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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...

Toronto—September, 2019 As it turned out, Brown_Spice decided not to go. I packed up my leather gear and arrived downtown in no time. It took me a moment to find parking, but I was able to walk up the stairs to the Club minutes after the 4:00 pm start time… I pull out my Frequent Fucker card for the attendant to stamp. It’s full. I surrender it and he gives me my fifteen dollars back. Always a good sign. He asks to stamp my hand instead. I give him my left. He stamps “Dirty” on it. I tell him I will do my best to live up to it. I go up a level to get into my leathers. The set up hasn’t changed too much in the time I’ve been away. There are two slings on the upper level where I’m stripping. On the other side, where there are three tiny booths, there is also one sling and a block to bend someone over which is right next to the door to the DJ booth. The plastic sheeting hangs from the ceiling, creating a maze on the floor below us—right at the main entrance door. There is a sling by the bar on that level—and another block or two for fucking. Once dressed in chaps and harness with yellow jock, I check my bag at the coat check. I can’t wait to explore the maze and see what additional equipment is hidden in there. I move through the plastic sheeting. I find a sling which is empty. Next to the stage is a big block for fucking. The Fuck Wall is set up on the stage—two gloryholes in which to lie back and expose just your ass for the crowd. No one is in there yet…but there are only about six of us in the club at this moment. I check the other side of the maze. A block by the stage, then an empty sling. Another block is occupied. A man of about my age reclines, wearing a jock and boots. He is jacking a sizeable cock. Our eyes connect. Instantly he raises his legs, exposing a muscle butt. I walk over. Without a word, I kneel and begin eating his ass. He groans out: “Eat that hole…” I tongue fuck him, hard and fast. He’s tight. My cock has stood up from the moment I tasted him. I stand and slap his balls in the pouch with my engorged dick. “Fuck, you’re even bigger than I thought,” he hisses before opening his poppers. I let him re-cap it before I push in. The poppers do their work—his tight hole opens and swallows me down. I hold for a millisecond before beginning the fuck. The man groans again and tells me to fuck him hard. I do. I fuck him until he can’t hold his legs up any longer. He flips, so his chest is on the block and feet on the floor. I surprise him by rimming him again. His ass has juiced itself nicely. I tell him so. He whimpers around his popper bottle. I stand up and fuck him. My cock is now coated with his ass jizz. I pull out and make him taste it. He does so, calling me a dirty top, but relishing the taste of his hole. I go back and fuck him some more. Finally, he begs me to stop or he’ll shoot. I pull out. He slides off the box, cleans my cock and then stands to kiss me. I get a mouthful of his ass cum. We share it…but I swallow. He thanks me—telling me it’s the only time he’ll be fucked all night—he intends to top from this point on. I grin…but damned if we don’t share hole a number times in the next three hours… * I go out of the maze. The crowd has exploded. There are now easily 40 men and the main door keeps opening. I walk up the stairs to the slings where I changed. A very clean cut man is fucking a hot bearded boy. The twenty-something beckons me over—he wants something in his mouth while he’s getting railed. I give it to him, enjoying the feel of his beard on my balls. He grunts his appreciation. The top man fucks harder. I think he might be shooting…and we are only 30 minutes or so into the party. He pulls out and moves away, but I see that his dick is covered in latex. I look at the kid, my eyebrow raised. “Fuck me raw. That was for him, not me.” I skip rimming him as I don’t want to taste latex. I just push in and give the young man his first of countless raw fucks of the night. * All the slings are now busy and there are crowds of men all around them, sucking cock or just bent over taking it. I go back to the maze. I watch a young man in the sling. He literally has a line waiting to get into him—the dream of so many bottoms. I don’t want to wait, so I move to the block next to the stage. A hot top is fucking a really handsome man bent over the block, while a smaller guy feeds his dick to the guy getting fucked. The top sizes me up—and is clearly running this scene. “Fuck my boy.” I am not clear which that is—until the man getting sucked pulls out and bends over, leaning on the back of the really handsome guy. I eat the man’s hole and plunge in. His ass is wet, hot and clingy. A hot fuck. The guy I’m plowing nods to the Hot Top, telling him I’m good. “You want to sample this ass?” He points to the really handsome man. I nod and we change. The boy cleans my dick as I pull out and the Top’s PA-ed one before it goes in him. I eat the butt of the handsome guy. He groans as my tongue soothes his thoroughly fucked hole. I stand and slide in. His ass is incredibly responsive. He clamps, he loosens, he works my dick with seeming ease as I fuck him. He is a man who knows how to make a cock give up its load. “Switch!” commands the Top. We change again. This time I clean the Top’s cock. He is surprised but pleased. The next time we switch the Top orders me to clean his cock. And then makes me beg for it. I go along with his little mind game…after all he’s sharing really great ass with me. We fuck until the Handsome Man needs to break. He gets up and I see his Fukd jock for the first time and realize he must be the host for tonight. * I take a brief break and go piss. The bathroom is crowded but with guys washing up—not for piss action. I go back to the maze. I find a younger man on the block where I first fucked the top. “I love daddy dick,” he tells me. He bends over, chest to block. I eat his hole. He’s been busy. He has at least one load oozing out of him. I lap it up and dig for more. I stand up and fuck. The first thing I see is the Daddy who was my first fuck. He watches us—his cock straining. I nod to the boy’s mouth—he takes the hint and gives the boy his dick. I kiss the Daddy, his tongue is everywhere in my mouth. He pulls out of the kiss and whispers “I see you ate my load out of him.” I smirk and nod and kiss him again. We change up on the kid, switching holes. The kid is not as good with his mouth, but it’s still hot. I kiss the Daddy again. And he shoots. The kid groans around my dick and clamps down on the dick unloading in his hole. The daddy is writhing with his second cum. When he pulls out—I am there to clean him up. We kiss again—and he thanks me for making it a perfect Fukd for him. I turn to the kid. A hunky, 30-ish Black guy in a blue harness is eating the load out of the kid. He stands up and slides into him. He grins at me. We exchange a cummy kiss, too. And go about truly wrecking this kid’s hole. The new guy’s cock is the exact same length and girth as mine. We are the perfect matched set in black and white. We fuck the kid bent over. We fuck the kid with his legs in the air—the other one holding them back for the fucker of the moment. Then the kid rides us with us flat on the box, our cocks jutting into the air. When he is riding me for the second time, the kid is pushed forward so we are chest to chest. And the black cock slides in along mine. For just a second…but long enough for the kid to realize he is being DP-ed…and to shoot a load on my chest without ever getting hard. The kid pleads to stop. He dismounts, barely able to walk. My new fuck bud leans over and licks up the jizz on my chest—snowballing it to me in hot, sweet kisses. * I am playing on the edge of the stage. Two guys are taking turns sucking me. I am watching the fuck wall—no one has used it yet. “Do you fuck with this?” the hairier of the two on my dick asks. “Of course.” I nod towards the wall. “Feel like showing off?” “Yeah!” I help him slide on the plank so his upper body is hidden by the wall. I get his legs up into the stirrups. His hairy ass is now on display. I kneel and rim him. I hear poppers open. I eat him out and then give him a brisk fuck. We attract a crowd. Another top leads the Host to the other hole and installs him. I keep fucking my Cub as the Host is plowed by this older top. Hard cocks are all around, beating off as they watch us fuck. “You want someone else’s dick?” I ask. “Fuck, yeah....” FOR THE REST OF MY TIME AT FUKD, THINK, BUT COPY THE LINK TO THE BLOG: [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/being-dirty-at-fukd.html