rough-one

Previously... Simon looked down at my GSBC and his gaze took in his ghostly pale skin and luminous white ass cheeks peeking out of his jeans. Spitting on his hand, he stretched his tanned arm behind Padraic and trailed a gooey finger into his asscrack. Padraic ground back against his probing and closed his eyes in pure pleasure at Simon’s digits and answered “something tells me you’ll be perfect for what’s next door” and nodding to me and the lads, lead Padraic to the master bedroom. I knew one masterpiece that was gonna get fine tuning, Jay and Karl would have a field day! I turned back to see Gavin standing with his trousers down and bent over. He was saying something to Theo, but I couldn’t make it out. Theo looked to me and looked back to the brown boy in front of him, in the bright purple jock. He looked back to me seemingly very conflicted as Gavin writhed in his hands, not knowing what to do with himself. I knew when to make an exit and grabbed the dog mask, though I made sure to ask Gavin all about it when we were alone later. This is what he said… Right so... I should let you know that when I heard this, it was Sunday night and Gavin and I were both scagged out in the living room. “Scagged out” for anyone from outside the UK and Ireland means that point where your body is wrecked and tired, but the uppers you have in your body won’t let you sleep, and so while you wait for the drugs to slowly leave your system, you spend a long while trying to normalise. You can try and do more drugs to chase a longer high, but it’s a fool’s game, the crash gets longer and longer too. Weed or xanax helps. Having friends who are also going through it can help too. After all, misery shared… Gavin was lying beside me on the couch that night with an unconscious Andreas on my left. We were just chatting back and forth and smoking spliffs. “Right Mike, well if you want to know what went on in that room then let’s start at the beginning. I’d been wondering about banging you for a while. Maybe it’s the drugs talking but I’ll be honest, you’re hot, but you live all the way across town. You know I’m a male nurse, so I’ve a lot of choice, I’m a lazy cunt on top of that and as I’ve said, you live across town, so I always flaked out of any meet-up with ya – sorry dude. I mean, I’ve basically got sex on tap around the Royal (the Royal Victoria Hospital on the Falls Road) – students nurses, doctors, a few horny patients, and I’ve recently gotten into some rough trade from the area. I mean, I know you offered to come to me once or twice, and I like letting the other guys do the chasing, but I generally can’t accom so I stay close to my neck of the woods. But when you showed me that photo of your cock crossing swords with the other two lads’ and all the drugs underneath… and this was while I had just woke up with a ragin horn… well. It wasn’t too much of an effort then…” I laughed at this. I’d suspected as much and though not as loved up as the previous day, I was still in a forgiving mood, cause in all honesty what gay on Grindr can say they’ve never given up on a date when they realise someone is just way too far away, or too demanding, or too vague – Sometimes I think it’s a miracle we gays ever do meet up at all. Gavin continued… “I showered and douched and put on my lucky underwear – yeah the purple ones are my lucky ones, not that I don’t have success with the green ones either. I just love knowing that as soon as my pants are down that there’s an easy access to my hole. I have to say tho, I was still a mix of emotions by the time I got to ya. Outside I’d bumped into Padraic and Theo and quickly figured out they were going to the same floor. I was immediately drawn to Theo, I mean don’t get me wrong – Padraic with his “the one hot IT guy in the office”-look, the floppy hair, the surprisingly broad shoulders, the pale white skin and red lips – I mean if he wore more fitting clothing and less fucking flannel he’d be a total babe. But Theo… Well Theo is a different kettle of fish altogether eh? I know he’s your dealer and all, and normally I’d steer clear of the straight type who would be more at home banging nasty Falls Road girls with their fake tan and press on nails, but one look at that thick reddish beard, those bushy eyebrows and those tattoos everywhere – even on the back of his hand! Well I was hooked. I guess I came looking to be a bad boy, and Theo was all that I wanted to be that morning. While we waited for you to answer the bell – you took fucking forever by the way! – Padraic made awkward conversation with me, but Theo kept to himself, just yes or no answers. I could feel his eyes on me though. In the elevator I kept rubbing my sides – I commented that I was just after a workout and sore, and let my t-shirt hike up a little to show my waist. I also did some tricep stretches which lifted my top and showed my treasure trail through my six-pack. Each time I could feel his eyes on me. Then of course you answered the door. I didn’t know who you were at time, but the looks on our faces must’ve been priceless! I guess I was in it for the whole experience and got over my shock the quickest, cause when I quickly scanned from side to side the other two hadn’t moved! They were still stunned. I had to break the spell and sorta nudged… well, pushed, Padraic in the door as you ushered us up quickly through the lower floor and up the stairs. I can understand why you did it so quickly, cause I overheard Padraic actually tsk-tsk when we passed that hottie getting fisted. Though I heard he took a DP of two BBCs later, so wouldn’t that be a bit hypocritical – a case of the pot calling the kettle black… and big… and doubly penetrated. Haha. At this point (back on the Sunday) Gavin had broken his tale to chuckle at his own joke and break off the growing ash off his joint. As he turned over to the ashtray I reached over and put on the Pinscher pup mask. When he turned back I jumped on him and scared the fucker full-on.. “Oh fuck off, ye mad bastard” Gavin shouted out, while desperately trying to hold on to his joint. I barked and grabbed him. He didn’t even try to struggle as I flipped him on his back and rested his legs on my shoulders. I was only wearing the mask and a red jockstrap (one of Simon’s I guessed, or maybe Karl’s – I wasn’t sure) and so had no problem hooking out my swollen cock and finding his sloppy hole. Gavin’s mood shifted and he just looked up at me bemusedly and nodded. I could feel his tense body relax as I shoved my cock into his juicy brown ass, and gave some light-hearted thrusts. Leaning forward I growled deep in my throat and then slowly touched his nose with my snout. I barked again. Gavin didn’t break eye contact and I saw his eyes crinkle at the edges as he laughed. “Are you quite done Dealer dog? Cause you can try for round five, but I don’t think either you or me have any cum left…” I chuckled and clambered off him, very matter–of-factly letting my still hard cock pull out and spring back up with a “schlop” noise. Gavin reached down and fingered himself a little. Pulling up his fingers to his mouth, he licked himself and raised an eyebrow… “I think there’s some of your cum still left in there from last time” I pulled off the mask and pulled his fingers to my mouth. They tasted of ass, deep sweaty, chemmed up ass juice. Fucking delicious. Thank god the scagging out hadn’t affected my taste buds. But everywhere else at that point was frazzled. I hadn’t even been horny enough to keep fucking him. I’d just shoved it in cause over the previous 30 hours my cock had been in and out of all kinds of holes and it seemed like a habit at this point. Gavin passed up the joint to me and continued. “Back to yesterday - I noticed that Kurk fella almost running out of the room like there was a fire or something.. Of course later Theo told me who he was. Mental huh? You’d think you’d recognise someone like that from the news. Guess it shows how little attention we pay in public... Anyways, I was in the room with you trying to explain the situation to Padraic and Theo when Simon came in. Smarmy bastard, though gorgeous and he sure fuckin knows it. Of course when he turned his charm on me I was like a rabbit in headlights. I had a massive hard-on as soon as he started asking me about my undies. Later, when Padraic was showing me his ass pics on the phone, I was getting light-headed cause I was so horned up. I basically shoved my tongue down your ex’s throat. What a great kisser by the way! It was hot to peek out of the corner of my eyes and look at you and Theo watching us. All that tension in the room! So fucking hot!” I had ducked down at this point cause I wanted to see if I could get any remaining droplets of cum from his hole. I spread his legs and started licking as he continued… “Then Simon started kissing the two of us on the bed. All the my inhibitions were giving way. I remember saying to myself to just give into what was gonna happen there that day. And next thing I know you’re asking Padraic and me to try the coke. I was so horned up and so jittery with nerves. I’m a nurse so I’ve seen a lot of the bad side of drugs, but I’ve always wondered why people risk so much for them. I’ve smoked a tonne of weed though. So I also knew that some people can ruin the fun for the rest of us by being overprotective. Anyways, all that was going through my head when you and Theo motioned me over and showed me the ins and outs of it all. I’d heard most of it before, but I kinda like the way Theo was talking to me so I let him think I was really naïve. And I kinda got the feeling you were somehow pushing me toward him too Mike. After I tried that line, you made us hug and then asked me to dance in front of all of you.” I pulled back from his ass cheeks at that and let out a chuckle. I’d been pretty effective in cleaning up some trickles of cum and ass juice from Gavin’s worn hole. I guess not all the pleasure effects of the ecstasy had been used up, cause rasping my tongue over and into his chapped pucker… damn… “..of course I’m always in the Kremlin and love me some cheesy pop music. It was probably the coke, I was still getting used to that mad high, but when that song played I turned up all the dials and danced my arse off. And I started to shake my ass your way cause I still wasn’t sure about Theo, but you turned me toward him and he didn’t complain. That was hot. Having him lay his rough tattooed hands on my exposed ass and mess around with my jockstrap. Fuck me, his touch was electric! I was tenting hard on the other side. And all that mad coke energy fizzing around inside my head. I just knew then and there, that I was a sexy motherfucker and I was gonna seduce that bearded dealer. Fuck him being straight, fuck my general attitude of letting guys chase me, I wanted to, no I needed to get bred by Theo as soon as physically possible! So then when you guys all upped and left, I’d been guiding Theo’s hands over my jockstrap and onto my asscheeks. I could hear him breathing deeply and start to get tense. I didn’t want to break the spell, but I felt that if I asked him to finger me now it’d be too much and he’d run for it. I felt almost telepathic with the coke-high. Such a totally different high to pills or weed, isn’t it? So I was thinking about the coke and asked him “Hey Theo, have you ever snorted coke off anyone’s ass before?” He laughed at that and replied that he had, but only a chick’s ass. I told him that with the contrast of my ass he’d be sure not to miss any of it and he laughed and said he was a pro and would never miss a crumb. I told him to prove it, and lowered my back so my ass was at a right degree angle – making a perfect little snorting table. He asked me slowly whether he should really do it. Something about the way he asked that, thinking back now, I think he was also asking himself for permission. I was still bent over and facing forward when I felt his left hand reach for the coke, crush it on the desk and gather it up and sprinkle it on me. The anticipation was intense. I was high as fuck and every sensation seemed heavy with meaning – the slow deliberate crunch of the powder under the credit-card, the drawn-out scrape of it being portioned out – I kept thinking Theo was weighing his options while he did these things. Then nothing; a brief silence before I realised I could feel the slow tickling pitter-patter of it being poured on my ass-cheek, the return of Theo’s steady hand holding my cheek steady as he took aim and decidedly snorted it all in... As Gavin said this, I pulled back out again from his warm slick hole. Wiping the spit and sweat off my face, I asked, “show me on your ass where he put down the line”. Gavin took a shuddering breath, I could tell that recounting this tale was seriously making him horn-up again. He pointed to his left cheek and traced a line. I bent down and gently kissed his trembling skin. He continued… Yeah it was at that point that I pushed my hand back against his pants. He was sporting a massive boner himself and so when I reached back and started massaging his bump, he gently started rubbing into my grip. He had tossed his head back after snorting his line and as I turned around all I could see was his chin. Sensing my window of opportunity, I quickly went to work on his belt buckle while continuing to rub his dick with my other hand. It’s not my first time with a straight lad, and I’d enough of a clue that the more pleasure you give, the less they care. I’m a pro at belts and soon enough I was unzipping his jeans revealing a heavy bulging prize in loose fitting wine-coloured boxers underneath. I massaged his hard-on through the thin fabric and started to lap and trace the outlines. With my other hand I stroked under his shirt to rub his fuzzy stomach. He had the smallest paunch – something to cushion your head in the night. I felt his whole body shudder as he drew in another shuddering breath. A hand grabbed mine mid belly-rub. I heard him clearing his throat “What you doing there lad?” I spoke up to him, my cheek resting against his pulsing still-covered dick. As I spoke my lips brushed against the fabric. “Shh relax Theo. It’s just a blowjob. Nothing to be scared of” I heard him snort up the remaining coke left in his nostrils and shake his head. His body tensed suddenly, then relaxed. It tensed again. I wasn’t sure what was going on in his head. I gently started to nuzzle against his bulging piece, and he didn’t make any move. I turned my face face into it and started lapping the outline again. His hand on mine loosened and I heard a weird moan come out of him. With my free hand I slowly moved it up to his waistband. I lowered my other hand out of his grasp and hooked his jeans and boxers with both hand started slowly edging down. I went about it slowly but deliberately. I didn’t want to shock him. I just hoped against hope that noone would take that time to come in and visit. As his boxers started to show more ginger-russet thatch, I got a whiff of his clean man smell – he’d showered that morning, and there was a hint of soap and sandalwood, but mostly there was a clean sharp scent of a man. Fuck! I breathed it in deep. I continued edging his pants down and over his rock hard manhood. Oh Mike… I was listening and also using my tongue to invade Gavin’s mahogany pucker. His Pakistani half meant his skin around his nipples, cock and ass were all a deeper brown to the rest of his caramel tones. Around his taint the colouring was a marbling of the dark and lighter hues. Watching the dark brown give way to pale and back again as he writhed under my attentions, I was entranced. I could see why skin colour was such a turn-on for Simon and Theo. I spat on his upturned hole (as much as I was able to in my state) and watched the white wad of spit run down his taint. It looked like old-fashioned furniture, yet smelled like nutmeg or something. I heard Gavin groan “Oh Mike…” It seemed that even though we were both wrecked, the story was turning him on again too. Our spirits were willing, but our bodies were.. well scagged out. Gavin continued… Oh Mike! You should have seen it. At least 7 inches and real thick. With a floppy hood that still had covered the whole head even though he had a massive hard-on. I edged the underwear down and released the beast. It bobbed in front of my eyes. I nuzzled against his naked cock and breathed my hot breath down the shaft. I made little nipping kisses as I pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees. Oh man the lad was hung and sporting two lovely heavy balls too. I got methodical and started licking up the velvety shaft. Playfully at first, but then getting more intense. As soon as the head was fully glistening cause of my licking, I tentatively covered the whole thing with my mouth. Reflex got the better of me and I looked up in classic blowjob pose – big eyes and lips stretched around his cockhead. This can be a make-or-break moment for a lot of straight dudes – and I’d stupidly done it too early – before I’d shown him how good at head I was. Luckily Theo was staring straight down past me – staring straight at my arse. By this point I had shuffled around on my hands and knees and was on all fours in front of him. My number 1 asset was up in the air away from him. I reached to Theo’s hands and guided them down to it again. He was transfixed. I returned my attention to his cock and slowly deep-throated the entire beast. I heard him groan again as his hands started kneading my ass. He started to thrust. Crisis averted! I’d caught me a straight boy!

Cheers R1ver. Will post the next update soon

Previously… Just watching these two men I knew(ish) start to kiss eachother passionately, fuck me, it’s so fucking hot! Padraic’s 5 O’ Clock shadow was grazing against Gavin’s caramel brown complexion. Just look at the two of them, going from strangers to groping and kissing in a few minutes of meeting, it made me rock hard. I’ve always loved that moment of indecision in porn, where the bartender gets asked for a to stay and drink with his last customer, or the pizzaboy is asked for extra sausage. That moment where you can see their eyes weighing up how filthy they wanna show themselves being around you! Bam – instant hardon! I stood up off the bed and turned to watch Padraic guide Gavin onto his back. Simon and Theo had finished business behind me and were watching in interest… Right so… Judging by how light Theo’s bag was looking I guessed that he and Simon had ended on a good note. The two had obviously sampled some of the product and they were both rubbing their noses and sniffling. As they turned to watch Padraic and Gavin start kissing on the bed, I looked over to Theo. “Theo sorry about all of this” “Ah fuck it Mike, I’ll be honest, it wasn’t what I expected, but I managed to just sell a shit-tonne of coke so I’m happy enough.” Simon cut in “You’ve probably been called out to crazier places” Theo laughed and said “well this is my first gay orgy, but yeah you could say I’ve been around”. He rubbed his nose and smiled. He looked as Simon walked over to the get a better look at the guys and he looked back shiftily to me. With an odd smile he held out a rolled up fiver “another line?” I smiled and went with him to snort up not one but two more lines of Charlie – to balance out my nostrils of course! He and I leaned back against the desk. “So is the dog thing a thing-thing of yours?” “Nah, Simon asked me to wear it cause I’m a reporter and some of the guys downstairs might freak out that a clean-living journo is here to document things…” “Then he sure as shit doesn’t know journalists – how’s Aenghus?” “He’s grand, just back from the second bypass…” We continued small talk as Simon kneeled onto the bed and the other two got up on their knees to share a three-way kiss. “You know,” I said, reluctantly, “if you want to go I’ll see you out” Theo smirked, “Yeah I suppose I should be doing that…” He turned and passed me his joint, “what the name of your dark friend there again?” “Gavin?” “Well, I’ve a thing-thing of my own…” I forcibly willed my face to stay in poker mode and pulled a toke of the joint. “Oh yeah?” Theo’s voice grew more guttural, it was clear his inhibitions were dropping more and more and the coke rush kicked in. He confessed “Mike y’see I love me the darky bitches. Fucking love em, love em.” He pinched his nose and sniffed and quickly rubbed some crumbs of coke off his moustache. I passed the joint back and nonchalantly started chopping up the coke behind us – Simon had poured one of the baggies out a bit. I made five passable lines. “What do you like about them Theo?” His eye grew fierce as he replied, “oh fuck, where to start – the feel of their skin is so soft, and the way they smell! And their pussy! Fuck me! I love going down on some darky’s cunt – the taste Mike! They taste like fucking heaven!” I leaned over close to my now jittery dealer, I knew coke-fuelled lust when I saw it. I whispered “just wait a little longer for me then, I want to show you something” I cleared my throat and said “lads, does anyone want to try one small line of coke?” Simon broke off the kiss and looked at the other two. They were obviously both a bit anxious, but intrigued. Padraic, who was now shirtless, came walking over, saying “I’ve only done coke twice before, but I’ll give it a shot” As he bent over to snort his line, I patted his ass fondly. …memories! Simon and Theo were the next two. Then Gavin walked up hesitantly. “I’m not sure about this guys” he said. I smiled and said “do you want to watch me do one line?” and Gavin nodded. Together Theo and I showed him the ins and outs of coke. We talked for a good five minutes about safety and knowing your limits. Gavin seemed reassured and tried his first line – I watched like an expectant parent! After Gavin stood up straight again I gave him a hug and turned him in the direction of Theo and motioned for him to hug his other coke-mentor too. It was a bit awkward but they did. As they embrace I came behind Gavin and hugged the both of them “Coke-buddies!” All squeezed up like that, I rubbed my hardening dick into Gavin’s lightly covered ass, and pecked the side of his tawny neck. “Gavin, you smell really good, what is that” I leaned in and inhaled deeply. I motioned at Theo to try the same. He smiled a bit confusedly and did so too. Gavin laughed and said “I think it’s just me mum’s lavender soap lads, ye can get off me now” I let him have some space as he came up on the nose-candy. I love watching first-timers on drugs! Takes me back! “Oh fuck!” Gavin was looking around excitedly, “everything’s so fucking electric!” He started making wiping motions on his cheeks, luxuriating in the feel of his skin on his own skin… “mmm, fuck me! Everything feels so fucking,” sniff, “perfect, y’know! He shook his head rapidly and looked up at us. His eyes were like saucers. I stretched out my arms and he hugged me again. I smiled and said “Welcome to the club Gavin!” and then motioned him to hug Padraic this time. When Padraic and Gavin embraced, they immediately started snogging again. Simon was starting to jack himself as his robe opened. Theo was looking at Simon’s substantial meat and his eyebrows were definitely reaching skyward. Thinking this may be a bit too much for Theo, I stepped across between the two to break the line of sight. “Gentlemen, gentlemen,” I announced, “I think in order to celebrate Gavin’s initiation, we should have him show us something” They all turned to me. “What are you talking about Mike?” I looked over at Theo and said to Gavin, “I think you should show us those purple Andrew Christians. How about it?” Gavin in newly found chemical confidence laughed and said, “Oh fuck yeah! Lets do this! Anyone got some music?” Simon pulled out his phone and soon there was a something Bollywood coming through hidden speakers in the room. Gavin guffawed and said “Oh fuck off mister! I’m half-Paki, not half-deaf! Get me something dirtier!” Simon smiled and next thing Christina Aguilera’s Dirrrty starts pumping out. I rolled my eyes at the fucking cliché, but Gavin got into it. He started shaking his shoulders and hips in a real straight-lad dance move, but then as his shucked off his hoody showing a nice tight white tank-top that contrasted nicely with his mocha skin, he started breaking out some real dance moves. The lad could fucking dance! Y’see this is the stuff you don’t get to know on Grindr! Anyways he’s holding his arms out in the air and shaking his hips. He runs one hand down to his belly and he slowly turns around the room, still shaking to the bass-line. Making circular motions with his hand, he lifts up the white vest and shows some beautiful smooth brown skin with a dark line of treasure trail bringing all our gazes down. The grey tracksuit bottoms came up to just about cover his hips, but as he turned around to all of us they slowly shifted a little south to reveal bright pinky-purple! The slutty jockstrap! Turning around into a squat to the line “sweat until my clothes come off”, he hikes his vest up over his head so his taut brown chest is exposed, with the vest just rolled up behind his shoulders. Dropping again into squats from side to side with the beat, holding his arms out clicking his fingers in rhythm, it was clear to everyone the lad had moves! By the chorus Padraic and Simon were getting more into it and gyrating a bit in front of Gavin, though to be honest Simon only had eyes for Padraic. Theo and I were treated to the rear viewing – pretty good seats actually! As Gavin dropped low for a third consecutive time, he hooked his thumbs into the waistpants of his tracksuit bottoms and started to inch them lower for the verse. The purple waistband grew and then abruptly ended and we were back to caramel flesh. As Gavin showed us inch upon inch of the swell of his ass cheeks and butt-crack, Theo was mesmerised. With the chorus coming up again Gavin turned his head and started to shake his exposed ass in my direction. I could almost see his nut brown pucker. I gave him a smile and gently nudged his rear toward Theo. At this stage the coke is proper kicking in with all of us and Theo let out a whoop. Next thing he was holding his joint with his teeth, while he grabbed Gavin’s hips and started grinding into him just as the rap began. Theo was in uncharted territory here as his hands were alternatively grabbing Gavin’s jockstrap and running along his smooth ass-cheeks. Gavin loved the straight lad’s attention and for the last part of the song backed back into Theo’s crotch, rubbing himself against Theo’s growing bulge. I could tell that Theo was battling some serious demons and walked over to the other two who were by now grinding together. Simon’s cock was poking out of his robe again and Padraic had grabbed it by hand just as the song ended… “Hey I’ve only done coke twice before. What about my initiation” he asked? Simon looked down at my GSBC and his gaze took in his ghostly pale skin and luminous white ass cheeks peeking out of his jeans. Spitting on his hand, he stretched his tanned arm behind Padraic and trailed a gooey finger into his asscrack. Padraic ground back against his probing and closed his eyes in pure pleasure at Simon’s digits and answered “something tells me you’ll be perfect for what’s next door” and nodding to me and the lads, lead Padraic to the master bedroom. I chuckled when I thought about who was probably waiting in there – Jay and Karl were gonna have a field-day with my poor pale ex. I turned back to see Gavin standing with his trousers down and bent over. He was saying something to Theo, but I couldn’t make it out. Theo looked to me and looked back to the brown boy in front of him, in the bright purple jock and little else. He looked back to me seemingly very conflicted as Gavin writhed in his hands, not knowing what to do with himself or his hands. I knew when to make an exit and grabbed the dog mask, saying “Lads, I’ve gotta do round with the party favours. Will ye relax here till I’m back?” and ducked out rapidly. Though I made sure to ask Gavin all about it when we were alone later. This is what he said…

