Before I left Pamukkale, Hamza and I went to a little tattoo and piercing parlour together on a whim and both got inked. He got one on his calf, and I added a third one to my right forearm where I already had a couple of bits of ink; I fancied building a cluster of them around my right forearm over time. They weren't matching "friendship" tatts or anything, but the act of getting them together was a little guy bonding experience. We also bought a pair of brightly-coloured woven bracelets at the market and tied them around each other's left ankles (stop gagging, it was sweet!).
From Pamukkale I eventually headed inland and visited Ankara, the Turkish capital. My little hotel had a decent gym across the road so I used it hard in between sight-seeing. Ankara was a little dry sex-wise, so I looped back to Istanbul for a few days before travelling through Eastern/Central Europe over several weeks until I got to Prague. Mostly that journey was by train, though I did catch some lifts by road and, on a couple of occasions, traded myself for the privilege. I had a great time in the various cities and towns I explored, but my hustling wasn't very remunerative; mostly I was bartering sex for favours, like a bed for the night, or food, a few drinks or a ride. Once I even gave a blowjob for a free load of laundry in a hostel because I had no change for the machines. My cash reserves were absolutely fine, but I had the notion of finding a brothel to work at in Amersterdam for a few weeks. Maybe naively, I thought it would be a hot experience, and an opportunity to commit to being a full-time paid sex worker for a little bit. To be honest though, my online research wasn't turning up many reputable options and there were lots of horror stories and journalistic exposes. It seemed male prostitution in Amsterdam, though legal, wasn't as visible as female sex work and mostly took place from private premises; the brothels I did find, I didn't feel good about. Though I was into taking calculated risks to indulge my hustling fetish (that was part of the rush), there were limits and I had to be careful.
When I finally made it to Amsterdam, I found a nice, clean, well-located hostel with a half-decent gym. I explored the city's cutural side and also had a good laugh in the Red Light District with my new-found friends. I also stumbled across a small gay bar well-haunted by hustlers, and over the course of two weeks I managed to score a few punters, all tourists or business men. Some just wanted a quickie in the bar's toilets or in the back alley, and I was far from the only guy who used those places for short and sweet transactions; sometimes you could hear action in the next toilet stall, or see shadowy figures going at it further down the alley. Others paid good money to take me to their hotel rooms for a couple of hours.
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One guy was in his late 30's, with short sandy hair and a trim cardio-honed physique. It was pretty warm and he was wearing a business shirt with the top two buttons undone, suit trousers and black leather shoes, whereas I was in my old Aussie Rules footy shorts over my jock, hiking boots with thick socks, a loose-fitting sleeveless tshirt, with my hair tied back. He slipped up to me at the bar with the confidence of someone who was far from home with no risk of bumping into anyone he knew. He bought me a beer and we got chatting. He was American, here on business working for a certain Anglo-Dutch petrochemicals giant. He presumably used this bar often because he noted he hadn't seen me before, and soon he asked if I'd be interested in going back to his hotel and we were discussing rates.
We taxi'd to his hotel and while he showered I stripped naked and spread out on his bed, sniffing some poppers. He re-entered the room wrapped in a towel, murmured his appreciation of what he had bought, and offered me a Viagra (he said he'd probably cum quick and he wanted to get the most from his 90 minutes; I declined with thanks - they don't mix well with poppers and I wouldn't need it anyway - and he popped his little blue pill). He dropped his towel, slipped onto the bed next to me and got to work on my cock. After he'd sucked me for a while he asked me to fuck him, so I got him onto all fours and enjoyed eating his clean asshole before rubbering up and stretching him out with a couple of lubed fingers. I started fucking him and, true to his word, he shot over the sheets pretty quickly. Lots of guys like to get the cock out of their ass once they've cum but I had a bit of the devil in me so I kept slamming him for a while longer. He didn't complain.
I stopped before cumming and flipped him on his back in his patch of jizz - he was still rock hard thanks to the wonders of modern pharma, so I slipped a condom and lube on his cock, straddled him and rode that dick for ages, my tool leaking on his belly, until he came again. Still he stayed hard (fuck he was getting his money's worth) but we rested for a bit and then I started to blow him, though he admitted he was unlikely to cum again. Still I enjoyed pleasuring him for a while until we slid into a 69 position. When I was getting close from his throat around my dick, I asked him where he wanted my load - he opted for his gob, so I stood while he got on his knees in front of me and I let him continue sucking me until I blew in his hot wet mouth.
