My previous experience cruising in Tiergarten has left me completely blown away and I was only happy to return again. After making sure I had a small bottle of lube and poppers safely zipped up in my pockets I left my hotel room and headed out in a general direction of the Park. By this time it was already dark and the city streets were busy with people returning home from work.
Although it only takes about 40 minutes to get to the cruising area, I was getting quite restless. After seeing dozens of scooters scattered about I decided to take one and zip my way over instead. Once I got to Tiergarten, it was actually almost completely deserted. It was a rather nice to ride without all the people around. After going around the Victory Column I hopped off my scooter near a street crossing along Straße des 17. Juni.
Immediately I could see some people loitering about by the paths that lead away in to the dark. I made my way south towards the Bremer Weg lake, quickly falling in to a slow and steady pace of a cruiser. You have to be not too slow or too fast, giving yourself enough time to make or avoid eye contact. Yet at the same time you must not look too suspicious, look like you know where you are going and also walk with a sense of purpose. Sometimes I just stand aside and watch this careful dance from afar, marvelling at the every solitary cruiser unknowingly taking their part in this grand performance.
After going around a few times no one one caught my attention in this area, so I decided to head north and explore the other part of the gay cruising area of Tiergarten. As soon as I crossed the main road I could tell that this part was noticeably busier. There were a lot of men standing around and the further along the main path I got – the busier it got. It was pretty dark with only light coming from sometimes distant street lights, yet it felt very safe there.
I stood in the dark a little away from the loos. All I wanted to do at this point is to relax, people watch and get used to my surroundings. The toilets is a small painted brick building with stalls on one side and the urinals on the other. The stalls side is a little bit tighter and more cramped, while the urinals is a bit more spacious. People were coming in and out of both sides or going around the structure. Last time I was here I only peered inside but wasn’t ready to go in. However I just had a beer and curiosity took over me.
I quietly approached the left side, went up a little concrete step and slowly moved closer to the entrance. Taking a deep breath I stepped in. It was nearly pitch black with only light coming from the entrance and a little window at the back. It smelled of sex and the only sound was people fucking simultaneously coming from different directions. It felt like being on a packed train at rush hour, a bit disorienting at first, but you eventually get used to it.
I cautiously moved further in, being careful not to touch anyone yet. It look a long time for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and I still could see only outlines of people around. After at little while the place got me a bit horny, so I pulled down my trackies and got my cock out. Suddenly someone in front grabbed it, bent over and pushed it in his warm, wet ass. I was only ready to fuck him. I absolutely loved that I couldn’t see who it was at all. It was just a willing hole I was fucking there in that moment in time in a packed toilet in a park. After some time I pulled out and shortly found my cock already inside another hole, and than another. I was incredibly horny and it was so freeing to express myself like that, being around like-minded peole who all want one thing. I didn’t care looking to see the faces, not that I would have seen much in the dark.
Eventually I was facing a little sink by the wall. At this point my trackies were already down to my knees and my ass quite exposed. I felt someone spreading my cheeks and a cock pushing against my hole. A thought of a complete stranger fucking me like that was too much to resist, so I grabbed my bottle of poppers, took deep breaths in each nostril and pushed my ass against that cock. I felt absolutely in heaven in that moment, words can’t even describe it. There was no need for lube as his cock was already lubed up from everyone else he fucked before me. I took my backpack off so it won’t get in the way, bent over a little sink and let a complete stranger use my hole as he wants.
Looking down I could see a wee bit of light that was coming from the entrance. I let my mind completely dissolve, only following a rhythm of a cock pounding my ass. Slowly I noticed that the light has changed from a cool moonlight to a red hue. I was surprised, but focusing on the light I noticed that I was standing on a compacted dirt floor instead of concrete and the walls were wooden. Looking up I could see the trees outside and a bare incandescent lightbulb hanging on a wire. There were still people around, only we were in a wooden shack with an earthen floor, all the while my ass was being pounded hard. Eventually I was ready for a break. I pulled the cock out without looking back who it belonged to. When I stood up and I was back in a cold toilet in a park. I was a bit startled and just walked out, went behind the toilets to catch my breath and check if my ass and cock were clean.
I didn’t feel anything unusual or off, so I just shrugged it off as a curiosity of my mind and carried on with my night. I decided to check out the urinals on the other side. It was a little less busy there and I didn’t like the atmosphere as much. It smelled of piss, but not in a good way. So I was only too happy to make my way out.
I spent most of my night going in and out of the stalls side, getting all the dick and ass that I can. It was pretty much an anonymous gangbag in the dark. I didn’t have a connection with anyone in particular, but instead with a collective group consciousness. Everyone wanted to have fun with no strings, where age or looks don’t play any part and you only act on impulse. It was a beautiful experience in it’s own right.
Eventually I was fucking someone against the back wall and another person slipped his cock inside me. I love being in the middle like that. Although it’s a bit awkward to move, having my ass filled while I fuck someone else in the dark feels utterly out of this world. After we all stopped I was still at the back there. I saw a nice hard cock ready to fuck someone. I moved closer, turned around and pushed my ass on his shaft.
We were standing in a doorway to a cubicle, he pushed me in and started to pound my ass hard. I was holding my backpack in my hands as I didn’t want to put it anywhere near the floor. Again like the previous time slowly my surrounding moved and morphed and suddenly I was still in a cubicle, but a back wall was made from a thick old-fashioned glass blocks, with dim warm light falling between lush green foliage outside. We fucked for a long time and all the while I was far away from the actual physical space I was in. Once we stoped I was back where I was. I paused to examine and touch the wall as I clearly saw it being different but the tiles were cold and solid to the touch. It did leave me startled and surprised more than anything.
I’m glad that I came and happy to have had this experience with everyone who was there that night. It took me a little while to internalise and process this adventure, fucking in the dark like that.
I left the toilets only when the sun started to rise, stumbling with my clothes all covered in stains and my brains scrambled. Lazarus has no dirt on me.
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