Tuesday 28 July 2009

4. GB and PB make their final ejaculations...




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. So the sex ended, no more indulgence was to be achieved and it had been a wild weekend - an only a flavour of the main events are given in this blog, it does not detail the minor gropings, sucks and snogs that both enjoyed and which are, as is the nature of such randmness - now forgotton.

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 in each and every sense of all 3 words.

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