Thanks man - yeah sorry for the delay - real life and what not. Previously… Leaving the tray back on the couch’s coffee table again and running over to doorbell I looked through the door spyhole. I first noticed Gavin, who was looking fucking fine in a tracksuit combo, not too unlike my original clothes. Then to my utter surprise, behind him I saw Theo and Padraic. Wait – what? WHAT? What the Fucking Fuck!? Right so… Who’re Theo and Padraic you ask? Well the first only happens to be my dealer, and Padraic was, well is… my latest major ex! I opened the door quickly before Padraic reached for the bell again, and ushered the lads inside. Each of them were wide-eyed at the dog mask, but rather than take it off, with Orson still sitting within view, I quickly ushered them upstairs. Upstairs in the corridor there were two guest bedrooms. I opened the first to see a dominant eastern European guy fisting another silver-fox daddy type. I went to the other, only to see this was the crash/changing room, with Kurk lying on a bed strewn with bags and clothes staring at the ceiling. Looking over at me and the lads, he sat up looking fearful – did he think I’d got me a lynch mob or something? Holding his hands out he started to babble. “I’m sorry I nearly choked you…” I held up my hand to cut him off. “Lad shut up, it’s alright, just try not to make it happen again, now could I ask ye a favour?” He nodded meekly and sniffled – god the lad was such a milksop in real life! “could you go down to Orson Adams and keep the fella company? He looks like he could use a mate right now” Kurk nodded eagerly and sprang out of the room. I turned to the assembled three and sat down on the bed. “Right so…” and I undid my dog mask. Gavin’s face lit up, Theo seemed unfazed and Padraic glowered. Padraic was the first to pipe up “What the fuck do you think yer doin texting me at so early on a Saturday morning saying ye need help, when yer kitted up like this?! Are ye in trouble lad? I got a fucking taxi all the way here!” Padraic was a cute short IT programmer from Crossmaglenn with dark floppy hair and a constant 5 o clock shadow, who apart from the terrible accent was actually a sweet guy. Too sweet though. To the point where your mother liked him – i.e. instant boner killer. We’d end up hooking up when I was weak and horny and while the sex was decent, the aftermath was the bitter pill. Y’see Padraic was the clingiest bastard I knew. He really was a lesbian passing himself off as a gay hotty. You know the joke about lesbians and what they bring on second dates? That’s Padraic, with the moving van. I still remembered when I snuck him up to the roof of the offices of the Irish Sun for a dirty fuck to celebrate a successful all-nighter at about 5am. Two hours after we fucked with the sunrise over Belfast I got a text from him asking if I had a suit. Why – you ask? Because his sister’s wedding was in two months. The sad thing is… I went to it. The sex was that good, even though we were a terrible match in all other ways. Only Padraic couldn’t see it. He’d start one moment with filthy ball-draining sex (usually outdoors) but then immediately take that as a sign you knew each-other well enough to move in together. I’d manage to break it off with him and be free for a month only to be drunk and horny on a Saturday night and then get a late night text from him asking if I wanted some no-strings fun. Which was a lie of course. Next thing you know, I was at his niece’s christening. Once I got a picture message of his pink wet asshole with a text saying “In my new apartment, builders gone for the day, could really use some new tools!” I was over like a shot, and after we fucked he asked me if I’d actually brought any tools with me. …seriously! I was trying to wrap my head around how he got here when Theo also spoke up. “I got a text from you saying you needed a fuckload of party favours (he hefted his bag) and money was no object. I presume that wasn’t you either?” Theo was a mid-forties buff rough bearded car mechanic from Portadown who’d had as many run-ins with the law as he had tattoos, which covered his impressive body up from his knuckles (roman numerals) to the side of his neck (a lotus tattoo). Right now he was wearing a white vest and jeans. I’d always wanted to fuck him but had always thought he was straight from the posters of page-three models in his grimy mechanic shop off the Falls road which doubled as his “office”. The mechanic thing was 50% of the business and worked as a front for the rest of the money. My cocaine-fuelled workmate Aenghus had passed the dealer’s details on to me to silence me for walking in on him (to be fair to me, it was 8am on a Tuesday morning!) on one of his all-nighter celebrations with a Romanian whore in our shared office. Took fucking ages to get rid of the smell of jaded pussy. It took even longer to get rid of the image of my middle-aged, overweight work colleague pounding into her – on my desk! To be fair to Aenghus, getting Theo as a dealer was wonderful – he was reliable, never fucked you around and always either he or one of his “boys” were able to meet within a few hours. The payment was a little on the expensive side, but you never shorted him. From day one Theo let me know about his “RA” (as we call the IRA) connections, so you knew what would happen to ye if you ever stiff him on a payment – up the Mourne Mountains in the boot of a car with a shovel and a shotgun and never heard from again. I started calling him for proper supplies about… well it must have been over a year ago since I’d properly shook off Padraic’s clingy embraces and I had wanted to live a little wild again. I just never expected anything like this to happen. Theo was a pipe-dream, but in reality, you don’t shit where you eat, and as much as I wanted to see the tattoos between his neck and waist, I would never have hit on Theo in a million years! I was pretty sure the guy was straight, and while he was civil and always professional, I’d no idea how he’d take being invited to a gay orgy? Right now his eyes kept running up and down my costume. I made myself comfortable on the pile of coats. “Padraic, Theo, look, here’s the deal..” I began …a voice from the doorway continued. “I invited you here because I wanted to see what makes a …man… like Mike McAllister tick?” Simon opened the door and stepped in wearing his red and grey silk robe. I turned to him furious. “You had no right!” Simon picked up my phone and showed me the unlocking pattern “M for Mike - pretty original eh?” I took it from him. He continued “…also with names like “Theo Hot-dlr” and “Great sex but crazy”, how could I not?” He lobbed my phone back at me. The silver fox went to shake hands with the three newcomers and remarked “nice to meet you all boys, my name’s Simon. I must say that our Mike has good taste! And Theo, have no fear, we’ll be wanting those party favours in a minute” Padraic, while obviously flattered at the attention from Simon (and who wouldn’t be? The man was fit as fuck!), had bridled at the revelation of my phone’s name for him and was looking to leave. Simon stepped into his path and made a shushing noise. “Now wait there …Padraic is it? I know you’re annoyed right now, but honestly has noone every told you that your ass is a masterpiece?” Padraic stood still. I didn’t like where this was going. Simon picked up Padraic’s hand earnestly. He continued, “you see in Mike’s Whatsapp Photos folder he’s kept images that you’ve sent him, and never deleted quite a sizeable collection of pics of your...”, he leaned into Padraic’s space, “pale… delectable… juicy… ass”. With each word he pulled him closer, using Padraic’s hand to open up his robe. The boy was like a rabbit in headlights. I’d never seen someone so obviously aware of their good looks and the effect they had on people. Simon ran his finger down the side of Padraic’s face. From the bed I could see Simon’s gleaming pecs and abs and just the start of the base of his cock –he was still hard – no doubt from Caverject. Simon started whispering in Padraic’s ears. I couldn’t make it all out but words like “make it up” and “gorgeous ass” and “proper man” were used. After a bit more murmuring Simon passed Padraic an unlit joint and said “C’mon Padraic. It’ll do you good to live a little! And there’s a strict Fight Club policy here – nothing is spoken about this outside of here, so you never have to fear about this getting out. Of course you also would have to promise never to repeat anything you see here to anyone”. Padraic stood back and nodded slowly. He was mollified for now. Simon walked over to Gavin and Theo. “Gavin, your pictures don’t do you justice!” Gavin mumbled a stammered “T-thanks” and blushed. Simon leaned in and whispered a little with the hot half-Pakistani nurse. I had no idea what to expect from Gavin “IRL”. We’d only ever chatted online so his personality was a mystery to me. However, seeing how quickly Simon had dealt with the loose cannon of Padraic, I wasn’t so surprised when Simon ran his fingers up from his exposed clavicle to underneath his chin. I could just make out the end of it from my mask, “and are you wearing that green jockstrap today? Mike showed me your pics and those Andrew Christians really frame that fuckable ass!” “Um.. no. Um it’s purple” “A man for bright colours! Give me a minute and I’ll have to ask for a private show! But for now can I have your word that what you see here won’t be repeated to anyone outside?” “Um.. yeah… sure” “Now then Theo, can you also keep a secret” Simon said and continued, “and yes I’m good for my word, as long as you’re discreet” Theo had reached over to offer Padraic a light and was lighting his own joint that had been tucked behind his ear. I had noted it when he came in because while his hair had a good length to it, it was slicked back on top and buzz-cut on the sides, 50’s mod-style. Theo was a hipster long before the Belfast hipsters could… well… move to Shoreditch in London, like every other bloody hipster. Simon guided Theo over to a desk where he asked him to show him what product he had. Their conversation very quickly hushed to a professional transaction. The bravado in Simon’s stance was quickly replaced with a look of discernment as Theo unzipped his bag and pulled out various zip-loc bags of pills and powders. Gavin was staring wide-eyed at the nonchalance that accompanied a massive drug-deal and backed over to me. He whispered, “so I never knew you were so into drugs man” Padraic, who’d been circling nearby, piped in “yeah that makes two of us” Padraic and Gavin sat on the bed to my left and pushed off a tonne of bags and coats to the floor on the window side of the bed. I turned to the two and spoke up in my defense. “Lads this has been a very unusual night for me, believe me”. I started to pull off the remainder of the dog mask. God it felt good to get that thing off of me! Padraic passed the joint to Gavin and exhaling a plume of sweet stinky ganja smoke said “it’s nowhere near night anymore lad, look out at the sunrise!” and pointed my gaze behind me to the sun now over the Titanic Quarter’s skyline – the two giant container cranes affectionately known as Samson and Goliath dominating. The yellow cranes, the tops of buildings, all of us were all being bathed in gold. I smiled and said “do you remember that last time we watched the sunrise from this high up Padraic?” He looked over to me and his eyes glinted with a smile before scowling again, “yeah it was great sex… was it crazy too?” I winced at that. Simon was a fucker for letting Padraic know my nickname for him – the nickname – which I’d shortened in my mind to GSBC, was my way of steering clear of him even though my dick ached for him sometimes when I was particularly wasted. It was my message to my drunk dialling self – Steer fucking clear! I shook my head to answer as diplomatically as possible, and said “Padraic, c’mon, you know we have fantastic sex together, I mean, fuck, think about that time with you and the carrot and the pavlova on your parent’s kitchen table! And well, you know how you are, you’ve said yourself you’ve no in-between, just first and fifth gear – it’s always a crazy rollercoaster when we meet-up...” Now maybe it was the fact that this was coming from a man who was still clad in a leather harness, jockstrap and chaps who at that moment had no right to be telling anyone else about rollercoasters, or maybe it was cause Padraic was still a little drunk from the night before, but next thing I hear is a muffled giggle, and then another one, and then a full out guffaw! “Pfffft!!!!” He then started to cough a bit on the weed he’d nabbed back from Gavin (cheeky bastard!) “Do you know, my mum found that carrot about a week later in my room getting laundry” “No!” “She never said anything, just left it on a pile of folded clean clothes the next day” “Fuccccckkkk!!” Gavin and I burst out laughing! I even heard a snicker from the boys over in the corner. Ice officially broken! I turned to Gavin. “Y’see Padraic wanted to try and be double penetrated, but we were out in bloody Crossmaglenn and could only find a grocer’s!” Gavin turned to Padraic and flashed him a brilliant smile, and said in hushed tones “I don’t know how you didn’t just leave home that day, pack everything and get the next ferry to Scotland!” Padraic laughed and said, “I think I’ve gotten through the worst of it, though my mum sure makes a lot more carrots for Sunday dinner! She doesn’t even like carrots. I think she does it just so she can ask me to pass them!” I chuckled and plucked the joint out of Padraic’s fingers and took a deep puff – ah nice! Gavin then piped up, “so back to your phone name…” and looked behind him at Padraic’s ass, “Simon called your ass a masterpiece”, he flashed another stunning smile, “you should have a name like ‘Masssssterpiece’ or something” and spelled out his word play. He winked to me “maybe you can show me the damning evidence?” Padraic smiled at the compliment and also leaned over while I took out my phone to steal the joint back again. Scrolling through my Whatsapp folder I showed Gavin a few of Padraic’s more explicit shots – mostly just his spread asshole – he knew how to get me going. Gavin was licking his lips. He whispered “That’s a sweet hole Padraic!” I looked down to see that Padraic’s left hand was on Gavin’s tracksuited knee. Padraic asked for reciprocation, and I pulled up some of Gavin’s Grindr photos. There was one of Gavin wearing his green jockstrap with a finger slipped up his hole. Padraic piped up “I hope you’ve been jacking off to both of us!” I laughed and nodded, “Oh definitely!” Padraic’s hand now was rubbing Gavin’s thigh. I now noticed Gavin’s hand had stretched behind Padraic and was grabbing as much of his butt as he could. Padraic turned to him, “So would you call it a masssterpiece?” and chuckled. “Oh definitely man” and then they closed in for a kiss. Just watching these two men I knew(ish) start to kiss eachother passionately, fuck me, it’s so fucking hot! Padraic’s 5 O’ Clock shadow was grazing against Gavin’s caramel brown complexion. Just look at the two of them, going from strangers to groping and kissing in a few minutes of meeting, it made me rock hard. I’ve always loved that moment of indecision in porn, where the bartender gets asked for a to stay and drink with his last customer, or the pizzaboy is asked for extra sausage. That moment where you can see their eyes weighing up how filthy they wanna show themselves being around you! Bam – instant hardon! I stood up off the bed and turned to watch Padraic guide Gavin onto his back. Simon and Theo had finished business behind me and were watching in interest…

Previously... The only thing that felt right about the last few minutes and now suddenly my hole felt empty. It was weird to realise that one cock was the perfect fit for my hole, the one cock to really fit in and not make me spaz out and demand it’s withdrawal within seconds of entry. The one cock to rule them all, heh! I needed that cock back in me! This would be the cock to teach me how to properly bottom, and learn about all the miracles of the prostate. I turned back to the talented cocksucker who’d been fucking me so smoothly, to say that I was ok now, only to see Orson Adams standing there with a rigid cock to match mine in size, looking at me with genuine concern… Orson fucking Adams! Fuck! Right so… Motherfucking Orson motherfucking Adams! Fuck my life! That scammy bastard had managed to fuck me while I was distracted by buff Northern Europeans and a troubled bisexual. As if he hadn’t been the bane of my life in college – always making snide remarks about my three boyfriends Joe, Andrew and Kevin when he thought he could get away with it and putting up posts to the college message boards about promiscuity being a sign of insecurity and not loving yourself. The prick who right now was lifting me gently to my feet and guiding me to an upstairs toilet. As I was worshipping the porcelain god and he was leaning against the sink trying not to notice, he commented “So I’m guessing that MDMA is pretty strong then” Keeping my voice low, I answered “yeah I guess the lads didn’t mean to get quite so carried away” “Still tho” he added, ‘that wasn’t cool. I’d just sunk my cock into your perfect hole, when suddenly you were spasming and thrashing and then gasping… I dunno what the fuck Kurk and Sven were thinking. That wasn’t cool” I retched at the memory and then was given a disposable toothbrush by the sickeningly attentive rat-bastard. He continued “this will sound weird, but I’ve been here all night, and at many of the other nights and yet those few minutes with you were the most intense I’ve felt in a long time. I mean… has anyone ever told you how beautiful your asshole is?” (What the fuck?) I wiped the leather mask’s insides with wet tissue, thankful for their cover. I kept my low voice, “don’t worry about it…” He looked a little sad and turned to me and asked “…but I want to. I mean, I don’t even know your name?” As I stood up and took him in, it dawned on me that Orson had actually seriously buffed up since our time in college. Not only had his skin cleared, but his chest and arms had filled out and on top of it he had a tattoo – Orson fuckin Adams had a tattoo – some tribal design on his hip (yeah how 90s!), but still! Also his young baby features now looked refined and youthful in his thirties. All in all, had I not known what a bastardy shit of a weasel he was, I may have actually been attracted to him. “It’s Dealer Dog bud, and don’t tell me yours, I’ll be ok thanks” His hopeful face, crumpled at my rebuff, I almost felt a little cruel, almost till I remember that this lad was probably behind the fact that me and my group had been ostracised from every gay function in Uni while we were there. I just wanted him to go. I pointed to the door. “Look the guys were a bit rough, it happens. But don’t go knocking them when you were the one fucking your big dick into me at the same time. That hurt too and I’ve gotta go make sure I’m ok down there now, so I’d like a little privacy.” Again Orson gave me wounded animal face. Nope, not gonna give him any sympathy. Still a rat-bastard, slimy arsed politician. As he walked for the door I heard, “I’m sorry, I thought you were enjoying it, I mean had I thought that I hadn’t had consent…” I turned and with the last shred of restraint said “that’s alright Orson, just go” and closed the door. I turned and leaned against the door. Fucking hell! I decided that the best thing right now would be to wipe myself down and clean myself out. With a wet cloth I gave myself a whore’s bath (down as far as possible, up as far as possible, then possible) which was all I could do without removing the chaps, though I did lose the dog mask to give myself some freedom …and mouthwash. Freedom and mouthwash – sounds like the next country and western hit! Then as I was sorting out my jockstrap (the front of which had gotten wedged above the chaps somehow), I replayed the last few minutes and realised… shit – I just used Orson’s name! I stared at myself in the mirror and pulled on the dog mask again, and looked at the creature staring back at me. I don’t quite know how long I stared at this leather clad Dober-man… “bzzt… Mike….” WTF? I looked around – someone had called my name – it sounded tinny. “Mike!” I looked down to the lightswitch, there was a speaker with a button beside it. It was Simon’s voice. “Um… yes?” I answered. Simon’s crisp tones came over the speaker. “Much as I enjoy watching you having your Donnie Darko moment, there are guests without drugs down there. Sort it out” I looked for a video camera, there were suspicious looking appliances in each corner near the ceiling. Now that I thought of it, these devices were downstairs as well. I looked up at the nearest sensor like device and nodded. “Oh and answer the door would you? It seems like there’s some reinforcements” I walked out into the upper level corridor, passing a panicked looking Kurk who gave me a very shame-faced acknowledgement – fuck it – who was I to judge him after the media circus I’d had a hand in putting him through? On the way down the steps I saw Orson sitting alone a stool by the kitchen island. I nodded at him from the dog mask and he returned it. There- we’re already back at civil relations. If I somehow got through this night without letting the only guy who decently topped me know who I really was, i.e. his slutty nemesis from college, then we’d have no problem. Walking into the reception/foyer area, I looked over to an antique coat stand and took a long cashmere oversuit coat and wrapped it around me. There was a wallet-shaped lump in the pocket and curiosity got the best of me and I sneaked a peak at the wallet’s insides. Multiple hundred pound notes and a credit card belonging to an Alan Slater, my mind was scanning the society columns... Wait wait… There was a developer family called the Slaters who lived and owned most of Carrickfergus whose son would be about 40. I hurriedly repocketed the wallet and took the coat off. My journalistic skills had got the better of me and I decided to quickly find out who else was here before I brought Gavin in. Grabbing the drug tray from beside the empty couch, I made my way further into the depths of the living room. Further back on an ottoman was a shaven headed guy I’d yet to meet being fucked rapidly by Sven. The guy was lying on his left side and had his tanned back to me (with some sort of flock of birds tattoo on his right shoulder blade). Looking at the movement of the two of them was pure poetry. He was being half-supported and fucked sideways by the bartender. When I say sideways I don’t mean it in the slang way like he was giving him a “sideways” fuck like a manic fuck or a rabbit fuck. I’ve heard it used all kinds of ways, but for me it still just means when you fuck someone at a ninety-degree angle to their hole, not the usual doggy or missionary position. Sven held up the guy’s right leg while leaning his chest against it to slam his pale cock down his fuckhole. The view from behind, as the shaven headed bottom shoved his head into the fabric of the ottoman and buried moans of pleasure that matched Sven’s pounding rhythm (definitely rolling with ecstasy I thought!). The bottom had wrapped his right arm around a couch cushion like he was holding on for dear life! Sven was running his free right hand down the right side of the bottom, taking in all the sweat and the tattoos, while never missing a beat in his relentless pounding. The muscular ass-cheeks were facing me and stretched apart in this position, giving me a full-on clinical view of the fuck. I watched the bottom’s taut connective tissue around his hole expand and contract around the shaft of Sven’s cock looking like the easiest thing in the world. I still knew that, were it me in that position, I’d have to be high as a fucking kite. Cause there was no way I’d want to allow that much cock in me sober. The bottom’s ass lips looked like they were sucking down on Iceland’s hottest export. I knew that position could really work for some though, but even still… I remember once back in college days I was sitting on the armchair jacking off watching Joe fucking Andrew on the coffee table right in front of me. Then Kevin, the blonde nerdy engineering student, who was standing beside me, started wiggling his asshole over my cock from the side of the armchair. I told him that if he wanted it, he had to sit on it (I was way too stoned to move at that point). The only problem was that there wasn’t a lot of room in front of me, what with the other two fucking there, so while I lubed up, Kevin just reached back and grabbed the other arm of the armchair and angled himself above me still facing to the left. As I said before I’ve a pretty girthy cock so it was maybe even easier for Kevin, who was a bit of a reluctant bottom except when stoned. When he was baked, well, all hell broke loose and you had to hide every hard cock in the building! He was a bitch in heat then… Anyways I always liked the position cause while you sacrificed depth, for a lot of prissy bottoms it was easier for them to take me. I remember Kevin basing out on me in one pure motion that time, and he normally took forever to get me all in. While I was looking at Sven in all his pale perfection standing and holding the muscled lad’s right leg way up and grinning and heaving like a maniac, the doorbell rang again. Fuck! I gotta go get that… Leaving the tray back on the couch’s coffee table again and running over to doorbell I looked through the door spyhole. I first noticed Gavin, who was looking fucking fine in a tracksuit combo, not too unlike my original clothes. Then to my utter surprise, behind him I saw Theo and Padraic. Wait – what? WHAT? What the Fucking Fuck!?

