It was Dywain's first trip out of the island and he knew nothing about airport security, he did not even understand the difference between cabin and hold baggage. His wash bag was pillaged by security, they were rude, slow and confiscated his precious coco-milk face lotion. He was in tears and never wanted to be in an airplane, British Airways or an airport ever again. He and his friends barely made it to the gate. Click the headline to read more of darling Dywain and see graphic pictures.
When the plane is half way to the runway Dywain asks "Are we in the air yet?". The answer was no and he descended back into the biggest sulk ever. But even British Airways can't keep a good man down and half way through the short flight to Berlin he suddenly perked up and normal holiday excitement resumed. After landing at Berlin-Tegel he was hungry and they went to the train carriage Imbiss for beer, chips and Curry Wurst. Dywan devoured his and half of Jack's - he was now a lover of Berlin cuisine.
Jack is Dywain's host and when they arrive at Jack's flat, Jack offers him a choice of bed. There is either the whore's bed in the main room or the smaller one in Jack's dressing room. Dywain says, "I'm not sure, I will try both of them." It's Friday, Jack's friends Carlos and Robert come for drinks and off they go to lab.oratory for the 2-4-1. Dywain is in raptures - all those sexy men to play with. Jack, Carlos and Robert do not see him until just before they leave. They go to lab whenever they can but two hours is enough and they leave to have even more fun at home. Robert fucks Jack very hard for the first time and they double fuck Carlos who loves it. They worry that Dywain get lost in Berlin, drown their sorrows at Bull and bring Toby home. He fucks well but is not a good sex party player because he does not like sex with more than two people. He leaves. Dywain arrives safely home at 7am satisfied, exhausted and ready for bed.
The next day Saturday, Kitkat's Carneball Bizarre is on the menu. Dywain's favoured dress is Wellington boots, plus fours, a bulky jacket, dark glasses and a balaclava. Cars screech to a halt, people stop and stare at him in the street. We do not think it is because of his ebony skin. He is still wearing his Wellington boots and decides the only other clothing necessary at Kitkat is a red bandana, which is carefully draped over his cock. Jack approves and as the cock will be hard and sticking out most of the time, it does not protect his modesty. Jack wears the great chain mail dress and a pair of boots.
It is quite empty at midnight and Dywain does not like Kitkat at all but it gets a bit better for him after an hour of acclimatisation and he and Jack fuck in the upstairs playroom. But the audience is not big enough there. They part company and meet again later on the main dance floor. They go up to the stage, Jakc's chain mail falls off, the bandana slips down and they start to fuck again at the back of the stage then move forward to the front. The audience is big enough.
At 4am they move on to Bull. It is the usual dark, noisy, sexual chaos. Dywain does not like Bull either and ,with Jack's permission takes a stray German home. Jack takes full advantage of the friendly men in Bull, one guy he fucks in the back room for about half an hour. When they reluctantly finish - due to exhaustion - his partner tells Jack that the is the best fuck he had ever had. Jack still remembers the fucking and the praise with delight. Burt he has host duties and returns home to find Dywain in the whores bed and his shag just leaving, Dywain feigns tiredness but Jack knows what he wants - to fuck Jack again. He says that Jack has the best arse ever and lovingly takes photos of the beautiful thing and some more while the black organ pleasures it. Jack's cock and arse are tingling for days after - his ego for even longer.
Sunday is the day of rest and Jack stays at home to pray while the naughty young Dywain goes to lab.oratory for the afternoon sex party, followed by the naked party at Reizbar, a brief visit to Tom's bar where everybody was quiet an watching, followed by a short visit to admire the White Daddy's and chat with the black boys in Scheune.
Monday is Dywain's last day in Berlin. He is downcast at returning to London but there are surprises in store. They decide to eat at a new Bavarian restaurant in the nether regions of Motz Strasse. Jack invites his boy friend and fiancée to join them. Albert gets on with Dywain like a house on fire (that means very very well). They return to Jack's place and play zilch (that's a game with six dice and you keep your clothes on) and then Albert invites himself to stay over. This conflicts with Jack and Dywain's plan to properly christen the whore's bed. Jack raises the objection, Albert offers to leave immediately, Dywain urges him to stay. They come up with the perfect compromise: Dywain and Jack will christen the bed while Albert will take photographs. Everybody has a good time and then they move to Jack's bedroom, chat a bit and all fall into a peaceful sleep. Ahem.