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Ben was so high - and so stretched from getting fucked - that i didn't even bother with FF foreplay. i just grabbed a ball of crisco from the nearby can, pumped some j-lube in my palm and smeared the slimy mixture all over my hands. Ben still had his eyes closed - enjoying the warm buzz of his latest smoke. i folded my right hand into a small tube - my thumb surrounded by four fingertips. His hole was pulsing in and out - slowly - like it was begging to be filled. As soon as my fingertips hit the purple muscle, it opened like a flower - or some alien pod... Ben's legs spread slightly, signaling his slutty desire. In one steady push, my whole hand slid into his burning fuckhole!!! (and i have really big hands!) Something between a growl and a purr emanated from Ben's throat, as he opened his eyes and grinned. "Fuck! You Texas boys don't stop, do you?" he managed. "Not unless the building's on fire." I chuckled. "Then we just move to the parking lot," I added. "Open the door," Ben said. "I want the whole place to see this!" i tried turning the doorknob, but my hand was covered with so much lube and crisco that i couldn't get a grip. "Here," Ben said, tearing off a sheet from the roll of paper towels he'd brought. One hand in his ass, and the other on the doorknob - i finally got it open! A rush of cool air from the hallway blew in the room, making us realize how much heat we'd generated - two sweaty, chemmed-up, sexpigs goin' at it! With Ben impaled on my fist, i slowly turned him around so that guys walking by would get a good view of his hole being stretched. i now had my back toward the door, so i was dependent on the mirror to see any activity in the hall. "MMMMmmmmmmm," Ben sighed. "Pull out for a sec. I wanna see if i'm still clean." i slowly exited his bowel, my hand ringed by a dark purple ruffle of muscle - finally opening into the bright red rosebud of his prolapse. "Fuuuccckkkk!" a voice behind me gasped. I looked up to see the reflection in the mirror. It was Trent - a young guy I'd played with a while back. Trent has an incredibly thick, uncut cock, and loves to fuck. When i first met him (at the baths), he was a young twenty-something - in decent shape. Now - a couple of years later - Trent had packed on another 20 lbs. of muscle, and was definitely - - - a MAN!!!! "Am I clean?" I heard Ben ask, caught up in his own world. "Crystal clean, i'd say," i replied, holding my hand up to the light from the hallway. It was covered in a mix of clear and white goo - J-Lube and crisco - but absolutely no shit or blood. "You had your whole hand inside him?" Trent said from behind. My chem-addled brain was having trouble with these two conversations at the same time... "Uh - - - yeah," i managed to get out. "Come on in, man," i spoke to the image in the mirror. "Trent - Ben - - - Ben - Trent," i said. "There - now everybody knows everybody," i said, rolling my eyes. "That was sooo fucking hot, dude!" Trent said, dropping his towel and tossing it on the plastic chair. He was wearing a thick leather cockring and leather ballstretcher, and had a biohazard tattoo midway between his navel and cock. (Things had changed from the sweet, curious corn-fed beefboy i'd met years back.) His foreskin hung down from his semi hard meat - not because he was soft - but because it'd obviously been played with - roughly, and a lot!!! "Mind if I watch?" Trent asked, lazily stroking his meat. "No," Ben and i answered in unison. "Just gettin' opened up for some big dick!" Ben added, unashamedly staring at Trent's meat. i slid the fingers of my left hand into Ben's ass, palm up, and formed a type of funnel. then, with my right hand, i grabbed the J-Lube bottle and squeezed several big globs of the gooey lube onto my palm and let it run down into his gape. Trent was half kneeling-half sitting on the edge of the bed, thoroughly mesmerized by what was going on. i handed the J-Lube bottle to him, and then slid my right hand deep into Ben's hole. "MMMMMMmmmmmmmm!!!" Ben growled, his eyes rolling back into his head. "That's fucking hot as shit!" Trent responded, squirting some lube into his palm, and slicking up his growing tool.

When Pete and I finally got everyone out of the room, we decided that we should probably call it quits and go home to get some rest. "Let's go take a shower and get some of this grease and lube off before we pack up," I suggested, still horny from the hot sex and endless supply of chems. "Yeah, I think we're gonna smell like Crisco for a week!" Pete grinned, rubbing his hands over my sweaty chest. We headed down to the first floor where there's a large community shower and hot tub. We soaped up our bodies several times until our hair was no longer matted with grease and J-lube. We were still enjoying the effects of the "X" and the water running down our hot bods when this guy walked in and joined us. From the neck up, he looked like a typical preppy (clean cut, glasses, GQ face - think Victor Webster!). But down below, he showed signs of a wilder side... he obviously worked out - great body, tight abs, muscled arms with shoulder to bicep tattoos, pierced nipples on fully-pumped pecs, nice-sized veiny cock surrounded by clipped black pubes, and a biohazard tattoo on his right buttock. Pete and I gave each other a wink, and decided maybe we weren't done, yet! "Man, I loved watchin' Mark fuck you with that big dick of his," Pete said, loud enough for our new buddy to hear. "Yeah, I was definitely ready for it after the fisting he gave me!" I said, making a point of bending over and sudzing my ass. "Fuck, my hole is so hungry right now - I need to get fucked or fisted, bad!" Pete moaned, as he backed up to my semi-hard cock. Our buddy was trying to not pay attention to our talk, but his dick definitely heard every word. Still hanging down, it was easily as thick as a beer can - - - and growing! We grabbed our towels, dried off and as we were walking out of the shower said, "Maybe we'll both get lucky!" We took our time getting back to our room, stopping for a tour of the second floor and the maze. Things were really slowing down, with only a few diehards like us (going strong from chemical assistance) not willing to miss one more fuck. The floor of the maze was slick with cum and lube, and the strategically placed black lights illuminated a few white towels draped over shoulders or padding the knees of a hungry cocksucker. As we were leaving the maze, we literally ran into the guy from the shower. Pete and I took the opportunity to fondle his hard body under the guise of steadying ourselves... "Be careful in there - the floor's kinda slippery," I grinned, rubbing the back of my hand up and down his chiseled abs. I could feel his stomach flex as he pushed his crotch forward and rubbed his thick cock against my thigh. The "x" was making us both touch-feely, and Pete was having a great time playing with the stainless steel ring in his right nipple. "Sorry - we've been partyin' pretty hard, and you feel fuckin' great!" I said, letting my hand drop down to feel his fat meat. "Yeah, I think we're probably on the same level - I've been partyin' some, too!" he grinned, placing one hand on my butt and the other on Pete's. Feeling no additional signs of interest from our sexy shower buddy, Pete and I headed down the hallway toward the stairs, glancing back to see our friend slowly making his way into the maze. As soon as we were back in our room, I loaded the pipe with a huge rock and fired it up with the torch. We each took a big hit, and then took turns giving each other a hefty booty bump. "I thought we were leaving," Pete laughed, as he threw my leather harness toward me. "Hey, I didn't see you tryin' to get away, either!" I laughed back. After we got our leathers back on, we each filled a syringe with J-lube and injected it up each other's sleazy fuckhole. "Hey, we better open the door, otherwise we're gonna miss him if he walks by!" Pete said, realizing that we'd been caught in one of those chem time warps. I jumped up and opened the outer door, while Pete put one of our fisting DVDs into the portable player we had brought. We laid down crotch to crotch and started feeding a large, doubleheaded dildo into our pulsating chutes. "Look at the ceiling!" I moaned, noticing the mirror image of two hot leather dudes feeding their hungry holes. "HoT!!!" Pete managed to say, opening his ass to take more of the big rubber dong. "Definitely HoTTTTT!" said a voice in the doorway. We turned to look and see our tattooed, muscled, fantasy man standing there with a leather duffle hanging from his shoulder and wearing a fully-packed, black leather jock. "So this is where the PNPigFest is! I saw your message on the chalkboard when I first got here, and I've been lookin' for you guys ever since," he said, setting down his bag. "Mind if I shut the door?" "Fuck - shut it, man!" Pete said quickly. "I'm Kyle," he said extending his hand. "Pete - Jim," we answered, shaking hands. "Mind if I smoke a little?"Kyle asked, pulling a glass pipe out of the leather bag. "Only if we can join you," I laughed, grabbing our pipe and torch. "Man, I am so fuckin' horny, and x-in' and spun - hope you guys wanna play!" Kyle rambled. "Hope you mean playin' with that huge cock or your fists," Pete replied. "I think we can manage that," Kyle said, taking a deep hit from his pipe. I reached up and massaged his stuffed leather codpiece, while Pete chewed on one of Kyle's nipples. He just stood there awhile, waiting for the smoke to kick in, and enjoyed the two of us exploring his hot body. Kyle grabbed the bottle of J-lube and squirted a large glob in the palm of his hand. "Let's see - if I overheard right, you've been fisted tonight (looking at me), so it's Pete's turn to get his ass stretched." Pete wasted no time in pulling his legs up and exposing his open hole. Kyle stuck three fingers in and immediately felt the "pre-lube" we had done. "Mmmmmmmm! PIGs is right! How long have you guys been here?" he said, working his hand in a wider and wider circle in Pete's hole. "Three and a half days - - - but we did go home for a few hours," I quickly corrected myself. "Fuck! I got a tweet from a fuck buddy of mine about a couple of hot party pigs at Midtowne. That's what convinced me to head down here!" Kyle said as he just about had his hand in Pete's butt. "Oh yeah! Ohhhh yeahhhh! Ffffuuuuuccccckkkkkk!" Pete moaned, as Kyle's hand pushed past his sphincter. Some of the J-lube oozed out and pooled on the rubber sheet on the bed. "Glad we finally found each other!" I said, kneeling behind Kyle and rubbing my hands up and down his muscular torso and in between his perfect butt cheeks. Kyle worked Pete's hole expertly, occasionally pushing back against my sweaty crotch "Hey, would you mind gettin' that baggie outta my bag and givin' me a booty bump?" Kyle asked, smearing some of the excess lube on his own ass. I sat up and followed instructions. "Mmmmmmm!" Kyle moaned as he squirmed on my powdered finger. "You guys are so fuckin' hoTTTT!" After another ten minutes of workin' Pete's ass over, Kyle closed his fist and started a nice punch fuck. Pete's hole gaped open each time the fist pulled out, and