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Pete and I had scored some favors for this weekend, so we packed up our duffle bags and headed for the baths on Friday night. We got there around 9, so we had plenty of time to get our parTy on before the bar crowd started arriving. We had both done a thorough, deep cleanout before leaving home (plus we hadn't eaten for 24 hours!), so we were ready for some heavy duty assplay! We dropped some X and smoked some T, and then started playin' with each other's holes. The "club music" pounding through the halls of the bathhouse, and the occasional sounds of rough sex from the surrounding rooms helped us to get into our favorite sleaze mood! After several rounds of the glass cock, we were definitely in need of some hard cock - and believe it or not, it was already 2 am!!! (Time flies when you're havin' FFun - and high!) We could hear the door buzzer downstairs letting new people in, so we were eagerly anticipating getting our fuckholes filled. I went out to the chalkboard by the 3rd floor bathroom and printed "2 PNPigs - BB Only! #312." Then I went back to our room, where we gave each other a hefty booty bump. We opened the door - and waited. It wasn't long before we had two young, muscle twinks fucking us and shooting thick loads of cum deep in our hungry holes. When they were done, they got up, wrapped their towels around their waists, and left. Next up were two Latino studs with big, thick, uncut cocks. "You guys fuck raw?" one of them asked. "Bareback only!" Pete insisted, as he pushed some of his previous fucker's cum out of his hole. The two guys smiled, came in, and sank their fat pieces of meat in our well-lubed holes. When they were done shooting, Pete and I eagerly cleaned off their tools with our mouths, including the loose foreskin covering the fat heads. (Damn, I love the taste of my ass on a fat cock!) Smoke! Booty bump! Open door! Next were two leather, muscle bears in harnesses, boots, chaps and leather codpieces. They walked in, shut the door, and snapped off their codpieces to reveal perfectly matched, pierced, beercan thick, cocks!!! Pete and I sat up and each took one in our mouths. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the one that Pete was sucking pull out a glass pipe from his leather vest. He heated up the bowl with his torch and took a deep drag of the thick, white smoke. I took my mouth off the fat cock that I was sucking, long enough to say, "Fuck yeah, Daddy!!!" He lit it again and handed it to his younger buddy, who filled his lungs with chemsmoke. Pete pulled on his leather Daddy's balls, while he shoved the fat, pierced meat down his throat. "Fuuuccckkkkk!" the leather stud growled. "On your knees, boy," he ordered. Pete and I both got on our hands and knees, exposing our hungry fuckholes for some serious fucking. The two leather studs took turns fucking our asses and mouths for a good 30 minutes (along with a few more tokes on the glass cock...) The feel of those 00 gauge PAs slidin' across our prostates, and the nice stretch from their thick meat (combined with the X and T!) was fuckin' incredible! They finally shot nice, thick loads in our holes, and continued to fuck their cum deep inside us!!! Then, to our surprise, they both got down and greedily sucked the cum out of our fuckslots!!! When they were satisfied, they stood up and traded cum in a deep, sloppy, bear kiss. While they were stuffing their slimy cocks back into their codpieces, I noticed the older stud eyeing our assortment of XXXLarge dildos. "Looks like you guys are into some serious assplay?" he grinned. "You got that right," I said, lubing up our Ty Fox dildo and easily sliding it in Pete's sloppy hole. "Us, too!" he smiled, bending his buddy over and sliding 3-4 fingers in his hairy, muscle hole. "We're gonna go parTy some more, but we'll be back to get our holes stretched! You guys are FFun!!!" he said while licking his buddy's butt juice off his fingers. Smoke! Booty bump! Open door! "Man, I love playin' with versatile guys like us," Pete said, greasing up our Kris Lord dildo and ramming it in my chemhungry pighole. "Fuck yeah!" I moaned, as I leaned over and chewed on his pierced nipples. The next few loads became a blur, as the parTy favors really kicked in. All we knew was that we needed more and more cock! At some point, we looked up, and there were two "wide receiver-sized" Black studs standing in the doorway. A little goofy from the chems, Pete piped up and said, "Hope you guys have some big, fat cocks, 'cause we sure need to get fucked!" The door closed and the towels dropped to reveal two enormously thick, veiny, pierced cocks. Pete and I grabbed our ankles, pulled them back to our heads, and pushed our battered holes open for our two new fuckers. "Damn! Your message wasn't kiddin' about you bein' a coupla pigs!" one of the guys said, referring to my message on the chalkboard. They wasted no time in sinking their thick, fucktools into our slutty jizzholes. "Damn! I never had my cock slide in so easy!" the one with the pierced nipples said. "You must get fucked a lot." "Every chance I get," I panted, as he ground his monstercock as deep as it would go. "Hey, James - how's that dude's ass?" my fucker casually asked his buddy. "Sweet, man. Most guys scream when I deep dick 'em like this. But this dude just keeps on grinnin'," James said, as he through his entire bodyweight into fucking Pete. "Oh -- Fuck -- Oh -- Fuck -- Oh -- Fuck!" I heard Pete chanting in rhythm with James' deep thrusts. Between their muscular legs, big muscular bodies and huge cocks, these RAMstuds powerfucked our greedy holes into ecstasy!!! When they finally came, it seemed like they were unloading a quart of cum in each of us - and they just kept pumping - and pumping - and pumping! When they finally pulled their cocks out with a loud "ploplplplpllp," my ass felt full and empty at the same time... "Give us a while to recharge, and we'll be back for more!" the guy with the nipple rings grinned, as he wrapped his towel around his muscular waist. "Yeah, that's some of the best ass I've ever fucked!" his buddy winked. When they opened the door to leave, our two leather buddies were standing outside. They stared, open mouthed, as the two hung, black athletes squeezed out into the hallway. "You lucky fuckers!" the younger leather bear smiled. "Everybody in the place has been after those two studs since they walked in." The leather guys walked in and closed the door. "Looks like you guys could use a "pick-me-up," the leather Daddy said, as he loaded a good-sized rock in his glass pipe, and fired it up for us. "Thanks, man," I said after I had inhaled a huge white cloud deep into my lungs. "That was one incredible fuck," I said dreamily, noticing that his goateed face was between my legs, sucking out the cumpilation of loads since we'd last seen them. "Mmmmm-Hmmmmm!" he managed to acknowledge as his tongue dug deep into my spunkhole. His buddy/son/slave was between Pete's legs doing the same. More smoke! More booty bump! Lots of assplay between the four of us. These guys weren't kidding when they said they were into heavy assplay. Pete and I put on the leathers we'd brought with us, partied some more, and then got down to the business of workin' our new buddies' holes. Fortunately, they were as much in to catching as they were pitching. Four hungry pigholes definitely got a workout! And with a little Viagra, I think each of us got a turn at fucking the other three's fuckholes! "Damn, I'm glad you boys like to fuck," leather Daddy said, as Pete drilled him with his chem-assisted hardon. "I get tired of bein' the only top around, and I sure love a big dick in my hole after I've been parTyin'," he grinned. "Hey babe, let 'im have some of your cock for awhile," Pete winked, as I pulled my wet 8 incher outta slaveboi's hungry ass. I have to admit, when I'm fucked up, turned on and full of Viagra, I do have a damn thick cock - with a 00 guage PA!!! "How's this feel, fucker?!?!" I growled, sinking my fat cock into his gaping rosebud. "Fuuuuccckkkkk! Now that's what I'm talkin' about! Fuck my hungry pighole, stud!" he yelled. When I looked over, Pete was on top of slaveboi's stiff cock, ridin' like a buckin' bronco. "Pigs fuckin' rule!!!" he yelled, waving his fist in the air. Eventually, hungry for more cock, we opened the door, and our Black studs were waiting outside for another fuck - only now there were four pigs to service!!! One of them left, but came back in about five minutes with two other, equally hot and thickly hung fuckers! Each of us was rewarded with a mindblowing asspounding, ending with a buttload of thick, hot cummmm! Boy, am I glad I put that message on the chalkboard! It definitely paid off this weekend!!!

