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Near Home—July, 2023 I had a brief work gig that kept me from playing for two weeks. Fortunately, my return to the bookstore, on a Sunday afternoon in late July, was worth the wait… I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video theatre, but I’m not doing any sucking. Yet. The movie is good and the perpetual traffic through the door leads me to believe that it will be a fun day. I stroke. Lots of guys eye my cock, but no one makes a move. A very large white man comes through the door. He stands next to me, leaning against the wall. He is likely around my age and is mostly bald but for a slight fringe in back. He asks politely if he can sit next to me. I am truly not sure there is room, but I say yes. He sits. We watch the video—well, I do. He is watching my cock. Without warning he leans over and takes me into his mouth—no, his throat. He takes me to the root effortlessly. His mouth is velvet. I groan, surprised and pleased. My moan makes one of the men stand up who is sitting in front of us. He moves to stand next to me, watching the guy swallow my dick repeatedly. The new man unzips and strokes a decent sized dick. I can tell he’s getting ready to shoot. “Don’t waste it.” He turns and I swallow him down, just like the big guy is doing to me. Except I get a big load of cum in my mouth. I swallow and the guy let’s me clean his dick. He zips up and leaves. My cocksucker is aware but has never slowed his pursuit of the same thing. But my staying power is tiring the guy. He comes up for air. I tell him how great it felt. He takes off, but says he will come back for another round. I stroke. The door opens. A Black man, around my age, comes in. I have not seen him before. He has a fair amount of gray in his hair. He is maybe 5’8” with a medium build. He has a slight gut. And a big dick, which he pulls out and strokes as he stands next to me. He leans over and whispers “I’m usually biggest, but you got me beat.” I shrug. “Not by much.” “Suck me?” I don’t answer. I just let him invade my mouth. I have to work at this one. The angle is bad with me sitting and him standing. I go to my knees. I like this better—and so does he from the vocals he is now making. I suck and lick. I pay particular attention to his balls. They are fragrant—it’s a hot July day after all. I lick and moan a little myself. Soon he wants to sit. He drops his walking shorts and the underwear to his ankles. I go back to my knees. It’s easier yet to swallow him down and stay clear of the very hard gut. I lick his balls again. He holds my head in place, not letting me come up for air until I have licked his perineum, too. “Oh, fuck...” he moans. I swallow his cock again and then his load. It’s huge. Those balls have been working overtime. I just keep swallowing as he unloads. He thanks me and leaves the room. I stand up, a little shakily, and sit back down… * The very large man is back and on my dick. He is appreciative that he found my cock covered in precum from the marathon sucking I just gave. Once again, as I am sucked, I am given another load to swallow—this time from a regular who often sucks me. This makes the huge guy work harder. But I am still nowhere near shooting. He leaves—this time for good. An attractive man, a kind of ex-college sports type, fast approaching 45, comes in. I often fuck him here. He has only recently discovered PrEP and the joy of raw sex. I think, ‘this is perfect’ as he comes towards me. He sits next to me. “Do you remember that time you and I shared a guy?” I don’t particularly, but it sounds likely, so I nod. “I shot in him first and you ate my cum from his ass.” I still can’t quite remember the incident, but it sure sounds like me. “I love doing that,” I venture. “It looked so hot. I want to try it.” He is so excited as he keeps talking in a hushed whisper. “I found this cute bottom. I want you to fuck him first and cum in him so I can…what’s the word?” “Felch.” “Yes! And then fuck in your load.” “Sure.” “He’s in the arcade. Meet us in the gay room.” He bustles out the door. I go over to the deserted gay cinema and sit. They both come in, just a few moments later. The bottom is indeed cute. He’s a college kid likely from the local university: short, dark, shaggy hair and decently built at a local gym (at least according to his T-shirt.) He is not put off by my