I could tell by his breathing that he was in pig heaven. "Okay. Now grab that black butt plug outta my bag and work it in my hole," Kyle directed. (This guy was definitely no preppy...) The butt plug was extra-large and still had signs of grease and lube on it from earlier. I smeared some Crisco and J-lube on it for good measure, and then started pressing it into Kyle's musclehole. For a minute he stopped fisting Pete, and I heard him take several deep breaths. When I heard him exhale a long one, I pushed upward and felt the huge plug pop in. "Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhh!" Kyle hissed. "You ready for some of my big cock?" he stared at Pete, taking his fist out and reaching into the codpiece of his leather jock to lube up that piece of meat that first caught our attention. As his cock hardened, he unsnapped the codpiece from the jock, revealing another leather piece that acted as a cockring for his thick cock and heavy, shaved balls. He was also wearing a heavy, chrome, donut cockring and a 1" ballstretcher on his balls. "Hold on," I whispered in Kyle's ear. I grabbed the baggie and sprinkled some of the white powder on the fat head of his cock. "Sweet!" he whispered back with a big grin. Pete's hole was still gaping open; his sphincter a thick, purple pucker, pulsating, begging to be fucked. Kyle knee-walked forward, positioned his obscenely thick cockhead dusted with "T," and sank it deep into Pete's guts. After the intense punchfucking, Kyle's dick was an easy fit for my pig BF's sloppyhole. "Oh no you didn't!" Pete said wide-eyed, as he started to feel the burn from the chems on Kyle's cock. He knew just who was behind it, too. "Now you know why he's my kinky, pig boyfriend," Pete told Kyle while reaching over and grabbing my Viagra-hard tool. (Pete and I split a "little blue pill" just before Kyle came up to the room !) Pete's cock was thick, and laying to one side, but I knew it could "cum to attention" if needed! Not to be left out, I grabbed our Ty Fox dildo and easily slid the big, rubber dick in my lubeslick hole. "Damn, you guys are into some BIG dicks!" Kyle grinned, ramming his meat back into Pete and watching me plow my hole with the fat dildo. "Damn, I love gettin' fucked by a monster cock!" Pete babbled. "Feels so fuckin' good in my hole, man! Hope you're not ready to cum yet, 'cause this feels tooooo fuckin' good!" "Are you kiddin'? When I party, I can fuck for days without cummin'!" Kyle smiled, grinding his muscular hips against Pete's greasy butt. I grabbed a paper towel to wipe the sweat and grease off my nipples and re-attached the tit clamps to my "x"tra sensitive tits. I had to pull my nipple rings straight out so I could get a good-sized piece of my nipple clamped in the rubber-tipped clamp. I reached in our bag of toys and hauled out our largest dildo, "Jumbo Jack," and slathered it with a mix of Crisco and J-lube. Pete reached behind him and grabbed our baggie and held it out for Kyle to dip his finger in. The lube on his finger acted like a magnet, and when he pulled it out, I knew I was in for a TreaTTTT! "Here, piggy, piggy!" he teased, keeping his finger upright so as not to spill any of the crystal. I got on my hands and knees, backed up to him and Pete and pulled my muscled buttocks apart so he had a clear shot to my dripping hole. "Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" I sighed as the shit burned in my over-used slot. While his finger was massaging my insides, he was pulling out the huge butt plug from his own asshole. He pulled his finger out of my hole and sucked the remains off with his sexy lips. "Do me, man!" spreading his cheeks apart, not once removing his giant cock from Pete's ass. My hands were just as greasy, so the bump I pulled out of the bag was major! The butt plug had left Kyle's hole gaping open, so I easily slid the bump in without losing any. "Ohhhhhh, ffuuuccckkkkkkk!" Kyle moaned. "I'm gonna need to get fucked, soon!" There wasn't much left in the baggie, so I gave Pete a liberal bump sliding my finger in between the wall of his hole and Kyle's huge cock. Then I laid back and started feeding the Jumbo Jack dildo into my nasty pig hole. It's a huge dildo, with an abnormally large head (the part I like!) Watching the three of us in the mirrors was like watching the hottest porn film on earth! I guess I looked needy, 'cause soon I felt a hand take over the feeding of the giant cock in my hole. Then it slid out and I felt someone squirting a large amount of warm J-lube into my stretched manhole! When I finally opened my eyes, Kyle had stopped fucking Pete and had moved directly between the two of us. He was working both of our holes with his hands! I grabbed the chain on the tit clamps, tugged and yelled, "Fuck me! Fist my hole! Fist both our FFuckin' holes!!! Pete had attached his tit clamps, too, and he was riding Kyle's left hand like a buckin' bronco! After a good 20 minutes of heavy duty fisting, I could tell Kyle was about to collapse. We were all sweating like the chempigs we were, so I put up my hands signalling a time out. Leaning over to Pete's ear, I whispered, "We're not being very good hosts. I think we need to work his hole over!" "Hell, yeah!" Pete whispered back. I passed around a bottle of water for everyone to rehydrate a little. We all smoked a cigarette to relax, and then I winked at Pete that it was time for us to take over. Each of us took one of Kyle's pierced eraser nipples in our mouths and began a light chewing. He immediately responded by writhing on the bed and moaning like a true pig! While he was distracted, Pete and I each grabbed a leather wrist restraint and quickly fastened it on each of Kyle's wrists. I went first and stretched his arm out and attached the restraint to a bolt on the side of the platform bed. Before he knew it, Pete had done the same with the other arm. "What the fuck!" Kyle yelled, surprised at the scene reflected in the mirror above him. His muscular body pulled half-heartedly, flexing a bicep here, a pec there. I filled a syringe with J-lube and told him to hold still (I knew he really wanted his ass played with, so this was more of a roleplay deal). "Oh man, that feels soooo good!" he moaned as the warm lube filled his cavity. I started working my fingers in his hole, while Pete prepared his nipples for the clamps. When they were secure, Pete attached them by another chain to the "D" links on his ballstretcher. Everytime his cock jerked, it yanked on his "x" sensitive tits! I now had four fingers in his hole, and the lube was running out like crazy. I grabbed the can of Crisco and made a big deal of showing him while I plunged my hand in for a big glob of grease. "Please, sir! Fist my hole! I need my hole stretched really bad! I'm so fuckin' hungry! Please! Please! Please!" he babbled while twisting in the restraints, which then caused the nipple clamps to tug on his huge, stretched tits! Pete squirted more J-lube on my greasy hand, and I mixed the two together to create a nasty, slick, fucklube. Kyle's ass was on fire now, and I easily slid my hand in in one smooth motion. "Ffuuucccckkkkkkk!" he cried. "Oh, God! That feels so fuckin' good!!! Punch my hole, sir! Stretch it with your fist!!!" Kyle's reaction had made Pete's and my cocks rock hard, and we new it was time to fuck our little musclepig. While I continued to feed Kyle's slutty hole with my clenched fist, Pete dug through our bag of toys for his favorite cockring/ballstretcher. It's all leather - heavy leather cockring that snaps around cock and balls, and then a 1 1/2" leather ball stretcher that's attached to the cockring with a short piece of leather. Simple, but looks and feels really hot! Pete's got a nice thick cock himself (when he isn't suffering from crystal dick...), with a 00 gauge PA that feels great when he fucks! Standing there in his harness, armbands, tit clamps and cock and ballstretcher - he looked fucking HOTTT! Kyle's hole was making that nasty slurping sound that I love - just right for a good, sloppy raw fuck! "You ready to get fucked, boy?" Pete said in his deepest 'I don't care if you're ready, 'cause I'm gonna fuck you anyway' voice. He was tugging on the nipple clamps and slapping his greased up cock to get it as hard as possible. Kyle's eyes were staring intently on the cock that was about plow his ass. "Yes, sir! I need to get fucked so bad, sir! Please fuck me rough, sir!" Kyle chanted without taking his eyes off the cock. I moved out of the way, and Pete took my place between Kyle's muscular thighs. While I was fisting Kyle, Pete had also put leather restraints on Kyle's ankles with ropes attached. As Pete pushed Kyle's ankles back toward his head, I grabbed the ropes and ran them through each of the eyebolts on the sides of the bed. Now, in addition to his arms being immobilized on either side, his legs were stretched up and out exposing his puckered hole. My sexy leatherman took on a whole new attitude as he sank his pierced cock into Kyle's spongy chute. "Damn, this boy's butt is on fire!" Pete growled. "Good work, Jim! You got him opened up just the way I like 'em. Loose 'n' sloppy! How d'you like that cock in your hole, pig? You like gettin' fucked by a big Daddy dick?" Pete knew how to talk pig with the best of'em. All Kyle could do was pant, and every once in awhile let out an "Oh Fuck!" or "Fuck, yeah!" Meanwhile, I got ready for my own assault on the musclepig's hole. My cock was too hard to put on my chrome cockring, so I grabbed a wide leather band with big chrome pyramid studs. Then I slipped on a heavy, weighted, chrome ballstretcher (the 2 piece kind that you tighten with an Allen wrench). I rummaged through the bag and found a leather "Executioner's Hood" and pulled it on without either of them seeing me. Then I clipped a couple of weights on the chain attached to my tit clamps for an extra tug. I figured Kyle might need a little chem assist, so I fire up the pipe and held it in front of his mouth. He gladly accepted. "Hey, fuckpig! Looks like you're gonna get two Daddy dicks tonight! My buddy here loves fuckin' sleazy pigholes!" Pete sneered as he set the scene for me. Before I got started, I figured I'd have a little fun with our pig. I took our riding crop and started tapping Kyle's stretched balls. Each time, I struck a little harder, causing him to jump, which in turn tugged on his tit clamps! Then I would play in his hole for awhile with the Ty Fox dildo. Back to the crop. Then to the dildo. Finally, I sank my rigid cock into his burning hole. Pete wasn't kidding - it was hot as hell! "Nice hole, pig! You like gettin' fucked? You like flipfuckin' with a coupla parTy pigs?" I taunted him. As before, all he could do was pant, and occasionally mumble, "Oh, Fuck! Fuck, me! Fuckin' nasty pig! Use my fuckin' hole!" When I couldn't fuck anymore, (and none of us were able to cum...) I pulled my fat cock out of his slimy hole and we untied him. "Oh, fuck! That was the best! You guys can fuck me anytime! Fuck!" Kyle rambled on. Pete went to go get more water, while I gently played with Kyle's quivering hole. We eventually showered, packed up, exchanged numbers and agreed to play again (after a substantial recovery). I love bein' a PIG!

