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I figure after a couple of initial stories, I'd give you fine fellas the one you all came here for... I've never really considered myself a "chaser". I got fucked bareback for the first time when I was around 20, but I didn't actively seek it out. A guy I'd met at the local gay bar that evening took me back to his place and just stuck it in unwrapped. I wanted to say stop, but I just couldn't say no. From there on, I was hooked; although, I tried not to do it too often. Fast forward a few years and I turned into a total bareback slut. I found out that I really hated bottoming for a guy wearing a condom as it felt too uncomfortable. There was only one way to do it: skin-on-skin raw. From there on, it was only a matter of time. A few years (and a new city) later, I was logged on to bbrt and a guy visiting my city gave me a quick "Oink". I checked out his profile to find a good looking guy; not mucular, but not out of shape, who had a nice looking cock with a very pronounced vein on the top that started bulging under his skin right under the head. Checking the rest of his profile, I liked what I saw and then got to the bottom corner: My Status - Positive. I was super nervous, but intrigued at the same time. I replied back saying that I liked what I saw and unlocked my photos in return. We agreed that I'd meet him at his hotel room for an afternoon fuck. I arrived at his hotel with my heart practically beating out of my chest. I'd been fucked bareback countless times before that, but this was the first time I was going to get fucked by a guy I knew was poz at the outset. I wasn't sure if I'd go through with it, but a deal is a deal and I wasn't going to stand him up. He let me in, and we made out a bit - making our way over to the bed. We weren't exactly in a rush, and took our time; loads of kissing and slowly stripping of piece by piece. After a bit, I slipped off his boxer-briefs to reveal his rock hard veiny member. It wasn't that large - maybe around six and a half - but had a pronounced curvature to the right. It was quite beautiful, and I just had to get my mouth around it for a while. As usual, I took my time and let my top dictate when he was ready to move on. He let me go for a good bit, moaning in ecstasy the whole time; must have been about 15-20 minutes of it with me alternating between fast and slow. In the back of my mind, I started to wonder if he knew I was neg. It wasn't actually stated on my profile, as I simply put "ask me" as my status; needless to say, he didn't ask. He soon stopped my bobbing on his throbbing cock, and came around the back of me to give me a good rimming. Ever since the first time I had a guy do that, I found that a good rim job practically makes me beg for cock! Similar to how I prefer oral, I let my top just keep going rimming my hole until he's ready to stop - knowing that he's prepped my hole good and well for what comes next. He could tell that he was doing a good job as I kept moaning pleasurably and kept arching my back and ass into his face wanting him to bury his tongue deeper inside me. Soon enough, he rose up, spit on his hand and gently carressed my hole while he wiped his spit on his cock - no lube; this was going to be interesting. The moment of truth was here. He pushed his cock into me gently, and I slowly let him inside. A million thoughts were now going into my head. His cock felt good; his motion was accomodating (not too fast or slow); however, my nerves were getting to me. My top could sense that I wasn't fully relaxed, and offered to stop for a bit. After a short break, we started again; this time feeling a little more at ease. He kept pumping into me for a bit, lasting around 10 minutes or so, before he could tell that I was tensing up again. Fuck - why was I just not letting this happen! He slowly jerked his cock and said that he wasn't going to last much longer. That seemed to be all that needed to be said. At that point, something inside me snapped into place, and I asked him to go back inside me. He pushed slowly back in, and started working me again; beginning very slow and slowly picking up the pace. All of a sudden, I was far more relaxed than before; my top now noticing me fully release myself to his pleasure. He never said this out loud, but a small part of me got an inkling that he knew he was about to dump his poz load into a neg ass. Working his pace up a bit more, I could hear his sounds starting to change; the kind all tops make as their breaths shorten due to their bodies getting more tense in anticipation of release. I knew what I was about to get. My moans turned into "yeahs" and "fuck yeahs" and he started pumping harder. Next thing I know, he pushed all the way in, and let go. We looked deep into each others eyes as he grunted with every shot being emptied inside me. I reached forward and grabbed the small of his back to make sure he didn't slip out. I'd just (knowingly) taken my first load of poz cum. I suddenly felt free. My top could sense my relief - even though he never vocalised it. He stayed inside me until he softened up and fell out. I then reached forward and felt my wet hole; bringin my fingers forward, I saw a bit of white goo with a slight pink tint to it. That must have happened when I tensed up due to nerves. Whatever the case, I then discovered my affinity for the forbidden fruits of my sexual labour. We parted ways shortly after. He came back through town a few times afterwards, and we always made time to meet up for a repeat. To this day, I get the feeling that he knew he was likely the one that may have converted me. He made me into the bottom slut I've become, and I'll be forever grateful...

