Every now and then, the stars align for a night of unbridled passion. Saturday was one of those nights. Sammy and his crew at TheBoots pulled out all the stops to celebrate 10 years of MrB Antwerp, and honey, this wasn’t just a party—it was an invitation to surrender to every dark desire.
I arrived early, as I always do. The club was still calm, giving me the perfect window to get ready, freshen up, and prepare for what I knew would be a deliciously wild ride. As the crowd began to trickle in, the anticipation in the air thickened. Familiar faces appeared, exchanging knowing glances, and I could feel the night’s electricity starting to build.
By the time I was prepped and in the zone, I dove headfirst into the infamous darkrooms, where pleasure knows no limits. The first two sessions were just a warm-up—slow, teasing, and tantalizing. But the third? Oh, the third session hit me like a tidal wave of raw ecstasy. With a little help from my trusty poppers, I embraced my deepest cravings, and soon enough, the first double of the night left me breathless, quivering, and wanting more.
There’s a certain kind of high when you’re fully in your element—when your body is open, eager, and insatiable. Afterward, I took a brief pause to collect myself, but just because my ass needed a moment didn’t mean the fun was over. My cock wasn’t done for the night, and neither were the eager mouths and tight holes begging for attention.
Fueled by poppers and pure sex drive, I kept going, devouring and being devoured. And then, as if the night wasn’t hot enough, I crossed paths with @LttleXL from Liège. Let me tell you about him: nice body inked with a sleeve that screamed dangerously sexy, and packing a perfect tool to match. His skilled hands were just the beginning.
With a shared sniff of his 3MMC, he pushed me even further, stretching me open in ways that left me gasping and moaning. He didn’t just fist me—he claimed me, every inch, every moment, every pulse of pleasure an unforgettable reminder of why I live for nights like this. His cock filled me completely, leaving me begging for more, and I gave him everything he wanted and then some.
By 4:00 AM, I was blissfully spent. For once, I hadn’t booked a hotel, so I made my way to Antwerp Central Station, still riding the high of the night. But the universe wasn’t done with me yet—there was @LttleXL again, waiting for his train on the next platform. Between the dirty texts and whispered promises to meet again, I finally boarded my train, satisfied beyond words.
At 7:15 AM, I collapsed into bed, utterly drained but deeply fulfilled. Nights like this aren’t just fun—they’re necessary. And trust me, baby, this was just the beginning. Next time? I’ll be ready for more.
Stats for the night
- number of times fucked as a top: 2
- number of being fucked: 0
- number of being sucked: 5-6
- number of fisted others: 5
- number of fists received: 6
- supplies: 3mmc (some sniffs at the end) + poppers
- to remember: meeting with @LttleXL
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