alexonfire

My boy is perfect for me, he is cute, smart, small, blond, masc, and a sexy little 18 year old jock boy. Pervy as they come in his head but with no clue how to have sex properly. While I enjoy fucking his tight hole when he is not fully able to take me and I cum quick as he moans in pain mostly, I really wanted him to fully enjoy it and for his hole to open up. Instead of wasting time with smoking and going to parties and all the fuss and mess of that world I called up an old buddy of mine from my old partying days and scored a small bag. Now every time when we have enough time to recover I break off a small rock, put it to the side. I get my boy and his hole warmed up. Usually start with some heavy drinking. Vodka mixed with Smart Water Recharge (for hydration). I eat that tight ass boi hole for hours and massage him and get him feeling amazing. He always begs me to fuck to fuck him as only “his big bro could”. Once his hole is open enough and lubed up just from my spit, and my cock rock hard in anticipation of transforming him into my own personal “lil bro” sex doll, I put the tiny rock into my piss slit and rocket launch my cock into him. Fuck there is no better feeling in the world then watching him transform before my eyes. His legs above my shoulders, body laid out to sacrifice before me. Seeing the hunger in his eyes grow as he moans out from the burning and tries to throw me off, but also grinds his ass back up on my cock. Soon enough his ass transforms and puffs up around my cock enveloping it in the most perfect teen cock sleeve you can imagine. The way he begs for my cock and load is like a chorus from heaven (or hell). I pound the fuck out of his hole, stopping only to eat out his ass, and maybe get some of the residual chems for myself to prolong the frenzy. We go for hours. Mostly in that position, or with him ridding me glaring into my eyes begging for more as he squats on my cock and I piston fuck the crap out of him. We talk a mad game about other men coming to use him and whoring him out, But in that moment I’d not share that ass with a single other soul. It’s too perfect, and just for me. Four or five loads and many hours later we are exhausted, I’m barely high and pass out, he’s a bit more energetic and so after we cuddle and I pass out he cleans up our room and readies a post fuck feast (usually take out or delivery - he’s fucked up). We eat, then sleep more. It’s a perfect little trip to the most incredible sex that no one needs to know about. We don’t record it. It’s just for us two. But I do get a kick of seeing how still affected by the comedown he is the next day when I have to drop off electrolytes or food to his work. A little reminder that I made him my whore the day before.

Is it on purpose or an accident that this forum template follows the normal chem sex hookup protocols. Trips and the rules of the host. Gossip and a discussion of the last load. Cock sucking, general bb stories, hiv fetish, and then getting high and and then of course chem sex. And how the kinks follow the trend from innocently wanting to be bred, into being a castrated tranny living in a bathhouse taking loads?

I had read every chem sex story on this site before running head first into the chem sex world during a hard time with more than enough free time. And I made most of my favourites into reality, despite the poor focus of most of my playmates. I had a blast, how couldn’t I have? But the thing that all these chem sex stories miss out is what happens after the sex ends. The awkward goodbyes, the terrible comedowns. The emptiness often associated with it. And with the many people who are just looking for connection willing to ruin lives with a pipe, a light, and a few bucks of meth. And what most bottoms don’t understand is that the best tops aren’t looking for anyone to corrupt that has even seen any of these stories. There is a huge difference between those who use drugs as an enhancement for sex and those who use sex as an excuse to do drugs. Even if any of these stories accurately describe a hookup, they are all fiction because they just encompass a small snapshot in time and don’t include the details of any of the hurt that came before or after. Still once someone has made a monster of their own animal lust no amount of hiding it away and out of sight can allow them to fully cage it. These stories often provide me a happy chance to remember the feeling of being high without the need to be high.

I like to piss on myself, and into my mouth, while waiting for the water to heat up in the shower or in my bath. While standing up. I always get covered in a bit of piss at least. If my piss is too yellow, my flow would never be strong enough to reach my mouth. If it’s too watered down, I likely had to go pee so bad I did it in the toilet and I don’t mind because I would have been inundated with a liquid I could barely taste the filth of. My favorite is when my flow is just strong enough that only a mouth full or two reach my lips. That’s the perfect piss to drink. When it’s not too strong, not too watered down. And not too much piss gets in my mouth. Just the right amount. It tastes fucking great, it feels hot as hell, and it always gets me horned up. Sometimes it gets me horned up enough to turn off the shower.