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A few years ago, I was in between jobs, and feeling horny midweek. Decided to head down to the baths to see if I could get into some trouble. Got there around midnight, and got a good double room on the 3rd floor, complete with XXX videos and mirrors on all four walls and the ceiling. The third floor doesn't always have as much activity as the second floor, but it usually makes up for it in kink, sleaze, parTy and bareback sex. As always, I had done a thorough douche at home (on top of not eating for 24 hours), and brought an assortment of party favors to 'relax.' Went through my usual routine of smoking the glass cock and opening my hole with a variety of dildoes. "Well, they'll let any kinda trash in this place," a voice cackled from my open door. It was my dealer, Rex, making the rounds to keep his 'customers' satisfied. I motioned for him to come in and shut the door. "Mmmmm - looks like you plan to be here a while," he grinned, surveying the assortment of toys and leather I had laid out on the bed. "Yeah - bored an' horny on a Wednesday night. Figured I'd bring my party ass out for a spin," I laughed. I bought some exTra supplies from him for the future - always like to keep a backup stash so I'm not runnin' around tryin' to score on the weekend. Rex played with my hole for awhile for old times sake- then got up and slid the cash I'd given him into the waistband of his red jockstrap. Then he was off to roam the halls to see if there were any more "customers." The "T" was really makin' my hole hungry, the "X" was makin' me feel sexy, and I'd gotten brazen enough to leave my door wide open. I had just snapped on a leather cockring and cinched my balls with a leather ballstretcher when I heard the sound of jingling keys and heavy boots coming down the hallway! A tall guy in tight jeans and a leather biker jacket stopped at the room across from mine, inserted the key and went in. The door shut too fast for me to get a good look - but at this point, he was fresh meat. I continued fingering my slick hole and playin' with my Xtasy-charged pierced tits, and watchin' the gay porn on the in-house sex channels. The door across the hall opened abruptly, and the guy walked out (minus the leather jacket) wearin' jeans and a tight white T-shirt. This time, I got a better look - he was well-built, 30-something with sandy blonde short hair. His eyes briefly took in the sight in my room, and then he was off down the hallway. In a few minutes, he was back. Same routine. Keys in the lock, straight in the room, door shut. - - - Fuck! Not even a hint of interest. Since he was the only one I'd seen in about an hour, I didn't bother to shut my door when I reached into my bag for a booty bump. I successfully dosed my hole (with no witnesses), and kicked back to smoke a cigarette. The door handle across the way rattled, and he stepped out in just the bathhouse-issued white towel. This time, we at least made eye contact. I nodded to him - he nodded back - and he headed off down the hallway. He would return several more times - each time entering his room and shutting the door. I figured, maybe he was new to the bathhouse scene, and was just nervous. But everytime he left his room, he would stop and acknowledge me. On one of his absences, I scribbled a note on a piece of scratch paper that said "COME FUCK ME!" and slid it under his door. Then I scrambled back across to my room, shut the door, loaded the pipe with a large rock and smoked a few hits from the glass cock to calm my nerves. (I'm not usually that aggressive...) I opened my door before he got back, and managed to see him enter his room. He bent down to pick up the scrap of paper - looked at it - and then shut the door. (Shit! I was never gonna get fucked!) In frustration, I grabbed my Ty Fox dildo, greased it up with my favorite mix of Crisco and J-Lube and shoved it in my hungry fuckhole. About twenty minutes went by, and I heard the knob of his door rattle again. This time he stayed in his room, standing next to the bed with the door half open. The flash of a lighter lit up his face as he lit a cigarette. You could see that he was trying to look nonchalant, standing there, smoking and watching the porn from his own TV. His eyes would look my way from time to time, and I would try to lay at an angle where he could see the huge dildo stretching my horny hole. His free hand dropped down and started stroking his cock under the tattered towel. I pulled the dildo out, and massaged the inside of my burning hole with my right hand, miming