DEDICATED TO KAREN - SHE GAVE ME ALL MY BAD IDEAS - OK IT WAS OF WHAT NOT TO DO.... Arrival and first experiences.....
The tiredness of a a journey spanning not only an ocean (ok the North Sea) but one from quiet rural East Yorkshire to big bad Berlin did not deter the inteprid tour guide from changing the itinerary to sample local hospitality within minutes of depositing the suit case in the hotel - one of the more boring deposits of the weekend. Even that was not without event however as emerging from the underground they face....a park, with a ruin, not for the first time that weekend the intrepid seekers of culture and sex faced a choice of left or right. Being gay they did both, left, right, left a bit further right ....until a dawning understanding of the numeric ordering of the buildings led them a bit further right and the large daunting doors of the hotel.....
Their main fear up to that point was that the code given to release the key (put in the code and the key will drop was the advice given....) - but it dropped almost to the perfection the intrepid two gained in dropping their jeans by the end of the weekend. Finding the room was another matter..... the top of some rear stairs, uncarpeted, undecorated appear to be the only avenue left to explore but it led back to the main entrance. Snakes and ladders ensued until a door marked with rooms 101 to 110 was found and it was realised that the key had to be used to secure access. Their pen for the next 3 nights had been secured - they could now explore....
Heading out into the unknown darkness of a strange City - onto an underground reminiscent of gestapo raids and Soviet subversion they arrived at the central place - the object of their visit - the centre of gay life in Berlin ....erm, erm - but where was it.....was it left was it right was it straight on - all those bars ballooned on the map in different colours and handily left behind at the hotel, did not seem visible as weary feet pounded pavements, followed lights....and men that looked as though they had the same focus, the same destination but it was not to be.........
Desperation and a matter of principle meant erm TAXI! A short ride later - too far for aching feet to have gone, led to a street of rainbow flags....this was definately IT.
Club connection, on the corner like a village pub, a que of guys waiting to get in - twinks, students in shorts, older guys in leather, denim ....the destination had been reached.
Walking in it was apparent it was not a good olde englysh pub - the entry fee was paid, a token and a tab given.... and the heavy hard beat of music drew us into the bar - guys stood drinking, smoking, dancing, kissing, rubbing...
Beer - the intial object of our evening adventure was secured....a wander round engaged every single sense ....the music pounding like some sodlier boy drumming the troops forward and into battle.....driving us to that door that beckoned....men only...beyond this point... Led to a corridor - guys stood some shirtless most bulging, rooms led off to corridors with even smaller rooms with doors - men sat there alone, in twos or mores in various states of undress and different permutations of activity as they writhed round.....then...another door stairs went down into a pit of darkness a den ... of total carnality. Darkness the faint glimmer of a cigarrette the distant light as eyes - (oh how eyes were to feature that weekend)...adjusted to the darkness and focussed on the moving figures, the men of the underworld - tho there was no Orpheus just pig boi and gobbedonbitch boi wandering, lusting, seeking, the wildest depths of their depravity rising to the surface as they gave themselves over to absolute pleasure and total indulgence.....
Gobbedonbitchboi was about to earn his name as he wandered to the darkest corner of the basement room, removing his shirt he sank to his knees hands rubbing finely chizzeled pecs, mouth searching for hard tools to feed on, drink on and satisfy his need for total depravity. He looked up - the hard needy eyes of a US soldier dressed only in baseball cap looked down on him as gobbedonbitchboi slipped the unbuttoned jeans down the firm thighs, the soldiers weapon liberated and in seconds gobbedon devoured the full length hungrily and sucked ....looking up the soldier spewed a string of gob down right down where hard cock met hungry lips and he barked 'take it bitchboi' - and he didnt fucking need telling twice.... he gobbled the big throbbing weapon deep into his throat satisfying his every lust at that minute. Hand reaching up feeling his hard pecs. the other reaching out, pulling onto a firm hard cock, wanking it till he felt the hot cum spurt onto his face as he hungrily awaited the soldiers explosion.....
Meanwhile pig boi had worked his way through the heaving basement bar with guys sat close together, all of them strangers but becoming intimately acquainted - a shared knowledge and lust for depravity bonding them together as one. He climbed some stairs at the rear which took him back to the main bar - a crowded dance floor - he noticed the look and glanced back as the guy walked to him, started to snog hard deep - hands mutually explored each others bodies as they walked towards the pit of depravity and their own room, door shut.
Cocks quickly emerged from torn off jeans as tongues and lips fought to enter each others wet mouths and cocks rubbed together - pigboi soon reverted to type and pulled back, gobbing down on the thick uncut cock rubbing against his as he sank to his knees to take it fully, suck it to its full length and whip up all the fluids from the big juicy balls that hung beneath the tool that was being sucked. Mouth aching, lips stretched the cock slipped deep into his throat but pig boi wanted more ..he was hungry for a total filling but as he stood the guy slipped down and wrapped his mouth hard round pigbois cock and sucked almost to completion but pigboi wasnt in the mood to be satisfied by a one off encounter and pulled the guy off, lifted him up....then turned round pulling the cock to his ass - it didnt need much pulling as the big knob head rubbed teasingly at his hole - hand reached under his nose - the familar smell of poppers worked its way into pigbois body making him wild for satisfaction as he pushed back, hard on the knob, till the whole of his ass had devoured the tool that waited. He pushed back more till he could fell the balls of the guy tight at this butt - the guy pulled out and started to fuck but it didnt take long till the familiar warmth of cum shooting deep into his gut signalled the end of that encounter. He pulled off, dressed and with hardly a second glance moved out - on for yet more cock juice....
Descending into the cellar again gobbedonbitchboi walked by - eyes glazed converted from upholder of law and order into seeker of lust and satisfaction, there was a glance between the pleasure seekers as each moved on, now familiar with the surroundings and eager to mop up every last drop of satisfaction that could be gained.
Pigboi sank to his knees yet again as two guys snogged and he pulled their excited throbbing dicks towards his mouth and took it in turns to suck on them one after the other. When one guy left he turned his full attention to the fit hung lad that was fucking his face like there was no tomorrow. His hand reached under the shirt, pushed it up to play with the firm nips, as he did the biohazard tat came to full view - a sudden realisation that the cock now erupting its juice down pigbois throat was pozzed up didnt stop pigboi sucking every last drop of the toxic juice from the weapon before him. Again the cum shot ..they both moved on for their next encounter.
The night continued full of lust and sex till pigboi - back in the bar was herded with the remaining guys downstairs by the barman - deep down to the basement were the door was shut locked....
Firmly secured deep in the basement the guys started to writhe, spurt cum ...every combination as final satisfaction was sought and secured....spunk flowed freely.....
Fully used and spent Pigboi perched on a bench watching the waiting guys stood there. A student, 20, in his joggers was fully perved on - the joggers half way down his ass revealing a smooth bubble butt, a well toned body was further revealed as he turned and the excitement bursting from his joggers didnt need to be hid for respectability as a guy pounced whipped it out and devoured it.
