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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**

Rape is a wonderful thing. I've had the pleasure of raping a few twinks in my time... both conscious and unconscious unwilling boys. Only been legitimately raped once.... In fact, as I write I realise that, firstly, this is the first time I admit that I WAS RAPED TERRIBLY, RUTHLESSLY, no lube, no mercy. Secondly, this is why I am a moral-less rapist mself. My asaulting abuser was hard as a rock, raw, pierced, poz,.. i was handcuffed and very, deeply unwiling. I was not in consent of any single moment of the encounter once I was taken and he started using me ... Of course, it goes without saying that I very much wanted his diseased seed... but not him or his desired method of impregnation..... I despised, hated, feared and loathed every second of it: Screaming no, being slapped around, told to shut the fuck up and torn asunder until destroyed. Afterward I was truly greatful and horny as a beast for literally weeks. For a time I contemplated suicide. I a actually thankful for these thoughts, but also thankful that they diminished. I gained a grewt perspective on life, on sex, on bareback and on AIDS et al by staring death in the face an embracing pasionately and lustfully the corrupt, destructive facts of nature, especially human nature. I now subject myself very often to the most filthy, unspeakable and revolting fetishes and abuse: real time sexual (and other physical) encounters, totally void of any slef respect. A truly BEAUTIFUL AND ATRFUL RAPE is devoid of any respect neither party can have any sef respect and neither rapist nor victim could possibly hold any respect for the other, certainly not after the horror or rape. This lack of respect is tantamount to the ethical void from which rape emerges: a depraved void that is it in turn, often, creates in its deserving victim. A rapist (specifically a barebqck rapist) is deemed righteous simply by choosing to rape, a rightousness that exponentially increases if he is diseased and or poz, especialy viral, as this increases his damge and decreases the respect of himself and the victim. Similarly a victim is deserving of rape purely by the virtue of being abvailable and vulenerable to the sordid abuse of the rapist. I am very happy about these facts all. ... I've suffered many tragedies in life but none as physically, emotionally and mentally destructive and irreversible as the act of being taken in rape. In spite of this, and i some sick twisted way, BECAUSE of this., I utterly condone you and refain from any immediate judgement if your desire is to rape. I hope i is something you can/will feel open to discuss the practice of often. Welcome are your replies, especially condoning my attitude, dispespecting or even hating me. Hate me and disrespect me so I may keep my self respect as low as possible and my vulnerability as high as possible to degrade myselr embarqssingly, leaving myselr open to the utterly beautiful horror or rape. With disrespect, Cunt4loads

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!