After my back-to-back intense fuck sessions, I got dressed and headed out on the town.  It was Wednesday night, and Folsom was only just kicking into gear.  Not really knowing if I was going to top what's already occurred, I didn't want to keep thinking in regret for not trying.  There was a bit more play here and there, but nothing along the lines of my two hot men earlier in the day.  I called it a night about 2 a.m., not having shot my own load yet.  The next night was going to be the big naked night at Laboratory, and wanted to conserve my energy.

Good thing I did; this turned out to be the sluttiest night of my life.  A record that still stands 2 years later.

The best thing to do was to get a good night's rest; mostly to ensure that I could be out as late as I could without feeling too tired.  I headed out early afternoon to check out some of the shops - got a few more new jocks and skivvies, a pocket size bottle of lube, and a few other random accessories.  One has to stay prepared.  The afternoon was mostly uneventful outside of that.  Only a random message here and there on the apps, but nothing that really intrigued me.  A couple of the guys messaging also said they'd be at that same naked party in the evening and we left it at "say hi if you see me there".  I honestly didn't think too much of them at that point (similar to the "LA lunch" - you may say it, but you never actually go through with it).  After a nap, I showered off and spent the next bit in bed working myself with my dildo.  The last thing I wanted was to turn up and have a group of guys all wanting to plow me, only to be too tight to take any of them.  At around half-8, the moment of truth arrived, and I made my way over to the party not knowing what was in store.

If you've never been, Laboratory is huge.  It's also over on the old east side of Berlin away from much of the other gay area.  Once inside, I checked in, got undressed, took a deep breath and headed straight to the bar.  I'd done this before, but about 50 pounds heavier and far more of an alcoholic than I was now; I quit the bottle as part of my overall health kick.  More than anything, I was quite curious how different the experience might be now that I was now more of an "otter" than a "bear".  I grabbed a cola and drank it down while checking out the available men.  These naked nights entail each person being marked with a number upon entry in order for the bar staff to know who to charge for a drink, since you're obviously not carrying a wallet.  I decided to make the night  a game and keep track of the highest and lowest number of the guys I would up with.

Finishing off my cola, I walked around a bit until I got to the small room near the bar that's totally dark.  There are guys playing everywhere, but this is proper dark-room style play.  Almost instantly, I felt a slow caress on my left butt-cheek.  I turned around to find a slim guy, slightly taller than me, and darker skinned.  I don't know what he said next, but I just got right on my knees and started working his cock.  Nice sized - about 8 inches - and he was def a moaner while I worked it.  Before I knew it, my slut ass was turned around, lubed up, and I felt every inch penetrating me.  Now facing the other direction moaning intensely, I saw a small line of guys in front of me.  Eyeing one in particular, I fixated on his swelling cock.  It was a bit difficult to ask him to suck it while I was "unnhh"ing like crazy, but thankfully he got the hint and stepped forward.  Cock on both ends!  They took turns, switching over after a spell before stopping to catch their breath.  One downside to these parties as a bottom is that no one wants to be the first to cum - it would be a while before a guy would actually load me, unless he was 22 and able to jizz at the drop of a hat.  They'd barely walked off before I felt a hand on my lower back guiding me to stay in position; without turning around, next guy has his way, but also no creamy finish.  This happened about three more times over the next hour.  

During a break in the action, I stammered back to the bar for another drink.  There's only so much dick you can handle without taking a little breather.  Finishing this off, I made my way over to the other end of the club where there was a more open area full of naked men.  I would up next to a southern European guy who was clearly in his early 20s; I'm nearly twice his age, so I wasn't expecting anything.  Next think I knew, though he offered up his rather large, thick cut cock to my salivating mouth.  Who was I to say no?  Before I new it, he guided me back up on the bench, ass forward and face up.  I handed him my lube for him to use; to my satisfaction, he put it straight on him, no condom.  He was thick, so it was good that I'd been freshly fucked beforehand; especially since he was an intense hard fucker!  Once he was in me, he gave me quite the ride!  Because of my sounds, we attracted a small crowd around us.  I was so ensconced watching him give it to me that I could barely see the slight change in his face.  After a few more quick pumps, I felt him slam his cock all the way in and BAM; a hot warm sensation deep inside me.  How could I have missed the signs?  I grabbed his hips and held him in me until I knew he was done shooting.  Another notch for him; and finally bred after the 7th dude.   The crowd around us dispersed after he pulled out, so no sloppy seconds from anyone nearby.  Seemed a shame. 

