The Biggles books by Captain W E Johns detail the exploits of a band of aviators. In one book set in World War One there is a masssive dog fight involving dozens of German and British planes. When the battle is finished, and the British pilots return to base, a main character says something along the lines of “Did you see that? Now if anyone asks if I’ve been in a dog fight I can say I have”.

I thought of this line as I waited for the U-Bahn back to my hotel after the greatest night of group sex I’ve ever experienced. This was of course an entirely inappropriate thing to think. While Biggles was shooting red hot lead into the planes flown by ‘the Huns’, I was thrusting repeatedly into hot German boys who, it must be said, were rather more enthused by the process.

I attended Fictstutenmarkt, or Horse Fair. This event is held in a number of cities, including Leipzig, Mannheim and Hamburg. It is even occasionally held in Brussels – presumably in a misguided attempt to quality for some form of EU cultural funding. However, the main parties are held every month in Berlin.

You can read the full details and rules on their website (www.fickstutenmarkt.com) but essentially the Mares (the bottom boys) arrive first and are stripped naked except for white cotton bags over their heads, have their hands tied and are spread around the club. The Stallions (tops like myself) then arrive half an hour later and fuck them. The mares remain hooded and can’t see the stallions. Any mare must accept any stallion. What this means for a top like me is that it is essentially an orgy where you can fuck any bottom boy you want – they don’t know who you are, they can’t say no.

When you arrive you pay the entry fee (a very reasonable ten euro) and are provided with a wrist band. You are handed a thick plastic bag in which to place your clothes and valuables. Some stallions go naked. Some wear only underwear and a few wear t-shirts. You take your plastic bag to the basement and hand it to the cloak room attendant who tags it with the same number you have on your wrist. Also at the base of the stairs is the mares rest area where mares can take a time out from the activities from upstairs. Stallions are forbidden to go into the mare rest area.

I elected to leave my new khaki green and orange jocks on – they were clearly labelled with the brand Bonds – a brand which I knew other that any other Aussies would recognize. These days boys from all over the world wear AussieBums so that’s not exactly a good way to advertise yourself as Australian.

I started my reconnoitering on the ground floor. Guys on their hands and knees on a bench running down one side of the room. Three guys lying in slings. A giant fuck table where about fifteen guys were bent over. More benches with boys bent over. Another sling. A gynecology chair with metal stirrups. A fuck chair. More benches. Up a stair case to the next level – which was smaller and darker. More benches with boys on their hands and knees – more asses lined up in a row ready to fuck. Another gynecological chair. More tables with boys arranged.

There must have been close to a hundred mares arranged around the club. With the exception of those waiting in slings or some on their backs on the tables, all most all of them were on their hands and knees or with their feet on the ground bent over and leaning their arms on the table. All wanting cock. Many were gently wiggling their butts to attract attention and make it clear that tops should not be shy about coming forward and ploughing them.

One thing I appreciate about German sex parties is that they specify a pretty narrow time band where people are admitted. This means that the party gets into full swing pretty quickly. It removes all the bullshit associated with people not getting there too early, or hanging around late. It avoids people having to think “well it starts at two pm, but I won’t get there until four – because I don’t want to be the first to arrive and it might not start jumping until later”. The German approach means that when the party starts – it goes off. When a stallion walks in the door at seven pm he knows the mares will be waiting. On a practical level it also means that it finishes early. Because the stallions arrive between seven and eight pm, it means you can fuck your brains out for a few hours and still get home in time for a good nights sleep.

Within half an hour of the entry of the stallions the place was a fuck fest. Of course not every mare was being fucked all the time, but I’m sure they could hear mares either side of them being ploughed and the moans. These boys knew how to make noise which is such a turn on. The music was great – lots of stuff with a good beat to really encourage you to fuck along to the music. But the great thing was that the music was the perfect volume – providing great atmosphere but allowing you to really appreciate the sounds of sex around you.