age at all, especially once he sees the size of my cock. He strips down to just gym socks. The other top takes off his pants, leaving on his tee. He strokes his cock as I suggest the young man kneel on the seat of a chair. I kneel behind him and eat his hairless ass. “Fuck that big dick into him,” groans out the recent PrEPster. I stand up, slap my lubed cock on one of his hairless cheeks and push in. He grunts—but takes me with no issue. This young man has talent. He squeezes my dick in welcome, then relaxes as I begin to plow. He is wet and hot, and suddenly I realize I could cum. I slap his ass and pick up the tempo. “Breed him!” whispers the other guy. “You want my load?” I want to hear it from him. But he only nods. “Say the words,” I grate out as I get very close to the edge. “Breed my ass, daddy!” And that does it. I shoot deep and hard into his butt. I hold in place for minute, letting my cock drain. I pull out and move to have it cleaned up by the bottom. He does, loving every minute of it. I am also watching the other guy kneel behind the ass I just bred. “There’s cum leaking out…” he whispers. “Do what you want to do…” I say firmly. He hesitates another moment, then buries his face in the cleft of the young man’s ass. He whimpers. I can’t see his cock—but I can see his hand come up off of it. He laps noisily for a minute before pulling back. “So hot,” he says as he stands up. “Fuck in my load—there’s no better lube…” He sinks his regulation 6 incher into the young man’s bred hole. The top gasps—which quickly turns to a groan. “I’m not gonna be able to last…” he mutters. He begins a quick fuck. The young man is getting off on the scenario, too. “Add your load to his, man…” he grunts out. “Make me your cumdump.” In just a few more strokes, he shudders and shoots into the young man. He stands stock still, shaking. The bottom gets off the chair and bends over to clean the second dick out of his ass. I go to my knees to taste the mingled loads deep inside him… The original is here: Near Home—July, 2023 I had a brief work gig that kept me from playing for two weeks. Fortunately, my return to the bookstore, on a Sunday afternoon in late July, was worth the wait… I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video theatre, but I’m not doing any sucking. Yet. The movie is good and the perpetual traffic through the door leads me to believe that it will be a fun day. I stroke. Lots of guys eye my cock, but no one makes a move. A very large white man comes through the door. He stands next to me, leaning against the wall. He is likely around my age and is mostly bald but for a slight fringe in back. He asks politely if he can sit next to me. I am truly not sure there is room, but I say yes. He sits. We watch the video—well, I do. He is watching my cock. Without warning he leans over and takes me into his mouth—no, his throat. He takes me to the root effortlessly. His mouth is velvet. I groan, surprised and pleased. My moan makes one of the men stand up who is sitting in front of us. He moves to stand next to me, watching the guy swallow my dick repeatedly. The new man unzips and strokes a decent sized dick. I can tell he’s getting ready to shoot. “Don’t waste it.” He turns and I swallow him down, just like the big guy is doing to me. Except I get a big load of cum in my mouth. I swallow and the guy let’s me clean his dick. He zips up and leaves. My cocksucker is aware but has never slowed his pursuit of the same thing. But my staying power is tiring the guy. He comes up for air. I tell him how great it felt. He takes off, but says he will come back for another round. I stroke. The door opens. A Black man, around my age, comes in. I have not seen him before. He has a fair amount of gray in his hair. He is maybe 5’8” with a medium build. He has a slight gut. And a big dick, which he pulls out and strokes as he stands next to me. He leans over and whispers “I’m usually biggest, but you got me beat.” I shrug. “Not by much.” “Suck me?” I don’t answer. I just let him invade my mouth. I have to work at this one. The angle is bad with me sitting and him standing. I go to my knees. I like this better—and so does he from the vocals he is now making. I suck and lick. I pay particular attention to his balls. They are fragrant—it’s a hot July day after all. I lick and moan a little myself. Soon he wants to sit. He drops his walking