Good Amsterdam Shit
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Category:
G through L › Hostel
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,623
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Hostel, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Good Amsterdam Shit
I don't own Josh, Paxton, or Oli. Eli Roth does. I jsut steal them to use for slash. I wrote this, like most of my stories when I was half lit so hursh.
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Josh stumbled into the room of the youth hostel giggling. His hair was mussed beyond recognition, his eyes were glazed and his fanny-pack was askew. Paxton shook his head as his friend fell onto the bed.
Yeah, okay, he was fucked up, but Josh…..Josh was a train wreck. How many times was this guy gonna have to smoke pot before he got used to it? Did he just have the weakest system in the world?
He marched sluggishly into the room, coughing every now and then from some smoke that still had not left his lungs yet.
“That really was some good Amsterdam shit.” He remarked to no one in-between coughs. He said this because it really was in fact, good Amsterdam shit. He considered himself to be a connoisseur of sorts when it came to the weed, but this had knocked him flat on his ass.
“Of course, my horse.” Came a slurred reply. “This is fucking Amsterdam.”
Paxton turned, nearly tripping to face their new Icelandic friend. “Dude, don’t call me a horse.” He mumbled and fell face forward into the tall foreigner’s chest. Oli caught Paxton under his arms and heaved him to his feet.
“Americans…” He muttered.
‘Hey!” Pax said, not lifting up his head. “I’m a Pakistani-guy….guy. S’don’t call me an American, I’d rather you call me a fuckin’ horse.”
Oli walked him to the bed which Josh occupied and rested him down as gently as he could upon the mattress. He took in the sight of the two boys who were now giggling, scarcely aware of what was going on around them.
It kind of struck him as funny to see them like this, even if they were his buddies. Besides, if you don’t laugh at each other, it’s not really a true friendship, is it? He rationalized this to himself and felt better.
He looked down at his wrist to see what time it was. He cursed. There was nothing but skin where his watch should be. He hoped that it had fallen off in the doorway or on the room rather than in the club. He dropped to his knees and crawled around the floor, looking hopefully for the misplaced object. He had searched for five minutes until he remembered; he had not worn a watch tonight.
Marveling at his stupidity, his got to his feet with a little difficulty. “That couldn’t have just been weed…” He mused to himself as he tried to regain his balance. He looked over at the bed again, wanting to catch just a bit more amusement before they finally passed out. What he saw made his eyes do wide, and his mouth drop open, fully agape.
His two friends were removing their clothes clumsily and swallowing each other’s faces. Yeah. It was good Amsterdam shit.
A thought entered his head. These two hormonal graduates had no idea what was real right now and they most certainly recall nothing tomorrow. How often was he going to have a chance like this?
Instinctively and comfortably, he slid onto the bed, already working on the zipper of his jacket while Pax and Josh shed the rest of their garments. Paxton wasted no time and threw himself onto his blonde companion. Josh parted his legs, welcoming him, and wrapped his arms around his back. Oli, seeing the spectacle before him, hurriedly finished disrobing before he missed his chance. The two had forsaken all inhibitions once they had inhaled that substance.
Josh gasped and arched his back to meet Pax as he was penetrated. His hands moved southward to rest on Pax’s backside as if trying to prevent him from leaving. Pax bent his head down and nibbled on Josh’s earlobe. He would have continued further had something now distracted him. He felt himself being entered. With no delay, Oli latched onto Pax and began thrusting, himself.
Pax stopped his movements. “Oli.” he said. ‘What the fuck are you doing?”
Oli felt his breath catch in his throat. Perhaps his friend was not THAT wasted.
“Fucking you?” He tried his luck, asking more that stating.
Paxton went back to his work. “Okay.” He said, nodding. Oli let out a sigh of relief and resumed his thrusts, keeping them in time with Pax’s.
Josh craned his neck to place his lips on Pax’s neck, sucking gently while his hands smoothed over his tanned chest, stopping to give his nipples a slight pinch. He clenched his muscles, coaxing a sound of approval from Pax who passed on the gesture and tightened himself around Oli. The Icelander groaned throatily and threw his head back in bliss, thrusting harder, sinking the complete length of his organ into the Pakistani who gave way under the force of his thrusts, consequently repeating the same actions to Josh.