It was at this point that Gobbedonbitch boi emerged - the look of lust engrained on his face, focussed on getting satisfaction, pigboi coined the phrase which was be to a familiar battle cry at around 6am on each of the mornings - 'are you ready yet?' ...however gobbedonbitchboi still needed satisfaction, he pounced as a Norwegian twink came into view dragging him off into the dark recesses of the room hidden from view they engaged in total lust until ....
LIghts - lights appeared, the whole room lit up, as guys looked shiftily around the lightness, revealing their sins, their indulgences to all that remained....gobbedonbitchboi emerged unsatisfied - disatisfaction that was going to cost pigboi heavily later......
They emerged at 6.30am, Saturday morning, Good Morning Berlin but ....Hello Hotel???? The taxi journey there had meant no recollection of where they had come from, the nights activities and lack of sleep had left their minds numbed, the satisfaction of sex, the need for sleep taking over...eventually the welcome sign of an S stood out Louise Helga Bahn or something similar, held out hope of a return to the hotel. Gobbedonpigboi decided the night had been a mistake - we gonna be fucked (pigboi had been) laters we shouldnt have done it, why didnt we just have a drink then head back to the hotel.......but anyway a route from LouiseHelga to Anhalter was found and pigboi reached his pen where he curled up and re lived in sound his nights activiites as he slept..
Gobbed on meanwhile frsutrated by the fullness of his unemptied balls, the failure of his ear plugs to protect him from pigbois grunts and moans lay restless, sleepless....he drifted eventually but by 10.30am gobbedon turned into TourGuide we are here to see Berlin - and all of it ..today!
Day 2 - Brandenburg Gate, the Dizzy Heights of the Reighstag Building....
Pigboi was awoken - the only thing missing from a Maplins Holiday Camp Good Morning was the lack of a welsh accent and a lisp from TourGuide - HiDiHI good morning its time to see Berlin.....wtf.....but still pigboi decided he hadnt gone all that way to lay in bed and a day of culture lay before him...a day that would see the history or Napolean, the unification of Germany, the fall of the Kaiser, the murderous rule of the NAZI's through to the building of the iron curtain and its fall - the creation of a city of Freedom, Peace and Indulgence....and the day which was to last through till yet another 6am finish, began.....
So 11am Saturday 18 July the intrepid tourists set off - tho god forbid they gave any indication of being a tourist - that was, the tour guide insisted, not appropriate - and we had to remember that we had already wasted half of the day, the schedule had to be met, pigboi hoped his feet had been oblivious to the last comment - as all thoughts of sighseeing on a tour bus faded.
First stop according to the tour book - which was only glanced at discreetly by TourGuide was the wasteland of the former Gestapo HQ, imagine a building site overgrown with trees and rubble and you can see it too. Then the wall - concrete, graffitid, a small section symbolising the oppression of the past loomed into view - a powerful symbol of the triumph of freedom......pictures of course - a chance for pigboi to stand still....then the Luftwaffe HQ, formerly the largest building in the world and home to Himmler or was it Goebels, - Hitlers final bunker and the Holocaust Memorial. What seemed an unimpressive array of concrete blocks that begged questions as to what it meant and why, led slowly to a dawning, in a small way, of the immensity and bleakness of that horror. However feet and the need for food prevailed and sanctuary was gained....
Not for long, as the need to make up on lost time weighed heavy on the tour guides mind and history continued to dominate, the Brandenburg Gate loomed into view and several photographs later it was time to move on to the Reichstag Building an impressive and powerful symbol of German unity - both of the past and present. Again concrete was used to a most impressive effect as the buildings behind the Reighstag merged dramatically with it on the horizon.
Now pigs are creatures of the earth, they can rut about on land quite happily rummaging and foraging and grunting. Queueing for entry to the Reichstag building and to ascend into the peak of the dome pigboi realised it was a challenge - one he had to rise to - it was too impressive not to. Trotters clinging ungracefully to the bannister as they reached the pinnacle of the dome, pigboi was happy with his achievements and impressed by the occasional glances at the Berlin skyline. Gobbedon's ability to scoot about like a monkey taking perfect pictures from a range of angles inside and outside the dome was impressive - though not observed too closely by pigboi. At last the summit was reached and descent down the remaining spiral achieved.
The end of the first morning's schedule of touring had been achieved - it was about 5pm...and pigboi and gobbedon decided the hotel and a sleep were desired before the exertions of a full evenings entertainment in Berlin could commence.
EVENING TWO - NUDE NIGHT AND FICKEN....
Evening two.... One has to remember at this point that the subjects of the story (yes without an e) were essentially shy, retiring, genteel english boys (and in one case at least, were very respectable upstanding pillocks of the community) and after a day of culture decided that their original plans for the evening were not quite British.
Fickstutten Market was a bit depraved - after all it was due to commence at the same time as afternoon tea back home. The decision as to whether to be stallions or mares had not been reached, and whilst both had its temptations, being mares...hooded and tethered to a post awaiting the arrival of the stallions appealed to the total subs in both participants......the knowledge they could not refuse ...or even see...the stallion(s) that may chose to mount them (which roughly translated means having some big throbbing knob stuck ball deep into their hungry cunts and fucked senseless till the stallion had blown the contents of his balls out of his knob) was attractive...the thought they may remain tethered to the posts all evening without arousing any interest was not. The attraction of being a stallion and able to fondle chose and pick the hooded and tethered mares was equally good. HOwever the starting time of 4.30pm - just before the football results were due - ok it wasnt football season but the habit kinda sticks - meant there was no fickstuttening to be had.
Still the sedate evening commenced ....once again Anhalter Bahnoff station the starting point. The lift was entered, and like some tardis it took them into another world - a world of 1930s Berlin, old cream tiles covered the walls of the tube, Anhalter, in some germanic font was starkly engraved in black on the tiles, the black wrought iron of the stairs, the red floor tiles, the old seats - only the ticket machines gave a sign of the 21st century world that was above. Ticket machines - now theres another tale - the 'free' Berlin tube was much appreciated by the explorers - though it was approached respectfully by Gobbedonbitchboi (oh yes he was back...Tour Guide had dissappeared for the day) and with the same ritual as each visit to a tube station had now adopted, Gobbedon frowned, raised his finger and traced a line from departure point to destination, a finger that was only removed once the colour of the line, the direction of travel and the number of the train had been etched on his mind. Pigboi waited patiently, the hunger and heat within him bursting out, pigboi was hot and it was obvious....the sweat dripped from every pour...as he pronounced glibbly with the waive of a hand ...so its direction Orange/ York/ Brunden on this platform then. (Pigboi anglicised things to help his memory - a tack adopted by gobbedon eventually...which confused pigboi totally...to him mozarella street was so totally Italian, mussolini and hitler werent remembered for producing world peace and a state of nirvana). The glibbness of Pigboi's approach to tube travel and the possiblity that they may end up in some corner of berlin unchartered by gay boys and subject to far right attack, and not to mention not to reach the beloved destination of gay bars and dark rooms, occasionally and subtly produced a despairing look in gobbedons cool (non touristy) face.