Nice one. Nothing like a surprise orgy - realy well written too!

Someone asked who I base dthe guys off of, and some of them are real-life celebs and some aren't I've listed my ideas for the guys below, but it's up to you who you think the guys look like. Feel free not to click these links and keep your Sven or Andreas! Though I'd be interested in knowing what you think the guys look like Someone asked if Orson was based on a real life Northerner like Kurk and I said I guessed I based him off of a VERY young Gerry Adams without the beard and a bit blonder/redder http://ichef.bbci.co.uk/news/560/media/images/74581000/jpg/_74581572_2006_2006_march_news_2006_gerry_adams_&brendan_hughes.jpg More like this guy I guess: http://www.independent.ie/incoming/article31147485.ece/ALTERNATES/h342/Don%20ONeill.jpg Kurk is this Kirk: http://www.theguardian.com/politics/2010/jan/08/iris-robinson-kirk-mccambley-belfast Iain is based on Keegan Hirst: https://yakymour.files.wordpress.com/2015/11/keegan-hirst-taking-a-shower.png?w=640 I may be adding another one or two northern Irish lads - this northern Irish celeb is who I'm basing Tadhg off of http://images.thehollywoodgossip.com/iu/s--dPCKsxlp--/t_teaser_wide/f_auto,fl_lossy,q_75/v1382635235/jamie-dornan-photograph.jpg https://cloudpix.co/en-un-anuncio-de-abercrombie-calvin-klein-jamie-dornan-22046.html Oh and if you're interested this is kinda what I had in mind for Sven: This guy but paler hair: http://previews.123rf.com/images/maridav/maridav1412/maridav141200014/34938980-Fair-isle-sweater-Handsome-man-portrait-in-beautiful-nature-landscape-Young-caucasian-male-model-in--Stock-Photo.jpg And Andreas: http://www.donnabaldwin.com/male/portfolio.asp?ID=552 And Simon: http://www.mens-hairstyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Classic-Mens-Hairstyles.jpg https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-static/static/2014-06/26/15/enhanced/webdr08/grid-cell-6237-1403812200-11.jpg And Gavin who I'm gonna shortly introduce: http://www.fashionroom.pk/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/arsalan-javed.jpg And Theo (a newcomer drug dealer mate of Mike) http://imgur.com/7caCTcA Let me know what you think

Previously… Meanwhile Sven was tweaking my left nipple with one hand and with his right he was shoving his fingers past one of the four detachable buttons on the dog snout – the snout would come off if all four were detached. He shoved his fingers expertly in to find my mouth. Sticking his index and middle finger in my mouth he started grinding his chubbed-up boner against my hip, Saying “I’m gonna fuck you ya little bitch”. I heard the snap as the other lower button for the snout was detached. The snout was movable now and I opened my eyes in alarm as I was being exposed after Simon strictly told me not to be. Right in front of me was an expanse of white skin stretched taut over a six-pack, dark pubes leading to dripping hard hooded eight inch cock. Kurk McCaimble was standing over me and Sven. He pushed the snout to the side and fed me his cock. Right so… …. Mmmfhhh …was what I said. Not that anyone was listening. I was being …well… ravished! I was being ravished on the couch in a sex party that I’d brought MDMA to. One moment I’m sitting on my favourite bartender’s knee, the next, I’m on my back on his lap, with my legs held in the air by a sexy blond Übermensch, while Northern Ireland’s male Christine Keeler stands over me, feeding me his thick dripping meatstick while a fourth lad goes nuts on my cock. I’m being force-fed cock through a dog mask I might add. Which I was grateful for, cause I wasn’t sure whether Kurk would know who I was (or the many invasive articles about his life I’d written) but I’m pretty sure Sven the bartender could enlighten him. I’d bragged about my “important journalist” job long enough to try and gain his interest. Although honestly Sven probably wouldn’t remember enough about me other than that I was a regular down at the bar, he had enough guys hitting on him. Maybe the MDMA was just feeding my paranoia. Maybe I didn’t need to wear a dog mask and could suck Kurk’s juicy cock with impunity. And fuck it was juicy! With the support of Sven’s hand on the back of my masked head, I was getting as much of that fuckstick into my mouth as I could. I know most people are programmed to look at some groups a little way outside their genepool as attractive, but say what you want, as far as I’m concerned, Irish guys have the nicest dicks of any white people. There’s just something so big and satisfying about Irish cocks. English cocks suffer by comparison. I mean they’re fine, but they’re always lacking something – either length or they’re a bit too freakily narrow, or their head is much bigger than their shaft… Irish cocks are always well proportioned. Call me racist if you like, but it’s a consideration when I shag a guy – for white dick, you can’t beat fat home-raised Irish dick. And Kurk’s was a beaut! He was getting really into thrusting into my mouth. His foreskin has been sliding back in my mouth as he grew and grew and now I was getting the back of my throat punch-fucked by his fat mushroom head. Thank fuck there was a bit of space for my nose in that mask cause I was hitting dangerously close to gagging. I can’t imagine what it must have looked like to the 23 year old, shoving his cock into a Doberman-styled facemask, but I hoped my oral skills would overcome the weirdness of it. Meanwhile, while I was getting effectively mouthraped by Northern Ireland’s most famous man-candy and secret bisexual, my ass was being held open to all kinds of stimulation. The blond Andreas had pulled up my legs by the knees and my cock, balls and hole were propped up off of Sven’s lap for Andreas’ cocksucker to feast on. The big-dicked fourth guy from the couch, the one who had been busy sucking Andreas off when I sat down, was now running his tongue up over my asshole, across my taint and up my shaft as he chowed down on me. The feelings were intense and kept distracting me from blowing Kurk, who luckily was now more slowly thrusting into me, cause Andreas had started rimming him from behind. I was really getting into the rhythm when with a forceful thrust Sven shoved me all the way down on Kurk’s cock. Oh fuck I nearly threw up! Yet that really seemed to do it for Kurk cause he was getting pretty rigid and close to cumming. Meanwhile the lift-up by Sven made me able to see Andreas behind him, rimming the 23 yr old, reversing their roles from when I came over to see them first. The blond’s body took up most of my vision as I watched him jerk his cock – yeah German cocks could definitely go for second place after Irish ones if basing them on Andreas – it was cut and perfectly proportioned to his muscular body. The guy must have been a model or something. I still couldn’t see much of the fourth guy – just the top of his wavy haired head between my legs. He must have been on the floor on all fours rimming me off the couch. I couldn’t see him but I definitely could feel him. He was treating my asshole like a gourmet meal, really getting his face in there. I applaud these men – no prissy whining about what they will and won’t do – just getting stuck in like a dog digging for a bone. He transferred his attention to my oozing cock and another MDMA wave of euphoria swept over me… Fucking hell! I felt like I was cumming the precum that was dripping from my cock into the unknown guy’s mouth. Not that he minded, the sucking grew more intense – damn tho! He fucking knew what he was doing – slurping up all my pre-jiz, the slut! Fuck yeah! As I writhed under this assault, Kurk had established a rhythm with Andreas, lifting his right leg to balance on the back of the couch to give the German more access, now more forcefully shoving his throbbing cock into me. I felt fingers back around my pulsing hole, then what was definitely… not a finger. I thought back to the cock I had seen when I came over first – it was a massive juicy one even when semi-hard. I started to tense in spite of myself, but I couldn’t speak over Kurk’s cock. I pulled back to try and dislodge him, only to have Sven shove me all the way back down to Kurk’s pubes. As I spent all my concentration on trying not to upchuck whatever was left of yesterday’s chilli-fries on Kurk’s crotch, I felt a tapping and some cold lube on my hole. Fuck! I was going to be fucked soon if I wasn’t careful! However this time my asshole’s tingling had warmed up to a pulsing feeling and the idea of something thick and heavy parting my ass-pussy lips right now, well it kinda felt fucking right! I worked my hips up and down to rub against the tip of the cock and felt the pressure mount. Speaking of pressure, Kurk’s dick was getting rigid as he stepped up his pace of thrusting into my face, getting rock hard whenever I pulled back and retched. I felt he should have cum by now, but some guys take forever. Also even though I couldn’t hear it, I think he signalled Sven to make me deep-throat him non-stop. Cause next thing Sven had grabbed the mask, holding onto each of the Pinscher ears and was making me skull-fuck the lad faster and faster. This may sound hot, but unless you’re into really rough play, it’s about as sexy as waterboarding. I was fucking gasping, unable to breathe as Kurk’s cock rammed the back of my throat repeatedly. I started seeing little stars out of the side of my darkening vision, and if that wasn’t enough, the fourth lad had decided that now was as good a time as any to pop his cock in. As the massive head shoved in my strangely receptive asshole, and Kurk’s cock plunged to the back of my throat, I couldn’t take all the invasion and puked up all over Kurk’s cock and pubes. I managed to hold most of it in my mouth, mostly, but as Kurk looked down at me barf, he got a distant look in his eye and suddenly convulsed with cumming – a mixture of pleasure and disgust shot across his features, while cum shot across mine – well at least across my mask. He pulled his puke-covered cock out of me as I gasped for air. “Oh shit” he exclaimed, jumping off the couch and running for the toilet. I swallowed back the puke, to make it seem like what happened didn’t just happen and then erupted in a coughing fit as some puke went down the wrong pipe – I was a mess! The lads were a bit stunned by Kurk’s sudden departure, so what with my mask, it seemed like the only one who realised that I’d thrown up was Kurk, who was probably in the bathroom wondering right now if he should be shocked that he came after and not before I blew chunks into his pubes (in my opinion no worse a fetish than fucking some leathery old homophobic vadge-bag, but what do I know?). Not fucking Sven (the over-zealous bastard), or Andreas (the oblivious bastard)… …but then I heard a familiar voice, “Jesus lad are you ok?” and I felt a cock pull out of me, a cock which up until now I’d forgotten about in the messiness of the last few minutes of coughing and spluttering. The only thing that felt right about the last few minutes and now suddenly my hole felt empty. It was weird to realise that one cock was the perfect fit for my hole, the one cock to really fit in and not make me spaz out and demand it’s withdrawal within seconds of entry. The one cock to rule them all, heh! I needed that cock back in me! This would be the cock to teach me how to properly bottom, and learn about all the miracles of the prostate. I turned back to the talented cocksucker who’d been fucking me so smoothly, to say that I was ok now, only to see Orson Adams standing there with a rigid cock to match mine in size, looking at me with genuine concern… Orson fucking Adams! Fuck!

Previously... I realised the guys were all looking at me, and cleared my throat. “Hi guys - anyone interested in a line or two of MDMA?” Sven looked over at me and said “Hey lads, the dealer dog is here! Here boy! C’mere boy!” and patted his knee. Oh boy. This was gonna be a tough night. Right so.... The German pulled off of Sven’s pale juicy cock and joined in, “We got our own drug dog”. He looked at me while I approached. “Aber wo ist deinen Schwanz? …where is your tail?” He reached around and grabbed my cock as if checking for the missing dog-tail, and smiled a big toothy smile at me. I learned much later that the German for tail was also a slang word for cock, so this was the height of German humour…. …yeah…. The German was another perfectly muscled specimen – the classic tall, blond, well built, blue-eyed Deutscher – you could definitely tell which side this guy’s great-grandparents were on. There was just so much of him – often muscle guys tend to be on the short side – but not this lad – I’d say he was about 6’5 and mid twenties. His skin was tanned and his hair was a yellow-blond and slicked back. He may have had a hipster man-bun in the bar – I was little vague on that, but here it was loose and swept behind his ears. As I stared back from my mask, the eye contact was intense – his blue eyes were almost unrecognisable from earlier as they were so dilated. Looking into his dark child-like pupils, I hoped I’d be able to drop the mask act soon and disentangle this Teutonic beauty from the two guys sucking on him. I started to daydream about snogging him while having his knees up on my shoulders, running my fingers through his hair, looking down at his accordioned abs while shoving my cock into him, mmm fuck yeah he was delicious… but first I had a job to do. I indicated to the tray as best I could and the German moved a bit further back and tapped Sven’s lap. “Hier Hund, Platz!” “Fuck’s sake” I thought. I was glad people couldn’t see my look of disdain under the Doberman-Pinscher style mask but moved to where the lad indicated. Sitting down as the German raised himself up even further to scope out my goods, I made a stable seat on Sven’s muscled legs, balancing the tray on my lap. I took in the Icelander’s (or was he a Norwegian?) pale skin, pink nipples and proud six-inch cock (currently shoved against my leg) and proffered him the rolled twenty-pound note. He looked me in the eye through the mask (no recognition) and patted my ass, his hand rubbing along where Jay’s mouth was a few minutes ago (seriously why was everyone so into my ass at this party?). I turned a little and I hear Sven gasp “aye… bad puppy!” I realised I might have been pushed up against his cock a bit too tight. Scooting my ass back into his cupping hand, I smirked as I thought of all the times I drunkenly flirted with the white blond hotty. And yet he had no idea who I was right now. His right hand stroked absently at my ass cheeks through the chaps, idly starting to work one finger into my crack. He took the roll and looked over the tray in appreciation of the many, many lines Simon had crushed out upstairs. He one-handedly did two lines and then passed the rolled note to the smiley German, all the while running his finger and now thumb firmer against my ass crack. I opened my legs just a little to give the Nordic god a bit more leeway – my hole was still feeling tingly from Jay’s half-hearted booty bump, and Sven’s thumb felt so good as it connected with my pucker. Nice. The coke was making me love his rough assplay whereas usually at this point if I were sober, I’d be getting uncomfortable about now and so turning roles with whomever I was with. I ground against his digits, and then stopped as the tray shook a bit too much. “Hund sitz! Ruhe!” I took this to mean “be still” and looked over to the German who was gazing down at the lines. He was holding the rolled-up note in one hand and using the other hand to push down on the head of the wavy-blond haired big cocked guy who was giving him head. I still couldn’t make out his face. Sven piped up behind me, “Andreas, shut up and snort your drugs. You’re gonna like this” and he leaned back in pleasure, as the effects started to kick in. Andreas turned to me and asked “this is not coke no? Cause I get the… how do you say – Durchfall?” He made some motions toward his ass (which was still being rimmed by Kurk Motherfucking McCaimble!) and I figured out what he meant. “No it’s not coke, it’s MDMA. It usually has the opposite effect on you – it’ll be a day before you can shit again” Andreas seemed satisfied and scooted down over the tray. I looked over the line of Andreas’ ass cheeks to see Kurk really getting stuck into the German’s ass. My journalistic side let out a quiet sigh – Northern Irish celebrity scandal happening right in front of my nose (well – snout at least) and I couldn’t tell anyone. This was the angle we all wanted to know, that Kurk McCaimble liked boys as well! Y’see Kurk wasn’t just a young pretty 23 year old from Ballymena, he was/is our Monica Lewinsky. This hapless kid (well what I could see over Andreas’ ass cheeks) was a son of a friend to the family of the Robinsons – Mr and Mrs Robinson were the power couple of major right-wing conservative evangelist politicians who headed up the more extreme DUP – which sadly had a lot of voters here. His father (the friend) had died about three years back and so he took to spending a lot of time with Iris – the wife of the first minister Peter and an MP in her own right. She (a fifty-five year old) took him under her wing, helped him start up a café with some dodgy developer money and then seemingly one thing lead to another and they started sleeping together. Which was wrong on quite a few levels – I mean, I’ve no problem with age-gaps, but she knew him since he was a baby, and she was always on air preaching fire and brimstone against anyone who defied her strict interpretation of the bible – Gays and women who had abortions were particular targets for her. She likened homosexuality to paedophilia on more than one occasion, and made some vile comments that were really more at home in some southern US state than in Western Europe. I mean I know we’ve problems in Northern Ireland but it’s not like anyone’s picketing funerals here. She was even investigated as to whether she was inciting hate-crimes at one point. Vile fucking trollop. So it made it all the more delicious when the developers started looking for their money back, and then through a tip-off and a BBC investigation the whole story came pouring out. Fucking beautiful! Well of course I had a field day with it. Everyone did. You couldn’t write enough column inches as more and more lurid details of the scandal came out. It was world news! He’d been trying to break it off with her for a while before she started demanding the money back off him. I broke a story that he’d eventually lied and said he had testicular cancer to get her to leave him alone. She’d illegally not declared a conflict of interest at the council meetings where his café plans were approved. She had to resign and was under police investigation for her multiple crimes. She told her family over Christmas and then tried to overdose on pills, although we weren’t sure if it was pills or cutting herself. She went off to an asylum to recover. Her husband had to say he hadn’t a clue what she was doing and eventually stepped down himself because of it all. You couldn’t make this shit up! The Simon and Garfunkel song “Here’s to you Mrs Robinson” got heavy airplay all that year. Kurk himself ran off to Australia for a while till things cooled down. I hadn’t heard he was back. I remember writing another article tallying up all the offers he had gotten from gay magazines to pose for them and to really stick it to the homophobic crone, but he never took them up on it. I admit I was gutted he didn’t, cause with his dark hair, pale skin, watery blue eyes and full red lips, he was a real stunner. The more lyrical journalists likened him to Naoise – a famous Irish mythical hero and a male Snow White if you will. But now my patience was finally rewarded, as he leaned back from Andreas’ ass and I saw his slim 23 year old body, like mine in that his shoulders and smooth pecs weren’t so fully developed, but everything was tight and he had a lovely six pack leading to a treasure trail and a deep dark thatch of pubes. That was as far as I could see before Andreas pulled back up rubbing his nose. “Vun line” he announced and dove down for his second. Sven was circling his thumb deeper and firmer around my pucker. It took all my control to sit still while the German snorted his second line. Sven licked his fingers behind me and restarted his assault on my hole, trying to work a finger in. I shuddered as he got one knuckle deep. His stubbly chin was by my leather covered ear, and I heard him saying “you like that dog-boy?” as he pushed in to the second knuckle. Man this was getting me hard! Of course with the caverject, this meant that in less that 20 seconds I was butting my cock over the tray and into Andreas’s shoulder. Andreas turned to look at my cock and looked up at me. “Mmm böse Hund! Dein Schwanz ist gro­ßartig!” he said and reached over for my cock, engulfing about 6 inches in one go. The heat, the warm, wet “rightness”, Sven’s fingers, the MDMA heightened pleasure, it was all so fucking intense! I buckled, and the tray nearly went flying off my lap. Quickly the German snatched the tray up with one hand and arched his back delivering the tray to Kurk behind him, while showing his amazing muscles (was that an eight–pack? And fuck - look at those cum-gutters!) and all the while holding the head of his cocksucker firmly in place. This guy was a pro! Kurk took the tray and twenty pound note, and immediately started to snort his fill. Fuck – so many front-page articles! If I could even get a hint of this out, I could finally get a decent office and not have to share with the racing columnist and resident alcoholic Aenghus with the smelly feet and his constant racing theories… Moving back to me, the German started to bend down over my cock again and his wet mouth pushed further down to take in nearly all of my 9.5/10 inches. I closed my eyes, and listened to the thumping of my sped-up heartbeat. Sound was a bit muffled from outside but I could hear Sven beside me say “Oh yeah, suck that cock Andy!” as his hands pulled from my ass and started to run up my back and around to my stomach, then running up under the harness to start working my nipples. Another set of hands – the German’s? – was running up and down my leather covered legs, hooking under my knees, bringing my legs up and spreading me further apart on the couch as he engulfed my shaft. A third set of hands (?) started to cup my balls and expose my taint, pulling my hips forward for frontal access to my hole through my chaps. I was shoved back against Sven, who was currently kissing the back of my neck, just under where the mask began. The smell of Salmiakki on Sven’s breath reminded me of Simon and our earlier fuck-session. That with the feelings of Sven’s and Andreas’ mouths on me, three sets of hands rubbing and pushing me into a passive position, the grunts from Andreas and dirty mutterings from Sven, a lot of shifting of weight on the couch – it was all a sensory overload. I felt that if I opened my eyes I’d be sick from the overstimulation, and kept them squeezed shut. Schlopp! The German pulled his mouth off of me with a smacking noise and a contented sigh and I felt my cock immediately shoved to my right and another mouth taking over. Oh shit! Oh Fuhhhuuuukkkk! This cocksucker really knew what he was doing. The perfect combination of tightness and tongue-play! I could guess that this must have been the cocksucker Andreas had been holding onto for so long. Now I knew why. That must be the third pair of hands too. Hands that were right now cupping my balls and reaching up to my pucker. Connecting a finger with my tingling wet pink hole. I opened up a little more as one of these spit-lubed digits easily slipped in. Shit! It must have been because of the booty bump from earlier but I was loving this ass attention! Meanwhile Sven was tweaking my left nipple with one hand and with his right he was shoving his fingers past one of the four detachable buttons on the dog snout – the snout would come off if all four were detached. He shoved his fingers expertly in to find my mouth. Sticking his index and middle finger in my mouth he started grinding his chubbed-up boner against my hip, Saying “I’m gonna fuck you ya little bitch”. I heard the snap as the other lower button for the snout was detached. The snout was movable now and I opened my eyes in alarm as I was being exposed after Simon strictly told me not to be. Right in front of me was an expanse of white skin stretched taut over a six-pack, dark pubes leading to dripping hard hooded eight inch cock. Kurk McCaimble was standing over me and Sven. He pushed the snout to the side and fed me his cock.