I was still high from a party I went to on Friday night, so I packed up my bag and headed to the bathhouse on Saturday around noon. Figured, even if there wasn't any action, I could get some sun on the roof deck. Checked into my room and got comfortable - fired up the glass pipe - blew some clouds - went to the bathroom with my douche bulb to make sure I was clean (even though I'd done a thorough cleanout before the party - and hadn't eaten anything since). Went back to the room. Popped a tab of X. Blew some more clouds. I was still wearing the heavy chrome cockring from the night before, but my dick was showing the effects of Miss Tina. Dug around in my bag, and found the pill bottle with the Viagra. Took a half pill. Kicked back and smoked a cigarette and gooned to the porn on the TV. Dug through my bag and found my 2" neoprene ballstretcher and pulled my balls through it. (Some guys don't like all this shit on their cock and balls - but I look at mine as 'equipment' - and anything I can do to draw attention to it is a bonus!) Enough of this shit. Time to walk around and see who's here. I snapped on my leather jock/codpiece and headed out the door. It was pretty quiet on the third floor. As I passed by the closed doors, I heard the occasional loud snoring from some guys sleeping off the previous night's excess. As I got toward the back of the floor, I saw the door open to the corner room. (I mention this, because the corner rooms are larger - usually with a double bed - and are usually rented by couple, or guys who want lots of company....) I slowed down, so I could get a look inside without actually stopping. The lights were off, but from the flickering of the TV, I could make out one guy on the bed - propped up on a pillow - smoking a cigarette, and staring blankly at the TV screen. I could tell he was trying not to look like he saw me, but his eyes shifted a couple of times toward the door opening. I continued on, checking out the rest of the closed doors, and fantasizing about what kind of trouble I might get into with the corner room guy. On my next circuit around, I was bolder - actually stopping in the doorway and staring at him. He had a nice body, probably mid-twenties, short blonde hair, clean-shaven, and I noticed four or five good-sized dildoes on the bed next to him. He had his towel draped over his cock, so I couldn't make a judgment on that score - - - yet. He finally turned his head and acknowledged me with a nod. I stepped a little ways into the room and said, "Hey man. Want some company?" He waved his cigarette, motioning me into the room. I sat down on the edge of he bed, introduced myself, and found out his name was Tyler. He and his boyfriend had checked in the night before, but around 5 am, the BF had left to go party with some friends at the 'other' bathhouse down the street. "So - you guys play around?" I asked, pulling my pack of smokes out of my jock waist band and lighting up. "Yeah - he gets kinda crazy when he parties - guess I do, too - but more guys are after him, 'cause he's got a real big dick..." Tyler said, lazily fondling his crotch under the ratty, white towel. "So - uh - I guess you like to get fucked?" I kept the conversation going. "Yeah - pretty much - 'specially when I party." "Yeah - I know what you mean," I answered. "Whatchu party with?" I asked. "T... G... X... K... - those are the main ones, I guess," he answered, propping himself up a little on the two poor excuses for pillows. "Man, I love 'T', " I said, letting him know I was cool with it. "Mind if I go get my shit, an' we can party together?" I asked. "Cool," he nodded, actually looking at me for the first time. "Just leave the door open." he added. I got up and headed back to my room, glad that I'd made some sorta connection. Out of habit, I checked to see if there were any open doors on the way back to the room. Nothing. I grabbed my pipe, a bag of t, lighter, j-lube, coupla dildoes, leather harness and armbands - threw it all in a black nylon gym bag, and headed back to Tyler's room. He was laying right where I left him - staring at the TV on the wooden platform - smoking another cigarette. I walked in and shut the door. He seemed a little surprised that I'd brought a whole bag o' shit. "Don't worry - I'm not movin' in - just thought I'd bring summa my stuff in case we wanted to play..." I explained. I pulled out my glass pipe and lighter and fired it up to get things going. He instinctively reached for his own and did the same. "You ever booty bump?" I asked. "Hell, yeah," he grinned, finally pulling off the tattered towel, and revealing his shrunken tina dick. He was wearing a leather cock-and-ball stretcher, chrome cockring, and had a 2 gauge PA through the head of his cock. (I love seein' a wasted party cock on a hot man - means he's fuckin' spun and needs to get his hole stretched - - - BAD!!!) I licked my little finger and slid it in the bag of t, pulling out a nice bump for my new friend. Tyler licked his lips and pulled his legs back exposing his shaved ass. "Push it out, pig," I ordered. I saw the pucker start to open as he controlled his breathing. When I could see the pink insides of his hole, I slid my finger in, feeling the warm folds of his rectum. "Ohhhhh yeeaaaahhhhhh!" Tyler moaned. "Fuckin' burn my hole up, man!" he said, throwing his head back and grinding his jaws together. I slowly traced the inside of his guts with my finger, making sure that the crystal was well distributed, and testing to see how easily he would open up. When I finally pulled my finger out, I first held it up to my nose to check for any hint of shit (I'm not into scat, guys). It passed the smell test, so I stuck it in my mouth and licked it clean. "Mmmmmm! Sweet hole, man!" I complimented him. "Tastes like you got some cum up there..." "Yeah - I guess I been fucked four or five times tonite," he admitted nonchalantly. "Cool!" I answered. "So, you like raw dick?" I asked. "Yeah - rubbers fuckin' give my hole a rash, man," he replied. "Plus, I like feelin' it run outta my ass," he said, smiling. (Mmmm - jackpot!!!) I squirted some j-lube on my fingers and inserted two in Tyler's hole. He raised his ass to meet me, signaling that he wanted to play. "God, that feels good!" Tyler raised his head up, staring at me. I was slowly twisting my fingers in his warm hole, alternating between two and three, and keeping him well-lubed. "Fuck! That's awesome, man!" he grinned, playing with his nipples. "Hey - wait a minute," he made me pause. He dug around and found a pill bottle, pulled out a little pink one, and downed it with some water. "What was that?" I asked. "X," he answered. "Haven't had any since we first got here - this'll really get me goin'!" he grinned again, flicking his tits with the tips of his thumbs. (Okay - we're in it for the long haul.... ) I played with his hole for what seemed like an hour, taking turns between my hands and a few medium-sized dildoes. We took a brief break for him to smoke some more t and we both had a cigarette (I skipped the t 'cause I wanted to fuck this hot ass!) "Man - you really know how to work my hole!" Tyler said, finding a pair of titclamps and attaching them to his hard nipples. "Ger hardly ever plays with my ass," he said, speaking of his boyfriend, Gerhardt. "He just wants to stick it in an' start fucking." "It's like you know what my ass needs," he said, stretching his legs and tugging on the chain attached to the titclamps. "Takes a good bottom to know how to play with your ass," I answered. "Trust me - I've had years of experience!" On our next break, Tyler sat up, crosslegged and groped my leather crotch. "So - wutcha got packed in there, Daddy?" he said, his eyes darting between my face and my crotch. "Open it 'n' see," I teased, leaning back against the black-painted wall. Slowly, he unsnapped the codpiece, tentatively reaching in and squeezing my semihard meat. "Pop! Pop!" went the two side snaps, and the codpiece lay on the thin, white sheets. "Fuck yeah, Daddy!!!" Tyler hissed, his eyes unable to move from my growing package. The Viagra was definitely doing its job - along with the restraint from smoking more t, and the thought of getting to fuck the young stud's tina hole! Tyler ran his hands along the shaft, tugged on the PA, gripped my cinched balls - just