the words "F-U-C-K M-E" in his direction. Finally, the towel dropped, revealing an enormous cock encircled by a heavy chrome cockring. I jerked my head back, motioning him to come across the hall. He timidly looked both ways down the hall, then grabbed his towel and key, and came over to my room, shutting his door - and then the door to my room. "Fuck, man - you got a huge cock!" I said, sitting up and cupping his heavy, shaved balls in my lubeslick hand. "Was that your note?" he asked calmly. "Yeah, man. I need to get fucked - bad!" "Yeah - I can tell," he smiled, reaching down and grabbing the greasy Ty Fox. The chems had removed all my inhibitions by now, and I didn't hesitate to take his stiff meat into my mouth and get it slobbery wet with my spit. "Mmmmmmmm - - - - - yeaaaaahhhhhh," he moaned, pushing his hips forward. "I fuck raw," he almost whispered, while I gagged on the thick cock. "That's how I like it," I answered, taking my mouth off him, and smearing his cock with the excess lube on my hands. "I'm poz," he countered, sounding nervous that I would turn him down. "Even better!" I stared into his eyes - and then laid back on the bed, pulling my knees back toward my shoulders and exposing my purplish fuck slot. He knelt on the edge of the cheap foam rubber mattress, letting the head of his cock dip in and out of my puckered sphincter. "Fuck me, man! Fuck my hole! Tear my fuckin' ass up with that big cock!" I begged, looking into his eyes with the unblinking stare of a spun tweaker - my jaws grinding uncontrollably from the multiple chems. He leaned forward, sinking inch after thick inch of his fucktool inside my burning, slutty hole. "Damn! he smiled. "Your ass is awesome!" finally bottoming out, and grinding his pubic stubble against my firm asscheeks. He wasn't as big as Ty Fox, but he sure as hell filled my hole from side to side! I pushed back toward him to signal my approval. "Damn, I love big dick!" I said, half to him - half to myself, as I watched him fuck me in the mirrrored reflection on the ceiling. He was really enjoying himself now - pulling all the way out - then corkscrewing back in - hitting all the right spots in my hole. "Ya like that big dick, huh, fucker? he panted. "Like gettin' that hole bred?" "Fuck, yeah. Breed my fuckin' hole, dude!" I egged him on. "Gimme your poz load!" After about thirty minutes of good, solid fucking, he pulled out and stood up. "Get on your knees and put that harness on," he ordered, pointing to the black leather harness on the bed. I quickly flipped over to my knees and slid the harness over my head, pulling it snug and snapping the loose ends together. Before he could object, I also grabbed the glass pipe and held the torch under it long enough to vaporize the leftover drug in the bowl. While I was holding the smoke in my lungs, I offered the pipe to him, thinking he would turn it down. To my surprise, he took the pipe and torch and did a powerful-sized hit himself. When we had both exhaled the thick white clouds, he used the harness to pull me closer to him, and forced his thick tongue into my mouth. The combination of X and T and this hot man's tongue in my mouth drove me wild! I moaned like crazy while our tongues entwined, and his fingers probed my loose hole. At the same time, I was reaching around and stroking his rock hard meat, making sure that the fucking wasn't over. He evidently got my message, 'cause his tongue withdrew, and he forced me down on my hands and knees. I looked to my right, just in time to see him spit on my hole and start slapping his stiff cock back and forth on my asscheeks. I reached around, pulling my cheeks apart and pushing my puckered hole out. He grabbed the bottle of J-lube and held it high, letting a long stream of the gooey fucklube flow into my open hole and onto his dick. He leaned forward, sinking into me in one movement, moaning, "Oh, FUCK!!!!" After a few slow in and out plunges, I felt his right hand grab the metal ring on the back of my harness. This gave him the leverage he needed to start powerfucking my slutty chemhole. He fucked like a wildman, thrusting deep every time. The slap, slap, slap of his muscular thighs hitting my slick asscheeks echoed in the dark room, punctuated by the grunts of two pigs in heat! "Fuck! Oh! Fuck, yeah! Fuck! Uh-huh! Yeah! Fuck it! Fuck!" I rambled, fully enjoying the rough assault on my hungry pighole. One final thrust, and I felt him stiffen, shuddering, as he shot spurt after spurt of poz cum deep into my guts! "Take - my - fuckin' - load! - - - - Breed - your - fuckin' - hole!" he