I decided to have my first fuck upstairs. I picked a mare with a great ass on one of the benches. I reached out and stroked his ass and he wiggled it with anticipation and to encourage me. I pushed my crotch, still in my jocks, against his ass and he wiggled some more. The safe sex sachets they give you include a condom and a tiny packet of lube. Obviously with the amount of sex going on you don’t want too much lube being used. However, because I have a pretty massive cock it was pretty hard to get into that first mare. He hadn’t been used yet that night and was still very tight. It took a few minutes and couple of false starts before we were fucking in earnest and I was really slamming his ass. Perhaps all mares should be injected with lube before the stallions arrived. I fucked that first mare for quite some time. As a conscientious top I like to really give my bottom boys a good ride. It’s a bit of a mindset change that you don’t have to pound every boy for hours – it is expected you will go onto the next one – and the mare expects other stallions to mount them.

One thing I loved, and found a little amusing, was the ability for German boys to switch from moaning in german to moaning in English. Several times during the night when I was balls deep in a boy he would start talking in German. I would tell them I didn’t speak German and they would switch to English – well porn film English anyway. “Yah, fook me. Do me hard. Oh yah”.

As the party heated up around me, there was more and more fucking going on. Wandering around I saw boys being fucked on all fours, in slings, on their backs, bent over tables and in gynecology chairs. I saw mares sucking cock on their knees. I saw boys being spit roasted. I saw groups of stallions taking turns fucking a young mare – passing him back and forwards between themselves. I saw more than fifteen guys on a well lit table being pounded – some bent over, some on all fours, some on their backs.

An older guy with a massive cock was making out with a young mare. The mare was obviously very turned on by the size of the stallion’s cock and his muscled body. When I found them the mare was alternating between blowing him enthusiastically and making out passionately. I watched for a while and the older stallion obviously appreciated the audience. Without words and without the mare being aware of it, I asked the stallion if he would mind if I fucked the mare. He indicated yes, so rolled a condom down my cock and lubed it up.

The first the mare was aware of my presence was when I pushed my hard schlong between his ass cheeks while he made out with the other stallion. I pushed into him fairly forcefully. The other stallion pushed him down onto his cock and we spit roasted him.

There were so many guys crammed into the small space around us it became difficult to move. Stallions were bumping together as they plugged their respective mares. I finished fucking him – nodded my thanks to the other stallion and went prowling for more mares.

Later I walked past them again – they had clearly formed a bond and were monopolizing quite a lot of the other’s time. The stallion was laying back and the mare was squatting over him while they made out. The stallions cock was huge and rock hard and pointing at the mare’s ass.

I wordlessly picked up a condom and gestured to the hung stallion who nodded. I tore open the packet, stretched it out with my fingers and fed it down over his massive cock – like my own cock it was so thick that rolling it down wasn’t an option. Within seconds the mare had reached back and impaled himself on the massive column – groaning with that curious mixture of pleasure, pain and a sense of victory that comes when boys take massive cocks. I watched him ride for a few minutes before I wandered off to fuck more mares.

I think that is what surprised me most about horsefair – the variety of passion and interaction between mares and stallions. Some couplings were hard, fast and vicious. Others were passionate with lots of kissing and making out. In some the mares showed passion. In others they were pieces of hot flesh to be used without consideration or sensitivity.

One boy with an ass with a great tan line was being fucked by a lot of guys – normally standing and bending over while he made out with a guy. I saw the two of them a few times over the evening and I concluded they were either friends, lovers or fuck buddies – the mare was being used and abused by guys but with his mate there to keep him safe and encourage him on. They were speaking in English and the mare was being urged on and told what was about to happen to him. Before I fucked him the stallion stage whispered to the mare that he was about to take a massive cock just before I slid into him.

A hot red headed friend of mine is thinking of heading along as a mare, and so I offer the following advice.

