[Content Note: use of the words ‘pussy’ & ‘cunt’]
Levi took another sip from his dark beer, and let his eyes slowly sweep the bar. Behind him, a wall-mounted TV showed a man jerking his cock in slow, lingering strokes.
There was some talent in the bar tonight. It was busy – humming with burly, bearish men in leather and denim. Some alone, some in small groups. They were all doing the same as Levi: Assessing the room, looking for someone to lock eyes with and later, encounter in the labyrinthine darkroom downstairs.
It was Levi’s first time in Berlin. His budget hotel was in the heart of the gay district of Schoneberg, and for good reason: He was visiting for the express purpose of getting laid in seedy cruising bars and letting off a little existential steam.
Life had been stressful. His workplace – a busy creative agency – had been busting his metaphorical balls over an upcoming business pitch. He’d been getting in early and working late, thanklessly. Meanwhile his estranged family, who he’d distanced himself from after their reaction to his transition, were clumsily trying to get back in touch. And on top of that his ex had dumped him a fortnight before. Escapist, filthy sex was the order of the day.
Levi reached into the right pocket of his cut-off denim vest and pulled out a pack of straights. You could smoke indoors here. He was still getting used to that. Flipping open his Zippo lighter, he ignited the white stick and deliberately locked eyes with the barman as he did so. The man behind the bar was quite a bit older. Perhaps approaching his 60s. Grey, bearded, and broad-chested. He obliged Levi with a playful wink, then turned around to pour his next order.
Grey smoke curled out of Levi’s mouth, around his face, and dispersed into the crowd. He was getting turned on. He could feel himself entering that primal state of sexual desire, could feel his holes begin to twitch and ache, and his impulse control weaken. He felt ready to lose himself to some guy, any guy, pinning down his prostrate body and shunting hungrily into him.
Levi put out his half-finished cigarette, fingers nervously tapping the clear glass ashtray. Then, inhaling the last of his beer, he headed towards the stairs leading down to the darkroom.
***
A man was being slowly sucked off in one of the doorless booths. His groans of ecstasy were dampened but audible enough to draw Levi’s attention. By the time Levi was able to make out the two men in the low light, the one being sucked off had started mumbling in German. His hands reached behind the other man’s head, pushing himself deeper inside.
Suddenly it was over. The man doing the sucking had had enough. Or perhaps didn’t want to deepthroat? Whatever it was he was up on his feet and out of the booth before Levi could blink.
The remaining stranger looked directly at Levi, his thick shaft standing erect, glistening at the tip. He crossed his arms, expectant, petulant even.
“Worauf warten Sie noch?”
Levi didn’t speak German, but he spoke the language of cruising. Obediently, he fell to his knees and went to work.
The stranger’s shaft had a girthy head that Levi struggled to lock his mouth around. His jaw strained to stay open wide enough to take it in, but he pushed on, determined. He let his tongue swirl the tip in gentle, teasing circles, then slip down to the sensitive frenulum beneath. The silver-haired man let out a deep, guttural grunt. Levi loved that. He loved the way older men moan from their gut, as if winded by pleasure, grumbling from somewhere primal and raw. It was the same unaffected, involuntary sound a man makes when he takes a punch to the belly.
Levi pulled off, drawing saliva from his mouth to spit on the man’s dick, then opened wide to take him in again. This time deeper. Slowly, he let the bulbous head pass through his lips and slide across his tongue to the back of his throat. The man was speaking in German again. Levi focused on his breathing and trying to control his gag reflex: He was as far as he could go, but another inch or so remained.
Up. Down. Up. Down. He let his neck do the work, giving the warm, wet hole of his mouth to the older man, who began to thrust softly into him. It was a lingering, deliberate blow job – both men savouring the pleasure and intimacy of it. Levi loved being on his knees, obedient, subservient and giving some guy he’d probably never see again a time to remember and jerk off to later. Clearly the stranger was enjoying himself, not once had he reached behind Levi’s head to throatfuck him deeper. But a rough throatfuck was exactly what Levi wanted.
He reached for the stranger’s hands, bringing them both to the back of his own head and holding them there. Then Levi pushed his own head down until he began to gag. The stranger required no more encouragement – his strong, sinewy fingers locked into place, holding Levi in that compromised, gurgling position.