like a kid with a new toy! "Fuck, that's hot!" he said, encircling my cock and balls at the base and pulling my 'equipment' toward him. "God, I need to get fucked!" he said, staring directly into my eyes. I put one hand on the back of his head, and pulled his head down to my crotch. He caught on quickly, and soon my cock was buried deep in his warm mouth. "Mmmmm-hmmmm!" he moaned, swirling his tongue under the ridge of my cockhead, and forcing the PA to slide back and forth through the pierced flesh. "Good boy!" I growled. "Suck your daddy's fuckin' dick." A garbled 'Yes Sir' came from his throat. I could tell the chems were really kickin' in for him, as he turned into more and more of the bottom fuckwhore I wanted. Every now and then, he would come up for air, tears welling up in his deep blue eyes from gagging on my thick cock, but still begging for some sign of approval from his newfound Daddy. I shoved four fingers in his mouth, so he could taste his ass, and know who owned him for this moment. "Whaddaya want, pig?" I snarled at him. He just looked down at my rigid meat. "Ya want your Daddy to fuck ya? Ya want my big cock in your slimy, used cunt? Fuckin' tina whore! Fuckin' whorin' your ass out while your boyfriend's fuckin' some other cheap cunt across the street? How bad you want it, boy? Say it! Beg for my fuckin' cock, slut!" "Please, sir!" he panted. "Please.... I need your cock in my hole, bad! I need your Daddy cock, Sir! Please fuck me! Use my fuckin' hole! So fuckin' hungry! Need it bad!" he chattered away, tugging on my balls all the while. "Get on your fuckin' hands an' knees, boy!" I ordered, slapping his stubbled cheek with my spit-covered hand. He quickly turned around on the bed, pointing his bubble ass in my direction. While he wasn't looking, I quickly reached in my bag and pulled out the leather harness and armbands, and put them on. Then I dipped my finger in the plastic baggie of t and pushed it in his gaping hole. "Oh fuck!" Tyler moaned, realizing what I had just done. "Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, Sir! I wanna be your fuckin' chemwhore! Fuck my cunt with your big cock, Daddy! Fuck your boy's tinahole!!!" he rambled on in typical chemchatter. My dick did look damn good! Since I'm the one who's usually so fuckin' high on tina, I'd forgotten how nice a piece of meat I had! I knee-walked forward toward Tyler's gyrating ass, and slid my cock up and down between his muscled asscheeks. "Fuck!" was all he could muster. I slapped my dick on each cheek a coupla times to let him know what was coming. "Open up, boy!" I growled. "Show me that fuckin' hole! Show me how hungry that tina's gotcha! Show me how much you want my big dick!" With a combination of relaxing and pushing, his pucker started to open. I bent down and shoved my tongue in, and ate his fucking ass. It tasted like cum and lube - - - and the bitter taste of meth! Fuckin' sexy chemwhore, cunt! I positioned my PA inside the open pucker, and slowly leaned forward, watching as his fuckhole swallowed my fucktool. "Fuck, yes....fuck, yes....fuck, yes......fuck, yes - - - uh-huh - - -yeah - - - uh-huh," Tyler chanted into the pillow in front of him as I drilled his hole. The X made my cock tingle a little, and I'd had just emough t to keep me from cumming right away. I put both hands on Tyler's broad shoulders for leverage, and powerfucked his muscle butt for a good 15-20 minutes. "Fuck, man!" I said, panting. "I gotta take a break." We were both sweating (part from the exertion, and part from the drugs) like pigs. "Ya wanna go get some water," Tyler asked, holding up an empty plastic bottle. "Yeah, sure," I agreed, grabbing my own bottle out of my bag. We headed out the door into the cool hallway - him totally naked, and me in my harness and jock w/out the codpiece. My cock was still hangin' thick, and glistening with the lube from his ass. We turned a few heads on the way to the water fountain, so the crowd seemed to be picking up! We took turns slurping from the fountain several times, and finally filled our water bottles. On our way back to his room, I slid two fingers inside Tyler's ass, giving him a deep fingerfuck all the way back to the room. One, hot, musclefucker standing in one of the doorways gave us a long look, and gave me a nod of approval as we walked by. While Tyler fiddled with the key in the lock, I pulled my fingers out and sucked on them (facing the hairy, muscleguy). I got a big grin out of his serious face!

After Pete caught his breath, he said he was gonna go shower and look for our leather buddies from last night. I decided to stay in the room. After a good hit on the glass cock and a medium booty bump, I reached for a pair of tit clamps and attached them to my pierced tits. The "X" makes my tits even more sensitive than usual, so now I was in pig heaven! Plus, the chrome chain looked hot as hell hangin' across my tanned, pumped pecs! I also grabbed one of the syringes we had filled with J-lube and injected about half of it in my fuckhole. The "club music" pounding through the hallways added to the hot sleaziness of being in a building devoted to hot, anonymous, man-to-man sex. My hole was hungry to be filled - NOW! All this was really getting me turned on (not to mention the bareback fuck video on the TV, and the mirrors reflecting everything in the room), so I put on my leather harness, armbands and biker's cap, and opened the door. I laid back on the bed and started working our Jeff Stryker dildo in and out of my slimy hole. The chems were really starting to kick in, and I was havin' a great time watching my image on the mirrored ceiling when I saw the reflection of someone standing next to the bed. It was the guy from the shower, this time fully decked out in leather chaps, leather harness, red & black leather armbands and a black leather jock with a red stripe running down the center. "So, where's your boyfriend?" he asked, looking around at the display of dildos, asstoys, Crisco, lube, chrome and leather. "Uh, he went looking for some dudes we played with last night," I stammered, sitting up and feeling the whole length of the Stryker dildo push deep inside my fuck chute. "Want some company 'til he gets back?" he said, pushing the door closed behind him. "Sure!" I said, leaning back and letting the rubber cock slide part way out of my hungry hole. He said his name was Mark, as he knelt down between my legs and stuck his right hand into the can of Crisco beside me, while using his left hand to slide the dildo deep in my hole. "So, are you the two Hungry PNPigs on the chalkboard?" he grinned, removing the dildo and sliding two, then three fingers into my scalding fuckslot. "Fuuuccckkkkk! You got our number, man!" I moaned, spreading my legs wider and pushing back toward him. A fourth finger slid in, and I could feel him twisting his palm in a circular motion, opening my hole and lubing it with the mixture of Crisco and J-lube. With his free hand, I saw him unsnap the codpiece of the jock. As he pulled it off, his thick, uncut cock swung down between his legs. He was wearing a thick leather cockring with chrome studs and a black neoprene ballstretcher - his cock looked even thicker than when I had seen it earlier! I grabbed the squirt bottle of J-lube and let some of it run down my balls to my hole, and then squeezed a generous amount into his open palm. This guy was so hot, and the chems were doin' their thing - my hole was in hyperdrive! "Oh man! I need your fist, sir! Stretch my hole, please! Fuck it! Punch it! I'm so fuckin' hungry!" I moaned, as I was squirming in the pool of lube on the bed. I grabbed the chain attached to the tit clamps and tugged-released-tugged-released-tugged-released. That just made me crazier to have this hot, leather stud fist my chem-fueled hungry hole! I reached down between my legs with both hands, grabbed his hand, pressing his thumb in toward his palm - took a deep breath, and as I exhaled I pulled his fist inside my fuckhole. "Ohhhhhh ffuuuuccckkkkk!" I yelled."Damn, that feels good!" I grinned, bucking up and down on his arm. "You ARE a fucking PIG!" he growled, smiling and shaking his head at the same time. "You like that fist in your fuckin' pighole? Huh? Huh? You like gettin' that hungry butt fed, boy? Oh yeah - let's give it a nice