Date

thoughts, well accounts really:

Su 30-12-2000

And open again

You can go again: luckily the license materialized just in time for the new year!

Shaft closed again

Special law enforcement officers have closed my fav cruisebar again last weekend. Apparently not all is going to plan with the lisences. The GGD (local health and hygiene org) has a few things they want done before it reopens.

If you ask me Ben and Richard are being used by Mr. Rutteman, Rotterdam Horeca tycoon. The shaft originally was the bar and clubspace of the MSR (rotterdam motorclub) It was housed in Rutteman's Gay Palace building, which is currently completely being rebuilt, so they moved to a temporary location they got from him. This guy however is using them to get the license back for these premises that was closed earlier by police because of drugs and other criminality. I hope they succeed to convince local authorities, but Ben and Richard are not the worlds best strategists. They had a great allye and promotor in a famous Dutch writer/opinion leader: professor dr. Pim Fortuin, who often wrote and told in interviews that the Shaft was his favorite place in the world. But since he made public that he was interested in buying Gay Palace and Shaft, they've become adversaries, while Pim is probably the only person who could solve their license problems and discussions with authorities about things like the necessity of a ladies room in a gay sex bar.

Tu 28-11-2000

Halflife servicing
had a medical checkup

On the day that the euthanasia law was passed by our parliament I went to my local GP to check out if there were any prostate problems, wether the cholesterol-level is alright and to get a viagra prescription. Bloodpressure and longs were all just fine. I'll keep you updated on the outcome of the tests and how the viagra enhances my experiences.

Sun 26-11-2000

Köln revisited
a day at the Römertor!

Did a show in Mainz on wednesday 22-11 and had 2 more on friday and saturday in Schwerte and Düsseldorf so since Köln is inbetween I thought I might just as well visit my favorite haunt there: the Sauna am Römertor on the Friesenstraße.

I really rate it nr 1 gay sauna in the WORLD! To start off: the building is a veritable palace; columns 1 meter thick, terraces, a roman palazzo style swimming pool, great long corridors with benches along the way for casual conversation/cruising; very clever gloryholes between dark labirinth and videocinema, dry sauna with huge window for a view on the pool action, superb bubble pool with enormous jet power, amazing steamroom, and a bar/restaurant what would have been a favorite haunt for the old king LudwigII of Bavaria: Canopy over the bar, and a beauty of a fireplace that is actually always burning woodlogs, and then there is the tiling: anywhere you look it's different, done with style, fantasy and imagination. Like, if you shower coming out of the steam you're actually standing in a great big paintingframe.

Why does it take so many lines to go over the building qualities coz I have not gotten to the best stuff yet: the main quality: the patrons. Each time I've been there was a blast from beginning to end: This time I got blown 2 minits after coming down from the lockers. And Left with a dick feeling sore from fucking, sucking, stroking and coming 3 times. I rimmed an amazing safetyguard kind of giant with huge pecs, arms that four of my hands could not encircle, a dive-in-ass, I rimmed all the juices out for a full hour, perfect dick, that just fitted through my throat, jum legs, cute nose/eyes a-a-and: sense of humour! This is how he looked (really; only his face looked more like this)

The last bit here has tobe the scene that happened in the maze. It's pretty dark there, so you cnnot see who you're dealing with. It must havwe been a pretty old guy. He just touched my arm, ever so slightly, but did not retract; just left it there. I always try to show as much respect for old gay men as I can so I just kept standing there, also not retreating. After minutes of no other action that just our static touch his touch evolved in ever so slight movement, evolving further in ever so slight stroking, after about an hour nothing further had happened than mere casual stroking of my arms and waist and shoulders. Just as I thought: this is not going any further; I'll walk away he moved ever so slightly on to my face and another half hour later to my nipples and than to my ass and then finally fingering my asshole and working my nipples in a manner I'm used to: with force. By now it had gotten pretty busy around us and the scene watered down to a more general multi fuck/jerk session and I lost the stroker and came for the third time. I'd been there for 6 hours; pfeww . . .

Sa 11-11-2000

Shaft is Back
And HOW!

More than a month has past since my last submission here. A lot of work has been done. Montezuma's première is behind me now, thank God. So finally some time to go check out the new Shaft At s'Gravendijkwal 102 in Rotterdam. Yes it's even nearer now: only 8 mins on the motorbike.
It has a great bar, bigger, a dancefloor, extended room for the dj, great big play areas, a wet play area, In the dark area the nice well-timed fading lights are back. they were in the original place but hardly ever worked there. Good sanitation, very clean compared to the old place, great lockers, and a hotel coming too: That willbe sooooo great, xcan hardly wait to spend a whole night there

The Delftboys pages will go online coming month. If you want to have a first peek: mail me now and you'll get a private preview before the official opening.

