I was reading a biography of Freddie Mercury once when suddenly it explored his homosexual adventures and what it said about him. I don't know how true it was, but one alleged habit of his had me hooked. He was in the habit of going to clubs and having every top in the place sodomise him....sometimes for whole weekends at a time. Now I was dubious: the place had to close at some point? But the image just stayed with me. I imagined  myself up on wall, my pants in tatters, staring at my next copulator as he inserted himself uninvited into my arse. A heaving beast of a man, his unintelligent stare fixed on his own pumping dick, amazed at how loose my arse was to be serviced by him. The next man is prodding him, telling him to hurry up so he could have a turn. My arse cannot hurt because it has been fucked smooth by these animal fornicators! So much cum, so much fucking.

 We were backpacking through Europe, having a great time, when we finally hit Amsterdam. The place was so uninhibited, mainly because of the pot cafes, but it was fantastic. We stayed in a house close to a canal, which reflected the neon sign for the gay club behind our street. We were definitely in luck, because they were having a lesbian night and a gangbang night when we were in town. I was getting ready to try and talk my wife into having a go when she announced she would be going with two British girls, so I might as well try my luck the next night at the gangbang night. 

The next morning I go outside and find my wife without knickers, her dress hiked up, getting fingered by a Hispanic looking girl, while she is fingering one of the Brits while kissing the other Brit in a jumble worthy of the best scifi. They head into the showers and after what seems like ages, emerge again. My wife fills me in, getting me more excited, and then tops off the cake with the news that they're keeping the club open all weekend. She spills the beans...endless quiff on offer to the Aussie girl with her Aussie accent. She had a woman who was as black as Grace Jones, except where she was pink. She had blondes and redheads, auburn hued beauties and bald dykes. She had possibly been fisted by a nubile, winsome wench, and definitely got her fist up one or two or more. No doubt about it, she definitely liked shagging women, and when we got home, they would be on the menu.

My wife is going out again with her pussy posse...a Dutch girl is having them over for a contination. She is very excited, both for herself and me, though I think she may have come out on top. The club doesn't open for three more hours so I settle in to wait. A couple of days of fucking, with the thumbs up from the wife. I imagine how good it is going to be. Even if there are only a few tops, there will be plenty of dick because no matter how gay you are, you want to be satisfied.

I wake up many hours later. I feel like shit. My body aches all over, my head is stuffed up, my lungs congested. I have the flu. The closest I have come to being like Freddy is passing before my diseased ravaged body. Even if I recover within 24hours, it will still be too late because we're due in Arnhem in a day or so. Fuck!