By the time Friday night came around, I'd already been fucked by more men in a single weekend than any other weekend of my entire life.  Not entirely sure how much more I could take, but as God as my witness I'll keep trying!

This night was my favourite night of the whole weekend:  the big Biohazard Men bareback party.  None of this guessing about if your top will fuck you raw or not; you're going to take it bare, guaranteed.  When I came to Berlin for the first time two years prior, this is the night I enjoyed most.

I arrived toward the beginning, got stripped down to my blue jockstrap, blue harness, and blue leather strap (right-side, of course) and browsed around.  Like the last time, there was a wide array of men to choose from.  I made my way over to the bar to have my relaxation drink before making my way to the main play area and cruise for beef.  Like before, it didn't take long to get some attention; I'm sure the jockstrap helped.  The first hour was made up of a mix of guys taking turns fucking me for a little bit, but nothing spectacular.  As with most sex parties, guys don't want to cum too quick, so each one stopped short of unloading.

Call it something in the air (as I don't think it was a full moon that night) but I saw a few guys around the club sporting biohazard tattoos in various places on their body.  My assumption is that the guys that had one on their chest or arms were probably the tops.  I made sure that I gave them a "come hither" look as I passed them by and nodded directly toward their obvious marking.  

If I've never said it before in a previous post, I'll put it right here for all to see:  I fucking LOVE verbal poz breeders!!!

I would up getting the attention of a shorter, older daddy with a prominent biohazard mark right under his navel.  Basically, where Ethan Wolfe has his, but this daddy clearly had his for some time.  We found an empty corner and he bent me over and gave me a good fingering.  Despite taking so much cock the previous night, I tightened up a little bit; my poz daddy worked me for a little bit, then turned me back around and got me on my knees - he was packing modestly; maybe 6.5 inches with a small p.a.  Still quite suckable, which is exactly what I did.  He put me against the wall and slid in gently; he was definitely conscious that I was going to need to be worked.  This started a slow, but passionate filled fuck as he gently opened me up.  Gliding in and out at a gentle pace, I felt very relaxed.  We were soon joined by his friend - no tattoo - and they tag-teamed me for what seemed like the next half-hour.  At some point, my marked daddy needed to take a breather, but said he'd come find me later - I fucking hope so!  He made his way to the bar to get a drink, but left me in the graces of his top friend who continued to work me for a bit longer.  Soon, his friend needed a breather as well, and we parted ways to cruise the room more.

In the hallway between the two large play areas, I saw a bigger daddy with a small biohazard right on his left peck.  He wasn't typically the type of guy I'd go for physically, but I got clocked eyeing his mark.  He pulled me down the hall and back toward the back wall where we started to play around as well.  Now that I was opened up a bit, it made it easier to take him as well - although he was also only about 6.5 inches.  He worked me with a little more pace, but was a little more verbal.

"Tell me what you want boy"

"You like that daddy cock, don't ya"

"You want that poz daddy dick inside you"

To all of those questions, all I could answer in the heat of passion was "fuck yeah daddy, please give it to me."  This went on for a bit and my daddy needed a breather as well.  It was still relatively early in the evening, so no one was ready to blast off just yet.

I made my way to the bar for a drink of my own and came across my first daddy finishing up his drink.  I grabbed toward his cock to let him know I hadn't forgot about him and still wanted to have him work me.  Finishing my drink fairly quickly, I went back out to the playroom to find my first daddy reaching for my exposed ass.  He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear to suck his cock hard again.  I had to oblige; after all, that position put his navel mark right at eye level.  I started to suck him again; gripping his balls with my right hand, I put my left hand right over my nose and rubbed right where his tattoo was.  I had to show daddy  just what I was after.  We were nearby the two slings, and as soon as one opened up, daddy put me in and pushed his way back into my waiting hole.  Just like before, he stroked slow and passionately.  This time, we started to attract a small crowd who could see the intense eye-contact and passionate connection between us.  Nothing could break our concentration; with each slide into me, our eyes locked deeper and deeper.  The few guys around seemed out of my line of vision as I moaned in ecstasy with each stroke.  Before long, the moment of truth came:

"Get ready for my cum boy"

He stroked even slower, but more intensely; I wasn't sure that was possible, but it was.  Each stroke led to both of us moaning in unison knowing that each stroke led closer and closer to the edge.  I wanted to beg for his poz cum so bad, but words seemed meaningless; I just let our moaning do the work.  After a couple minutes, daddy held me down while I wrapped my arms around his back; each stroke from there on out was an intense squirt of his warm, toxic, marked jizz inside me.  We couldn't pull our eyes off of each other until well after his last spurt emptied out.  Something about this intense mutual gaze really got the attention of our voyeurs who saw just how badly we both wanted each other.  We sealed with a kiss and he pulled his cock out.  My mind was over the moon!  It was at this point that i noticed the faces of the other guys who came by to watch - my tops buddy and my other poz daddy with the peck tat.  He got between my legs and slid into my freshly bred hole.

"Yeah slut boy, you want some more cum?"

"Yeah, daddy, give me your seed"

"Beg harder, boy"

"Please fill me with your poz cum sir!"

He wanted to hear me say "poz".  That started a couple minutes of stroking with each one making me beg more and more for his toxic, dirty jizz.  

"Here you go, boy....take this poz seed....UUUHHHHH"

What felt like ten blasts of jism emptied into my wet hole.  I couldn't have asked for more!

My first tops friend was nearby as well, but another bottom wanted the sling, so I graciously gave up my spot and let them have their fun.  I headed upstairs to another play area and got another drink.  While sitting on the stool catching my breath, a guy nearby caught my attention in a BIG way.  Huge 9" uncut dick with a biohaz right above it (Ethan Wolfe style), but red in colour!  I couldn't take my eyes off of it!  He noticed me checking it out and signalled to his two friends.  They came over to me and became his wing-men.  These friends weren't going to fuck me, but they were going to make sure I got what I came for.  For the next ten minutes or so, they ushered me onto my knees to suck this massive piece hard and then bent me over my stool.  One of them grabbed my poppers out of my sock and controlled my intake while the other friend lubed my hole.  After a deep hit, I felt the pointed tip of my top's member push into me.  It didn't take long for him to notice the two loads already inside me.  This drove him wild, and he started pounding away.  He was speaking to his friends in some language I didn't understand while fucking me - probably describing the big wad of mixed fluid gathered about six inches inside my hole.  I couldn't make out a word until I heard the unmistakable uptick in tone followed by an "Oh yeah.....yeah" and then BAM!   A warm gush filled me deep inside and I knew he was unloading.  He slipped out as he got soft and the three of them just left me at the stool; my knees weak.  They weren't interested in a passionate finish; just pump, dump, and go.  

My legs were quivering.  I really didn't think I could take much more, so I sat back down, had another drink and then got dressed and headed out.  Maybe I could have tried for more cum, but I just took three of the most intense loads I'd had in some time.  I had to call it a night.  The next day, I decided not to actively seek more sex; I've had more than enough (though wouldn't turn down any opportunities).  The couple of times over the next day or two weren't anything of note.  By Sunday night, it was time to head back to London.  I couldn't have imagined that I'd set a new personal record of men in one weekend, nor could I have imagined the intensity of the sex had.  It's an intensity that I haven't been able to match since.  

Maybe this year. Maybe I'll go back and try again.

Just maybe...