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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!

Same for me - Crisco and J-lube on a dildo to open up - then every cock I can get!!! The guys love my ass!

Fuck! So hoT!!! Can't wait for the next chapter. Sounds like one of my trips to the baths!

OMFG!!! Five fuckin' OINKS!!! Great writing! My hole felt every knuckle, as Ivan's hand entered your butt!!

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!

Here's my list - all for different reasons: Jan Losch Christian Herzog Steve Hurley Flex Corey Jay Jeff Palmer Mason Garet Drew Peters Kirk Nadir That would make a great party!

So FFuckin' hoT, man!!! Great writing! Feels like I'm right there with you, havin' Ivan's thick tongue deep in my hungry chemhole! I've had some hot mover's, but nothing like this - can't wait for the next chapter!!!

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.

So fuckin' righT down my alley, man!!!

I started out barebacking in the pre-AIDS days. Then, for about 20 years, I religiously used condoms, hoping for a cure. Finally, around the year 2000, I found myself single and going to the baths for sex. Putting on a condom juct made my dick go limp, and I saw plenty of bare sex going on between other guys. It was about this time that I also really got into partying with Miss Tina. All the guys that I was attracted to were either poz, or barebacking, or both. The sensation of my bare cock sliding into a warm ass, or a raw cock pounding my hole, is what really turned the corner for me. Bareback porn was just a confirmation of my decision.

NuThin' like raw cock on Tina!!! Best sex ever!

I've got at least fifteen different cockrings, ranging from the heavy chrome donuts, to plain leather, to studded leather, to leather w/attached leather ballstretcher, to neoprene, to cheap rubber. Something about a man wearing a cockring - - - says he's there for sex - - - brings extra attention to the fucktool - - - adds to that masculine, leatherman, badboy image. I always wear one when I'm headed out to the bar or the baths - helps to show a nice bulge in a tight pair of 501s! Like the neoprene or rubber ones to wear with a Speedo at the beach or a gay resort. What can I say - I'm a slutty exhibitionist....

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.

When I go to the baths, I usually plan on spending at least 24 hours there. So, I pack a variety of 'equipment' including things to wear. The mood may change as the night wears on and the bars let out. The classic towel that the bathhouse hands out is a safe bet (I've been known to ask for two - a decent one to actually dry off with after a shower - and an old, tattered one to wear when cruising...). A jockstrap is also good, if you're nervous about the towel falling off. Leather and rubber are great if you're not the only one - although, I've brought some guys out of the leather closet (so to speak) by walking around in my harness or vest. Most of the bathhouses I've been to don't openly allow total nudity, except in your room or the wet areas or dark rooms. Sometimes, if you're in between fucks, it's nice to have an old pair of gym shorts to pull on to run down to the front desk or get a soft drink. All that said, watch what others are wearing, and wear what feels comfortable to you. And have fun!

"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.

FFuckin' hoT story, man! Were you at the Clubhouse II? One of my favorite, nasty bathhouses! Small - but the guys I've met there are there for sex.

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's 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. 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, loaded with a slam. "Ya wanna fly?" he asked, holding the thin hypos in the palm of his hand. "You think he's safe to do it with?" I asked, a little nervous (and paranoid).

Awesome story! Sounds like we've traveled a similar path to the dark side!!!

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!"

I always bring a few "toys" to the baths - for several reasons: 1- I like to open up and make sure I'm clean before getting fucked. 2- It may be slow, and I don't want to waste my time not getting my ass worked over. 3- It usually indicates that I like to get fucked (or fisted) - no blow jobs or hand jobs. 4- I'm a size queen, and you better have a decent-sized cock if you're gonna fuck me. 5- If there are no tops around, bottoms can play too! 6- If it bothers some guys, I'm probably not your type. Havings said all that, I would keep the toys in your room, rather than parading them around the club.

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:

One time I was at the baths, and a FB of mine who knew I was into heavy assplay hooked me up with this hot boy. He was wearing a black jockstrap and had an XL buttplug stuffed in his hole. After about an hour of some serious dildo play, he begged me to fuck him. While I was powerfucking his loose hole with my pierced cock, his hole was making these nasty, obscene slurping/fuck fart sounds. Got me hard as a rock! He apologized for be so loose. I just slapped his ass, and told him "That's how a fuckin' nasty pighole should sound!"