panted, pushing his cock in as deep as possible. When he finally caught his breath, he leaned forward, laying his sweaty chest and abs on my equally sweaty back. "That was fuckin' great...." he mumbled into my ear. "Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm...." I moaned back. His dick started to soften, and slid out of me with a loud 'plop' followed by a nasty fuckfart. He rolled off of me and onto his back, and I quickly turned around and sucked the remaining cum off his shrinking cock. When I had cleaned him off, he pulled me toward him and shoved his tongue in my mouth again, tasting the mixture of his own cum and the juice from my hole. When we pulled apart, he stared at the ceiling and mumbled, "That was sooooo fucking hot..." "You gonna be here for awhile?" he asked, sitting up and rubbing my chest. "Yeah - probably." I answered. "Partyin' just makes me want more," I said, reaching over and squeezing his still ample cock. "Well - I'm gonna go take a shower, an' see if I can catch up with my dealer. He was here earlier, an' I need to buy some - uh - 'supplies' before he leaves," he winked toward the glass pipe. He stood up ( a little wobbly) and grabbed his towel and keys. Out the door he went. I scooped some of the thick, white, toxic cum from my well-used hole and slowly sucked it off my fingers, reliving the last hour in my chemfuck dreams. Found out later that we had the same dealer, and he had sorta pushed the two of us together. FFuckin' sweet! Oh - - - and Ryan (the guy who fucked me) is a bartender at one of the local gay bars. I get free drinks everytime he's tending bar:cool:

(I'm reposting some things from another site - they may be better appreciated here! Enjoy....) It was a weeknight, and I knew there probably wouldn't be much action, but I was horny as hell and had just scored some "T." So, off I headed for my favorite Dallas bathhouse. No problem getting a room - there were only five cars in the parking lot... Once I got checked in, I went through my regular routine of laying out my toys, smoking from the glass cock, and heading for the bathroom for a little touch-up cleanout (I'd already done a real thorough douching at home!). Got back to my room and did a hefty booty bump, and then proceeded to slide my cock and balls into a heavy chrome cockring and cinch a 2" leather ballstretcher around my shaved balls. When the "T" started to kick in, I did another hit off the glass cock and smeared some warm j-lube on my horny hole - laid back and slid a Jeff Stryker dildo in and smoked a cigarette. (For pigs like me, the Jeff Stryker doesn't provide much of a stretch, but I do like the texture and curve that it has. And it feels good in your hole while you're doin' other things...) The porn playing on the TV was pretty hot that night - they'd started getting a lot of bareback and fisting videos (due to requests from guys like me!), and this really got my ass twitchin'! Anything with Jesse O'Toole, Titpig, Dawson or Cory Jay gets my motor runnin'! I eventually opened my door, and laid back hoping to catch an interested fucker walking the halls. For at least four hours, I played with my hole and partied with not a soul walking by. I had worked up to my "BAM" dildo by this time, and had been able to swallow it all the way to the balls in my chem-fueled, hungry hole. With no action, I decided it was time to take a walk around and see if there was anyone else in the place. I snapped on a leather jock and a couple of leather armbands. (The jock has a hole to slide your cock and balls through, then a leather snap-on codpiece and a leather strap that goes up the crack of your ass. Definitely grabs your attention! Plus it feels great!) I replaced BAM with a more manageable "nameless" dildo, and the leather strap from the jock was positioned to keep it from sliding out. One more mega-hit off the glass cock, and I was ready to go. I checked every hall on the 3rd floor - not a single door was open. So I headed down to the 2nd floor - again, no doors open... I did find a few guys cruising the maze, but they mostly wanted to suck dick. (Don't get me wrong - some of these guys are the best cocksuckers around - but that's not what I was interested in that night. I wanted some heavy assplay!) Down one more floor to the gym area, showers and hot tub - the place was empty! Finally, I walked all the way up to the rooftop deck and took in the warm night air. There was a bearded guy submerged in the hot tub - he smiled and gave me a nod - I nodded back. I took a seat in one of the white plastic chairs off to the side of