Five years ago, I uprooted my entire life in America for the opportunity of a lifetime:  the chance to live and work in London!  I met with a fuckbuddy of mine stateside not long after finding out.  He was a bit disappointed, as we would no longer be having sex so often, but he mentioned that once I got settled in, I should take a trip to Berlin and really pig out.  Specifically, he suggested I turn up during Folsom week and I did just that.  Booked my trip that year, and planned on staying around a few days and tour around (as I'd never been there before).  I had a plan:  spend the first few days taking cock after cock until I couldn't take it anymore and blast my pent up load into some lucky bottom boy on the last day.  Good plans, though, never seem to pan out as you'd think though.

Leading up to the week of Folsom, I had some hot action with a couple guys in London.  Both, as it turned out, lived in Berlin for brief periods of time and gave me the lowdown of what to do and where to go.  That turned out to be far more helpful than I could imagine.  They were also some hot fucks, too, but I'll save that for a later post. ?  

Turning up on Thursday afternoon, the Folsom weekend was just getting started.  After needing to catch my flight out of London at an obscenely early time of the day, I checked into my hotel near Schoneberg and took a small cat-nap.  I awoke to the most torrential rainstorm I'd seen in ages.  Thankfully, it didn't last too long.  I made my way down to the centre of Schoneberg and started exploring.  Popped into a few shops that sold various leather and fetish gear.  I had to get myself ready for the weekend that would ensue.  Picked up some lube, a harness, a new black jockstrap, and two t-shirts:  one that just said "bottom" and a second that said "toxic".  I had plans for both >:-)  

It was a few hours until the evening events started, so I fired up the apps to check out the potential.  One guy asked if I was headed to the naked party that night at Lab.oratory.  I wasn't aware of that one, and I also had a fear of just being nude.  At this time, I wasn't too in-shape, but not too out-of-shape either.  I figured to just throw caution to the wind, though, and make my way there, having no expectations.  I arrived where I was handed a bag for my things and directed to the changing room where I undressed to everything but my shoes.  A hot young attendant then wrote a number on my shoulder in black marker and sent me on my way to enjoy the evening.

I really had no idea where to begin.  This place was HUGE!  And the men kept flowing in, one by one.  Many different ages, shapes, and body types.  I think that put me a little more at ease.  It wasn't long before a younger guy approached me, and started stroking my cock.  He was definitely looking to bottom, which I wasn't planning to do so early in the weekend.  That didn't stop a bit slut like me though, and we found a spot and ravished each other for a bit.  I made it a point to stop short before blasting off, though, as once I shoot my wad it's very difficult and painful for me to bottom right afterwards.  We took a breather, and I told him to find me later on; figure if he really wanted my load, he'd find me at the end of the night when I was ready to blast it off.

The night continued and soon enough, an older guy came up to me and started chatting me up a bit.  We snuck off to a corner, and again started stroking me like the bottom he was.  So far, my weekend wasn't going according to plan.  I didn't turn him down, though, and gladly fucked him for a while - making sure not to blast off a load too early.

Many bottom men abound that night.  I continued on for a bit where I was mostly topping.  Carried on until I was ready to go, and found my young boy from earlier.  We found a small corner, and I resumed working his tight perky hole.  I'm sure like most bottoms that evening, he was expecting me to get close and then stop again.  He was wrong.  I did tease him a bit, though, and stopped stroking once I got close, but left my cock inside.  Once coming off the edge, I slowly started again.  He moaned in mild pleasure that I didn't just pull out and move on.  I kept going, slowly working up the pace until edging again.  As before, I thrusted my whole cock inside and stopped until the feeling of bursting subsided.  Then I started the slow fucking again.  It was at this second go that my bottom boy knew something was different.  He started to think he was finally going to have a man go all the way and blast him with the sticky goodness we both knew he wanted so badly.  I wasn't going to let him go without a tease and edged myself a third time before backing down.  It was then that my boy knew I was going to breed him and started begging.  I started slow fuck #4 and worked my way up slower than before.  It's at this point that I must say that since I grew up in America, I obviously am circumcised.  One benefit of that is that it seems that once my cock gets close to cumming hard, the cock head gets super firm.  If you're a bottom, you definitely notice this.  My bottom boy could feel after each edging session that my head was feeling more and more plump. Stroking a little more definitively on my fourth round, this was VERY noticeable.  I looked him in the eye, gave him a slight nod and whispered "yeah".  Even with a language barrier, a bottom knows when this means.  I start working myself up more and more and then slammed my whole shaft in and let loose.  Each intense spurt emptying inside his ass painting his insides milky white.  He exclaimed in passion feeling every last drop of my seed emptying into him.  We gave each other a finishing kiss, and I sent him on his way, whispering "now you're lubed up for the next one" as I let him walk off.  I went back to the changing room and got dressed.  Made the long trek back to the hotel and went to sleep hoping that tomorrow would deliver the action I desperately wanted and deserved.

To my excitement, it did....

**to be continued""