Busman's Holiday 9
cajuncock
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Busman's Holiday part 9 cajuncock
After spending a few nights in Berlin I headed for Munich. It was a 6 hour ride on the new high speed line. The scenery was beautiful and the men on the train reignited my lust. Most were seemingly occupied with their phones. This gave me a chance to stare.
I arrived in the late afternoon and found my way to my B&B. It was on one of the main gay streets, Muellerstrasse. The B&B itself occupied the top 3 floors of a 5 floor building. The bottom 2 floors and the basement contained a famous/ infamous gay sauna. I decided to check that out after a drink and a quick tour to orient myself. Using the subway I was able to locate the places that I wanted to tour the next day. It was nearly 1900 when I finally found myself in the NY club, near my B&B. The bar was filled with the loud happy hour drinkers. I noticed a number of men slipping off behind a heavy leather curtain. Being curious and a little horny I followed them. A dim hall way led to the dark back room. I could hear the moaning and loud slapping of skin on skin around me. I finished my beer and left the glass on the table outside. I slipped in, feeling my way around the walls. Doing this I managed to also get a feel for some very hard cocks. Most were of the German, uncut variety. The floor was slippery with the spent cum of many men. I thought of all the men who walked back out with cum stained knees as a badge of honor. I found an empty corner and settled in. Within minutes I felt a pair of hands unzipping my jeans. Another pair had pulled my tee shirt up to explore my chest and nipples. I was roughly handled by the men around me. A greased finger explored my crack seeking the tight hole. Finding the pucker, it pushed in. I moaned at the intruder. I knew that my man pussy would get a good pounding shortly.
A bottle of poppers were placed under my nostril and I inhaled deeply knowing that it would make me horny and more receptive. I felt a rather long, hard cock brush against my hip as the owner moved behind me. He muttered something in German. I took that to mean that he was satisfied with the newly discovered hiding place for his German sausage. He was not gentle, plunging into me with a single push. I moaned at the invader opening me wider than any before. He quickly got up to speed plowing away. I reached out and grabbed another stiff cock as my invader increased his speed. With one last push and a loud moan he unloaded his gift into my bowels. He pulled out only to be replaced by another cock. This one was slower and gentler. He reached around to grab my stiff cock. He soon had a rhythm pulling on my cock and pushing into my cum lubed hole. This went on as four others filled me. Finally, I was left alone with my jeans at my feet. I felt a tongue lick down my crack to find my dripping hole. It quickly began to suck the loads from my bowels. I've got to say that the Germans are a neat people. The tongue cleaned all of the cum from my hole and then licked up the dripping cum from my legs.
I left the backroom entering the main bar. I ordered another beer and glanced up at the clock behind the bar. I had only been in the back for 20 min. In that time I'd had 5 men dump their loads. The bartender brought me my beer. I went to pay him but he pushed my hand away and pointed down the bar to a tall, leather clad blond who lifted his glass in a salute. I guessed that he was one of the men who'd left me a deposit. I'd managed to finish only half my beer when he walked up beside me. He greeted me in German before slipping his hand down the back of my jeans. His fingers soon found my sloppy, open hole. He forced 3 fingers in as I moaned at the assault. We talked as he finger fucked me in front of the whole, crowded bar. No one seemed to take notice.
By this time my cock had recovered and was hard, pushing against my zipper. My tall friend ordered 2 shots to go along with the beers. We downed them and finished our beers. In halting English he asked me if I was interested in going to a private party later. I thought about it for only a second before agreeing to go. We arranged to meet in the same bar later that night and he'd take me to the party.
Feeling no pain I returned to my room, showered, and made sure to clean myself out. Refreshed, I left for a light meal at a nearby tavern. I returned after the meal for a short nap. I felt like a new man when I entered the bar to meet my leather hunk. He had a beer waiting when I got to the bar. Again in halting English, he asked if I was ready for a wild, no holes barred party. I nodded and we finished the beers and another shot before leaving. He hailed a taxi, giving the driver the address of our destination.
When we arrived at the apartment, the party seemed to be rather sedate. Leather men were standing around talking in pairs and groups. A few glanced over at me when we entered but otherwise paid no attention. My companion went off returning with 2 mixed drinks. We sipped them as one by one of his friends came up to greet him. I was introduced but didn't remember any names. Out host wandered around the room handing out little blue pills to his guests. I knew then that the party was about to really begin.
By this time I'd had 3 drinks and was feeling no pain. My friend offered me a small, pink pill telling me it would enhance the experience and allow me to perform all night. Well, between the 2 pills and drinks I was open to anything that the night had in store. A black, studded dog collar was placed around my neck. A lead was quickly attached and I was paraded around the room to the amusement of the other guests. I did notice that I was not the only one wearing a collar. A few other younger boys with fewer cloths were also wearing the studded, black collars.
The blaring disco music was silenced as our host announced the games. Each man would place his name in a bowl. The host would draw out a pair of names. Each pair would then get undressed and begin to enjoy the company. Since there was an odd number of men the last 3 names would perform for the entire party. As fate would have it I was in the final group of 3.
Furniture was moved back to make a space in the center of the room. A rubber sheet was spread on the floor. My 2 new friends took me to the center of the room and removed all of my clothing. I stood there naked with a large hard on sticking out in front of me. The 2 men then kissed my shoulders as they undressed. Steel cock rings encircled their large, hard equipment. I fell to my knees to worship the offered instruments that I knew would offer me hours of pleasure. The guests applauded when they saw 3 hard, eager, dripping cocks. I was suddenly pushed down on all fours and was spit roasted by the 2 men. Others gathered around pulling on their own hard tools. Their selected companions knelt behind them feasting on their holes. I soon understood the rules of the party. A pair of men walked up to the 3 of us and unloaded their stored up cum onto our bodies. This sent each of my fuckers over the edge as they sent their loads into my ass and my stomach.
The party continued into the early hours. At one point one of the other collared boys sat on my cock riding me to an orgasm. I must've cum three or four times and received loads from each of the men present. My tall, blond friend used me twice during the night leaving 2 loads of his own in my ass.
As the sun rose I stumbled out of the apartment and hailed a taxi for my room at the B&B. I was not the only one coming back at that early hour. I showered in the group shower with three others who'd also seemed to have had a good night. I slept until noon that day.
I woke feeling the loads still in my stomach. I decided to skip lunch since I knew that I'd had plenty of protein the night before. I spent the afternoon touring the palace museum of the former royal family. I'd hired a private guide, a young student, to make sure that I saw all of it. My guide spoke English and told me many lurid stories of the former inhabitants of the palace. He seemed to get a kick out of watching my stiff cock press against the zipper of my jeans. At the end of the tour, he pulled me off into a side room to give me a happy ending to the tour. I tipped him well and thanked him.
O, and now our traveler goes on to more adventures, this time in Italy. If you enjoyed this story consider an ongoing, monthly contribution to nifty at nifty.org. Comments welcomed: jaskejr@hotmail.com