shorts and the underwear to his ankles. I go back to my knees. It’s easier yet to swallow him down and stay clear of the very hard gut. I lick his balls again. He holds my head in place, not letting me come up for air until I have licked his perineum, too. “Oh, fuck...” he moans. I swallow his cock again and then his load. It’s huge. Those balls have been working overtime. I just keep swallowing as he unloads. He thanks me and leaves the room. I stand up, a little shakily, and sit back down… * The very large man is back and on my dick. He is appreciative that he found my cock covered in precum from the marathon sucking I just gave. Once again, as I am sucked, I am given another load to swallow—this time from a regular who often sucks me. This makes the huge guy work harder. But I am still nowhere near shooting. He leaves—this time for good. An attractive man, a kind of ex-college sports type, fast approaching 45, comes in. I often fuck him here. He has only recently discovered PrEP and the joy of raw sex. I think, ‘this is perfect’ as he comes towards me. He sits next to me. “Do you remember that time you and I shared a guy?” I don’t particularly, but it sounds likely, so I nod. “I shot in him first and you ate my cum from his ass.” I still can’t quite remember the incident, but it sure sounds like me. “I love doing that,” I venture. “It looked so hot. I want to try it.” He is so excited as he keeps talking in a hushed whisper. “I found this cute bottom. I want you to fuck him first and cum in him so I can…what’s the word?” “Felch.” “Yes! And then fuck in your load.” “Sure.” “He’s in the arcade. Meet us in the gay room.” He bustles out the door. I go over to the deserted gay cinema and sit. They both come in, just a few moments later. The bottom is indeed cute. He’s a college kid likely from the local university: short, dark, shaggy hair and decently built at a local gym (at least according to his T-shirt.) He is not put off by my age at all, especially once he sees the size of my cock. He strips down to just gym socks. The other top takes off his pants, leaving on his tee. He strokes his cock as I suggest the young man kneel on the seat of a chair. I kneel behind him and eat his hairless ass. “Fuck that big dick into him,” groans out the recent PrEPster. I stand up, slap my lubed cock on one of his hairless cheeks and push in. He grunts—but takes me with no issue. This young man has talent. He squeezes my dick in welcome, then relaxes as I begin to plow. He is wet and hot, and suddenly I realize I could cum. I slap his ass and pick up the tempo. “Breed him!” whispers the other guy. “You want my load?” I want to hear it from him. But he only nods. “Say the words,” I grate out as I get very close to the edge. “Breed my ass, daddy!” And that does it. I shoot deep and hard into his butt. I hold in place for minute, letting my cock drain. I pull out and move to have it cleaned up by the bottom. He does, loving every minute of it. I am also watching the other guy kneel behind the ass I just bred. “There’s cum leaking out…” he whispers. “Do what you want to do…” I say firmly. He hesitates another moment, then buries his face in the cleft of the young man’s ass. He whimpers. I can’t see his cock—but I can see his hand come up off of it. He laps noisily for a minute before pulling back. “So hot,” he says as he stands up. “Fuck in my load—there’s no better lube…” He sinks his regulation 6 incher into the young man’s bred hole. The top gasps—which quickly turns to a groan. “I’m not gonna be able to last…” he mutters. He begins a quick fuck. The young man is getting off on the scenario, too. “Add your load to his, man…” he grunts out. “Make me your cumdump.” In just a few more strokes, he shudders and shoots into the young man. He stands stock still, shaking. The bottom gets off the chair and bends over to clean the second dick out of his ass. I go to my knees to taste the mingled loads deep inside him… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Helping Fulfill a Fantasy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 21, 2023

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.

