rough-one

what was the comic that inspired you?

I tried to find his music page but sadly it doesn't exist anymore - he kept records of his music on a personal website. Lost to time I guess

Had a great time in Brisbane. Continue pls

This is a great story and I love your other one too, you've a great gift in storytelling . Thank you!

Fisting in a Berlin-based story? Lol - I think that can be done.

Previously… Fireworks were going off in my brain as noise rushed up to a crescendo and stayed there in a fog of slaps and groans. All around me my senses turned to sex. Fingers scraped across my back. Men were groaning in pleasure all around me. Orson gagged by my right ear. Karl offered me his nuts to bathe again. Mashing his cock against my cheeks I sensed out and reached out to my right and made contact with what I think was Theo’s cock. I pulled it gently from Orson’s mouth and lapped at the side of it, feeling Orson’s lips meet mine across the shaft. Karl butted his cock in and it was a free for all. We fought over each cock like kids who wouldn’t be content playing each with one toy, we both had to have both of them. We playfully wrestled lips and locked jaws, sometimes totally forgetting the two cocks altogether, till they made their presence known again and then other times tried to deepthroat them or blow two at the same time. All the while Jay increasingly pistoned in and out of me. Sometimes I think that if I could rewind time, I’d go back to that point every night for the sheer pleasure and stimulus overload. Whatever had been fucked into me was pure magical bliss and I was only getting started on it. Right so… Jay pulled out of me and with a few grunted words, Karl pulled out as well. I could feel them clamber over me and I was quickly plugged up at both sides again. Karl’s massive tool dove in deep, and I just kept thinking “thank fuck Jay went first”. Karl was not an elegant lover. Well, who is at 19? Thankfully I was riding high on all the uppers in my system, behind my half-cocked (pun-intended) blindfold, my pupils were just black plates and I just kept feeling the rush come up the top of my head and run down my skin in a wave of sensations. My nose and mouth both were full of chemical smells and tastes after all the G and Coke that had passed through them, but I was feeling in control, in charge – of my fate, my orgasms, everything. Bringing this newly-realised sense of control to the fore, I managed to get Karl to stabilise his bucking rhythm and started to really focus on riding the monster inside me. I started to control my ass walls and swallow up that bucking teen. I could send my awareness back to my puffy swollen hole and feel the rhythmic pounding against my pleasure button prostate. Man I was getting into this. My whole fuck tunnel started to open up as his rhythm got smoother. I heard Theo mutter something to Orson and they moved away and Jay shoved further down my throat. Even though I was really focussed on being fucked, it was hot getting Jay’s ass-to-mouth cock. It was a power trip making me clean off his tool. The tastes of my ass juice and Lee’s cum were a drug all to themselves and I sucked and licked every bit of that funk off Jay’s massive organ. I mashed his dick up against my upper lip and wiped it across my nose, inhaling my heady smell. I engulfed Jay’s piece again and matched my fuck rhythm with my blow rhythm. “This is who I am now” my thoughts kept telling me – a primal fucktoy – filled with cum, used by whores. My sweaty body was being plowed from both sides by 24 inches of prime BBC. The white cream of the Oreo getting squeezed between two dom black cookies. Karl’s thrusts were getting more and more insistent now and I kept my concentration on matching his increasing speed. “Here he goes I thought…” and then he pulled out! What? My hole was throbbing and gaping. I pulled off of Jay and ripped the blindfold off. Had I said something? I wasn’t amazed at Karl’s technique but I wasn’t about to lose a 12 inch straight boy’s cock at an orgy! I realised I was fingering my hole, trying to feel full again. I turned my gurning face back to see Simon and Kurk standing behind me. Kurk was looking thoroughly pissed off, his blue watery eyes had an icy flash to them as he zeroed in on me. I turned and scrambled onto my back; what bullshit was Simon playing at now? My drug-fucked brain knew I should be wary and cautious with Kurk and probably Simon too, but I was way past subtlety and nuance at this point. I made eye contact with Simon and he laughed at me. “I caught young Kurk up with your history.” He lead Kurk by the hand and positioned him in front of my hole. Kurk’s cock bobbed still half hard. Simon grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I saw Theo, Orson and Gavin looking on ready to intervene but I shook my head at them. Whatever was going to happen here, had to happen. Kurk locked eyes with me again as I heard Simon in the distance. “I did some research Mike. You wrote more articles about the Robinson scandal than any other journalist. I showed Kurk. I told him, he should confront the guy who had lead the media feeding frenzy, give him a taste of what being fucked is like”. I felt Simon push my ankles up and my ass correspondingly went up till I felt the heavy tap of Kurk’s cockhead at my entrance. Kurk kept a dead-eyed stare with me. He reached down and angled his cock and pushed – no lube, and shoved into me. Thank fuck that Lee’s cum was in there already and I’d been thoroughly opened up by Orson, Jay and then Karl. Kurk shoved his dry dick straight into my well fucked hole and started furiously pumping. He leaned in to me and bringing his face level with my face, hocked and spit right into my eyes. “You fucking PRICK!” He said and emphasised the word “Prick” with a deep thrust that banged right into my prostate. This hate fuck was meant to be painful I’m sure, but I was so into it. My sneaky journo brain felt I should put up a charade of fear – let Kurk feel he was getting his money’s worth. The boys were at the side of me, starting to push Kurk away and I turned to then and through the spit looked each of them and shook my head and said “this has been coming a long time lads. It’s OK.” Orson sat by me, put a protective hand on my shoulder and said “Kurk, I know what it’s like to get fucked over by the press” Kurk turned to him and said “really? Did the press stake out your home, drive you from the country, tell everyone about your sex life, so you couldn’t even walk the streets without hearing the sound of “here’s to you Mrs Robinson” every-fucking-where you went?” Orson started to reply, “well no…” Kurk cut him off and continued. “I was a fucking pariah! I had to leave everything. The Robinsons cut off all contact. Fuck – even my sister barely talks to me. The police were grilling me for ages about that fucking café! I lost the business. I was broke as fuck. It wasn’t till Simon approached me that I had any fucking hope”. I stifled a moan – each time Kurk said the word fuck or fucking he thrust a hate-fuck into me. My ass was on fire. This was so much hotter than the K’d-up sex we’d had earlier – which was amazing but in a different way. I barely remembered whether it was Iain or Kurk fucking me during that fuck, but here I felt every throbbing ridge of his hardness driving deep into my cunt. I worried that I might have closed my eyes too long in pleasure and opened them with an affected look of fear on them. “Kurk, look I’m sorry…” Spit. Another score straight into my mouth. Damn this was hot. But I had to play it cool otherwise he might stop. “You don’t get to fucking (thrust) talk to me, you fucking (thrust) whore! You’re the one that paid my ex-mate Gary to tell you about the fucking time I told Iris that I had cancer just to keep her away and try to break it off. You think I wanted my aunts and uncles seeing that? You fucking shit-fuck prick! My uncle rang me up and as soon as I told him I wasn’t dying, he called my a lying sinner and hung up and hasn’t spoken to me since.” Ok, ow – this was getting a bit uncomfortable now. And like it or not, my terrier instincts as a tabloid journo were bubbling up. “Oh right – your Uncle Ned yeah? Leader of the Carrickfergus branch of the Free Pressie* Church? Cause do ya think he’d be talking to ya if he saw what you were up to right now?” *Pressie was short for Presbyterian, though the FPC were not to be confused with normal presbyterians – the FPC were a particularly vicious fringe church that’d been set up when the normal Presbyterians kicked their crazies out. For Americans – think of the difference between normal Baptists and the Westboro Baptist Church. Kurk snarled, and thrust, and spat back at me. “Fuck you you rat-bastard. You had no right to fuck over my entire life”. I snarled back. “Oh and your lover Iris had every right to say we gays are all worse than pedos? I’m sorry you got caught in the crossfire, but didja ever think what the shite she was saying was doing to young gays hearing it?” “You ruined my life!” “I pulled the wool from your eyes – she was a toxic bitch who deserved everything she got” He didn’t like hearing that. His thrusts pounded me deeper, harsher. My buzz was wearing thin. “You didn’t know her the way I did. She was there for me when my da passed. She was everything to me.” “Hey Kurk, I dunno when she started