M for M

Last night, I stopped into Mutschmanns for naked night (we tried to go once but it wasn't open), spent a couple hours and probably left too early. Typical layout with smallish bar on ground level, play space in basement. Play space was a little maze like, a room with suspended upholstered "slings" (actual rigid cushions), another with a large bed thing, a row of small cabins with doors and connecting glory holes and lots of narrow corridors which is where most of the people were. Good mix of guys, some very pretty ones but not much actual sex, mostly standing and walking. I got fucked by a few, sucked a few more. I didn't take out my ring so no one was interested in my dick. I was getting fucked by a pretty boy who was getting fucked by a guy with a big dick who'd just fucked me but position was awkward for the boy so he pulled out to focus on his ass. I sucked him a bit and then wanked while watching him take dick. I hadn't cum the night before and now needed it desperately, couldn't stop and let fly a huge load, intense orgasm. Not enough going on to hold my interest after so I left just as quite a few more were showing up, I think around midnight. I thought it's better when I'm with you because I get bored and give up to easily; you, always hopeful something interesting will show up, stay way past useful so we balance each other and stay about right together. Thought to go to der Boiler after just to relax in hot tub and sauna, but decided bed sounded better.

Upon leaving the club, I was accosted on the street in a mostly friendly way by two tiny Italian boys, both very cute, both very high on something inorganic. They were trying to find the bar, Bull but no one could get internet connection to locate it on a map. One kept telling me he liked "el sexo" very much, wanted to have sex with me (presumably right there on the street) both kept grabbing my crotch and commenting how big my dick is, all in that annoying, non stop, frenetic and pushy way that's a sure sign of chemical enhancement. Finally said, sorry gotta run and pushed off.  When I got home, I realized the 150 euro in my wallet was gone.  My wallet was in a shoulder bag, zipped shut and was there when I paid out at the bar but not there when I got home with no stop in between.  Could these boys somehow have gotten to it?  If so, I'm really impressed!


I need to get some things done today but seem to be turning into you and time flies by unnoticed and without accomplishing much. I'm being easy with myself though, relaxing, resting a lot. Yesterday was sunny, today may rain. Spring is just happening, leaves are budding out, forsythia, tulips, hyacinth and daffodils blooming everywhere.

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