Tu 10-03-2000

Pfew!
this should not happen too often!

Was already tired when I got in last night at Laundryday: Stressfull day at work. Returned home at 8.30 Wasdag starts at 9 and I still had to eat! Managed to drag myself there just in time. And, yes, just one of those days, it was even more stressfull there: Four guys with jockstraps and real nice big dicks. Just fine, I hear you say, well: NOT! They were of the arrogant bastards type. Anybody else interested was elbowed away or in a very rude way made clear to back off. Well, you may have the greatest asses and dicks, and they sure did, but, no, not our Wasdag you don't! So after having watched these proceedings for quite some time without any change of attitude I thought enough is enough!

I told them they could just as well have fucked each other at home and switched on the worklights to make it plain: it was time for them to go. In the unlikely case that they read this: they are welcome to come back, if they can leave the selfcenteredness at home. It pays I'm tellinya. We on our part have also sent the other annoying guy home as well! He has been warned too often and just keeps groping everybody who's not interested. After the four dicks went it turned out to be a really really great memorable night. My tiredness was gone and everybody was relieved the dicks were told of. I was amazed, coz they did have gorgeous bodies, but it seems clear now; Wasdag has to have a no attitude no arrogance policy. We're just too small-town, too survive otherwise. In the Shaft they can get away with a few arro's, not many will notice 'm in a big place like that. We cannot afford it with all the sex going on in and around the dancefloor instead of dark corners. A good time was had by all, including Jack our barman, who rarely joins in. I have to mention two great guys: one from the Hague one a tourist from South Africa (!!) kept our dicks hard, mouths filled until 5AM. Once home I found this message from Corrie (our DJ) in the in-box:

Sorry, it's in Dutch and partly in South-African:

En dan dagt je: tis verloren en je denkt bij je eigen: tja de jeugd van hedenwoordig, en hoe moet dat nou als wij oud en hulpbehoeftig zijn geworden in casu van die dingen... En dan .... zijn er nog fijne lieftallige jongeren met goede smaak en goede verantwoordelijkheid en meer van deze zaken die van leuke dingen houden, en dan denk je... ALL IS NOT LOST of ALLES IS NOG NIET VERLOREN NIE... voor de zuidafrikanen onder ons...
met vriendelijke doch dwingende groeten van Corina, barones van put tot dweil...

a few people (including me) will not be very productive today. Just heard I'll be doing the Montezuma lightdesign, so off to work NOW doei

and if this has made you curious or wanna come around, go check out: laundry site

Fr 09-29-2000

I had not been there for years, but since it used to be my fav local wateringhole in the days when I studied architecture and I was in a sentimental mood I went to "De Klok" again last nite.

Met Piet there at the bar. He's an old friend who lived at my place between 1978 and 1984. He's an actor and quite a local caracter here in Delft: very outspoken, to say the least.

While there another nice tall guy entered with his girlfriend (female, the original sort). Piet seemed to know the guy and asked: "So when was the last time you sucked a good dick?" The answer came out without hesitation: "Two weeks before I met her", on which the girlfriend answered: "which was 6 months ago, so there". Now that is a relaxed couple in my book!

Piet then continued to explain their history to me: "You know I had sex with this guy more than 20 years ago in your bed!" Piet just never fails to amaze.

"This needs some explanation" I went on and so Piet proceeded: "I met him in our famous pisbak (cottage) at the Koornbeurs, you know: It was quite a memorable first meet: He came in there, kissed me and then just spit me flat in the face saying: 'Jij vuile vieze flikker' (You dirty old queen). Now in those days I did not find that in the least arousing, just offensive, so I did nothing but beat him up and went home.

Funny thing was, he followed me, which I found pretty annoying, thinking he wanted revenge. So when I got near home I thought I'd better confront him first. I turned around and asked 'Now What do you want, another beating?' on which he replied 'no, I want you to fuck my face'." That did the trick: Piet's mood changed instantly and he invited him in. Because his room was in a terrible mess in those days (and still is now), and I was on tour, they proceeded with the facefucking in my bed.

This ended in the agreement that I would not mind the use of my bed, after all those years, if they would not object to me publishing the story here. On that we all 4 had another drink. And the guy, still don't know his name, told me he was the construction worker who biolt all the sound isolation, airvents and entrance in our DWH building (gay community center in Delft) . . . weird.