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Previously... So there I was bearing a tray of MDMA and trussed up better than a leather-freak at Folsom. I looked down at the jutting oak-beam staircase, hearing the throbbing house beats coming from below and thought “better begin my descent…” Right so... Taking it easy, I descended down the steps. Someone was playing some slick R&B and it took me a while to figure out the song just before the chorus struck – “No Diggity!” Ah of course! I was a little annoyed with myself that I didn’t get it quicker, but I was mostly concentrating on getting down the precarious stairs without falling flat on my face… or worse, spilling the drugs. First thing I thought, heading down, was “fuck it’s hot with all this gear on”. The room temperature didn’t help and I guess having a lot of guys fucking in a confined space for the last six hours will heat things up literally. The lighting was also really dim and I could barely see out of the mask. On the last step I tripped and almost dropped all the drugs when I was suddenly grabbed by two stunning black guys. Both were wearing just jockstraps and had dark black skin. The slightly shorter and more muscular one greeted me with a camp raspy cockney accent. “Alright mate, or should I say mister Dealer Dog, I’m Jay, and that’s Karl”. He pointed at the somewhat stoic taller guy. Jay had that classic cockney accent like a black Del-Boy from Only Fools and Horses. “Good thing we caught you innit? Don’t want you messing up all that sweet powder” He rattled on, “anyways we thought we’d come here and see what her Majesty has brought us. After all, we tradesfolk have got to stick together eh?” and with that ran a finger down my chest to my belly-button. Pulling his finger back, he licked it teasingly and asked, “may I?” I nodded and he deftly bent over and snorted a line of MDMA off the tray. He passed the rolled twenty-pound note to Karl who looked back at him for reassurance and then hesitantly ducked down. He raised a manicured eye-brow, both of the guys had artfully maintained facial hair, with Jay sporting a little soulpatch and Karl with a goatee. “Our Karl here, is a bit new to the scene” he said apologetically, “but we’re both not here for our conversation abilities…” at this point he grabbed my hand and slipped it down his own jockstrap. Wow. That was a lot of cock. Still not breaking rhythm, Jay had continued, “…two twelve inch West Indian tops and now with the Cialis from earlier kickin’ in, we’ll be the bulls of the party, so ya better hide your kids and hide your wife…” I chuckled at his joke and was about to ask him about the whole “bull” theme, but Jay had once again picked up his patter. “…Maybe after that we’ll have to have a look at what’s hiding under all that leather darling” He ran his fingers up and down my stomach. I quivered, partly from the attention and partly cause I love a good cockney accent, like how his “darling” sounded to me like “darlink”. He reminded me of this rough east-end couple I spent a weekend with in London somewhere in Brixton. I never knew where exactly – they had a taxi pick me up from London Bridge and drop me off there in a drug haze three days later. They lived in a rough neighbourhood but they were minted. They just were both whorish bottoms who loved their cocaine, and my dick up their ass while they topped eachother. Remembering that sweaty coke-fuelled scene, I made a low throaty growl. He smiled and continued “Well it seems this pup likes his tummy rubbed, but that’s for later. Right now, follow me” Jay quickly linked my arm and motioned me over to the kitchen counter. I could see shapes at the other end of the kitchen – seeing through the mask and the dim lighting was tough, but I thought I could make out two couples fucking. Jay set the tray down on the counter and began nonchalantly scraping an MDMA pile with a butterknife. I looked past him to see that Karl was effectively blocking anyone’s view of Jay’s pilfering, as he scraped up 6 lines worth of powder into a little plastic baggy. He continued, “…y’see, Yours truly has a good relationship with her Highness up there” he nodded back up the staircase, “and while I always have a wonderful time pounding all the ass she offers, it can get a little wearying and I need to stash away all the chemical help I can get.” He nodded toward to the humping shapes in the corner. “Especially when this greedy bunch are done with it…” Opening another baggy (I don’t know to this day where he kept them!), Jay scooped out a bump and snorted it, adding afterward “just a little coke for the road, cause I can bet you, now that she’s sent you down here to the herd”, again he nodded toward the staircase, “she’ll want someone to help her open up that pale-assed rugby player.” I laughed and said my first word to Jay since I met him, which was some achievement as that lad was in full coked-up babble-mode. “Hugo?” Jay turned to me and laughed, “sweetheart, when your host has a fetish, no, no, a life-calling, to see Big…(he took a breath for effect – Jay was nothing if not dramatic), Black…. (another dramatic pause) Cock… disappear into pale Irish-boys’ asses, all while she’s spun high on all the letters of the alphabet. Well lets just say, I don’t have to worry about competition from some dildo! I mean why else would he fly us over here for every party.” I nodded, it was pretty much the only reaction I could give in the dog mask. “…although I may need to worry about competition from you”, he continued, stepping close to rub my leather encased cock. With Jay’s attention, and also with the healthy dose of Caverject, my meat sprang to life and strained against the jock. I groaned as Jay’s quick hands unbuttoned the leather jock-covering and let me free. Jay motioned Karl to stand in from of both of us and then whispered in Karl’s ear. He duly got to his knees and fished out Jay’s cock to position it semi-hard beside mine. Wordlessly he started jacking us both. I looked down at my pale pink-headed glistening cock with Karl’s mahogany fingers working me up and down, and I started to see the appeal of Simon’s fetish. From a pure aesthetic point of view, the contrast of pale white (and they don’t get much paler than Northern Irish lads) and the deep black of these two lads, was something elegant and yet lustful. The kinda thing you’d see for sale as a coffee-table book in the gay section in Waterstones bookshop with some poncy title like “Ebony and Ivory by Richard Mapplethorpe” – C’mon lads, we all know it’s fucking porn, don’t pretend it’s art! The contrast between Jay’s and my cock grew (literally as well as figuratively) as Karl jacked us to hardness. Now I could see he wasn’t exaggerating and had at least two inches on me. Pushing us both together with our backs against the kitchen counter, Karl struggled to fit us both into his mouth. Now that was fucking hot. I looked down at my white cock by Jay’s thick black meat –his was hardening up to be also about an inch wider in girth – and as I’ve mentioned before, I’m very girthy. Poor Karl only managed to fit about the top third of our cocks into his mouth. I ran my finger down along his goatee and tried to stick my thumb in beside my cock – I couldn’t – his lips were stretched completely taut around the both of us. I turned to face Jay. “Well Jay?” “I think that’s at least ten inches, and I think we’re going to have to teach Karl a lesson in deep throating. Wanna go first Mister Dog Man?” As he said that the MDMA was enhancing every movement Karl made with my cock. I couldn’t remember it ever being so sensitive. Jay was following an easy cock-pumping rhythm with Karl’s mouth, in counterpoint to my own. The tightness, and Karl’s tongue trying to rub under first my cockhead and then Jay’s. It was all a stimulus overload. Jay asked again “do you want to go first?” I replied, “kiss me and I’ll do whatever you say…” and with that I pulled the dog mask up till the snout was covering my eyes and freeing up my mouth. Jay smiled and leaned into me… Total stimulus overload… Oh fuck! Jay’s pillowy black lips and tongue began invading my mouth. I was sweating profusely under the chaps and mask, and it felt like the sweat was joining the MDMA and I was awash with some sort of joy liquid that was seeping out of my every pore. Running his fingers across my chest, running the sweat droplets on my chest into little rivulets, it felt like Jay was tracing some pleasure tattoo on my skin, and everywhere he touched, shone. Running his fingers up over the harness and down my back, he worked his way down to the small of my back. There I had laces that Iain had secured to keep my chaps on. Running his index finger across each taut lace like a slow guitar player, Jay teased me with his tongue, swooping in and then feather light. Meanwhile I felt the muffled slurping from Karl below. Fucking heaven! Jays fingers eventually past all the laces and down to my sweaty exposed ass. He pulled back his fingers for a second and then sought out my hole, so I moved my legs further apart to give him access. Oddly his fingers felt already lubed up as he started to work my ring – I guessed it was my sweat. Shortly after that I relaxed and gave him some more access and felt a gritty burning sensation as his fingers worked themselves, one, then two inside. “Hmm…” I pulled back from the kiss and the fingerfuck more than a bit quizzical. I wasn’t a fool and knew a booty bump when I felt it. Which admittedly was only the second times I’d done one. “What the fuck was on your fingers Jay?” He chuckled and raised his eyebrows. “How about you guess Dog Boy?” “Well I’m not here to be fucked” I remonstrated gently but firmly, “so let’s give Karl more attention here” and with that I pulled the dog mask back down. Turning back to the younger of the two, I pushed my cock forcefully to the back of his mouth, dislodging Jay. It was more than a little bit on-purpose, cause while I was all for chemmed-up fun, it needed to be on my terms. I needed to know what I was putting in my body, and I needed to make that informed choice. Below Karl gagged but then managed to keep me in. I smiled at him encouragingly. I was getting a bit more of my cock into his throat with each thrust. Karl definitely knew what he was putting in his body, which I hoped would progress to being all ten inches of me, very soon. As I refocussed on Karl, Jay whispered into my ear “sorry Dog Man, I didn’t mean to be rude, let me repair the situation” and with that he ducked down to the floor. Next thing I know, while I’m really properly starting to test Karl’s gag reflexes (short answer – pretty decent control for a kid his age – I later found out he was just 19 and straight seemingly???), I feel a rasping tongue at my crack. Jay was down there to eat out all of what he bumped into me. Fucking awesome sauce!! With the MDMA I could already feel every lap of Jay’s tongue as he pulled my ass-cheeks apart and dove deep. Legs splayed and propped between two hot black guys licking and sucking from both ends, I was in heaven. My ass was starting to feel tingly and warm from Jay and whatever he was now trying to lap out of it. I could do this all night… Beep beep. Next thing we all heard, was a beeping intercom noise and Simon’s disembodied voice requesting “Jay and Karl, please report to the master bedroom” The boys disengaged. Jay looks up at me with a wet smile, “Tubi Kunhinew Igess?” I looked at him quizzically, “what?” He swallowed and tried to be clearer, “tu be conthinued, I guess. Thuck! That cuk’s making ny tung numg” I laughed at him and helped him and Karl stand up. I said “I should probably deliver this MDMA anyways” as I waved them off and turned back to the tray. Looking at the forms at the end of the kitchen I could make out two couples both in end-game fucking. They seemed fairly preoccupied, so I decided to turn toward the living room area instead and see who I could meet. Holding the tray in front of me (almost like a shield between me and the room) I saw four guys on a couch and two others were further over behind the bookcase. Oh nice one! I immediately noticed some familiar faces from the bar. On the couch looking from left to right, it was none other than Sven the Nordic barman was being blown by the hot Germanic lad from the bar, who was on all fours stretched across a guy I couldn’t see but who had a beautiful 8 inch cock with blond pubes, and to his right was a fourth young looking brunette guy who was rimming the German. Blond pubes was hidden cause he was on the other side of the Teutonic stallion giving him head and so his lower half was scooted out more on the ground, long legs splayed, cock on display. Did I mentions that his cock was beautiful. It was so reassuringly heavy looking, semi-hard and shiny, and reminded me of Jeff Palmer’s monster-cock. It also looked recently sucked by the way it glistened. I licked my lips under my mask. I was gonna enjoy getting to know everyone here. Then I looked back over to the fourth guy. He looked pretty familiar too. Was he also with Simon in the bar earlier? I stopped walking. Fuck! Fuuuuuck! That was Kurk McCaimble! Fucking KURK MCCAIMBLE!!!! The young lad who had been the centre of a media storm surrounding religious bigot politicians and a real-life Mrs Robinson! Licking some hot smooth skinned German’s ass. Fuck fuck fuck!! No wonder Simon was wondering about my loyalty. That guy was a prize scoop for any journo to do a feature on. I’d already written a few. Oh… Maybe that’s what Simon was referring to when he talked about my hack-pieces. I realised the guys were all looking at me, and cleared my throat. “Hi guys - anyone interested in a line or two of MDMA?” Sven looked over at me and said “Hey lads, the dealer dog is here! Here boy! C’mere boy!” and patted his knee. Oh boy. This was gonna be a tough night.

Previously... I leaned back. My thumbs hadn’t been idle. The entire time they’d be working his fuckhole with little massages and using his sweat to lube and slowly open it bit by bit. To this I added his spit, spitting down on his upturned ass. Watching that twitching hole glisten with spit and wink at me, I couldn’t resist anymore. Shuffling my legs back I dove down to eat that tasty tan pucker (How he got his hole tanned is beyond me – that must have been some funky sun-bathing). As I reached back to pull myself hard, I heard groaning from below. Simon was obviously enjoying himself. I shuffled back up again and positioned my cock at his cunt. Spitting down on his ass for lube, I looked back at Simon. “This is for smacking me” and shoved in. Right so... I don’t which was hotter. Watching my cock bottom out in Lawyer John’s tanned hole… I mean Simon’s tanned hole, or watching his pained expression, his mouth open and grimacing, showing his perfect white teeth. “Ah fuck ya wee bastard! Use a bit more lube” I pulled back a good bit, giving him time to adjust. “Wait a sec” I said, and with that I picked him up (uppers always give me crazy strength) and pinned him against the wall next to the bathroom and the table with the MDMA on it. He was sandwiched with his knees in front of his shoulders and I miraculously still had my cockhead inside him. I had both hands now holding him under his ass. I looked around behind me to see my camera still pointing and showing a red-light. No lube on the floor though. Deftly I released one hand and massaging along his smooth hamstring, I brought it up to his lips and opened it to him. “You want lube, gimme some!” He duly spat all our shared juices into it. I spat some more into it too, but the MDMA was quickly making me dry out the way ecstacy does. Locking eyes with Simon I reapplied the lube and pushed back in. The extra lines of MDMA were definitely kicking in at this point as I started to plunge into that silver fox’s cunt. The last few minutes of his phone footage showed me leaning my forehead against Simon’s and making a hrunnghing noise as my bubble butt worked up a sweat pumping in and out of that tight gym toned hole. At some point when Simon reached up with one hand to steady my fucking and stroke my cheek I heard some beeps from his phone, which meant it had stopped recording. I was getting close. Pumping faster and faster. I leaned in to kiss that beautiful bastard. Both of us were dry from the MDMA as we explored eachother’s mouths “I may still have battery in my own phone, if you want to record me cumming in you?” I asked, breathing raggedly... He looked at me, ineffectually trying to stroke his own cock while being sandwiched. “Just cum in me ya bastard” I didn’t need any more encouragement. I let loose, slamming my pelvis into his ass. The slaps rang out between us as our sweaty bodies collided with ever building force. The bathroom door opened with the force I was pounding against its wall. I was sucking in air faster and faster… “Oh fuck yeah. That’s it” Simon look directly into my eyes “Cum in me ya little shit. Seed my hole.” I closed my eyes with pleasure. The moment was coming. I felt a little shock as Simon spit across my face. “Look at me while you cum ya bastard” I obeyed the bossy bottom, slamming his back against the wall with renewed energy. I leaned in and covered his mouth with mine, as much to shut him up as to kiss him. He resisted and twisted under me. I just pressed on. Then lightning struck. The combination of MDMA and cumming electrified and shuddered through my system – I could literally feel each drop build in my ball and push out through my urethra and spray his ass walls in rhythmic spurts, till I was dry.… Simon and I were both groaning as we mashed our smiling teeth together, feeling each spurt together, every sensation entwined… For a few seconds we were locked together in this glorious chemmed and cummed up universe, propped up beside the open bathroom door. Then the spell broke. Iain, popped his head around, still high as kite. “That was some show lads!” he said, as he stood over the toilet, working Hugo further into his own hole. With the giant black dildo standing up from the toilet lid, positioned right between his muscular cheeks, Iain lifted himself off and reapplied even more lube from the bottle – ah there it fucking was! I pulled out of Simon with a sigh of relief and he shakily found his feet. The MDMA was still buzzing in my system, there was no way I wanted to leave this horny set-up yet, just cause I came. I looked past Simon to his bathroom sink, noticing the glasses filled with toothbrushes under the cabinet. “Glass of water?” He nodded silently, reaching around to investigate his battered hole. I rmoved in past Iain, (once more grunting as he strove to conquer mount Hugo) and was surprised once again to feel his warm mouth envelope my cummy cock. I was pretty sensitive so I had to pull back. “Easy Iain, I’m a bit tender down there. Let me get this water and you can finish the job” I filled and passed a glass to Simon and gulped mine myself, mentally willing myself to focus a bit more. Iain took the opportunity to once again lap at my salty cock and this time I let him, the water triggering a wave of slutty sensations flowing through my drugged-fucked brain… Iain’s tongue was slurping all around my cockhead past my foreskin. Looking back, I could see Simon sniffing his cum-covered fingers and he reached over to give me a whiff too. He lowered his fingers to my hole and pushed my cum into my hole. I pushed back on him, two fingers, two knuckles deep. Oh Fuck! I was being assaulted at both ends and was loving it. All our combined smells were intoxicating. The smell of Iain’s ass juice and lube as he continued to mount the dildo was getting me horny again, and though I didn’t think I’d be able to get hard so soon Iain’s (now full-on) blow-job was helping inordinately. In a moment of lucidity, I spoke up, “Iain, Simon, that feels amazing, but I’ve just cum. Gimme an hour or so” Simon smiled and said “I can help you there Mike. Iain, pass me the Caverjects” Oh fuck! I heard about these – instant boner injections. Iain reached behind himself, showing some serious muscle-pit, and opened the bathroom cabinet above the sink. Pulling out some boxes he passed a bag full of goodies to Simon, but not before I saw a baggy full of what I hoped were ecstacy pills in it. Behind me I looked to see my phone’s red light was off too. Good. I didn’t want this act recorded. Simon was prepping the injection and swabbed my cock with some alcohol. Looking back it’s a good thing I was high too as I would never, in the sober light of day, let another man, especially a high one, go near my cock with a needle. A short jab and a wipe and a press-down of cotton on the injection site, and I watched in awe as I could feel the rush of blood redirect itself to my cock. Simon told me “Count down from a hundred and watch your cock”. Time measurement isn’t great when you’re fucked up, but it seemed to me I could almost see my cock growing. Within less than, I guessed, two minutes, it was rockhard and edging on ten inches. Iain’s eyes lit up at my cock. Simon quipped “down boy, let wee Mike here have a moment to heal up”. He turned to me “should I be calling you Newry10?” and we laughed and headed back over to the table. Simon had prepared six lines and as Iain gave up on Hugo’s last 4 inches and came in and joined us, we spent the next ten minutes snorting lines and reviewing our fuck-videos. Iain agreed with us, that Simon’s was the hotter angle, but mine was the longer clip. On mine, there was even a clip of Iain’s lower half trying to take Hugo as the bathroom door banged open near the end, but he assured me it wasn’t incriminating. I heard a beep and saw a characteristic mask symbol on the top of my phone – who was messaging me this late? I opened Grindr in full view of Simon and Iain and there was another message from Gavin “Why you up sexy?” Simon reached over and nabbed my phone before I could reply. He quickly scrolled through the flirty banter we’d posted in the last few days. Looking at Gavin’s private pics in the conversation, he asked, “the lad’s pretty hot, do you want him to come over?” Gavin was a pretty hot half-Pakistani nurse with curly brown hair and over the last few months we’d been slowly sending eachother more revealing pics. Gavin’s last one was a pic of him in one of those Andrew Christian neon-green jockstraps, which framed his caramel brown ass perfectly and brought our his green-hazel eyes. This pic in particular was the one which inspired one of my BBRT profile pics. I started to stammer a reply – that we’d never properly followed through on our dates, that these pics were just constant teasing and it was slowly becoming one of those odd grindr friendships but Simon cut me off. “If you want him, tell him to come over. None of this bullshit time-wasting nonsense. Hang on…” With that Simon quickly typed some sort of reply and then got me and Iain to stand up beside him. With all our dicks pointing outward over the MDMA table, Simon took a photo of them from the abs down. Two (and a half) six-packs and 22/23 inches of cock, and a fuck load of drugs. Before I could protest, he sent it with a message “all teasing aside, get over here if you want the night of your life” and his address. And we waited… Bing. A simple reply. A smiley face with the big O, and the words “nice one. On my way” As Simon put our phones away, he turned and said “now that that wee bit of insurance is covered, will ya say after me: “Whatever happens in this apartment doesn’t leave this apartment” Gay slag’s honour” I repeated what Simon said, then giggled thinking about the kid’s game “Simon Says” and told the others. Iain laughed too, but Simon didn’t. I guess he heard it a few times by then. He was busy rooting through the bottom of his wardrobe. Iain pulled me in for a passionate and bone-crushing snog – the MDMA was kicking in again, and when I surfaced for air I looked back to see Simon holding a tray and a pile of leather. A leather dog mask, a harness, chaps and a jock strap specifically. “Wear this” “Seriously? I’m not really into pup-play?” “Wear it Mike, and from now on we call you Dealer Dog y’hear? You too Iain” Iain looked up and nodded and went back to his new favourite game – pushing my cock down to its limit and then letting it spring back to my belly again. I tried to protest again, but Simon was having none of it. Iain started sucking on me again while I was distracted. “Fuck Mike” Iain said, to be immediately corrected by Simon, “I mean Dealer Dog” he hurriedly added and continued, “you’re gonna be pretty popular downstairs.” Realising I must have let myself into a proper leather party, I resigned myself to wearing the outfit. In fact a part of me was kinda turned on by the whole set-up. I buckled on the mask and jockstrap, with Iain helping me with the chaps. Meanwhile Simon busied himself preparing lines of MDMA all over the tray. It seemed weird to stare out of the leather eyeholes and bite inside the leather jaw. Weird but not off-putting. Simon thrust the tray into my hand and went to the door. He pushed a switch beside the light-switch with a speaker and spoke into it. “Attention my bulls, in a minute I’ll be releasing a terrier into the bullpen. Treat him nicely and he might give you a sniff of his wonderful supply. Don’t overwhelm him though, and just call him “Dealer-Dog” and he might even let you rub his belly, or if you’re really sweet, give you a taste of his ten-inch cock. I heard a roar of approval downstairs. Simon opened the door and picking up Hugo, he pointed me out. He turned to Iain, who was sprawled on the bed, and said… “Simon says ‘let’s get this thing all the way inside you’” …and shut the door. So there I was bearing a tray of MDMA and trussed up better than a leather-freak at Folsom. I looked down at the jutting oak-beam staircase, hearing the throbbing house beats coming from below and thought “better begin my descent…”