He still had some time and I bet myself I could work another dose out of him, so I told him to trust me and started sucking him while massaging his prostate with two lubed fingers. My skills did not let me down and he spasmed as a trickle of thin semen oozed over my tongue.
He tipped me well and ordered me an Uber back to my hostel - job done!
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I also had a banging time (literally) in the clubs and saunas. I didn't have the leather gear and didn't want to buy any so I'd typically wear a Bonds vest (an Aussie workwear brand and a staple of any Aussie dude's wardrobe), jeans or shorts over my jock, with my hiking boots and thick socks. Depending on the venue and whether it was a themed night, I might strip down to my jock and boots. One club had a sling room and the first time I saw it, it was occupied so I just queued up and took my turn to fuck the bottom's cunt. The second time, it wasn't yet in use, so with a shiver of excitement I climbed in wearing nothing but a jock, boots and socks, got my legs hooked up through the ankle loops, and started to take sniffs from my poppers bottle. There was a bench to the side with a bowl of condoms, a large pump bottle of lube, piles of paper towels, plus a bin for used crap. I waited for less than 10 minutes before a leather daddy came in and started to feel me up, gave me a long wet tongue kiss, then squatted down to eat my tight asshole. When I was wet enough for his taste, he asked if I took it raw but I shook my head with an apologetic half-smile and gestured at the condom supply. He was fine about it, rubbered and lubed up, gave my cunt a few more licks then slowly but remorselessly pushed his way through my sphincter and up into my guts. As he fucked me, a couple more guys came it and soon there was a little queue. When daddy finished, I motioned that he should come up the head end and I washed his cock clean with my tongue as the second dude started to fuck me (he'd seen daddy tug off his rubber, and he and those who followed him were all respectful of my preference; there were no issues). I took nine sheathed cocks up my ass that night; a couple of guys skipped the line, came up the head end and used my mouth; and a few couldn't wait and jerked their loads over my chest and abs; I invited some of the fuckers to squeeze the contents of their used rubbers into my mouth. Halfway through I pushed the jock pouch aside and jerked out my first load, and I managed a second as I took my last cock of the night in the small hours of the morning. It being a club and not a bath-house, I had to use paper towels to wipe off as best as I could.
I felt right filthy after that, in a good way, and my cunt had developed a powerful hunger for more gangbanging action. This state of mind partly explains what happened next.
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The experience I'll now relate, I have mixed feeling about. It was insanely hot at the time, but resulted in an great deal of intense stress and anxiety then next day. I can look back on it now and get rock hard, and I hope you also enjoy it, but this is a true story, not fictional porn, and I'm sure you will understand why I feel about it the way I do.
I spent three weeks in Amsterdam, not because it was especially interesting (sorry, Amsterdam), or because the sex work kept me there, but because I ended up hanging with a great group of young travellers and we had a blast.
One night we found ourselves in a less-salubrious part of the city where there was a large, semi-abandoned and run-down house that had been used for a long time as a squat by young travellers and alternative types. Often it was a continuous party and, having already drunk a bit beforehand on this occasion, I soon got into the vibe and our little group dispersed to mingle and have fun. I found myself chatting with a good-looking young Spanish guy, younger than me by a few years I'd guess, but with a worldly air and a lot of confidence. I honestly can't remember his name so I'll just call him "Pedro". He was slim, physically twinky, with shoulder-length dark hair, a bit of thick black scruff and a couple of visible piercings. His skin tone was Mediterranean, and he was wearing a loose-fitting, over-large black vest, black heavily-ripped skinny jeans, and sockless white trainers. Sketchy black-line tatts were scattered across his arms and the exposed areas of his smooth, lightly-muscled chest. Myself, I was in my jeans over my only pair of clean briefs, my hiking boots with socks, and on my top half a plain white, fitted Bonds singlet which highlighted my tan and muscles well, if I do say so myself. My silver St Christopher's medallion nestled in my chest hair and my engraved silver cuff contrasted with a collection of woven bracelets on my right wrist. I'd left my long hair down for the night and it was now hanging past my shoulders, and my beard was eight months in, regularly maintained but thick, full and glistening with oil. The two of us contrasted in many ways but we were flirting heavily and I was sure something was going to happen. Pedro said he and his mates had some gear if I wanted to partake. I had some limited experience of chemsex though I wasn't big into it, but tonight I'd caught the vibes and my cunt was itching in my jeans. I smiled and nodded as he led me down a corridor and up the dark stairs.