Levi’s chest and shoulders heaved as his body fought for air and as he fought his own reflex to dismount. His eyes watered. Mid-gag he wondered if the wet gurgling and convulsing sounds were drawing a crowd in the darkness behind him. The stranger’s thighs and abdominals begin to tighten. He was close. The sensation of Levi’s throat closing its wet folds on the tip of the older man’s dick in desperate, gasping spasms was sending him into orgasmic bliss.
Levi let himself slip into the nothingness of it all – you don’t need to breathe if you don’t exist.
And then came the thick warm trickle of the stranger’s tribute. His dick jerked and twitched against Levi’s throat, shooting soft reams of cum in short bursts. The man let out a bass-filled groan with a stuttering upward inflection at the end: Something like an admission of defeat. He held on a moment before letting Levi up for air.
Levi coughed and spluttered on the floor: A mix of saliva and cum. He filled his lungs, wiping his running nose and turning to see that a small crowd of men had indeed gathered behind him.
***
Levi had taken a moment to compose himself, waving away the voyeurs that wandered into the booth with their dicks out, hungry for some sloppy deepthroat action too. That had simply been the warm-up. He was saving his energy for the main event.
He found a less inconspicuous area of the sprawling darkroom – somewhere with a little more light and visibility. It was an open area near the staircase leading back to the bar, with more footfall and voyeurs milling around. Taking a deep breath, he strode into the middle of the space, then began to strip. Levi unbuttoned his denim vest, letting it drop to the floor and revealing a pithy statement written on his back in black marker pen:
Wählen Sie Ihr Loch
It was German for “choose your hole”, or at least the best that Google Translate could offer.
Several heads turned as he continued to strip. He unlaced his black boots and tore off his tight denim jeans, folding his clothes in a neat pile beside him. More eyes locked on, watching to see what was next. In the dark corners of the space he could make out men reaching into their pants, looking in his direction while playing with their bulges.
Now it was the moment of truth. Levi was nervous about unveiling his trans body in a room full of strangers – might they react violently or recoil in disgust? Closing his eyes and breathing hard, he reached for his boxers and tentatively pulled them down, exposing his semi-shaven pussy. Dropping the underwear to one side, with his eyes still closed, he sank to his knees, keeping his ass high as his face kissed the floor.
And then he waited.
***
It felt as if he lay there for an eternity. Offering his body up to the room like a sacrifice laid on an altar. He knew this was risky but he was leaning into the hypersexuality of it all. A little messiness, as a treat. He was pumped full of PrEP and progesterone and up for being gangbanged, so what was the worst that could happen?
He felt the cool air of the room across his cheeks and belly and his heart beating in his chest. Then came the thrum of feet shuffling around him and a soft groan as someone drew near.
There was a spitting sound and then the sensation of fingers caressing the length of his cunt lips, before pushing inside and probing his pussy roughly. He both flinched and embraced the coarse touch. Levi didn’t care that he hadn’t been slowly, gently warmed up with teasing strokes – he wanted to be used. Brutally. He breathed and felt himself relax around the intruding fingers – now it was two – forcing him to open up.
The fingers moved in and out: The full length from tip to palm, delving into his tight hole, then sliding back out to begin the attack again. Levi twitched with pleasure each time his g-spot was fleetingly caressed. The wet smacking noises his pussy made with each thrust filled the room. He loved the thought of making a scene.
Suddenly the fingerfucking stopped, allowing the sound of men breathing heavily and stroking themselves off around him to come to the fore. Levi opened his eyes. He was surrounded by voyeurs and men too curious to wander away. Some had their cocks out, others fumbled clumsily in their pants. Levi felt like the cum-slut at the centre of a burgeoning bukkake scene.
Behind him, a man tugged at Levi’s legs, making him fall flat on the floor. Effortlessly, he flipped Levi over so he lay on his back, legs akimbo and pussy spread for the crowd to see. The man at Levi’s feet was burly, full-bearded and clearly no stranger to some boy-cunt. Without wasting a moment, he buried his face in Levi’s crotch and got to work.
His mouth cupped Levi’s t-dick, sucking him off with little flicks of the tongue for good measure. This guy knew what he was doing. He let his tongue slip down to Levi’s hole, flicking the tip inside – not too deep, just enough to tease – before working the pussy lips with tender, loving strokes.
Levi blushed. Already hard from the events of the evening so far, he could feel himself nearing climax. There was a reason he’d begun by lying face down – he didn’t want to look a crowd of men in the eye as his body shook from orgasm. He wanted to be anonymous. Just a hole: Nothing more, nothing less. In fact, he didn’t really care for cumming at all.