Previously... “Or you do those two lines for the camera”. He held up his phone, “say cheese, big boy!” “Cheese” I snorted the two lines, and his cock slammed into me. Right so... Now I don’t know if I mentioned, but though I love a bit of assplay, I’m pretty much as top as they come. I mean I’ve tried bottoming a whole rake of times, but it never usually gets much past the “Pull it out! Pull it out!” stage. Even Joe, the other top in my old foursome, only managed to properly fuck me a handful of times – and considering the glut of sex I had in college – that was a mere drop in the ocean. So perhaps this will tell you just how fucking high I was when I made those videos, when I suggested Simon use his cock instead of Hugo, the big black dildo, and when I let Si shove all that cock into me… Still. I was a top first and foremost, and the reason for it started flooding back up my body as soon as Simon penetrated me. Try as I might, my body just doesn’t take kindly to my out-hole being used as an in-hole. My entire system just focuses on making me, through any way possible, pull the invading object out of me – It’s almost animalistic the mode I go into… Joe often ended up with a black eye or bruises elsewhere… Then there was the time I was drunk with this Spanish DJ in the Majorca nightclub who was also after a few too many cervezas. He thought he’d try his luck on me in the DJ booth. It took some inspired help from his cronies to get the music playing again after I broke the deck. Talk about a walk of shame… Right now though I almost broke Simon’s cock twisting myself off it. “What the fuck?” he asked, clearly revved up to pound my hole. “I’m a top dude. You have your video, but I can’t take anymore of your cock – it’s too big” (Classic “play for time” move – tell the top his cock is too big. They love it!) Simon chuckled, and said “sounds like you once again can dish it, but ya can’t take it”. He looked down at my semi-hard nine and half inches. “You expect people to take your cock, but you won’t give up your ass? That doesn’t seem fair Mike” He leaned over me – I could smell the liquorice from his breath. “Then what am I gonna do with you?” I lay back on to ground and pulled me toward him, running my hands down his sweaty muscular back. I reached up and stroked his dimples… “I can share, other guys like Iain” Simon raised his eyebrow, and leaned in and mock-snapped at me. “I want your ass Mike” “You can rim me for hours…” “Shut up…” and leaned in a kissed me, pretty effectively shutting me up. His mouth was wonderful and I lost myself in his kiss as we rolled around on the floor. I still didn’t know if he was pissed off with me, or what he felt about me, but right now I was craving his touch. His fingers pinched my nipples as I clawed down his flexing back. We flipped and I hooked his knees behind my shoulders. While I worked his hole with my fingers, I looked down at his concertina-d abs and his still hard cock and managed to fish it back to my mouth with no hands. I could taste myself on him, mixed up in his pre-cum, and I knew why Iain did it to me earlier. There’s something fantastically hot about sucking your own juices off someone else’s cock. From his tensed position and the pre-cum pouring out of him again, I could tell he was loving my cock-sucking skills. He mock-snapped at me, a few times, like a trapped puppy. I started feeling even sluttier than I was before, like really slutty.. I think the last line of MDMA was kicking in. I pulled off his cock and gathered all that juicy pre-cum in my mouth, hocking up more phlegm as well and looked down at Simon. He could hear me work up my spit and in that instant eye-contact he saw what I wanted and opened his mouth wide. I spat straight down and scored. Twice in quick succession, he got a full wad of spit. Now he could taste himself too and was loving it. I leaned in over him to get up close and spat at him again – this time all over his face, then started licking it off. He spat back at me. “I’ll fucking have your hole yet lad” I tongued across his mouth pouring my spit into his, pulling back and still connected by a string of liquid. “Not if I have yours first!” I leaned back. My thumbs hadn’t been idle. The entire time they’d be working his fuckhole with little massages and using his sweat to lube and slowly open it bit by bit. To this I added his spit, spitting down on his upturned ass. Watching that twitching hole glisten with spit and wink at me, I couldn’t resist anymore. Shuffling my legs back I dove down to eat that tasty tan pucker (How he got his hole tanned is beyond me – that must have been some funky sun-bathing). As I reached back to pull myself hard, I heard groaning from below. Simon was obviously enjoying himself. I shuffled back up again and positioned my cock at his cunt. Spitting down on his ass for lube, I looked back at Simon. “This is for smacking me” and shoved in.

Previously... “Ungh… oh fuck it… alright. We’ll both film this on our phones. Send it to whatever storage you have. But it’s fucking game-over for both of us if either of these leak. And if you even think about editing the footage to doctor yourself out, I know a tonne of people who can reverse it, so don’t even think of double crossing me ya lil spide.” “As do I” I countered, jacking him harder. I noticed the angrier he got, the harder he got and the less his elocution showed. There was a steely Belfast accent under all the softer tones. He was showing his roots. His cock was pulsing in my hand now. I used his flowing precum to gently start massaging his cockhead directly. He held out his hand to stop me, biting his lip. Too sensitive or too close I guess. Then taking my hand away from his cock, he shook it, glaring at me with a weird mix of respect and loathing. “To mutually assured destruction?” I grinned as I took my hand back and keeping eye contact with him, I licked a drop of precum from my thumb. “To mutually assured destruction!” Right so... Breaking eye contact I went and set up my phone. Simon got me to angle it away from the bathroom door, should Iain stumble back through. Once recording, Simon brought me over to lean over the lines of MDMA in doggy style. My bent-over arse was in the foreground of both phones. He faced the cameras and said “lets put on a show”. Looking at the footage later it was clear Simon had a lot of experience in making home videos. He knew the best positions and angles and even played to the audience a bit. In describing what followed I’m remembering more from watching the film clip than from memory (also later I smoked a fuck-tonne of weed so that department got a bit hazy). The video begins with a close-up shot of my half-on trackies and navy jock-strap’s waistband, with a bit of builder’s cleavage in between and Simon’s beautiful face on the same level. He looked back into the cameras and licked his lips and started massaging my covered arse. Then gathering some material in each hand and slowly tugging it, inching it down, he exposed my pale ass cheeks. He pulled them apart to show my shaved pink hole for a second and then, turning to speak into my camera, he said “nice arse Mike” and then brought his hand down for a violent ringing slap. “What the fuck?” I shouted. “What you can’t handle a little punishment? You sure seem to be able to dish it but not take it.” He laughed and started to massage my ass in circular motions, working both hands out and stretching my cheeks so my “rosebud” was visible, and then squeezing them back together again and kissing my bulging cheeks. Massage out, stretch, massage in, kiss, or lick, or nibble, or once even motorboat. I relaxed into the massage and started moving in-sync with his motions. This massaging motion grew slowly more forceful, his strong hands grabbing my ass-cheeks and squashing them back together. Then he changed it up to the order of “massage out, spit on my hole, massage in, spank”. Not as painful as the first spank but slightly tingly and building in intensity. On camera he’d turn with an eyebrow raised before turning back to spit on me. While this was taking place I remember drifting off by trying to remember if I ate anything since the chilli-fries at the rugby match. Would I be clean enough to get fucked? Would he want to fuck me bare? I hadn’t said I wanted condoms either. Simon whacked me out of this reverie though with a well-timed smack to my right cheek. Then my left. Then straight across my asshole. What the fuck? He slapped my fuckin hole! You don’t slap someone there, not if you want it to open up? It stung like a motherfucker! “Simon seriously lay off the spanking!” “Get into it Mike. You asked for me and I play rough. Was that too much for you? How about this?” Simon then massaged outwards and ran an extended finger to make a circle around my newly tingling spit-drenched hole. I was tense and worried that he’d immediately try and finger-fuck me, and yet all the sensation from my prostate and sphincter and everywhere between was pushing toward his hands, almost willing him to make them his. But he kept on with that wonderful circular motion he was making with the pads of his fingers. I gripped the table edge and imagined the MDMA in my blood coursing up towards Simon’s manual attentions. All my awareness was through my ass now. I could almost feel his thumb’s fingerprint ridges and whorls as he worked his spit-slime over my pucker’s pink entrance. It was a salve against the soreness and I felt my knees buckle as he added his tongue. On camera Simon held me at just the right angle to show as much rimming as possible, but the parts that made me moan like a little bitch was when he abandoned his careful licking to dive deep into my gash and fuck his tongue and jaw into me. On camera all you saw was the back of his head and neck tensing as he let my hole have it. First the tip of his tongue, then the main part of the tongue pushing in and down to the root of it, then lapping all the way back up to the tip, and repeating. This was working wonders against my tight knot of muscle, which increasingly was loosening and letting him up inside. As his tongue worked me open I was worried for a second that I may have some… residue – fuck it – call it like it is – shit, but if there was anything up there Si never stopped or broke his pace for a moment. He fucking loved my hole. Just lapping away like a dog for ages. Looking back at the recording of us, of him grabbing my ass cheeks in both hands, making circular motions and exposing my pink hole, I noticed how much in the beginning it looked like a bad porn, where the actors are too conscious of the camera and constantly sneaking little glances back at it. It was weird to see how much how I played to my camera – checking my position, arching my back here, double-checking with the image on the phone. I guess porn directors edit out this kind of behaviour all the time. Simon was the same early on, as he was massaging and spitting on me, he pulled back for a sec, winked at the phones, then spanked me hard and so on. However this awareness of the cameras changed the more he rimmed me. We both stopped checking to see what we looked like and just went for it. His tongue on my hole. His breath on my skin. His manicured lawyer hands grabbing a fistful of each ass-cheek and leaving red finger-trails. Spit dripping down my crack in little rivulets to the front pouch of my jockstrap. Simon once more smacking down painfully. This smack signalled the replacement of his tongue with two fingers. Simon started to work his circular motion deeper now, while conversely giving lighter gentler spankings on my rosy backside. “Oh yeah that type of spanking is perfect, yeah, spank me again Si”. He obliged. His spanking became more frequent, never hitting the same place twice. He deftly fit his two fingers now two knuckles deep… “Oh fuck yeah. Make my arse red Si. This is the way I like it” On the video Simon went all out, smacking my arse, watching my ass get redder and redder from overlapping handprints. Meanwhile the unspanking hand fingerfucked my hole, stretching and widening my pink pucker. After I was a glowing red all over, he went back to gently massaging me. The feeling of sensation from his hand rubbing over my tender cheeks was exquisite. Pure pleasure tinged with sharp needle pricks of pain. I felt an emptiness as Simon pulled his digits out of me, then hearing him ask the cameras (not me?), “do you like this?”, he started rubbing his cock against my back entrance. The hooded 7” was teasing me, pushing against to almost the point of slipping in, and then rubbing up or down my crack. Simon dripped lube all over his cock and my hole and teased me. Moving up, almost in, and over. Each time he almost pushed in, I wanted to shout out “stop!” - I wasn’t ready to bareback. But the cock felt so good, there, lubed up, making a slick cunty channel in my ass-cheeks. Up, almost in, and over…Yet I was surprised I hadn’t said anything. As I purred with pleasure as his cock made another pass at my “hole-in-one”, it started to dawn on me that I didn’t actually want him to put a condom on. Somewhere deep inside me I was thrilled by the thought of bareback sex with this high-flying lawyer. Up, almost in, and over… As if when he shoved it in, he would rub off some of his success on me. Claim me. Turn me to gold with his Midas cock. The motion stuttered for a moment and I looked back to see Simon leaning back to angle the phones a little toward my head. Catching my eye coldly, he grunted “Mike now’s the time to choose whether to fuck off back to your mundane little life or not. You’ll of course leave the stash here for free and I’ll keep close tabs on ya, or …,” and with this he thrust against me, his cockhead starting to edge ever further into my hole… his steely expression not betraying a hint of pleasure from him… his pre-cummy head start to push past my hole bare… “Or you do those two lines for the camera”. He held up his phone, “say cheese, big boy!” “Cheese” I snorted the two lines, and his cock slammed into me.

Previously… “Are you inviting me to your party Simon?” “Well that depends Mike. This invite is for Newry9inches. But it definitely doesn’t extend to Mike McAllister, Irish Sun journalist. What do you think?” Right so… Fuck me! My mouth was gaping open as Simon stared at me waiting for a response. He chuckled and helped Iain up off the floor. Iain picked himself up and shuffled off the en-suite again. It was just me and Simon now. I still hadn’t said a word. I was in shock. Simon obviously was very good at doing his homework, and my journalist mind was immediately trying to make the connections. How had he figured out who I was? He could barely remember my name a minute ago! I don’t have my photo in the paper (it’s bad business for most tabloid journos) and I had just made up the name “Newry9Inches”. Simon walked over to the pile of MDMA and started carding up more lines. As I took in his very economical way of crushing the powder and splitting up the lines – 3 motions per line, I mumbled, “I’m happy to be anonymous”. Simon looked up at that and smiled. God, those dimples! He beckoned me over to the table with the rolled up twenty pound note… …while with his other hand he pulled out a massive black dildo from under the table. “Right Newry, here’s the thing – I don’t want you to be anonymous, cause the people downstairs won’t anonymous to you. I need you to tip the scales here a bit. I’m gonna ask you to do two lines of MDMA here in front of me, fully naked and take some punishment from Hugo here (he nodded at the dildo), and I’m gonna film it. And then I’ll hold on to it for insurance and that way we can be sure you won’t make another hack-piece on either me or any of my guests.” All my wonderful fantasies had suddenly evaporated. Suddenly I didn’t care about the house-party below anymore. The idea of someone holding blackmail footage of me wasn’t an instant boner-killer. I mean, it would be nice to fuck all the wonderful studs I’d spent my gay life getting rejections from online. If only just cause I didn’t fit their strict criteria of being wealthy enough to have a private trainer and was still able to fuck with the best of them… Anyways what the fuck was Simon saying about a hack-piece? Who did he know? “What’re are ya on about Si? What’s this about hack-pieces?” Simon chuckled his deep baritone and replied “you’ll have to give me some quid pro quo before I answer that Newry” and proffered the rolled up twenty. He continued, “aren’t you curious to find out what goes on here? To get an all-access pass? You don’t think I don’t know that there’re rumours out there about me. It’s fuckin Belfast! Don’t you want to see which ones are true?” I squeezed my gritty nose and tried to focus on what he was telling me, however the amount of MDMA that was in my system was making it difficult. All it wanted to tell me was how life can be a torrent of ease and agreeability and to lean back and stroke the soft bed spread… Not the best drug to be high on right now. I thought to myself, “I shouldn’t be making these decisions” and then countered with “but wouldn’t it be lovely to see how this “half” lives and who knows, maybe they’ll accept me?”. Back and forth my inner voice went…. “Fucking get a hold of yourself Mike, you’re high as a fucking kite right now”. I pulled up my jockstrap over my cock again and looked for my tracksuit bottoms. “Simon wouldn’t do anything with the tape, we’re fuck buddies now…” I absentmindedly stroked my swollen cock trapped again by the jockstrap pouch. “Con warned you about him, remember ugly Eoghan”. I found my trackie bottoms, and was trying to slip them up… “…aw but I haven’t even cum yet” I looked over longing at the bathroom door where a solid rugby player I’d been fucking was currently soaping himself up again. …till eventually… “Simon, I’ll let you film me snorting the MDMA…” …deep breath… “…but with some provisos”. I reached out and started stroking his cock. “No dildo. We’ll use your cock instead. And you’re in the shot. And I get a copy” Simon laughed and retorted. “I don’t think you understand who has the upper hand here Mike” I glanced down at his hardening cock in my hand and laughed back at him. “I know perfectly well Simon. After all I’ve a time-honoured way of adding a little journalistic precaution. When I got to your address, I put in a phone message for my office number, detailing where I was going, and my ideas of who was gonna be there. If anything “untoward” should happen me Simon, that’s the first place my colleagues will look.” I stared him down while continuing to jack him harder. His stare was intense and calculating – no dimples now. I could almost see the grudging admiration build in him, and it wasn’t the only thing that was building. His cock was rigid in my hand now. I continued to jack him, faster, his soft tanned foreskin moving smooth over his glistening cockhead. Was that more precum oozing out now? “Ungh… oh fuck it… alright. We’ll both film this on our phones. Send it to whatever storage you have. But it’s fucking game-over for both of us if either of these leak. And if you even think about editing the footage to doctor yourself out, I know a tonne of people who can reverse it, so don’t even think of double crossing me ya lil spide.” “As do I” I countered, jacking him harder. I noticed the angrier he got, the harder he got and the less his elocution showed. There was a steely Belfast accent under all the softer tones. He was showing his roots. His cock was pulsing in my hand now. I used his flowing precum to gently start massaging his cockhead directly. He held out his hand to stop me, biting his lip. Too sensitive or too close I guess. Then taking my hand away from his cock, he shook it, glaring at me with a weird mix of respect and loathing. “To mutually assured destruction?” I grinned as I took my hand back and keeping eye contact with him, I licked a drop of precum from my thumb. “To mutually assured destruction!” Just a short update this time. Will post more soon

Great story. Breath control and massive dicks! Loving it!