blurring the lines, but at some point you decided enough was enough too – you broke things off with her” He slowed down. The thrusting grew more mechanical, less furious. “I didn’t know how to break it off with her, and she then started demanding the money back from the café, and she got all stressed… and then the BBC story broke…” I reached up and stroked his back. I started “look, I know I’m no fucking angel. Fuck. I can’t imagine what it was like with all those stories coming out. Orson here knows – we’ve had our fight too. But you know now Iris is, at the very best, a really problematic character. She’s never apologised for what’s she’s said to the gay community. And I am truly sorry your life was raked over coals cause of her. I’m sorry for the pain any articles I wrote gave you. I guess it was easy just to see you as a baby FPC rightwing nutjob who was fucking the DUP leader’s wife. I didn’t know or care how it all made you feel.” As I stroked his back I saw his eyes soften in the gaze. I wiped the spit from my face. “Look if it makes you feel better, my life was dragged through coals by Orson’s crazy ex-fag hag. She wrote letters to my family and the family for my three ex-boyfriends outing us all as being gay and in a polyamorous relationship. Up until tonight I thought it was Orson himself who did it, which is why I was a wanker to him in the press. I had to work hard to build up a new support network while my family took their time to get over it. My exes left the fucking country, they couldn’t handle it. I still miss them”. Kurk slowed his thrusting down to a comfortable level. “This doesn’t excuse you the way you used me.” I replied “no it doesn’t but I guess I can be empathetic, and I honestly mean it – I’m sorry for what I did to contribute to your media hounding. Since I’ve known you here you’ve shown me your softer side – you were there for me when Sven went too far, and again when I needed to hide out in the bathroom. Together on the Ketamine, I’ll always cherish that experience. It was beautiful” As he looked at me I could see the anger melt. We were all too drugged up for any lasting anger anyways – it wasn’t as if we were on PCP or anything. I stroked the side of his face. “Say Kurk, what is it you’ve been up to since the café folded – I know you went abroad for a bit?” He shook his head, “I tried my luck at New Zealand and Oz, but the funds ran out and picking veggies doesn’t keep you in either country. Simon represented me pro-bono before I left, and well I guess he saw something on me that I didn’t cause it wasn’t long after my return that he let me stay here, free of charge and all I had to do was be his Dealer Dog. After the whole Iris mess I don’t care who I fuck as long as I could get my dick wet.” I looked up at him, and taking a risk said “that’s not true. Noone could fuck me, even in revenge the way you’re doing now, not without liking the cock a little bit!” That broke the ice a bit and though it was one of the weirdest fucks I had, it also was one of the most pleasurable as Kurk slowed down and took his time. After a long bout of simple fucking, where Orson left me, satisfied I wasn’t going to get beaten up, to hop back on Theo’s cock and Simon chuckled and left us alone too, Kurk explained how he’d been hiding out in Simon’s flat for the past two months as a houseboy, while trying to figure out how to reintegrate. A lightbulb went off in my head. “I know how I can make amends Kurk! I know people in UTV – They’re scouting for Love Island right now – you have to own your notoriety – and look at you – you’re fit enough to get through and your narrative will be all about redemption and learning to stand on your own two feet.” Kurk pulled out and lay beside me, and we chatted about how I could draw up some profile articles in the run-up to this show as well as some good opinion pieces about “call-out culture” and the damage it does, using his case as a prime example. I put him in touch with a friend that ran a public speaking school and promised that within two years I’d make him a bankable celebrity. Kurk looked at me as I laid out the last stage of my plans – of getting him a talk show with Michaela McCollam, who as a reformed drug mule party girl from Dungannon who was imprisoned in Peru for two years for trying to smuggle coke back to Ibiza was already working her own redemption narrative. “Do you think it will work?” he said quietly. “I know it will” and leaned over and kissed him, leaning into the jaw locking snog – it was the most intimate connection we’d made all night… At that point, my memory gets foggy. I know later on the Sunday night I fucked Gavin and Orson and Andreas but eventually about 4am on the Sunday I limped home to crash and call in sick to the Sun on Monday. Later on the Monday I checked into the free clinic near me and got a PEP cause I couldn’t quite remember how many had dumped a load in me, but I knew enough to be cautious. While there I bumped into Kurk, Gavin and Padraic again – we’d all had the same idea. Kurk’s incognito hoody just made him even sexier looking. We arranged to head back to mine and have some joints. Passing the joint around we all recapped the party to eachother – firming our drugaddled memories, and I more soberly looked up my contacts for Kurk and rang one to arrange media training. All in all it was a mental weekend, and it freed me from a lot of hang-ups about the gays in Belfast. I got more and more involved in the gay power-player scene once they realised I wasn’t going to spill their secrets. I helped Kurk relaunch himself as a passable celebrity – he’s currently taking dance lessons for the next “Dancing with the Stars” and more importantly has publicly distanced himself from the homophobia of the Robinsons. He even agreed to an interview with Attitude magazine, not topless but in two very tight fitting tank tops. We get together and do lines and fuck at least once a month – between him, and Orson who calls over to get stoned when Tadhg is in a mood, and Padraic who is always horny as fuck and does yoga around the corner from me now, I’ve my plate full – my ass is exploring the wild and wonderful world of bottoming and each of them are such different lovers. The roughest of all of them is Theo who occasionally calls over to my office late at night with a delivery (typically a mix of coke, MDMA and pills), we usually do lines and he piledrives me into the office couch, dumping a load deep in my guts – still maintaining his heterosexuality and I don’t doubt it – I’m just glad girls who’ll take the pounding I’ll take are harder to find. I reached out to Kevin, Joe and Andrew, upon Orson’s insistence actually. He’d found out we all thought he’d been the one behind the awful letters and he wanted to set the record straight. It was pretty cathartic to contact them all and we all agreed to meet up in London in a year. Orson was sitting beside me after I sent the last facebook message. I leaned over and thanked him with a kiss – it felt good to clear the air. Buoyed up on this good energy, I pushed him back onto my bed and milked his dick of two loads before the end of the night. Orson wanted to try for a third but I insisted he go home and plant it in his husband. I know Orson would leave him for me, but I’m not a homewrecker, and I’m currently happier on my own. Recently I was at the Belfast Pride gay business networking party “Up on the Roof”, seeing a few familiar faces, when my mate Con nods over at Sven, still bartending, and started to speculate about him. I chuckled, knowing he’d never believe it if I told him about the party, when I felt a tap on my shoulder – it was Simon, with Alan. Both dressed in matching Armani suits, both still looking too tan and too hot for Belfast. They looked at Con and asked if they could “borrow me” for a bit. I went over with them to their table, leaving Con open-mouthed. Simon started “so it’s been a few months, and we’ve seen what you’ve done with Kurk. I know we’ve not got the best track record but we wanted to thank you for getting him that talkshow job.” Alan interjected “yeah, and getting his mopey arse out of the apartment. Don’t get me wrong. I love the lad but he needed direction badly.” I chuckled “Glad to help. He did pretty well in Love Island also” Alan smiled “yeah, we were gutted he only got third place though. We thought he could’ve gone all the way” Simon continued “well I just wanted you to know that if you want to, there’ll be another Titanic party tonight from 10pm.” I looked at the two of them “will you two promise there won’t be any more weird rapey vibes you two were throwing down last time?” Simon snorted “look, we were doing a lot of coke that last time, I know it’s only an explanation, not an excuse…” Alan continued “yeah, look, we’re both sorry, you’ve nothing to fear there.” Then, standing closer to me so I could smell his expensive Hermes eau du rhubarb écarlate cologne, he added, “y’know, we really would like to physically show you how sorry we both are” “How about I call over with you now? I’ve some of Theo’s MDMA I’ve been waiting for the right time to use…” Poor Con would have to be left hanging tonight… The end. Thanks guys for all the great comments. I’ll no doubt be starting a new series soon – I’m thinking about setting it in Berlin next. If you’ve any suggestions please do let me know. Cheers. S.

