I have never spent much time thinking about the consequences of my choices, especially not when I was younger. I just deal with it, although later often I curse myself for being stupid but sometimes I enjoy the unexpected outcome. One of these unexpected joys was my railway holiday back in 1992, although even before I was in the first train from Amsterdam to Cologne I thought it would end as a disaster.
I was 18 years old and had a summer job at a laundry company saving money for my driving lessons. One night I was driving silly with my moped, crashed into a car and broke my leg. I ended up with a long leg cast, which in the early 90th was made out of old-fashioned heavy plaster cast. My knee was bent, my foot didn't touch the ground and my toes were on a cast plate. I had to use crutches all the time and I wasn't able to lean on my cast.
Deciding to go on a railway journey while being so limited was a decision I didn't think through. I skipped more and more stuff to carry in my rucksack because I couldn't carry much. Took all the money I saved for my driving license and bought a European teenage summer ticket for two weeks.
In all of Europe these kinds of tickets were very popular back then and despite it being generally known as a teenage ticket, everyone up to the age of 23 could use it during the summer months and travel unlimited through most Western and some Eastern European countries.
I was excited when my parents dropped me off at the railway station in Utrecht to start my 2 week adventure. I assured them everything was fine, but as I sat down I was exhausted from just walking on crutches for just a few meters. And that's when I started having doubts about my plan.
The train left for Cologne. From there I took the next train to Frankfurt where I wanted to make my first stop. I didn't have a plan or searched for hostel addresses when I was still at home, so when I arrived I was, and I guess I looked, pretty helpless. Just outside the station an old woman blocked my way.
"Liebe machen? Liebe machen? 10 mark!"
She said as if it were the only German words she knew. I was flabbergasted. Didn't know what to do or to say. She looked like a tramp, had no teeth which made her look so old and ragged. Thinking back she probably wasn't that old after all. She was wearing a long thick coat despite it being summer, a long dirty wool skirt and worn old loafers. She was clearly from an eastern European country, had come to a big western city for a better life but didn't find it. Back then we often saw the misery of people living in former communist countries on television, saw how poor they were and how hard life had been. The general tenor was they were all victims and needed our help.
I felt sorry for her and just wanted to give her some money without asking for anything in return. I lifted my casted leg on the handle of my crutch and handed her the other one. Took my wallet and before I could take out some coins she grabbed a 50 mark bill out of it.
"GroΓe Liebe machen Junge. Komm!"
She handed me my crutch and didn't seem to hear any of my complaints. She went back inside the building, through doors and into stinking dark corridors. I could hardly follow her but eventually she stopped in a corner of the parking garage. She opened my jeans and took out my dick in a split second while she pushed me against the wall. She got down on her knees, took my weak dick in her toothless mouth and started pounding, sucking. This was the first time someone sucked my dick and when her soft gums went over my hard dick I quickly forgot about her ragged looks. I just moaned looking around.
Suddenly, out of nowhere two police officers blocked our corner. Throwing a crutch toward them the hooker quickly ran off. The officers didn't attempt to stop her and just looked at me.