If you want to be fucked a lot, by more than twenty guys, then try to position yourself on the big table down stairs. You’ll find yourself being used while other mares either side of you also get pounded. Try to position yourself next to mares you find attractive – many of the mares were making out with each other while they were being pounded by their stallions. In some cases, mares were comforting other mares as they were well pounded in aggressively painful ways. Some mares brought amyl and that’s fine – consider how you will keep it close. Perhaps a bottle in your hand and keep a spare in your sock as well. Some had leather harnesses with an amyl bottle in a leather holder clipped on. Most mares were in sneakers (trainers) rather than boots – as it is easier to keep their legs in the air. I’d consider lubing up before your first fuck to ensure a smooth entry. And of course make sure your ass is clean – I didn’t have one mare whose ass wasn’t spotless. Very impressive with that many guys. Don’t be afraid to take a break during the night and get back out there – just hold up your hand and a helper will take you to the rest area. Don’t touch your cock and don’t expect to stay hard – with the amount of abuse that mares were taking very few of them had hard ons before too long. Long and vicious fucks can send the body into shock. Don’t be afraid to moan and groan – stallions want to fuck the boys who react. When there is no one in your ass, wiggle it or spread your cheeks invitingly. Try to differentiate yourself from the other mares – socks, shoes, temporary tattoo – just something that makes them remember you. Finally, have some way of counting the number of guys in your ass – you will definitely loose track. One boy I saw used rings and moved them from finger to finger. Not sure of the best way for you. Perhaps a notch on your shoe with a finger nail? Or just accept that you will loose count.

The boys at the party were hot – both Stallions and Mares. I think in order to fuck in public you need to have confidence. This means the stallions were uniformly fit and with above average cocks. No one wants to be the fat mare that no body screwed so the bottom boys were generally incredible.

I saw one hot boy who I saw the night before at Quagalist. He wasnt interested in me then. He was being a stallion in a “I’m versatile leaning towards bottom but I don’t have the guts to be a mare” kind of way. I think that when he saw the size of my cock and the way I was fucking, he regretted not playing with me the night before. Good. Serves him right.

The helpers wander around in their white t-keeping everything safe. They carry little torches and will flash them on the mare’s ass to make sure the cock inside them has a condom on. I’ve got a pretty massive cock and often the condom won’t roll down to the base. It is a bit of a surreal experience to have someone politely flash their torch at your crotch while fucking someone. You pull out further so they can see the condom is in place. They smile and nod and turn off the torch as you slam your cock back into the mare. I’m not sure that most mares are even aware it is happening.

A small number of mares were wearing red hoods that indicated they wanted to be fucked bareback. These red mares still need to take any stallion – but it is up to the stallion if they plough the red hooded mares safe or raw. It looked like these mares didn’t get fucked as much as the other mares in the white hoods. This really is a safer sex party – most boys are there to fuck long, hard and safe.

The mares cheat – well some of them do. They are allowed to have their hoods above their nose for amyl and cock sucking. Some of them peek our from under the hood. Not necessarily seeing your face but seeing your cock and watching other mares getting fucked too. Either that or some mares have the remarkable ability to find a cock with their hands or mouths without sight.

The night is a sea of images. As I write this a few days later already it is a series of flashes. A montage of hot sex. Boys moaning. Feeling their ass holes that have been used and abused. Wincing as yet another cock slides into them – trying to block out the pain in an attempt to take pleasure from being a fuck toy.

Various parts of the venue are lit in different ways. Darker in the areas around the slings. Darkest upstairs but not so dark you can’t tell who is doing what to who. Bright lights on the central fuck table which was definitely the place for the exhibitionistic stallions and mares to show what they could do.

I realized something important that night – not all cocks are made for all asses. I fucked a lot of boys and sometimes things just worked better than others. It wasn’t that the boys were looser – it was that everything just matched up better. Something that is only possible to confirm after fucking a lot of boys.

I fucked boys in slings, I fucked boys in the gynecology chair. I fucked boys on all floors on benches. On all fours on the ground. Bent over tables. On their backs with their legs over my shoulders. I face fucked boys. I spit roasted boys using their faces. I spit roasted boys using their ass. I had boys on their knees blowing myself and other stallions – going from cock to cock with their mouths.

The bar was well stocked and inexpensive. Plenty of stallions taking a break and having a drink. Good range of drinks and snacks and incredibly cheap prices. They didn’t have coke but a cola that featured a gold palm tree on the bottle. You just show your wrist band. The atmosphere at the bar was very friendly. Lots of chatting and animated discussion. Some stallions were done for the night – most were on a break. Clearly a lot of people knew each other and I wondered how many of their friends they had anonymously fucked. As a visitor you have an advantage – you don’t have to worry about fucking or being fucked by a work colleague, friend, former friend or anyone else for whom it might be awkward.