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Previously… The rimmer moved away, I heard a raspy hock and spit sound and felt a small wad of spit land expertly on my hole. I could see where this was going. After one or two seconds I felt the bed shift and the familiar tap-tapping of their cock, only this cock-head was massive… Way bigger than any of the guys in the room. Oh fuck! Right so… A massive cock like that tapping at my hole could only mean one thing. “Jay?” No wait the guy had facial hair. “Karl?” I heard a chuckle as he inched a little more pressure against my pucker. “Yeh mate, I got orders to fuck your pussy good”. Karl’s use of the word pussy made me cringe a little but his cockney accent softened it somewhat. Who could be pissed at someone who sounded like Del-Boy from Only Fools and Horses? Karl continued, “are you ready for me yet?” I thought about Karl’s massive dong, a hooded 12 inch West-Indian cock. I remembered my last encounter with him and Jay. I could almost make a pro/con list of reasons I could be fucked by him. Instead of pro and con, I was thinking of an ass-opening/ass-closing list. Ass-opening I was opened up by Orson I was still pretty high Karl was cute as fuck Ass-closing Karl was 12 inches Karl was young and maybe inexperienced Did I mention Karl was 12 inches?? Karl rubbed his heavy dick against my tender opening. My natural instinct was to close up especially since the girth alone felt far bigger than my ass would take, not even thinking about how deep it would go. I remembered what lead me down this bottoming path this weekend and reached back stroking Karl’s taut stomach, his abs were so fucking chiselled and hard they felt like marble. I asked “is Jay there?” I heard Jay pipe up somewhere near Karl, “I’m right behind him mate!” “Jay, can you start me off the way you started to downstairs, then Karl you take over? No criticism to you Karl, I’m just wanting Jay to prep me for that big cock first.” I heard nothing at first – had I offended Karl? Fuck! That wasn’t my intent. I started to think of ways I could back-pedal what I said, when there was a shift on the bed in front of me and a hand lifted my chin up. My lips were pressed against a heavy familiar hooded cock. Oh, good one! As my lips pressed against Karl’s girthy tip, I felt a finger rubbing up and down my crack. I opened my mouth, then readjusted my head position and opened my mouth wider – damn that head was big! I lifted my hand up and lowered the dick down a bit mentally figuring out just how I was gonna take this thing – at either end? As if to answer one of my questions, the questing finger found my hole, and started to circle the sensitive pucker, leaving a gritty trail in its wake. Good, Jay had picked up on what I was saying. There was no way I wanted to take either him or Karl without flying as high as possible, and a booty bump was just what the doctor ordered. Physically my body state was fully “up” after taking the synthetic ecstacy with Orson, but I just wanted to lift my hole up to that point of sheer pleasure and openness, and maybe also cause I was a drug-slut who couldn’t say no… nah, that’s beside the point. Since my body was fully “up” I was in a constant state of sensual arousal – the velvety head of Karl working past my lips was a sensual main-course so to speak, as was Jay’s dusted fingers working in my ass lips at the same time. Karl rested his hands on my shoulders and as if he and I were somehow empathically linked (don’t get me started on my theories of what E can do to your empathic abilities when high), he started massaging my shoulders, slowly inching his cock into me all the while. The shoulder massage was just as, if not more sensual than his thrusting cockhead and made my whole body relax and open up to this dual invasion. I felt the start of the inner tingle as Jay worked more powder into and past my sphincter. Then a chunk or rock of powder got worked up there by Jay. To this day I still have no clue what it was. I felt a sting as my juices started to break it down, but I was so relaxed at this point, and open to letting fully go. Theo was face-fucking Orson somewhere near me, and I knew both of them had my back. I could fully float free on whatever drug laden high was presented to me. Karl worked his massage down my back, then slowed around my lower back working out tension there I didn’t even know I had. My sweat acted as the perfect massage oil. My body was ready to take on this dual invasion. I felt Jay move his hands up to my ass cheeks and move in rhythm with Karl’s, giving me a four-hand massage. Seriously guys, if you’ve never had a four-hand massage by two people who know what they’re doing, you’ve got to drop all your shit right now and make it happen! You won’t regret it. One of the top experiences of my sexual life. Being on the uppers helped of course, but the dripping sense of sensuality and body-consciousness and pleasure! Fuck yeah it’s amazing. As I took the entire head of Karl in my mouth, I felt another tapping on my hole. Jay had finished off his ass massage and was now pushing against my tingling back passage. My entire back-chute from pucker to fist-deep was electric. The chems that had been placed there were now signalling their presence and I was loving it. Sparks of pure pleasure energy shot straight from my rectum to my brain. I felt Jay reapply his hands to my ass and push my knees further apart to splay me and lower my hole to his dick. The tip was lubed and made fluid contact with my hole. I sent signals down there to open it up and show willing. Karl chuckled from somewhere above me, and said, “oh you’re gaping now mate, yeah show us your pink pussy”. I was too high to care or clench up at that word. I felt the dick tip being positioned by Karl’s hand as he leaned his own dick another inch deeper into my mouth. I was still just swirling my tongue around the head and making small movements on it cause most of my focus was on my delicious-feeling asshole. I felt a spatter as Karl or/and Jay spat down directly on it, and used the dick there to work that spit directly on my widening gape. “C’mon mate, open up a little more” Karl was insistent. Jay was obviously focussed on his task as he had been quiet a while now. I felt his cock-head circle my opening hole. He pressed the lower front-part of his head, just past the urethra where the banjo-string starts, to massage my aching hole, teasing me. I was ready, and this lubey messy play was making me open up further and further – I needed the whole thing in me. I presented my hole a little more, shoving it upwards and the tip just slid in. Mother of fucking Christ! That spit roasting. Damn. As Jay slid into me like a hot knife in butter, the sensation of every inch just screamed, no “hallelujahed” pleasure in 360 degrees as he filled my rectal cavity. Every nanometre deeper that cock dove was greeted with applause by my nerve endings and my ass was a bottomless pit, needing it deeper and fuller and harder, and Jay did not disappoint. By about the ninth inch I could tell the my position needed a little adjusting to let him in deeper still, and in shifting up a bit I managed to push myself deeper onto Karl’s cock too. I was fully oreo’d. By the time I readjusted I had 20 inches of black dick in me. From default top two days ago, to party and play cum dumpster bottom – that was one steep learning curve. And speaking of curves, my body knew naturally how to curve into positions I’d never even have dreamt of before. I guess with the amount of uppers booty-bumped in me and otherwise ingested, I continued to chemically rise – my up–point had not yet been reached. Whatever Jay had shoved and now fucked into me, was still releasing pleasure chemicals unlike any I had before. Everything was so more-ish! I backed my hole back to win yet another inch deeper from my booty-bumping top. He hadn’t even begun to thrust, but now started slowly pulling an inch out and feeding it back. Karl steadied himself on my shoulders after my booty bump “lift-off” and puled his cock out and pressed his balls up to my mouth. I dutifully tongued them and suckled on one and then the other. I leaned in as Jay stayed with his gentle rhythm – which still felt like earth moving equipment in a kid’s sandbox. I focussed on nuzzling Karl’s heavy balls and lapped at his perineum, and the little ridge of skin that’s prominent of some guys from where the two halves of our body join in foetal development. You can barely see it in some guys, but on others it’s a pronounced ridge all the way from the ball sac down the taint and to the asshole. He grunted as I did this and then brought me back to force feed me his cock. As I learned later from a conversation between Theo and Karl while they were taking turns pounding Jay’s ass, and Theo had wanted to lucky-pierre Karl, Karl was 100% straight – this was purely a money gig. Theo had high-fived him then and there as the only other straight(ish) guy in such a sausage fest and they made plans to find a hooker for all three of them the next day to really fill up all her holes. A part of me is still a bit curious to know if that ever happened. Meanwhile at this point, I could tell that Karl wasn’t interested in me probing down any further than his taint. I suppressed my gag as much as possible and slurped up his monstrous meat. Twelve inches is a stretch regardless how high you are and I gagged quite a bit. As I wrestled it, it would slip out, poke my cheeks, hit my gag in wretching moment of uncertainty (luckily I had nothing to puke up) and even once slopped out and pushed my blindfold askew. All this because at the other end I was also taking an increasingly paced pounding from Jay – and fuck was it goooorgeous. I know it was probably the chems talking but my ass was made for being taken and Jay was taking all of it. Sweat poured off me in, flowing down my back as I settled into a fugue-state of pushing and pulling, filling and emptying. Fireworks were going off in my brain as noise rushed up to a crescendo and stayed there in a fog of slaps and groans. All around me my senses turned to sex. Fingers scraped across my back. Men were groaning in pleasure all around me. Orson gagged by my right ear. Karl offered me his nuts to bathe again. Mashing his cock against my cheeks I sensed out and reached out to my right and made contact with what I think was Theo’s cock. I pulled it gently from Orson’s mouth and lapped at the side of it, feeling Orson’s lips meet mine across the shaft. Karl butted his cock in and it was a free for all. We fought over each cock like kids who wouldn’t be content playing each with one toy, we both had to have both of them. We playfully wrestled lips and locked jaws, sometimes totally forgetting the two cocks altogether, till they made their presence known again and then other times tried to deepthroat them or blow two at the same time. All the while Jay increasingly pistoned in and out of me. Sometimes I think that if I could rewind time, I’d go back to that point every night for the sheer pleasure and stimulus overload. Whatever had been fucked into me was pure magical bliss and I was only getting started on it.

Previously... “Guys, I wanna try and see if I figure more of ye out from fucking… Anyone got a blindfold?” Right so... Lee pulled out and I sat up on my knees and was handed a makeshift blindfold – a rolled up blue check shirt of one of the party-goer’s. As I settled back on all fours, I explored my other senses, the first I relied on was my hearing of the guys around me – someone began sloppily blowing someone to my left – maybe Gavin? I could sense the relative pressures of people kneeling on the bed – there were at least two other people on it with me one each on either side. The ecstasy we were on was making me sweat constantly and I could feel the waves of heat from Orson’s body to my right., I could pinpoint Orson even if he wasn’t currently touching me. I could still feel the heat from Lee too, standing directly behind my ass. I felt someone’s hair brush off my left ass-cheek briefly. Then again, and yet again, and now rhythmically. The sloppy noise was coming from there too. Gavan was probably blowing Lee, from my ass to his mouth. Out of the blue Lee smacked down hard on my ass-cheek – a resounding slap, and as I tensed up, he roughly shoved his raw dick straight back into me. “Ah yeah, nice and tight!” he grunted. The fucker had slapped me to get me to tense up to squeeze his cock more. Well fuck that – I was gonna see how tight he could take it! I gripped down hard on his punch-fucking cock as it increased tempo. We’d see who can be fucking tight! I was bloody indignant. As Lee really began to piston-fuck my ass, I willed every muscle I had down there, even some I’d previously not known I had (thank you drugs!), and really willed myself to squeeze the life out of his pumping meat. Lee groaned and started to slow down a little, but then sensing some increased pressure on the back right area of the mattress, I realised he had just put his knee up on the bed to get a better angle. He rallied and from this new angle started going to town on my ass, grabbing my hips to really slam his cock into me, aggressively, repeatedly, painfully. I fought back by relaxing as he entered then squeezing as hard as I could when he was hilt deep, making him work to pull it out – the opposite to what he wanted. Lee was making inarticulate noises as he continued to pound and again slap my ass. He sped up and switched the rhythm back to tight going in and loose going out. Fucker! I reached back and grabbed his hand and pulled his body closer to mine, his dick deeper into me. I wasn’t some fucker’s fleshjack to pump and dump and complain if I wasn’t too tight. I was a motherfucking human being and fuck Lee – I’m no sub who you treat like shit and comes back begging for more. I willed all my energy into squeezing the life out of his cock. Lee toppled onto me, his chest against my back but with enough hip space to keep pounding away at my bruised ass. I got distracted from squeezing as someone scooted in under me and started lapping at my besieged hole. Gavin, I guessed, was getting piggy. Meanwhile Lee’s breathing against my neck grew raspier and ragged, his hips started staccato-thrusting into me, the fucker was gonna cum soon. As I accommodated the slapping cock as much as I could, I rallied my energies for one last painful squeeze and clenched like I’d never clenched before. Dr. Kegel would be pleased. I heard Lee behind my left ear gasp and squeak… actually fucking squeak, as I vice-gripped his swelling cock. It continued to swell and as I kept clamping on his member I could feel every ribbony burst of cum shoot straight into my guts – as I should - I was basically squeezing them out myself. Lee collapsed on top of me. “Fuck me. That was amazing Mike!” and roughly grabbed my head to turn me to an awkward kiss. Gavin was in hog heaven, licking away at my hole and Lee’s softening cock, pulling it out to blow and then felch my hole, before sticking it back in and repeating the process. Reeling from the unexpected rimjob I was receiving from Gavin, I leaned backwards into Lee’s manly stubbly kiss and then decided I was done with him – rude fucker that he was. I broke off and said to the air “Alright Lee, I guess I’m tight enough for ya after all. Who’s next?” I heard some surrounding laughter at that. Theo, Gavin, and some others I couldn’t quite place. Had other people come into the room? Lee clambered off of me. Someone thoughtfully wiped my back down with a towel – between me and Lee, we’d made a sopping mess on the sheets and my back had collected the rest of the sweat. The stroking towel reached my shiny ass cheeks and someone moved Gavin aside and slowly towelled off the rest of my legs and arms. It was a fully sensual experience and such a welcome contrast after the hard fucking I’d just had. An old memory surfaced in me. This wasn’t the first time I’d been blindfolded. Joe once blindfolded me and made me eat out Andrew’s and Kevin’s arses. I could easily tell them apart though. Andrew’s ass was always a little more difficult to prise open, while Kevin just needed to push his ass out a tiny bit and the whole thing would unfold for you in less time than it took to put your journalism notes down… Ok that was specific – and maybe there was a reason why I kept barely scraping by my journalism exams. But damn I used to love eating Kev’s and Andy’s asses out. As I started to ponder what the boys were up to now, the toweller stopped and I felt a tongue lap up against my own hole – not very expertly and a bit of an in-and-out job – like a grimacing gay for pay actor who is contracted to toss salad, this felt like a guy who’d never eaten anyone out and was only doing it to stop a whiny director. They’d a little bit of facial hair but I couldn’t place them. “Uh lads – who’s licking me?” I asked. I could hear someone smacking their tongue to get rid of a taste – probably Lee’s cum. “Theo was that you?” I asked curiously. It might have been him. I knew he was only probably fucking me cause he was high as a kite, and hoped he at least wouldn’t regret it when sober later. I didn’t want my one un-flakey drug connection to cut me off. I heard Theo laughing from my right. “Nah lad I’m making some …political connections”. I could hear Orson’s muffled chuckle. The rimmer moved away, I heard a raspy hock and spit sound and felt a small wad of spit land expertly on my hole. I could see where this was going. After one or two seconds I felt the bed shift and the familiar tap-tapping of their cock, only this cock-head was massive… Way bigger than any of the guys in the room. Oh fuck!

