Let's be honest, I love topping.  I love the feeling of empyting my built up wad inside a tight willing hole.  But my ass tends to get jealous when everyone else around me gets a bit of action.  Like a picket fence, the walls of my hole have a need to be constantly white-washed with a good creamy coat.

After an eventful first day in Berlin and blasting my seed in a bottom boy, my hope was that luck would be on my side on day 2 and that I'll get a good pounding and breeding of my own - or at least more than one.  When I awoke from my previous evening's excursion, I signed online to check the apps/websites for anyone looking for the early-bird special ?.  

It didn't take long for some interest to be feigned.  A handsome Germany guy who was staying in a hotel a few streets over invited me by for some hot action.  He showed me some pictures of a nice furry chest and a decent sized uncut tool to boot.  I freshened up quick and made my way over.  I arrived at his hotel room to find him totally naked and ready for action.  He let me in and we went for a good snog; before I knew it, I dropped straight to my knees to give his man meat a good oral massage to prepare it for what I've been waiting for.

A little bit about me and oral sex:  I LOVE getting fucked, but i'm not one of those bottoms who bobs up and down on a cock for barely 30 seconds before turning around and begging to get fucked.  That, to me, reeks of desperation and is  bit of a turn-off.  I get super turned on by hearing a guy's soft moans, as he experiences the warmth of my tongue on his member.  Like any other time I've worked my mouth magic on a top guy, I suck as long as he'll let me.  I'll let him direct me when HE is ready.

My sexy man let me work my magic for what had to be around 20 minutes, moaning in ecstasy the whole time.  Nothing too intense, though, so I could tell that he was nowhere near close to erupting.  After that, I felt his gentle caress on my right cheek, and I could tell that meant that he was ready to proceed to to next step.  I eased upwards until I was standing in front of him; he turned me around and gently shoved me onto the bed.  He then handed me a bottle of poppers, and I took that inaugural hit.  No sooner than I let out a post-hit sigh that he gently pushed his way inside of me.  There's nothing hotter than the gentle feeling of a thick tool working its way inside of you after you've been craving it for so long.

He alternated between a good gentle lover to a hard-pounding stud over what seemed like an hour.  Every so often, I'd take another hit of Jungle Juice to keep myself wanting it more and more.  For a while it seemed like he's never cum!  Finally, out of nowhere, my hairy man gave me 4 strong pumps of his cock and I felt what seemed like the biggest eruption of spooge that I've experienced in my life!  The kind that if it were out in the open would spray literally EVERYWHERE!  

We caught our breath and talked about our plans for the day.  Like me, it turns out my cum cannon top was going to be attending that evening's Biohazard party (a big sexy party for supposedly "poz only" men).  I left his hotel room saying that I hoped to see him around later at the party.  Little did I know then that my new stud would help along one of the biggest reversals of sexual fortune that I've experienced in a while...

And it's barely even lunchtime!

**to be continued""