Previously… And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside – bare fucking was amazing. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse’s hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him. Right so… Now I should clarify what I meant previously about liking a previously tapped hole. I was a bit of an expert on tag-teaming. In fact you could say that in college I majored in fourways with a minor in journalism. All through my journalism degree in Queen’s Uni I was involved long-term open slutty four-way. My group – Joe, Andrew, Kevin and I were the hotter and more sexually ambitious college kids, so we enjoyed what we had, moving into two two-person campus apartments together on the Malone road and using one of them for studying and the other for fucking. Sunday mornings were great! We spent most of our semester weekends getting through all the gay kama sutra positions, while the more nerdier, more homely gays were all up for running the LGB society. We thought our fourway was discreet enough, we’d always rearrange things when parents came visiting, but of course, all the scene knew! Even my mate Con told me that there was a name for us doing the rounds– the four queens in Queens. Very droll. Sadly this gossip reached the ears of all of our families – someone actually maliciously sent a poison pen letter to them – some fuckin old-school begrudger. Cause of that experience I sure-as-shit now knew that in Belfast you can’t do anything without everyone knowing about it the next day! It’s the reason my ex’s are ex’s and now living in a hippy commune in Tennessee, above a gay bar in Provincetown and the outback mining town Broken Hill in Australia. ABFB – Anywhere but fucking Belfast! Thinking this as I pulled my cock out of Northern Ireland’s gay national treasure, who reassuringly farted as some air escaped him (it made the whole thing a bit more real), I decided I should get my bearings a little, and while doing so, figure out what I wanted. I was high but not stupid. Even my trash-rag career could be endangered if it got out that I was partying and playing. I looked over and jokingly tagged Simon in. The salt and pepper stunner had shucked his robe off somewhere and I could see he had kept his chest well man-scaped, with the level of body hair that said hairy, but also showed off his defined muscles. Under that he had a deep and complete all-over tan, no weird tanlines, which meant he definitely travelled a lot. We get about one week of sunny days where it’s over 30 degrees in August and you’d never get such a deep tan from that, and I didn’t see Simon going to the sunning beds somehow. I guess you could say we have two seasons in Ireland – rainy season and that one week where you see that yellow thing in the sky… what’s it called? So if you want to escape our national seasonal affective disorder you’ve to pay up. Bastard didn’t even have the decency to have a little potbelly for his age. As he walked over I just took it all in – the muscles (on both of them), the tan (on Simon) and the spontaneity of it all. One moment I’m looking up BBRT in the hope of jacking off to some pictures of the dimpled lawyer and the next minute I’m spitroasting a local celebrity with him. Simon walked over to my place and lowered his 7 incher to Iain’s sloppy fuckhole. He’d found some lube and made a show of squirting some on Iain’s pink pucker and wiping the lube round with his straining cock. Iain wasn’t up for being teased and reached back and took control quickly. With proper bottoming skill he skewered himself with a grunt on Simon’s cock, his massive blocky thighs shuddering in pleasure. Going around to Iain’s head, I saw that the majority of the MDMA was salvaged and piled a bit away from Iain - who right now was surprising me by taking my ass-stained cock in his mouth, lapping all the old cum and ass juice off it – this was going to be a night of firsts! Close up I saw that professional rugby had not been too kind to the prop forward. He had the classic cauliflower ears and mangled nose that anyone who spends a large amount of their time in a scrum shoving and straining against fifteen other men, tends to pick up after a while. Looking down I caught Iain staring straight back up at me, I was a tiny bit shocked at first and worried he might have copped that I knew who he was, or worse that he might know who I was, but then I realised he was just totally zoned out and staring into the middle distance. The MDMA was doing its trick alright. Smiling down at Iain, I grabbed his hair and really started to fuck his throat. With my other hand I gathered the last few errant MDMA crumbs into a decent bump and snorted them, squeezing my nose after to stop any fallout. Iain’s pale muscled back was bunching as he took the pounding from both ends. I leant back and let the MDMA bliss flow down from my crown to the rest of my body. I looked up to smile at Simon and saw that he too was blissing out. He’d built up a powerful thumping rhythm, and my senses went into overdrive. Below I could hear a heavy bass-line from the main party room and I felt the build-up of anticipation – would I get to be one of the lucky invitees? I could feel the back of Iain’s throat mash against my cock head in time with Simon’s thrusts. The beat we were all experiencing, through the floor, in our fucking, it was the beat of life. This moment was hardcore, yet tender, dirty as fuck and yet sacred. Ah fuck yeah – shoving my dick into the rugby player’s willing throat, staring over at Lawyer John, I mean, Simon, looking actually kinda skinny by comparison between Iain’s massive thighs. The steady flow of MDMA goodness just upped a notch as the extra bump hit home. I felt like my skull got extra loose on my body, hearing the music from downstairs, hearing gags and wheezes from Iain, just letting the sounds and images and feelings just wash all over me like a tide. The MDMA never had this effect on me before but then again I’d never taken it pure – only with Ecstasy and weed, which might have counteracted the effects. And then, like a wave, I could almost feel the memory slip over me. Simon was Joe, Iain was Andrew, Kevin was rimming me from behind… I was back in college, spitroasting Andrew with Joe (who was and still is a committed top), and Kevin rimming me. We fucking loved that position. Kevin could happily rim me for days. Joe loved making the Eifel tower on Andrew (or me or Kevin occasionally) and then power-topping the lucky bottom. We were definitely not your typical Belfast students. We’d all met at the QUB LGB soc where in Fresher’s week we all played a “purity test” drinking game - where you had to drink for every impure thing you did. Us four hit it off immediately and soon enough we were rolling out the door and into one of our bedrooms. I even remember the disapproving glare of the LGB soc president at the time, who was still very sober - this total prick Orson Adams. Since that night he was always putting long rants on the soc’s webpages about not needing to conform to societal stereotypes of promiscuity and that kinda shit. Fucking holier-than-thou acne-covered prat! The type who gets on every uni committee possible so they can use it in their political career a few years later. Speaking of Orson, now the acne’s cleared up, the ego’s bigger and for the last five years he’s been getting groomed by the SDLP to run in the next election for Stormont. I had to do a big piece on him “spearheading” the SDLP and Alliance Party’s Marriage-equality campaign up here a little while ago at a press conference. I still remember him calling up his Irish trophy “husband” Tadhg to the stage. I’d been only half listening though, cause most of my attention was spent trying to charm my way into the pants of this fresh college grad taking notes beside me. I’d zoomed in on the fresh meat as soon I arrived. He was a tall, dark-brown haired guy wearing a very fashionable boat-necked chunky woollen top that perfectly accentuated his collarbones. In fairness, you could hang a paper bag off those collarbones and it’d look high-fashion. And it just so happens that pronounced collarbones and sparkly blue eyes are two secret faves of mine! He was also writing notes in one of those Ernest Hemingway jotters that all idealistic young journos get – Damn – this boy was ticking all my boxes! I was already making my excuses to my photographer Joanne (the meanest Dyke paparazzo I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a few!) who rolled her eyes and looked for the bar. “And wipe the drool off your mug before you head over, ya haven’t got his cock yet…” Joanne stopped as she realised I’d already gone. Fast forward about fifteen minutes. I’ve been laying it on real-thick with this tall sparkly eyed beauty. We’ve been talking German Expressionism and the archetype of the tortured artist. We’ve been scoffing at how terrible American chocolate is, while grudgingly admitting that Irish chocolate might not quite be up to Belgium’s standards. Fuck it, but I was really thinking I was getting somewhere when there’s a lull in background noise and all eyes turn towards us. Cute Journalism Student turns around to me and says “Sorry Mike, that’s my cue” and heads up to the podium to be introduced. Fucking gutted! He was Orson’s Tadhg! I should have possibly guessed it from his name. I mean there’s not that many people with those crazy unspellable Irish names here up North - it’s a classic tell of a Southerner, but well, he just seemed way too nice to be caught up in Orson’s web of bullshit. He seemed so charming, sharp and well-read (we were both eagerly awaiting the new Orhan Pamuk book), and watching him leave had some serious benefits too (very snug fitting and perky!). But now he was up on stage talking about how he and his husband couldn’t wait to tie the knot up here like down South at their “starter-wedding” – pass me a fuckin bucket! Y’see the thing is, dickheads like Orson really pissed me off. They want so much to be accepted by the society that rejects them, to have their slice of the “white picket fence dream” too, that they lose track of the gift they’ve been given. We don’t have to play by the rules, settle down two by two, safe and declawed for the straight world to accept us. We can be polyamorous, make our own families, create new codes to live by and then break em down again. We can arrange orgies at the drop of a hat and drunkenly ring up the Guinness World Record office asking for the number of men daisy-chaining record! Straight people are terrified of us because somewhere deep down in their mostly-switched off brains they realise what we represent, that it’s all a fucking charade. We’re part of the select few who’ve had the scales lifted off of our eyes and see the whole shitshow for the sham it is – religion, economics, from marriage vows to the… uh …the fucking Bologna Process of degrees and Masters and Doctorates, all that shite. As if there’s some external force that makes one person more intelligent than the other, more valid than the other. We’re given a gift of getting booted out of normal society and for some reason then you get pricks like Orson begging to get back in. Of course the self-satisfied prat was all fawning over me the last time I met him, cause he wanted a good article on his campaign. I remember later at the press conference him leaning in beside me, resting his clammy hand on mine and gushing “you’ll have to make this front page Michael! I still remember our days at Queen’s fondly!” I’m pretty sure I managed to keep my internal wretching to the minimum. I guess it was kismet or something when later that day the SDLP split over the vote. The party whip couldn’t control their back-benchers I guess. I had a gut feeling that there’d be trouble like that ahead and had Joanne tail the lovebirds. Sure enough she came back with a shot of the happy couple looking like they were arguing behind the hotel. Bingo! – that photo made the front page (like he asked) the next day. Headline “Not all sunshine and rainbows; Gay split in party vote!” What a fuckin triumph! Though I did feel a bit shitty for dragging Cutey McHowdafuckdyespellyername into it. That was pretty cold blooded of me. Speaking of cold. What…? Cold? My dick is cold? At this point Iain jolted me out of my reverie as he pushed me out of him. My cock wasn’t nice and snug and warm anymore! I looked down to see that the rugby player was totally blitzed out at this point and was having a hard time just trying to even focus on my bobbing cock. I wasn’t sure what other drugs Iain had done, but he was in classic overstimmed mode. Simon pulled out of him too and it was like the strings on a puppet were cut. Iain just flopped over onto his back on the ground and started making hrunghing noises to himself and giggling. Slut down, I guess… At least he didn’t OD. That’d be a fucking Pulitzer inside scoop if he did though. I could lie and pretend I’d gone deep undercover. Oh wow. I am cold blooded. Simon was smirking at Iain’s wipe-out and reached across to me, saying “I think that proves that we’re not police”. “Well I’d have to, um, agree” I answered, giving him my hand. I was still a bit dazed, still half-in my reverie – this MDMA was doing strange things to my memories. I kept falling into stream-of-conscious memories from like ten years ago. Simon pulled me up into another kiss. He tasted of Iain’s ass and something sweet - maybe liquorice? As we kissed I realised the mischievous mood had slowed down a little. Was Simon going to finish things up with me now? I kept kissing him, rubbing my tongue against his, reaching into his salt and pepper hair and pulling him deeper to make the kiss more passionate but he pulled back. Was I going to be asked to put back on my clothes? I was way too high to head on right now! It’d be better to distract him…“What do you taste of?” I asked. Simon raised his eyebrow and then, remembering, said “Oh that’s Salmiakki – the Finnish Liquor”. “Could I try some?” “Oh, yeah, sure I guess. It’s in the bar downstairs” “Are you inviting me to your party Simon?” “Well that depends Mike. This invite is for Newry9inches. But it definitely doesn’t extend to Mike McAllister, Irish Sun journalist. What do you think?”

I knew what I was getting into. I’d heard of Lawyer John’s notorious parties through the grapevine for years. My friend Con, who was a filthy gossip, pointed him out to me a few times in the nightclubs of Belfast. Lawyer John (our nickname for him) was pretty to miss though given his overall “too-hot-to-stay-in-Belfast” looks and physique. Lawyer John was a suave stunner in his mid-forties, with a gym fit body and expensive tousled “salt and pepper” haircut. He should have been modelling suits for Gucci or something, and not raising the bell-curve for us poor mortals who didn’t have any other option but to stay here in the North, drowning our sorrows as we were that night. Northern Ireland once again performed abysmally in rugby, getting trashed by the All Blacks earlier that day. Con’s favourite pastime, after a few jars, was nodding his head over at some poor trick in the club and divulging all his nasty secrets. Usually they involved Con, a quirky fetish and/or an STI. Con was an old-school gossip and would always start off in his thickest working class Belfast accent with the line “Didja ya see that wee lad there righ? Well…” At this point our posse would be leaning forward wondering what new tale of desperation or filth we were in for. With Lawyer John, Con would always drink deep from his Guinness, nod over at him and then launch into the following tale. “Did I tell ye lads about our friend Lawyer John over there. Mike (this was me) knows, but I’ll tell the rest of ye. Steer clear of that fucker. A right nasty piece of work they say lads. They say he hosts these parties y’see. Where all the A-gays of Belfast go and get gee-eyed out of it on G and E and coke and whatever else you’d be having. No condoms, no fucking sense, and a few prossies hired up from London or wherever. He works over in the courts too, so he should know better. Anyways, the parties always get really fuckin wild, and to hear tell of it, at one of the last ones there was a lad who overdosed. Some fucker up from Fermanagh, still wet behind the ears and looking for his bit of freedom from his mammy and the farm, thought he’d try his hand at hooking. Anyways as the story goes, the lad reacted badly with the cocktail of drugs he was on and it wasn’t till after the party that they realised he was unconscious and had been for about a day or two. It was then that they dropped him outside the Pipeworks sauna and called the police. Kid nearly died. Seemingly was left with some nasty nerve damage too. And that kid…” and Con leaned in here, building suspense, “is none other than Ugly Eoghan!” I’d heard it before so chuckled to watch the looks of incomprehension on our mates as they tried to fit the pieces together. Lawyer John was some jet-setting executive who probably had a sea of hot accountants who wanted him to write off their “bad debts”. Meanwhile Ugly Eoghan was the odd drunk that’d turn up outside the Kremlin as the crowd turned out in the early morning, trying to chat up the very, very drunk twinks outside. He worked the “going-home” crowd, cause he’d been barred from every gay establishment between here and Dublin. He was only in his early thirties, but had such a way with him that he looked at least ten years older and while there was nothing necessarily disfigured about him, he had a constant stoop, squinted eyes and a perpetually sneering mouth, so you couldn’t help but be repulsed by him. To think that this gay “character” had been created by the beautiful and sophisticated Lawyer John was a good yarn, but none of us really believed it. Sensing our disbelief, Con urged us “it’s true honest! Ugly Eoghan’s life wasn’t always the car-crash you see outside the chipper on a Saturday pawing at the twinks. But seemingly Lawyer John has high connections, and got the whole thing hushed up. The police, the other party-goers, even the sauna staff, everyone was hushed up”. We nodded as Con knocked back the rest of his Guinness and looked to see who was getting the next round in. He always got a bit conspiracy-ish after a few, talking one minute about chem-trails, and the next about how the fluoride pumped in Irish water was to keep people passive. A nudge knocked me out of my reverie. It was my round. I waited at the bar for the hot new barman Sven to get my drinks. Seemingly he had to learn how to replace a keg or something, but you’d forgive a white blond Nordic god a lot for a flash of his dopey smile, so I pulled out my phone and checked my apps. Grindr and Scruff were disappointing as usual, though my profile didn’t invite a lot of comment – it was just a torso like all the rest of them – showing off my six-pack from two years ago, which had since gone into a small hibernation. Not that most tricks minded. None of them looked quite like their photos either, and as long as I wasn’t, well, ugly Eoghan, and I shoved all nine inches of my cock into them, I heard no complaints. The only messages I had was from this hot nurse Gavin who I always had a great back and forth with, but who always chickened out of all the dates I suggested, to the point where I gave up trying. Sometimes I was in the mood to flirt with him, knowing it’d have no effect, but not today. Sensing someone pushing past me for a newly opened gap at the bar, I moved to let the guy settle in beside me. I did a very subtle double-take when I realised it was the devil himself – Lawyer John. He didn’t even notice me. He still had his head turned, taking drink orders off of some tall muscle-bound blond who’d be perfect as an extra in any World War 2 film, yellow blonde where Sven was white. I took the time to properly study the Lawyer-man up close. God, he was gorgeous. He’s one of those guys who looks so much better as a 40 year old than he ever would have as a 20 year old. His tailored shirt opening to show a defined lean body and sculpted lines across his collarbones, up his neck and in his deep dimples as he laughed at something the Aryan giant said. I waited for the polite “eye-contact” nod that in Ireland passed for “thank you for giving me space at the bar”, but the lawyer studiously turned forward and blanked me. Pfft. Whatever. I guess if you don’t look like you breathe the same rarefied air as these little gods, you may as well be invisible. I then heard the distinctive message tones from Gay-Romeo beside me. I looked over, and sure enough, Lawyer John had his phone out too. I guess little gods need a bit of help looking for love too. I noticed he was mostly scanning an app with a black and orange design. I leaned over a little further. It was called “BBRT” or something like that. I then heard the Sven clear his throat “Ah Mike, jour drrinks” “oh right, cheers Sven!” A few drinks more with the lads at the pub, then at Con’s house and eventually we’re all calling it a night. It’s proper late, by the time I’m back in my flat near the university, like 6am. I clumsily broke the laptop out and looked up this BBRT website. Bareback Real Time Sex, it said. I gulped a little. I’ve not usually been one for bareback – topping’s the same to me if I top protected or not, so I always chose the former. Up until this point I’d never successfully bottomed, with or without a condom, so I saw no attraction in barebacking. However, Lawyer John was on it, and who knew, maybe he was only a click or two away. I could beat off to some pics of him, no harm, no foul. I read through the usual preamble with starting an account, and then once I’d verified my email and put up the bare skeleton of a profile (Newry9inch), I got to seeing who was online in Belfast. This was a very different pool to the Grindr/Scruff guys. There were a few kinky bastards who revelled in anything pain related, a few kids that had the title Bug-Chaser in their profile and then me by the looks of it. Noone else was online. I went back to filling out my profile, deciding to put up a cock pic as my main profile pic (it wasn’t as if I was looking for friends or gym buddies on this site). Then after a bit more thought I added a headless nude shot and an over-the-shoulder arse pic. “Fuck it!” I thought and headed to the bathroom. When I got back, I was in luck. My inbox had three more messages from three different guys – not just the welcome bot. The first was a proper daddy type who wanted to spank my ass for being up so late. I chuckled, and politely declined. The next was from a blank profile online asking “u into scat?” I once again replied “cheers, but definitely not my thing. All the best”, cause I may be many things, but I always answer people, so there’s no ambiguity. I’m a motherfucking gentleman! The last was interesting. It was another blank profile “northernlights”, this time asking “u into pnp?” Now I won’t lie. I love me a bit of rolling with molly or speed-pumped sex, so this had my slut-senses tingling – could this be Lawyer John? I answered “could be. Why?” And waited… About half a minute later I get a reply. “We’re looking to score” and a link to a webpage within BBRT. I clicked through the link and it directed me to an expired party page from earlier that night– some sort of group page that BBRT did for people arranging group meets – wow BBRT really knew their audience! This page had the description “Party – Titanic Quarter for titanic men”. I snorted at that. The blurb below was written as if a size queen on meth – detailing all the types of men who could apply (a very select few) and all the guys who couldn’t. To be honest the description was a turn-off. One of those impossibly high standard parties that I wouldn’t dream of trying for after a few rejections earlier on in life. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I feel pretty hot – I rock the slightly rough/scruffy, three-day stubbled scally lad look, but I would never fit in with the built Abercrombie and Fitch crowd. My body was lean and I was an in-shape lad especially for my job (a journalist for a less than reputable paper… ok so, a tabloid journalist – it paid the bills) but I’d never have this party’s required “defined muscles” or “less than 5% body fat” (I kid you not – that’s what they wrote). The rest of post summed up that a group party had been organised (about 6 hours earlier) for the A-gays of Belfast. Good-fucking luck to ‘em I thought! I saw my inbox had another message and clicked it. Northernlights again. “u know any dealers?” I chuckled and then remembered something. Looking to my chest of drawers in the middle of the room, I pulled out my sock drawer and fumbled at the back. I pulled out my old metal tea-box that had my weed and the makings of my joints in, a few pills, and also… at the bottom… …Eureka!.. I found the bag of MDMA that my mate’s sister’s boyfriend’s friend left behind at a houseparty a year back. The lad went mental looking for it afterwards, but cause he was a dick I didn’t call him up a week later when I found it behind the coal bucket. It was about 10-15g of product, but I’d tried it, and maybe cause it’d be been left out somewhere humid, or maybe cause it was it was just a shit supply, but it did nothing for me. But there was enough here for a trade. Maybe I’d get some money for it finally? I messaged back. “None that are awake right now. My usual guy’s disappeared too. I’ve a bit of my own supply - MDMA here (10-15g), dunno how good it is, if you’re desperate? J” (Was the smiley too much?) Northernlights was quick to reply “Yeah would be up for that - could buy it – where u? Could send taxi round? We’re in X” Obviously I’m not gonna reveal where exactly the guy was – but it was a very swanky part of town. Northernlights sent me on details of the place and then signed off – “…Thanks lad. See you soon” No name. But honestly considering we’d just agreed to perform a crime online I could understand that. Nice one! I was gonna finally sell off my old stash and at least see what the inside of one of these exclusive parties looked like. The taxi came round 15 minutes later. I was barely out of the shower and into my cleaner pair of going-out trackies when I heard my phone go off. I grabbed my whole stash box and all the way there I was full of nervous jitters. I kept thinking I was going to end up at some weird “eyes-wide-shut” masked party. The apartment building was one of the very modern ones that went up as part of the Titanic quarter’s refurbishment after the peace agreement. I remember seeing it being built and even then thinking I’d never be able to afford living in a posh place like this. I rang the apartment bell. Elocution lessons answered; “Yars?” “Um, this is ahem, Newry….” “Oh roight! Yars yars, push the door when it buzzes” I made my way up. On the way up I kept formulating and reformulating the plan. See how much they were willing to pay to keep their party going. Get a good look around to see how to super-hot live and try to see a few fucking, to fill the wank-bank. Get them to order me another taxi. Would they stretch to a pizza too? Oh, but how to make sure this wasn’t an elaborate police op? Wasn’t that entrapment? Did that law even apply in Belfast? Better make sure to get them to do a line for free first. I got to the door. I rapped gently on it. No answer. I was about to ring the bell when the door opened and there in a red and grey silk dressing gown stood Lawyer John. A-Gay of Belfast numero uno! “Newry9inches?” he said, smiling at me, showing those dimples. Those goddamn beautiful dimples! I nodded mutely and he waved me in. He muttered something about doing business upstairs in his room as I looked around the split-level apartment. There were bags and clothes on most of the chairs and couches in the main entrance hall-cum-living room. The floor plan was pretty open and segued from living room to foyer to kitchen (which was divided from the rest by an outjutting counter) all across the entire lower floor. There were some shadowy figures in the extremities of the kitchen and living room, but before I could better make them out, John beckoned me up his stairs (solid oak beams projecting from the wall, no banistair, very swanky!) I clambered up behind him, getting glimpses of his very tan, very developed gym-toned legs, to come out on a long corridor landing. Everything was ivory tones and expensive looking. There were about four doors off the corridor – two guest bedrooms, the main bedroom and main bathroom. As we went into the main bedroom I saw the entire outer wall was one plate window giving a fantastic view back over Belfast City. The bed was massive and recently used and there was an en-suite bathroom to the left. John sat down on the bed and looked expectantly me… “The MDMA?” “Oh right, yeah let me just get that out” and I walked over to the desk. He followed behind me as I lay the bag of white powder on the table. I saw the remains of some other lines of powder there and a credit card. I turned to him. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but cause I’m not used to, um, normally, ever doing this, and how do I know this isn’t some police sting?” He laughed a rich baritone laugh at that and said something about the differences in UK and American law, and that he’d asked me to bring over with me to sell, which indeed would be a form of entrapment. He then smiled and said, “but if it makes you feel better, I can do a line in front of you now?” I nodded, and he took the bag from me and poured some out. Crushing it with his credit card he asked me to roll up a twenty-pound note as he scraped together four short lines. When he pulled back he waved me forward to do the first two lines – oh right – I weirdly hadn’t expected to be doing the MDMA in front of him, but fuck it. I ducked down, snorted them up and passed the twenty. Squeezing and pinching my nose I looked over as he rose from his lines. “So do you wanna sit down for a bit, to see if it kicks in?” I asked. He nodded toward the bed, snuffling back all the powder. I sat down on the edge, he sat beside me. “I think I saw you out earlier” I mentioned. He nodded. “Mike here by the way” “Simon here” he replied, extending his hand for a handshake and smiling. I started to feel something in the back of my brain, but I was never great with MDMA. “I think I’m feeling it” I mentioned, “but it’s always a bit odd for me, how about you?” I asked. He was raising his half-shut eyes and muttering to himself… Yeah he was definitely feeling something. “Oh yars Mark” “uh it’s Mike” “Sorry Mike. Yah I’m feeling it – that is …some good stuff you have”. He looked at me. His eyes were massively dilated. We said in unison “wow your eyes…” and trailed off and chuckled. I looked at this guy who only hours before had seemed a part of the frosty impenetrable A-gay elite rubbish of Belfast, and yet here we were now, bonding. It was beautiful. I felt Simon and I were having a special time outside of time and that I could suddenly confide totally in him. “You should laugh more dude, your dimples are gorgeous” He smiled at this, and replied, “you’re pretty cute yourself dealer-man” I got a cheeky thought “what else can you do to prove you’re not a police officer?” His deep chuckle was adorable. “Well what would you like me to…” We got cut off by a knock on the door, the en-suite door. “Hey Si, are you still with that dealer guy?” The door opened and a tall pale guy with jet black hair stepped in. He was wearing a towel around his waist and had obviously come from the shower. His body definitely fit into the 5% body fat category. I think I could have seen him on a Men’s Health magazine or something – he had a familiar look about him. Every random Latin-named muscle was on display and some new ones too I think. “This him?” he asked Simon. “Yeah, this mmmmm here is…. Mark..no Mike! This is Iain” Iain smiled and extended his hand to me. “Not named after the Reverend I assure you.” I laughed and still felt very odd to be shaking everyone’s hand at a sex party. He then turned to look back at the desk. His back was just pure sculpture. I looked over to see Simon/Lawyer John smirking at me, catching me ogling the beefcake mere metres away from me. I giggled and nudged him. Yeah ok maybe the MDMA was having an effect. I’d missed Iain’s request “What now?” Iain repeated himself “Is it ok if I sample a line or two” “Be my guest,” I sorta slurred out. Iain bent over the desk to crush out a line’s worth. I was looking at Simon. He had mischief in his eyes. “Iain” Simon called, “I need to prove something to Mike here” and reached over to his towel-covered ass. Tugging on the towel as Iain crushed his line, Simon succeeded on pulling the towel off, revealing Iain’s pale magnificent ass. Iain barely reacted, engrossed in his task. The twin globes were just that right blend of smooth and bubble-butt, spreading down into two tree trunks of thighs. A real rugby player physique! Oh shit, now I knew where I’d seen Iain before. He’s Iain the rugby player! The gay rugby player Iain Hawkins! He was the prop-forward for the Northern Irish team who’d recently come out and had all his family support him in the papers, and his… boyfriend! I watched him earlier today get trounced by the fuckin Kiwis! My tabloid journalist was itching at the size of the scoop I had in front of me. Belfast A-Gay number 2, Iain Hawkins prop-forward for Northern Ireland, showing me his incredibly fuckable ass, while doing Class A drugs. Another part of me took over as I refocused on that ass. “Mike” Simon called back to me, “I’m gonna do something I’m pretty sure no undercover cop would do” and with that licked a finger and started to pull Iain’s ass-cheeks apart. Then exposing Iain’s pink rosy hole, he guided the lubed finger into Iain’s hole. Working it in quite quickly I figured Iain had already been fucked this night. Simon replaced his finger with his tongue as he got up properly to rim his friend. I heard Iain groan in appreciation and follow it with one quick snort. I was rubbing my cock through my grey tracksuit bottoms. Simon winked at me and looked to my growing bulge. “Looks like your username wasn’t lying” I smirked and coyly asked “do you want to check for yourself?” as I stood up, raising my crotch to his head height. He used his free hand to snag my tracksuit bottoms down exposing my navy blue jockstrap and jutting nine-incher. Simon mouthed a “wow”, as most guys do. It’s not just nine or nine and a half inches, it’s also quite a thick girthy cock which often a lot of bottoms can’t work with – they think they can, but their eyes are too big for their asshole. Simon got to work, pushing the jockstrap pouch to the side and freeing my monster. As he started lapping on the underedge of my cock, I reached over and started rubbing Iain’s ass cheeks. Iain took another snort and wriggled his ass in appreciation, or at least that what I took his ass-wriggle for. Unopposed I moved both my hands to cup Iain’s ass, kneading and massaging, rearranging our trio so that I could bend over to rim Iain while still giving Simon clear access to my cock. Iain’s hole tasted beautiful. You could tell that the cunt has been used, I could even detect some cum that hadn’t been fully washed away. Damn right I’ll admit I look for a good sloppy-seconds ass when I’m whoring myself round. I steer the fuck away from virgins and twinks. Fucking a cum-dump’s ass where it’s cold and virginal on the outside, but hot and juicy at the core… mmm my version of heaven. After a few minute of rimming and sucking – Simon sure loved sucking my cock and I was feeling a little more adventurous. I was alternating my tongue and my two left fingers, playing Iain’s ass like a fiddle. Iain pushed his juicy orbs again back at us, Simon pulled off of me to come beside me and watch as Iain started twitching his ass. I kept a grip on his ass shoving my left thumb inside him. Simon grabbed and turned my cheek and we stared intensely into eachother’s eyes. Simon took a step closer and asked, “would a policeman do this?” and grabbed the back of my head pulling me in to a full-on kiss. Our tongues were running against eachother, his spit, my spit. As I kissed him passionately back I felt his robe fall open and felt my cock bounce and joust with his thick 7 incher. Every bit of his body was tan, including his cock. I ran my right hand up and down his defined body, running over each muscular ridge – I kept asking myself, was this really happening? I looked down to pinch myself and could see a pearl of precum had started to drip off of his hooded shaft. I started to bend my knees to lick up every drop from his precum-dripping cock – I love a dripper! However Simon held me back and wiped his steady precum flow onto my own spit slicked member. After milking himself this way for a bit, he grunted up at Iain, “look back for a second Iain” Iain, minor sports celebrity, minor gay celebrity for the UK had recently done a fashion-spread for GQ magazine with his boyfriend. Yet right then he was currently sporting just a white powder moustache and a smile. He looked back over his shoulder at my proud nine-incher slick with Simon’s juices, as Simon tapped my cock against his twitching hole. “Oh yeah Mikey, shove that gorgeous stick into me” All thoughts of his boyfriend evaporated, all my thoughts of safety evaporated, I needed those ass-pussy lips on my poor naked cock and I needed it now! Ok yeah, the MDMA was definitely working at this point. I didn’t wait for a second request and shoved my tool deep in that slut’s hole. And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse's hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him.