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Previously… I felt a hand reach for me and then poppers were held under my nose again and I inhaled again. I pulled back and bounced on Orson – each thrust up a shot of pleasure energy from my ass direct to my brain. I felt that hand back again – too soon for poppers though. I opened my eyes to see the four guys kneeling at the edge of the bed. All four hard cocks sticking out close to my face. Even Theo on the far right was giving me the glad eye. I reached over gingerly to take his cock in hand. We kept eye contact as I lowered his dick to my lips. He tasted of lube and ass. And then the poppers rush kicked in again… Right so… There are times when you just want to take a snap shot of your life. Times when you just wish that moment would just stretch into an hour, a day, or longer. Moments where you promise yourself you’ll always remember how good you felt at that time. This was one of those. I had the best top dick in me and my hot straight dealer was feeding me his meat. I was never one of “those” gays who obsess over straight men and ignore their gay bros, nah fuck that shit. Still though, there was something insanely hot about being mouth-raped by my dealer who I knew had over four kids with four different women up and down the Falls road. That was some life-giving dick that was shoving to the back of my throat right now. I was so in the fucking moment, inhaling those two dicks into me – slathering Theo’s babymaker with my gummy spit, all the while grinding up and down on Orson. So when I was pulled off the dealer and shoved onto Lee’s cock it was a little shocking to remember there were three other guys in the room. Three guys who were getting impatient to get their cock sucked! Four dicks, all pretty different from each other were fighting for my attention. For a while I bobbed for dick. Bouncing up and down on Orson and going in a line through the boys while freeing up my hands to jack two others. It was a miracle that all the while I managed to balance expertly with just my stomach muscles. Orson’s dick was so fucking right – the rhythm and fitting in and out – it was like an obsessive compulsive with a USB-stick – popping the lid on and off over and over again. However instead of clicking a lid back in place it was more of a muffled wet thump as Orson did his best in limited space. His dick went from halfway out, to filling me as we kept a steady slow-fuck rhythm. This went on for quite a bit actually and I even managed to focus enough on blowing the lads that I tried to shove Ciaran and Lee’s in at the same time – Ciaran’s long and thin cock complemented Lee’s thick and stubby one. However all of the oral action eventually got too much to deal with while so fucking high. I looked down to see Orson looking up at me with his tousled strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes and felt a rush of tenderness again wash through me. I leaned down and kissed him, seeing him strain as he worked himself up into me, and then out again, I stroked his cheeks and could feel some of the well-hidden acne scars. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that right?” Orson took a deep breath. “Fuck I wish back in college you…” I interrupted him with another kiss. I knew what he was going to say and I didn’t want to go down that road. There’s no point to it; regretting. I shifted my weight and breaking the kiss, I manoeuvred him to turn around a little so his head came up higher. “I can’t suck all these cocks on my own Orson, help me out” He chuckled and looked to his left where the guys were back in bobbing order – pale and smooth, girthy and strong, caramel and slightly curved, and fully hooded and meaty, otherwise know as Ciaran, Lee, Gavin and Theo. Orson tried to reach Ciaran’s cock, but he was in a poor position and needed an extra bit of height. Ciaran seeing the conundrum, started to lower himself to feed his dick to Orson, down into the space between the bed and the window. Fuck, we were giving Belfast a good show tonight! Ciaran’s ass mooned right into my area of vision, and tunnel-minded as I was then, I started pawing for his hole. As Ciaran gingerly stepped off the bed and bent down to give Orson his dick, I opened his back passage up to rim him, but had to slow my roll when I encountered the river of lube and cum that was leaking out his swollen red hole. As I’ve said before I’m not exactly an ass-to-mouth guy, and felching isn’t usually on top of my to-do list, especially if there’s a tonne of silicone or fisting lube as well – which there was both of at this point. I’d have to be feeling seriously piggy to chuck all that back. At the time I was more loved-up than piggy, and also aware of the other three wondering what way they would fit into the mix. I leaned back to see Lee and Theo looking back behind at Gavin’s ass. I couldn’t see from this angle but looking at Gavin’s reaction I could tell they were spreading his cheeks and fingering him. Looking behind them at the wide empty bed I made up my mind – to “move the sex”. It’s a common thing to do in sex parties – we’ve all been there – when you just have to put a stop to things, cause of awkwardness of angle or a numb leg, or any number of other factors. You simply get the other’s attention and renegotiate a new position or location. It’s one of the things that makes amateur porn so endearing, the sudden slow down as one of the party needs to move things. In professional porn I guess they edit this all out, which I feel is a shame, but anyways – I’m rambling. I patted Ciaran and Orson on their legs and told them that it’d be best if we all just moved to the bed. Ciaran quickly got off and scrambled back while Orson looked up at me a little sadly. I quickly assuaged his fears. “Don’t worry Orson, I’ve not had enough of you dicking me, but there’s only so much thrust you can get from this angle” Orson didn’t reply verbally, but he smiled and showed me just how much thrust he could still give in the confined space. I shuddered with the pleasure and then took a second to regroup and continued, “ also I think I’m ready for a proper ploughing soon, and all these lads have so kindly offered us their dicks for our mouths and I think it’d be rude to not give them a little attention” Orson laughed at that and let me go to pull myself off him. Immediately I felt empty again and coupled with a rough blood rush as I stood up, I more toppled than climbed onto the other side of the bed. Theo was over to me in a flash with a glass of water. “Don’t overdo it now Mike. You’ve been up for at least 24 hours. Be careful” I won’t lie – there was a part of me that was delighted at seeing Theo’s mother-hen mode. He was still kneeling on the bed and my gaze lowered to his beautiful juicy meat bobbing and pointing right at me. Damn that lad had it going on. Beautiful body, gorgeous cock and those tattoos everywhere (and the fact that they were so nationalistic kinda turned me on more). “Damn Theo. Gimme a second, but I want another go on that” I heard Theo chuckle and then my attention was whipped away by the weight in the mattress shifting. Orson was lying down beside me. “Unngh, move over there a bit Mike. Fucking hell, it’s not just you that’s wobbly – that Pure drug really knocks you for six – I’m full of energy, but my balance is shot.” He reached over and took the water. I looked into his eyes as he sipped and then turned my back to him. I thought I’d have him do me from my side, but I’m right-handed and I thought I’d probably want to try and jack myself a little while he fucked me so I just kept turning and got up into doggy position. Even with the slow turn, my senses still took a while to catch up with my repositioning and I had to fight a little stomach-unease back. I’d had similar types of nausea on ecstasy though so I wasn’t worried. I looked back over at Orson and smiled. “What do you think of this position?” Orson smiled and sipped more water. “It could work yeah” he said smirking. I wondered whether he was smirking at me or someone else… Oh ok – I felt a hand on my ass, and a cock position itself. Orson looked past me and nodded. I fought my instinct to look back. I had decided I was gonna only use my senses to figure out who was behind me, purely on touch. A finger circled my hole, then I felt a mild tapping – that was their cockhead – then it was pressed up with some cool lube being squirted on me and his cock – whoever it was. I leaned my head against the mattress and prepared myself mentally. Breathe, ya bastard, you’ve got this! I pushed my ass further up and out and got ready as the pressure intensified, the cockhead quickly pushing past my sphincter. Fuck, that was new – usually at this point I’d be kicking them off me, but I guess with all the drugs and Orson’s expert fucking earlier, I was finally open to other dicks. I consciously willed myself to relax around the cockhead, still weirded a bit out by how easily it was slipping in, deeper now, I guessed about three, no four maybe, maybe more, maybe five inches? I clamped my ass down on the cock and held my hand out. I was worried how much more cock there was to come, and I didn’t want to wreck myself before letting Orson have another go. However, at five it seemed the cock had hit its sweet spot and it started to gently thrust. I let him thrust for a bit and occasionally steadied myself. This guy was a slower gentler fuck. I called out “…Lee?” “Fucking right lad, that’s a very perceptive arse you got there!” (To be honest I fudged it – my hand touched Lee’s fuzzy silver body hair as I steadied myself on him). I liked the idea of this though and shared my thoughts with the others. “Guys, I wanna try and see if I figure more of ye out from fucking… Anyone got a blindfold?”

