Pete (BF) and I went to a BB party last night. Lots of favors. Lots of muscleboys. Not enough tops....

Anyway, when we left this morning, the host handed us three bags of T - said he wanted it out of his house. So....Pete and I stretched the party on through the afternoon - smokin' a little - playin' a little. Finally, about six o'clock, Pete said, "Ya know, we're both clean, we're both fuckin' high.............tubs?" "You're readin' my mind, fucker!" I grinned. It didn't take us thirty minutes before we had our bags packed, and were in the truck headed to Midtowne.

While Pete drove, I got on the cell phone and called the bathhouse. Jimmy was workin' the front desk (thank God!) "Hey Jimmy. Pete an' I are headed down there. Anybody in the Mirror Room?" I asked. "Not right now," he answered. "I can hold it for 15 minutes." "Great!" I answered. "We'll be there in ten.

We shouldn't have worried - the parking lot was practically empty. But it was just 7 pm. We grabbed our two duffle bags - toys, leather, lube, favors and a small DVD player, and headed in to the nondescript three story building.

"Damn! You must've been right around the corner," Jimmy said, when we walked up to the check-in window. "Never hurts to ask for our favorite room," I grinned, trying not to grind my jaws and show how spun I was. Pete slid his ID, membership card and cash through the small passthrough under the window. Jimmy buzzed him through the door and handed him a key and towel. I followed next, getting the obligatory locker (which I wouldn't use) and Jimmy buzzed me through, too. "Have fun guys," Jimmy winked, giving us a knowing smile. We'd played with him in the past, and he could get into some kinky shit! AND he has a HUGE cock!!!

We briefly checked out the downstairs hot tub and shower (both empty) before hiking up to the third floor where our room was.

The Mirrored Room is exactly that - floor-to-ceiling mirrors on all four walls, and covering the ceiling.  I don't think they're real glass mirrors.  Probably some kind of reflective plastic sheets.  But the effect is really good!  It's also a double room, so you get a larger bed and more room to play

Pete hooked up the DVD player, while I covered the cheap foam mattress with our black rubber sheet and laid out our toys and leather.  "Ya think any of the guys from the party will be here?" I asked Pete while massaging his broad shoulders.  "Mmmm - I could hope that hot muscleboy Trey would show up!" he grinned.  "I'd love to feel that cock in me again - and I bet he'd be hot in leather!"    "Yeah, he was hot - and what about that black guy from Houston - Tristan, I think his name was?  Nice big, uncut cock!" I added.       "Or, we could be stuck with each other," he said, swiveling around and grabbing my crotch while biting one of nipples through  my ribbed tank top.    "Mmmmm - I'd be okay with that," I replied, grabbing the back of his head and pressing it to my chest.   "Fuck, you're hot!" Pete said smiling.  "No - you're hot!" I countered.  He gave me that same devilish grin that he did when we met at the baths 20 years ago.  I'm so lucky to be married to such a hot man who's as much of a pig as I am, and who enjoys as much anonymous sex.   As long as we end up going home together....

"Load up that pipe, and let's get started!" Pete finally said, breaking our embrace.  I separated the three bags of crystal that we got at the party - hid two in our duffle and opened one.  "This was some good shit that Marty had," I said, scooping out a medium-sized shard and dropping it in the glass pipe.  "Yeah, we need to find out who he's buyin' from.  I wanna get some more.  Whole lot better than that crap Billy sold us over at Club Dallas," Pete answered.   "Turn up the volume," I asked Pete.  I wanted something to cover the sound of the hissing that our torch made when firing up the pipe.  Soon, the moans of Drew Peters being fucked and fisted by Lito Cruz were filling the room, and I started the torch.  It didn't take long before the shard liquefied and thick white smoke started to flow up the  glass tube.  I took the first hit - held it - then shotgunned it into Pete's lungs.  I love this part - feeling his stubbled chin against mine - his warm lips - his thick muscular tingue - - - and we're getting fucking high!!!  Makes me feels so good and dirty!  Pete took the pipe and fired it up again, taking a long, deep hit - and then covering my mouth with his while I inhaled his chembreath.    We both laid back on the bed, gazing at our reflection on the ceiling - waiting for the meth to hit.

