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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...

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*

Back in 2015, I took my first trip to Berlin for Folsom weekend. This had to be the most sexually liberating experience of my life, by far! I knew I had to experience it a second time, but only after taking a year off; I didn't want to overdo it, after all. Skipping 2016, I decided to spend the next year getting myself into a little better shape and slimming down. Maybe the second time around would be better than the first. When the time came around, I booked my ticket for Folsom 2017 and anxiously waited for the weekend to arrive. As the time got closer and closer, though, I began to get nervous. I had such a wonderful time two years prior, and suddenly I was doubting if the next time would live up to expectations. I tried as best as I could to clear my head beforehand and go in without any lingering memories of my previous experience. Day one didn't disappoint. This time round, I checked into the Axel Hotel in Schoneberg, so that I could be right next to the action. After checking in, I popped over to the nearest sex shop to make sure I had enough goodies to last at least the first couple of days. A fresh bottle of poppers and a couple pocket-sized bottles of lube later, and I went back to my hotel room to relax before the evening. Obviously, the apps were the first place to look. Being in the heart of the action, there was plenty around. Many guys started to arrive that day (I got there on a Wednesday) so I was catching them fresh off the plane and ready to fuck. Not soon after firing up Scruff did I get a message from a guy in the hotel wanting to pop over. Nice-looking silverfox, vers. top, and smooth body. He came up and we played around a bit. When it got down to the nitty-gritty, he laid face-up on the bed begging for my cock...so much for him being a vers-top! Knowing I wanted to go around for some action later, I really tried to control my balls while fucking him. I'm not much of a rough top, but I also don't go so slowly that the bottom gets bored. I did, however, stop myself around 4 times over the next 15 minutes or so; my ass is not very welcoming once my nuts empty. I don't think my guy minded, as he blasted off a decent load after I stopped short of cumming for the last time. Being a cum-hungry slut, I pulled out and licked his load off of his chest. My intent was to fuck him more, but he didn't seem to be interested in bottoming anymore once he shot off. His cum tasted great, though! He towelled off, and headed back to his room. My inaugural load of the weekend still resting inside my own prostate for later... Checking my phone after he left, I found another Scruff message from a local guy this time. Folsom seems to be the weekend that the locals skip town, but this guy hit me up clearly wanting to experience an out-of-towner. About my age, slightly shorter, and very fit, he said he was heading for a run after work and wanted to stop by my room afterwards to release his tension. He then sent me a picture of a thick uncut cock - about 7.5 inches - and told me that there's only one place it wanted to be. I said that I'd be ready and waiting for it once he was ready. Fast forward around 45 minutes, and my sexy German man showed up. He was honestly one of the best kissers I've had in my life! Starting slow and passionately, we worked our way up to his aggressively positioning me into submission. He didn't wait for me to kneel down to worship his cock; he laid me down at the end of the bed and fed it to me. This guy knew exactly what he wanted, and he wasn't leaving until he got it. I must have sucked his dick for at least 15 minutes, alternating between my own motion where he just stood back and let me take control, and him feeding me and taking charge. All the while, he reached down my backside and gently fingered my hole. Soon enough, he grabbed my shoulders and directed me to turn the other way on the bed. Arching my back, i let him rim my ass. I can't stress this enough: I...LOVE...getting rimmed!!! The feeling of a wet tongue lathering my waiting hole makes me moan in ecstasy and practically beg to get fucked. I grabbed the lube and put it down toward the middle of the bed. When I saw my guy reach for it, I mentally started preparing myself for taking his thick member in my tight hole. Because he was a bit thick, it didn't exactly go in easy. Thankfully, though, he was patient and knew how to work it in. He started out by having me stand up and bend over with legs spread; being a tall guy (6'2") this is usually only plausible with another guy my height. He made it work, though, as he spread my legs wide enough to get at the right height. Starting slow, he worked his way in until I had all 7.5 inches inside. Taking one or two slow strokes hearing me moan in pleasure. Then, it began: he started pounding away with conviction! I was grunting like crazy! This had to have turned on my German top guy even more, as he seemed to keep fucking me with more enthusiasm the more noise I made. After a bit, he put my face up on the bed, eased his way in again, and started pumping away again. This happened in at least 4 different positions over the next half-hour. Finally.... "I'm gonna cum! You want it?" "Fuck yeah! Cum inside me!" I then felt a hard stroke all the way inside me and then about seven big blasts of man-milk dumping inside me. I absolutely love it when a guy stops fucking with his full dick inside me and just blasts. It means that every inch is against the walls of my ass just ready to feel every last bit of skin pulsing as each volley erupts out of his balls and empties into my willing cunt. After the squirting subsided, we stayed in position as we let out the last of our moans and grunts. My top man collapses onto my back, and we finish with a long hot snog. Turning me over, he wanted to jerk me to completion, but I wasn't close. We catch our breath, and he then tells me to save my cum for later, as he encouraged me to go out and slut it up that evening. He left and said on his way out that I should hit him up over the weekend if I wanted a repeat (I did, but that'll cum later). After he left, I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat... I left the curtains open. Even though this was the sixth floor, I didn't realise that the balcony of the adjacent room was in full view of my bed. I walked over to the sliding door to notice my hotel-neighbour out there giving me a wink as he grabbed his crotch. He saw and heard the whole thing, and apparently liked what he saw! I nodded over, and soon enough, it was time for round 2... **to be continued**