Roaming Revenant

My mind always keeps going back to my visits to cruising area in Tiergarten. Connections made when cruising are deep and meaningful in their own right. It doesn’t matter that you may never see them again – this fact doesn’t invalidate the experience in any way.

One time I was in the area by the tennis tables and the toilets. It was probably around midnight, rather busy with a lot of action happening everywhere. The crowd was mixed as usual: some were incredibly hot muscle sluts who were taking all the cock they could get out in the open, while others were a little more shy. I was going in and out the toilets, looking for some fun. Eventually on my way out I bumped in to a hairy stud. He was larger then me with a broad build, had dark hair, beard and looked Middle Eastern. He wore all black sporty clothes and had a small backpack. His muscular features were only highlighted by a dim light. I usually spend some time looking at someone from afar before approaching, but there was an obvious spark between us, so the next thing I knew – we were already walking away towards a distant bench.

Once we got there I could see him more clearly and he was very attractive. Pretty quick he pulled down my trackies and started working on my cock. Eventually he asked: “Ficken?” I only nodded, stood up, bent him over a green wooden bench and pushed my bare cock right inside him. That’s my favourite way to fuck and I bloody love just standing and pounding a stranger’s ass. He was my first ass of the night and it felt good feeling my cock inside a warm greedy hole. The night was still young and I didn’t want to blow my load so soon. After a little wile we went our own ways, but I was going to see him again that night. 

I spent the remainder of my time fucking and getting fucked for hours on end. Eventually it was coming closer to the morning and just barely getting lighter outside. By this point I was already pretty shattered from all the action and feeling a bit queasy from the beer I drunk before coming here. Leaving the toilets I bumped in to him again. We recognised each other and he grabbed my hand to led me away to a bench further away where we can be alone.

Once we got there I sat down to catch my breath and took off my jumper. He remained standing and slowly pulled down his joggers revealing his huge hard cock right in my face. I eagerly got to work, but with my gag reflex it was quite a challenge. Sucking him I wanted to feel him inside of me, getting my hole pounded. Soon I was bending over the bench with my ass in the air ready for him to fuck and use. Tightly holding my poppers I was getting pounded nice and deep. 

I absolutely loved that I fucked him before and now was my turned for dicking, it felt incredibly good. He pulled out from my ass and I got to suck him again. We kept switching between sucking and fucking. By this time I was feeling a bit sick from the beer and he offered me a bottle of water. I was incredibly thirsty and really grateful for it. It was a re-filled plastic bottle from a juice or a soft drink and I was happy that he didn’t offer me a sealed bottle, avoiding needless plastic waste. It tasted of juice that was there before.

We started talking and I’ve realised that his English was pretty much non-existent, he only spoke German to me. He said that he was born in the Arab region and speaks only English and Arabic. With some English words being of Germanic origin I could catch distant meaning but most of out communication ended up being a lot of nodding and speaking languages neither of us could understand. But it was good enough and it ended up being a funny and fascinating exercise.

It was time for more fucking so back over the bench I went, taking all his dick with deep thrusts. I didn’t want to stop, being pounded like that felt amazing.

Eventually it got brighter and it was clear that it was time to leave. He asked me if I want to come with him and said he’s coming to the Bull. By this point I was quite a mess, but I enjoyed his company and agreed, immediately realising that I had no money on me as I didn’t think I would need it in the park. I apologised that I can’t come, but he said not to worry about it and agreed to pay for me.

Slowly we left the park and got to a bus stop, it must have been a first time I got on an bus in Berlin. We were trying to talk on the way there but not sure if either of us understood much of the other one.

By the time we got to Bull it must have been about 6AM, but it was still fairly busy inside. We left our bags at the coatcheck and he offered to get me a drink. Going to a darkroom ta the back we just sat together, with him holding me in his arm. It felt really nice and nice to enjoy each others company with no expectations or strings attached.

Unfortunately pretty soon I felt sick from the beer and run to the toilets to throw up. He checked on me to make sure I’m well and bought me a bottle of water and tissues to clean myself up. He didnt mind that I was a mess and just wanted to look after me.

There is something so human about being able to make these connections with strangers in the blink of an eye. It goes beyond just sex and hookups.

I would have stayed as long as I can to enjoy this moment, but I knew that at this point I had to go back and sleep. He walked me back to the door and after a long hug I just left. I’ve known him only for one night but it felt special to me. He was a kind soul and it makes me happy knowing that our paths in life have crossed. This was a year ago. I now know it doesn’t sounds like much, but a little kindness does go a long way.

I slowly stumbled back home, walking past Nollendorfplatz U-Bahn with pigeons scattering around the now long since dry statue of a water spirit of Nickelmann-Brunnen fountain.