"I'm gonna go check my hole," Pete said, sitting up and digging through our duffle for the douche bulb.   He stripped off his tank and jeans,  grabbed the bathhouse issue towel and headed to the shower.  While he was gone, I stripped myself, did a couple dozen pushups on the sticky floor (gotta have pumped pecs), and snorted some crushed tina (I still love the old school method and the burn in my nose).  To be fair, I laid out a line for Pete for when he got back.      I heard the key in the lock, and Pete walked in.  "Well?  Were you clean?" I asked.   "Yeah - perfectly clear.  But you know, I always have to check," he raised an eyebrow, signaling his obsession with having a clean fuckhole.  "Do a line.  You'll feel better," I smiled, pointing to the line of meth on the small travel mirror.   He smiled and kissed me.  "And that's why I love you," he said, taking the silver straw and snorting the white powder up his nostrils.  I took the douche bulb and a towel and headed down the hall for my own cleanout.

As expected, my cleanout was just like Pete's.  We hadn't eaten anything for 24 hours before the party, because we wanted to be clean AND we wanted the drugs to have maximum effect.   And since we never really stopped parTying, we still hadn't eaten anything - just lots of water.   Neither of us are into scat, so a clean hole is at the top of our playlist....along with meth.

Coming back to the room, I saw a tall, muscular guy standing at the end of our hallway.  He was a regular at the baths, but we'd never played with him.  He had the musclebear look, but I had no idea what he was into.  He could've been a cop for all I knew.  He nodded and I nodded back.  When I got to our room, I had to knock - Pete still had the key.  I stood there for what seemed eternity, my towel over my shoulder and the douche bulb in clear sight.  Musclebear clearly knew where I'd been and what I'd been doing - - - fuck! what do I care?  in fact, I probably WANT him to know that my ass is clean and ready to fuck!  Jeez!  I way overthink things sometimes....     Pete finally opened the door and I went in.  But....thanks to thinking past my embarrassment, I left the door open, and went about my business in the room.  Musclebear did walk by - slowing down to take a look, and saw that there were two hot guys in the room!  Pete had already put on his leather harness and armbands and was working on getting a leather ballstretcher around his tweaked balls.  I figured if Musclebear was interested, he'd seen enough to know what we were into (except the meth). 

"Mmmm - he looked hot," Pete said.  "Yeah, we've seen him before.  Don't know what he's into," I answered.   "He can be IN me!"  Pete joked.  "Pig!" I added.  "Slut!" he slung back.  We both laughed.  

"Bump?" I asked, waving the baggy in front of Pete's eyes.  "You need to ask?" he said, with a raised eyebrow.   I licked my index finger and stuck it in the baggy - covered it in crystal.  "Show me that hole, babe," I said, holding my hand steady so as not to lose any "product."   He got on his hands and knees and reached back to spread his beautiful, muscled ass cheeks.  His hole was already puckered from the workout it had gotten at the party the night before.  He was teasing me by pushing it out and showing a beginning rosebud.  "Hold it open, or I'll spill," I instructed.  When it was open, I slid my finger in deep and rotated, wiping the drug on the lining of his rectum.   "Fucckkkkkkkkkk!" Pete moaned - not in pain, but in the knowing pleasure that this was going to send him higher.  He rolled over on his back and stretched his legs out before sitting up on the edge of the bed.  "Okay - now you," he said, taking the baggy away from me.  I lay on my back and locked my arms behind my knees, forcing my legs back and my ass up.  "Fuck!  I never get tired of your hole!" Pete said grinning.  I pushed my hole out in response.  "Ooooh - hungry, aren't we?" he said, licking his finger, dipping it in the bag and depositing a heft dose of meth in my fuck chute.     I welcomed the burn, and the knowledge of the high that would soon come.  "Do you think we party too much?" I asked.   Pete wrinkled his brow in fake thought.  "Not if you like the best, nastiest, longest, kinkiest sex ever," he finally answered.