stretch!" he said as he twisted his hand on the way out and then corkscrewed it back in. The more he fisted me, the more relaxed I got. I was in FFistPIG heaven! I don't know how much time passed, but the next time I focused, Pete and our two leather buddies were on the bed watching my hole get punch fucked by my shower buddy, Mark. Pete had loaded up the glass pipe with a large rock and was passing it around for everyone in the room. As each of the guys took a hit, they shotgunned the leftover smoke into my mouth and lungs. Mark slowly pulled his clenched fist out of my hole, followed by a loud slurping sound. "Fuckin' pig!" Pete snarled. "I wanna see you fuck 'im with that big dick," Pete nodded toward Mark's now rock hard meat. The foreskin still covered about half the head, and a string of precum hung from his piss slit down to the bed. "Raw?!" Mark smiled. "Breed his fuckin' sluthole!" Pete growled (he knew that kind of degradation would turn me on even more...). "He's been nuthin' but a fuckin' cumdump this weekend. Anybody who could get their dick hard has been in that sleazy hole!" Our two leather buddies positioned themselves on either side of me, each grabbing an ankle and pulling my legs back over my head. Mark didn't need any more encouragement. He inched forward on the bed until his cock was cradled in the crack of my ass. Pete stuck his finger in the baggie, pulled it out covered in white powder, and then ran it around the edge of my puckered rosebud. It burned a little, but I knew it would make for a great FUCK! Mark slapped his heavy meat on my partly open hole until I couldn't take it anymore. "Please, fuck me! I need your cock, sir! Please shoot your load in my hole!! I'm so fuckin' hungry!!!!" I rattled in a frenzied string of sleazetalk. With that, he pressed the head in with his hand, and then let his body weight drive the rest in until I felt the studs from the cockring touch my hole. Pete spit twice on my ass for some additional lube, and then Mark started fucking. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! God, you're huge! Feels so fuckin' good! Fuck me! Fuck my hole!" I panted as he pounded in and out, his cinched up balls slapping against my sweaty ass. Looking up in the mirror, I could see his lubeslick, veiny cock each time it pulled out and slid back in. Pete and our other two buddies started up a chant - "Fuck 'im! Fuck 'im! Fuck 'im!" I could just imagine a crowd outside the door listening to the hot man-to-man fuck sounds coming from our room. After about ten minutes, Mark's body stiffened and I could feel him shudder as he shot load after load of thick cum in my greasy pighole! "Aaaaaaaagggghhhhhhh! Uh! Uhh! Uhhh!" he yelled. I could feel his thick cock pulse as the last drops of cum oozed out. As much as I didn't want him to pull out, I could feel his softening dick starting to slide out of my well-stretched hole. It finally slipped out with a loud slurp! Pete, my partner in crime, was quick to latch onto it with his mouth and suck the last remaining drops of cum out, and clean off the sleazy remains from my well-fucked ass. Our two other leather buddies slowly lowered my legs, and the younger one (Cliff) quickly got between my legs to eat my cum-filled ass. Still horny from the chems, I wrapped my legs around his neck so he could get his bearded face in as deep as possible. For the next thirty minutes, the five of us lay in a pile on the bed, sucking, licking, fingering, dildo-fucking, smoking, bumping - generally playing like a bunch of nasty pigs! If any of you have mixed X and T, you know it makes every inch of your body a sex organ! Throw in five XXX-tra hot, horny men in leather --- well, you get the point! But - we weren't done yet.

After Pete and I got home from our bathhouse marathon (Sunday afternoon), we jumped in the hot tub to relax and unwind. Problem was, we were so horny from the chems, that we just kept playin'! I laid on the pool deck with my ass at the edge of the hot tub, while Pete royally worked my hole over with his tongue and mouth. I could tell by his moans when he was able to suck out some of the multiple loads that had been shot in me over the last day and a half. When he got tired, he climbed out of the hot tub, squatted over my face and opened his ass right over my mouth. A steady stream of cum ran straight into my mouth. When the flow started to slow, my mouth covered his battered rosebud and hungrily sucked out the remaining drops of anonymous jizz. "Mmmmmm-mmmmmph, mmmmm-mmmmmph," I moaned, while Pete ground his ass obscenely, begging for more. "Fuck, I need some more cock!" I grinned, licking my lips. "Yeah, this shit's really got me goin' this weekend," Pete agreed, as he bent down to stick his cum-covered goatee against mine for a deep snowball kiss. Just about then, the phone rang. It was one of our leather buddies from the night before. He and his BF were still tweakin' and wanted to know if we were up for some more play. We generally don't bring strangers home, so we agreed to meet back at Midtowne and continue the parTy! I repacked our bags of toys, leathers, and supplies, while Pete raided our stash of party favors and mixed up some fresh J-lube. We were back at the baths within an hour - and fortunately our favorite room had just been cleaned (it's a double room with video, and mirrors on all four walls and ceiling). We started out just like last Friday - a tab of X and some smoke from the glass cock. Since we'd never really started down, it didn't take long for us to be ready to go again. "Hey babe, I'm gonna take the douche bulb and check my hole. I'll be back in 10," I said. "Bring me a bottle of water when you come back - pleeeease?" Pete begged. Of course, I took the opportunity to check out the open doors as I made my way to the shower on our floor. Most were closed - either empty, or guys crashing after a night of hard play. Then there were the lurkers - the ones who hide far back in the room with the light completely off - - - I've had some fun with a few, but some can be down right scary. I passed by a room with two guys who looked to be about on the same parTy level as Pete and me. One was wildy shoving a stainless steel sound in and out of his piss slit while his buddy dildo-fucked his hole. I gave them a thumbs up and a grin as I slowly walked by. When I finally got to the shower, a tall, heavily tattooed stud with a low hanging uncut cock was toweling himself off. "You through?" I asked. "Yeah, it's all yours," he said, giving me the once over as I hung my towel on the hook. I pulled the shower curtain two thirds of the way shut, filled the rubber douche bulb from the shower head and proceeded to spray the warm water into my guts. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that the guy was watching, so I figured I'd give him something to look at. The next time I squirted the bulb up my ass, I bent over pointing my hole directly toward the opening of the curtain. Then I spread my cheeks and let the water spray out - crystal clear! By this time, I noticed that that nice uncut cock was growing into a nice thick piece of fuck meat - not hard, but definitely worth considering. I opened the curtain and grabbed my towel to dry off. "Nice to see a man who takes pride in a clean hole," he grinned, stroking the heavy foreskin back and forth over the mushroom head. "Yeah, my boyfriend loves to eat my ass - but only when it's clean," I teased. "Maybe we'll see you around, later," I patted his shoulder. "I hope so!" he smiled, as I walked back to the room. I passed the chalkboard on the way and wrote: "2 Hungry FFuckPNPigs - Mirrored Room." When I got back the door was closed - unusual - since it was open when I left. Fortunately, we know the manager and he gives us two keys when we get a double room. I quietly unlocked the door, not sure what I'd find inside. There are actually two doors before you get into the room with the bed, etc., so I was able to enter silently. Pete was on his hands and knees, getting fucked by a hot muscled guy with tribal tattoos, shaved head and pierced nipples. In the dim light, I could barely make out what appeared to be an XXL cock accentuated by a heavy chrome cockring and a leather ballstretcher. I guess Pete's fucker saw my reflection in one of the mirrors, 'cause he stopped fucking and stood like a deer in headlights. "Hey man, the door was open an' he said he needed to get fucked," the stud said nervously. "Hey man, you're cool. We both like to get fucked. As long as he goes home with me, no problem!" I grinned, reaching out and giving his fat cock a squeeze. I went about putting my stuff away, and the fucking started up again- slowly. I climbed on the bed and positioned myself with my legs spread in front of Pete. "Hey babe, you need a little smoke?" I whispered in Pete's ear. "Uh-huh," he grunted. I loaded the pipe and held the torch under it until the white vapor started to drift up the tube. Then I held it up to his mouth so he could suck it in. Doug (as I found out his name later) relaxed a bit when he saw this, and started to get back into his earlier fuck rhythm. I did a hit myself, and then forced Pete's mouth down on my cock. When Pete's high, he can deepthroat like crazy! Even my 00 gauge PA! I held the glass pipe up, offering our new friend a hit. He nodded, so I lit the torch again and held the pipe while he inhaled. Doug was really getting into it now - slammin' his thick cock into Pete's slutty hole, while Pete slobbered all over my veiny dick. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Doug panted. "Shoot it, man! Breed his fuckin' hole! Spray his guts!" I yelled, as Doug thrust his hips harder and harder. "Ffuuuucckkkkkk!!" he yelled, holding Pete's hips while he emptied his load deep inside. When Doug finally pulled out, he and Pete collapsed on the bed. I moved around to where I could fit Doug's softening cock in my mouth and clean off the remaining cum and ass juice. Even soft, it was one damn thick cock! "Nice fuck!" I grinned, licking my lips. "You guys are unbelievable," Doug said, recovering his breathing. "Usually I run into all this jealousy shit with couples - but you guys are so cool about it." "Hey, when we met, we knew we both liked to party - we both liked to get sleazy - and we both really liked to get fucked. We knew what we were getting into. And, like I said, as long as we go home together - fuck all the drama!" I laughed. "Besides, we're at a fucking bathhouse - we're here to get fucked - and get fucked a lot!!!" Doug gathered up his towel and keys, and walked toward the door. "Hope to see you guys again!" he grinned. We both chimed in - "Anytime!" More in the next post - this was only the first hour - and believe it or not, it got better!

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!"

In the past 12 months I have finally shaken off what I saw as my last bastion of "respectability." As a total bottom slut for 20 years and the last 13 of them as a positive cum dump you become increasingly aware of the general disdain tops have for bottom sluts. Sure, they like to fuck you, get dirty with you and use you as their cumdump - but they generally don't want you as a partner, a dinner guest or appreciate the need bottom sluts have for cock and seed. They just don't understand the sheer bliss a bottom slut gets from having a hard cock in them, and as often as they can get it. It takes a special man who wants a slut for his partner, that understands their need for cock and seed, and appreciates that they are generally going to get fucked everytime there is a stiff cock around and their dominant male ownership factor is overcome. The last mental barrier I had was men who were "partnered" or in "open relationships". I am sure many of them have fucked me in venues, at naked sex parties or in beats, but I didn't know as quite often I have been fucked senseless by men who have not even spoken to me. But if I was online prowling for cock, I would skip over ads from tops who were "committed" in "open relationships", "happily partnered" or similar. Towards the middle of last year, I was on BBRTS and this "happily partnered" top hit me up - his cock looked lovely and I was horny (as usual) so I unlocked without really checking his profile. He messages back with "nice arse luv to fuck that" and unlocked his pics as well. When I saw the "happily partnered" bit my conscience kicked in and I said something like I was not really into "married guys". He messaged back that all was cool and his partner knew everything and nothing was a secret - and I kept drooling over his cock pics and my mancunt was twitching so I lost the plot and agreed to go to his place. My first surprise came when his partner, John, opened the door. I felt awkward yet he did not disarmed by my presence. Patrick soon came into the lounge room to meet me, quick introduction and he said "let's go upstairs", taking me by the hand to lead me. I was relieved at that as I did not want the chit chat and kissy kissy talk shit, I just wanted this man to fuck me. He was everything his pictures indicated and in no time we were naked and I was chowing down on his beautiful thick 8" cut cock. Boy could this man fuck! A couple of minutes into the fuck he started to get loud and verbal - which I normally like and reciprocate yet I still felt awkward knowing his partner was sitting downstairs listening to the love of his life fuck the arse off me. Four changes of positions and 20 minutes later he was whitewashing the walls of my arse with his seed. I waited - not knowing where to from here - you get used to men heading for the shower to wash you off their cock, or just getting up an giving you a "thanks" for taking their load. To my surprise he threw my jocks at me and said "put these one and we will go downstairs and have a drink. I obliged (as I do with what most tops tell me to do). He poured me a wine opened a beer and we sat at the dining table where John joined us also with a beer and we had a bit of small talk. As I looked at John I kept thinking how lucky he was to have a wonderful top like Patrick. 20 minutes later Patrick said "ready to go again" ... of course I was, I just nodded. He walked over to where I was sitting and started rubbing his crotch in my face. The slut in me went straight into overdrive as I started gently nibbling on his fattening cock through his underwear. He was rubbing my head when he said "do you mind if John watches and takes some pics of me fucking you - he likes watching me fuck other sluts". At that point I would have said yes to anything - my hole was twitching at the thought of him giving me another pounding. I took my mouth away from his now fully fat cock long enough to nod. Again he took my arm and we went up the stairs with his hand rubbing my arse and his partner following. The pounding was better than the first one, and I got verbal with him telling him how wonderful his cock was, what a great root he was and what a great body he had. At one point he was hammering me missionary and I glanced over at John who was sitting on a chair taking pics and watching his man fuck me. I started nibbling on Patrick's neck, licking his body and started to enjoy putting on a show for his partner - knowing I was giving his man what he didn't - a total slut arse to use for his convenience. After he dropped his wad in me John looked somewhat astonished at how I dutifully got to work cleaning up his cock with my mouth, sucking the last strands of seed out of his slit and polishing his balls and kissing his cock - till he had enough and pulled away. I could tell by the look on his face that the show was over. I had done what he needed me for and he walked over and kissed his partner and said "this is one perfect slut." I somehow found it all erotic and John was busy SMS'ing me the shots he had taken of Patrick fucking me. I left with my arse on fire - I had just had to head to town to go to a backroom as I wanted more before I blew my stack and he had opened me up perfectly. Once my arse is off the chain it is totally connected to my brain and I just have to have cock in me. Since then I have targeted "partnered men" and have had some astonishing fucks. I try to be the "perfect slut" and be everything they fantasise about and won't do with their partners. In fact this afternoon I am headed for a hotel in the city where two guys visiting Sydney want me to be the "other hole" for the top - whose cock pics also look lovely. They want to vid the fucking which is fine with me - I get his husband's seed and he gets to watch how a "perfect slut" operates for his man.