Here I go again - - - BF and I had checked into the baths on Friday night - planning to take Monday-Wednesday off for "recuperation." It must have been early Sunday morning (around 4 am) when I was coming back from the showers after cleaning off a layer of Crisco, J-lube and God knows who's bodily fluids. I had slowed down my intake of favors, partly in preparation for going home, and partly because we were running low. I had also taken a half of a Viagra, just to see if I could have any success at getting my dick hard. The warm shower, combined with the effects of T, an earlier X and the V, had given me a warm, tingle - and my shrunken cock was at least starting to show some life. Pete (my BF) was in the downstairs hot tub, cruising a well-hung black guy, so I decided I'd just chill in our room and watch some of the BB dvds we'd brought along with our portable dvd player. I popped in HDK's Dungeon Fuck Party, lit a cigarette and propped myself up on one of the practically flat pillows for some good old JO action. Every once in awhile, a stray body would pass by the door - sometimes looking in, but usually just hurrying by on their way to the parTy in their room. The movie was pretty good, and I started getting into all the hot leather daddies fucking each other in the dim dungeon. Getting into the spirit, I put on my leather armbands and leather vest. And added a leather cock-and-ball stretcher to the chrome donut cockring I was already wearing. Damn! My cock was starting to stiffen on its own! Another cigarette and some lube, and I was strokin' a nice hard cock! The "0" gauge PA glistened in the mirrored wall and ceiling, and I instinctively reached for the glass pipe and torch. "Fuck," I thought, as I sucked the thick white cloud into my lungs. I held the smoke in as long as I could - then slowly released it through my nose. "Hell, yeah!" I whispered to myself. Whatever combination of chemicals were in my body had hit the perfect equilibrium - - - I was high, horny, hard and ready to play! My free hand alternated between my sloppy, gaping hole and my fat, throbbing dick. Just as I was about to zone out into one of those chemfuck fantasies, I saw a body standing in the doorway. (Well, more like weaving back and forth.) I forced myself to focus on the image, and made out what appeared to be a well-built Asian man in his forties. He was clearly spun, and just a little out of control, wearing a red swimmer's jock and a leather armband around his right bicep. Holding onto the door frame to steady himself, he leaned in far enough to see the TV screen. "Fuck, yeah, man!" he managed to get out. "I need to get fucked - - - bad!" I scooted toward the edge of the mattress and stood up. He was a little startled - clearly not having seen me on the bed. "Whoa - - - dude - - - you're hot!" he stared, placing a hand on my chest. "And you're fucked up," I grinned back, reaching out to steady him. His hand slid down my abs 'til he reached my cock - - - which he encircled at the base with his fingers and tugged. "Fuck!" he said, staring down at my meat, as if it and I were not connected. The chems were definitely making him VERY familiar with me - - - and I was enjoying the hell out of the attention! (Nuthin' like a total stranger's hand on your dickmeat!) Beads of sweat ran down his muscled chest, obviously burning up from the amount of meth in his system. "Want some water?" I asked, reaching down and grabbing a plastic water bottle. "Cool - thanks man!" he paused, unscrewing the cap and and downing about half of it. He put the cap back on and tossed it on the bed, refocusing on exploring my body. He fixated on the shiny PA, rolling it back and forth through my piss slit. "You fuck with that?" he said, still mesmerized by my cock. "When I'm hard, I do," I said in a low growl - switching gears into my "top" mindset. "I want it man," he said, finally raising his eyes to mine. "I want your cock in me!" He climbed on the bed doggy-style, and reached back to pull his muscled cheeks apart. In the flickering light from the TV, I could see a partially-open hole that was pulsating in and out. Knowing that "I need to be fucked" mindset myself, I kneeled down behind him, scooped a couple fingers of Crisco/J-lube out of the can on the bed and started working his hole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk mannnnnnnnn!!!!!" he moaned, gyrating his ass like a cockwhore. I could tell I didn't need to be gentle with this one, and I turned up the heat with a third finger and a rough, twisting motion to make his ass gape even more! When he got a little too wild on the