I slid my black leather harness over my head and adjusted the snaps for a tight fit.  The workouts at the gym had paid off and the harness really showed off the work on my shoulders and chest.  "Now I know why you like the Mirrored Room," Pete said, catching me admiring my reflection.  "You know how gays are - it's all about the first impression," I replied.  "Don't worry, babe.  You look fuckin' hot!" Pete answered.  For two daddy-types in our fifties, we both looked damn good.  Our only downside was that we were all too often mistaken for tops!  Don't get me wrong - we'll breed an ass if it gets one of our cocks hard - but both of us really prefer getting fucked.   I slipped on a red cotton jock and my leather biker's cap, while Pete squeezed into a pair of rubber shorts with a codpiece.   "Time to take a cruise around the place?" I said, lighting a cigarette and offering one to Pete.  "Yeah - hope this wasn't a waste of time," he answered.  He grabbed the key and put the elastic band around his wrist and we headed out.

The 3rd floor was pretty dead - a few doors open, but the guys inside appeared to be asleep.  No sign or Musclebear.   There was an AIDS-wasted daddy in the black light room dildo-fucking his hole.  He might be fun for later.   We headed down the stairs to the 2nd floor.  A few more doors were open, but still no action - or at least the kind of action we were looking for.  We headed into the maze (in a far corner of the 2nd floor).  It was pretty quiet - usually if it's active, you can hear moans and gags and sucking sounds.   We made it all the way through without getting groped (kind of disappointing), and I sat down on one of the benches to watch the porn on the TV hanging from the ceiling.   Pete kept walking - I figured he was gonna check out the lockers and the hot tub/ communal shower on the 1st floor. 

I was kinda gooning out to the vanilla porn on the TV when I noticed some movement to my right.  There are gloryholes placed throughout the maze, and there happened to be one next to the bench I was sitting on.  A nice-sized cock was hanging within reach!  It wasn't hard, but it was nice and thick.  I shifted slightly on the bench so that I was facing the gloryhole, and gently cupped my hands under the shaved balls.   I heard a low moan from the other side of the plywood wall, and circled my thumb and index finger around the cock and balls like a cockring.  More moaning.   Now normally, cocksucking is low on my list of sexual desires - but for some reason, meth turns me on to it.  Without hesitation, I swallowed the whole thing in my mouth and began to suck like crazy.  The cock jumped back a little at first, but I still had a firm hold with my right hand.  Within seconds, the piece of dickmeat started to fill with blood and harden!  I continued to suck and slurp and swallow - and be the noisy cocksucker methpig that I am.  I'm sure anyone within earshot heard what was going on.  I bet it wasn't two minutes before I heard a voice on the other side of the wall mumble "Gonna cum!"  Then I felt the hot bullets hitting the roof of my mouth and back of my throat - and then the salty sweet taste of cum. He shot a HUGE load!  When I came off the cock for air, he was still shooting, and I got a nice glob in my goatee.    For awhile, all I could hear was panting on the other side, as the cock slowly softened.  Finally, I released my hold, and the guy backed away from the hole.  He could have easily come around the corner to me, but he went the other direction and out the door.  I caught a glimpse of him as he left - a tall older guy who had felched several loads of cum out of my ass on a previous visit.  He was really pretty hot, but I guess because of his age, he didn't get a lot of action.  (That's one thing I don't like about the gay lifestyle - we're all gonna get old, and we all still want sex.  So be kind to your elders!)

I met Pete coming up the stairs from the 1st floor.  "Gotta little cum in your beard buddy!" he said, leaning in and trying to lick off the splatter.  I deep tongue kissed him so he could taste the cum in my mouth.  "Mmmmm -  -  -  tastes like you've been busy," he grinned.   "Gotta take your loads when and where you can," I answered.   "Find any hotties around?" I asked.  "Nah - coupla cute twinks in the hot tub, but that's it - but it's only 8:30 - still pretty early," he replied.   "I need another smoke," I said.  "Pipe or cigarette?" he asked.   "Both!"