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So I went to Berlin last weekend... I checked into my hotel around 8pm and instantly started getting my ass ready for my first evening in Berlin. I was going to the Biohazard party, a BB party for poz guys only, and by 10pm I was standing in a changing room, stripping down to my jockstrap and running shoes alongside a throng of other guys in various states of undress. I had met up with a Danish BB top outside the venue, so we started off with a beer in the bar. And then the fun began... At first I did that cruisy walking-around-waiting-to-be-grabbed thing, but after the first man had fucked me I just stayed on my hands and knees on the bench where he had fucked me and waited to see if another man would be tempted. Oh, boy... Yup, that strategy worked!!! In the beginning I guess I was a bit shy, sticking my ass in the air and hiding my face in my arms while men took turns in my hole, but as the evening wore on I grew into owning my sluttiness and brazenly looked around me as men were pounding my ass, making eye contact with on-lookers and inviting them to be next in line... The cocks were generally good. All shapes and sizes, but mainly average-to-large. Cock number 15 was quite average in size, but he kept changing angles as he fucked me, so he opened me up more than any of the previous cocks had done. At that point I was on hands and knees on a padded bench up against a wall with a huge mirror and lots of on-lookers. And then... Then came cock number 16! Damn... Ouch... He was thick, so I appreciated the work number 15 had done on my hole, but the worst/best was the length! It hurt every time he went deep - and he went deep with almost every thrust, making me cry out and pull faces every time he hit me hard inside... I guess I must have been quite a noisy bottom as he fucked me, because we drew quite a crowd... And thanks to the mirror on the wall right in front of me I could see them all - and they could see my face and my expressions of pain and ecstasy! They were actually cheering him on to fuck me harder and deeper, apparently turned on by a bottom getting fucked to the very limits of what he could take! (Except one very sweet guy who came up to me and wanted to check if I was okay... Awr... Filthy pigs can be caring! - And of course I was more than okay!) When he was done with me I really needed a break (I had also taken a break after cock number 7), but numbers 17 and 18 were waiting in line and it would just have been rude to turn them down... After number 18 I was beginning to get tired - and sore, but never mind; that was only to be expected! But I figured a break would enable me to take at least a few more cocks before throwing in the towel. So I took another 4 cocks and then decided on another break, but while I was sitting in the lounge this guy began fondling my cock through my jock strap. Sorry, but I couldn't care less about my cock in a setting like that, so I shifted a bit and leaned backwards enough that my hole was exposed, and then I removed his hand to my hole... He got the general idea and started fingering me a bit before pulling me up to a standing position, turning me around and bending me over. So he was number 23... He fucked me for a while, and then he invited his boyfriend to try my hole - number 24 - and they took turns fucking me right there in the lounge next to the food buffet! When they were done with me, though, I was done... It was getting very late and I was tired and had a wet, sore, fucked-out hole. I have no idea how many men came inside me, but it was quite a few, judging by the amount of cum I had leaked unto the hotel sheets when I woke up Saturday morning! ......................................................... So that was the Friday night... Well, I was also in Berlin on Saturday! I spent the day mooching about town and being cultural and so on - basically giving my still-sore hole a bit of a chance to recover from Friday night... Saturday afternoon I got myself ready once more and by 5:45pm I was at Fickstutenmarkt, getting naked along with the other mares / Stuten. Whereas getting changed on Friday had had that slightly sexy tinge of not knowing if I'd end up getting fucked by the guy changing next to me, on Saturday I knew I was getting changed with bottoms only. (At Fickstutenmarkt - "fuck-mare-market" - the bottoms arrive early and are completely naked, blindfolded and tied up when the stallions / tops arrive.) I made a tactical error, though. I should have tried to secure a place on one of the benches, but instead I wandered around and when the time came for the "stall-helpers" to blindfold us bottoms I was placed standing somewhere. (I really have no idea where I was!) This probably meant I didn't get as much cock as I could have had - and crucially it also meant I was standing up! Quite frankly, standing up for hours is not pleasant, and in time my feet and knees became sore way before my hole did. When you start thinking "actually, I'd rather like to just lie back in crisp, white hotel sheets" it's perhaps time to leave... So I only took 8 cocks at the Fickstutenmarkt, leaving at 9:45pm and being back at my hotel by 10pm... I'm pretty sure I could have taken a LOT more if I didn't have to stand up, but that's how it was. And 32 cocks within 24 hours is not too bad, I think. It's anybody's guess how many loads I actually took that weekend - probably a lot of the tops just fucked me for a while and then moved on to the next hole - but who cares. The mere feeling of being slutty enough to allow tops free access to my hole was SO satisfying... ............................................... The next time I go to Berlin I think I'll try out Fickstutenmarkt again - but make sure to arrive as early as possible and hog a place on one of the central benches! And I'll try to find a weekend where there's both a Fickstutenmarkt and a Biohazard party...

