robot wrote:great review, thank you
about being half-limp, I’ve never attended a gangbang but I can only guess that being in the same room as 50 other naked guys and having to wait for your turn to sprinkle the schlampe might be a tad stressful for the regular Hans

But hey, i'm just guessing

Anybody who attended can infirm/confirm? There was a regular poster some time ago ...Champ.... he did a lot of such sex stuff. He documented it. Champ are you still with us?
While we wait for Champ, my two cents, having attended GBs regularly over two decades.
In general I found them even more exciting to participate in, than to watch on film, if also obviously more expensive.
Yes, you have to be impervious to the ludicrous sight of other naked males - early training in Rugby or Football changing rooms can help, although you seldom find the entire school XV standing around jerking. That sight, so typical of a GB, is to me amusing rather than off-putting.
Watching the guys before you is usually fun and you just concentrate on staying hard for when your time comes - more complicated when (as usually) condoms are required. As marmaduke hints, it is imperative NOT to shame yourself and bring dishonour to your family and your country by stepping up to the young lady wielding a Jesus Reyes style
Schlappschwanz .
Of course, if just one or two guys get drunk, rowdy, stupid, smelly or selfish, the air can go out of the balloon. But that goes for any kind of party.
Although nowadays I engage professional ladies on a calmer one-on-one basis I look back on the GB era, especially Lady Marmalade parties in London, with nostalgic affection and although the New Puritanism has made these things more difficult to arrange, I am glad to see the Germans and others keeping the tradition alive.
Whether or not they all stay hard, if the men are lively but respectful the ladies can get an enormous kick out of these events in addition to useful
Taschengeld as seems to be the case in the scenes marmaduke has unearthed for us.
Several of the Marmalade girls were complete amateurs - bright young students from the University of London - who returned weekend after weekend because it was way more fun to spend four or five hours with legs spread for twenty mature men than to go clubbing with a boyfriend, although of course some of them would gigglingly confess as they staggered out, that they were now off to meet up with a significant (and oblivious!) other...