We entered a room, dimly lit by a couple of floor lamps, with a large L-shaped sofa suite that had seen better days, a king-sized mattress on the floor covered in a pile of blankets, and shedloads of cushions everywhere of all sizes and colours. It was dingy and scuzzy and matched my mood perfectly. There were two other young guys in the room, one a similarly long-haired twinky type of dark, maybe Middle-Eastern complexion, the other paler with a blond buzzcut, both heavily inked. They were both sitting on the sofa, both shirtless and barefoot, one in boxer briefs and the other in grey jogging bottoms, sharing a glass pipe. Pedro just waved at them, they waved back, there were no introductions or anything. Pedro toed off his trainers and flopped down barefoot on the sofa, taking a hit from the pipe, so I took off my boots and socks and sat next to him, drawing deeply when the pipe was passed to me. It was "Tina" in the pipe, so I sat back to let it start to flow over me. We chilled for a while, just passing the glass pipe between us, saying little, as I started to get high and horny. Pedro got up after a bit and returned with a little plastic baggie - "Gina", he said - and he added the powder to my half-full bottle of warm beer. I swilled it around and downed the bottle in a couple of chugs, then sat back to let it work and experience the feelings that were rapidly coursing through me.
Pretty immediately my body temperature started to rise and I broke out in a full-body sweat. "Take off your clothes, get comfortable", said Pedro, and that suddenly seemed like a fuckin' great idea to me, so I stood up and peeled off my damp vest as the guys idly watched me, half-interested, half-spaced. I dropped my jeans and briefs and put my kit over with my boots and socks, adjusted my semi-hard junk and flopped fully naked back on the sofa. I spread my arms across the back of the sofa and manspread my legs wide, extending them into the room and flexing my bare toes in a soft velvety cushion. I tensed and stretched all my muscles and limbs, arching my back, partly because it felt so good with my enhanced awareness of my own body, and party to be deliberately exhibitionistic. Pedro massaged his jeans-covered crotch with one hand while reaching across with the other to feel my torso, running his damp hand over my sweat-slick muscles and through my body hair, tweaking my nips, then cupping my heavy shaved balls. He ran his fingers lightly over my slowly-swelling semi, making it jerk, as he leaned in and took a deep sniff of my clean but sweaty pit. The other long-haired twink slipped off his boxers so he was naked like me, and started to stroke a nice uncut hardon, jutting from a thick black bush, as his blond mate in joggers took a hit on the pipe. He kept stroking as he looked at me, and soon I was hard and Pedro started to stroke my cock as he teased and tugged one of my nipples with his teeth.
"Why don't you go and suck Aldo's cock?" said Pedro as he lifted his mouth off my pec, and that also seemed like such an amazing idea, why hadn't I thought of that myself? I stood and sauntered over to the naked guy, who I assumed was Aldo, dropped to my knees between his legs and took that warm hard stiffie right down my throat in one stroke. Aldo rested one hand on my head and moaned, while putting his other one on the blond guy's crotch and squeezing. Blondie passed the pipe to Pedro and pushed his joggers and keks down to his ankles, revealing a large but soft uncut cock resting like a slug on a shaved groin. Aldo took Blondie's pale pink slug in his hand and started to tug it and stretch it out, before leaning down and taking it in his mouth as I continued to suck him.