So Herman Munster Plazza was reached alighting from the tube the boys secured at least two of their sleazy destinations for the evening...Triebwerk and Ficken 3000. But at 9.30pm such dens of antiquities (or is that British saunas) appeared empty - oh yes but this was Berlin and if horse fairs can clash with cream scones and earl grey anything is possible. SOOOOOOOOOO36 and Rose's - just round the corner according to the map were decided on as the initial destinations......
Horse fairs conjure up pictures of idyllic rural england but as with every rural field there are dykes.....and every single dyke in deutchland appeared to have taken over SO 36. The wall may have been breached 20 years earlier but no one appeared to have told this army of cropped, bra less and booted women. Gobbedon and pigboi moved on to the more feminine surroundings of Roses Bar. The candlelit, rosary draped bar in a subtle shade of dusty pink was a refreshing change both from Lesbos land up the road and their destinations - only earlier that day.
No one had prepared them for the celebrity clientelle either. Gok Wan sat perched at one side of the bar - though it is strange how in the flesh he looks like he has had an accident with a bicycle pump - so large and bloated...and then .....well fuck me (though probably not I remember the impact he had on others shoulders) there ....in Americanised form, a very cute americanised form, was an old flame of gobbedon's. Gobbed on hadnt realised as pigboi watched the eyelashes flutter and smiles flash from one to the other like a game of tennis and then ...pigboi dropped the bombshell...Glinten that controlling snake charmer of old was there, present and working his magic yet again on Gobbedon. But the secret ambition of glinten was out - to turn ODL into a controlled masterace of germanic youth - all at his ambitious command and whim. His secret trip had been rumbled, gobbedon had saved ODL to party till all hours again.
Such respectable company was not however going to hold two slutbois for long. Their yearning for sleaze soon surfaced.
Triebework and nude night beckoned. Pigboi fearful for such exposure and that nerves may not produce the desired result went forth in trepidation....triebwerk was reached the door opened....gobbedon asked if underwear was allowed - the smiling doorman - said its Saturday - so erm, NO. He then passed two bags - one each, into which gobbedon and pigboi removed every last vestige of respectability, that is apart from trainers. Pigboi need not have feared, he along with gobbedon were both fully functioning and aroused by the situation of being naked in a bar and knowing what pleasures awaited. They turned, handed the bags to the doorman who marked each bag with a number - a number that corresponded to the one he marked both boys with. They set off numbered, naked, erections swaying ...into the darkened room, stood at the bar and ordered a beer - just like any night in any pub back home. The beer was downed quicly as needs surged and the large open thick safe like door beckoned them through to see what pleasures lay beneath......
The heavy safe like door witnessed the naked pair pass through and once again down into a darkness tainted by the stench of sex. A fit muscular blonde german youth stood head bowed at the base of the stairs like some sentry on duty - proud, erect and fully at attention. His firm body, hard pecs and longish blonde hair, covering his face, was too much for gobbedon who quickly turned and was last seen by pigboi descending to his knees to devour german youth. Pig boi moved on, turning left down a narrow corridor which led to the ancient chapel - now darkly runied the dainty tealights flickering on the altar. He was impressed by the chapels especially warm welcome to any Scottish nudes that might have happened to pass, as in front of the altar stood a large black St Andrew's Cross. Of particular benefit pigboi noted was the large straps conveniently located at each end of the cross, for devoted tired pilgrims to clasp themselves fully and closely to it as they showed full abeyance.
Moving back pigboi noticed the blond german sentry remained on duty but abandoned by gobbedon who moved somewhere in the darkness. Strange eyes white in the dark looked out as pigboi moved on down the corridor, a room on the right was large and reasonably lit - which revealed a relic of the war years pleasuring and exhibiting himself freely to all passers by. Pigboi moved on, eyes eerily loooking glancing - pigboi felt a presence behind him and he knew that this was his moment, a moment that could not be recorded for youtube and shared with the world, as naked, he had nowhere to store a camera, but it was without doubt a Michael Jackson moment his spirit was felt and pigboi felt every sensation of a thriller moment.
Its close to midnight and something evils lurking in the dark. Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart. You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it. You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes. Youre paralyzed.....cause this is thriller, thriller night. And no ones gonna save you from the beast about strike. You know its thriller, thriller night. Youre fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight. You hear the door slam and realize theres nowhere left to run. You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun. You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination. But all the while you hear the creature creepin up behind. Youre out of time.
It was then he pounced - no, not Michael Jackson, but some cute if large hairy bear, pig boi wassted no time in pulling him in to the next room as they snogged lips getting sorer. He pushed berlin bear back to the bars that separated the room from the cavortings on the other side, berlin bear soon shoved pigboi so his back was at the bars as berlin bear sank to his knees to suckle away between pigbois legs....it was then pig felt the probing of a tongue as his ass pushed back onto the bars and the creature of the night that rimmed on the other side of the cell. The sensation, the moment, nearly proved to much and pigboi had to release himself before his balls released their churning fluids. Following the direction of his knob, pigboi moved on to another room, which blissfully provided a place of rest - tho it was clear from the noise and the movements in the shadows that the creatures of the dark were loitering, writhing, engaging in pleasure. The place of rest however, in fitting with the the ambience of the place was black leather, and was suspended from the ceiling by gothic chains that clanked as pigboi fondley touched a potential place he could lay his head...but before thoughts of rest could overtake him some guy robbed pig boi of his leather rest and flung himself on it, wrapping his legs round the chains as pigbois hands went to explore the open, tight, cum drenched hole that was open before him. Resisting the opportunity to mix the multiple loads further in the guys ass and to add his own pig boi once again moved on. This time along the other side of the cell divided by bars and back towards sentry boi, but before this was reached berlin bear pounced, once again the rough feel of his lips on pigbois face as their tongues fought for entry to each others mouths, pigboi felt the hard thick cock of berlin bear rub against his own as they moved into a small room to continue their lustful activities. Grinding together in total hunger pigboi felt the pressing of a cock against his spit lubed ass he pulled back turned round, unusually shy as to what was about to be bred into him, at which point berlin bear took his chance and pigboi felt his hole teased by berlin bears mushrrom head which continued its forward journey stretching pigbois ring and ploughing in deep as the third guy turned too and took pigbois knob raw into his cum lubed cunt.