"Room 312 - Room 312 - Check out or renew - Check out or renew," came the voice over the intercom. "Fuck! Is it 6:00 already?" I asked, looking around for my phone. Ryan sat up, trying to shake himself out of his chemhaze. "You're gonna renew, aren't you?" he asked, looking afraid that he was gonna lose his fuckbuddy. "Fuck, yeah! I'm just gettin' started, buddy!" I gave him a quick kiss. "I might as well renew too. They'll be callin' my room shortly," he said, picking up his towel and keys. "Mind if I leave my shit here?" he asked, pointing to his leather bag. "Sure, man. You can't leave yet," I said, as we stood and caressed each other's chests. "Wait, I can't go downstairs like this," Ryan said, looking at his naked reflection in the mirror. "Sure you can," I answered, tossing him a black, cotton jockstrap to meet the rules about no public nudity. I stepped into my leather jock, feeding my cock and balls through the built-in cockring, and snapping the leather codpiece in place. "You sure this is okay?" he asked, adjusting his hefty meat in the cotton/elastic pouch. "Looks fuckin' hot to me," I said, straightening the rear straps so they framed his buttcheeks perfectly. "Besides, it's six in the morning. No one's gonna be here," I grinned. We headed down the two flights to the front desk - two hunky pigs in leather - lost in our own chem-fueled world - insulated from the outside world - in a temple designed to promote anonymous sex between infinite combinations of like-minded men. Trey, one of the regular staff, was working the desk. I always make it a point to get to know the staff. You never know when you may need their help to get you out of a bind. "Hey, stud!" I waved at him through the glass. "We need a coupla renewals," I said as I slid my key under the window. "Hey, man," Trey said with a genuine smile. "I shoulda known that was you up there. We don't get too many requests for that room during the week," he said, looking at me over the tops of his glasses. He pulled the safe deposit box out so I could get my wallet and charge another eight hours for the room. As I signed the credit card slip, Trey leaned forward and whispered through the grill, "Mmmmmmmm - looks like Daddy's gettin' some action!" I just smiled and slid the charge slip back through the window. He slid my key and a fresh towel back through, and I stepped aside for Ryan to renew. Trey gave Ryan the once over with his eyes, approving of what he saw. I'd played with Trey in the past, and we both kinda got into the same things. "Lemme grab a quick shower," I said, heading toward the large communal shower on the first floor. I know we were all dressed in our leathers, but I hadn't showered since arriving, and I was starting to smell a little ripe (even for my taste....). Ryan joined me - both of us slipping off our boots and socks, but leaving the rest of our leather gear on. I love the way a hot shower feels on my skin when I'm on "X." It's like little electrical charges going off all over your body with each spray of water. We helped dry each other off and then sat on the 'locker room-style' benches to put our boots back on. As we headed back up the stairs, the Hispanic guy that I'd seen earlier was heading down. He gave us both a long look, fondling what looked like a damn big dick under his towel. When we got to the landing, Ryan whispered in my ear, "That looks fun." "You read my mind," I whispered back, letting the back of my hand caress his hard nipple. "Hey - let's check out the maze," I motioned Ryan to follow me to the far corner on the second floor. The water from the shower had reconstituted the dried J-lube in my leather codpiece, and my cock felt great sliding around as we walked toward the maze. The Levitra was starting to kick in, and I could feel my fuck equipment filling the leather pouch. I looked back and saw that the black pouch on Ryan's jock was straining, too!!! We walked through the empty maze - Ryan close behind with his hands gripping my waist and his stuffed pouch pressed against my horny crack. Occasionally, I felt his warm, stubbled pecs rubbing against my back and his hot breath on my neck. The chems and the darkness made our bodies super-sensitive to each other, super-hot and super-piggy! When we got to the other end of the maze, I was happy to see that the section that held a sling was open. The flickering light from a XXX video reflected off the chains like some scene out of a porn flick. "God, I need to get fucked," Ryan whispered in my ear - his chin on my shoulder. "You want summa this?" I turned my head back to his, while grabbing his right hand and placing it on my codpiece. He squeezed the pouch, feeling my fully-erect cock for the first time. "Oh, Daddy!!!" he growled, grinding his own hard meat against my ass. Ryan instinctively backed up to the sling, laid back, and pulled his legs up in the air, resting his boots on the front chains. I unsnapped the codpiece, letting my throbbing cock fall out, already slick with lube. My fingers tested his hole and found it was still full of lube from our earlier play. I teased his hole with my PA, letting him get used to the "00" gauge piece of steel piercing the head of my cock. Ryan's hole opened easily, swallowing my thick eight-incher in one thrust. "Fuckin' God, man!!! My ass is on fire! Feels so fuckin' good!" he said in a husky voice, letting the motion of the sling impale himself on my cock. As much as I love getting fucked, the sight (and feel) of my cock breeding the sexy stud in the sling was "X"-ceptional! The Levitra had given me the rock-hard dick of a 20-something, and the reaction I was getting from Ryan made me feel like a horny satyr. The more we fucked, the louder we got; chains rattling, skin slapping on skin, grunts of two rutting pigs in an all-out fuckfest!!!! I don't know how much time passed (guess we were in one of those chem time-warps - - - lol!), but I realized we had attracted a small audience. There was a short, bald, white guy standing to my left; an older, out of shape, white guy with greasy white hair sitting on the bench against the wall; a young black, thug-type stroking an ass-ripper dick to my right ; and....the Hispanic guy we'd seen earlier, standing next to Ryan's head. He had his towel slung over his shoulder, and was wearing a black rubber bikini with the back cut out exposing a beautiful brown, muscular butt. His cock was stuffed horizontally in the skimpy rubber suit, leaving no doubt about its monster size! Ryan was groping the pouch with his left hand, and the Hispanic guy was playing with his nipple. Ryan motioned with his index finger for the guy to come closer. He bent down, and I saw he and Ryan whisper back and forth to each other. The guy straightened up, gave Ryan a thumbs up, and slid past the other bodies out to the hallway. Ryan gave me a 'time-out' signal, and I reluctantly pulled out of his steaming fuckhole. He lowered his legs, pulling himself up and out of the sling. Once standing, he deep-kissed me, and whispered, "Let's go." He threw an arm across my shoulders and we walked out into the bright light of the hallway. Halfway to the stairs, I stopped to re-snap my codpiece in place. (It was hanging by one snap between my ass and balls.) My cock was standing up straight, so I just fastened the two side snaps and let my PA poke out the top. "So - - - what's up?" I asked Ryan, curious to see what he was up to. "That guy we saw on the stairs? The guy in the rubber bikini?" he quizzed. I nodded. "He's into fisting!" Ryan rattled in frantic chemchatter. "I asked him if he wanted to come party with us!" Ryan said, pulling me up the stairs. "Said he was down with that! - - - Didju see the size of his cock? Fuckin' monstermeat, man! Hope that was okay?" Ryan finally said, realizing that he'd invited this guy to come play without even asking me. "Uh - yeah - uh, I'm just catchin' up here," I smiled, giving him a light kiss and groping his firm pouch. "I better go mix up some J-lube, if we're gonna fist. I was gettin' kinda low," I told him. (I always bring some extra J-lube powder to mix more, in case I happen to get real piggy - like tonite!) I opened the door to the room and picked up the supplies, as well as the two empty water bottles. "I'll get us some water, too," I said. "Great! And I'm gonna fix us a little treat!" he said, winking and giving me an evil grin. He picked up his leather bag and went back across to his room across the hall.