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Previously... I realised that Iain had cajoled me into trying to take a dump in his mouth – he was such a filthy bastard! Luckily (for my feelings anyway) I’d not been able to perform – the ecstasy had fully kicked in and I was coming up. Also I’m pretty sure I’d nothing left up in there at this stage – it’d been nearly half a day since I came there. This time yesterday I’d been eating chilli-fries at a rugby match watching the guy currently rimming me fight a losing battle against the All-Blacks. Damn, life is full of weird twists and turns. Whether it was the E or what I burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. The knocking came back louder now and I swivelled my head and was delighted I could focus my attention again – My attention. I knew who I was again! My trip down the rabbit hole was coming to a close. “Guys? Are you ok?” It was Orson Right so... I awkwardly stepped out of the pool. As I stood up the world spun and I had to balance myself leaning against the wall. Kurk was oblivious to my moving – he was riding that cock for all it was worth and throwing his head back moaning. It was a thing of beauty to see Iain’s thick cock disappear into Kurk’s hairy hole. He lifted his balls to protect them from his bouncing and you could see his glistening hairy taint and his pale chest now flushed red in patches with all the drugs in his system, bouncing up and down, up and down – Iain’s cock, appearing, disappearing, appearing, disappearing. Iain looked over at me, licking his lips and beckoning me back. No doubt he wanted me to sit on his face again. I waved him off, I needed to get my head straight after that mad trip on ketamine. Such a powerful drug! I stumbled over to the door. Turning the lock I looked out to see Orson preparing to knock again. Behind him on the bed was Simon, Jay, Karl and Padraic, in various stages of kissing and cuddling. Orson looked me dead in the eyes. “We need to talk.” Fucking hell – my brain was still half-broken and now Orson wanted to “talk”. I tried to shake some k-cobwebs off and brought my hand up to my face squeezing my brow. “Mmm-ok. Fine. Sure. We can do that. What’s the story with that eejit Simon and his fella. Are they still trying to date-rape me?” Simon perked up at the mention and disentangled himself from the lads. He started, “excuse me lad, but you’re no innocent here…” I bridled at the accusation that somehow my actions were even remotely equivocal to his and was, in true Northern Irish style about the read the shit out of him, when Orson held up his hand and shouted “shut up the two of yis” and pointing at me said, “you, me, spare bedroom now!” With that he grabbed me with surprising strength and pulled me out of the bathroom and through the bedroom to the hall. I was shocked by how strong he’d gotten. It seemed only a couple of years ago he was still this scrawny up-his-own-arse debating-society nob-end with terrible acne and weird hair. Now he was buff as fuck and dragging me around like a bitch. I sized him up as he hustled me through the hall – we were both stark naked. He was the same height as me, but had filled out quite a lot – the suits he wore to press conferences and shopping centre openings obviously hid a lot. His ass had the perkiness of a regular twenty year old or a thirty year old who did a lot of squats, dusted with little golden hairs. Man, that ass… Orson opened the guest bedroom to see the bed occupied with Lee (the other silver daddy) fucking the shaven headed guy with the flock of birds tattoo on the bed where hours before I’d sat with Gavin and Padraic. The last time I saw the shaven-headed guy he was getting rammed by Sven downstairs, and it seemed here again he was taking it like a champ from Lee. The room stank of weed and sex was filled with the grunts from the shaven-headed guy… and not only the shaven headed guy. As we walked in further, we noticed that the duvet had been pulled down on the other side of the bed for Gavin, who was riding someone down there and groaning up a storm. Orson pulled me over to the desk where still some of Theo’s coke remained. “Right Mike”, he looked me dead in the eyes, “I’m not proud of what happened back there…” “Let me cut you off right there Orson, before you start justifying the almost gangrape that you and your mates were happy enough to sit back and watch happen…” “Now wait a minute, I would’ve jumped in had it gotten out of hand” “Out of hand? Have you seen my arse?” “I thought you were into it, I didn’t know the whole pup thing was a disguise. I barely had time to recognise you, when suddenly…” “Oh I call bullshit” “What?” “Are you saying you didn’t recognise me earlier? I basically called you by name at one point” “Mike I was high as fuck. At that point all I remember thinking was that it was just my luck that the one guy whose ass felt like heaven to fuck was pissed at me for being part of fivesome that went a bit too heavy” “That seems to be a recurring theme this evening, everyone here is far too fucking rough! And what the hell is the deal with Slater and your husband?” “Man, I think Alan and Simon are going through some shit, which if it’s anything like me and Tadhg… well, they’re on thin ice. Tadhg was really upset by that piece you ran on us. I let him cool down with Alan and Sandy in the other room.” “…and you?” “To be honest, I wasn’t surprised. Weirdly it actually strengthened my voting base – people are happy to see that gay couples haven’t it all figured out either. The way we’re portrayed by the media right now as if we’re shiny and perfect… well lets just say I got a lot of emails and letters of support and people opening up about their own rocky marriages. It just hit Tadhg hard. His family saw it and he didn’t quite know what signing up for a public life would be. He thought that I’d be able to keep any shit thrown my way, away from him.” “Yeah, well I am actually sorry he got caught up in this” Orson raised an eyebrow and in a voice dripping in sarcasm, replied, “You. Mike McAllister. No 1. bane of politicians in the six counties. The roving eye, feared by dodgy developers, civil servants and terrorists all, no-one escapes your columns. YOU’RE sorry? I didn’t think you even knew what the word meant?” I scoffed, “Ah here now, it’s not like that Orson. And shut your sarky gob. Of course I was sorry. I never intended to hurt the fella”. I leaned in real close to Orson. I could smell his breath on my face, and raised my hand in a fist. I saw his blonde eyelashes blink anxiously as I lightly mock-punched his (now well-muscled) chest. “You, on the other hand, are fair game!” He guffawed. “Me fair game?” He stepped back, backlit in the small room by the daylight streaming through the windows past the fucking couples. I could still make out his heavy 9” dick and balls carving out a more than substantial piece of the silhouette. The one that even now made my ass clench in anticipation. The small tribal tattoo on his hip was just lit up to the side and as he turned, the light hit his golden pubes making them look like pure sunlight – oh man I don’t know if it was the E but I just wanted to rub my face down there. He continued. “You’ve been the one with a fucking vendetta against me…” “Oh fuck off Adams. We both know you’ve had it in for me since college. And I can never prove it but I’m sure you had something to do with those letters that went out to my parents and the parents of Kevin, Joe and Andrew. That shit ruined my prospects here. The only paper that’d hire me was the fuckin Sun afterwards, so yeah maybe I do have a fucking vendetta against you but it’s not been unearned.” “What letters?” Orson looked shocked. I noticed the fucking on the bed had slowed down. Gavin was clambering up on the bed to listen and oh fuck – what was Theo still doing here? The two of them joined Lee and the shaven-headed guy in listening to Orson and me rehash the past. I could make out Theo passing a joint around. “You honestly don’t remember anything about letters being sent to the homes of all our parents and who knows who else, in our final year of college. Two months before exams? Kevin never even finished his degree, he ran like a scalded cat out of the place. The letters had pics of us taken in the LGB soc room, in the Kremlin dancing together and kissing and somehow even a pic of the four of us in bed. Attached