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Reijer's World: Ordnung ist das halbe Leben

by Reijer Breed in Columns & Opinions , 17 augustus 2017

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“Don’t look! Don’t look yet.” Vincent poked me in the side. We were at the Monopole bar, popularly called “the moustache bin.” We all had a moustache in those days. But of course I did look. A hottie entered, with a very attractive face, a mischievous moustache, and in a tight jeans outfit. His shirt was wide open and showed an attractive hairy chest.

“Hi there. My name is Willem,” he said. “Where are you from?” I asked. “The Bijlmermeer. It is a fifteen-minute journey on the metro from Central Station,” Willem said. De Bijlmer was a newly built Amsterdam borough. “Is it nice out there?” Vincent asked. “Well, a lot of work still needs to be done, but my apartment is beautiful and large.”

Willem stood closer and closer in Vincent’s vicinity. Vincent placed his hand in his crotch and pushed his hand onto his crack. “I do like it there,” Willem said. “Hey Reijer, why won’t you join us?,” Vincent asked. I promptly did. Because the bar was busy, we did not strike out. “Let’s go somewhere with the three of us,” Vincent suggested. We nodded and left the Monopole. “Where are we going?,” Willem asked when we were outside. “You wait and see. It’s very close,” I said.

We walked along the canals and stopped at the Amstel hotel. We climbed the stairs and were greeted by a receptionist. We gave her a tenner and received a key with a large piece of wood attached to it. She also gave us three towels.

No one said a thing. We opened the door of our room, and Vincent and I sat on the bed. I said: “Well, strip and give us a nice show.” Willem did what he was told. He began to move his body as he loosened the buttons of his shirt. Stripped to the waist he turned around and slowly lowered his pants. He showed his butt.

“Wow,” I said, “you did well.” I had to think of Joe Cocker’s awesome horny song “You Can Leave Your Hat On.”

Baby take of you coat
Real slow
And take of your shoes
I’ll take of your shoes
Baby take of your dress
Yes yes yes

You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on

Go on over there
Turn on the light
No all the lights
Come over here
Stand on this chair
That’s right
Raise your arms up on the air
Now shake ’m

You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live
Sweet darling

A little later, the nude Willem sat in between the two of us. Our hands were groping him, and we kissed and rimmed him. We also gave him a blow job. He was moaning below us. After a while he came, and we all got dressed. Willem even pulled the bed straight and folded the towels.

He gave us a wink while doing so, and said: “Ordnung ist das halbe Leben.”

* Joe Cocker died on December 22, 2014. He was seventy at the time of his death



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