The Play with the Hose
It was a sunny Saturday morning in Kreuzberg. My men had all flown out of town, so I faced the week ahead as temporary widow.
Fire in the lab - A foggy Sunday afternoon in Neukölln in December
Pubblicato February 22, 2025 - da Thomas
Fire in the lab - A foggy Sunday afternoon in Neukölln in December
It was a grey Sunday afternoon and we had been planning a little sex party for a few days. We, that's Sakis, my Greek friend for a few hours, and me. We've been spending sometimes very horny hours together for many years, 13 now. Sakis had already pre-selected a few potential partners and all I had to do was make a few choices and the party could begin.
When preparing such meetings, we practise sexual communication - sometimes a longer contact is necessary to match the preferences of the men involved and to put everyone in a good mood.
The first candidate, the young Albanian construction worker, is announced for 2.30 pm. I had seen his pictures and found him very erotic and likeable.
When I arrived at Sakis' place, he wasn't there yet even though it was 2.45pm. I started chatting with Sakis and talking about our recent adventures. We started to play with each other, quickly getting into familiar positions and enjoying our intimacy. It was very cold outside, the flat was well heated but there was still a cold draught from time to time because the mattress, where most of the action always takes place, was on the floor and there were cold draughts.
After an hour of erotic floor gymnastics, I snuggled up in the black blanket. I always like to take little breaks to feel, reflect and feel my body. I took another shower, then watched a few xx films that Sakis had selected.
Then another man arrived whose pictures we had also looked at and Sakis had matched our preferences with him.
Vladimir was a sexy mix from the Eastern Bloc and Turkey. He was very hairy on his stomach, chest and his whole back was as hairy as a dark furry animal. He had shaved his neck completely so that there was a very strong contour between his neck and back. If you looked at him from a distance, you'd think he was wearing a dark-coloured T-shirt. Fascinating, I'd never seen anything like it.
With his dark black hair in combination with sparkling but dark, beautiful eyes and a sympathetic look, he was visually very appealing.
He was quite communicative, there was a bit of erotic small talk. Then he offered us a line of coke as a gift, which we gratefully declined. I personally have a great aversion to chemsex, I personally don't like coke and Sakis and I have both had quite grotesque experiences with cocaine at sex parties, because it usually leads to persistent erection problems for the participants.
Well then, if he absolutely has to take it. I looked past this and the game took its course for the first time - heavy snogging, touching, groping, a hot atmosphere developed.
After another short break, he started to tell us details of his one weekend that had gone wrong.
To give us some sort of context for this encounter: He had been behind...
He had arranged a date on Friday evening, he went to a guy's place, it was late at night. But the gentleman didn't open the door for him. He then drove back home without having achieved anything. Later that night, he had another date. Unfortunately, this obviously ended dramatically as he had to call an ambulance because his date had taken too many drugs and collapsed. On Saturday, Vladimir had slept it off a bit, so he was delighted to have two attractive men to play with on Sunday...
We continued playing, then he flirted that he couldn't get an erection. He'd had an operation to give him a few incisions because an injection had given him a permanent erection, a problem he was already familiar with, but this time obviously only the scalpel could help.
After this further explanation, I realised that this gentleman was only fit for limited use. The next step was to twitch the ‘G’ bottle (for beginners: G is the abbreviation of GHB, which is the abbreviation of 4-hydroxybutanoic acid or γ-hydroxybutyric acid). Other people also use this as a graffiti remover or rim cleaner. Is it no longer possible to have a sex party in Berlin without people bringing half a chemical laboratory with them? The host was asked for a pipette so that the guest could mix his substance with apple juice in the right doses (at least he knows his dose, I thought). Sugary fruit juices significantly improve the chemical flavour, as I had already experienced 10 years ago when I had an extended affair with a Romanian doctoral student in economics. At first I found the drug quite funny, I had the feeling that an uptight American country bumpkin could finally let himself go during his first gay sex adventures. An hour of disinhibition, but again I found the drug unnecessary because I was usually disinhibited without it when I felt like it. The sexy Romanian's drug story ended with Tina in the psychiatric ward of the Charité, and in the end his best Romanian friend and I only had the option of calling his mother, who then took the gentleman back into her care in a small Romanian town... My GHB experience back then was formative, no chemsex, what's this nonsense...
The host was then given one and a half millilitres of this wonderful sex drug. After the drinks had been consumed, the sexual exercises continued. During another break, the guest pulled a pipe out of his rucksack, took out his ‘Tina’ also known as Chrystal Meth, Ice, chemically: N-Methyl-alpha-methylphenethylamine, abbreviated as methamphetamine or in the Second World War: Panzerschokolade (drug name at the time: Pervitin, on which numerous Nazi celebrities, starting with Adolf Hitler, were also addicted), and in no time at all Saki's living room smelled like a fire in a chemistry lab. The vile-smelling grey smoke was everywhere, it was time to say goodbye. Ring Ring Ring the doorbell announced the arrival of the sexy Albanian. Well, maybe a reason to stay.
He came in, a small, fine young man, didn't really look like a construction worker at all.
We played a bit straight away, but the increasing smell of lab fumes put paid to my plans. I announced that I would be leaving soon, got dressed and said goodbye.
I also had a dinner date that evening, for which I still had to cook.
The next day, I learnt that the Albanian guest didn't want to put up with the smoke and the foggy atmosphere any longer either, and the Turkish-Slavic guest had probably added another GHB before falling into a deep sleep (in the relevant circles, this is known as ‘shooting myself up’). The host then had great difficulty waking him up because he also had an evening appointment and wanted to air and clean the lab beforehand.
The conclusion from this experience: If you want to organise a sex party in a gay metropolis, make it clear to everyone that you don't want a chemsex party. After a few experiences, I know that so-called chills or chemsex parties are not actually sex parties, but only chem parties, because the sex doesn't take place or is bad, the men are completely unfocussed, can't enjoy themselves let alone communicate meaningfully, only think about taking drugs and consume the individual encounters like fast food.
Since then, my Romeo profile has been a clear no drugs, 🚫No chems! 🚫, which has protected me from further disasters so far.
(The images in this article were artificially created for reasons of discretion).
Thomas (Writing brain food - thinking outside the box)
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