to the pics was a letter going on about the ungodly practices of us all and how we’d be going to hell when we died, typical fundamentalist shite. And you’re saying you’ve no idea how they got taken?” Orson’s eyes bugged out as I told him this. “I always wondered why you guys broke up. I’d heard something about your parents finding out about ye, but Mike honestly, I’ve no idea…” “You never gave us a break about it in college. You were always harping on about promiscuity being the thing holding us back from mainstream acceptance…” Orson held up his hand. “I know I was a bit of a git in college. I’m not denying that. But I’ve changed. I mean it’d be pretty hypocritical for me to stick by those views now, here of all places. But honestly Mike, I’ve no idea who sent those photos.” I looked at him wearily. “Really? Orson. It’s been years. Can’t you just admit it?” Orson shook his head. “I don’t know how to prove to you I’m not lying…” “Ahemm...” We turned as one to the lad clearing his throat behind us. Lee and Theo sat smirking beside Gavin who was just now bending down to blow the guy I didn’t know the name of. Theo spoke up. “Lads, I think I can help you with that”. Turning back to the tattooed lad getting blown, he quickly remarked “don’t get too comfortable Ciaran, I’ll be back this one in a second” and with that said, smacked Gavin’s ass. He stood up and moved over to the desk and reached for his bag underneath. He’d obviously been the one that Gavin had been bouncing on up till recently. His cock still looked engorged and slick with lube and bounced awkwardly as he walked. He caught me staring at it and winked. As he bent down I couldn’t help but check out the rest of my dealer’s naked body. I’d been too fucked up on K last time to appreciate it, but Theo had a beautiful body for a lad in his mid forties. It was also half-covered in tattoos – mainly very nationalistic ones – the Irish tricolour with a machine gun on his right shoulder and the Irish harp on the left, the chest piece was the Irish “Tiocfaidh ár Lá!” which means “our day will come” – a classic IRA slogan, written in a sweeping U across his pecs, but low enough to be hidden by a wide-collared top. As he turned to flip the top off his bag I saw he had the entire Irish 1916 proclamation of the free state on his back! Fuck! That’s a lot of words! Theo straightened back up with an “Aha!” and proffered his hand with two red pills in them. “These here are some very powerful designer drugs, new in from London, and the thing is, I’ve not had the right moment to try em out. But the big thing about them is that you seemingly can’t lie while you’re on em. They’re called Pures and they contain a doctored version of scopolamine, and fuckload of herbal E. The Scopolamine in its pure form can be dangerous – it’s normally found in fairly toxic and trippier cousins of potatoes and tomatoes - deadly nightshade and the like. It used to be used as a truth serum way back in the day, but it usually made people vomit or damage their liver. So the chemists over the pond have figured out a way to change it to stop the nausea and bad trips, while keeping the trippy nature and the truth serum part. If you lads really want to settle your beef, you’d be doing us all a favour if you try em.” Now here’s the thing. If I’d not been high on god knows how many pills and powders at this point, there would’ve been no way in hell I’d have gone near some designer drug derivative of deadly nightshade – that shit is poisonous! But I was high. And Orson reached for his first… Fuck! We downed our pills quickly and Theo led us over to bed where Lee and the guy Ciaran (?) were lying back and snogging. Gavin was bent over them trying to suck both their cocks, but because of the angle was only managing to suck one at a time – taking about 20 seconds on each, and then switching, all the while jacking off the other. Theo reached for Gavin’s hips and made him spread his legs to lower them. With Gavin repositioned and ready to fuck, the dealer brought us over to the window side of the bed and sat us down in the duvet nest and left us there. A few seconds after Theo left our sides I heard Gavin begin to make muffled blowjob-moans in rhythm. Theo was obviously back inside him. I felt a hand reach for mine. I grasped Orson tight. We leaned against the bed and looked out over the cityscape of Belfast Orson looked over at me with the sinking sun in his blue eyes, his strawberry blond hair framing his youthful face, now almost completely free of acne-scarring. “I took that pill to show you. I’ve nothing to hide. But you were right on one thing. I did slut-shame you guys in your foursome. I was jealous of them.” “Envious” I corrected, smiling and gently wiped an eyelash off his blushing cheek. “Fine, yeah, envious. They all got to be with you, and you never gave me the time of day” Y’know those times where you could of course add more to a conversation, but you realise it’s better to just listen. Yeah this was one of those times. I didn’t know how much time had passed but the light was fading and shadows of the window frames grew across Orson’s chest. He was going on about all the ways he’d had a crush on me from the start of college, and how later on he just felt completely ignored by me and how it’d hurt to see me so happy with the guys. Seemingly he used that as a reason to do bigger and bigger things politically to get my attention (was I the cause of Orson’s political career?). I let him get it all out. At some point I felt a surge of energy rush through my neck to my brain. I was coming up on that designer drug and it was starting to rush through my system. My whole body felt alive, a machine switching back on with full battery. I looked over to Orson and time seemed to slow down as I watched his pupils dilate too. “You up?” “I’m up as fuck!” “So tell me one thing Orson. Did you have anything to do with those letters?” “Not exactly. But I think I need to ask my old friend Mafra if she did” “Who the fuck is Mafra? Was she that mousy one with the glasses who was always following you around?” “Yeah, she was my fag-hag in college. She lives in Leeds now. Look she’s got a family…” “But Orson, we had families!” This came out in a much softer tone than I’d thought. The drug was rapidly draining any negativity from me and I was a ball of light and happiness. Still after answers, but also accepting them. “Yeah well, the thing is she was fiercely protective of me and I used to confess everything to her. How I was in love with you and how you never seemed to notice me. I spent many hours at her flat moaning about you guys till the late hours. Well long story short I think she might have done it. Two months before exams she invited me over for a meal in her flat, we got really drunk on red wine and…” “…and?” I looked shocked at him, but also compassionately – damn this stuff was good. No doubt I’d have flown off the handle by this point if I were sober or drunk. “Well, I woke up beside her in bed. She said that she was glad that we’d finally found our way to each other and there were no obstacles anymore to why we couldn’t be together” Fuck! Orson Adams had gotten raped by his fag hag. I’d heard of shit like this happening. But fuck me that was harsh! I looked into his dilated blue eyes. “Hey man sorry to hear that” “Yeah it was kinda fucked up. I don’t remember having sex, but she got real clingy the next few weeks while I was trying to sort my head out. And then she got really weird and I heard that she was telling everyone we were in a relationship now and she was pregnant.” I was shocked. I also noticed there didn’t seem to be too much groaning from behind us. The lads were getting their weekly dose of drama. “Yeah, she kept trying to meet up with me and I kept fending her off, telling her I wasn’t sure what happened but I needed space to get my head clear. Then there were the finals. She kept ringing me all the time after them, when I had hightailed it home to sort myself out. Eventually I told my family about it and they drove me to her place to talk to her and see what to do about the baby. It turns out there wasn’t one. She’d made it up to try and force me into being with her. I mean I kinda felt bad for her cause in a way I was smitten with you, so I know what it’s like to be in unrequited love and all that, but it fucked up our friendship and I cut contact with her. I heard she moved