bed, I used my free hand to deliver a few sharp slaps to his asscheeks. "Oh fuck! Thank you, sir! Whatever you want, sir!" he immediately complied. "Fuck yeah, boy!" I responded. "You gonna let me use that fuckin' hole?" I added. "YES SIR!" he barked. I grabbed the squirt bottle of J-lube, and pressed the open tip into his gaping hole, squeezing the bottle to inject a healthy amount of the warm, gelatinous lube. "Oh fuck! Thank you, sir!" he replied. As high as he was, he was definitely into 'the scene' and knew the drill well - - - (one thing I like about playing with more mature guys...). I grabbed my Kris Lord dildo and slid it up and down the slimy crack of his ass, getting it good and covered with lube (not to mention the white ring of Crisco behind the flared head from when it had been up my ass earlier!). "Ya want your ass filled, boy?" I asked, more out of warning than negotiation. "Yes, sir! Please, sir!" he begged, assuming a totally submissive position on the black rubber sheet. I positioned the wide head of the dildo against his flared rosebud and began to apply pressure. He grunted, trying to push his ass open, and I continued to push with one hand, while massaging his ass muscle with my free fingers. "Uunnnnghhhhh!" he moaned as the head popped in. I kept the pressure constant, and twisted the rubber cock slightly to get him used to it. He grabbed a stray bottle of poppers rolling around on the bed and inhaled deeply. When he was done, and the cap was screwed on, I added some more pressure (along with a twist) and the thick log started sliding in. "Aawwwwwwwwwwwgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! he moaned in ecstasy, as his hole was filled with the obscenely thick cock. "That's it boy! Take that big fuckin' dick!" I growled, seating the heavy mass of rubber deeply into his ass, grinding the textured balls so he would know it was in all the way. "Oh my fucking God, man!!!" he panted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!" Gobs of lube oozed out of his hole and dripped in long, sticky ropes onto the black rubber sheet. When I was sure that he'd gotten the full effect of the massive cock, I took my hand off the base. Amazingly, it stayed seated firmly in his muscle hole! I scooped a handful of excess lube off the sheets, and began massaging it around the juncture of the dildo and his ass ring. "Mmmmmm," he purred in thanks. Little by little, the pornstar cock eased its way out, showing the tightly stretched sphincter gripping the veiny cock. This guy had excellent muscle control, as he slowly released the big dong. His hole must have been on fire, because the big piece of rubber had the heat of a human cock as it slid out. When it was all the way out, I grabbed the bottle of warm J-lube and squirted a liberal amount back into his gaping hole. "Ohhhh yessss! Thank you, SIR!!!!" he managed to say. I dipped the four fingers of my left hand easily into the warm cave of his ass. "Oohhhhhhh!" he moaned, lowering his upper body and forcing his ass up. My hand rotated easily in the sloppy goo of lube and ass juice and leftover cum. "Like that, pig?" I asked, widening my palm to stretch him out further. "Yessir!" he panted. "Nice fuckhole you got there, pig!" I said. "Thankyousir," he whispered. I reached my right hand underneath him, and pulled his cock out of the red jock pouch. He was wearing a chrome cockring and rubber ballstretcher, giving some bulk to his package - which he clearly needed, as Tina had taken any chance of an erection away! But the distraction worked, because as I encircled his shriveled cock and balls with my thumb and index finger and tugged, I folded the thumb of my left hand in toward my palm and slid my fist in his fuck tunnel! "Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck!!! he panted like a bitch in childbirth. "That's it, pig. Take my fuckin' fist! Fuckin'tinawhoreyouknowyoubeenwantin'togetfistfuckedallnightlonggetyourfuckin'tweakedholestretchedwidebyabigleatherstud-fuckin'pig,yeah!!!!!!!" I chanted in a neverending stream of twisted, chemmed-up sex talk. "Uh-huh," he whimpered, completely giving his ass over to me. The sight of my hairy forearm planted deep in his hole, and the constant ooze of lube drooling on the rubber sheet, made my cock fill with blood. I scooped some of the jelly-like lube up from the sheet and smeared it on my pulsing dick. The flickering light from the fuck video shown on my glistening tool and made it look even bigger and harder! The Asian's ass was making some nasty sucking sounds, as my fist twisted in and out, widening the gaping hole. "Ya want some cock, pig?" I asked, vibrating my fist in his hole. "YES SIR! PLEASE SIR! I need your cock in me!" he pleaded. Not wanting to risk losing my hard-on, I roughly pulled my closed fist out of his ass, and lined my deathstick up to his open gape. The PA entered easily, so I leaned forward and slammed my cock all the way to the balls in one stroke. