When I got back to the room with the fresh J-lube (nice and warm), and refilled bottles of water, the hall was silent. I made some noise with my key in the lock to let Ryan know I was back, and then went in and shut the door. Fuck! It'd be just my luck that I'd get all ready for a good fist session, and then my fuckbuddy runs off with the new guy! (Paranoia, guys....stop overthinking when you're high...) I straightened the room up a bit, picking up stray pieces of paper towel and putting them in the plastic trash bag I'd brought along. Put a fresh rock in my pipe. Dried the lube off my titclamps. Straightened the black rubber sheet I'd brought for the bed. Reorganized the dildos. - - - Decided to drop another tab of "X," since it'd been about 10 hours since my last. Did a medium hit off the pipe to keep from crashing. Lit a cigarette and flipped through the porn channels.

'Tap, tap, tap,' came a sound from the door. I jumped up and headed to the door, my semi-hard cock still sliding around in the leather codpiece. I had to tear off a paper towel to grip the doorknob - still some lube on my hands... It was Ryan, with a wide smile and unblinking parTy eyes. He pushed his way in, and flopped on the bed with his leather bag. "Look what I got!" he said excitedly. I shut the door and sat down on the edge of the bed. He opened the bag and pulled out two syringes, each loaded with a slam. "Ya wanna fly?" he asked, holding the thin rigs in the palm of his hand. "You think he's safe to do it with?" I asked, a little nervous (and paranoid) about the guy he'd invited. "Yeah - He came by while I was makin' these up," Ryan said. "Told me his name was Victor, and he was gonna go downstairs and get his own shit. Sounded okay to me." "Well, let's keep our stuff hidden 'til we see his stuff. He's probably okay, but I don't wanna get arrested," I said. "Good idea - but I don't think a cop would be walkin' around in a rubber bikini - just sayin'," he smiled, rubbing the back of my neck.

"I've never slammed before, so you'll have to show me what to do," I admitted. "No prob. I'm pretty good with the needle, so I'll do you first - then me," he offered. I showed him the fresh J-lube and the can of Crisco. He slid out of the borrowed jock, his cock still massive and hard. "By the way, thanks for the fuck downstairs. You felt great in my hole!" he chattered, reaching over and unsnapping the codpiece from my jock and freeing my cock. "That PA was awesome! You wanna fuck me some more?" he was really spun! I had just gotten between his muscular thighs and entered his warm hole, when we heard a knock at the door. He stared up at me, looking like a kid that was about to get into some BIG trouble! "Let's do this!" I said, and got up to open the door.

"Hey, man. I'm Jim," I said to the 5' 9" guy standing in the doorway. "Victor," he said, flashing a blinding smile of perfect white teeth. He was even hotter than I remembered - built like a fireplug - short and compact - he had a thick upper body tapering down to a narrow waste, supported by short, but muscular legs. He had brought some leather, too, and was now wearing a leather harness, leather-studded armbands, a biker's cap and boots. He had a small backpack slung over one shoulder, and was still wearing the revealing rubber bikini. "Come on in," I stood to one side, letting him enter the room and set down his gear. "Fuck! I been watchin' you guys since I got here," he said, taking in the mirrors, toys, Crisco, lube - - - and Ryan. "Didn't know if y'all played around, or if you were a couple." "We actually just met," I jumped in to keep things from getting awkward. "Cool," he responded. "Looks like you clicked pretty fast." "Yeah - We're definitely into a lot o' the same stuff," Ryan joined in.

"So - - - you guys like to party?" Victor broke the ice. "Depends on what you like to party with," I hedged. Victor looked at Ryan, and Ryan gave him a knowing nod. "Oh - yeah - uh - Tina, X, 420, K - - - I like it all." "So'd you bring your own stuff?" I asked, hating to be such a hardass. "Oh, sure man. I'm no moocher," he answered, unzipping his backpack and pulling out a glass pipe and a baggie full of crystal. "Thanks, man," I said, placing a hand on Victor's tattooed shoulder. "I'm just real paranoid about the cops and everything." "Oh, don't worry. I ain't no cop," he laughed, reaching down and squeezing my cock. "Unless - - - maybe you want me to be," he winked.