It was now getting on toward 4 in the morning, and I heard the keys jingling in the hallway again. It was Ryan from across the hall. He went straight into his room and shut the door. In a few minutes, the door opened, and he was standing next to the bed holding a glass pipe! He stared at me, expressionless, while he waved a torch back and forth under the small bowl until a thick white cloud started to travel up the stem of the pipe. Holding the pipe an inch from his lips, he inhaled deeply. I could see the white column travel from the pipe into his mouth. It was so fuckin' hot watchin' him show off like that! I reached in my bag and fished out a rock and dropped it in the small hole over the bowl of my pipe. When I looked back at him, he was finally exhaling a shitload of white smoke. I repeated the process for him, making sure I took my time heating the bowl and filling the glass tube with a hit. He fingered one of his nipples with one hand and played with his cock with the other while he watched me suck the parTy drug deep into my lungs. I'm not sure what it is, but it's so fuckin' hot parTyin' with another hot guy. Maybe it's the illicitness, or the idea that it's gonna lead to some mind blowing sex, or just the 'badboy' image that some of us crave. And then, of course, there's the actual physical effect of the drug - duh! Ryan moved forward 'til he was filling his door frame, losing some of his earlier inhibitions. He was proudly standing naked in the doorway, stroking his cock to erection, and reveling in the effect of the smoke. I dipped a spit-moistened finger in the bag and pulled out a crystal-covered fingertip (the leftover powder from the bottom of the bag. Spreading my legs, I made a show of sliding my finger deep in my ass, and massaging the drug into the inner lining of my rectum. "Fuck, man," Ryan said in a gravelly voice, as I pulled the finger out of my ass and sucked the juice and any remaining "T" under my tongue. There was a slightly metallic taste to it, so I knew I was getting the full force of the drug into my system. Ryan turned briefly back into his room, but then returned holding his towel, keys and a black leather shaving kit. He shut his door and slowly walked across to my room. "Looks like you were successful," I grinned, nodding toward the leather bag. "Ooohh, yeah," he said, comfortably flopping down on the bed facing me. "So, whadidya get?" I asked. He handed the bag to me to check. "Damn!" I said, after I unzipped the bag. I counted at least eight little bags of "T," about six syringes, and some smaller bags with individual pink pills in them. I pulled one out and held it up with a questioning look on my face. "X," he answered. "I already took one, so it should be kickin' in any time now. "And these?" I held up one of the syringes. "Yeah. I like to slam every once in awhile," he answered a little sheepishly. "Fuck. That's hot!" I said, putting everything back in the bag and handing it to him. "I did some "X" earlier, too," I grinned, flexing my pecs and rubbing my hands over my pierced tits. Without a word, Ryan moved between my legs, pushed my ankles over my head and started eating my hole like a wildman. "Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned, as his thick tongue dug into my tingling fuckslot. Fuck - - - I can still taste my cum - - - and a little "T," he said, looking into my eyes and licking his lips. "Fuckin' chemwhore, man! - - - - Love it!" he grinned, before he dove back down in my hole. I reached over and grabbed a pair of jap clamps - used a paper towel to wipe off my sticky, sweaty tits, stretched the skin with the piercings and clamped the rubberized teeth on my aching nipples. Ryan took a break from munching on my butt, and noticed the clamps. "Fuck yeah, man! You're my kinda pig!" he said, unzipping the side of his bag and pulling out his own set of clamps. He expertly snapped them into place, the chrome connecting chain hanging between his sexy pecs. "X drives my tits crazy, man!" he snarled, swinging his upper body back and forth so that the wait of the chain tugged on his nipples. More confident than before, he sank his fat cock into my wet hole, without even asking (my kinda fucker!!!). But he seemed to enjoy it more this time, slowly pulling out while watching my stretched asslips hug his thick meat. "That looks soooooo hot, man!" he drawled, clearly falling under the spell of the party drugs. He fucked slower this time, not like the frenzied fuck earlier. Now he was clearly here to PLAY!!! "You like my big fuckin' dick, doncha?" he growled. "If I didn't know better, I woulda figured you for a top guy. Leather. Muscles, an' all that," he rambled, drilling my hole good. "Oh, I'll top if I need to," I said. "But I like my sex rough, so I figure I better look the part," I grinned, tugging on my titclamp chain. "Yeah, I know whatcha mean. I like to get fucked, too. 'Specially when I party. My ass gets so fuckin' hungry, man - - - I could take on this whole place," he said, letting his cock slip out of my hole. "Ya wanna smoke some more?" he asked. "Ya don't haffta ask me twice," I grinned, stretching my legs out on his broad shoulders and then tracing the V-shape of his torso with my feet on the way down. Our pipes still had some residue in the bottom of the bowls, so we each heated up our own and did three hits apiece. I offered him a water bottle, which he gladly took. (I always bring a couple with me to keep hydrated. Refill them from the drinking fountain by the stairs.) "Damn, this is some good shit Rex had," Ryan said, holding up his pipe. "Yeah, he always manages to get the good stuff. I bought some crap from some guy at Club Dallas a coupla years ago - made me sick as a dog for days!" I answered. "Smoke?" I asked, holding up a pack of Camels. "Sure," he said, pulling one out of the pack. We lazily smoked our cigarettes while flipping through the various XXX-rated porn channels. I found an old one with Corey Jay fucking himself with a big dildo - I think it was from the "Link" Series. "He is sooooo hot," Ryan moaned, flicking the clamps on his tits with his thumbs. "You ever seen him fist?" I threw out, testing the waters of my new FFriend. "Oh yeah - 'Dr. Goodglove' - that was fuckin' hot," he replied. "Bet you'd look hot in leather," I suggested. "I got some in my room. Hold on - I'll go get it," Ryan said, flexing his abs as he sat up, the clamp chain still hanging from his tits. He went across the hall to his room, leaving both of our doors open. I watched as he put on a leather harness, two leather armbands, a biker's cap and boots. While he was doing this, a built Hispanic guy walked by, checking out both of our rooms. (Hmmmm - things were continuing to look up!) I slipped on my socks and boots, and added a pair of red and black leather armbands to the harness I'd put on earlier. Ryan closed his door and came back across to my room, shutting the door behind him. He stood, posing in the mirror a bit. "Whaddaya think?" he asked, still looking at himself and flexing his pecs. "I'd let you fuck me," I teased, bringing a smile to his face. "Oh yeah?" he said, kneeling on the bed and spreading my legs. He pushed his cock back in me, ramming it hard a couple of times to re-establish his dominance. "Yeah! That's it! Fuck me, Daddy!" I said, loud enough to be heard outside. "Take it, pig! Take my raw dick!" he yelled, getting into it. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" I grunted loudly with each thrust, hoping to catch the attention of the guy who had walked by our rooms. Then Ryan pulled out, stepped up on the mattress, straddled me and squatted over my face. "Eat my hole, pig!" he ordered. I eagerly buried my face intoo his sweaty asscrack, finding his wrinkled sphincter with my tongue. God, he tasted good. Sweaty, but not shitty. I was hoping that maybe he had douched earlier. The more I tongued, the more his hole opened. "Yeah! That's it! Eat it, fucker!" he responded, grinding his ass in circles on my face. Ryan leaned forward on his knees, completely exposing that beautiful ass, and said, "Bump me, man." He had reached into his black bag and was handing me one of the 'crystal' baggies. I coated my index finger liberally with shards of "T" and made sure I didn't have any loose pieces that would fall off. "Open up, pig!" I let him know I was ready. He reached around and grabbed his muscular cheeks, pulling them apart and exposing his hole. This was no pink 'boi-hole.' He was shaved smooth, but this hole had definitely seen some use. He pushed his assring out, exposing a partial rosebud. I quickly sank my 'medicated' finger into the red inner folds of his anus. "Uuuuunnnggghhhhhhhhh!" Ryan sighed/moaned, feeling the initial burn as the chems hit the delicate lining of his insides. I held my finger steady, until he started grinding his butt from side to side. I knew the 'burn' was starting to give way to slutty pleasure! I finally pulled out, sticking my finger under my tongue - enjoying the dregs of the "T," as well as the sweet taste of Ryan's superclean hole! He rolled off to one side, and carefully unclamped his nipples, moaning as the blood rushed back into the unclamped tissue. "You mind?" I asked waving the baggie near my dripping hole. "Not at all, man. Not at all," he smiled, wetting his finger with the juice from my ass and dipping it in the baggie. I lifted one leg up, and pulled my hole open with the other hand. "Hell, yeah!" I yelled, watching this hot, leatherman booty bump my hole in the mirrored ceiling. I could feel him wiping his finger inside me, trying to deposit as much of the 'crystal' as possible before pulling out. Like me, he stuck his finger in his mouth, licking off the remaining drug and the juices from my ass (which probably still had a little of his cum mixed in!). "You are sooooo much fun, man," Ryan said. "I usually don't get this comfortable with a guy so fast," he added. "Well, I just try to be upfront about what I'm looking for - ya know - skip all the games and get right down to what we're here for," I rambled. "You ever have a problem with 'Tina-dick'?" I asked. "Man, you do get right to the point," Ryan laughed. "Yeah, I guess so. But usually by that time, all I want is to get my ass worked over," he sighed, staring at our images in the mirror on the ceiling. I reached in my bag and pulled out 2 Levitras. "You ever try one o' these?" I asked, waving it in front of his eyes. "What is it," he squinted. "Levitra," I answered, popping one in my mouth and swigging it down with some water. "Hell - why not!" he said, holding out his hand. He tossed the orange pill in his mouth, and followed it with water. Ryan rolled over on top of me, grinding our cocks against each other. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth, our tongues digging deep, two more sex organs tasting each other. My tit clamps slipped off, from all the sweat between our bodies - probably time to give them a break anyway. His steaming body felt so good on top of me - my hands slid up and down his muscular back, pulling him closer. I used my right leg for leverage and pushed, forcing us to roll over - winding up with me on top. He didn't resist, so I backed up on my knees, forced his legs back and dove into his musclebutt. "Yes - Sir!" he hissed, rubbing his hands up and down my arms. "Eat my fuckin' hole!" I reached for the bottle of J-lube and drizzled a little on his pucker. Then started working two fingers inside. I would twist a little - then pull out. As he relaxed, I added a third finger - - - and finally a fourth. "Oh my fuckin' God!!!" he moaned, grinding his ass obscenely - fucking himself on my fingers. "Mind if I open the door?" I asked, wanting to make sure he was cool with this. "Uh - sure - - - I guess..." he sounded a little unsure. "If you don't want to, it's okay." I reassured him. "It's just - well - sometimes I get off on being watched." "Fuck! You are twisted pig!" he said, staring up at me. I wasn't sure if that was a 'yes' or a 'no.' A minute or two passed. "What're you waitin' for man? Open the fuckin' door! Let's show these guys how real men fuck!"

The first thing I usually do upon arriving at the baths is to take a spin around the place, like a general reconnaisance. Just to get a sense of the vibe, see if it's crowded, whether it's a young crowd or not. This time, it seemed pretty empty. No twinks posing, no walruses in the steam room, no nothing. So I unlocked my room, changed into a towel, and headed to the showers. It was a hot summer afternoon, and I was sweaty beyond sex appeal. It felt great to soap up, get hard, cool down. I figured I'd head for the sauna to towel off and relax. As I left the showers, I almost walked into a guy. Fuck, he was huge, towering over me. Trim beard, hairy chest, and sexy as hell. I caught his eye, he definitely caught mine, and we glanced back at each other as we passed. Sweet! The sauna is my favorite feature of this place because it's pitch black. No lights, just grope your way to an open spot on the bench. The only time you can see who's who is when light spills in around a new arrival. I was standing against the wall toweling off when my gentle giant came in. So fuckin hot just to be in the same room with him, except he headed for the group going at it in the corner. I wasn't ready for a group just yet. Hell, I literally just got there. I was hoping my eyes would adjust to the dark, but they didn't. It was just blurs and brushing arms, legs, chests, and the occasional grope. Some old guys just go for it, no matter how many times you remove their hands. I was about to head out when I felt a huge arm around my back, pulling me into a warm, solid, furry chest. It had to be him. The other hand went right for my ass. I never learned how tops with only one hand, can separate and penetrate in one smooth gesture. This time, though, it was like a huge paw, gentle but not taking no for an answer. At one point, my face was in his back, and both of his hands were pulling me against his backside while he reached back and opened my ass. After running my tongue between his shoulder blades and letting my cock slide between his furry thighs, he spun me around, clamped a hand on my head and whispered in my ear, "walk with me." My heart was racing. He pushed me forward and still kept a thumb inside my hole. I don't know how it got there without a second of pain, but I knew better than to resist. He steered me around the corner to a dark area with walls and glory holes. There was nobody there. Just me and the giant pushing me by the hips where he wanted me. He told me to face the wall, and then he was pressing behind me. Chest against my shoulders, muscular thighs against my thighs. He held my arms over my head and held both wrists with one of his huge hands. That's when I knew I'd list control of the situation. Standing against me, pinned to the wall, his cock was right at the spot where he could fuck me by just moving closer. Because of his height, it was a perfect fit. And like a heat-seeking missile, he was pressing into me. I was half resisting, half wanting it. I guess he'd opened me up so well with his thumb--the size of most guy's cocks--that he could slide on in. He was big, and I was skewered. No lube, hardly a word, and there I was taking this huge bear of a man. I couldn't. I tried to get out of his hold. He just whispered, "no way. I'm the best there is." the more I resisted, the harder he pressed until he was all the way inside. Raw. I was fucked. You can't yell rape in a bathhouse. He was so slow, sexy, gentle, and firm that I just caved. It was amazing. I loved the warmth of his hairy bid. And then he went deep and just stayed there, totally flooding my insides. He purred, "sweet ass. Thanks, bro." And then he was gone. I'd never seen him before. The connection came from a single glance. And now his seed is deep inside, status unknown. I'll always be his boy, even if I never see him again. It's enough to keep me going back more often than I ought to. Cruel, cruel summer.