I took a minute to straighten my harness, adjust my armbands and slide the leather strap of my jock back in the crack of my ass. I also, loosened the laces on the executioner's hood and slid it off my head. Then I walked out of the jail cell and over to the two tweakers standing in the doorway. The taller one was wearing a black swimmer's jock, and the shorter (but beefier) one was in a pair of black, cotton/spandex shorts. "Hey guys," I broke the silence. "What's up?" I added, not even trying to hide the fact that I was checking them out. My right hand reached out and found the eraser nipple of the shorter guy. He drew a sharp intake of air, followed by a moan and threw his head back against his boyfriend's shoulder. "You guys been here long?" I continued (already knowing the answer to my question). "Uh, yeah," the taller one answered. "Um, we got here last night," he finished. "Party?" I asked. "Yeah," the taller one answered, starting to relax. The shorter one was enjoying my manhandling of his nipples, and one of his free hands was massaging my leather codpiece. "That was fuckin' hot over there, man," the taller one said, tilting his head in the direction of the jail cell. "Diddee cum in you?" he asked. "Yeah," I grinned. "Big fuckin' load - - - an' a big ol' dick, too!" I added, letting my left hand drift down to the boyfriend's cotton jock pouch. Even though it was soft, it was still nicely packed! "Sorry - - - too much partyin'," he grinned, sheepishly. "Hey - I understand," I said, reaching down and unsnapping my codpiece, and revealing my shrunken fuckmeat. That didn't stop the shorter one. He reached in and gave a firm squeeze to my cock and balls. It felt good to feel a stranger's firm grip on my cock. "Wicked PA, man!" he said, sliding the heavy chrome ring back and forth through my piss slit. "I been tryin' to get Brian to get one - - - bet it'd feel great in my ass," he smiled, leaning back and kissing his lover. "So, you're Brian," I jumped in at the opportunity for introductions. "I'm Jim," I added. "Oh, and I'm Rob," the shorter guy answered. "Hey - - - uh - - you don't have any - uh - favors we could buy - - do ya?" Brian asked. I wasn't surprised at the request. God knows, I've been there plenty of times. Havin' a great time - - - an' then somehow you're out of 'supplies.' "I'm runnin' kinda low," I lied. "But I got three slams in me." I waited, before saying, "So, if you want some chempiss?" Rob looked up at Brian, seemingly looking for approval. "Sure - - - I'm up for it," Brian gave his ascent. Rob gave him a quick kiss, as if to say 'thank you' to his lover. Rob dropped to his knees in front of me, undoing two more snaps on my codpiece to give him full access to my limp cock. I felt his warm mouth slide onto my cock, but without the frantic sucking that usually accompanied someone trying to get me hard. I tried to think of his mouth as a human urinal, simply there for me to empty my bladder. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the black, plywood wall, imagining that I was standing in front of an open latrine at The Eagle. The piss started out slow, but as I relaxed, the flow increased. Under normal circumstances, the feeling of Rob's throat swallowing would have given me an instant hard-on. But thanks to Miss Tina, that wasn't gonna happen. Just when I was trying to figure out how to split my piss between the two, Ryan walked in. I motioned for him to come closer. "Hey man," I whispered in his ear. "You got any piss in ya?" He just nodded. "Brian over here could use some, if ya know what I mean," I winked. Ryan placed his hands on Brian's shoulders, pushing him down so that he was on his knees next to Rob. I saw Ryan close his eyes, trying to relax himself enough to start the flow of piss. I knew it was working when I heard Brian cough a little and spray some piss out of his nose. But once he got the hang of swallowing, he didn't lose a drop! When I was done, I pulled my semi-limp cock out of Rob's velvety mouth, and pulled him to his feet. "Wait here," I whispered to him. "I'll be right back." I went next door to my room and shut the door. I felt a little guilty about making them drink piss, when I had plenty of Tina in my stash. (But just a little guilty - 'cause it was hot watchin' those two fucked up tweakers do whatever they could to get high!) I grabbed the glass pipe and loaded two rocks in it, and grabbed the torch. And just for good measure, I popped a half tab of "X" and another Levitra. Then headed back next door, just as Ryan was starting to run dry. Fortunately, it was still just the four of us in the dungeon room, so I closed the door to the hallway. "Look what I found!" I said, holding up the glass pipe for Rob and Brian to see. "Don't have anything to sell, but I'll share if you want some," I said, walking over to the mattress on the floor and propping myself up against the wall. Rob, Brian and Ryan joined me on the bed and I let Rob be the first to smoke while I held the torch. The pipe got passed around twice, while we all took deep drags of the thick, white smoke. "Fuckin' A, man!" Rob grinned, rubbing his hand along my thigh. "This is fuckin' great!" "Yeah - thanks, man!" Brian added. "We were just about to give up and go home." "As long as you're a nasty fuckpig, you're welcome to stay!" I said, waving the glass pipe in the air. "Hell yeah!!" the other three yelled in unison. "You guys mind bein' watched?" I asked. "Bri's a little shy," Rob answered, "but I love it!" I was starting to get the impression that Rob was my kinda chemwhore! We passed the pipe around one more time, and then I got up and opened the door to the hall. When I turned around, Rob had already hopped up in the sling, and was adjusting his legs against the chains. Ryan was casually playing with Brian's hole that was exposed by the jockstrap. I sat down on the bed and lit a cigarette. Brian inched his way over to me, and whispered, "If I can get you hard, will you fuck Rob? He wants that ring so bad!" he said referring to my PA. "Go for it, man," I told him. I really didn't think he'd have much luck, but I wasn't gonna turn down a blowjob from a sexy tweaker. He took his time, at first just warming my cock with his hot mouth. I could feel the warm spit running down my balls and into the crack of my ass - - - and then Brian found my weak spot - my hole. Without letting my cock out of his mouth, he slowly worked two fingers into my horny hole. I felt my body relax, as I gave myself over to his attentions. His long, middle finger found my prostate, and gently started massaging. My legs spread to give him more room to work. I heard the chains on the sling jangle, and looked over to see Poz Daddy dipping his fat cock into Rob's Tina-fueled hole. He was still wearing the yellow jockstrap from before, but had added a leather vest and biker's cap. He'd also brought a friend back with him - - - a big, black stud - also in a leather vest, and leather armbands around his biceps. He was stroking his leather, cockringed meat, while he watched Rob's hole get opened by his buddy. I was torn between wanting that black cock up my ass, and wanting to fuck Rob's muscular ass with my growing hardon. (Tina makes you want it ALL!!!) Brian grunting loudly, as he slobbered over my thickening meat. He had switched position, and was now on his knees - Ryan sitting cross-legged behind his ass, feeding the Ken Ryker dildo in and out of his tweaked hole. Brian's free hand (the one not up my ass), encircled the leather ballstretcher around my balls and exerted a firm, steady tug. I don't know what it was (maybe the earlier Levitra?), but all of a sudden, I was rock hard! Brian noticed it too, and stopped his frantic sucking. "Fuck! That's hot!" he said, staring with the unblinking stare of a methhead. "Please fuck 'im!" he said, still staring. "Fuck 'im with that big, pierced dick!" Afraid of losing my hardon, I quickly got up and moved toward the sling. Poz Daddy took one look, and slid his wet cock out of Rob's gaping hole. "Fuck, yeah!" he grinned. "We got us a flip fucker!!!" I stepped into position at the edge of the sling and slammed my cock into Rob's open hole. "Fuck!!!" he yelled, with a twisted grin on his face. His hole felt like a tube of warm pudding, happy to be filled by a man's thick cock. "Fuck yeah, man!" Poz Daddy growled in my ear. "Fuck the pig's hole!" I felt my cock expand even more, as it got used to the sensation of the warm muscleboytweakerhole. I grabbed hold of the chains supporting the sling, and started moving my hips back and forth, watching my lubeslick tool slide in and out of the stretched pucker. The black guy moved in behind me, reaching around and playing with my pierced tits, and sliding his thick meat up and down my sweaty buttcrack. "That's right... fuck 'im...fuck his hole... fuck 'im with that big, pierced dick!" he quietly hissed in my ear. (I found out later that his name was James, and Poz Daddy (aka Brent) had texted him, and told him about the partypigs at the bathhouse. Suggested he come over an' fuck some ass.) James' right hand disappeared from my chest, only to help him position his cock against my sphincter. I stopped fucking Rob long enough to focus on my asshole, and felt the huge cock slide in me! "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned in approval, melting against the heat of James' big body, and letting him push me deeper into Rob. I was sandwiched between two hot guys, fucking and getting fucked at the same time!!! James took over now, grinding his muscular pelvis against me, and forcing me to fuck Rob harder and harder. The mixed smell of his sweat and the leather vest was like another drug for my chemmed-up mind, and I happily gave myself over to this fucking machine!

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!!!

The guy in the shower was tall and lanky, and had a nice piece of uncut meat hanging between his hairy thighs. He stepped out of the shower, still dripping wet, and walked over to us. "Get to work, pig!" I ordered. The hungry Asian turned on his knees and swallowed the new meat in one gulp. "Fuckkkkkk," the guy from the shower moaned, reaching up and tweaking his nipples. "God that feels good," he said, grinning at me. "Ya got some piss for 'im?" I reminded him about the pig's thirst. "Yeah... he okay with a few .....uh ..... enhancements?" he asked. "Most definitely, man," I smiled back. "Tryin' to keep him as fucked up as possible!" The shower guy chuckled. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. I could tell he was trying to concentrate on getting his piss to flow. I yanked the leash on the pig's collar, letting him know to quit the sucking, and just let his mouth become a urinal. A soft exhale from shower guy, and I knew that the pig was getting a nice, warm drink. Pig squirmed a bit, and I could hear him swallowing the warm, yellow liquid down his throat. "That's it, boy. Take the man's piss. No need for a urinal, when ya got a willing mouth," I said, placing my hand on his throat so I could feel the swallowing action. A calm smile spread across the shower guy's face. "That's all I got for now," he said. " Wish I had a 6 pack of beer to fill up on." "So, what's in your piss," I half whispered to him, drawing close to his stubbled face. "Oh, a little T, some G, X - - - actually, a lotta T!" he grinned, slyly. "Good," I said, rubbing the back of my hand up and down his hairy abs. "I wanna keep his hole hungry!" "Mmmmm....." shower guy growled, grabbing his towel and looking the two of us up and down. "Maybe I'll see y'all a little later," he said, giving his semihard cock a serious tug. "Yeah, man. We're always lookin' for cock!" I said. "Got some V, if ya need it," I added, grabbing his cock and balls and giving them a friendly squeeze. "Get up, PIG!" I ordered. He obediently stood, keeping his eyes downward, hands clasped behind him. We walked the halls of the third floor, me in the lead, checking out any open doors for cock. I enjoyed the looks we were getting - a big, masculine, leatherman taking his chemmed up pig out for a walk. Some were in shock or disbelief - others wanted to be part of the scene. Occasionally, I would stop and order the pig to his knees to suck my semihard cock. This definitely made some guys sit up and take notice. I made sure they got a good look at my large PA as it glimmered in the dim light. As we rounded the corner to the hall with my room, we ran into Trent from earlier. This time he was solo, and had switched from the bathhouse towel to a black jock. "Hey man," I greeted him. "Where's your buddy?" "Oh - he got all pissy and left. I told him if we came here, I was gonna wanna play. But he didn't believe me. Anyway, I'm kinda glad he left," he said, casually massaging the bulge in his cotton pouch. "You parTy?" I asked. "Yeah - but I didn't bring anything, 'cause I was with Miss Prissypants," he said. "Wanna come in an' smoke a bowl?" I asked, rubbing my free hand over his chiseled pecs. "Hell, yeah!" he perked up. He followed us midway down the hall to my door. I fidgeted with the key in the clock while trying to remember how I had left the room. I really hadn't thought about anybody but the PIG coming back with me, so I'm sure it was a sloppy mess. -------- I was right! The black rubber sheet was a gooey mess of jlube and Crisco, with two huge dildos laying in the middle. I HAD managed to stash the bags of T in my boot, but the glass pipe was right next to the TV on the table beside the bed. I pushed the PIG in first and unhooked the leash from his collar. He promptly crawled onto the bed and sat in the pool of lube. "Sorry. The place is a kind of a mess," I apologized to Trent. "Fuck! I think it's hot!" he replied. "This is why I come to the baths - - - to get fuckin' messy an' twisted an' - - - you know - - - dirty!" he grinned. Now he had his hand inside his pouch, and was unashamedly stroking his cock. "Allright PIG!" I said gruffly. "Service his cock!" PIG eagerly slid to the edge of the bed and pealed the waistband of Trent's jock down. My eyes bulged when I saw the mammoth piece of meat that fell out! Miss Prissypants should not have let this one go.... I shut the door and fished around in my boot for one of the baggies. I pulled out a half empty one and pulled the seal apart. Got my pen cap and scooped out a nice-sized rock and loaded it in the pipe (along with the unsmoked residue that was still in it .​ "Make yourself comfortable, man," I said, gesturing to a dry corner of the bed. Trent sat down, one leg cocked up and the other on the floor, so that PIG could continue eating his cock. I flicked the torch (which reflected in the mirrored walls and really lit up the room in a sort of drug-induced, leather dungeon way), and waved it in circular motions under the round glass bowl of the pipe. Trent stared like an animal that hadn't eaten in weeks. I watched as the rock liquefied and pooled in the dirty glass bowl. Then the thick white cloud started easing its way up the glass stem. I held the pipe to my lips and inhaled slowly and deeply. Hold it - - - hold it - - - hold it. I knelt down and placed my mouth over Trent's and shotgunned the hit into his hunky, hot body! I could tell he'd done this before, 'cause he didn't lose a puff of smoke! Our lips stayed sealed for what seemed like ten minutes, while we passed the smoke back and forth between our lungs. His right hand found my leather pouch and squeezed the greasy package inside. Finally, I pulled my mouth off of his, and handed the pipe to him. He held it out while I warmed the bowl again, and then he took his own hit directly from the pipe. When he was done, I motioned for him to shotgun the PIG. While they were shotgunning, it gave me a chance to get my mouth on Trent's cock. It WAS a beautiful piece of meat - thick, slightly veiny, uncut, large head and a slight upturn when erect to hit all the right spots! For me, one of the benefits of Tina is that it lessens my gag reflex. I was able to force the head into my throat and hold it for a few seconds until the spasms got too bad. I pulled off, gasping for air. "Fuck - - - nice - - - cock - - - man," I panted, catching my breath and drooling on my own chest. "Thanks - got no complaints," Trent said confidently. "You wanna fuck this pigwhore?" I asked, finally being able to talk. "I got 'im tweaked up pretty good, an' he loves big things in his hole." Trent wrapped his fist around the thick shaft and stroked until the foreskin pulled back and revealed the large head. "He take it raw?" Trent asked. "Only raw," I answered, lightly slapping the PIG's muscular butt. "Lemme give 'im a bump to get ready for you." My middle finger was already wet from being in the PIG's hole, so I just dipped it in the baggie and the crystal stuck to it. PIG slid a little toward me on the bed, positioning his ass so I could get a good aim without spilling any of the crystal. "PIG want a bump in his hole?" I asked, wanting him to beg. "Yes SIR! Please bump my hole, SIR!" he answered. "You want me to give your whore fuckhole to this hot stud, PIG?" I teased. "Yes SIR! Please SIR! I need fucked - - - please!" I inserted the T-covered finger into his battered hole. He didn't even flinch - just gyrated his hot ass around my finger. I wiped the insides of his burning rectum, digging the sharp shards of crystal into the delicate lining. The burn must have been delicious for a methpig like him. I pulled my finger out, and made a production of shoving it in my mouth and sucking the combination of ass juice, cum, lube, Crisco and Tina off with my tongue. Trent sneered in approval, slapping his hardening cock with an open hand. It now looked like an angry club, ready to beat this shameless PIG into total submission. I got up off the bed so that Trent could take my place behind the PIG. He positioned himself right behind the hunky Asian, and laid his fat cock in the crevice of his ass. "Damn, you're gonna rip him apart with that thing, man. You're fuckin' huge!" I said. In response, he slapped the big dong on PIG's cheeks, and took several warning pokes at the wrinkled, purple assring. I got down next to the PIG's ears and said, "Take a deep breath, and when I pinch your nipples, let it out." Trent caught the gist of where I was going - getting the PIG to relax for the giant cock. I pinched the PIG's nipples as hard as I could and nodded to Trent. He pushed forward, and the entire length and width of his giant cock disappeared into the Asian's hole. Two loud moans came from the hot men - I think both were in absolute ecstasy! I moved over to one of the mirrored walls, and propped myself up on the two cheap pillows they give you, and watched the show. Trent was a good fucker - taking his time, but making the PIG feel every inch of his cock. I found the baggie of T, and couldn't resist giving myself a hefty bump! Damn, the burn felt great in my hole, as I slid my T-covered finger in and out to deposit the meth. "Fuck him, man! Fuck his nasty pighole!" I chanted, while fingering my own. Out of habit, I grabbed a nearby dildo, and easily inserted it in my twitching hole. The chems allowed me to have a sort of "out of body experience," looking at the scene in the mirrors and imagining that I was living in a hot, BB sex video. I slid over next to the PIG and started deep kissing him. This gave Trent a chance to grab the dildo in my ass and start ramming it in and out in rhythm with his own fucking. At one point, I looked up at the mirror on the ceiling, and saw this amazing picture of muscle, skin, leather, rubber, lube and chrome - all enhanced by some very good drugs!!! After a good hour, Trent collapsed on top of the two of us and begged for a break.