The American strengthen his hold on Pax, forcing him deeper in. He moaned, almost femininely, as he bucked his hips, growing impatient. The feverish thrusting continued, sending the virginal blonde over the edge. Thusly, he began to cry out softly in a bit of pain as the pounding continued, mercilessly assaulting his tender and sensitive hole.
Oli stopped his motions and bent over to Pax’s ear.
“Stop…” he whispered. “We need to stop”
“What?!” Pax asked in a winded voice, incredulous and slightly agitated. “I wasn’t even done!”
“Just pull out of him.” He said, pointing to the exhausted boy beneath them. “And then we can go on.”
Paxton did as instructed and removed himself from his companion with a grunt.
“Make sure you don’t fall on him.” Oli said. “I don’t think he would be too thrilled about that.”
Pax nodded, not really caring about these words. He needed to finish and he needed to do it now. As if sensing this, Oli pulled him back against him and pumped into him. Unprepared for the sudden strength, and being quite uncoordinated, Pax let his arms give out from under him.
Seeing the impending disaster, Oil wrapped his arms around his chest and heaved him up against him, sitting back on his haunches and pulling Pax’s les back to overlap his bended thighs.
He supported him with a hand pressed to his lower belly and resumed pumping, giving his ear a quick lick and dipping his hand a bit closer to Pax’s erogenous zone. Pax pressed himself closer to the Icelandic man’s chest and bobbed up and down enthusiastically.
From underneath them, Josh roused himself to move. He sat up and leveled himself with Pax’s groin. Twining his arms around his waist, he swallowed Pax’s tool, sucking hard on the throbbing organ. He moved a hand down to stroke the back of Josh’s neck as he moved his pelvis upward to meet his throat.
The young American twisted his tongue around the fleshy rod and pushed it back into his esophagus. Pax grabbed a tuft of Josh’s hair, bucking his hips, and nearly chocking his friend, as he came. Josh swallowed the sticky, warm fluid and backed away from Pax’s crotch.
No longer seeing worried about harming the blonde one, Oli took his cue to finish. He bent Pax over and sent himself to completion, emptying himself into his tanned friend, relieved after holding back for as long as he had.
He was glad he had shaved his balls that morning.~
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Josh stumbled into the room of the youth hostel giggling. His hair was mussed beyond recognition, his eyes were glazed and his fanny-pack was askew. Paxton shook his head as his friend fell onto the bed.
Yeah, okay, he was fucked up, but Josh…..Josh was a train wreck. How many times was this guy gonna have to smoke pot before he got used to it? Did he just have the weakest system in the world?
He marched sluggishly into the room, coughing every now and then from some smoke that still had not left his lungs yet.
“That really was some good Amsterdam shit.” He remarked to no one in-between coughs. He said this because it really was in fact, good Amsterdam shit. He considered himself to be a connoisseur of sorts when it came to the weed, but this had knocked him flat on his ass.
“Of course, my horse.” Came a slurred reply. “This is fucking Amsterdam.”
Paxton turned, nearly tripping to face their new Icelandic friend. “Dude, don’t call me a horse.” He mumbled and fell face forward into the tall foreigner’s chest. Oli caught Paxton under his arms and heaved him to his feet.
“Americans…” He muttered.
‘Hey!” Pax said, not lifting up his head. “I’m a Pakistani-guy….guy. S’don’t call me an American, I’d rather you call me a fuckin’ horse.”
Oli walked him to the bed which Josh occupied and rested him down as gently as he could upon the mattress. He took in the sight of the two boys who were now giggling, scarcely aware of what was going on around them.
It kind of struck him as funny to see them like this, even if they were his buddies. Besides, if you don’t laugh at each other, it’s not really a true friendship, is it? He rationalized this to himself and felt better.
He looked down at his wrist to see what time it was. He cursed. There was nothing but skin where his watch should be. He hoped that it had fallen off in the doorway or on the room rather than in the club. He dropped to his knees and crawled around the floor, looking hopefully for the misplaced object. He had searched for five minutes until he remembered; he had not worn a watch tonight.