Pedro unbuttoned his jeans and took out a long, uncut and rock-hard tube of meat and started jerking it as he watched the action. After a while, he stood and came over to where I was still deepthroating Aldo and flooding his thick bush with spit, and started to stroke my long damp hair and sweat-slick back. "You like that David? Yeah you like it? Try mine." I left off Aldo, gripped Pedro's by its hairy root and slid it to the back of my throat in one smooth motion. "Fuck, yes, you are such a fucking slut. All hair and muscles like some kind of fuckin' viking wannabe but you are a really just a whore for cock." He kept up this stream of dirty talk in his low, quiet voice, and to be honest I can't really remember it and I wasn't listening much anyway, but just the sound of his voice in my current state sent shivers of lust through me. I was forcing myself to leave my painfully hard cock untouched as it leaked precum to the scuzzy carpet, and the MCAT was starting to make my anus feel relaxed and open - my mind was turning to thoughts of getting well fucked by these guys, by all of them, and more, I wanted to get proper whored. My mind was spinning with imagined images as I started to intensely desire getting gangbanged and loaded up by a queue of guys and my anus started to flare and pulse. I forced my face right into Pedro's hairy groin and let his tool push properly down my throat, making myself retch but wanting it, and he helped by holding my head there, his fingers woven through my hair, my bile scorching his cockhead, until finally he pushed me back and I gasped, a flood of thick mucous-threaded saliva drooling down over my beard to drip in strings to my hard, hairy, sweat-slick chest. As I panted, Pedro leaned in and drooled a long line of thick spit into my open mouth, dragged his wet cock through my beard, slapped it on my forehead and tongue, then slid it back down my throat, pushing his spit dollop down me with his cockhead. I kept deep throating him for ages as Aldo sucked Blondie to a hardon, then Pedro gripped my face, leaned in close and spat on me, then dripped another dose into my gob, and started to skullfuck me as I passively knelt before him making wet gagging sounds and feeling my body both relax and hyper-sensitise with the chems, beads of sweat rolling down my body in trickles.
Eventually Pedro grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, and as Aldo and Blondie started to 69 on the sofa, he led me to the stained king-size mattress with its jumble of blankets. He kicked the blankets off it with a bare foot and told me to lie down with my head at his end, and as I did he stripped naked. He got his hands in my sopping pits and tugged me back until my head dangled off the edge of the mattress, squatted down, spat on my face again, got on all fours and guided his tool back down my throat, starting to fuck it as he braced himself on my hairy muscular thighs and drooled dollops of spit onto my swollen junk. I just took it, I didn't even raise my arms to feel his ass, I just lay like a starfish, head tilted back, and let my relaxed, open throat get hammered. When he'd had enough of that hole, he pulled out and moved me onto all fours. Spreading my hard sweaty glutes, he ran his fingers over my hungry wet mancunt, getting his thumbs on either side of my ring and spreading the hole so he could see up into my chute. "Fuck this is a nice hole David, all ready for cock. You want my cock, yeah? You want my load up inside you?" I heard what he was saying, but right then and there I did want it, I wanted to get bred, and I just moaned the affirmative into the dank mattress. I felt his spit hit my cunt and taint, once, twice, three times, then bare leaking glans rubbing up and down my slick hairy trench, moving the slippery spit onto my anus. Then the pressure of hard knobhead pushing at my asshole - but then I just opened, so surprisingly easily that I let loose a giggling moan into the mattress as his spit-slick tube slid up into my rectum. There was no discomfort at all, or at least I don't remember any. Pedro had a generous cock, but I was so damn ready, even with just spit for lube the first couple of deep strokes felt incredible and set the nerve endings in my anus and prostate singing.
After every seven or eight strokes, Pedro withdrew and added a load more spit, also splattering my back, shoulders and hair with his bubbly gob, but eventually he slapped my ass and padded off, returning with a tub of Vaseline. He smeared a glob of it over his cockhead and slipped two greased fingers up my open ass, then pushed his cock back up inside me. It slid in well, and fuck that petroleum jelly shit had staying power because he really started to fuck me hard and long and I won't lie, I was in heaven. My steel-hard cock was bouncing and waving around underneath me and so.... much.... fuckin'.... pre.... was drooling from my piss slit. I didn't feel I was going to cum yet, its as though them chems both made it feel better but were also holding me back, but I had no problem with that at all. I could feel some kind of fluid trickling down the back of my scrotum too, and as Pedro hadn't cum yet I guessed it was a mix of accumulated spit, whipped-up Vaseline and maybe some rectal mucous being drawn down my chute on the outstroke. After some lengthy fucking, his staying-power chem-enhanced, Pedro pulled out, flipped me onto my back, spat in my open mouth and fed his hard wet cock back down my throat. It was slick with petroleum jelly, frothed fluids, streaks of brown slime, and a few tiny flecks of shit, but it could have been much worse (cheers to my good diet and regular bowel habits) so I took it, retching a bit as the mix of dirty unwholesome flavours washed over my tongue. As he straddled my face and fucked it, I felt someone between my legs, spreading them wide, and a tongue snaking up my open greased shitchute. I moaned as whoever it was - Aldo or Blondie - lapped at my cunt, while another mouth engulfed my solid leaking cock. Moments later the hungry tongue was replaced by another thick penis and I moaned around Pedro's tool as my spitroasting started.
