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Another member on this site recently asked if any of us had slammed at work, or at least pnp'd. I actually have a few times... never slammed at work, but have blown clouds/snorted at work and had sex at work at the same time. In my blog here, I've written up some of the times I had pnp experiences as both a performer and as a Realtor (usually in an empty house or client's house who pnp'd and gave permission) but I actually HAVE had sex and partied some in office situations over the years. During the Recession, both performing work and house sales were down, so from 2005-2010 I also managed buildings in NYC, the management company I worked for had its office in Riverdale in the Bronx, in what was originally the pool house and club of a multi-building development... the offices were right next to the pool and my personal office was in one corner of the structure down a long corridor and had both a door to the inside corridor of the building, AND its own door to the exterior into a small fenced in area adjacent to the pool with a latched gate door. My boss' older son was a college age kid who just finished his freshman year and was now serving as a lifeguard at the complex pool during his summer vacation. I was frequently the last person in the offices, as most left by 5:30 and some nights I was there until 7 or 8 or later by myself. The pool closed at 6pm, and if the boss wanted to leave early and I was staying, he'd ask me to bring the kid home to the burbs where we all lived. I had no idea up until this point that the kid was gay, let alone that he appreciated chemplay. I mean, come on, he was only a freshman - though I was pretty "advanced" at that age I seldom meet too many others who were (or are). One of the first times this occurred, Stefan came into my office closing the door behind him, still in his long red lifeguard board shorts and a sleeveless white cotton top - open to show his washboard - and flipflops showing his oversized bare feet. I knew the kid was hot - frankly, so was his dad, my boss, and the company actually had a reputation of hiring very attractive and fit male employees - but this went beyond. While running his hand up and down his treasure trail, he mentioned that I was "busted". Tearing my gaze away from the pretty sight, I asked "why"? He proceeded to tell me he found my profile on Nasty Kink Pigs and a PNP oriented site that was popular at the time. The pictures being obviously me, I couldn't deny it, and he described them to me perfectly. Intrigued, I asked what he was doing on those sites and did his father know he was gay? He replied that he found those websites that year at college when he really found and accepted himself, and no he hadn't come out to his parents yet. He said he certainly wouldn't say anything about my extracurricular activities to his father so long as he and I could "indulge" them sometimes on the evenings I was driving him home... I told him I was flattered, and wanted to know exactly which activities on those sites he wanted to indulge in, and would I be playing teacher or did he have experience? He smirked and replied that he was looking for the bareback chem sex experiences he learned to love that year at college that took him from a naive virgin to a "probably poz party boi"... I was, suffice to say, a bit stunned. Now, to be fair, in the summer of 2006 he wasn't the only one with a 6-pack, at 43 I was still doing some modelling and in really great shape, so it wasn't TOTALLY insane for a hot college freshman to come on to an older guy, but JEEZUS this came out of nowhere, and DAMN was it hot. He proceeded to tell me he knew exactly how to make sure we were never caught (and we never were...) since my office was originally intended to be accessible after hours by the pool staff, the inside door to the rest of the offices could not only be locked and bolted, but the outside door could be locked and the gate to the little inner fenced area (the fence was 8 feet tall and opaque) could also be locked and bolted... to gain access from outside, someone would have to ring a "doorbell" and from the inside, if anyone entered the office suite, an electronic "beep" sounded in my office. There were no security cameras in my office, or at my end of the hall, or in the fenced area - and I could turn on the burglar alarm and exclude my office until I (or we) left. Stefan had thought it all out. With those assurances, I agreed. That first time he had a little bit of his own stuff in his pool bag, and I ran out to my car and brought my play bag in - out came two pipes and the clouds started. I kept asking if he was sure, and he said he liked fantasizing that I was his coach... DAMNATION he was hitting all the right buttons. That night was mostly just oral (we both rinsed off and washed up in the small shower the little bathroom my personal