Now, in such a predicament of raw bb indulgence, pigboi didnt particularly want to bump into anyone he knew, but it was at this point that the ghostly apparition of gobbedon's face appeared through the door, pig boi could just see the head, the poppers applied only moments before had affected his already altered perceptions of reality. Gobbed on looked at pigboi then moved his eyes left to berlin bear then right to anonymous hole that pigboi was even then fucking, and then back to pigboi. It was clear from gobbedon's look that the two specimens which pigboi cavorted with did not rise to gobbedon's standards of quality control....but then the apparition was gone and berlinbear and pigboi pumped deep to a mutual crescendo with pigboi taking and giving a full deposit of jizz at the same time. The event over pigboi moved on ....events had left him thirsty and in need of beer so he aimed for the bar...at the base of the stairs upwards the blonde german still stood guard and was still resplendant in full erection. Pigboi spent but still horny couldnt resist and fully genuflected before this perfect example of naked german youth and began to suck on the guys wet dick. It was then pigboi looked up towards where his hands were exploring a smooth hard pec, and noticed the face of german youth - the poppers, the alcohol, the cavortings may have caused it, who konws, but he looked into the face of an old bearded man.
Even at that point pigboi didnot want to cause offence so sucked a little while longer then stood and moved back up to the bar. Gobbedon waiting purchased a beer and both quenched their thirsts naked at the bar along with four or five others. Gobbedon felt there was better sport to be had elsewhere and that neighbouring Ficken would provide greater fun and pleasure. Moving to the exit the bags were passed - pigbois number erased by the sweat and intimate body rubbing he had been engaged in. Bags found and dressed gobbedon and pigboi ceased to be numbers 70 and 71 and moved into the normality of a berlin street, cars passing by, couples holding hands.
A by now familiar sight ...a narrow shop front, no windows, Ficken 3000 written across the top - which, roughly translated, means FUCK 3000 - and stay in there long enough - you probably would. A mere 4 or 5 doors from Triebwerk ...the second sex club of the evening was to prove to be eventful not only for the social networking opportunities (for fucks sake it was Ficken not Facebook ;-) ), but also the toilet facilities which pigboi was particularly happy with. So something for everyone....gobbedon and pigged boi confidently walked in - dissapointed only that it wasnt Ficken's Pork Night (Pigboi - although just roasted wouldnt have said no to another porking) which was advertised as Dance, Strip and Fuck. Well it looked to the rural (if not , by now, innocent pair) that every night was Pork NIght at Ficken. More beers ordered or was it yet more jaigermeister or possibly both and once again a door at the top of some stairs beckoned. The open metal stairs led down to a room with large screen tv showing a film that you certiainly didnt get broadcast on the Beeb, some tight assed twink taking a bb pounding from a hung hard muscle top had both adventurers raring to go...so onward beyond the room and the guys sat in the chairs wanking watching porn.....a corridor (of course by now you will be familiar with the set up) went forward, on the left a room of total darkness, moving forward along the corridor it turned right - a further room with sofas and porn playing - the only light in the room - was opposite, moving left into the corridor once more there was a side entrance to some small cubicles and opposite that the social networking mattress raised up in an alcove, the corridor then turned round to the right to complete the square back to the ....well anywhere else it may have been called a vestibule.
So the pleasure palace at their disposal the boys set off in pursuit of Ficken's pleasures. Gobbedon was determined not to have another night with pent up frustration and needed to blow his load. Pigboi headed for the dark - a darkness which he felt growingly accustomed to.....and it wasnt long before he was on his knees gobbling on some large brockwurst, not taking long the cream was soon devoured and pigboi needed urgently to ejaculate more than the cum that he had been planting deep in willing asses the past two nights. So he set off in search of the gents - going by the inner porn room, he noticed a guy laid naked in the middle - an older guy wanking on the sofa at the side, another guy stood letting rip from his cock the biggest stream of piss over the guy laid on the floor. Pigboi had found the toilet - he queued, watched as the piss hosed directly into the guys gob then as the stream moved to a trickle it ran down his chest, the guy shook his knob the last drop fell off and he walked out leaving pig boi free to relieve himself.
The naked piss covered guy said something in German, Pigboi politely said I beg your pardon do you speak English, the German said 'piss over my head', (with hindsight it could have been piss off ) pigboi nearly wet himself with excitement, but the the germans need was obviously greater and he pointed his by now arousing knob right at the germans head and unleashed the fullness of his bladder over him, as the germans head moved back his mouth opened and pigboi would have won the golden shot (or was it golden shower shot) with his aim right at the back of the guys mouth, still in full stream pigboi changed his aim, moved down to the guys chest, before hosing his stomach and down to the guys hard cock and balls as the stream slowed. The german started to mix the piss he was covered in up, rubbing it on his chest balls and head then licking his fingers clean. Hygiene pigboy noted was still respected even in such a place and pigboi didnt even have to shake as the guy leaned forward and sucked the remaining drops from pigbois cum covered ass stained dick.
Pigboi was spent in more ways than one and headed to the vestibule to enjoy the film - the fact he hadnt watched it from the beginning did not detract from the pleasure. Gobbedon was sat down, a cute French guy by his side, pigboi was amazed they were talking clubs, places to see and his interest was aroused when the JSR Club in east berlin was mentioned. NOw JSR may not mean much to most readers but for East Yorks guys it is the name of a chain of pig farms and Pigboi was ecstatic. Gobbedon who was pschizophrenically switching between tour guide and sex hunter was in full flirt, seeking the best destinations to go for the days touring that was to begin only a few hours later. Gobbedon and French friend shortly dissapeared, back into the recesses of the dark. At last Pigboi thought Gobbedon is going to be relieved of the pressure weighing heavy in his balls, various comings and goings ensued and pigboi felt the need to relieve his yet again full bladder (there are some pleasures to old age!) Fortuneately the toilet was still in situ and once again a full deposit was made...during which he heard the unmistakeable voice of gobbedon cum tour guide discussing venues and places for the next night. He noticed gobbedon sat next to French boi on the slightly darker couch - another lad had appeared next to them - German, one seems to recall...so pigboi moved on and returned to the film - which hadnt reached its climax yet - although judging by the state of the guys ass he had seen several climaxes previously. Time passed and pigboi moved again....to find Gobbedon still engaged in polite conversation, trying to be discreet and not sound impatient pigboi muttered his early morning call of 'are you ready yet''are you ready yet'. And moved on...upstairs to quench his thirst and fill what was by now a well emptied bladder. Bottle emptied he moved back to the top of the stairs and noticed the official wc, into which he followed a barechested muscle guy, they stood next to each other pissed and were aware of cavortings going on in one of the toilet cubicles. Muscle guy finished and left and as pigboi finished he noticed the cute French guy, and the German boi opening the door, cocks spent...but no sign of gobbedon. Pigboi ventured downstairs wandered round the now emptying corridor and noticed gobbedon pinned to a wall his dick piercing some unseen guys mouth as he fucked hard. Pigboi, not wanting to perve, moved on and wandered round again as gobbed on was leaving the corridor, pigboi turning into parrot boi looked at gobbedon and sqwaked are you ready yet are you ready yet. Gobbed on was - he had shot his load right up the side of the wall as he was being groped and touched by a group of still horned up guys hungry to pump deep into gobbed on. But gobbed on being a man of sense and safety had resisted the temptation he had felt to allow a full hard raw knob to penetrate him and seed his hole. Spent the boys left Ficken and moved out onto a bright Berlin morning.