I made another pass around the club and once again found myself back in the darker area.  This time, I walked by a guy with a familiar looking face - turns out one of my app buddies from earlier did find me!  We snogged briefly before he pushed me up against a barrel to lean me over - and inserted his cock to find a nice wet surprise; a fresh load waiting to lube him up.  He clearly enjoyed it, but it may have been a bit much for him.  Seeing that it may make him cum sooner than he thought, he stopped and started off and on for the next ten minutes.  Clearly he thought it too early to shoot off his own seed.  He moved on, and I decided to just stay in position ready for the next guy.  I didn't have to wait long.  The next hour or so saw another 5 guys take their turn on my by-now wrecked hole, but each one stopping short before going over the edge. 

By this point, I needed another break.  I wasn't sure of the actual time by now, but it did look like the place had hit its peak, and the sea of men started to slowly recede; although, there were still quite a few left.  I headed over toward an area I hadn't been yet, to see what was around.  I shortly made eye contact with a guy that had long, curly hair, and one of the biggest uncut monster cocks I'd seen.  This was easily 9 inches with a definitive rightward curve.  He grabbed me and guided me over to a spot where I could sit up a bit and position myself to take him.  The curve was not going to make this easy, but he was thankfully patient.  Twelve different men had their turn before him, so I was loose enough.  In a nice change of pace, though, this guy fucked a little more passionately and less intensely.  Not slow, either; this was more along the lines of those romantic boyfriend fucks we all dream about.  Locked in each others arms, we were passionately kissing each other, looking in one another's eyes.  All the while, feeling every inch going in and out.  I used the opportunity to run my hands all through the ample hair on his chest, begging him not to stop.  This went on for easily 20 minutes; by far the most romantic fuck of the day.  He pushed all the way in and held it there, giving me a deep kiss.  Unlocking his lips from mine, he looked deep in my eyes and gave me a slight nod.  Knowing what this meant, I gave a sheepish nod back, grabbed the sides of his chest and braced.  Restarting slowly, I was now paying attention to his slight grunts, each one growing just a little more intense than the last.  I was hooked; I couldn't take my eyes off of him.  The room wasn't well lit, but it was lit enough where I focused right in the centre of his brown eyes where each grunt of mine tried to match the intensity of his.  Picking up the pace, I knew the time was near.  There were no words.  We just let our primal sounds guide the way.  And then, it happened.  Three really hard and intense pumps followed by the most natural orgasmic grunting I'd ever heard.  Each one accompanied by a hot squirting motion in my ass.  Collapsing on top of me afterwards, we made out a bit more.  As before, no words to kill the moment, just primal moans.  We continued to kiss until his now softened cock popped out.  I think it was very fitting that the best fuck of the night was the last one.  Lucky #13.

I had one more drink after we parted ways.  My legs needed a rest after that intense of a fuck.  I stuck around for a bit more, just to see what else may happen, but by now the crowd was definitely thinning out.  There is still much more of the weekend to go, so no use in being desperate for one more just yet.  I went back over to gather my clothes and got dressed, paid my tab, and headed out.  Checking my phone right out of the door, it was now 4:30 a.m.!  Time flies when you've had dick almost non-stop for nearly six hours, apparently.  The only saving grace is that the underground was starting service soon, so I didn't have to wait for a taxi or night bus.  I only got two loads out of 13 guys, but this was not really a disappointment.  Tonight was a personal best.  Before this night, the most guys that had fucked me in one evening was 8.  I fell asleep that morning a happy slut.  I didn't know what the rest of the weekend had in store for me, but this weekend was now the sluttiest I've ever had.  Even if I didn't find another dick the next three days, I could rest easy knowing that I'd beaten my personal best.

That didn't mean, however, that I'd stop trying...

*to be continued*