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!

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:

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!

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

As soon as Tyler and I got in the room and shut the door, we pulled out our pipes and loaded 'em with a fresh rock. There were two clicks, followed by the hiss of butane as we rolled the bowls in the flames of our torches. With the new rocks, it didn't take long before the glass tube was filled with the thick white smoke that would fuel our next hour. I'd gotten my fill of fucking, and now I was hoping to get some action in my hole, as well! I put my pipe away after it had cooled, and waved the baggie for Tyler to see. "Bump?" I asked. He answered by laying back and pulling his ankles up toward his head. I wet my middle finger in my mouth, dipped it in the baggie, and carefully slid it into Tyler's slick hole. "Uh-huuuhhhhhhhh!" he moaned, as I rotated my finger inside him. When I was satisfied that the bump was dissolved, I waved the baggie again. "Do me, man," I said, handing the plastic bag to him. "Aw-righttttt!" he grinned, pulling himself back to a seated position. He copied me - licking his finger, dipping it in the bag, and carefully inserting it in my warm hole. There was a brief burn - followed by a spreading warmth, as the drug dissolved and started its way into my bloodstream. I stared at the ceiling and sighed, enjoying the feeling of Tyler's finger caressing my insides. Tyler swallowed my cock, while still fingering my hole. He dug deep, and found my prostate, sending twitches to my semihard cock. I was in that 'inbetween state,' - wanting to get my ass fucked, but still enjoying the effects of the Viagra. "Please fuck me one more time," he begged, pulling his fingers from my ass and squeezing my growing cock. "Okay," I agreed, "but open the door, an' see if we can get that guy at the end of the hall to join us!" Tyler got up and opened the door about two thirds. I shifted around on the bed, so that I could see the door opening. "Climb on top of me an' fuck yourself," I ordered. Tyler did as he was told, squatting down on my cock and gobbling it up with his hungry ass. "Oh yessssss!" he moaned, grinding his butt against my pelvis. He grabbed the center ring on my harness for balance, and started riding up and down on my dick, eyes closed, enjoying the fullness in his fuckhole. As if on cue, the hairy muscle guy from down the hall slowly walked by the doorway, stopping long enough to check us out - but then continuing on. Was he not interested? Or was he just trying to be subtle in his cruising? I decided to get a little verbal - both for Tyler's benefit, and the guy in the hall. "Yeah - fuck yourself. You like gettin' fucked by big dick, doncha?" I teased. "Uh-huh," Tyler muttered. "Fuckin' whore. Take all the dick you can get. How much more cock you gonna get today?" I went on. Tyler was catching on to my plan - "Fuck - as much as I can - if it's hard an' thick, I want it in my ass!" The guy was back - now standing part way in the room - listening to our sex talk - watching us fuck. I could see he was stroking himself underneath his white towel. As Tyler's body rose and fell on my cock, I motioned for the guy to come in with my left hand. He took a few steps further into the room, and let his towel drop to the floor. Damn, he was sexy! He had a sharply defined tanline which made your eyes go straight to his crotch - and, although the skin on his pelvis and butt was very white, his cock was a nice dark brown. He was wearing a red Oxball cockring, which made his cock and balls jut out from his body. His cock wasn't erect, yet, but it was already a thick piece of meat! Tyler finally noticed we had company, and he practically fell off my dick trying to turn around. Since the guy was already at the edge of the bed (the rooms are pretty small - even for a double), Tyler easily crawled over and took his cock in his mouth. I scooted back on the bed to give Tyler and the new guy more room. Tyler slobbered on his cock like a bitch in heat. "Fuck, yeah," the guy moaned, while Tyler gagged on the growing meat. I squirted some lube on my fingers and got up on my knees behind Tyler. Slowly, I worked three fingers in his warm hole - getting him ready for some fresh cock! I looked up to see the new guy watching me. "He loves to get fucked," I said, staring back at the new guy. He just nodded, while playing with his nipples. Tyler finally came up for air, looked up at the big guy, and said "Please fuck me!" He bent down, and practically picked Tyler up, turning him around so that his ass was facing the edge of the bed. He slapped his cock a coupla times on Tyler's crack, and then positioned himself at the hole. I heard Tyler take a deep breath and exhale, followed by a moan of ecstasy. "Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" he sighed, as the big cock filled his gut. I leaned back and enjoyed the live sex show, alternating between stroking my semihard dick and playing with my tingling hole. The longer they fucked, the hornier I got - and it didn't look like Tyler was going to share anytime soon. I slid off to one side - ostensibly to give them more room on the bed - and when they weren't looking, I gathered my things and slid out the door. Fortunately, I wasn't in one of my possessive moods, so leaving Tyler and his new 'friend' didn't bother me. It just meant I could go hunt for some fresh dickmeat. The X I'd taken when I first arrived was still doin' its thing, and the last booty bump in Tyler's room had really gotten my ass twitchin'. As I walked slowly back to my room, I enjoyed the sensation of the rear leather strap of the jock sliding against my hungry asslips - fuckin' sweet, man! A few guys passed me, as I fiddled with the key in my door - but no one really caught my eye. I slipped in the room, and shut the door - needing to empty my bag and arrange my party supplies. While I had some privacy, I decided to fire up the glass pipe for a quick smoke. Then I stashed the pipe and baggy in one of my boots and opened the door. I kicked back on the bed with a cigarette, and started flicking through the X-rated channels on the small TV. Finally found one that was playing some good leather and bareback action. I reached in the small can of Crisco and scooped out a small ball of the white grease, and then pumped several big globs of J-lube into my palm and mixed the two. The warm, greasy, slime felt good on my hole, as I massaged it deep inside, making a smacking/sucking sound as my ass opened and closed. (I love that feeling when you know your hole is super clean - and you're high as shit - and your ass is just begging to get fucked!) I reached over and grabbed my Jeff Stryker dildo (small for me) and slowly inserted it in my pulsing fuckhole. Even though it's not that big, it has a great texture to it, and the curve can really hit some of the right spots! I tore a paper towel sheet off the roll I'd brought with me, and wiped the greasy lube off my hands. Then, another paper towel to wipe the sweat and grease off my X-sensitive nipples. Digging through my bag, I found the heavy japclamps and, while pulling my nipples away from my body with the nipple piercing, I set the clamps deep on my tits. "Fuuuucccckkkkk!" I moaned, as the clamps sent a tingling sensation through my body. I sat up, letting my body weight bury the Jeff Stryker dildo deep in my rectum - God I need to get fucked! For several minutes, I tugged on the chain attached to the titclamps, while rocking back and forth on the dildo - the more I played, the piggier I felt! Finally, I stood up, letting the dildo fall out of my open hole - checked myself out in the wall-sized mirror (in my drug-fueled state, I thought I looked pretty hot in harness, armbands, jock, titclamps and biker's cap) - walked over and cracked open the door to the hallway. I got back on the bed and placed the Kris Lord dildo on the mattress close to the door. Then shoved Jeff Stryker back in to keep my hole open and happy. A few heads leaned in to check me out - but no takers. (I admit, if you're not into my kinda play, the scene can be a little off-putting...) Just when I was about to give up, this short Mexican guy leans in. He opens the door a little wider (letting in more light from the hallway) and stands there playing with himself under the towel. He had a thick, handlebar moustache and several tattoos on his forearms - kinda that construction worker/laborer look. I decided, since he was the only one who'd shown any interest, to put on a show. I worked the dildo all the way in - and then pulled it all the way out - showing him the length I was used to taking. He just stared - not giving me any hint as to whether he was interested, or not. I sat up and reached for the Kris Lord dildo, and liberally covered it with J-lube, before positioning it at the entrance to my hole. Again - no reaction from him. I took a deep breath, and as I exhaled, I pushed the thick, rubber cock all the way in. Finally - his mouth turned into a big, toothy grin. I laid back, and let the dildo slowly slide out onto the bed. He took another step into the room. I spread my legs further, and positioned the head of the dildo right at my hole. He took the hint - kneeling on the bed and grabbing the suction-cup base of the dildo. Slowly, he pressed the wide head against my sphincter, until it started to slide in. I moaned (for effect) - and he continued pushing, until the entire length was deep inside me. The more I moaned, the more aggressive he got with the dildo - and since both his hands were occupied, he couldn't keep the towel on for very long!!! When it fell off, I was amazed to see a HUGE, uncut cock standing hard and erect!!! I let him continue fucking me with the dildo, but I knew I wanted that big cock inside me! I finally sat up, grabbing his wrist, and pretended I needed a break - while at the same time reaching forward and grabbing his stiff pole. He threw his head back and moaned, as my greasy hand lubed his meat. I managed to scoot toward him, and pull him to me at the sae time, positioning his cock at my gaping hole. He looked down, surprised and said, "Condon, no?" I just shook my head and fed his cock into my hole. "Uunnnngggggghhhhhhhh!" he moaned, feeling my warm ass around his throbbing cock. "Fuck me!" I said, staring at him. (He understood that.) By now, his animal instincts had taken over, and I knew my hot ass felt better than any cunt he had waiting for him at home. He fucked like a bull, ramming his fat cock deep with every thrust. "Ungh! Ungh! Unnh! Uh!" I grunted each time his compact body slammed against mine. Every once in awhile, I would see a body in the doorway, checking out the hot leather guy getting his ass used (and hoping they'd be back to take a turn in my hungry hole!). It didn't take long before I felt warm cum filling my butt - the Mexican grunting and shaking as his cock shot a thick load inside! When he'd caught his breath, he slowly pulled out and stood up - a long string of jizz hanging from his softening meat. "Gracias!" I smiled at him, as he wrapped his towel back around his waist. "De nada," he answered, and walked out into the hallway. "Shit," I thought. Instead of being satisfied, the fuck had just made me hornier for more (or maybe it was the Tina....) I rolled over and dug the baggie of T out of my duffle, along with a short straw. Scooped a small bit of the powdered shit into the straw and snorted it up my nose. Then I heard the door shut! Shit! -I'd been busted! "Fuckin' meth pig!" I heard a voice say in the dark. I pinched the plastic locking strip together on the baggie and slid it under the corner of the mattress. Then I felt a warm hand on my ass - maybe this was gonna be okay, after all! I leaned forward on my elbows, thrusting my ass upward in the dark, hoping for the best. I heard the unscrewing of a popper bottle lid (my senses were on fire, because of the dark - and the drugs!). Then, a long intake of air, as the stranger sniffed the poppers. The cap was screwed back on. I felt his weight on the mattress, as he crawled between my legs. His cock found its way into the cleft of my