Now the complexities of S and U bahns had not featured so far in this blog. They were two separate train systems within berlin and they had to be negotiated in order to return Anhalter Bahnoff. Gobbedon wanted the quickest route back and wasnt convinced by pigbois assurances that a return via York Station was the quickest route. However the route via York was chosen and arriving at York S Bahn both were a little alarmed to find that there was no route back to Aunty Halties Bahnoff. It was realised that York Station had infact two stations - an S one and a U one the U (or was it the S) a short walk from the other. Eventually it was found and safe passage secured to the hotel. At 6.30am the boys reached their pigpen and pigboi once again began to wallow. Gobbed on drifted and at 10.30 pigboi sensed movement and realised that this was not to be a day in which they were going to be behind schedule.
DAY 3 Sightseeing and a return to Schonenburg.
The blood almost literally drained from Pigboi's face as Gobbedon stated how fresh and raring to go he was that day....pigboi - hungover, eyes wanting to shut dragged himself into tour mode. The bright sunshine as they left the Hotel didnt help. Gobbedon strode on, now even in a tired state Pigboi's natural sense of direction prevailed and he managed to persuade Gobbedon that heading off to William Street to get to PostDamn Sq was not a good idea. However Gobbedon was beset by worries of his own. The contemplative frown on his brow was soon verbalised - Gobbedon was thinking sausages. No, not the big throbbing kind that spat out juice when worked long and hard, but the edible cumberland type, or this being Germany i suppose bratwurst is more appropriate. Sausages ...pig boi thought maybe he is hungry - breakfast had not as yet been devoured - or even a wakeful cup of coffee - but sausages. Gobbedon slowly revealed the depth of his thought. If a sausage was on a plate he mused, and it arrived in front of you, after being round all the other tables at which the customers had licked on it, sucked it but not eaten it - would you put it in your mouth. Now obviously the answer is no - but Gobbedon had a point - they had spent most of the previous two nights doing exactly the same thing. Gobbedon - a conversion on the road to Damascus declared never, ever again. Pigboi thought yeah right and was relieved to see the stunning postdamn centre come in to view - he would have trotted off happily to the nearest trough but blisters, weariness - despite a whole 3 hours sleep had set in and he followed tour guide - who was assessing menu's prices....food,coffee, any will do pigboi thought! (Anyway at this point Pigboi's Sunday morning shag arrived for a total piss and fuckfest so see yah later folks...)
MMM well the last 24 hours are worthy of a separate blog from 26 year old muscled black boys, to piss and cum covered bear types and a fuck in the woods - well if you went down to the woods at about 2pm today you would have got a big suprise as pigboi fucked the living daylights out of a guy with only a tree for support...gobbedon hopefully wasnt on duty and his colleagues appeared to be distracted by men pedalling about in lycra.......anyway back to Berlin.....
So food was aquired an interesting oriental dish - chicken with limes and almonds I seem to recall - the views passing the outdoor table were they had perched - or was it, in the case of pigboi collapsed, were very stimulating - tho in the case of pigboi there were starting to become a bit blared as he began a slow evolution into a creature of the dark - not requiring vision, just touch, feel, smell and mmmmmm taste....his right eye closing over, cyclops the pigboi was becoming worried - but it was not he decided going to spoil a days sightseeing and despite pained looks and gestures their day continued. Brandenburg Gate - a very worth second visit, a peek into the Kennedy Museum and a walk into the East - King Billy's statue - a green affair and not as blinged up as the one in their home city was stunning, a university with a fair selling second hand books - not much use to either pair given their knowledge of German was equal to their understanding of straight sex - though they probably stood a better chance at that than understanding even a paragraph in the books on sale before them.
It was now that they crossed a bridge and wow - there are few moments in life - other than someone dropping their trousers to reveal a massive thick cock - that produce a genuine wow factor...but the view before them did - and it was a view of ....not a cock, a sex club or anything sleazy but an extremely impressive church. Now pigboi not being in possession of tourguides book and cant currently be arsed to google it...does not know the name of the impressive powerful building before them. Gobbedon, an opportunity to get on his knees again, strode forth in marvel at the impressive house of god before them. Pigboi squinted and followed. Both agreed that the impressive building was clearly designed to strike fear into the heathen sinners that approached it, the glory of the one universal and catholic church of our holy mother, father, sister, brother and adopted dog drew them nearer. Pigboi decided that if he managed to get near the alter, a full genuflection, a grand gesture of crossing himself and maybe a sprig of garlic (one so unholy needed protection), may be appropriate, but decided the danger of him not being able to rise again was much greater than the potential wrath that could be inflicted on him by failure to show abeyance to the body of christ in holy repose upon the alter. Why are catholics so keen on slipping bits of a body into themselves every sunday morning, pigboi was not sure - in Berlin it appeared you could do it anytime, day or night.
ANyway they proceeded into the House of God, claps of thunder, earthquakes and the demolition of the fantastic building did not follow - however the church surrounded by all the gold, the icons, the marble statues, was as poor as ever and charged for entry so gobbedon and pigboi sneaked a peak as the door opened to let the paying guests in. It could even have been a joseph and mary moment - no room at the inn, though despite pigbois heavy breathing and rather tight tshirt he didnt think, despite the weekends activities, that he was pregnant - let alone close to giving birth to the son of god. So the humble pilgrims of sex, rejected from prostrating themselves at god's alter - and oh how pigboi would have prostrated himself anywhere at that moment - moved on.
An art gallery was briefly entered, now the pain on Pigboi's eye was immense at this time, and whilst gobbedon probably didnt appreciate his efforts to play down the pain pigboi was convinced some rejected lover (yes there were one or two) had created a voodoo doll and was piercing his right eye with a multitude of pins. Pigboi thought looking at pictures was a bit sunday school - and his eye couldnt have withstood the warm air conditioning for long - the bright sun was causing problems - oh how he longed for the dark. He was relieved when gobbedon decided pictures were not quite their thing and escaped for the entrance and the bright sun. Gobbedon had visions of rising to the heights of berlin again and the tv tower loomed dominating the skyline of Berlin with a huge glass revoloving ball - which took 3o minutes to rotate - during which time one could eat and have a coffee in the restaurant. Pigboi whose preference was for rummaging for truffles on the ground - was not convinced. They walked closer, an ornate fountain with Zeus resplendant at the centre spewed forth water as the boys earlier that day had spewed forth gob, cum and piss. They walked towards the tower and pigboi had an idea as he watched an old tramp asleep on a bench. Hey gobbedon why dont u ascend the tower by yourself - he knew gobbedon wanted to and didnt want to spoil ...or indeed humiliate his friend by whatever antics such heights may have produced in him. So gobbedon agreed and set off....pigboi meanwhile espied a green cross - no he didnt want to learn how to cross the road - although this continental business of driving on the wrong side of the road was confusing. He needed something to soothe his eye. A packet of cigarettes later and some eye drops pigboi felt satisfaction was in sight as he looked for a park bench on which to rest his weary eye, feet and wait for gobbedon to return - the first eastyorks boi in to space. Well it was high. Looking for a park bench pigboi was suprised to be acosted by a local accent. The wait for the tower was over an hour and a half - and even then you werent sure what time your ticket would be called, so gobbedon had decided against it. However on hearing of the possibility of eye drops, gobbedon turned into Crippin......oh how he loved applying eye drops. Thankfully he agreed for a ten minute break at the park bench - mutiny may have ensued had this not been consented to. His pleasure at being able to apply eye drops satisfying him for the moment as to any further tourist activity. Pigboi put his feet up, shut his eyes and drifted. Now pigeons may share the beginning of a name, however feathered and fluttery they were a total anathema to pigboi who had been known to seek desperate cover in lingerie shops to avoid them. Crippin however watched and waited till the aforementioned flying rat was directly under pigbois feet, then woke him and even with his failing eyesight pigboi noticed immediately the threat to his very life and soul that plodded and pecked on weird feet before him. Restrained from total panic by total fear itself pigboi froze stood up as the creature moved on. Pigboi decided that such intrusions required a move and more tourist activity. Gobbedon had been alarmed by the presence of a group of what can only be described as East Berlin scallys gathering behind us. Scallys but looking more like punks the only viewing of riffraff experienced throughout the whole weekend.
