The next stop on the Darklands promo tour was something completely new for me: *Sneaker Weekend* in Milan. While I proudly wear my Lonsdale with high boots every day, I’ve never really had any sexual connection to sneakers. But hey, after my adventure with puppies in Gran Canaria this summer, I was ready for something new. And really, what’s better than promoting, exploring a new kink, and having some wild fun all at the same time?
**Friday: The Start of the Sneaker Rush**
After a flight of less than an hour, we landed in stylish Milan and quickly checked into our hotel. Since I arrived too early to get into my room, I went out to explore the area. A delicious Diavolo pizza at a charming little restaurant fueled me with enough energy for what was to come. Later that afternoon, while checking in, the lobby started to fill up with sneaker boys—mostly shiny trainers, flashy TNs, and a sultry attitude. My curiosity was definitely piqued.
In Italy, you often can’t get into gay clubs without an ARCO card. So, we decided to sort that out early. A short walk brought us to the *Hot Dog* complex, where the first party would be held. The venue also houses a sauna—and let me tell you, it has more than just steam rooms to offer. We got our cards and scoped out the place. The anticipation was building.
Around 10 PM, we arrived at the *Hot Dog* party. Unfortunately, the entry procedure was ‘the Italian way’ with a long queue, so in total we waited for more then 20 hours for our free drinks and locker, as we were on the guest list. The air was thick with sexual tension, and the venue didn’t disappoint: a large bar downstairs and a maze of dark corridors and cabins upstairs. But the real highlight? A connecting door that led to the sauna, complete with darkrooms, slings, and private cabins. Two spaces brimming with naughtiness, all for the price of one. My heart was racing.
The night was… explosive. Everywhere I looked, there were hot guys, the energy was intense, and the vibe was raw. My body didn’t hesitate to join in. A smoking-hot guy dragged me into a cabin, and before I knew it, he had my dick and my ass completely under his control. He even offered me some chemz—but honestly, I was already high on the energy. We ended up hooking up four times; he was completely obsessed with me. When the lights came on at 5 AM, the night wasn’t over yet. Together with him and two of his friends, I headed to *Illumined*, a 24/7 sex club. We kept going until 7 AM, bodies surrendering to pure ecstasy. Then it was time for a hearty breakfast and a few hours of much-needed sleep.
**Saturday: New Night, New Opportunities**
The second night brought us back to *Hot Dog*. While the vibe was different and the crowd slightly less exciting, my body didn’t hold back. The attention was there, the energy was hot, but some of the deeper fantasies—my favorite fisting, for instance—didn’t come to life. Still, my hard cock stole the show and had its fair share of fun. By 3:30 AM, I called it a night and headed back to bed, fully satisfied.
**Sunday: The Grand Finale Party**
Sunday started off quietly. The hotel felt emptier, with many sneaker boys already gone. Had some great fun and nice conversation with an OF creator in my room, and he convinced me to work on some new plans in 2025 in this direction (to be continued).
The closing party was at the *Inferus Club* at 4 PM, and I made sure to get there early to make the most of it. Unfortunately, the vibe was even less intense than the night before. The dress code seemed lax; anyone wearing sneakers—even with regular jeans—was allowed in. Where was the magic?
Thankfully, there was free pasta at 7 PM, a small silver lining. But my body decided to give one last show. On stage, I gave myself completely as a top while the crowd’s hungry eyes devoured me. As a reward, I enjoyed a hot sandwich session: thrusting deep into one guy while being taken by another. No fisting this time, but enough to leave me grinning with satisfaction. By 8 PM, I was out the door, enjoying my final Diavolo pizza before heading to bed.
**Monday: Back to Reality**
Monday morning, I was already on my way back home. What a weekend…. Sneakers may never completely be my thing, but I can now appreciate how others get turned on by them. One thing’s for sure: there’s a kink for everyone, and discovering it is half the fun.
Maybe next time, we’ll discover it together. You know where to find me…
Stats for the weekend
- number of times fucked as a top: 10+
- number of being fucked: 10+
- number of being sucked: 10+
- number of fisted others: 2
- number of fists received: 6
- supplies: 4mmc, joint, Cobra 130 and poppers
- to remember: meeting with OF creator, first party
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