the hot tub and cocked one leg over the arm of the chair, putting my ass on display. I could tell that my hot tub buddy was curious about the baseball-sized bulge straining against the black leather strap in my ass (the suction cup base and rubber balls of my dildo!). It was dark on the roof, except for the lights from the street, so I decided to put on a little show. I slid the leather ass strap to one side and started to twist the base of the dildo in my sleazy hole. The guy in the hot tub moved closer for a better view as I slid the thick, rubber cock in an out of my sloppy ass. "Fuck! Looks like you could use some help with that, man!" he said, finally realizing what that big knob in my ass was. I crawled out of the chair and sat down on the deck of the hot tub next to him. I put one leg on his tattooed shoulder, giving him great access to the huge piece of rubber dick. "Mmmmmm, nice," he growled as he grabbed the thick base and started working it in and out. "Looks like you're hungry tonight!" he grinned, as he twisted the obscenely thick cock in a circular motion, pulling it almost all the way out and then sliding it back in. "Yes, sir!" I grunted in my deepest Marine recruit voice. He stood up in the tub and climbed up on the bench (in the tub) to reveal a hairy, hunk of a body - and a nice thick, pierced cock. I grabbed the base of the dildo and pulled it out with a slurping pop, and said, "Please fuck me, sir!" as I slathered his cock with the j-lube oozing from my fuckhole. He didn't waste any time sinking his bare cock deep in me. The heat from his cock made my already warm hole burn with sleazy lust! This was no wham-bam fuck - he was takin' his time teasin' my hole with that big dick. After a good while, we heard the door creak open from the stairwell. One of the guys had come up from the maze for a smoke. "Ya wanna go someplace else," he whispered in my ear. "Yeah," I agreed. (Now, I do like to put on a show, but usually after I've been playin' for awhile. And I usually need to be a lot more fucked up!) "Follow me," I said as I grabbed the rubber dick and headed for my room. He grabbed his towel, threw it over his shoulder and followed me down to the third floor, his stiff cock bouncing all the way! When I opened the door, he started to chuckle. "You're a fuckin' pig!" he said as he took in the assortment of dildos, plugs, crisco, lube, rubber sheets, leathers and more. I was so horny and fucked up, I didn't even bother to hide the glass pipe. I just scooped out a big rock from the bag, fired up the pipe and took a long drag of the thick, white smoke. When I couldn't hold it in any longer, I started to exhale. He immediately placed his mouth in front of mine and inhaled - shotgunning the chemsmoke into his own lungs. (I was so glad to see he wasn't against partying!!!) When we were done, he fired up the pipe and we reversed the process. "How 'bout a bump for that hungry hole?" he leared. I responded by handing him the baggy and spreading my asscheeks wide. He wet his middle finger in his mouth, slid it in the bag and pulled it out coated to the first nuckle in white crystal. "Let's see what a hungry pig you are," he said as he pushed the drug-covered finger into my throbbing ass. "Thank you, sir!" I managed to grunt, as I felt the burn of the crystal dissolving inside me. After a minute, he pulled his finger out and made a point of showing me while he slid it into his own, hairy hole. I didn't want him to lose that great hard-on, so I reached into my little black bag, pulled out a pill bottle and handed him a half a Viagra. I took one too, since I hate having a case of "crystal dick," and he might want something up his ass later... While the chems kicked in, we talked. I found out he was from Denver, in Dallas on business. He was through with that, so figured he'd check out the local baths. "Name's Mike," he said. "I'm Jim," I grinned, unsnapping the top of my leather codpiece and reaching in to feel the effects of the Viagra. Mike placed his hand on the thick leather pouch, and squeezed my fattening cock. "Mmmmmm, we ARE gonna have fun!" Before he got any other ideas, I scooped out a ball of crisco, mixed it with a few squirts of j-lube and started smearing it all over his right hand. At the same time, I reached down with my other hand and pulled the leather ass-strap of the jock to one side to fully expose my shaved pucker. My hole was in hyper-sleaze mode now, and I needed it filled!!! I held the squeeze bottle of j-lube above my ass, and Mike cupped his hand with a few fingers spreading my sphincter. His hand acted like a funnel, letting the thick, gooey lube fill my rectum. When I stopped, he started working his fingers deeper into me. "Fuck!" I yelled, my ass pushing against his hairy paw. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore, and I grabbed his forearm just above the wrist, took a deep breath and guided his hand into my hungry, chemmed-up manhole. "Ohhhhhhhh, yeaaaahhhhhhh!" I moaned, as I laid back, grabbing my legs to expose my ass even more. "Fuck yeah, dude!" Mike said excitedly. "You are one nasty pig!" Mike worked my hole like he definitely had some experience fisting. When it was loose enough to begin some punch fisting, he pulled his closed fist out, got up on his knees, and slid his rock hard cock into my slime bucket. "Damn, I love fuckin' a sloppy pig hole!" he said as he dipped his Viagra-stiff meat into my battered rosebud. My hole was making nasty "fuck-fart" noises as he dipped his cock in and out - it just seemed to make him harder! "Take it, pig! Eat my fuckin' dick!" he yelled like a wild man. He started working his fingers in around the base of his cock as he fucked. What I didn't know, was that he had dipped his fingers into the bag of crystal again, and had slowly wiped a chem-circle around the very edge of my sphincter. This man could do whatever he wanted, I was so fucked up and hungry to be filled! When I looked up at the mirror on the ceiling, I realized that he was slowly working his hand in alongside his cock. I'd only seen this in DVDs, but I sure as hell was ready to try it with this fuckstud. I took a deep breath, and as I exhaled, I felt an extreme stretch as his hand slid in next to his fuckmeat. "That-a-boy! Jackin' my cock in your sleazy hole, PIG!" he grunted. My hand reached down between my legs to feel how much was stuffed up my stretched ass. "Fuck! I've always wanted that! Thank you, sir!!!" I panted. As my hand slid back up, I felt my own cock throbbing in response. The combination of the Viagra and the extreme stimulation of my prostate had given me the erection of a lifetime! I unsnapped the rest of the leather codpiece to fully expose my bloated, veiny meat. "Nice cock, man!" Mike said with a familiar longing look in his eyes. "Wanna fuck me?" "Hell, yeah!" I grinned, half sorry to end this part of the scene, but eager to give this hot stud some of the pleasure he'd given me. He slowly slid his cock out first, followed by his worn out fist. He rolled over on his back and started fingering his hole with the lube that was left on his fist, while I prepared the glass cock for another hit. While Mike was smoking, I scooped out the small bit of crystal left in the bag and gave him a decent booty bump! (I like to fist, too!) After a few minutes of playing with his hole, he grabbed my cock with his greasy hand and started smearing it with lube, crisco and juice from his ass. "Glad you got a big dick, 'cause I sure love to get fucked!" he grinned. I could tell the chems were helping him get his sleaze on! I pushed his legs over his head and pressed my "00" gauge PA against his wet hole. "Ya want my poz dick, man?" I teased. "I need it, stud!" he said, staring deep into my eyes. "Fuckin' charge my hole. I need a poz load tonight." I leaned forward, feeling his ass muscle give way, and my thick tool was swallowed in one thrust. "Damn, that feels good," he moaned, as his eyes rolled back in his head. "Nice ass, dude," I growled, as my cock started to remember how good it felt to fuck a warm, raw hole! "You're a great fuck, for a rough, top stud!" I chuckled. "Hey, I never said I was a top," he grinned back. "I just like raw, sleazy, rough, mansex - any way I can get it!" "Especially when it includes partyin' with a hot, nasty pozpig like you!!!" "Sorry, that was the last of the bag that went up your hole. Otherwise, I might be tempted to fist you!" I said as I corkscrewed my cock in HIS hungry hole. "Not a problem, stud. I've got a whole party supply back in my room. In fact, that's what I was down here for - on business..." he smiled. "I'm a dealer back in Denver, and I was making a buy down here. We can get as fuckin' sleazy as you want!" he said, squeezing my cock with his ass. Needless to say, we played for at least another 24 hours. I did end up fisting him, and jacking my cock in his ass. We even managed to fit that doubleheaded dildo that I brought into both of our sleazy holes. Just goes to show: It pays to display your ASSets! (And weeknights at the baths can be lots of fun! And bottoms make the BEST tops!!!)

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!"