Every New Years EVE, I remember this experience I had with my big dicked brother back in 1949 in the Netherlands.
He and I had been, in the previous week, to a party at the home of the Irish Ambassador to the Netherlands, and I remembered that the ambassador's wife was totally "gaga" over my brother. He was such a handsome and hot fucker, this was unremarkable, because there were lots of other women at the same party with wet pussies over this same guy. Going places with him was a little like I would imagine it be to go someplace with a Rock Star. Everywhere you would go, women and men both would go crazy over him. Women wanted to fuck him and men wanted to BE him. He had the dick, the great looks, great clothes, (I'd dress him! LOL) and the charisma to go with them. What a fucking guy!
So, on New Years Eve in The Hague, at the American Protestant Church, we ran into this ambassador's wife again. So, a couple of days later, my brother and I were sitting at lunch in the dining room at KLM Airline (My brother was friends with a high up guy there - damn! He knew EVERYBODY!) and I asked him, "Bill, do you think you are an unusual person at all?", and he considers this for a moment. And answers me back, "Not really. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I was just wondering if you considered it at all to be unusual that you'd have the Irish Ambassador's wife pushed over the hood of her Rolls Royce, in the middle of a blinding snow storm, in the Church Parking Lot (although most people were gone already) and fucking her, while she was yelling at the top of her voice "Oh Bill! Oh Bill! Oh Bill" I say to my brother, "I was just wondering if you thought that was at all unusual?
He ponders this for a few seconds, and he says, "Now that you put it that way, I guess it WAS unusual."
I loved to travel with this guy because there was something spectacular happening, every single day. It was way later in my life that I was open with my family about me being gay, so I always had to pretend on trips like this that I was straight. When ever this brother fucked anyone, he'd always make them produce a women for his little brother (me) to fuck. I fucked so many women because of this. But it was so entertaining to travel with him that I considered that just one of the costs of doing business.
It is this experience that always makes me resistant to the notion that appears around the forum from time to time, that because straight guys have sex with a lot of guys, that they must be gay. I can't tell you how many women I've had sex with, and I'd fuck their ass as good as
Jimmy Johnson would have fucked it if he'd been there. And it did not even START to make me straight. LOLOLOL
Well, that was a really great New Year in Holland. The Dutch are very free thinkers, and back then, when free thinking was unusual, the Dutch were free thinkers. That's where "Going Dutch" gets it name. In the Dutch Culture, if you buy the girl her meal, that is communication that you are going to expect to fuck her and her consent to let you fuck her. If she didn't intend to fuck you, then she'd pay for her own meal. "Going Dutch"
We did some fucking. I guarantee you. I've got the stomach of a horse, so I'd just keep fucking these women, just to get to see my brother fuck those women.
Happy New Year!