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 look 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 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 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 wernt 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 'American' and 'British' soldiers stood at the check point holding their national flags. Pigboi regretted that the US 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....
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 now where 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 pigboii decided fuck this and went to traverse the celllars 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 swallo0wing 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 ust 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 readhy 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....
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 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 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 wernt 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 'American' and 'British' soldiers stood at the check point holding their national flags. Pigboi regretted that the US 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....
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 now where 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 pigboii decided fuck this and went to traverse the celllars 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 swallo0wing 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 ust 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 readhy 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....
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