So to Checkpoint Charlie. A route away from the tourist trail was chosen. A walk by tall towering concrete skyscrapers - at tribute to Soviet housing, mingling in with gothic old buildings and quaint ones reminiscent of warsaw, prague - well pigboi thought they were ... though he had never been.
Checkpoint Charlie was reached - though this blog doesnt quite detail the oft frequented movement of pigbois hand to his head and eye.... it occured quite frequently. The presence of daylight and sun was begining to affect the creature of the dark.
Now Checkpoint Charlie - recreated for tourists, inspired a range of feelings. The boards picturing and describing the history of the wall and the checkpoint could potentially have invoked tears had not pigbois eye been watering so much. It was a moving and detailed description of the division the wall created and how, by chance and the desire of people to be free - something which pigboi strove for at every opportunity, it came down. A list of those killed trying to flee it was a sombre reminded of the danger of the wall - a boundary that gobbedon and pigboi now skipped over freely, almost glibly - something which even 20 years earlier would not have been possible without the pain of death. The other feeling inspired was one of tacky tourism as 'French' and 'British' soldiers stood at the check point holding their national flags. Pigboi regretted that the French solider was far more hotter than the British one. So checkpoint Charlie visited the weary - well pigboi was - travellers set off back for the hotel. This was via the only remaining section of the wall, the Luftwaffe building - which as pigboi now knows was the seen of the valkyrie rising against HItler, the sight of the former Gestapo building - on William Street and onto Stresseman Strasse - and pigboi was now quite stressed by lack of sleep and a quivering eye.
Anhalter yay!!!! the hotel was reached and pigboi through himself into his pen like a thing possessed and wallowed for two hours until awoken by gobbedon hungry for the nights adventures.
Now tonight was to be sex free - it was a night of clubbing in East Berlin - you may recall this was at the aforementioned JSR club - though gobbedon has rightly pointed out that this in fact was the GMF club. It was advertised as a place for the young and athletic - no dark rooms but some did take their shirts off. Pigboi was comforted by the fact that, despite cavorting naked in a club less than 24 hours earlier, only 'some' took their shirts off. Unfortunately gobbedon's networking in ficken did not produce a recollection of the place the club was situated at , neither did a search of the net produce an address. So what to do.....well they had both enjoed club connection and it was decided that this area needed further exploration. Showered and ready..gobbedon and pigboi set off on another eventful evening in Berlin....
Evening 3 - More cock, cum and hard sex...
So evening 3 in Berlin commmenced - destination Schonenburg ...a by now familiar trip to Anhalter, the ruins of the old station, the park, the lift....the tube and gobbedon's familiar routine. Tho this time it was destination - somewhere more central. Relaxed by sleep if not by his eye, pigboi was not as hot as the previous two nights and refrained from drenching the platform in sweat. Destination reached the boys found a bar - no dark rooms, just a bar in which to indulge their love of Becks and Jaigermeister. Seated at the pavement bar the boys watched the passing trade, a couple on their left ordered and paid for drinks but left before their arrival - and gobbedon sequestered the paid for jaigermeisters before they could be returned to the bar.
Pigboi was watching hungry if vision impaired. A pair of bollocks appeared before his eyes as if out of nowhere and his natural reaction was to move out his tongue to lick....but on a public street in the middle of town he decided he needed to refocus his vision before engaging in such an act. A dogs ass waddled before him, tucked under the arms of Helga, a fellow client of the bar...pigbois tongue retracted quickly.
Civilised on a street in Berlin they drank and this is where events become blaired to pigboi..... a wander round led them to Scheune a bar with no windows. They entered via the intercom entry system. It was the website claims, an internationally renowned sex club - not like the local Kings Head then. They walked in the familiar darkness comforted pig boi immediately. Gobbedon immediately engaged in discussions with Cunter the bar man... a fair haired youth who swapped between passive and active dependent on which wrist his leather arm band was on....and visits to the toilet meant the familiar 'door' was espied. Pigboi was despatched to find out what lay beneath. Descending the stairs he entered a comforting darkness. The bottom of the stairs enabled a choice between left and right - both leading to darkness....
The darkness appeared empty to pigboi or was filled with only the passing trade of former SS Guards and Soviet informants. Pigboi ascended the stairs, reporting back to gobbedon the lack of talent beneath but gobbedon thought he was on facebook again and was networking. Demanding proof of the blonde haired barman that he was indeed 40 - not the 20 year old he appeared. Proof was obtainted and both were gobsmacked - tho not as smacked in the gob with a huge cock as gobbedon would have liked to have been at this point. There followed a period of confusion during which pigboi cant remember what happened - was it now he flipflopped with the hot chinese/japenese lad and got chunked in his ass or later. Whatever he remembers the hot body of the far eastern youth, the firmness of his abs, the v, the pecs, his cock, his balls, his smoothness entranced pigboi as he pressed his cock into his tight cum drenched hole. the pounding only lasted so long before before chinese boi pushed pigboi off, rejection he thought but no pigboi was pushed up hard against the cold brick and was fully penetrated by chinese boi hungry for satisfaction. the pounding increased Pigbois desire and lusts, the hand that worked his cock came from the same guy that was pounding him senseless, but pigboi needed ass = hot smooth willing cum drenched ass and he forced chinese boi off him to turn on him again and raid his cum drenched cunt....pigboi gained satisfaction and let forth a torrent of spunk in to his ass ...but it wasnt to be the end chin/japeneses boi forced him up against the wall and made a full penetration and seeded pigboi like he had never been seeded before. Pigboi in the dark, the extreme, was happy.