asscheeks, and rubbed back and forth, letting me feel its thickness. "Ya ready, pig?" the voice asked - like I had any choice - or wanted one. "Fuck, yeah," I answered, hoarsely. Instead of poking around in the dark trying to find my opening, the stranger ran two fingers up and down my crack until he found the puckered ring. I pushed back a little - just to let him know how hungry I was. The two fingers slid in, rotating and spreading my ass open. "Uuunnnggghhhhhhhhh!" I moaned. "Pig," he answered. The two fingers were joined by a third, and I was in hog heaven! "You let 'im cum in ya - diduncha?" the stranger asked. "Uh- huh," I panted. "Good fuckin' pig," he replied. "Ya like gettin' bred, doncha?" the man in the dark went on. "Uh-huh," I grunted. "Uh-huh, WHAT, pig!" he growled, slapping my right cheek with his free hand. "YES SIR!" I answered, quickly getting into sub-mode. "That's better, pig," he said, resuming the twisting motion of his fingers in my hole. (The snort of Tina I had just done was really hitting me now, and my ass belonged to this guy!) I felt him knee-walk a little closer to my ass, and I spread my legs to give him room. His cock was rockhard now, and he lined it up with the fingers in my ass. His fingers slid out as his cock slid in - a guttural growl vibrated through his body as he sank his cockmeat into my warm hole. "Mmmmmmmm! Nice, cummy hole, pig," he whispered. "How many loads has Miss Tina made you take today?" he added, slowly pulling out a few inches, and then sinking in again. "I dunno, Sir," I replied. "A couple today - maybe five las' night." "Anybody you know?" he continued, getting used to the openness of my hole. "Las' night - yeah - was at a party with friends - fuck me good. Still horny - - - so showed up here - two strangers - - - 'n' you," I managed to get out, wanting to concentrate more on the feel of his cock, rather than try to count loads. "Fuckin' crystal gotchu hungry, huh? (Slammed his cock in.) Hungry, fuckin methwhore! (Slammed it in again.) Let ennybuddy FUCK your slimy hole! (Grabbed the back of my leather harness and started piledriving his cock in my hole!)," he tested me as he got to know me. "Fuck me, sir! Fuckin' breed my hole! It's your fuckin' hole, SIR!" I let him know I was into the dirty talk. "FUCKIN! (grunt) CUM!! (grunt) PIG!!! (grunt)" he yelled, really gettin' into it now. The sound of his thighs slapping my ass, and the slurp/suck sound as he pulled out was accentuated by being in total blackout. After a good ten to fifteen minutes, I felt the cock slide out. Had he cum? I didn't feel anything. He didn't moan like he was cumming. - - - Then I felt his mouth and tongue on my battered hole. His tongue was fucking inside me! His hands grabbed the fronts of my thighs, while he buried his face in my dripping hole. "Mmmmph! Mmmmmmph! Mmmmmph!" he grunted, as he tried to dig deeper inside to get some of the cum he'd stirred up while fucking. "Yeah, pig!" he said, briefly cumming up for air. "Fuckin' pigass full o' cum! Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph!" he was like a wildman! When he came up for air the next time, he shoved his cock back in my hole, and leaned forward so that his chest was on my back. I could feel his breath on my neck - smell the cum in his mouth - I turned my head around as far as I could, and he leaned further so that our mouths came together. I could taste the cum from my ass on his lips - big slippery gobs of it slid from his mouth to mine! Our tongues wrestled - and I felt his cock start to pulse - he was cumming inside me!!! "Mmmmmm," I moaned, our mouths still locked together. I collapsed on the mattress with him on top of me - him panting in my ear and on my neck. After he recovered, I felt him slide out of my ass, but he still laid on top of me. "You don't know who the fuck I am, do you?" he whispered in my ear. "Uh - no," I answered, starting to get nervous. I felt his weight leave me, and then I saw the lights dim up in the room. Shit! It was an old fuckbuddy of mine - blaine. "Fuck, man!" I said, surprised at who had just plowed my hole. "I didn't think you ever topped!" I went on. blaine and i had played together - but always as two bottoms who needed their holes filled. He didn't party, because of his job, but I had no idea he could fuck like that. "When I saw you gettin' fucked by that other guy, I couldn't help it - I wanted to see what your ass was like," he grinned. "But, I knew if you knew it was me, we'd never be able to do it - probably just sit and giggle..." he laughed. "Hell, man! You can fuck me like that anytime you want!" I grinned back, flipping over and digging my fingers in my hole to get some of his cum.

The more that James drilled my ass, the less interested I was in fucking Rob. Eventually, I lost my erection, and slid out of Rob's juicy hole. I was also needing a little "pick me up," so I leaned back and whispered to James, "Just stay here and play with his hole a little." I went over to the mattress and retrieved the glass pipe and torch and came back to the sling. There were a couple of guys standing in the doorway, but James' broad shoulders shielded Rob's mouth from view. The pipe still had quite a bit of "T" solidified in the bottom of the bowl. I heated it up over Rob's chest, and then held it for him while he took a deep drag off the pipe. Then, I walked over to the dark corner of the jail cell and did a hit myself. All that the guys in the doorway could see were puffs of thick, white smoke. Ryan and Brian joined me in the corner and did hits themselves. I felt a little buzz work its way through my body, and I headed back over to the sling after stashing the pipe away. James was teasing Rob's hole with his thick, mushroom head - and Rob's jaws were grinding uncontrollably from the drugs. "You wanna fuck 'im, doncha?" I said in a low voice to James. "You wanna rip his fuckin' boihole up?" "Yeah, man - he wants it bad!" James answered, pushing the flare of his cockhead past Rob's sphincter. Rob was going crazy, now! "Fuck me, man! Please! Fuck me! Rape my fuckin' hole!" Rob chattered. "Ya want this big, black, raw dick in your hole?" James teased, pulling out and sliding the beercan thick piece against Rob's shrivelled, Tina-dick. "Yessir! Fuck me raw, sir!" Rob begged, raising up in the sling and grabbing his asscheeks to pull them apart. James pressed the cockhead against the open rosebud, and pushed forward. Slowly, inch by inch, his fat cock entered Rob's hungry hole. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Rob panted, staring into James' eyes, letting him know how much he wanted the big, black cock. The X and T were really startin' to kick in - - - plus, I was feelin' a little dizzy - probably from lack of water. I pushed past the guys in the doorway, and headed straight for the drinking fountain. The cool air in the hallway and the cold water made me feel better. Since the shower was right around the corner, I headed that way for a quick rinse off. It felt good to get clean again - even as much as I enjoy being a sleazy pig! On the way back, I stopped at the drinking fountain for more water. Now that I was thinking clearly again, I decided to go back to the room and grab the water bottles for refilling. The clock by the stairs read 2 AM - I had four hours left! On the way back, I checked out the open doors, letting the guys get a good look at the spun pig that was trolling the halls. And before going back to the dungeon room, I stopped in my room and grabbed the bag of "T" that I'd been using and my titclamps. I was in hyperchemfuckdrive now! All of the guys were thankful for the bottled water, and we all took a little break to catch our breath. After finishing a cigarette, I wet my index finger, dipped it in the bag of "T" and raised my leg for a booty bump. I trusted the guys sitting on the bed, and I frankly didn't care if anybody saw me from the hallway. If they recognized what I was doing, they were probably cool with it. If they didn't know, they probably figured I was just fingering my hole. Then I passed the bag around for anyone else who wanted to parTake. As I enjoyed the burn from the bump, I reached for the japclamps and clamped them deep on my tits. The "X" had made my nipples (and the rest of my body) electric, and the pressure from the clamps sent pulses to my butt. James must have noticed a change in my demeanor, 'cause he slid toward me on the mattress and positioned himself so that he was sitting between my legs. His legs were under my knees and his calves were on either side of my hips. I just stared into his eyes, clicking my jaws and fingering my ass. He gave me a sexy grin, seeming to read my mind. His right hand pressed apart my buttcheeks, and I felt his thick thumb press into my used hole. As big and rough as he looked, James was surprisingly gentle and sensual when it came to sex. Not to say he couldn't amp up the energy, but he watched my every reaction as he worked my sensitive ass. The more I ground my ass toward him, the more aggressive he became. I could tell he was getting off on it too, because his cock looked like it was about to split out of its shiny, black skin. Every few minutes, he would remove his fingers from my ass and smear the lube on his meat, making it glisten even more in the dim light. Between the drugs and the expert handling of James, I lost track of what the others were doing - I mean I was aware of other people in the room, but the two of us were in our own little fuckscene. James had four fingers in me now - and I wanted to feel his fat cock. I arched my back, raising my butt off the mattress, and inched closer to him. His hand pulled out of my stretched hole, and I could here the slurping sound of him lubing his fuckpipe. I inched a little closer until I could feel the blunt head against my swollen asslips. "Yeah, baby...." James hissed. He held his dick in position, while I slowly slid toward him, my hole swallowing the bloated tool, inch, by thick, black inch. I was now cradled in his lap, completely impaled, and completely full!!! I pushed myself up with my hands until my lips were at his mouth - turned my head, and dug my tongue into his mouth for a deep, sensual kiss. His big arms reached around my back, and pulled me to him, completing the joining of our two bodies. As we kissed, I ground my ass in circles, enjoying the feel of his XXXtra thick meat widening my cumdump. In this mostly upright position, the chain from the titclamps was tugging down on my nipples, sending even more electrical sensations through my drugged body. I pulled back from the kiss, looked him in the eye, and said, "FUCK! Take my fuckin' hole, man! It's all yours, man! Take it!" James' lips kind of curled in a snear, as he laid me down on my back, his cock still firmly planted in my hole. He was surprisingly agile for such a big man, and he managed to reposition his legs so that he was now on his knees with my legs on his broad shoulders. "You like that raw dick up your hole, pig?" he said as more of a statement, than a question. "Yessir!" I responded. "Fuckin' bathhouse whore! How many cocks been up that hole tonight?" he said, pulling partway out, and then slamming back in me. "I dunno - ten - - - fifteen, maybe," I answered. "They all dump loads?" he growled, corkscrewing the massive cock around in my loose fuckchute. "Just six or seven," I panted, not really wanting to talk - just wanting to have him pound the shit out of my hole. "Fuckin' tweaker hole, huh? Like gettin' fucked up on Tina so's you can take big dick like this," he grunted, as he picked up his fucking pace. "Uh-huh," I grunted back. He let one leg slide off his shoulder, but kept the one closest to the wall elevated. I'm sure it was easier on him, but it also gave the small crowd that had gathered a better view of my ass getting reamed by the thick, veiny, fucktool. Each thrust that he gave felt like a jackhammer through my body. Each slap of his thighs on my sweaty buttcheeks reverberated in the dark room - and I could hear the carnal sounds of my other party fuckbuds as they wallowed in their own chemsex fuckscene. James slowed his fucking until he was almost still. I looked up and saw he was holding up his index finger. Even though