My name is Vince. Nowadays, Amsterdam is a real drag, but in the old times many men, I can assure, had their share of fun there. The story I want to tell you about is a true one, it happened when I lived there in the mid-eighties and when Amsterdam still was real fun, more like a shady dark side of Amsterdam you might read in this story too. Drugs and prostitution were the daily order, and AIDS didn't exist yet.

Rembrand square was a place that was an open-roof brothel. Many boys between the age of 16 until the end of their thirties sold themselves to either gain drugs or money for other addictions. The colored schemes of neon lights illuminated the square like a party. Police allowed everything and cocaine was to be found on every street corner. That Amsterdam doesn't exist anymore, but the memories stick.

Near the bridge, you might find the whores' street, and in the middle between the many small bars and "whores' workspaces" was "Ricky's Bar." Ricky was a transsexual from the shores of Indonesia, who ran the bar where men could get their younger boys. She didn't interfere with anybody or anything, but if necessary she would protect the boys from being murdered or anything. Not just younger, but really young, from the age of seven until, say, eighteen.

For around $40 you could fuck a delicious tight and tiny boy, but you had to be careful, because you might end up with a knife in your stomach. This is where I started my professional career. Now I'm in my forties, but then I was only eight when I started out on the street.

I originate from Utrecht. My father was a drunk and my mother abandoned us - that is, my sister and me - shortly after my birth. After my sister ran away with an older man, I ran off too at the age of eight, not knowing where to go or where to stay. I took the train to Amsterdam and ended up near the Amstel hotel. It was big and white and being a bit naïve, I thought some rich people would like to adopt me or something like that. But after two days sitting in front, nothing happened, so I started walking around.

That night I tried to fall asleep in one of the doorways on Prinsengracht, when a man walked up to me and offered me a real bed and something to eat. His name was Jan and I followed him to his rich place He offered me something to eat and laid me on the couch to sleep. I fell asleep nearly instantly.

In the middle of the night, I woke up feeling Jan's fumbling fingers in my underwear. Although I was a bit scared, I noticed I had a hardon and he played with it, stroking my foreskin up and down along the shaft. Then he lowered his head and started taking my prick into his mouth sucking on it. I let him as a token of gratefulness for his generosity. A tingling sensation flowed through my lower body and for the first time in my life I had an orgasm.

Then he grabbed my hand and started moving my hand over his hard cock. It was hard and still very soft and warm, and although I pretended to be asleep, he let go of my hand and I continued stroking his penis until he started shooting his sperm over my face and chest. He cleaned it up by licking my face off and let me fall back asleep.

The next day he told me that I had to go, and although I wanted to stay, I left him and felt safe and secure. If he felt like it, he told me, he would pick me up again. Just before he ran off, he gave me twenty-five guilders in my hand and left me alone in the middle of a strange city.

That evening I wandered around, wondering whether Jan would pick me up again. A little after ten, he passed by me, and offered me a place to eat and sleep. But I noticed his expectations were higher this night. I entered his flat and two other men were waiting to see some of me. I was afraid, but all three of them were really nice, although the whole atmosphere was tense. They let me eat a bit first, then took turns bathing me and slipped some briefs onto me that had no buttocks part in them; only a thin thread through the crack of my ass was keeping the thing in place.

The three of them were sitting on the couch next to each other, all smoking pot and snorting cocaine, so there was no place for me. I stood in front of them, waiting and not knowing what to expect, all bare and embarrassed. First they made me move real slowly and kind of sexy. Then I had to take off the string. I was naked and I walked around and had to come close to them. They touched me very softly and gently. Then one of them touched my penis, which reacted straight away by pointing up.

My little cock was getting hard and it seemed to make them happy. Then they started getting undressed too, well at least they took out their cocks through their zippers. While I kept moving slowly and all sexy, they started masturbating like Jan did to me last night. Sometimes they would help each other and sometimes they made me do it. After what seemed to be an hour, everybody was under influence of pot and coke, and they were getting tougher on me, making me bend over and putting a finger in my butt or even a candlestick. In turns, the men licked my ass and rubbed their hard cocks on my face and bum, making me lick their cocks.