"So, how long have you been into fisting?" I continued with my interrogation. "Oh - three years, maybe," Victor answered. "Kinda started when I started the Circuit scene - You know - meth and fisting kinda go together," he smirked. He had scooped a large rock out of his baggie with the top of a bic pen, and dropped it into the bowl of his pipe. I pulled mine out from under Ryan's loaned jock, and passed it to Ryan along with the torch. The two pipes fired up and I relaxed as these two exceptionally hot, total strangers proceeded to get high in my room. Ryan handed me my pipe, careful not to hand me the end with the recently heated bowl. I flicked on the torch and moved the flame back and forth until I saw the solid mass melt and start to vaporize. Then I took a long, deep hit into my lungs.

In the background, we could feel the throbbing beat of the techno music, and the occasional buzz from the downstairs door as another customer was let in. Yet, Victor, Ryan and I were in our own little world, about to descend to another level of sexual excess. Ryan retrieved the two rigs from his bag, along with two rubber strips for constricting our arms. He straddled me while he tied the rubber strip just below my bicep. "Okay - now squeeze your hand," he instructed, tapping the crease at my elbow, looking for a vein. "There!" he smiled, tearing open an alcohol swab and cleaning the area he had identified. "Okay - You ready?" he looked into my eyes. I nodded back, placing myself completely in his hands. He pulled the orange tip off the rig, tapped it to release any air bubbles, and positioned it on my arm. "Okay - small pinch." I looked down, and saw the syringe start to turn red with my blood, signifiying that he was in. "Relax - This is gonna be fun," he said, as he slowly pushed the plunger in. It was just like everybody says - a warm tingling up my arm - spreading quickly throughout my whole body - a shortness of breath - blurred vission - an uncontrollable cough. "Oh fuck!" I managed to get out. I was floating and vibrating and pulsing. My hole felt like it was hanging loose and open and I needed something to fill it. I could see Victor and Ryan watching me, looking for signs that I was okay - but all I could register was that there were two seriously hot men with me that I wanted to crawl up my fuckhole. "You awright?" Ryan asked, holding my arm above my head. "Ohhhhhhh, yes! More than all right!" I answered. He bent down and kissed me gently on the lips. It felt so tender, so soft - like we were melting together.

While Ryan got himself ready, Victor started in on me. A ball of Crisco was pushed inside my pulsing hole, followed by a syringe of J-lube. The fresh, warm, lube felt incredible as it filled my vacant insides. I glanced over, just in time to see Ryan insert the needle in his arm. "Gettin' ready to join ya, buddy!" he smiled. He pushed the plunger, ripped the rubber strip off and coughed. "Fuck, yeah!" he yelled, tensing in a sit-up position, and then laying back and spreading his sexy legs. Victor already had a ball of Crisco ready for Ryan, and had refilled the syringe with J-lube. We were definitely in experienced hands!

As soon as Ryan's ass was ready, Victor began working his hands into each our holes. Thanks to the previous assplay, a pair of experienced holes - - - and a slam of meth - - - Victor's hands slid in easily. The pressure felt so incredibly good - it was like my entire body had become a fuckhole! Ryan and I were squirming on the rubber sheets in two pools of sweat, Crisco and lube - happy as two pigs could be! Time passed like scenes in a slide show. Victor fistfucking us. Victor taking off his rubber bikini and taking turns rawfucking both our holes with his incredibly thick, uncut cock. The black 'thug' from the maze taking turns with Victor fucking our hungry holes. The door to the room being open, and guys that I'd never seen before coming in to fuck us and dump a load. The short bald guy (who had a really fat cock!) fucking and fisting me! I even seem to remember Ryan fisting me while Victor was getting fucked by the black guy. I even think I remember Ryan and I getting into a 69 chempissdrinking scene.