the light was dim, I could see that it was covered in white powder. He had found my baggy of "T" somewhere on the bed!!! He gave me a look, as if to ask if it was okay. I smiled back, and mouthed the words, "F-U-C-K Y-E-A-H!" He pulled his cock out, and I felt the tingle - - - then the burn - - - as the "T" was deposited deep in my ass. He massaged it in good, trying to make sure that I got the maximum impact. And when he pulled his finger out, he slipped it in his mouth and wiped it along his gumline. "MMMMMmmmmmmmmmm...." came the guttural response. (I hadn't been sure if James partied at all, or whether he just like fucking guys who did.) The 'audience' had disbanded for now, so I reached around and grabbed my pipe. "You smoke?" I asked, holding it up for him to see. "Hell, yeah!" he grinned. "Thought you'd never ask." I wasn't sure how much was left in the bowl, but I figured there was at least enough for one more hit. He took the pipe and torch, and heated the bowl like a pro. A nice thick, white cloud filled the tube as he cleared his lungs and started to suck it in. He held it in for what seemed like an eternity, before leaning forward and shotgunning the smoke down my throat. James' fucking had really gotten my ass hungry, so I hoped he wasn't getting tired. To my delight, he started playing with my hole again. Two - then three - then four fingers went in. He didn't take as much time now - - - and I was lovin' it! He leaned forward and whispered loudly, "Brent told me you like havin' your whore ass fisted. That right, pig?" "Unnggh - huh!" was all I could get out, as I rocked back and forth on his hand. "You like a man's hand up your butt, pig?" he teased. I nodded, leaning back and locking my knees under my elbows so I could pull my legs back. He reached for the bottle of J-lube and squeezed some into his cupped hand, allowing it to flow into my gaping hole. It was still warm from when I'd mixed it earlier. I took a deep breath, trying to relax a bit, and get ready for a big stretch. James rotated his hand slowly, feeling where bone met muscle, and gauging the best hand position to enter my ass. I felt a hand grab my left ankle, relieving me from holding it up - - - it was Brent. "Grab his leg, man," Brent ordered, pulling in a guy who had just been standing next to the mattress and watching. I was thankful for the help - it allowed me to relax a little more, and focus on my hole. James was having trouble getting past the third knuckle, so I held up my hands, wrapping one around the other, and showed him how to force his hand to collapse. I took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly - - - he was in!!! "Fuck!" I heard the stranger holding my right leg say, his eyes staring at James' wrist buried in my fuckslot. I held my arms above my head and stretched, enjoying the incredible fullness in my ass. I could feel James turning his hand inside me, feeling my insides, rubbing my prostate. A little piss leaked out of my cock everytime he pressed deeper. The warm fluid felt good on my abs - ran between my flexed pecs. "You like that, man?" I asked the stranger holding my right ankle. Still staring, he nodded. "You ever seen a man put his hand in another dude's ass?" I continued, enjoying showing off for this newbie. "Nah, man," he answered. " 's fuckin' hot!" "Damn, right!" I kept on. "Takes a REAL man t' take a fist!" Not only was I enjoying the sensation of James' fist in me, but I was gettin' off on the exhibition of my stretched hole. Two more guys had come in the room, and were checking out the action in the sling and the jail cell. I had no idea who was getting fucked, but I could hear the sounds of skin slapping skin, and mouths slurping on cock, all around me. James squirted a little more J-lube around his wrist and worked it in with his free fingers. He gave me a look to see if I was ready for him to pull out. I nodded. Took a deep breath - then exhaled as he started withdrawing his hand. He stopped at the knuckles, and slid back in. Then repeated, coming out a little further, letting me get used to the width. Finally, on about the sixth try, his hand slid out, only to be replaced quickly by his left hand. "Fffuuccccccckkkkkkkkk!" I moaned, winking at him to let him know I was okay, and just performing for the 'audience.' James' hands were big, but my sphincter had finally gotten used to the size. My hole was completely open now, and I was so getting off on the piginess caused by the chems and this hot fucking stud. "Yeah! Fuck that slut with your fist, man!" Brent coached from behind me. "Fuck it so it's nice 'n' loose! Fuckin' gapin' ass, man! Fuckin' cumwhore!" Brent continued. "Now - put your dick in 'im! Fuck that loose hole!" James pulled his hand out, and shoved his cock in. After the fisting, there was no resistance. I felt like my ass was hangin' outta my butt - couldn't close it - open for anything! "Sweet!" James hissed, ramming his stiff cock into the open tube that used to be my asshole. "Like a fuckin' loose cunt, man! Lookat those lips around my cock!" A few towels were dropping from the spectators, as they stroked their hardening dicks. James looked around and found one he liked. "Hey man - come git you summa this! Fuck this tweaked whore!" he ordered a guy with a nice, uncut piece. The guy took James' place between my legs, and sank his dick in my open hole. It was no where near the size of James' cock, but I didn't care - - - as long as I was gettin' fucked by a raw dick. My ass sounded fuckin' nasty, as the guy pumped in and out of my loose hole. You could hear it slurp and fart as the air was released from my gut. The guy couldn't hold back, and within a couple of minutes, he was dumping his load inside me. "Fuckin' A, man!" he panted. "That's the loosest hole I've ever fucked!" he said, pulling out his cum dripping cock and standing up. The guy who'd been standing next to him, was now stroking his hardening cock, and looking at James for permission to fuck me. James nodded, and the next guy took his place. At this point, I lost track of how many cocks fucked me, and how many loads I took. All I know was that I was getting fucked - or fisted - or booty-bumped for the next several hours! I found out later, that Brent had texted some more of his poz buddies to come down to the baths and 'fuck the tweaked guys in the dungeon room.' Between me and Ryan, we managed to keep the bumps moving around the room, and we all got our share of raw cock and poz cum. Around 5:30 am, the room had emptied out, and we all agreed that it was time to clean up and go home. I peeled off the leather jock and slid into my well-worn 501s without showering. The cockring and ball stretcher gave me an ample basket, even though my dick was shriveled to nothing - - - and the X and T was still making my skin tingle all over. I pulled on a black, ribbed tank over my sore tits, and enjoyed the sensation of the tight cotton on my chest. Still fuckin' charged for sex!!! I'm sure I looked like hell walking out into the daylight at 6 am, as a few guys were stopping by the baths on there way to work. I was tempted to stay - - - but I got in my car and drove home. When I got out of the car, my jeans were soaked with cum that had oozed out of my used fuckhole. I laid out by th epool and fucked myself with dildoes the rest of the day, until the T started to work itself out of my system, and I was finally able to cum. Fuck! I wish I could do that every week!

I was exhausted - but I still wanted more cock! (One of the effects of Tina...!!!) I rolled over on my back, trying to keep my ass closed enough to keep from losing all that cum. Ryan had come back and was introducing himself to Blaine. He sat down on the bed and said, "Hey, I caught a little o' that. Looked pretty hot. Did he load you up?" "Yeah - big time!" I smiled, self-satisfied. "You know - it's almost 9 o'clock? You gonna stay, or go?" he asked. "Fuck! Nine o'clock, already?" I said, wondering where the last several hours had disappeared. I hate decisions like this. Logic tells me I should pack up and go home. The chems and my ass tell me I want more! "What you gonna do?" I threw the ball back in his court. "I dunno - but if I stay, I wanna do another slam," he said, staring at me like a puppy dog asking permission to jump on the sofa. "Hell - I don't have to be anywhere tomorrow," I finally decided. "One more round!" I told Blaine what we were doing, and that we'd be back in a little while. He grabbed his jock and headed back to his room, while Ryan and I headed downstairs to pay for another eight hours. Trey was back working the front desk. "Well, well, well - aren't we having a good time?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Wish you'd join us," I said back. "You know I would if I could," he answered. "An' they got me workin' doubles this weekend, too. How's a girl s'posed to get fucked around here?" he chuckled. "Hey, Trey - Can I rent the dungeon room next to me, too?" I asked. "Wellllllll - we're not s'posed to rent more than one room - but since it's you - an' since it's a weeknight - an' since it's not rented - - - Okay," he said, pulling the new key from the rack on the wall. Ryan and I headed back upstairs - tracked down Victor suckin' cock in the maze - told him what we were up to (his dildos and backpack were still in my room) - got back to our rooms on the third floor. "I'm gonna go mix up some more J-lube," I told Ryan, gathering all my supplies. "Cool. I'll get the rigs ready," he said, fishing around on my bed for the one's we'd used last. "Gonna have to reuse these. That okay with you?" he asked. "Just make sure I get summa your poz blood!" I smiled, lightly biting his lower lip. I mixed up two more batches of J-lube and brought it back to the room. Ryan's door was shut, so I headed for the shower to freshen up a little. The place was pretty dead, but it was a Thursday night. Most guys had to work the next day - and they were saving up for the weekend. The warm water felt good, and kind of energized me for another round. Plus it felt good to get some of the dried lube off my body. When I got back to my room, I decided I'd check out the 'dungeon room' first. It was right next door to mine, and featured a sling, a mattress on the floor, and a small jail cell in one corner. I usually don't rent it, because I don't like the mattress being all the way down on the floor. (At my age, it's a long way down....) But the sling is a nice feature - but again, the TV is facing the wrong way, if you're the one in the sling. I flipped through the channels until I found a good leather video, and then closed the door and entered my room. The place looked like hell - dildos piled in the middle of the bed, paper towels all over - I spent a little time picking up and getting ready for my third slam. And, even though I knew I was about to get a jolt of Tina in my arm, I fired up the glass cock and smoked a little to keep my buzz going. Then I lit a cigarette and stood in my open doorway, waiting for Ryan to come over with the rigs. There was the usual crowd of older, out-of-shape men padding up and down the halls in towels that matched their pale, white skin. Typically, they're either looking to get or give a blow job, and not into the 'heavier duty' sex that I'm into. I was still wearing the leather harness and armbands, the leather jock and biker's cap - so they quickly got the message that I probably wasn't gonna be their hookup. Finally, I heard the door handle across the hall rattle, and Ryan opened his door. He looked both directions down the hall to make sure the coast was clear, and then opened his hand to reveal two small syringes with orange caps. "Here - you take these - I'm gonna shower real quick," he said, handing me the rigs. I put them under one of the pillows, and resumed my place at the door. I did see one guy that caught my eye - - - he was tall, wearing just a yellow jock strap, and smoking a cigarette. He had that look of somebody who's been poz for a long time - gaunt, shrunken tattoos on once beefy arms, and thinning hair. But the pouch of his jock was still fully packed! We nodded at each other - an acknowledgment that we might play later. He reached the end of the hallway, just as