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled, pushing his ass back and grinding against my clipped pubes. "Fuck me Daddy! Breed by fuckin' hole!" he begged. I placed my left hand on his waist and my right on his shoulder for leverage, and then began drilling his hole real good! Damn! His hole was burning hot! Part from the abuse of the fisting - - - and part from whatever drugs he was taking. "Ya got a hot fuckhole, boy! Makin' Daddy's cock feel real good, pig!" I praised him. "Uh-huh," he panted, obviously enjoying my fat cock and the "00" gauge PA bangin' his prostate. I fucked the pig for a good 15-20 minutes, enjoying the feel of being inside another man - the power of my cock to deliver pain and pleasure - the seedy nature of breeding a total stranger in cheap plywood cubicle in the middle of dozens of other rooms full of men fucking other men! We were both dripping in sweat from the exertion of fucking and the multiple chems in our veins. "Lookit that, pig," I said, briefly stopping my pounding. He raised his head, and looked into the wall-sized mirror where I was pointing. "Fuckin' hot, man! Two pigs goin' at it. Ya look fuckin' good with my cock in your hole," I rattled. He made movements like one of those cartoon characters, trying to determine if what he was seeing was another person, or his own reflection. "Fuck!" he finally said in realization that he was looking at himself. "That is so fuckin' hot!" he said, flexing his muscles and wiggling his ass as if there was a camera taking our picture. I pulled all the way out, letting him see the size of my cock and the shiny steel ring piercing the cockhead. "Suck it, pig!" I ordered. He quickly changed position and took me down his throat. "Yeah! Taste your fuckin' nasty hole on my cock!" I growled. "Mmmmm-hmmmmmm!" he moaned, wrapping his tongue this way and that around the veiny shaft. "Lookit yourself, pig!" I said, grabbing his head and positioning him so he could see us in the mirror. Fuck, yeah! Lookit that fuckin' cocksucker cleanin' off his Daddy's cock." "Mmm-hmm, mumph, umph, mmmmmmmm! he moaned, drooling a steady stream of saliva onto the rubber sheet. In the bright flicker of light from the TV, I noticed something sticking out of the waistband of his jock. I reached back and pulled out a small baggie - full of T! "Hmmmmmmm!" I said, shaking the baggie in front of his eyes. "What the fuck do we have here?" He stopped sucking - but didn't take his mouth off my cock. "I said - what the fuck is this - - - PIG!" shaking the baggie again. He slowly pulled off my cock, sat back on his heels, and stared at me like a kid who'd been caught smoking. "Looks to me like we got ourselves a fuckin' methpig!" I said slowly and clearly. "That why you're so hungry to get fucked, pig?" I asked. He nodded, passively, looking like he was afraid I was going to turn him in to the cops. "How 'bout we try this shit out an' see if it's any good?" I teased, prying the end of the baggie open. Still silent, he nodded his head in agreement. I pulled out a good-sized shard and held it up so he could see it in the light from the TV. "Show me your ass, pig!" I barked. He laid on his back and pulled his legs up toward his head - nicely exposing his wrecked hole. "You like Tina in your hole, pig? " I asked. "Uh-huh," he nodded eagerly. "Push it out! Show me you fuckin' want it!" I teased again. His dark, wrinkled assring pulsed open and closed like an undersea creature. "So, tell me how much of a crystal meth whore you are, pig?" I asked, holding the shard up on my index finger. (I think he was afraid it was going to fall and get lost in the mess of bodily fluids on the bed, but it was securely stuck to my finger with dried J-lube.) "I'm a fucking crystal pig, SIR!" he answered, hoping it was the right