office had) sucking and rimming mutually... he had a real swimmer's body, 6'4", trim, slightly out-sized shoulders, long thin floppy dick and nice muscular if not large ass, green eyes, tanned white skin, torso naturally almost hairless except the treasure trail but waist down hairy like a satyr or something... Our sessions eventually included fucking each other on my desk or the floor or on a pool lounge chair brought inside, with porn playing all but silently on my computer from my external hard drive, and always with us blowing clouds, booty-bumping, snorting or hot-railing. The first session where we fucked, I had him fuck me first - he was rock hard and his youth and relative inexperience showed in his impatience to get his raw tool in me resulting in some soreness for me that evening and the next day - but his skills improved over time and that long cock of his was quite the enjoyable after-work treat, along with the copious loads he would fill me with. That same evening, when it was my turn to fuck him, I kept reminding him that I was poz, and was he SURE he wanted me to bareback him. He told me he was sure, and that he was fairly certain he'd been pozzed since he'd done several group scenes with guys he knew to be poz and took their loads... I was still a bit uncomfortable with that, and though I fucked him bare, I did not begin breeding him until he'd gotten his test results back a couple of weeks later (he was poz as he thought). He loved to spew out his filthiest fantasies as I pounded that hot frat boy hole. As summer progressed I was able to hook him up with my contact-buddy for supplies so he could pay less than in the burbs. A couple of times we had group scenes at my bud's place on Central Park West and the guys present would descend on Stefan like starving animals and he loved every minute, though we always had to leave reasonably early. He also had a friend up from school who stayed with him that summer for a week and came to the pool with him everyday that week - it was the only time we ever had a third join us in my office - a pretty Filipino kid, Alberto, with another swimmer's body but much shorter than Stefan, about 5'6" smooth all over and rippled with trim muscle, brown eyes and black hair with an incredible serpent tattoo wrapped down one leg. He was happy to blow clouds with us, and fortunately he was into "Daddies" like Stefan was, and really enjoyed getting spit-roasted from either end the three times he pnp'd with us. He even came in and gave me a blow job under my desk on one of the days they were heading home with my boss and not me! Stefan claimed to be jealous, but between him needing to be at his lifeguard post AND being 6'4" there was no way he could repeat that particular performance! Damn we had fun until he had to head back to school, and we repeated our hi-jinx the next summer (2007) as well. However, when the summer of 2008 rolled around he stayed at his school in Florida for the summer and eventually moved down there permanently and that crazy memorable set of experiences was over. And true to Stefan's promise, we never got caught! Though we both mentioned many times as we played how hot it would be to get his handsome dad high and convince him to join us. Considering the male employees he tended to hire, there certainly was a possibility that he was at least bi-sexual, but suffice to say, that was a fantasy we were NOT stupid enough to attempt! We already took enough chances!

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:

Here's the deal - I'm not going to make it easy for you. Well, at least no more than I already have by allowing my virus to go unchecked for a year. I'm willing to let top/versatile guys try and take it from me by fucking it out of me. Your load gets mine. Fuck me deep, hard, and long to increase your odds. Bring a buddy along to tag team this toxic hole. Maybe you'll catch it. Maybe he will. Try again. I'm tired of letting my HIV be something I let goodlooking guys treat me like filth over anymore. I see the worth in this weapon I'm carrying around. Men who wouldn't fuck me when I took meds and made absolutely sure to remain undetectable suddenly seem to find an interest in dumping their loads in me. Why is the risk so fucking hot to you? It doesn't make sense to me. But it doesn't have to. I know now that it does, and for that, you gotta fuck this hole like you owe it money. Heading to Portland, OR this weekend, in fact, to lay plans for a birthday gangbang in June. I will be blindfolded, bound, slammed, and open for fucking until all fucking bug chasers have had their shot and shot their load(s) in me. Even then, I bet I could take a little more, not that I'll have much choice. I'll be tied down and unable to stop it anyway. So fuck some AIDS out of me, you sick fucks. Get while the gettin's good.

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!"