When things started to come back into focus, the room had cleared, and Victor was preparing a slam for himself. I sat up - and realized I had my XXXlarge buttplug in my hole. "You up for fisting?" Victor asked. "I need my hole worked real bad!" I looked around for the Crisco and J-lube - found them - and cleared a space on the bed for Victor. He inserted the needle in his arm like a pro, pushed the plunger, his eyes rolled back and he coughed -twice. It was so hot seein' this muscle hunk beggin' to get his hole punched. My fist was in in 30 seconds, and he was buckin' up and down like a bitch in heat! "Oh, yeah! Fuck me! Fist my fuckin' hole!" Forget about easing into it. I was punchfucking his musclebutt with a closed fist in no time. "Put both hands in!" he said frantically. "Stretch my fuckin' hole!" My left hand gripped my right wrist, and slowly worked its way in - the whole time Victor kept begging for more. Ryan finally started to come to, and when his head cleared, he joined in, chewing on Victor's eraser nipples and tonguefucking his mouth. When he couldn't take anymore, I would pull out with a nasty sucking sound, and admire the gape of his open hole. I worked different combinations of dildos in him, all which had been previously used by me and Ryan, still greasy with Crisco and lube - - - and cum. Watchin' Victor pig out after his slam gave me an idea of what a slut I must've been after mine!!! Just made me want more!

Ryan left briefly, and came back with refilled water bottles, which we all needed desperately. After about two hours of workin' over Victor's hole, he was finally beginning to come down a little. We all took a break and smoked a cigarette, tugging on our Tina dicks and fingering our slimy fuckholes.

"Room 209 - Room 209 - Check out or renew - Room 209 - Check out or renew," came the voice over the intercom. "Hey man - What room are you in?" I asked Victor. "Two-oh-nine," he answered, staring blankly at the porn on the TV. "They just called your room, man. You gonna renew?" I asked. He forced his eyes to blink, trying to comprehend what I had just said. "Shit! Already? I can't leave like this," he babbled. I asked Ryan if he was gonna renew. "I'll stay, if you do," he answered - - - fueling co-dependency.... We all kinda pulled ourselves together and walked into the cool air of the hallway, made it downstairs to the front desk, and added another eight hours to our rooms.

On the way back up, we stopped in the single shower on the 2nd floor and rinsed the recent round of piss, lube, grease and cum off our bodies. I had to take a leak, and Victor got down on his knees and eagerly drank my chem-laced piss straight from the tap! When we all got dried off, Victor said, "Hey, let's check out the sling!" Ryan and I had no objection, so we followed him down the hall toward the maze. Victor skipped the maze and headed straight for he sling. It was unoccupied, and he was up and in it like he was right at home. Obviously, the effects of the slam were still present! He was digging his fingers into the warm flesh of his fuckhole, while Ryan and I each took a nipple to suck on. "Fuck, yeah!" Victor moaned. "God, I need fucked! Find me a cock. Hole's so hungry! Fuck!" Amazingly, the water, and the walking up and downstairs, and the laying off drugs for a bit, and the Levitra, and the hot piece of beef in the sling had roused my dick a little. "Ya want my cock, boy?" I hissed in his ear. His hand drifted down to my crotch and reached inside my leather pouch. The feeling of a firm grip, from a hand that was not my own, was enough to make my dick jump. Victor pulled roughly, as my cock expanded to a respctable thickness. "Fuck, yeah, Daddy!!" he grinned. "Damn! Fuck me, man!" he pleaded. I moved to the end of the sling, placed my cockhead against his brown pucker and pushed in. Thank God he was open and loose, 'cause my party dick might not have been hard enough to split a real tight hole. "Fuck!" Victor said, smiling and staring into my eyes. The warmth of his gooey hole felt great - enough so, that I even started to get harder! The more I fucked, and the more he moaned, the harder I got!

"Your ass is amazing, man," I said, enjoying a slow, steady rhythm of drilling Victor's sloppy hole. "Fuckin' slimy fuckhole, man! You like gettin' your hole worked, doncha? Like gettin' fucked in a sling? Fuckin' cockwhore!" I chanted while he nodded in agreement. Ryan was leaning against the black, plywood wall getting his cock sucked by some stranger who'd wandered in. I could see that he was regaining his hardon like me. "Hey man, " I spoke up to get his attention. "Ya wanna fuck this loose hole?" Ryan pushed the cocksucker's head off his dick and walked over to take my place at Victor's juicy slot. "Ya wanna fuck 'im? Ya wanna fuck 'im with that big dick?" I taunted him. I moved out of the way, and Ryan sank his meat deep into Victor's gut. "Oohhh, fuccckkk!" Victor moaned. The cocksucker disappeared into the darkness of the maze. When Ryan started to slow down, I motioned a time out, and we all grabbed our towels and headed back to the third floor.