At some point he met up with gobbedon, and they left the internationally renowned club of sex...for food. Pigboi couldnt help thinking food was inappropriate at a moment like this. The lightness of the cars, the street led pigboi to muse ...
Once upon a time there was light in my life. But now there's only love in the dark ...turn around bright eyes.... HOwever now was not the time for a Bonnie Tyler moment and some things were the same internationally .,.,..takeaways......god knows what gobbedon and pigboi devoureed tho chips were definately included as gobbedon went into full Facebook mode with an american youth and devoured his ketchup drenched chips. American boi followed pb and gb back to the internationally renowned house of ill repute...Scheune..... at the bar more jaigermeister was consumed then gobbedon decided to plummet the depths. American boi, alone in berlin after a few days with friends in brandenburg decided to follow leaving closely guarded rucksack at pigbois feet......
After what seemed an age pigboi decided fuck this and went to traverse the cellars below.. memory is uncertain but he definately remembers swallowing a wad of hot creamy cum before american guy appeared looking for his bag....well wtf pigboi wasnt a baggage handler at berlin station and said it was where he had left it.
Gobbedon meanwhile had enjoyed and devoured american boys fit body and ample dick fully in the corner of the dark, the US jizz was oozing down gobbedon's throat. He was later to feel guilty for swallowing his hot creamy wad and then without a second thought moving on to the next waiting throbbing knob. However such was the nature of Berlin nightlife.
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Reunited pigboi and gobbed on vowed to move on from this den of iniquity and to seek soloace elsewhere......
Tom's bar..... approaching 6am the cum spent pair entered to find an empty ish dark bar during which more Jaigermesters and becks were consumed.... a door ...yes you have guessed it , to a stairwayleading down below entranced the pair. Here however was not just a darkened corridor but a room of cavorting bodies consumed even at this late/early hour with lust. But Tom's bar was different - here everyone was conjoined together in an orgy of desire. GO and PB waisted no time in throwing themselves into the thick of the writhing action that was in front of them.
Gobbed on was cavorting with a aguy against the wall as pigbois hand felt the smooth hard body of a guy engaged in lust in front of hiim. He quickly waisted no time in seeking the hole that lay before him, but a very low undercarriage and a strange trajectory presented problems until the guy arched back and pigbois cock was planted deep in the willing wet orifice that lay before him. Pounding in deep pb faced once again the head of gobbed on, himself entwined upon some horny whore, pigbopi fucked deep, i hope your doing that safe gobbed on mouthed, pigboi thougth, as if, as he continued to plough the deep undercarriage of the guy in front of him, deeper harder fucking produced the desired result of the procreating juice that flowed from hungry pb to the guy that was writhing up against a guy in front of him.
Spent pb pulled back as gobbedon attempting to replace him at the low, dripping, undercarriage of the guy that had just taken PB. His condom used gobbed on regretted its waste as he coulnt find acces to the willing hole. However a new guy was on the block and gobbedon waisted no time in securing acces to the dark willing hole that awaited. Gobbedon's penetration into raw ass was to be brief lived as responsibility took over and he pulled out unspent....tho fitting another rubber he ploughed deeep into another guys and shot his load deep.
It was now morning and pb yearned for bed, however mounting the stairs to Toms bar above Gobbedon was reunited with his paramour of earlier...Cunter..... and the trio wound their way back to Scheune - a final farewell to Berlin or so they thought.....
In Scheune - empty apart from the three, gobbedon and cunter networked, no sign of sex ....ensuring parrotboi piped up the familar cry of are you ready yet, are you ready yet.... business cards exchanged, lust in the eyes , gobbed on responsded to the early morning cry.
So to the underground again and a final few hours in anhalter.....an 11am check out ....would the boys make it....
PB and GB's last day and final ejaculations in Berlin....
Well pigboi - a first of the three mornings managed to wake at 10.30, feeling fresher tho still with swollen eye, packed and showered, their suitcase stored at the hotel reception they set off - a day at the zoo. Yes it was a zoo, a proper zoo not some beastial place for daytime pleasure, although from what they had witnessed they were sure somewhere in the bowels of berlin such places existed.
Anhalter was reached, not before pigboi had purchased a bottle of iced tea with which to indulge his love of caffeine. Both were calmer, gobbedon revealed that he had shot his load in the shower that morning to try and prevent the horniness engendered by shirtless, shorted guys that appeared all over the city. Pigboi confessed to a similar activity.
They arrived at the zoo, tickets purchased they set off like eager school kids to view the caged big beasts. Eaglesl, rhino's, elephants, zebra's the usual fare of zoos. Pigboi got excited to see a wolf on full prowl and managed to avoid thoughts of being prostrate before it. Polar Bears pottering backwards, forwards, backwards, forwards and then to the caged big beasts of lions, tigers and leopards. Penguins and seals were cute as were the asorted apes of orangutang, gorrilla and one type that had the reddest of asses - an apparent soreness that was only matched by pigboi's eye. Had this blog mentioned PB's poorly eye previously - if not he had one!It was the panda, however, that produced the warm cuddly feeling as it lay asleep on its side, rolling over briefly in the daytime sun. The zoo toured the tired pair left the zoo pausing to shelter in a torrential downpour. It was then it happened, sod polar bears, elephants, seals and wolfs. The most impressive specimen of manhood cycled by in shorts - just shorts, his smooth firm body drenched by the rain that still pounded down. Gobbedon and pigboi stood open mouthed, even more so as he skidded, knocking some unknown tourist flying. Moving closer to witness the scene the specimens body glistened with the wetness in which it was coated. His shorts drenched too left little to the imagination as he assisted the victim of his accident. He paced up and down phoning for presumably assistance - whatever the purpose gobbedon and pigboi were not moving from the viewing point. HIs shorts slightly rolled down at the back revealed the top of a nice firm ass cheeks, both were hungry to pounce in and kiss the hole that must have been hurt by his fall better. But the he turned again to reveal his toned slim torso, firm pecs and the V that led to pleasures unfortunately hidden by his shorts.
This pushed Gobbedon and Pigboi over the edge, their morning wanks long forgotton memories. Time was made to revisit Scheune. Toms bar was shut, as was Scheune and connection. Bulls Bar was open and the pair purchased lager and went towards the dimly lit room at the back. Some twink and an older guy were cavorting on one of the sofa's, gobbedon and pigboi took a seat and watched the little they could see. The drink consumed they moved on. A shop for men's pleasure had been noticed earlier, although with 8 policeman stood outside, it was decided not to visit. They had now gone and the shop was entered. A large St Andrews cross was for sale alongside numerous other sordid sex toys, dvd's and books. A door at the rear was labelled private members only. ... 8 euros entry! Now like pablova's dogs doors were like a lure to the now depraved hunters of sex and satisfaction. Pigboi was despatched to purchase two tickets with which to gain entry to what lay beyond. The door was open a large corridor loomed before them, with even larger rooms off - the initial views of horned up berlin revealed pigboi's usually clientelle at work back home - and despite probing deep into every room, gobbedon and pigboi decided to depart. Tho pigboi was a little dissapointed - the fellow club members made him feel fit and youthful - tho despite an earlier assertion that it was the beauty of the cock that counted, he had to agree with gobbedon that there was no sport to be had in this particular arena.