Pedro shifted to the side and I saw it was Blondie fucking me, his lean, pale, hairless and patchilly-inked torso shiny with sweat, and Aldo was sucking my cock. As Pedro made room for him, Aldo left my cock alone and scooted up to feed me his fresh tool from the other side of my face, and I licked and sucked each of their cocks in turn as Blondie hammered at my guts, spreading my legs wide by my ankles. Then Blondie swapped with Aldo and I got to taste his ass-dirty member as Aldo gave my slick cunt an exploratory lick, spat on it and pushed his spit-wet dick up me without the need to add any more lube. Pedro left Blondie to enjoy my mouth while he moved down and licked my stretched ring and Aldo's cock as his thick veiny shaft slid in and out of my guts. When Pedro decided he wanted more of my ass, he lay down next to me as the other two guys withdrew from my holes, and I moved over and straddled his pelvis as Blondie guided Pedro's cock back into my dripping mancunt and Aldo stood in front of me and fed me his ass-fresh meat. Then I felt the heat of Blondie's body up close behind me, his hot sweaty skin on my bum and back, and an insistent prodding pressure at my stuffed hole, and I realised he was trying to double-penetrate me. I'd never done it before, but if there was a time to try it was now. I bore down with my gut muscles in an attempt to open up but even with the chems there was some discomfort as he squeezed his glans in and then slowly pushed his tool up along Pedro's throbbing shaft. Man, it was like taking Patryk's veiny baseball bat again, but the difference was I was high, already well-fucked, and slick with grease. I found myself half-groaning, half-laughing around a mouthful of Aldo's bitter-tasting meat as my anus started to give way and adjust to the pair of hard cocks and the pressure inside my rectum started to feel incredibly damn good. A cascade of dirty talk in English, Spanish and something else washed over my ears but I so wasn't hearing it. Yeah call me a whore, call me a pig, call me a slut, I was all of those things and in that moment I owned it.
Suddenly Blondie shouted something in my ear and I honestly had no idea what language it was, but his shaved groin slammed hard into my butt and I felt a flood of wet warmth in my ass as he came, slicking my chute and Pedro's cock with his scum. After a few milking thrusts he withdrew, got his face down there and tongued my hole and Pedro's cock as Pedro fucked hard up into my guts and, with a cry, ejaculated deep in my rectum. As he slipped out, Blondie licked my oozing puffy cunt, and Pedro slid his body back on the mattress until his still-hard cock was by my mouth; I sucked it obediently, sluicing off the emulsified translucent mix of substances with my eager tongue. As I soothed Pedro's fuck-tool, Aldo moved behind me and wanked himself until his cum splattered on my open hole and taint, using his cockhead to push some of it into my leaking gash.
I rolled over and flopped on my back, exhausted but not yet having cum, my body so wet with sweat and spit it was almost like I'd just got out of the shower, and parts of me greasy and slick with smears of Vaseline. Aldo and Blondie took turns snogging me before curling up naked on the sofa with their pipe, while Pedro padded around and grabbed his phone. He came back and crouched down by my head, gave me a wet kiss and said "You want more? I can get you more". I nodded, he grinned, and made a call. He looked irritated as no-one picked up, so he tugged his skinny jeans on over his bare ass and left the room topless and barefoot. I lay there in my own wet and greasy funk, my cock slowly softening, and zoned a little, but evidently whoever he was looking for was elsewhere in the squat because it wasn't long before the door to the room opened and he returned with two guys in his wake. One was black, muscled, bald, in a black vest, blue jeans and trainers; the other was shaven-headed and bearded with heavy biker vibes, in black jeans and boots, and a short-sleeved Hawaiian shirt left unbuttoned revealing a hairy torso and burly arms, all extensively inked. Ignorning the dudes on the sofa, the two newcomers wandered over and crouched by the mattress as Pedro stood back and watched. They felt me up all over and Biker rubbed his hand over my face and slid two fingers into my mouth; I sucked them and he grinned. In an Irish accent he said "What a fuckin' hot little pup, where'd ya catch him Ped?" I couldn't make out Pedro's response. "He's a fuckin' snack, just wot I need." The black guy reached between my legs and dipped a finger into my sloppy asshole, withdrew it and sucked it. "Fuuuuuuuck, dude, did all three of you cunts breed him already? Fuckin' well nice." He seemed British. They both stood and methodically stripped down until they were naked, their meaty cocks already hard, one pale and hairy, the other dark and shaved. Kneeling down on either side of my head they pushed their cocks towards my face, I took one in each hand and started to suck on them both in turn as they murmered approvingly.