Cheers guys, will post pics in a couple of days. Nearly finished my tax

Thanks guys. You can blame avoiding doing my taxes on my recent spurt of productivity. But now I'm gonna be quiet for a bit and read the other stories here - but I'll share more memories eventually (probably when my next deadline is due) If you want I can put up pictures of porn stars who look like Pedro and the others to give you more of an idea? Or maybe I should leave it to your imagination. Let me know. Cheers S.

Previously… “Yes!” I belted him anyways, and as he thrashed under me I got two more slaps in before I came. Falling onto his sweaty back I panted and thrust as I spunked into him. I kept thrusting and concentrating and after a while I think I pissed a bit into him as well. Once my post climax daze cleared, I gingerly pulled myself off the kid and scooting up the bed I got him to clean my cummy cock. Looking down at the kid lick the cum and lube and ass-juice off my cock, I whispered down to him sarcastically “yeah right, I fuckin bet they’d love to trade places with you right now, Timmy no-friends” and spat in his tear-stained face. Right so… Getting off the bed and leaving the room, I reflected that I may have been a bit harsh on poor wee Tim, but I’d met a few versions of that kid by this stage and I was tired of their self-loathing bullshit. A few weeks later I saw Tim was online and we chatted. I was about to apologise for being too harsh with him, when he started saying how much he loved me roleplaying his bullies and how he nearly came when I belted him a few times. This weirdly didn’t make me feel better… I’ve lots of friends now in the BDSM scene here in Germany, but I couldn’t shake the notion that the kid was using it as a way not to deal with some self-esteem issues. I dunno. I don’t want to judge. Maybe he was pretty sorted-out. Maybe I just was scared about how easily I slipped into the bully-role… I walked along the hall, away from the industrial rock in the bedroom to airy pop coming from the living room. I guessed Pedro was still in charge of the music. Kylie’s “Red-blooded woman” was belting out as I opened came in through the kitchen. “You’ll never get to heaven if you’re scared of getting high” – hah, another appropriate line! I looked up at the clock in the kitchen – a quarter past seven. Less than two hours left. I turned into the living room to see a view of pure hedonism. Two of the rest of the group were playing Mario cart while getting fucked by another two. Well, seemingly Andrew had challenged Kieran to a game, and JP had asked that they make it interesting by seeing who could last longest while being fucked. Michael was currently fucking Kieran and JP was fucking Andrew. They’d turned the main body of the couch around 180 degrees so the bottoms could kneel on the seats and rest their chests on the support, leaving their arms and asses free for play. I walked over to JP and Andrew. They were both on a chilled vibe and more focussed on getting Luigi over the finish line than the slowly pistoning cock in Andrew’s hole. “What is it with you boys and video games?” I commented, “…oh and by the way guys we all hat-tricked the bitch boy”. Andrew paused JP and said “what do you mean?” “I used your cum to fuck Tim till I came in him – I almost never cum on E! So all three of us have given Tim our DNA – Cum-dump buddy high five!” I raised my hand for a high-five and JP returned it smiling and added “wow that dude is a proper cum-dump – wait, what’s his name again?” Kieran piped up from the other side, panting as Michael energetically pounded his hole “I kept …trying to …cum in him, …but the E …has killed …my ability to. I’m dead …jealous …of you guys”. I looked over to see that Michael, obviously having recently snorted some coke or another upper, was punishing Kieran’s hole. He looked like he could use a break. “Hey Michael, mind if I cut in?” Michael turned to me, not wanting to stop fucking but still sober enough to be polite. His chest and stomach were a wall of whorled fuzz reaching down to his chemically rock-hard dick. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, “um, well I’m kinda enjoying this for now…” I interrupted, “Michael, I’m not saying stop fucking, just let me get in between the two of you – Kieran looks like he could use a buffer between you and him”. With this Kieran looked back up at him with a pained half-smile. I pointed to the screen and continued, “I mean, look at how many times, um, Princess Peach has died (Peach - really Kieran? What is it with fuckin bisexuals?). I’ll just slip between you and take what you’re giving and give it to him in a gentler way”. Michael considered this, then reached over to the coffee table. “I’ll do it, if you do something for me” He brandished the Popstarz candy pacifier. It was coated in white powder. I guessed it wasn’t Sherbet. “Stick this in your gob Stu, you talk way too much!” What the fuck? I was outraged. But I also still wanted to get a go on Michael before we had to leave, so I threw my pride out the window and took the baby soother off of him. Popping it in my mouth I suppressed a gag at the artificial cherry taste and wondered what the powder was – oh fuck my mouth was going numb – I guess it was coke then. And sniffing the plastic holder, I got a distinct smell of ass. I pulled it out for a second and went to ask if it’d been in someone’s ass. It came out as “Hab dib bin in sobbumz ahz?” JP and Andrew lost their shit. Well not literally – Pedro’s couch was stained enough as it was – but the pair of them burst out laughing at me – like a right pair of fuckin hyenas. Andrew said something about where was Pedro’s camera phone when you needed it. Turning back to the others I saw Kieran grin at me as Michael pulled out. Moving down to his hot shaved hole I probed it with my increasingly-sluggish tongue – I guess rimming wasn’t an option, and as I pulled back I noticed a sticky patch on his muscular buttcheek – it tasted of cherry – “et tu Brutus?” Well… I thought that. What I actually said to Kieran was “ed du bubuh”. Kieran snickered at my accusation (or would have, if he wasn’t licking Michael’s seven inch dick clean) and so I did what came naturally to him. I shoved my dick into him all in one thrust. Payback’s a bitch Kieran! Needless to say Princess Peach didn’t win that lap either. I could feel Michael line up behind – his body hair brushing off of every inch of me. I turned back to him and took out the pacifier. “Kib me” I asked, and he smirked then bent down to cup my face in his hands and deeply kiss me. Michael’s big hairy body dwarfed mine. I felt tiny as with one hand he was holding my face in place for a crushingly deep snog and with the other was one-handedly squeezing lube from a Durex Play bottle (no mean feat!) and slicking up my hole. I shoved myself deep into Kieran, his muscular ass massaged my swollen cock. Meanwhile I spread my cheeks wide for Michael. “Fug meh” I called back and waited… …and waited some more …and turning around I saw Michael waiting and pointing to my right hand – the pacifier. …Oh fine! I popped it back in my mouth and went back to waiting. This time Michael was quick and locked his cock in with my hole relatively hassle-free. Giving a few experimental shoves, I took a few seconds to get used to his size – easily 6/7 inches in girth. Then when he saw we were both ready, he slowly started to push deeper and faster. I waited till he got a decent rhythm going and then synced up with him to start moving in and out of Kieran’s tight muscle hole. It took concentration, and every time Michael sped up a little I’d to quickly have to catch up and hope Kieran would adapt. There are a few schools of thought on the Lucky Pierre – some think that the LP should stay still and enjoy the attention from the bottom and top. Others feel that the LP should act as a conduit between the Top and bottom, and relay messages. Still others think the LP should be the only moving part in the sandwich as the others stay still. I’ve tried all three and like most sex positions it completely depends on the guys you’re fucking, and most importantly on their sense of rhythm. With swarthy Spanish Pedro – I’d be able to try a lot of different LP movements, but with tall Scottish Michael, he was a bit stiff, so I quickly settled for the third option – me doing all the work. Motioning Michael to slow down to a halt I built up my own rhythm and soon I had Kieran’s hole swallowing my shaft while impaling myself back onto Michael’s thick monster. He was chemically hard, so there was that slight difference in feeling as I shoved myself back on him – a little less give, less sponginess – more like a dildo than a dick. Not a major complaint, and believe me – I’m a huge supporter of Viagra and Cialis and the like, too many DFOs have been pretty much aborted early by a lack of hard dick – and I was happy to see this party to full term. Ok that’s a weird metaphor… I settled into a decent fuck rhythm - more of a canter than a gallop, and I know for a fact that Kieran appreciated it – Bisexuals can often be a little inexperienced with one sex, if they’re not 50/50 and Kieran was no exception. He didn’t know how to take charge as a bottom and slow Michael down. It wasn’t Michael’s fault, he was at the other side of his high – and eager to tap all the ass around him, especially since he knew we four would be leaving in a short while. Later, I’d be doing the same thing when I arrived halfway through a sex party (the same one in Amsterdam with the couple and the cocaine) to find a hot beardy Spanish stud who looked the spit of Peto Coast, who was in the process of dressing and was about to leave. He had his leather jacket and t-shirt on, and was pulling up some pants over his jockstrap. I copped the situation and excusing myself from the hosts for a short while, I guided the Spaniard into the front room and told him I needed to taste his ass before he left. The guy was pretty fucked-out at that point, but humoured me. He bent over a chair and let me eat out his hairy top ass for five minutes. I never even got his name. It’s all about being aware of more than yourself – which is hard considering the effects of most of the drugs you take. Let’s just say it wouldn’t be the last time someone told me I was talking too much. Or the last time someone told Andrew he was hogging all the hard dicks. Or the last time people complained that Don was too rough, or that Pedro’s music taste was …inappropriate for group-play, or that Richard was always on the computer. We all have our “ids” that come out in force and our superego shuts up for a while. It’s one of the fun things with drugs, but also one of the messier things. Michael reached around a massive hand and pulled back my chest to lean in and kiss me on the lips but the pacifier was in the way, so he settled on the nape of my neck. As I leant back I felt in perfect rhythm slotting between the two. After a while Michael, eyes even more dilated, pulled out and went behind JP. I looked over to see the Trekky take Michael for a short while before ducking out and offering Michael Andrew’s ass. JP wasn’t that experienced as a bottom and I knew Michael wouldn’t be patient enough for him. Interestingly Andrew was pretty focussed on the game and didn’t think much of JP pulling out, so when he turned back to see that it was now Michael instead of JP that had been thrusting into him for a while, his shocked expression was priceless. I laughed out loud and pulling out the pacifier, I said “that was a moment for Pedro’s phone”. Ah good, my speech was returning. JP slotted in behind me for a while and at this stage our buzz had dwindled to a sort of blissed out buzz. On the couch, the five of us shortly fell into mutual oral, daisy-chaining, licking and kissing and stroking. After a while Michael, still way more energetic than us, said that it had been fun, but he was going to check out the main bedroom. After a bit more swapping spit and grinding and gentle fingering, I remembered to look at the clock. It was 9.15. I told the lads, and we all got up and headed to the bathrooms. Kieran and I headed into the spare bedroom where Finn was being spit-roasted by Pedro and Tomasz. I explained we were going to head to Pedro and just needed to shower. He paused in fucking Finn – he looked really intense and nodded toward the bathroom. He grunted “you go in first” and grabbed Kieran by the back of his head “rim me chico!”, and guided Kieran to his hole. I left, a little sad to be ordered away so brusquely – and I thought chico was my name! As I walked into the en-suite I saw why Pedro had ordered me in first. On the toilet lid were some bloody syringes and a plastic tube and some drugs – Kieran would’ve freaked! I gingerly moved the needles to inside a cabinet and the drugs and tube I placed on top of them. After a quick shower and trying to douche as much as possible with an unscrewed shower hose, I waited for Kieran and told Pedro what I did with all the stash. He grinned at me and nodded over to the windowsill. “Have you taken your own bits and bobs?” I went over and found my stash of MDMA and pills. I nabbed one of the bottles of poppers we’d chipped in for earlier too, just in case we’d use them back at Andrew’s. Heading to the main bathroom Kieran and I found our clothes and JP and Andrew douching. When we all were ready, I popped into the kitchen and stole the makings of two Michael’s joints – I figured he owed me for the making me wear a pacifier. Then remembering that Pedro’s phone was in a pile of Finn’s clothes, I fished it out and left it where it would be found. Finally ready, we popped our heads into the main and spare bedrooms, soaked up one last time the squalid orgy scenes and said our goodbyes. At the exit of the apartment block we saw someone had egged Tim’s Edinburgh Pride jeep – fucking Glasgow! –though to be fair – they could’ve egged it because it said Edinburgh also! Still, the mood that weekend when I met Kieran and JP, who would become future fuckbuds as well as Andrew, as well as my future dealers Pedro and Don, was special, and wasn’t even dampened by our coming down, the PEP treatment or my embarrassing attempts at flirting with Elyas later that sleepless night (I eventually fucked him but that’s another story). Kieran and JP even helped me move my stuff after the clinic on the Monday – Andrew – the poor fucker, had to work that evening. That night we had an informal housewarming and the boys met Harry and his sister Artie who came over with wine. My other new housemates Sabine and Stefan showed their faces for a bit, though Sabine left early enough and made Stefan leave with her. Kieran showed us a few moves of the highland sword dance and flirted his hole off with both Artie and Harry before getting the last bus back to Carlisle. I even managed to save one of Michael’s joints for Bill and Harry’s expert opinion – they were fuckin baying for his number before the joint was even finished. It was the first of many parties in that house and the beginning of a fantastic if somewhat messy chapter in my life. All in all, a great fucking weekend in Glasgow!

