I had a quick currywurst after my eventful morning, still feeling the creamy gooeyness of my morning exploit.  Finally, my first load of the long weekend!

Now it was time to get ready for the evening's main event:  the Biohazard Group Sex Party.  After a quick shower, I made my way down to Schoneberg that afternoon and popped into the local sex shop to see if there was any hot new gear that I could get to show off that night.  I obviously picked up a bottle of lube - no self-respecting bottom goes without it - and a snug new black jockstrap.  I also found a selection of t-shirts with various words on them that were apparently intended to convey just what kind of slut you were; there were some for "Pitcher" (top), "Dominant", etc. - I picked up the two that I felt described me the most:  "Catcher" and "Toxic".  I was, after all, headed to a bareback sex party that evening.  I could see a small smirk from the guy behind the till once he glimsped the words on my t-shirts - hopefully I'd see him later on and he could experience it for sure.

The rest of the afternoon was fairly uneventful.  I tried to find another load or two before the evening, but to no avail.  It honestly wasn't very surprising considering most guys wanted to save their cum for whatever action was abound for the evening.  At around 7 p.m., I relaxed into bed with my vibrator and made sure that there was no issue with being too tight for the evening.  Finally, after some time, the event I was waiting all weekend for came around.  I put on that brand new black jockstrap along with the "Toxic" shirt; everyone at that party knows what they were getting into, so this is no place for apologies.  I grabbed a light jacket to put over it, as it was a bit chilly that evening, and made the short walk to the club hosting the party.  There was a LONG queue outside which gave me a good idea of the caliber of men to expect inside.  It was quite a range of types, which I like - I find many types of men sexy.  One by one, we're all let inside and handed a bag to put any clothing to check in; unlike the previous evening, you had the option to remain somewhat clothed in case you were wearing any fetish gear.  I undressed down to the jockstrap and descriptive t-shirt, checked in the bag, and headed down the stairs not fully knowing what exactly was awaiting me.

Although I got there fairly early, there were quite a few men already there having sex once I stepped through the main dungeon doors.  I made a slow walk-through of the whole club, checking out the men.  Afterwards, I got a drink at the bar and found an empty corner to relax and clear my head before trying for dick.  I kept my eyes peeled on any guys walking by; after the last bit of my lager, I felt a strong hand brush up against my side.  To my pleasure, it was my hot stud from the morning joining the party!  We greeted each other with a hot snog, and I let him fondle all over me as we started to attract some attention.  This turned the both of us on even more, and I whispered in his ear "let's give them a show" and then dropped to my knees to begin sucking his cock again.  A few of our spectators then moved closer, which let to a small group circling around me with cocks out just begging for attention.  I made my way from member to member until the point where my morning buddy got behind me and raised my hips.  It was time to start fucking.  One of the older guys in the group, then offered me a hit of his poppers and I took a good hit.  Slowly I felt the same thick cock glide inside me once again, and I let out a sound of ecstasy.  I was guided over to where I was leaning against the wall, bent slightly over with ass out for all takers.  Over what seemed like an hour, at least 5 guys kept taking turns stuffing my insides with meaty uncut cock.  Each time one seemed to get too close to the edge, they'd stop and let another guy in.  I knew no one wanted to blast their seed too early, but each time it made me crave their cum more and more. 

After a bit, it was breaktime, the group around me disbanded, and I went to the bar for another drink and sat down to relax.  After finishing, I made my way around the club again when I caught the eye of a beefy Spaniard who intercepted my path.  We started making out and playing and then we were joined by the hot daddy with poppers from the earlier group.  The daddy stood in front of me to suck his cock which he fed me a good hit of his little brown bottle for the hot Spanish guy to have his turn.  This guy was quite the fucker, too!  His cock wasn't too huge, but what he had could work me quite well.  He said something to me in Spanish after a bit - which he could tell I didn't understand so he repeated in English:  "you should let my husband in that hot ass of yours!".  I then saw what he was talking about:  A hot blond muscle man with a thick 9 inches standing at attention.  This guy really went for it inside me.  I love it when a top fucks me so good that I'm practically screaming with pleasure.   He went for a bit and then my popper daddy took another turn.  Shortly after, one of them noticed that the sling freed up and then led me over and strapped me in.  This led to a constant tag team by the three where I'm now so horny for jizz I can't stand it anymore.  My stocky Spanish guy then took the reins again, gave me a short nod, and I grabbed on for dear life knowing that this was the moment I was waiting for.  A few more pumps and I could feel the pulsing of his six and a half inches while he groaned above me.  Once done, he slipped out and let poppers daddy back in - and just in time, too!  Another hot series of grunts and that warm sticky feeling of a man unleashing his pent-up energy all over my guts.  He took a little while after shooting before his cock was also spent, and he eased out as well.  Now the hot blond muscle man was ready as well.  He had the biggest cock of them all, and pushed the two poz cumloads deeper.  This guy was really wanting to let me know who's boss and started to get verbal as he reinserted himself inside.

"Yeah boy, you love that poz cum, don't ya?"

"Fuck yes, sir.  Give me that dirty seed!"

"Beg for it boy!  I won't shoot until I'm satisfied you want it."

"Please sir.  PLEASE!  Give me that hot poz cum!"

We contined back and forth for aabout another minute of verbal poz talk and then he knew just how badly I wanted it; just how badly I needed it; just how badly I DESERVED it!  He then let out one of the loudest grunts I've heard all weekend and all nine inches of cock blasted a coating of milky man butter inside me.  Cum so fresh from the balls that you can feel the warmth of it as each rope volleys against the walls of your insides.  My three hot tops then caught their breath elsewhere, leaving me in the sling like a worthless cum-dump; just what I wanted.  

By this point in the night, the crowd of the party started to thin out.  I stuck around for a little while longer and took a few more cocks, but no more loads.  This is by far the best experience I've had at a sex club to that point.  At around 5 in the morning, I figured I had as much as I could, so I got my clothes and got dressed.  I had the best night sleep that night after receiving around 4 of the biggest loads I've ever felt.  Only one more night left of the weekend, and I was wondering how I was going to cap it off.  Hopefully I could get one more good load to give this weekend the finish it deserved...

**to be continued**