Limax Naked Electronic Dance Party

And so it was. Comfort clothes, walk to train, cold, walk, train, walk, stand. In line maybe 15, 20 standing, only two at a time in, long pause between. I wait, handsome men, shifting feet, nervous, a courtyard, stairs down, karaoke bar with changing led lit frosted glass window glow purple, blue, green. Off-key renditions of 90s hits, belted, brought to you by ethanol. I realize I'm in Berlin, standing in line to get into a naked dance party crowded with over 300 men, naked men. This is amazing. And so it was. I'm on the dance floor with ball weights and tennis shoes, swinging my nuts like nobody's business, surrounded, pressed, cramped by beautiful naked men, techno beat, repetitious. I dance, swing my weighted balls to the beat, go inside, let the beat move me, come out again, see the mass of bodies, dicks, butts, beautiful skin on beautiful men, glowing under colored lights, smooth, perfect. One approaches, handsome, mature, nice figure, bulldog harness, we start to dance, embrace, he feels good, I suck his pierced dick, lots of pierced dicks, he plays with mine, I touch his ass, yielding the way I like it, he presses against my hand, encourages to go in, a couple fingers, then another, another, he wants the hand. I stretch it more kneel down and tongue fuck him, clean, taste the inside smooth, open, exposed and available, I fuck him, bare, no barriers, natural as it should be. Smiles, connected, sensual, kissing, touching nipple, neck, hidden places, secret places.

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