Fr 09-24-2000

Vagevuur, definitely the best in the country

Will not go into it in too much detail, but was at Skatnight yesterday, as planned. Hotel was full, so I had to go back home and thus keep the drinking to a minimum: it is over an hour on the bike even at 170 km/h (oops), but we're not there for the drinks, right: the food is the main attraction. Soolfood too and really, really, really real men. Hopped into Shaft on the way back, was still nice too at 4 AM!

little teazer cut from Itch, Vagevuur's online mag:
in Dutch, coz it's written so nice
tried to do it justice in my translation below

Een jaar of wat geleden mopperde ik in de Itch over "De geile vingeraar". Dat is zo'n type die plotseling achter je staat met zijn vinger in jouw reet, zonder even te kijken of het klikt. Het heeft geholpen, want ik zie, of liever, ik voel ze niet meer. Maar er lopen nog genoeg andere vervelia's rond. Mag ik weer even ? Het is gezellig op een pis-party. Ik zit op mijn knieën een lekkere lul te pijpen. Opeens een straal pis over mijn kop, in mijn ogen. Is dat ook lekker ? Dan niet. Nog erger: ik zit op mijn knieën uit te hijgen van een duidelijk hoorbaar orgasme. Zo, ik heb het even gehad Schuifelt er opeens iemand naar je toe en begint over je heen te pissen. Verkeerde timing, debiel ! Dan nog de laarzenpissers. Sommige types vinden dat geil: soppen in de pis in je laarzen. Weer anderen dragen laarzen om droge voeten te houden. Ik stop ook mijn sigaretten in mijn laarzen. Bedankt, gen !

english:
A while back I moaned in these columns about "the horny finger guy", a weirdo who suddenly stands behind you and sticks his finger up your arse, without even checking if you're in front if you might pooibly enjoy that. It has helped; I do not see, eh, feel him anymore. But there are still a few other annoyah's around: Do you have a few secs? It can be great fun, the piss party: I'm on my knees, merrily slurping a great dick, suddenly a yellow jet hit's my face, my eyes to be exact. Nice? I don't think so. Even worse: On my knees again, still panting after a loud and clear orgasm. Another mentally defective comes up to me and wets all my clothes. Wrong timing, moron! And then there's the bootpissers: Some find it utter bliss, slopping in pissfilled waders, but there are still a few (insane types, hey!) of those who wear boots to keep the feet dry, I keep my fags in my boots. Thanx KNOB!

Tu 09-19-2000

first bit:
Yeah, ah..
Ehmmmm
about our own place

this actually was the first contribution here;
the two entries below have been written later
but fit chronologically

I've planned to make this a column about my true sexual exploits. So what have I been doing the past weeks:
Lots of fun on Laundryday! Yesterday was really nice, our old friend from Amsterdam was there and he promissed me to assist in setting up a pay website. Further I did not engage in any sex last nite, just talked and we all agreed the atmosphere was really good again and very low on arrogance. That's always good. The new barman fits in nicely, has great dick too. Next week is shoes only again, always busiest day of the month.

Sun 09-17-2000

Amsterdam

Had planned to visit the bisulian pervert in London this weekend as a nice conclusion of my summer recess period. But truckerblockades due to the fuel price crisis forced me to abandon this motorbiketrip or maybe postpone it to oktober. I did mail him the picture album with Martin and Willem drawings that I planned to give him and just hope it does not get held up by mediaeval British Customs.
instead I visited the Amsterdam bars; Cuckoos nest, Web, Argos and Dirty Dicks which was nicest as usual. Had a nice piss session again in the ustairs cornertoilet, with about 3 other guys. And at the end had a surprise session; I was just loitering at the top of the stairs deciding wether it was time to leave. A skinheadguy sat down on the opposite bench and just fixed his eyes on me. I cannot remember who broke the stalemate but it ended with him fingering my ass and then feeding me his fingers and what was on it, followed by a heavy kissing session. Hmmm! Decided there and then to go to VagevuurScat the weekend of 23-09 even though their hotel is full. I can always go back home on the bike, just have to take care with the drinks.

Shaft

They finally are going to move! end of this month the rebuilding gets going again and they'll be relocating for that period. Next spring they will reopen in the original Gay Palace building which will then be run by "the professor": our good old dr. Pim Fortuyn! Hope to see a bit more of the new saturdaybarman Tom! He is just all smiles to me, I do not know how I deserved that, but now he does, who am I to complain! He is small, but has an incredibly gorgeous tight body, also a tight asshole, which only seems to accomodate one finger. Also has some great chest & shoulder tattoos. And then his DICK! What a joy to behold! Nice fat, an impressive Appadravya through the head. He said he wanted to go for a piss, so I said: thanx, I'd like that! He thus gave it straight there and then. And after that comes around whenever he has to pee again. Last nite he came around with an empty glass, when I was talking to old aquaintances. He just took out his dick, filled the glas and offered it. The company I was in was just flabbergasted. It tastes really good too, he drinks cola all night so you can easily down the whole glass in one go or just savour it slowly. Just love this new mr.T!