2. GB and PB go wild in Berlin - Day 2

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!

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 inbed and a day of culture laybefore him...a day that would see the history or Napolean, the unification of Germany both 19th and 20th century versions, 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. Queing 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.... 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 Bahnoff 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) The same ritual as each visit to a tube station had now been adopted and followed, 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 Bar- 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 destination - 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. The smile, the eye movements, the body language all gave him away. 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. There 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 the 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 youll 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 wasted 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 the 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 mushroom head, which continued its forward journey stretching pigbois ring and ploughing in deep as the third guy turned too and tooke 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 knows - 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 beers 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 ago 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 forwarded 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 themiddle - 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 qued 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 American 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 being only a few hours later. Gobbedon and American 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 american boi on the slightly darker couch - another lad had appeared next to them - polish 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, the 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 american, and for theppurposes of this blog, the polish 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.