The hottest fuck I saw was on the main table. A mare with a great body was being ploughed on his back by a top that was about six foot six, with a lean body and a cock that was long and uniformly thick. I remember that as I looked at the stallion’s back he had a mole on the left side with a few hairs growing out of it, but was otherwise pretty hairless. This guy was a stallion in every sense of the world – he knew how to lay pipe – long strokes, powerful strokes. The bottom’s ass was puckering from the previous fucking and the current assault and every time the top withdrew the ass ring was pulled a centimeter out from his body. It was a couple of hours into the evening and it was hard to work out if his ass ring was pulling away from his body to try and prevent the cock from leaving or wether the ass was so loose it was just going wherever the cock was.

It was incredibly hot. The mare had his gold sneakers in the air. Other mares were nuzzling him to hear his moans and distract him from the intense sensations. When the stallion pulled out the mare felt and fingered his ravaged ass hole as if to reassure himself that it was still intact. Anyone watching this fuck would know it was special. I had fucked this mare earlier in the evening, and I was one of a couple dozen reasons as to why on this night this particular ass ring was loose and receptive. While our fuck had gone well it wasn’t at this level. Relentless long strokes and an ass that was clearly tender but hungry.

After fucking approximately 24 guys – I lost count – I stroked my cock a few times and blew my first and last load of the evening watching this amazing powerfuck. A massive jet of cum blew two meters through the air and actually landed on the shoes of the stallion fucking the mare.

This evening prompted me to reflect on the question of ‘why?’. When playing in bdsm it is common to do scenes where orgasm isn’t expected or achieved. Horsefair isn’t about cumming. It is about enjoying dominating others. It is about mares submitting to domination from random stallions. The focus isn’t on blowing a load – it is about power. It is about being a voyeur. It is about being an exhibitionist. Can a mare be a voyeur if they are hooded and helpless, can’t see but can hear the sounds of sex around them? I think they can.

I headed downstairs and reclaimed by bag and heading for the corner near the door to get dressed. As I passed the sling near the entry, I paused to watch a group of guys fisting a muscle mare taking a fist wrapped in a while latex glove in his ass. He was hooded and unable to see as the guys gathered around to watch his hungry hole clamp down around a wrist to try and hang onto it’s prize.

Horsefair was definitely the best group sex experience I’ve had. Hot boys, great atmosphere and really well organized. For someone like me with a massive cock it was great as after half an hour I was able to fuck anyone I wanted without having to warm them up to accommodate my not inconsiderable girth. Very liberating. If you haven’t been to Berlin and Horsefair – you should definitely. If you are a bottom boy or versatile boys who leans towards bottom boy who can’t quite bring himself to be a mare, go along as a stallion. The sights and sounds will stay with you forever – and once you experience it you might be tempted to experience it again with a hood on.

Dressed and exhausted I headed for the door, expecting to pay for my drinks as I exited. Beginner’s mistake – you pay at the bar first. The batman tallied up my drinks bill and I paid a ludicrously small amount. As I left the door staff bid me goodnight and asked if I wanted to nominate my favorite mare for the Mare of the Month competition. I felt like that voting for any specific mare would be like a teacher being asked to nominate their favorite child – while they might have their favorites it is polite not to mention them. I declined and walked exhausted into the cold winter night – past the fast food outlet where I caught the eye of one of the staff who smirked knowingly. The biggest shock of the night was when I turned my phone back on and checked the time. A little under four hours had gone by. I was genuinely stunned – it felt like I had been fucking for hours and hours. At least five or six. I could have sworn it was at least midnight. I descended to the u-bahn for my journey back to the hotel – exhausted and satisfied after the greatest night of group sex ever. 🙂

PS: The English boy with the tan line won mare of the month. A truly international fuck fest. There has been a porn film made filmed at a mock Horsefair. It was released by Berlin Film. It’s pretty accurate. Same venue. Same organisers. The boys in the film are representative of the ones at the real event – in fact I think I even recognize a few guys. But it doesn’t have the scale – the real party has waaaay more guys than the film – but worth checking out.