Before long, Irish Biker moved down and got between my legs, pushing my thighs back so he could check out my cunt. He spat on it, straightened up and spat into his palm and smeared it over his cock head, then pushed it up my pre-lubed ass. He rested my legs on his shoulders, leaned in and started to fuck me hard as Black Brit pushed his member further down my unresisting throat. It wasn't long before my soft cock had pulsed back to full leaking rigidity and was jerking and flexing against my wet hairy abs. After a few minutes of fucking, Irish Biker pulled out and flipped me onto all fours, then took his turn fucking my throat with his greasy, gravy-basted meat as Black Brit drove his somewhat larger cock into my guts from behind. In this position they serviced me for what seemed like ages until they swapped ends again. Irish Biker gave my cunt a solid hammering until he went "AAAWWWW FUCK ME!!!!!" and bred my guts with his scum. He settled back on his heels in front of my face so I could nurse his slimy spent meat with my mouth while Black Brit took his turn on me. As he rammed hard into my guts, I was finally granted some release: my straining cock spat generous ropes of cum over the mattress underneath me as I had a full-body spasm and made grunting noises with a mothful of semi-hard Irish sausage. Another minute and Black Brit smacked my ass and filled my rectum with his batter. I sucked him clean as Irish Biker got dressed, and as Black Brit did the same, Irish Biker did a side deal with Pedro; some cash and a couple of packets changed hands, then they left.
The three guys then pretty much ignored me as I lay in a doze on the mattress in a wet patch of my own seed, well-bred but not yet satisfied. I think Aldo and Blondie were also dozing, and Pedro was slouched on the sofa, wearing just his skinny jeans, one hand down the front of the opened flies toying with himself while he held his phone to his ear with the other and chatted quietly. After a bit, he put the phone down, and it wasn't long before another guy entered the room. I have to be honest, I can't really remember much about him, but he was in his 20's, nondescript jeans and sleeveless tshirt (I remeber he had nice arms), nondescript all over actually - I'm sure he wasn't but I just don't have a clear picture of him. Aldo stripped off his jeans, releasing his re-hardened cock, got between my legs and slid it steadlily back up in my hole, and the new guy pushed his jeans down past his knees and offered me his curved hardon to suck - and I took it greedily. I was on my back, legs waving in the air as my own cock rapidly re-hardened, and after some more action Aldo swapped places with New Boy. This time he squatted over my face, planted his hands on the soles of my bare feet and pulled my legs back. New Boy lay on the ground, put his face in my ass and started to lick and suck on my swollen sloppy cunt lips, probing my oozing chute with his tongue, clearly eager to feed on the loads that Aldo's cock had just loosened up. Meanwhile Aldo lowered his hairy ass until I could get my tongue to his hole and start licking it with some vim. Soon he gripped both my feet with one hand so he could wank himself with the other, and as he got close he let go of me, scooted down, and rolled New Boy out of the way so he could slam back up my ass and add another dose of DNA to my guts. When he finished thrusting he pulled out and New Boy got the pleasure of sucking him clean before they encouraged me to push some of my accumulated loads out for him to lick up. Finally, New Boy got between my legs and took my desperate cock in his mouth; I came like a rocket in minutes, filling his wet gob until some escaped and flowed down my shaft. He moved his face over mine, dribbled his mouthful of my cum into my mouth and kissed me while wanking himself. As he got close he moved back down between my legs and fingered my cunt as he jerked his own large load out over my cock and balls.