answer. "Yeah?" I countered. "Not very convincing," I added. "Tell me what this shit does to you," I pressed. "Makes me fucking horny, SIR! Makes me wanna get fucked! Makes my ass hungry! Makes me hungry for big cock, SIR!" he rattled on, hoping that one was the right answer. "That's better," I said encouragingly. "And if I slide this rock up your ass, are you gonna be my fuckin' pigslave?" "Uh-huh!" he nodded. "You gonna do whatever I tell you?" I pushed. Uh-huh!" he nodded again. "Uh-huh, WHAT? PIG!" I yelled. "Uh - - - YES SIR!" he caught on. I inserted two fingers from my left hand into his anus and spread them apart to open his hole. Then, carefully, I slid my right index finger with the shard into the puckered, beat-up manhole. I could tell when he felt the burn - his body relaxed as he accepted the much-needed drug into his system. "That's a good boy!" I praised him. "We're gonna keep you so fucked up and so horny and so full o' cock - - -" I pulled my finger out - covered in his ass slime - and shoved it in my mouth - sucking the ass juice and lube and leftover "T" under my tongue! I stood up and removed my leather vest, and replaced it with a heavy leather harness. The pig was sliding around in the pool of lube, trying to find something to shove in his ass. "Stay there, pig!" I ordered. "Lay on your back and spread your hole!" He did as he was told, pulling his asslips apart and pushing out a substantial rosebud. I walked over to the door and opened it slowly, peering out into the cool air of the hallway. There were the usuals, walking by, looking for cock to suck or typical vanilla sex. A youngish couple headed down the hallway in their skimpy, raggedy towels, slung low on their hips. They gave me the once-over, checking out my leathers and exposed cock. "Hey guys. How's it goin'?" I asked. "Better, now!" the buffer one grinned, lightly rubbing his hand against my greasy cock. His boyfriend seemed a little annoyed. "Gotta whore in here that needs fucked," I stated, opening the door wide so they could see the pig on the bed. The smaller one peeked in, and immediately backed out, as if he was afraid of being trapped inside. His bigger boyfriend stepped all the way in for a good look. In the reflection of the mirror, I saw him reach under his towel and tug on his cock. "Jesus, Trent - - - come on!" the smaller one whined, grabbing his friend by the arm. Reluctantly, "Trent" backed out of the room and followed his friend down the hallway - the two obviously getting into a little lover's quarrel as they walked away. I could almost bet on seeing Trent a little later... No more action in the hall, so I decided I'd better go on the hunt. "Over here, pig!" I barked. The pig crawled over to the edge of the bed. I dug through the army duffle bag until I found a slave collar and leash. Fastened the collar around the pig's neck and snapped on the leash. "Stand up, pig!" I ordered. He obediently put his feet on the floor and stood at attention with his head down. I grabbed the glass pipe and held the torch under the bowl until the pipe filled with thick, white smoke - then inhaled deeply into my lungs. With my free hand, I pushed the pig's face toward mine, sealed my lips over his and shotgunned the hit into his lungs. Repeated the process twice more - and we were ready to hot the halls! We covered the third floor quickly - no action there. Then headed up a flight of stairs to the rooftop deck. There were a few guys hanging out in the hot tub, but no serious action. I tugged on the leash, and led the pig back down to the third floor. As we were getting ready to go down another flight of stairs, I heard the shower start up. We walked down the hall to the small bathroom with a single shower stall. The curtain was partially drawn, but I wanted to check it out. "Get down on your knees, pig! I need to piss!" I said in a voice loud enough to be heard in the shower. The pig eagerly positioned himself in front of the urinal, knowing that he was going to get more chems in my piss. I spread his mouth open with my right hand and aimed my cock with my left. The sound of the running water encouraged my flow, and soon the pig was gulping down a hefty load of T-laced urine. I looked to my right, and saw that the guy in the shower had pushed back the curtain, and was stroking a beautiful uncut cock! "Need to piss?" I asked. "He's real thirsty."