After a great night's sleep, I figured I'd spend the bulk of my last full day in town to do all the touristy stuff. Having quite the evening the previous night, it felt nice to take a break from constantly being bent over and stuffed full. Berlin is a great city, and I wanted to take it all in - no puns intended. After taking the day to relax, I thought I'd try my luck at getting one last good fuck of the weekend to cap it all off. Based on what was happening on the apps, I wasn't alone! Every bottom boy frustrated by taking far more cocks than loads was looking for their last hurrah. I had a few prospects, but they turned out to be flaky or too far away to be practicable. I nearly gave up when I got an alert from my phone about a new Planet Romeo message. I checked out the profile to find a stunning German blond-haired, blue-eyed hunk starring in the photos. Probably the first "local" that messaged me all week. Coming from a touristy city already (New Orleans), it's a well known fact that the locals leave town during big festival weekends and only return once the madness dies down. This guy was no different. His profile was very direct - one thing I love about German men. It mentioned the "orange" of the hanky code - basically anything goes - and had a trove of pics of all sorts. He was upfront, however, and said that this particular evening he really was just looking for a good old fashioned fuck. Fine by me! He gave me his address and I made the short walk over. What I didn't realise was that this short walk took me right through the heart of a well-known block of female prostitutes. I was polite, but clearly went on my way. I found my way to his building and he buzzed me in. Leaving my shoes at the door, we settled inside and immediately started passionately kissing. He was totally nude when I arrived, but I was in my tank-top and jeans; the jeans quickly slipped off revealing my brand new black briefs matching my top. His cock was rock hard, and I did what any boy would do and dropped straight to my knees to service it. It was a very nice size; maybe around 8 inches or so, average thickness, and obviously uncut. This wasn't the night to be slutty, so I treated it like it was a normal get together with a well-known fuckbuddy. This turned out to be a natural thought as he very closely resembled a guy I knew back in London that I'd always fantasised about but never hooked up with. My mind just imagining my London buddy being the one on the receiving end. After a while, I stood up for another good snog, and he returned the favour and worked my cut cock as well. After a good bit of passionate foreplay, he led me to his bedroom where the fun continued. I gently dropped back first onto his mattress with him falling on top of me as we continued making out. We went for a second round of mutual oral before he reached for his bottle of lube situated right by the bed. He put just enough on his erect tool and also on my hole to get it ready. After all of the dick I'd taken in the previous day, I was nervous that he'd fall in TOO easy, but to my satisfaction it was a perfect fit. I guided his hips forward to ease him inside and we started fucking. This was very intense. Not too fast, not too slow, just a nice rhythm changing pace as need be. No words were spoken, we just let our natural man-sounds guide our way. I was in bottom heaven! This is exactly the kind of fuck I was hoping to cap my week off with. I laid back and let my hunky German top just do whatever he wanted in whatever way he wanted while I just took it and responded with the pleasurable moaning that only comes forth naturally with a good deep down dicking. He went on for at least 20 or so minutes when the moment finally came: "I'm getting close boy" As good as the fucking was, I was extremely turned on at the anticipation of how awesome the finish would feel. I reflexively exclaimed out "fuck yeah, give it to me" in response. "Beg for it! Tell me you want it in that slut hole!" After a whole session of no words, this is the part where our true piggy selves came out, and I started begging and pleading for his cum. "Yeah man, breed my slut hole! I want your cum so bad." He ordered me to start pinching his nipples and continue begging. After another minute, his face contorted into that face we bottom sluts know all too well - the "O" face. I continued begging until I could feel that hot warm goodness build up as it unleashed in my hole. Both of us grunting in ecstasy as my stud emptied his built up seed deep inside me. To my surprise - and pleasure - he didn't rush to pull out afterwards and went back to snogging me while still inside of me. He shot his wad, now he wanted me to shoot mine! We kissed more, which I started working my cock. Getting it to full attention, I started working it a little more fiercely and let out my pre-ejaculative moans. He went down to my cock and engulfed the head right as I started squirting - emptying 2 days of seed into his willing mouth. I must have let out at least 10-15 squirts, not including a couple of aftershocks. He came back up to my face with a grin, and I knew what he was about to do. He kissed me open mouth with my wad still inside - a snowball in September. A fitting and intense end to what was at that point the sluttiest weekend of my life. We hung around continuing to kiss more until we both caught our breath. A quick chat afterwards, and I got dressed again and made my way back to my hotel. I told him if I was ever in the area again, that I'd look him up for a repeat. I arrived back at my hotel and had another good nights sleep with an ass full of jizz for the second night in a row. The next day was the journey back home. I didn't know what to expect when this wild weekend started, but I don't regret it one bit. I knew one day I'd return for another weekend of debauchery, but I wanted to give it some time so that it didn't feel so routine. I planned on skipping Folsom the following year and returning the year after to see if the experience would be any different and sluttier. Until we meet again...Danke Shoen, Berlin!

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**