By now gobbedon and pigboi were inflamed with desire and the need for satisfaction pressed hard against their flies. Gobbedon had his full hunting look etched onto his face as the pair sought somewhere, anywhere to gain satisfaction. A sauna would suffice but even here, in the middle of Berlin's main gay district there were none to be found. An internet cafe was found, and gobbedon coming over all shy, sent pigboi off to ask for the location of the nearest sauna. Such shameless activity by pigboi would not go without reward gobbedon offered - or at least the application of eyedrops later in the day - such activities produced a sadistic look of pleasure on gobbedon's face. Pigboi went in - gobbedon dissapeared... a map and directions were secured, but the walk was 30 minutes and both spunk hungry boys had a plane to catch.
They decided they had probably enjoined their last bit of bonking in berlin. But then a dvd shop was spotted - killing time they wandered in. The shop was packed wall to wall with porn dvd's - gobbedon was shocked at the titles, Fed, Seeded & Bred, A Chaser's Story, Pozzing Days, Bonkinb Berlin Bastards. The scene was along way from the sight of their first meeting far too many years ago in antidora's pub in Bishton Brupton - pigboi mused that despite the quaint east yorks village, even it managed to have the initials of BB. The pictures of cum drenched holes, of lads getting buggered bareback over the bonnets of cars was too much for pigboi and he nearly raped the inocent shopkeeper there and then. But, as in most places in berlin - there was a door! This time 6 Euros - gobbedon handed pigboi his money and pigboi went to the counter, two adults please and the tickets were given together with two keys for the lockers that had been unnoticed, adjacent to the front door. Manbags and rucksacks and valuables safely deposited pigboi was sent to open the door. The door opened both had their nostrils assaulted by a strong smell of dope, pigboi breathed in deeply. It was a large room with two corridors leading left and right, in the middle a series of small rooms and at either side more rooms. Each room had a door and a bench, behind the bench was a tv screen playing - differently in different rooms - the porn that had been on sale at the front of the shop. When u sat on the bench a mirror above the door reflected the activities showing on the screen. The pickings here looked richer than had been available earlier in the afternoon. Once familiarised with the set up the boys split, each set on their own adventure and satisfaction. Pigboi noticed a tall slim lad sat a room, long haired and with his jeans pushed to his knees his was the longest and thickest dick pigboi had seen that weekend. He waisted no time in moving on, getting on his knees and doing what his heart and body an dmind yearned for gobbling on cock and swallowing cum. The guy smelling of alcohol and no doubt drugs was out of it and placed his hand on pigbois head forcing his head harder on to his cock. Pigboi loved it. His hand reached up to play with the russian's large nips, and he moaned as the cock was pushed deep into his throat. He pulled off licked it up and down then buried his tongue on the lads ample balls then pulled back, gobbed liberally over the cock and balls before burying his face against it, the smooth soft balls rubbing at his chin, the long thick wet shaft throbbing against pigbois cheek, face, eyes forehead as pigboi rubbed and then moved up to snog and lick the lads nipples. He moved back to the cock and worked it, the russian was moaning and the way he fucked pigbois mouth , pigboi knew it wasnot long before he achieved that hot familiar feeling of jizz squirting and filling his mouth, the eruption when it came was amazing - loads of hot white tasty spunk spewed into his mouth and was hungrily swallowed. The cock was drained of every last drop before pigboi moved on to seek his turn to blow his wad.
Meanwhile gobbedon was in one of the other rooms. The description earlier of the layout ommitted to mention the holes that were carved in the walls between each room. Gobbedon was pushing himself up against a wall, his cock through the hole and penetrating the mouth of a hot skinlad on his knees at the other side, grinding up against the wall gobbedon fucked the lads face before withdrawing and descending once again to his knees to return the favour. Skinlad eagerly thrust his hard member through the hole into gobbedon's willing mouth. The skinlad spent, gobbedon moved on, two further encounters ensured that gobbedon was fully relieved and satisfied. Pigboi meanwhile - aware of the time, was rapidly blowing his load into a muscled tat guy he had found in a dark room situated off the main area.
Satisfied the boys had blown their final berlin loads and pigboi had found the darkness strangely therapeutic for his eye. The journey back to East Yorks commenced. Not before a final visit to Anhalter - the hotel - they hadnt want to drag the suitcase round berlin all day. The luggage collected, they set off - not before pigboi had the bright idea of finding the nearer S Tube to the hotel. Turn left and then right the receptionist had said. Gobbedon unsettled by such last minute changes in routine reluctantly agreed. He was alarmed and almost - very rarely for gobbedon - became stressed, aeroplanes dont wait, this alarm increased as there was no familiar S or even U signs looming as they turned right - they wernt even on the horizon. A train track was suspended above the river but there was no sign of how to reach it. Gobbedon looked at the map, pained, pigboi keen to relieve gobbedon's stress asked a passing Berlinite. This was very touristy and he was sure gobbedon didnt approve, but they needed an S or U. Directions were given, albeit pigboi was not confident in the manner the guy had given the directions. HOwever gobbedon strode off map clutched tightly as though it would lead like some mystic system of divination to the land promised by pigboi and the hotel receptionist of a local tube. By now they had walked further than if they had just gone to the familiar Anhalter S. A man bestrode a bicycle and pigboi approached - can you tell me where the nearest S Bahn is - the man waived his hands, there are no SBahns running today he ranted, that is why there is all the traffic. Pigboi felt frustrated by his choice of guidance - they had been riding Sbahns all day without problem apart from now. Eventually a U was spotted and Gobbedon was relieved as his ritual of finding the map, and tracing the route with his finger was followed. This time we were going to the end of the line, and at last pigboi thought, a berlin bus!
Destination reached the boys boarded the plane, gobbedon managed to remove his passport from the suitcase before it was too late, but it wasnt too late to prevent having to revisit the baggage xray as some bolshy helga noticed the removal of the security tag. Pigboi by now in exrutiating pain was tempted by gobbedon's suggestion that he was too ill to fly and that he should remain in berlin - dark rooms were the perfect cure. The lowering of the lights for take off and landing produced some relief. Landing and eventually clearing customs - it was decided that a hotel was the best course of action before returning, gobbedon was not convinced by pigboi's offer to drive given his condition. A trip to the nearest A&E ensued and pigboi secured the ointment that finally brought relief. A service station hotel reached, they checked in , separate rooms, gobbedon needed an undisturbed night, no wallowing, snoring, moaning or groaning. Pigboi flung himself into bed and regretted that they were not at some other service station - his search on squirt (for yes he did) produced no information to support his desire to wander...and he drifted and dreamt of an amazlingly wild and wonderful weekend.
Freedom, Peace and Indulgence had found its capital.