Indianapolis—November, 2019 The first 10 days of my temporary relocation to the Indy area for an eight week contract, was all about getting settled at work and getting my life sorted out in my temporary digs. I had one chance to get away, but I had to use it to go home—which is how I ended up at the bookstore in the previous post. But now things were settling into a routine—and I was horny and ready to meet some new faces. Perhaps the most surprising thing about my first meet was that Marshall had written me in advance of my coming when I posted a travel ad on BBRT. We had chatted. We seemed very compatible. He understood about my settling in time. We talked a few times more, once even when he knew I couldn’t meet yet. But we actually did meet—he didn’t disappear into the ether like so many men when I finally had the time. Marshall had a sling, so mine could stay in the trunk. He would cover the bed in one of those neoprene spreads. He told me he was very sub, wanting to work on fist, but mostly wanted to be worked over by a Dominant man with a big dick. Perfect. I drove in and arrived at his ranch style house. Marshall was within 5 years of my age, one way or the other. And hot. His head was shaved. He was short. He was naked but for a pair of running shorts which showed off the hours he had worked on his body. He showed me into where everything was set up in the bedroom. He left me to leather up while he did one last rinse. He had great porn playing on his computer. I was totally swollen inside my Fukd jock pouch when he came back in—now in just a blue jock and boots. Being a good boy, he knelt and bowed his head… I get up off the bed, where I have been sprawled, watching an older Raw Fuck Club movie. I stand in front of him, my boots on either side of his knees. “Get my jock wet. Yeah, lick the pouch.” Marshall needs no more encouragement, he is hungry. He mouths the fabric before sucking it—even chewing it at one point. He pulls the pouch away from my engorged dick with his teeth. It springs out and smacks him in the face. He moves for my cock head. “Lick my balls. Get those just as wet as the jock.” He does. And he listens—he licks my balls and does not try to suck them into his mouth. Only when they are covered with his really white saliva do I let him suck my cock. He’s a natural. I love what he doing to me—the suction, the amount of spit, the tongue action. I let him set his own pace at first, but eventually I grab the back of his head and fuck his face. When I let go, he thanks me. And waits for me to tell him what to do next…”Good boy. Go back to my balls.” He licks them again. I tell him he can suck them into his mouth if he’s careful—and just one at a time. I sit on the edge of the bed and, once he’s alternated on my balls, I tell him to try to get into my favorite spot—his tongue between my cock ring and my balls. He manages it. Over and over. But his tongue keeps dipping down the length of my perineum. “You want to taste my ass?” He groans out a yes. I pull my legs up and his tongue hits my pucker. Fuck, he’s good at this, too. But it makes me want to taste his. I roll back into a sitting position and tell him to get on all fours next to me. I spend a long time getting acquainted with his muscle ass. I lick and prod with my tongue deep into his currently tight hole. It begins to loosen with so much attention. I stand up and poke my wet cockhead into him. Then I go back to eating him out. I keep repeating the eat/poke regimen again and again, each time letting a little more cock slide into him. I can tell he is uncomfortable. Knowing he won’t say anything, I ask if he wants to ride me. He does—and I can hear the relief in his voice. I lie down and he wets my cock once more, slurping on my now ass flavored prick. He sits on me and descends at his speed. Slowly. He bottoms out—holds—and begins to ride. He loves being in control of how his hole is opened. Soon he is slamming himself down on me. He rides my shaft until his legs can’t take it anymore. “Sit on my face.” He crawls over me and lowers his muscle butt down until there is a firm seal and I can get no air. I tongue his freshly fucked hole until I almost pass out. Reluctantly I tap him on the hip to get him off my face. He goes right back to my dick. He rides me, and unprompted, brings his freshly fucked hole for another inspection by my tongue. We break for some water. “I didn’t give you much of a chance to eat my ass.” I get in the sling. He instantly kneels. This is so much better. He hands me his poppers as he begins to tongue every inch of my hole, cheeks and hairy perineum. I actually lose track of time as I let him use his tongue and lips on me—leaving me delightfully wet and sticky. We change. I am now so ready to plow his ass. I help him into the stirrups. And suddenly let a blast of piss cover his ass crack. I kneel to clean him up with my tongue as he moans. I stand up and finally push into his wet hole.... For the conclusion (spoiler alert--I cum) follow the link to the blog: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/12/the-sub-with-muscle-butt.html