The bearish man’s beard tickled Levi’s thighs as he buried his face once more, puckering his lips around Levi’s dick and sucking him off. Hard.
“Fuck.” Levi breathed the word out like a white flag.
Levi was close. Though he was trying desperately to hold it off, he could feel his body teetering on the edge. He pressed his eyes shut and took in a deep breath. It was out of his control. It was happening. Right now.
First came the electric sensation at the tip of his dick, then the release of tension into waves of pleasure across his body: Rippling through his stomach and sending him into spasms. The bear sucking him off moved away as Levi jerked on the floor of the darkroom. But Levi wasn’t finished…
He had been known to squirt, and today was no exception. Levi’s head fell back as he gave in to the building pressure, and then, he ejaculated. Liquid spurted from his urethra in bursts. The stream caught the bear who’d just made Levi cum and splashed into a quickly forming puddle on the floor.
A few of the onlookers let out a celebratory jeer, stroking themselves more voraciously. One man shot his load at the sight of Levi’s squirting cunt.
Spent, Levi lay flat on the floor, staring into the basement ceiling with a mixture of post-orgasmic relief and regret. This wasn’t what he’d come for. But maybe it was what he needed. A reminder that you can never really escape your own mind and body and the real or metaphorical piss you’re in.
That said, there hadn’t been time to wallow in existential despair… He was after all, a self-advertised, and willing hole on display in a cruisey basement. The men began to take turns on him – kneeling in his squirt and grunting as they emptied themselves into his warm, wet pussy. Unsurprisingly, they’d all chosen his front hole.
Heavy, loud, soft, hung, sweaty, rough… A melange of men had a taste of Levi’s boycunt. He lay there limply, letting his body be used and losing count of the loads he’d taken.
Some stopped to inspect Levi’s dripping, creampied pussy before or after leaving their own cum tribute inside. A few kneeled over his face and gently throatfucked him while his cunt was in use – perhaps they’d seen his deepthroat performance earlier. One or two jerked off onto his chest or stomach.
“Oi-Ugh!”
The final stranger groaned ecstatically as he unloaded into Levi’s hole. He lay on top of Levi for some time, savouring Levi’s tight grip around his sensitive shaft and delivering a few finishing, gentle thrusts. Then he dried the tip of his cock in Levi’s pubic hair before tucking it away and scuttling up the stairs.
A few dark figures milled around the basement area, but no-one else stepped forward for a taste of Levi’s ruined cunt.
***
Upstairs, the bar had pretty much emptied. By the time Levi dressed himself and returned to civilization, it was clear he’d been in the darkroom for several hours. He sat by the bar, sipping a double whiskey and readying himself to wander back to his budget hotel.
The barman he’d locked eyes with earlier was still there, mostly tidying up after the shift and serving the occasional last order.
“Where are you staying tonight?” He asked Levi, towelling a clean glass.
Levi looked up, surprised by the question: “The hotel just down the street from here… How come?”
“Come back to mine – it’s nearby. I’ll get some food. You need to eat something and I know where to get the best currywurst from.” The barman was matter of fact but warm.
About an hour or so later the two were seated in the barman’s flat, hunched over steaming sausages slathered in red sauce. The barman’s name was Karl. He licked currywurst from his lips and looked at Levi with gentle eyes. Levi was too busy enjoying the food reviving his spent body to notice.
When they’d both had their fill of late-night street food, the pair eased into a small sofa and sipped on canned drinks.
“Is there… some way I can repay you, Karl?” Levi let his gaze drop to Karl’s lap then back up again.
Karl laughed. “No that’s okay son, these days I can barely get it up now anyways.”
Levi shifted awkwardly in his seat. He genuinely did want to thank this man in some way. The last half hour in Karl’s flat had offered the most peace he’d felt in some time.
“It’s not that you’re not handsome. You are. And if you’re anything like the patrons suggested on the way out of the darkroom, you’re certainly a good fuck.” Karl smiled. “I’m not after anything son. I just thought you gave a lot of yourself tonight and could probably do with a little looking after…”
As the night-time darkness began to give way to lighter blues hailing the dawn, the two huddled together in bed – Karl’s arm resting softly over Levi’s stomach. It had been a while since Levi had simply been held. He exhaled and let himself nestle into the older man’s furry chest, drifting softly into sleep.
When Karl woke up some hours later to empty his bladder, he took a moment to look over the young man snoring in his bed and smiled. Nostalgically.