Ryan was coming back from the shower. I saw him turn and check out Ryan's bare ass as he hurried toward my room. Ryan went straight in, and I saw the poz Daddy wink at me as I shut the door. Ryan and I went through the same routine we'd established - rubber strap, alcohol swab, stick - "I made this one just a bit stronger - hope that's okay," he said, waiting for my response before he slammed me. "Go for it," I said, staring deep into his blue eyes, trusting his experience. I had learned by now to ride the 'wave' rather than fight against it. It's hard to explain to somebody who's never done it - but every cell in my body felt like it was buzzing, my heart raced, I broke out into a sweat, I couldn't breathe....and then I coughed . . . three times. "You okay?" Ryan asked, holding my arm above my head. I couldn't talk, so I just nodded my head. I felt his hand massaging my chest, helping to keep me in the present. When I could breathe again," he let go of my arm and helped me sit up. "Fuck! This is fuckin' awesome!" I slurred, everything in the room screamed sex! I saw Ryan prepare his arm for the slam, and then asked me if I could push the plunger once he got the needle in. I shook my head to help me focus, and said, "Yeah - sure!" He leaned back on the pillow and inserted the needle, waiting for the blood to register. " 'Kay - I'm ready," he said, staring up at me. I slowly pushed the plunger in, watching the slightly pink liquid disappear into his vein. I pulled the needle out, and held the alcohol swab over the injection site, while raising his arm. It seemed like an eternity, while he just stared at me. Then I saw the sweat break out on his body, followed by three sharp coughs. "Fuck!" Ryan yelled. "You okay?" I asked, not sure if that was a good 'fuck' or a bad 'fuck.' "Hell, yeah!" he grinned, starting to breathe normally again. "So fuckin' good!" he said, continuing to stare into my eyes, while rubbing my thigh. I capped the rigs, and hid them in my toy bag. "I wanna suck your hole," Ryan demanded, pulling me over, so that my ass was positioned directly above his mouth. I didn't resist. He literally ate my ass, tongue digging deep and lips pushing my asslips open. "Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph!" he grunted, sucking that last load out of my hole. Instinctively, I dove down on his shaved pucker, licking and grinding and sucking like an animal. His legs spread wide, giving me access to his well-fucked chute. We rolled around on the bed, taking turns being on top, and letting gravity release the various cum deposits from our over-fucked holes. Between grunts and moans, we let out the stray 'Fuck' or 'Yeah, baby' or 'Fuckin' pig.' As the initial rush of the slam started to subside, we relaxed, and let our mouths find each other's, trading cum and the taste of our slutty asses. "So - uh - I overheard you downstairs," Ryan said, between kisses. "What's up with this 'dungeon room'?" "Why don't I just show you?" I answered, sitting up and tugging on his arm. I grabbed both keys, and we stepped out into the cold air of the hallway. I shut my door, and then inserted the key into the door handle of the next room over. Ryan went in first, and I shut the door behind us. "Sweeeeet!" Ryan whispered, checking out the chains on the sling, and slowly taking in the 'amenities' of the room. "I thought maybe it'd be good to have a room to play in - and a room to keep our 'stuff' in," I said, rubbing my leather codpiece against his firm ass, and cupping his muscular pecs with my hands. Ryan turned around to face me. "Well, what the fuck are we waitin' for?" he asked. "Let's get this fuck parTy started!" We went back to my room to get the lube, Crisco, a few dildos and a pack of cigarettes. A few guys eyed us as we were moving from room to room. "You get the sling first," Ryan said, saving any fighting over it. I happily hopped up in it and hung a caddy holding the Crisco and J-lube from one of the chains. Ryan tossed the dildoes on the mattress, and then helped me slide my boots through the stirrups on the sling. "Hungry, pig?" he grinned, tracing my swollen asslips with his finger. I just stared into his eyes, willing him to read my mind - joined by the chems coursing through our veins. He reached in the can of Crisco, and pulled out a small ball. Warming it between both hands, he eventually pushed the white grease into me. I reached down and pulled the bottle of warm J-lube out of the caddy, and squirted a big glob into his open palm. He worked the stringy goo between his two palms, stopping briefly to test the hunger of my hole. I could see several figures standing in the doorway behind Ryan, but they were silhouetted by the light in the hall. I decided to turn up the heat a bit by becoming a little verbal. "Come on, man! Fist my hole! I need your fuckin' hand in me!" I moaned, squirming in the sling and causing the chains to rattle. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Ryan's hand easily slid into my hole - felt sooooo fucking good! One of the bodies from the door had ventured into the room, and was standing beside Ryan watching the fist sliding in and out of my hole. Now that he was closer, I recognized that it was the poz Daddy I'd seen earlier. I caught his eye, and motioned for him to come over beside the sling. I reached inside the stuffed jock and got a good feel of his dick. He was hung like a damned horse! He pulled the waistband down, letting the thick meat fall out. He had a huge PA and was wearing a chrome, donut cockring. "You get fucked?" he said in a low voice. "We both do," I answered, making sure not to leave Ryan out. I felt his dick swell. "Bare?" he asked. "No other way," I answered, tugging on his balls. Ryan had been listening to the whole conversation, and leaned toward the poz Daddy and whispered, "Fuck 'im. Breed his fuckin' hole." It felt like the cock nearly doubled in thickness! Ryan pulled his hand slowly from my ass, leaving me feeling empty - - - and hungry. Poz Daddy quickly took his place, though, and I was rewarded with an ass full of thick, poz cock! "Mmmmmmmmm - - - soooooooo-eeeeeee!" Daddy growled, as he sank every inch of the monster cock into my Tina-fueled fuckhole. The guys at the door were getting braver, and one by one, they were coming in to get a look at the pig getting barebacked in the sling. I looked to my left, and Ryan had taken up a position on the mattress, feeding his hole with a Bam dildo. As much as I liked being the center of attention, I wanted Ryan to have some of the fun, too. Taking the hint from the Crisco and J-lube hanging from the sling, Poz Daddy would take time out from fucking and work his hand in my butthole. I was at the point where I didn't care who or what was fucking me - as long as I had something stuffed in my slimy chemhole. I could tell Poz Daddy didn't want to cum right away, because he would take a break and encourage one of the onlookers to fuck me for awhile. He got off as much watching my slutty hole getting used, as he did fucking it. I was enjoying another total stranger drilling my hole, when I looked down and saw Blaine fucking Ryan doggie-style on the mattress. The look on Ryan's face was one of pure ecstasy. I waited 'til the stranger unloaded in me, and then made a 'time-out' signal to the next guy. I lowered myself out of the sling and knealt down next to Blaine and Ryan. "You guys wanna use the sling for awhile?" I asked. Ryan turned around to Blaine looking for approval. Blaine nodded, stood up and helped Ryan to his feet. I whispered through clenched teeth to Ryan, "I'm gonna go next door for a bump. You want me to bring some back?" "Mmmm-hmmm," he said, grinning. I went back to my room and shut the door. Got my goodie bag out and scooped some shards into a plastic, needleless syringe and added a little water. Put the plunger back in and shook it up good. Laid down - pulled my legs back and inserted the syringe in my fucked up hole. I felt the cool water as I pushed the plunger injecting the liquid T in my butt. Having reached that point where you just want more, and more - - - I also loaded a rock in the glass pipe and did three decent hits of smoke! My ass was really tingling now.... I fixed another liquid bump for Ryan, and put the syringe in the waistband of my jock. And for a change of appearance, I pulled on the black leather executioner's hood, and pulled the leather laces tight on the back of my head. Grabbed my keys and headed back next door. Blaine was still fucking Ryan in the sling - slow and deep. I leaned in and whispered to Blaine, "Lemme in for a minute. I got a bump for 'im." Blaine grinned, and pulled his fat cock out of the sling rat's gaping hole. I tried not to be obvious, but I didn't hide what I was doing either - some guys might have thought I was just injecting some lube in his hole. Ryan arched his back and stretched, careful to keep the liquid from oozing out of his slutty hole. I slid the syringe back in my waistband, and then got on my knees to suck Blaine's cock. (I wanted to give the bump time to absorb in Ryan's ass. And I was REALLY hungry for cock!) The Tina had relaxed and opened my throat, and I easily deepthroated Blaine's fat meat, slobbering and moaning like the pig in heat that I was! I heard the chains on the sling jangle, and I knew that Ryan was ready to have his ass worked some more. I stood up and gave Blaine's cock a squeeze, before he slid it back in Ryan's burning hot hole. I looked around, and saw a new guy leaning against the jail cell. He was about 6' tall. dirty blonde hair, with a ball cap turned backwards on his head. He was probably about forty, but had that former college jock look. Nice body - hairy chest - no tattoos or piercings, and his towel slung low on his hips. The "T" made me bold (and it was my room). I walked straight over to him, got on my knees and pulled off his towel. He had a beautiful, thick, uncut cock, about 8" x 7". I swallowed him in one gulp. I heard a low, deep moan escape his mouth, and felt the blood start to pump into his tool. He was rock hard in no time, so I stood up and looked him straight in the eye and said, "Fuck me!" A slow grin grew across his face, as I pulled him inside the small jail cell. He needed no coaxing, and followed me through the iron door. I leaned forward, supporting myself on the iron bars, and spreading my legs wide. I could feel the heat of his body against my ass, his hard cock sliding up and down in my well-used crack. I reached around and pulled my muscled cheeks apart and pushed my pucker out for him to see. I heard him spit, and felt the warm gob hit my hole (not that I needed it...). The heat of his cockhead touched my rosebud, and then steadily made its way inside me. "Ohhhhh fucckkkkkk!!!!" he moaned, enjoying the warm folds of my steamy fuckhole. I adjusted my legs for stability, and pushed back a little to let him know I wanted him - - - rough! His hand slapped my right cheek, then my left. And then he grabbed the chrome ring of the back of my harness. "Fuck me!" I growled. And he did. Pistoning that thick cock in and out of my chem-fueled chute - - - all I could do was grunt, "Uh - uh - uh - fuck - uh - uh - uh - yeah - uh - uh - uh - fuck!" The feeling was so intense, I couldn't even focus enough to look around the room. Each thrust hit my prostate just right. "Gonna cum!" I heard the guy yell from behind. I tried to clamp down as much as I could with my stretched out assmuscle to let him know I wanted him to shoot inside me. "Unnh! Unnnh! Unnnhhh! Uuunnnnnhhhhhh!" he growled as he shot his load in my hole. I didn't actually feel the spurts - just a spreading warmth, as his cum filled my guts. When he'd caught his breath, he slowly pulled out. I turned around quickly and bent over to clean off his meat. (I couldn't squat without losing the cum in my hole...) He shivered when my mouth engulfed his softening dick. When I was sure I had gotten it all, I stood up and faced him. "Fuck, man!" he grinned. "That was hot." "Thanks," I answered. "Nice dick!" He grabbed his towel off the floor and slowly walked out of the room. Looking around, I saw that Ryan had disappeared from the sling. And the two tweakers from the corner room were standing in the doorway.