Then Jan started doing the big thing. He stood behind me and rubbed his hard cock through the crack of my ass. With spit he made it all wet and at once he started pushing his penis inside my butthole. It hurt a lot and tears started rolling down my face, but the men hushed me while Jan started getting deeper and deeper inside me. Then after a while of doing that, the pain ached away and the feeling that lasted was that I had to go to the bathroom very badly. It was like I had a severe case of diarrhea.

But Jan continued until he screamed that he was cumming… like he was gone or something, I wondered? Then I felt warm and sticky gooey stuff in my ass and Jan retracted his cock from it. Then one of the other guys took his place. He said to Jan that he fucked me all wide and open and there was no fun in that, but he didn't pull out. My anus was getting real sore now, but I didn't cry anymore.

While the guy fucked me the other lay down underneath me and started sucking my cock. Soon I was hard again and the strangest thing happened to me. I learned at age of eight what "horny" meant. It's that corny, dirty, and secret kind of feeling that you might get from taking a shit in the outdoors or having fun by poking your own ass - the need to cum, not necessarily making love, but just the feeling of cumming.

So willingly, I let these men now take advantage of me while I was getting my little cock sucked while being fucked in my ass. Jan just looked at me with little eyes of drugs and booze, still playing with his limp cock. Then first the man behind me filled me up and then the man who was sucking my tiny penis stood up and shot his sticky white stuff in my face and then he finished me off. Naturally nothing happened, I didn't shoot, but the feeling was incredible. My body shook all over the place and I simply had to close my eyes, pressing them to keep the last bit of control while waves of this luscious feeling ebbed through my body. Finally done, the three "dads" put me down on bed and took off, except for Jan, who snuggled up with me in bed.

The next day he made me stay, but I had to work for income, and if police would ask me anything I had to tell them I was sixteen. Now that was twice my age and absolutely unbelievable, but he made me promise. That evening, or better afternoon, he took me to the whores' street and made me look around in Ricky's Bar. A few men were sitting at the bar and some boys older than me were sitting in the far end; some with men, and others waiting for their big chance.

Soon a man came up to me and Jan negotiated about the price. For a hundred guilders, the man would take me home and return me two hours later. We took a cab to the other side of town and he roughly violated me. He didn't talk or do anything else other than ripping my pants down. He spit in my crack and forced his cock into my tiny hole. I nearly collapsed under his force, but remained standing. Within three minutes, he shot his sperm inside my bowels. He smoked a cigarette and did the same for another three times. Each time took longer and longer and that's how he filled the two hours. He gave me money for a cab and kicked me out of the house.

I thought about where to go with the money, but had no idea where else to go, other than where Jan was going. So I returned to Ricky's. Jan was already waiting for me with another man. It was an Englishman called Tom. Since I didn't speak any English, there was a non-existing conversation. But Tom was nice to me. He got me a present and made me play with him too. He tried to give me the pleasant feeling again, but after an hour he had to return me to Jan. Neither he nor I came.

That night I had several men wanting me, and Jan brought me drinks. He was really nice and gave me the feeling I had done something extraordinary. Back home, Jan inspected me; he looked at my tender, sore ass and looked to make sure that my penis wasn't damaged. By moving my penis it got hard again, and he took it into his mouth. It felt great again. Now he stuffed my mouth full with his too and shot a huge load of sperm inside me.

I worked at Ricky's until I was twenty, but most of my clientele was now private and paid me well. Jan and I stayed together because he was good to me. And because Jan didn't take my money for himself, but saved quite a bit, I made a small fortune and was able to pay for my college. Now I'm a professional photographer and guess what? I like young boys, too. Jan died of AIDS in the early nineties, but kept me clean, luckily.

The stories I have of me as an older boy with younger boys at Ricky's are coming up soon to you too. Now Ricky's is no longer there. Current government policies made exploitation impossible. And Amsterdam is now a very dull and mostly business city, like any metropolis. But the memories stick with me…