Voilà! It’s the first weekend of November, and as always, La Demence fever takes over, setting Brussels on fire. But this year, I took a different path… On Saturday, November 2, Darklands held a Pre-Party at The Boots, and that’s where my main night was meant to kick off. Anyone who thought I’d stay away from La Demence altogether is sorely mistaken. Here’s a play-by-play of one unforgettable party weekend.
**Thursday, October 31**
I wrapped up my last workday of the week in Brussels and headed straight to the gym, craving that release. While cooling down, I was doing my usual rounds on Grindr and Romeochat when a message from a hot Aussie popped up. He was in town for La Demence, but looking to blow off some steam before diving into the night. Just some cuddling and soft play, he suggested. Deal, I thought. We set the time, and I kept scrolling, hunting for “supplies” for the weekend. On my way to grab cash, I noticed a young Black guy checking me out. He followed me, and soon we were swapping numbers. We already have a “workout” date set for next week at BasicFit.
I made my way to the Aussie’s hotel, and fifteen minutes in, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. My “satin” behind had him in knots. Let’s just say, my backdoor definitely did its job – and enjoyed every moment of it. 😉
**Friday, November 1**
Friday night, I was due at The Boots around 9 PM to help with the night’s setup. I took the train to Antwerp and had some time to kill before the action started. Wearing my usual short Lonsdale shorts, no underwear, I was scrolling Grindr and Romeo when a message flashed across my screen: “I want to blow you” and “Turn around.” Right behind me on the platform was a young guy in a cap, all boyish charm, looking right at me. He nodded for me to follow him to a secluded spot near the fence, out of sight. And oh, did he deliver. He wanted me to finish, but I wasn’t ready just yet. He begged me to take him right there, but he was tight and dry, and my train was coming. We agreed to meet again on Saturday at 4 PM… but he ghosted. Pity – he’d have been a tasty addition to my weekend.
**Saturday, November 2**
The Boots’ party was on tonight, so I booked a room near Antwerp Central and went to check in around 3 PM. I thought I’d see if my Friday night fling would turn up at 4, but nope – nothing. So, back to Grindr, Romeo, and Scruff, where I matched with a guy already warming up for La Demence. He said he wanted to give me a load. I headed over, and within minutes, we were in the thick of it. I topped him first, but when he got on top, he was rough and wild, barely able to hold back, especially with my new bottle of Iron Pump kicking in. In the end, he gave me his load right in my mouth.
Back at my hotel, I was hungry for more. A little chems, a little fun, and soon enough I had a threesome on my hands: one wanted to top and be topped, the other was all about fisting. The third was low-energy, more talk than action, but he added an extra edge to our mix of raw energy. Eventually, things fizzled, but I’ll definitely be meeting the fister again for a long, uninterrupted session.
Later that evening, I finally made it to The Boots. First up: a “naked party” to get things moving, then the real Darklands Party. The crowd was smaller, but it didn’t stop me from getting about six fists deep. My dick was popular that night – I ended up topping more than getting fisted myself. But the highlight? A guy knelt down, raising his hand in invitation. I eased down onto him, loving the rhythm and control as I rode him deeper, setting my own pace and depth. That drill-down fisting style – nothing beats it.
The night didn’t end until 4 AM, leaving me spent, satisfied, and ready for the next round.
**Sunday, November 3**
Sunday was supposed to be round two with the Aussie from Thursday—a fisting session I’d been looking forward to all weekend. Normally, I’d be on my way back to Brussels, hungry for more, but I was feeling the weekend’s intensity (even though my ass was ready for more). So, I shot him a message to see if we could push our plans to Tuesday night. He’d been out three nights in a row himself and was just as drained, so Tuesday was a go.
Stay tuned..
Stats over the whole weekend
- number of times fucked as a top: 10+
- number of being fucked: 5-6
- number of being sucked: a lot
- number of fisted others: 3
- number of fists received: 6
- supplies: Cobra 130, 3mmc and poppers
- to remember: being sucked in Antwerp-Central, the fister of the 3some, the drill down fist in the Boots
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