to Leeds shortly afterwards for a job.” Dude… I took a deep breath and said, “Right Orson. I believe you. I’m sorry you went through all that shite with that wan and I’m guessing she probably was behind the letters too. And I’m sorry myself for the time I retaliated in the press too” He snorted. “Oh you mean the article photoshopping lipstick and eye-shadow on me when I first announced my candidacy?” “Um…sorry bout that one yeah…” “Or was it the rumours I’d gotten HIV from George Michael…?” “..that too yeah. I think I got a photo of you sneezing. Sorry” “… only to be cured by some radical treatment that I bribed big Pharma for” “..that one too yeah. It was a slow week” “how about when you photoshopped me in drag?” “I thought you looked good in an empire-line dress?” “Fuck you ya prick. And what the fuck was that line you used about Doctor Who?” “Well you were wearing a Dalek tie in the photo for April 1st and so I said maybe you could find the Tardis and travel back in time to the eighties where your policies might have had some teeth.” “You were an absolute fucker!” “I know, but I did even worse to your opponents – dislike you as I did at the time, you were still running on a good ticket” “Speaking of other people you’ve fucked over, what are you gonna do about Kurk?” “I’ll tell him, but let me do it when he’s sober. It doesn’t seem fair now” “Are we good?” Orson looked at me, his dilated pupils filling my vision. “More than good, though keep your husband off me – he’s got a killer right hook” Orson laughed and reached over for me and we kissed. It was a good kiss, one of those ones you remember when thinking of special kisses and above us we heard applause. I glanced up to see the four lads were looking down at us from the bed. Gavin smirked and said, “well go on lads, don’t let us stop you from sealing the deal!” I laughed and stood up a little shakily. Lee (the silver fox) handed me over some lube and poppers and taking them I grinned down at Orson. His gorgeous blues were staring straight up at me expectantly as he jacked his 9 inches to full mast. I dunno if I’ve related just how right Orson’s cock was, a thick white monster with a velvety foreskin that now was pulling back revealing the red shiny streamlined head. I squirted some lube on his hand – it was the good silicon-based stuff, and reaching up to do my hole I handed him the poppers. The four lads were all now lying on the bed passing a joint around and watching in expectation. I stepped over Orson and with my back to the window, on display for all of Belfast’s telescope enthusiasts to see, I lowered myself to Orson’s cockhead. Getting level with Orson’s head I could feel him shifting his weight and rubbing his cock around my hole, slipping it around and then pressing on the entrance, then shifting and slipping it around again. “Are you ready for this?” He handed me back the poppers, and brought his other hand under to find my hole entrance and slipped his fingertip in. I felt the rush of the designer ecstasy flowing through me, it was slightly different in feeling to the real deal, and more throbbing rush and I felt hotter somewhat. I wiped my brow and realised I was sopping wet. I was sweating more on this “Pure” drug than I ever did on speed or ecstasy. I wiped the sweat and other juices off my hand and tried to open the poppers, but I was way too sweaty for them. Seeing my awkwardness, Ciaran – the lad with the bird tattoo, reached over and opened them for me – I gave him a winning smile – I’d have to properly thank him later. Orson’s second finger was now shoving into me, stretching my cunt a little wider. With the open poppers I took a good deep hit with each nostril, the energy from the Pure pill was making my movement a little skittish and shaky at this point so I made eye contact with Ciaran again and passed him the open bottle. He moved closer and closed them, but held them ready for another later hit. As I held that breath, I looked past him to see Lee fingering his ass while Theo, yeah Theo was holding Ciaran’s ass-cheeks apart and watching Lee work – all the while getting his cock sucked by Gavin. The poppers at that moment kicked in and my blood rushed to all parts of my body and I felt connected and sexy and clenched against Orson’s fingers – they weren’t enough. I breathed out. I needed that dick. Pulling off of Orson’s fingers, I reached under for his dick, but the lad was way ahead of me and found my soft spot with his hooded meat. Pressing up against my assbud, I looked down at him, his hair framed golden in the sunset – my old college nemesis, fucking me for the first time where I knew it was him, and wanted him. A beautiful feeling of tenderness opened up, and with it I opened up as I looked into his widening eyes and slid down his head. Stopping to adapt to his head again, I laughed with him. “Fuck that feels good!” “It feels amazing Mike!” I shifted slightly and let myself down another inch. “Ungh, yeah just there. I can take a bit more now” “You lead the way Mike” Ciaran leaned over the edge of the bed and looked down at us. The shaven headed lad who I’d first seen getting ploughed by Sven was caught up in our drama. I never noticed how long his dark black eyelashes were. He was surprisingly feminine with high cheekbones and freckles across his cheeks and nose, and it worked with him – a hot androgynous face – probably why he shaved his head. “Tell us when you hit the base lads!” I flashed a smile at him and rocked on the length I had in me. The poppers made it feel so good, but I knew that if I slammed myself down on Orson’s cock, as soon as the amyl wore off I’d be regretting it. Much as I wanted to go full speed, I knew I had to ease myself down. I slipped down another inch. Orson was about a head’s length below mine, so as I lowered myself down I was getting closer to him, close enough to kiss him in an inch or two. I felt the rush wear off a little and mentally checked my ass muscles – everything felt good but tight. I stroked Orson’s face with my free hand and reached up to Ciaran again and stroked his cheek. “I think I’ll need another hit” Ciaran chuckled and mock snapped at my thumb as he opened the brown bottle and held it under each nostril. Again I inhaled deeply and held my breath, sinking slowly down another inch. The rush this time really connected to my ecstasy-high and I felt my pores all over my body open and release the sweat. This time I knew I could take it and lowered myself down those last few inches, then up again to get the lube all over. “I’m down at the base!” Orson laughed and scooted up toward me. He leaned over and leaned in to kiss me. “Congratulations Mike, I’ve waited for this for so long” “Kiss me, y’eejit!” We heard clapping again from above. I didn’t care all I could think about was Orson and his beautiful cock grinding into me as he took over and started slowly and measuredly grinding into my ass. The sweat on my ass cheeks made my ass slap loudly as he picked up the pace. My entire attention was away in sphincter muscles as his thick juicy meat filled me up, pumping along all my nerve endings making me feel full and connected and starting to rub that sweet spot. That spot that I’d ignored for so long, but now high as I was, I knew exactly how he should rub up against it and angled myself accordingly. Orson was popping my prostate and I was gonna milk myself off of him. Who knew I had this power bottom in me? I closed my eyes, ground down and pulled up on him, taking over control of the thrusting. That strawberry blond fucker’s donkey dick was filling my insides and I was riding this ride for all it was worth. Man – it was a fucking core muscle workout keeping balanced on top of that dick, but fuck it was worth it. I felt a hand reach for me and then poppers were held under my nose again and I inhaled again. I pulled back and bounced on Orson – each thrust up a shot of pleasure energy from my ass direct to my brain. I felt that hand back again – too soon for poppers though. I opened my eyes to see the four guys kneeling at the edge of the bed. All four hard cocks sticking out close to my face. Even Theo on the far right was giving me the glad eye. I reached over gingerly to take his cock in hand. We kept eye contact as I lowered his dick to my lips. He tasted of lube and ass. And then the poppers rush kicked in again…

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