“Look behind you. Not too conspicuous, over your shoulders, to the right against the wall. He’s gorgeous!,” Hans told me. I saw a very handsome guy and I winked at him. We exchanged looks, and he bought us a beer. “You’re a dish,” I said. The atmosphere was sensual in the Web.
“My name is Ricardo,” he said with a nice Spanish accent, “I’m from Rotterdam and I am here to celebrate Gay Liberation Day tomorrow.” “We’ll be going there as well. Do you have a place to stay? Just come with us!,” Hans said.
“Well,” he replied, “I would like that. It saves me paying for a hotel.” He grabbed my crotch. Ricardo was a naughty boy and didn’t beat about the bush. “Shall we go to my place?,” Hans asked. We paid our bill and the barman said: “Have fun!” We left the Web and took tram 13 to Mercatorplein.
I used to frequent the Web a lot. It’s an exciting bar, and often I was waiting with a beer to see who was going up the stairs and into the dark rooms. I followed someone, but could not find him. There was a lot of moaning coming from one of the cubicles. I opened the door and saw two handsome guys fucking. One of them saw me and made me come inside. He withdrew from this lovely lad and I put mine in. I was thrusting hard.
From Mercatorplein, it was only a couple of minutes. We arrived at Hans’s flat and I sat on the couch. Hans poured Ricardo and me a drink, and Ricardo started kissing me. His lips were divine. He unbuttoned my shirt and sucked my nipples. I held his head. Ricardo was delicious, and I had him nearly undressed. Hans also undressed and stood in front of us. In turn, we gave him a blow job. Suddenly, Ricardo pushed me on the couch and sat on top of me. We started fucking like crazy. “I’m so horny... So horny...,” he panted. I gave him corrective slaps on his cheeks and said: “You’re a wild animal!” We made Hans laugh, and the sex filled night was long.
I also met Robert who became a friend of mine. At times, Robert played music at the Web. Through him, I met Alexandro and James at the Web. Alexandro was an Italian guy who spoke Dutch and James was American. They were living in my neighborhood on the KNSM Island. They invited Robert and me to have dinner at their place, so I brought flowers. The flat was small, and I saw an open bedroom from the living room.
“This is the place where you can have wild passionate nights. Which we don’t have anymore,” James said. We looked at their extensive record collection and picked a few titles. They played them over diner.
Robert loved Chaka Khan, and sometime later, we were all singing: “I’m every woman.” The windows were open, which was not so great for the neighbors.
Whatever you want, whatever you need / Anything you want done, baby / I’ll do it naturally / Cause I’m every woman (every woman) / It’s all in me. it’s all in me, yeah!
I’m every woman, it’s all in me / Anything you want done, baby / I’ll do it naturally / Whoa whoa whoa, / whoa whoa whoa.
Hans and Ricardo were up early. I got up somewhat later, and breakfast was ready. It was the third edition of the annual demonstration that year. It was called Gay Liberation Day, the precursor of Gay Pride. We were at Dam Square early at the start of the demonstration. One of the many police officers was giving us dirty looks, but we were singing: “Oh mammy, mammy, mammy, mammy. I’m in love with John Travolta.” The officers gave us even dirtier looks.
* Ricardo still calls me once in a while, especially when he’s disappointed in love.
* I don’t know how Hans is doing.
* Robert died of Aids.
* Alexandro and James are now living in Paris.
And when walking on the Nieuwendijk, I’ll surely be sneaking into the Sint Jacobsstraat to see what is going on in the Web.