When I got back to the room with the fresh J-lube (nice and warm), and refilled bottles of water, the hall was silent. I made some noise with my key in the lock to let Ryan know I was back, and then went in and shut the door. Fuck! It'd be just my luck that I'd get all ready for a good fist session, and then my fuckbuddy runs off with the new guy! (Paranoia, guys....stop overthinking when you're high...) I straightened the room up a bit, picking up stray pieces of paper towel and putting them in the plastic trash bag I'd brought along. Put a fresh rock in my pipe. Dried the lube off my titclamps. Straightened the black rubber sheet I'd brought for the bed. Reorganized the dildos. - - - Decided to drop another tab of "X," since it'd been about 10 hours since my last. Did a medium hit off the pipe to keep from crashing. Lit a cigarette and flipped through the porn channels. 'Tap, tap, tap,' came a sound from the door. I jumped up and headed to the door, my semi-hard cock still sliding around in the leather codpiece. I had to tear off a paper towel to grip the doorknob - still some lube on my hands... It was Ryan, with a wide smile and unblinking parTy eyes. He pushed his way in, and flopped on the bed with his leather bag. "Look what I got!" he said excitedly. I shut the door and sat down on the edge of the bed. He opened the bag and pulled out two syringes, each loaded with a slam. "Ya wanna fly?" he asked, holding the thin rigs in the palm of his hand. "You think he's safe to do it with?" I asked, a little nervous (and paranoid) about the guy he'd invited. "Yeah - He came by while I was makin' these up," Ryan said. "Told me his name was Victor, and he was gonna go downstairs and get his own shit. Sounded okay to me." "Well, let's keep our stuff hidden 'til we see his stuff. He's probably okay, but I don't wanna get arrested," I said. "Good idea - but I don't think a cop would be walkin' around in a rubber bikini - just sayin'," he smiled, rubbing the back of my neck. "I've never slammed before, so you'll have to show me what to do," I admitted. "No prob. I'm pretty good with the needle, so I'll do you first - then me," he offered. I showed him the fresh J-lube and the can of Crisco. He slid out of the borrowed jock, his cock still massive and hard. "By the way, thanks for the fuck downstairs. You felt great in my hole!" he chattered, reaching over and unsnapping the codpiece from my jock and freeing my cock. "That PA was awesome! You wanna fuck me some more?" he was really spun! I had just gotten between his muscular thighs and entered his warm hole, when we heard a knock at the door. He stared up at me, looking like a kid that was about to get into some BIG trouble! "Let's do this!" I said, and got up to open the door. "Hey, man. I'm Jim," I said to the 5' 9" guy standing in the doorway. "Victor," he said, flashing a blinding smile of perfect white teeth. He was even hotter than I remembered - built like a fireplug - short and compact - he had a thick upper body tapering down to a narrow waste, supported by short, but muscular legs. He had brought some leather, too, and was now wearing a leather harness, leather-studded armbands, a biker's cap and boots. He had a small backpack slung over one shoulder, and was still wearing the revealing rubber bikini. "Come on in," I stood to one side, letting him enter the room and set down his gear. "Fuck! I been watchin' you guys since I got here," he said, taking in the mirrors, toys, Crisco, lube - - - and Ryan. "Didn't know if y'all played around, or if you were a couple." "We actually just met," I jumped in to keep things from getting awkward. "Cool," he responded. "Looks like you clicked pretty fast." "Yeah - We're definitely into a lot o' the same stuff," Ryan joined in. "So - - - you guys like to party?" Victor broke the ice. "Depends on what you like to party with," I hedged. Victor looked at Ryan, and Ryan gave him a knowing nod. "Oh - yeah - uh - Tina, X, 420, K - - - I like it all." "So'd you bring your own stuff?" I asked, hating to be such a hardass. "Oh, sure man. I'm no moocher," he answered, unzipping his backpack and pulling out a glass pipe and a baggie full of crystal. "Thanks, man," I said, placing a hand on Victor's tattooed shoulder. "I'm just real paranoid about the cops and everything." "Oh, don't worry. I ain't no cop," he laughed, reaching down and squeezing my cock. "Unless - - - maybe you want me to be," he winked. "So, how long have you been into fisting?" I continued with my interrogation. "Oh - three years, maybe," Victor answered. "Kinda started when I started the Circuit scene - You know - meth and fisting kinda go together," he smirked. He had scooped a large rock out of his baggie with the top of a bic pen, and dropped it into the bowl of his pipe. I pulled mine out from under Ryan's loaned jock, and passed it to Ryan along with the torch. The two pipes fired up and I relaxed as these two exceptionally hot, total strangers proceeded to get high in my room. Ryan handed me my pipe, careful not to hand me the end with the recently heated bowl. I flicked on the torch and moved the flame back and forth until I saw the solid mass melt and start to vaporize. Then I took a long, deep hit into my lungs. In the background, we could feel the throbbing beat of the techno music, and the occasional buzz from the downstairs door as another customer was let in. Yet, Victor, Ryan and I were in our own little world, about to descend to another level of sexual excess. Ryan retrieved the two rigs from his bag, along with two rubber strips for constricting our arms. He straddled me while he tied the rubber strip just below my bicep. "Okay - now squeeze your hand," he instructed, tapping the crease at my elbow, looking for a vein. "There!" he smiled, tearing open an alcohol swab and cleaning the area he had identified. "Okay - You ready?" he looked into my eyes. I nodded back, placing myself completely in his hands. He pulled the orange tip off the rig, tapped it to release any air bubbles, and positioned it on my arm. "Okay - small pinch." I looked down, and saw the syringe start to turn red with my blood, signifiying that he was in. "Relax - This is gonna be fun," he said, as he slowly pushed the plunger in. It was just like everybody says - a warm tingling up my arm - spreading quickly throughout my whole body - a shortness of breath - blurred vission - an uncontrollable cough. "Oh fuck!" I managed to get out. I was floating and vibrating and pulsing. My hole felt like it was hanging loose and open and I needed something to fill it. I could see Victor and Ryan watching me, looking for signs that I was okay - but all I could register was that there were two seriously hot men with me that I wanted to crawl up my fuckhole. "You awright?" Ryan asked, holding my arm above my head. "Ohhhhhhh, yes! More than all right!" I answered. He bent down and kissed me gently on the lips. It felt so tender, so soft - like we were melting together. While Ryan got himself ready, Victor started in on me. A ball of Crisco was pushed inside my pulsing hole, followed by a syringe of J-lube. The fresh, warm, lube felt incredible as it filled my vacant insides. I glanced over, just in time to see Ryan insert the needle in his arm. "Gettin' ready to join ya, buddy!" he smiled. He pushed the plunger, ripped the rubber strip off and coughed. "Fuck, yeah!" he yelled, tensing in a sit-up position, and then laying back and spreading his sexy legs. Victor already had a ball of Crisco ready for Ryan, and had refilled the syringe with J-lube. We were definitely in experienced hands! As soon as Ryan's ass was ready, Victor began working his hands into each our holes. Thanks to the previous assplay, a pair of experienced holes - - - and a slam of meth - - - Victor's hands slid in easily. The pressure felt so incredibly good - it was like my entire body had become a fuckhole! Ryan and I were squirming on the rubber sheets in two pools of sweat, Crisco and lube - happy as two pigs could be! Time passed like scenes in a slide show. Victor fistfucking us. Victor taking off his rubber bikini and taking turns rawfucking both our holes with his incredibly thick, uncut cock. The black 'thug' from the maze taking turns with Victor fucking our hungry holes. The door to the room being open, and guys that I'd never seen before coming in to fuck us and dump a load. The short bald guy (who had a really fat cock!) fucking and fisting me! I even seem to remember Ryan fisting me while Victor was getting fucked by the black guy. I even think I remember Ryan and I getting into a 69 chempissdrinking scene. When things started to come back into focus, the room had cleared, and Victor was preparing a slam for himself. I sat up - and realized I had my XXXlarge buttplug in my hole. "You up for fisting?" Victor asked. "I need my hole worked real bad!" I looked around for the Crisco and J-lube - found them - and cleared a space on the bed for Victor. He inserted the needle in his arm like a pro, pushed the plunger, his eyes rolled back and he coughed -twice. It was so hot seein' this muscle hunk beggin' to get his hole punched. My fist was in in 30 seconds, and he was buckin' up and down like a bitch in heat! "Oh, yeah! Fuck me! Fist my fuckin' hole!" Forget about easing into it. I was punchfucking his musclebutt with a closed fist in no time. "Put both hands in!" he said frantically. "Stretch my fuckin' hole!" My left hand gripped my right wrist, and slowly worked its way in - the whole time Victor kept begging for more. Ryan finally started to come to, and when his head cleared, he joined in, chewing on Victor's eraser nipples and tonguefucking his mouth. When he couldn't take anymore, I would pull out with a nasty sucking sound, and admire the gape of his open hole. I worked different combinations of dildos in him, all which had been previously used by me and Ryan, still greasy with Crisco and lube - - - and cum. Watchin' Victor pig out after his slam gave me an idea of what a slut I must've been after mine!!! Just made me want more! Ryan left briefly, and came back with refilled water bottles, which we all needed desperately. After about two hours of workin' over Victor's hole, he was finally beginning to come down a little. We all took a break and smoked a cigarette, tugging on our Tina dicks and fingering our slimy fuckholes. "Room 209 - Room 209 - Check out or renew - Room 209 - Check out or renew," came the voice over the intercom. "Hey man - What room are you in?" I asked Victor. "Two-oh-nine," he answered, staring blankly at the porn on the TV. "They just called your room, man. You gonna renew?" I asked. He forced his eyes to blink, trying to comprehend what I had just said. "Shit! Already? I can't leave like this," he babbled. I asked Ryan if he was gonna renew. "I'll stay, if you do," he answered - - - fueling co-dependency.... We all kinda pulled ourselves together and walked into the cool air of the hallway, made it downstairs to the front desk, and added another eight hours to our rooms. On the way back up, we stopped in the single shower on the 2nd floor and rinsed the recent round of piss, lube, grease and cum off our bodies. I had to take a leak, and Victor got down on his knees and eagerly drank my chem-laced piss straight from the tap! When we all got dried off, Victor said, "Hey, let's check out the sling!" Ryan and I had no objection, so we followed him down the hall toward the maze. Victor skipped the maze and headed straight for he sling. It was unoccupied, and he was up and in it like he was right at home. Obviously, the effects of the slam were still present! He was digging his fingers into the warm flesh of his fuckhole, while Ryan and I each took a nipple to suck on. "Fuck, yeah!" Victor moaned. "God, I need fucked! Find me a cock. Hole's so hungry! Fuck!" Amazingly, the water, and the walking up and downstairs, and the laying off drugs for a bit, and the Levitra, and the hot piece of beef in the sling had roused my dick a little. "Ya want my cock, boy?" I hissed in his ear. His hand drifted down to my crotch and reached inside my leather pouch. The feeling of a firm grip, from a hand that was not my own, was enough to make my dick jump. Victor pulled roughly, as my cock expanded to a respctable thickness. "Fuck, yeah, Daddy!!" he grinned. "Damn! Fuck me, man!" he pleaded. I moved to the end of the sling, placed my cockhead against his brown pucker and pushed in. Thank God he was open and loose, 'cause my party dick might not have been hard enough to split a real tight hole. "Fuck!" Victor said, smiling and staring into my eyes. The warmth of his gooey hole felt great - enough so, that I even started to get harder! The more I fucked, and the more he moaned, the harder I got! "Your ass is amazing, man," I said, enjoying a slow, steady rhythm of drilling Victor's sloppy hole. "Fuckin' slimy fuckhole, man! You like gettin' your hole worked, doncha? Like gettin' fucked in a sling? Fuckin' cockwhore!" I chanted while he nodded in agreement. Ryan was leaning against the black, plywood wall getting his cock sucked by some stranger who'd wandered in. I could see that he was regaining his hardon like me. "Hey man, " I spoke up to get his attention. "Ya wanna fuck this loose hole?" Ryan pushed the cocksucker's head off his dick and walked over to take my place at Victor's juicy slot. "Ya wanna fuck 'im? Ya wanna fuck 'im with that big dick?" I taunted him. I moved out of the way, and Ryan sank his meat deep into Victor's gut. "Oohhh, fuccckkk!" Victor moaned. The cocksucker disappeared into the darkness of the maze. When Ryan started to slow down, I motioned a time out, and we all grabbed our towels and headed back to the third floor.

"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!"