I lay limply as New Boy wiped his mouth and pulled his jeans back up, fist-bumping Aldo and leaving. With New Boy's scum glistening on my junk, I pulled one of the blankets over myself and dozed off properly, and I don't know how long I'd been asleep before I felt them being dragged off my body. I was rolled onto my front, my glutes were grabbed and spread and my hole spat on, then a thick raw cock was forced up my mancunt. Whoever it was fucked me for five or six minutes before breeding my rectum, and seconds after he withdrew, another one took its place. After he'd shot his load up me, I was left alone again. I don't know if I had any more takers that night, but I don't think I remember any.
I woke up with the early morning sun streaming through a dirty window, a tatty blanket tossed over me. I was sticky and greasy all over, my asscrack and junk were tacky with gobs of dried cum, I stank, I had a mild headache, and my mouth felt like it was stuffed with dirty cotton wool and all my teeth had socks on. My asshole ached but I've had worse. Dying for a piss, I hauled myself to my feet and staggered naked into the hallway to find a bathroom. I came quickly across a grubby toilet with a tarnished, cracked mirror - my hair was a tangled mess and I looked fuckin' grey and drained. I sat on the toilet and proceded to push out series of wet farts, a soft cum-slick turd, followed by a series of shit-stained cum dollops. I wiped and reached back to touch myself: my asshole felt puffy and greasy with the Vaseline and cum mixture. I looked in the toilet bowl and was frankly stunned by the amount of dirty semen floating in the water. I flushed, washed my hands, and went back to the room. Pedro, Aldo and Blondie were still all asleep on the sofas, blankets on them. I found my clothes and pulled them on over my filthy body, relieved that my wallet, phone and hostel key-card were still in my pockets. Out on the street, I called an Uber back to the hostel.
How did I feel? I'd just taken at least eight cocks (nine if you count Pedro's twice), maybe more if I'd got used while unconscious. At least seven of those loads were up in my rectum, two others on my asshole and junk. Waves of hot and cold washed over me as I was nearly overcome with anxiety over the risks I'd exposed myself to. I knew I had to get myself to a clinic as soon as I could. It was still early when I got to the hostel and everyone was asleep still, so I snuck into my shared room to get my toiletries and a towel, stripped naked in the laundry room, stuffed my clothes in the washing machine, and hit the showers. I scrubbed myself under steaming water for ages before getting dressed in my room and heading to the common room for coffee. I sought out a gay mate who had also been to the squat last night and confided in him what had happened, and I have to say he was great, really supportive. He helped me to find a clinic that morning in the Red Light District and I got a full panel of tests. The clinic nurse said they wouldn't be reliable because the post-exposure windows ranged from two to twelve weeks depending on the bug. But as I was very high risk, I got put on a course of PEP for HIV and was was given a single penicillin injection for the syphilis and a combined dose of ceftriaxone and doxycycline for gonorrhea and chlamydia.
So that fucked me up a bit mentally for a little while, though I was very lucky that those treatments were available to me. I took sex off the table and after a resting for few days, flew from Schiphol to Inverness, wanting to spend more time exploring Scotland and then the Lakes and Wales. It didn't take me long to come to terms with the experience and I admitted to myself that at the time I'd enjoyed it like a pig in shit; conjuring memories of it invariably got me hard. It was like having the proverbial angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. The angel said that sex session had been way too risky, and getting fucked raw when I was only semi-conscious was fucked up and seriously not OK. The devil said I'd wanted all of it, I'd fuckin' loved it, and I had access to good post-exposure medication so what was the fuckin' problem? (The angel piped up and said "Warts! Herpes!" but I could get those even if I wore three fuckin' condoms at once.) I was a bit conflicted but I worked through my little "trauma" pretty quickly and decided to get back on the horse. With that in mind, I made my way to London.
First I spent a week in Cardiff, where I got follow-up STI panels which were clear. I added a fourth inking to the cluster around my right forearm, both to mark getting through the other side, and as an early 25th birthday present. That was actually my eighth tattoo, so I was building up quite a nice collection of small pieces. As a tattooist once said to me, they are pretty addictive, especially if you just collect random little inks spontaneously. I knew I'd get more.
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