Oktoberfest in Munich, most of the men are dressed in their Bavarian folk clothing finest. That means lederhosen and cotton shirts for the men and for the women dirndl dresses (short tops that show off your tits). Lederhosen are leather pants in every length from full-leg type to hot short-shorts, but all with a characteristic flap in the front for easy access. They also have suspenders that hold everything up and can be as simple as just plain leather straps or dressed in fancy stitching and with silver babbles or coins Ð a way to brag that you have more money than your neighbor. The flap is the key though for it is especially important if you have been drinking beer all day. Now there is something about the cut of the lederhosen that just accents the German man's butt to its best advantage. Men who normally look rather plain or "flat-ass" suddenly have curvature that makes them just downright hot. I am sure Google images has some pictures of men in lederhosen if you really want to see what I am writing about.
Even though it is called Oktoberfest, the `fest is actually held the last two weeks of September when the weather remains warm and sunny. So, all over Munich you see locals dressed in their Oktoberfest finery. You can be riding the tram or U/S-Bahn, you can be in a restaurant or fancy clothing store and everywhere you turn will be men in lederhosen showing off those adorable butts.
As to the fest itself, it is held in a "meadow" - actually a city park where each brewery brand has a "tent" for the indoor activities. Now these "tents" are anything but a small building holding anywhere from 5,000 - 8,000 people were they serve food, snacks and of course - beer. Good, fresh, unpasteurized beer in large glass mugs called a mas Ð about one liter or slightly larger than a quart of beer for about $10.50 with the exchange rate. The first weekend of the 'fest has a special Sunday Ð Gay Day - were one tent is the meeting place for the gays in Munich who are at the fest or visiting from around the world. The doors open at 9 AM and by 11 AM the tent is sold out and remains jammed for the rest of the day. Although one is suppose to regulate the amount of beer consumed in order to stay relatively sober, it never works and by late afternoon the crowd is wild, raunchy, and beer induced happy. Grab a seat at a table if you can and join in with locals, tourists and everything in between and have a good time singing along with oomph-pa-pa bands and the the international sing-along standards.
Inside the tents, the men's rooms are set up in the old fashion way - troughs with no privacy and a voyeur's delight. Those German men have no problem whipping out those large, bratwurst-like dicks out of their pants and taking a long piss. Drinking several of those mas/mugs will cause that to happen. Some of the troughs are set up facing each other so there is plenty of visual viewing without even moving your head. Of course, with that flap arrangement, there is nothing blocking the way to catching an eyeful. My favorite quote from a German talking to his buddy was "You are so pissed (drunk in slang English), I guess I will just have to hold it for you! " And he did without the other man batting any eye! Of course, the beer drinking goes on all day and the longer you are in the tent the more beer is consumed which leads to more trips to loo, which leads to more . . you get the picture.
Now by special arrangement, there are areas along the walls of the building called boxes and are usually reserved for groups. These boxes have doors to the outside. This exit allows one to leave and return to the tent even if the main doors are blocked due to excessive crowds because you are part of a special group. This also allows you to use the outdoor men's room that is smaller, open aired and has no artificial lighting so that by the time dusk has fallen the activities in the pissort have begun.
Here is where my piss story begins. I am dressed in my lederhosen and folk shirt and have been pounding the mas/mugs all afternoon. I was waiting patiently on-line for the indoor piss troughs, but my bladder was screaming for release, so I ventured outside to use the outdoor facilities.
It was an "E" shaped arrangement of pissing troughs and back in the corner in the shadows was a younger German guy on his knees just drinking away, guzzling right from the tap. His tongue was well inside the other's foreskin and he was slurping the beer piss. Two or three men were standing around watching the free show. One was slowly tugging on his uncut cock and the other was just watching. As young guy kneeling on the floor leaned back to catch his breath, the one standing finished pissing and proceeded to close up the flap on his lederhosen and graciously said "Veil un danke" (Thanks very much) and departed. The two others standing close by did the same and for the moment it was just the kneeler and myself. Now I am trying to read the situation to see what the potential was when the German motioned with his head to step up closer Ð which I did. He reached up and grabbed my lederhosen and unbuttoned the flap. I proceeded to put my cock in his mouth. The pressure on my bladder made for an easy flow. Rolf (I found out latter) proceeded to drain me dry and when I was finished, he rebuttoned my flap and got up off his knees.
I came down off my piss-induced buzz and said to him "servos" which is a Bavarian greeting word meaning "at your service" and dropped to my knees in front of Rolf. I returned the grabbing of lederhosen and opened his flap and he being a true Bavarian did not have anything else on under neath, so this lengthy, uncut cock flopped out. It was also surround by a bright, flaming red bush that had very straight hairs, but actually curled into large curls. (I should write that I am inflamed by redheads and red bushes are even more or a turn on.) There was a smell of fresh hay and manly funkiness, but all of it pleasant. The foreskin was also incredible long as it covered the entire head and then some.
For some reason, no one had come into the outside pissort so I leaned in and swallowed that bratwurst right down to those red pubes. Rolf said something in German and then "Gott in himmel" and I went to work. Suddenly Rolf's floodgates opened, and I got a mouthful of the sweetest, most pleasant piss that one can imagine. Lord knows how many mas/mugs he had swilled that day. I knew of at least one piss load, but whatever the cuvee blend, it was tasty. Rolf regulated the flow to keep me from drowning and two things I remember clearly was the rush of gurgling in my ears and the oomph-pa music in the background. Rolf's foreskin could also be manipulated with my tongue to increase the stream pressure. He even allowed me to lightly chew on his foreskin as the piss streamed out. He reached over and grabbed my extra sensitive nipples and proceeded to tune in Radio Free Europe sending me even higher on that edging rainbow. I could tell he was winding down as the stream reduced in volume, but it continued and continued. I know time goes both slower and faster when one's mind is overloaded, but this truly went on for 2-3 minutes. I was getting satisfaction on all fronts. When he finally finished this large redheaded trouser snake started to grow into a very respectable 13 cm cock (6 inch). But the foreskin still covered the head. I just continued hoovering on down the road and the next thing I knew, Rolf grabbed me by my ears and slid that hot bratwurst down my throat. That sent him over the edge and on the return stroke I received an extra tasty cum load on my tongue. I savored that taste and filed it away for future masturbatory usage. He stepped back and gave me the most pleasant smile and buttoned up his lederhosen. Just as I was getting up, three-uniformed polizei came into the room. One gave me the quick once over and just from his expression, you could tell that he knew what had just happened, but in the spirit of the `fest, slapped me on the butt and said in German "go back inside, you too Rolf." Which I did as ordered until the next mas flowed through my kidneys mixing with the piss already in me. Then it was back to the pissort when it was completely dark. But that is another story.