Marveling at his stupidity, his got to his feet with a little difficulty. “That couldn’t have just been weed…” He mused to himself as he tried to regain his balance. He looked over at the bed again, wanting to catch just a bit more amusement before they finally passed out. What he saw made his eyes do wide, and his mouth drop open, fully agape.
His two friends were removing their clothes clumsily and swallowing each other’s faces. Yeah. It was good Amsterdam shit.
A thought entered his head. These two hormonal graduates had no idea what was real right now and they most certainly recall nothing tomorrow. How often was he going to have a chance like this?
Instinctively and comfortably, he slid onto the bed, already working on the zipper of his jacket while Pax and Josh shed the rest of their garments. Paxton wasted no time and threw himself onto his blonde companion. Josh parted his legs, welcoming him, and wrapped his arms around his back. Oli, seeing the spectacle before him, hurriedly finished disrobing before he missed his chance. The two had forsaken all inhibitions once they had inhaled that substance.
Josh gasped and arched his back to meet Pax as he was penetrated. His hands moved southward to rest on Pax’s backside as if trying to prevent him from leaving. Pax bent his head down and nibbled on Josh’s earlobe. He would have continued further had something now distracted him. He felt himself being entered. With no delay, Oli latched onto Pax and began thrusting, himself.
Pax stopped his movements. “Oli.” he said. ‘What the fuck are you doing?”
Oli felt his breath catch in his throat. Perhaps his friend was not THAT wasted.
“Fucking you?” He tried his luck, asking more that stating.
Paxton went back to his work. “Okay.” He said, nodding. Oli let out a sigh of relief and resumed his thrusts, keeping them in time with Pax’s.
Josh craned his neck to place his lips on Pax’s neck, sucking gently while his hands smoothed over his tanned chest, stopping to give his nipples a slight pinch. He clenched his muscles, coaxing a sound of approval from Pax who passed on the gesture and tightened himself around Oli. The Icelander groaned throatily and threw his head back in bliss, thrusting harder, sinking the complete length of his organ into the Pakistani who gave way under the force of his thrusts, consequently repeating the same actions to Josh.
The American strengthen his hold on Pax, forcing him deeper in. He moaned, almost femininely, as he bucked his hips, growing impatient. The feverish thrusting continued, sending the virginal blonde over the edge. Thusly, he began to cry out softly in a bit of pain as the pounding continued, mercilessly assaulting his tender and sensitive hole.
Oli stopped his motions and bent over to Pax’s ear.
“Stop…” he whispered. “We need to stop”
“What?!” Pax asked in a winded voice, incredulous and slightly agitated. “I wasn’t even done!”
“Just pull out of him.” He said, pointing to the exhausted boy beneath them. “And then we can go on.”
Paxton did as instructed and removed himself from his companion with a grunt.
“Make sure you don’t fall on him.” Oli said. “I don’t think he would be too thrilled about that.”
Pax nodded, not really caring about these words. He needed to finish and he needed to do it now. As if sensing this, Oli pulled him back against him and pumped into him. Unprepared for the sudden strength, and being quite uncoordinated, Pax let his arms give out from under him.
Seeing the impending disaster, Oil wrapped his arms around his chest and heaved him up against him, sitting back on his haunches and pulling Pax’s les back to overlap his bended thighs.
He supported him with a hand pressed to his lower belly and resumed pumping, giving his ear a quick lick and dipping his hand a bit closer to Pax’s erogenous zone. Pax pressed himself closer to the Icelandic man’s chest and bobbed up and down enthusiastically.
From underneath them, Josh roused himself to move. He sat up and leveled himself with Pax’s groin. Twining his arms around his waist, he swallowed Pax’s tool, sucking hard on the throbbing organ. He moved a hand down to stroke the back of Josh’s neck as he moved his pelvis upward to meet his throat.
The young American twisted his tongue around the fleshy rod and pushed it back into his esophagus. Pax grabbed a tuft of Josh’s hair, bucking his hips, and nearly chocking his friend, as he came. Josh swallowed the sticky, warm fluid and backed away from Pax’s crotch.
No longer seeing worried about harming the blonde one, Oli took his cue to finish. He bent Pax over and sent himself to completion, emptying himself into his tanned friend, relieved after holding back for as long as he had.
He was glad he had shaved his balls that morning.~