Spontaneous chemmed-upfuckfests are the best

Previously… Andrew turned to try to catch us both and revelled! I mean he revelled! He was spitting it back up, running it all over his body and even gargling and snorting our piss. Dude! I noticed he was really jacking furiously and looking down I just caught sight of him cumming against the side of the bath. He let out a groan and panted up at us delighted, and just in time as we both dribbled to a halt, all pissed out. Right so… I fished the cum from the side of the bath and now hard, said to Andrew, in my lord voice again, “Andrew will you entertain Michael here, I’ve some unfinished business” and headed out of the bathroom. The G was kicking in and any doubts I may have had about fucking Grant had evaporated. I needed to top that kid’s wrecked hole. Using one hand to open the main bedroom door, Marilyn Manson’s Beautiful People blared out at me. I first saw Mac’s heaving ass pounding away at Grant doggy style. The ropes were still in place and Don was squatting beside them checking the ropes and holding a belt. He was also in a perfect position for Kyle to rim his ass. I went over to them, the G really bringing out the gutterslut in me. I held my cummy right hand and then lowering it down to my swollen cock, started to spread it all over it. “Just made Andrew cum, and now wanna fuck it into the bitch boy here. Is Mac about finished?” Don sneered and Kyle pulled out from Don’s ass to say “I couldn’t get the fucker to cum for the last few hours”. Don added “we thought we’d wake him up with a slam like you got, but he’s just gonna fuck that kid all night long”. I went over to Mac and tapped his shoulder, he looked back at me without slowing down “alright Stu?” I actually couldn’t see his irises, his pupils were so dilated. “Alright Mac”, I answered, “D’ye think I could cut in there?” He smiled and slowed down, “sure y’are” and pulled back. As he pulled back two things struck me. First his still rock-hard bottle cock (that caverject stuff was the fucking bomb!) had white cum-foam tide marks on it – you know, the type you get from a long time fucking a cummy ass. Secondly the kid’s back and ass were cherry red and criss-crossed with scratches. I looked back to Don “what the fuck happened here?” He just smiled wryly at me and said “the gimp wanted to leave for some family shit. Kept bitching about some Sunday dinner or something, so I had to teach him some respect”. Kyle pulled his face back out of the dealer’s ass and added, “and then he really didn’t like it when we slammed him, so that’s when we used the buckle” I looked down at the welted ass. Don had really gone to town on the kid. Fuck. I bent up close to the back of his head, “hey Grant, you need to use a code word or anything?” He shook his head. “Fair enough”, I thought. “Ok kid, I got some of Andrew’s cum mixed up with piss here and I’m gonna use it as lube. You want that?” No response. “Well you know how to say no” Little fucking shit - fucking sub-dom mind games bullshit. I was pissed off enough that the kid let Don beat the crap out of him, so much so I got into the state the kid really wanted. Later he told me that he only really enjoyed the sex from me when I was really pissed-off, and hated my breaking of the fantasy every time I mentioned a code word. Spitting down on my cum-lubed cock I positioned myself against his cummy hole. “Here it goes kid” and I shoved myself into him. The kid was loose as fuck but what with the G working on me, and all the cum already fucked into him, the whole feeling was mind-blowing. I later learned that while Kieran wasn’t able to cum in him, his dick worked like a butter churn for all the other loads pumped into the kid. JP and Richard both dropped their loads from fucking eachother into him, and Finn gave him a small but noticeable load too. The soupy ass sucked onto my cock and I felt I couldn’t drive deep enough into it. I grabbed his red-raw ass cheeks and the kid screamed. “Still tender?” I remarked, “should have thought of that earlier you little fuck-up” and slapped down hard. The kid proper howled! Looking around I pulled Mac to the front of the kid – both to muffle the kid with his cock and so I could “Eifel Tower” him, gaining leverage by holding Mac’s hands and pounding my hips down into his sloppy creampied hole. As I slammed my cock in and then pulled it back, his saggy ass lips pulled back with me. It was a strange sight – I thought the kid might prolapse on me or something, but fuck it felt amazing! The kid’s ass cheeks and his hole formed three separate bulges from his rear. I didn’t know I had such a thing for loose sloppy holes, till this kid awakened it in me. Don’t get me wrong, fucking a tight hole can be really hot, but the visual of seeing your cock pull out and make their inverted hole, evert, to look like a fuckin flesh volcano, is well – super fucking hot! Slowing down after a little while, I saw that my/Andrew’s load had mixed in with the rest of foamy lube to frost my pubes and balls. I got back into rhythm with Mac egging me on. “C’mon Stu, fuck that bitch’s ass” With each fuckthrust down against his abused hole, the kid would yelp inarticulately around Mac’s cock and I really let the dom side out in me. I liked that I was causing this little bitch pain. It served him right for agreeing to get “raped” in the first place – fucking idiot. I pounded the kid’s ass, every now and again breaking one of my handholds with Mac to smack the kid’s welted ass cheeks. Once I did it so hard Mac almost got bitten. A few slaps to the back of the head sorted that out. I leaned back into doggy and looking back at Don, I reached out my hand. Don was hanging onto the edge of the bed, his belt now rolled around his right fist, while grinding his ass into Kyle’s face. I pointed at his right hand. It took a few seconds for him to figure out what I was asking for and passed me his belt. I still remember the look of fear on the kid’s face as he turned to see me wrap the buckle end around my fist, the strap-end free to whip. I turned back to the kid and said to Mac, “I’m gonna ask him a couple of questions now” When the kid’s mouth was free, I held up the belt to him and looked over at Mac and mouthed “any questions?” at him. Now that I had built up so much suspense about displaying the belt my mind was suddenly blank for questions. Mac shook his head and I looked back to see Don also shaking his head at me, Kyle’s face was buried beneath him, and Richard was standing in the doorway jacking himself. Putting my doubts to the side I decided to start simple. “Where’d you grow up boy?” No response. I took my time, keeping my doggy rhythm going. I looked for the least red part of his arse. When I found it. I lashed out with the belt. The results were incredible – the boy screeched like a maniac and his ass clamped right down on my cock. Good thing Tool was on Don’s playlist and currently drowning out most of the kid’s cries. I spoke over the music “Where’d you go to school boy?” No response. Another stinging slap from the belt and the kid let out an unearthly scream as his feet scrambled and pulled the bedsheets off the bed and into a knot around him. Is it just me or do sheets never seem to stay on the bed when a sex-party is in full swing? The amount of time I’ve had to pause mid-fuck cause a bed-sheet was loose… Anyways, I digress. I was shuddering with pleasure. Every time I used the belt on this kid the ensuing bucking and tightness from him was getting me off. I didn’t know if it was mostly a head-fuck, or if I could actually get off and cum from this, but I wanted to take it as far as I could. “Well, here’s the thing. Every time you don’t answer you get the belt. Every time you take too long or give me that stupid fucking glassy stare…” I broke off to belt him again. After he had roared and bucked up and down my dick again, I got my breath back and continued. “…yeah that stupid look right there, I‘ll give you the belt. So here’s my theory kid. I bet you were teased in school. I bet you had bullies. Who wants to hang out with a fat kid anyways. Is that true?” The kid slowly nodded, but he’d taken too long so I slapped the belt down anyways. Oh fuck that felt good! “You gotta be quick if you want to avoid the belt bitch”. With the word “bitch”, I spat down on his half upturned face. I was really getting into this. “What names did they call you bitch?” Grant gasped out “Fatso” I whipped the belt down anyways – after the screaming and bucking stopped, I cleared my head again “I said ‘names’ Fatso, not just one” Grant was quick to reply this time, “Lardass, Ten-tonne Timmy, Timmy-tits, Bitch-tits, Fatso” I sneered, “You already said Fatso, Timmy” and slapped down again. That bucking felt so good. It was no wonder he nearly broke my finger earlier. Underneath all the stretched connective tissue and loose skin there were some powerful ass muscles there! “So I’m guessing your real name is Timmy yeah?” “Yeah it’s Tim” Grant/Tim replied. “Yes it’s Tim sir!” I corrected and brought the belt down again. After the bucking stopped this time I realised Richard had started fucking Kyle beside me. Kyle told me later he positioned himself there cause he was enjoying “my show” so much. Fuck yeah – I’m definitely an exhibitionist and I was delighted to help him get off. “So Timmy, what were the names of your bullies?” Tim was quick to reply this time “Steve Doherty, Paul Robes and John Cratchett sir” “Good boy, now you’re getting it!” I replied. “Which one was the worst?” “Steve Doherty sir” “What’d he do Timmy-tits?” “He beat me up a few times sir, he spat at me all the time and got the other kids to chant Ten-tonne Timmy every morning when I came down to breakfast. He stole my clothes from the swimming pool changing rooms so I had to walk back through the schoolyard to get a teacher to get me access to the dorms. I was just in my swim-shorts and swimming t-shirt and all the kids laughed and said they could see my titties, and when I got to the dorm, someone had taken a shit in my bed…” I silenced him with a belt. I mean I can be cruel, but I didn’t want to hear all of the kid’s damage. I figured as much that the kid had some serious issues anyways from the situation we found ourselves in. But… then again… in for a penny, in for a pound! “What’s my name Timmy-bitch-tits?” “Stuart sir…” I drove the belt down. That sweet boy ass bucking! Masturbating me close to …something anyways. “My name’s no longer Stuart”, I replied, “it’s Steve Doherty. Say it!” “Steve …Doherty, sir” “Too slow!” I think I could see tears this time as he thrashed to get away from the stinging pain. I started to angle my cock-head so that when he thrashed he really massaged the head with his spasming sphincter. It was a level of roughness/friction I rarely got from topping normally, and a level I needed to get close to cumming from topping when I’m relatively sober. I only could feel the G in me, so this was perfect. “Say it again” “Steve Doherty sir” “And what do you want me to do?” I deliberately left this question open ended so I could slap him for hesitating. Smack! Uh fucck that bucking bronco move was good! “I said boy. What do you really want me to do?” The kid turned to me and said “I want you to stop, stop picking on me you fucking shit! You’ve always been jealous that I’m smarter than you or that my family’s richer or that my parents love me. Fuck you, you fucking piece of shit” I was stunned for a second. Honestly I’d been building this rape fantasy in my head with the kid secretly lusting after his bully and that was gonna be my next question – to ask him to beg his bully, as played by me, to pound his boy-pussy and knock him up. I was kinda at a loss, but I rallied, and brought the belt down again. Ah sweet bucking – as long as you can hold on, it’s fucking delicious. “That’s ‘you fucking piece of shit’ sir!” I barked. “Well Timmy, you think you’re getting back at Steve by getting rough ridden up and down the UK do ya?” “No sir” I spanked him. The bucking was getting me close. I rarely cum as a top but this rough thrashing was fantastic. “That’s fucking bullshit. You’ve some twisted revenge fantasy against the world and you wish your bullies could see you now getting all this cock – say it!” “Yes sir” I slapped him on a technicality and mostly cause I was close. My breathing was getting laboured as the kid snapped and buckled like elastic under me. I was matching his twisting perfectly and by doing so my cock-head was swelling rigid – who knew it would take really really rough sex for me to cum sober? “I said, say ‘you wish your bullies could see you getting all this cock” Grant, I mean Timmy, I mean Tim, was snivelling now, “I wish my bullies could see me now” Belt! That’s it! I’m getting motherfucking clooose!! I quickly sped through my response while he was still bucking. “Say I wish my bullies could see me …getting all this cock! Not ‘now’” Tim sobbing with pain, replied “I wish my bullies could see me …getting all this cock!” Belt! “Where’s the sir?” So close!! “I wish …my bullies …could see me …getting all this cock sir!” Belt! “Too slow, again!” I was in the end-zone… “I wish my bullies could see me getting all this cock sir!” “Yes!” I belted him anyways, and as he thrashed under me I got two more slaps in before I came. Falling onto his sweaty back I panted and thrust as I spunked into him. I kept thrusting and concentrating and after a while I think I pissed a bit into him as well. Once my post climax daze cleared, I gingerly pulled myself off the kid and scooting up the bed I got him to clean my cummy cock. Looking down at the kid lick the cum and lube and ass-juice off my cock, I whispered down to him sarcastically “yeah right, I bet they’d love to trade places with you right now, Timmy no-friends” and spat in his tear-stained face.

Previously… We arrived at the apartment as Michael unwrapped the pacifier and tried running it over my lips. “Fuck off! Would ya?” I laughingly pushed him away. “Come on lad, game face on now!” The door was opened by Andrew in a towel. I looked at Michael looking at Andrew – the two of them were eyefucking in the doorway. Putting on a “lord of the manor” voice I interrupted “Andrew could you be a dear and round up a few bottoms for our guest? He’s said that he wants a selection?” Right so… As soon as I got the door closed Andrew was all over Michael, shoving him against the hall walls and snogging him frenetically, while grabbing Michael’s hands and running them all over his body. Michael at first responded to Andrew’s kissing but could be seen to be a bit flustered. I pushed Andrew back a little, “Andrew, dude!” I lowered my tone a little, “you’ve got to give Michael a moment to get into the mood”. He looked dejected, so I suggested “maybe you could go and get us some G and V and a joint? We’ll be in the bathroom cleaning up”. Leading Michael into the main bathroom we didn’t see anyone else but could hear fucking noises from the living room and main bedroom. Michael quipped, “wow, and I thought you were high!” We started stripping, Michael revealing his hairy body bit by bit. I could tell he’d been sporty in his youth but was slowly letting being comfortable catch up on him. He caught my staring and slowly pulled off his briefs, revealing a thick cock and low hanging balls. I was gonna enjoy playing with them. He continued, “the way you were with that laddy, I thought you were gonna hit him on the nose with a rolled up newspaper – bad gay!” I burst out laughing as he made the motions and repeated “bad gay – no blowjobs for you!” and led him into the shower. The douche nozzle was reattached to the shower tube, so I held it up and looked at Michael quizzically. He shook his head, so I detached it and got the original showerhead back. Looks like Michael was just a top then. Andrew came in with three shot glasses and few lines and pills on a tray and laid them out on the washing machine. Talking to Michael, he said “Don said that you can have what’s there for 30 quid” and Michael nodded. Looking around, Andrew said “I’ve spent most of my weekend in this room”. As I lathered up Michael’s hairy ass crack, I mentioned “yeah our Andrew here is a bit of a piss play head”. Michael laughed and said “well I may have some of that for ya, ya little stud” and washing off the suds, he stepped out of the shower to use a random damp towel –at this point all of Pedro’s fresh towels were used up – in my opinion it’s not a good sex party unless it runs out of towels. With his tall hairy frame blocking my view of Andrew from the shower, Michael reached over and passed me a shot of G. We both said Sláinte after Andrew, and knocked back the foul stuff chasing it with our Irn Bru. Andrew approached Michael more tentatively now, and running his hand down his hairy chest, looked up and asked “may I?” Michael put his hands on Andrew’s shoulders and motioned him to move around with him and step into the far end of the bath in front of me. Pushing down on the red-head’s marble-pale shoulders he made him kneel facing him. I started jacking to my own private show as Michael tilted Andrew’s head back. Then taking his semi flaccid dick in his hand he aimed at Andrew and concentrated. Andrew, kneeling in the bath, was jacking himself as the first jet of golden liquid shot out at his face. Moving closer I watched as Andrew stuck out his tongue to catch as much of the now-steady stream of piss as he could. When his mouth filled Andrew swallowed and quickly opened for more, the splashes he missed running down his face and chest, down to his jacking cock. The sight of my beautiful friend revelling in this degrading act, was honestly… fucking hot! I concentrated as much as I could and tried to add to the piss stream, but the remnants of ecstasy were still pretty strong. Luckily Andrew didn’t notice cause I think if he’d been watching me, waiting, I think I’d have felt too much pressure. Relaxing and trying one last time I surprised myself with connecting with my pissing part of my brain, which slowly warmed up and after having a long-ecstasy-induced break, poured forth a surprisingly strong stream on Andrew’s face (it was surprising for him too as he wasn’t expecting it). Andrew turned to try to catch us both and revelled! I mean he revelled! He was spitting it back up, running it all over his body and even gargling and snorting our piss. Dude! I noticed he was really jacking furiously and looking down I just caught sight of him cumming against the side of the bath. He let out a groan and panted up at us delighted, and just in time as we both dribbled to a halt, all pissed out.

Previously… I shifted my attentions back to Kieran who had been watching the scene. We had a great rhythm going and I was bucking my self up and down on his meaty cock, happy to surrender to keeping that feeling of fullness in me. However Kieran saw the opening for Grant’s hungry ass and gave me puppy eyes… “Ah go on” I said, shaking my head in amusement and Kieran excitedly pulled out of me and moved along the bed to plunge himself back into Grant. Grant hadn’t been expecting anyone so soon and gasped as Kieran used Tomasz’s cum to lube his cock, thrusting all the way in. Pulling back out again to show me his cum covered cock, I whispered “nice!” and got myself off the bed, wondering who to fuck next. Right so… I walked out of the bedroom and looked into the kitchen. Finn was leaning against the opposite worktop talking to Don. They’d obviously just snorted something cause Finn was still rubbing his nose. I walked in and asked “can I get a bump of whatever you’re having lads?” Don looked around shiftily – the door to the living room was closed, but I could hear music thumping behind it, it sounded like Ray of light by Madonna… I smirked as I realised Pedro was probably in the living room. For such a butch guy, he had some seriously “interesting” music choice… Fuck it though – I’m all for mixing up gender roles and all that – I played with my sisters doll’s when I was a kid – granted though it was using them as voodoo dolls to put a spell on my teachers. I digress. Behind the music I thought I also heard fucking noises behind it. “Probably Kyle and Mac still at it”, I thought. Don motioned me over, “here Stu, cause Richard said you were the one to bring the little rape slut in, I would give you a bit of this MDMA, but don’t tell the others cause there isn’t enough to go around. But first you have to do something for us!” I was excited. More MDMA?! Yes please! My coke high from my last time in the kitchen had long since faded and my E-high was starting its inevitable descent since coming up with the lads in the master bedroom about an hour before. Speaking of time – I checked the clock – it was 4pm. I had five hours left at the sex-party. Time flies when you’re fucked up on drugs and shagging guys in a dimly-lit apartment… I wasn’t madly frantic or energetically sensuous – I was in a comfortable floaty state. Everything felt delicious – it was a good level of E-high – I had a bit more control than most of the guys in the apartment. I thought back to the sweaty tangle of heaving guys I left in the bedroom. Richard had become insatiable for cock like Andrew. JP and Kieran were way more affected than I by the same amount of pills and the kid was still tripping on those pills I gave him over four hours ago. I nodded at Don and asked “what do I have to do?” Don screwed a little baggy together of the white powder and told me to put it with my stash and led me into the living room. Inside sitting on the couch were Tomasz and Mac, and sitting on them were Kyle and Andrew. The former two were lying back in a wiped-out state smoking joints, the latter two were bobbing up and down doing all the work – lost in their own private fuck-reverie. I squatted in front of the two hungry bottoms, they both were facing me in reverse cowboy. I watched the still-hard cocks of Tomasz and Mac get swallowed and was watching the bobbing shaved taints of the two lads, both of them one-handedly holding their balls to the side. I put my nose up to Andrew’s slapping taint, and then Kyle’s. I piggily snorted up the smells of sex and again noticed some serious heat off of Kyle’s hole. I never figured out what cocktail of drugs he was on that turned his hole into heat source? He was into some really heavy stuff though, so, who knows? I felt Don’s hand on my shoulder guiding me back over to Pedro on the computer. “Chico!” Pedro greeted me, turning around in the swivel chair, “I need a favour…” Uh oh… “…there’s this guy coming over from Aberdeen” Oh shit… “He’ll be arriving in Buchanan soon and doesn’t know Glasgow that well”. Oh fuck! “He messaged me before he left to ask if someone would meet him at the station, and Richard said he’d do it, but he’s pretty fucked up now. I’d do it myself but I can’t find my phone, and so….” Don looked up at me beseechingly. I knew what was coming. Fuck! I guess I’d be working hard for that MDMA after all… Side-note: If you ever had to make a trip out to the real world in the middle of a DFO (drug-fuelled orgy) you’ll know there’s three things you’re constantly checking. These are – the immediate environment (where am I now?), the ticked off tasks (what have I done?) and the remaining tasks (what have I left to do?). If you just keep going through these three things in your head like a mantra, you’ll be able to manage. I was bolstered by the fact that I managed to get my shit together fairly quickly after Don came right out and asked me if I’d fetch this guy Michael from the station – being one of the more sober guests – I got my clothes from the bathroom. I drank a glass of water and took a bottle with me for the journey. I had the correct change for the bus fares in each jacket pocket. I hid my baggy in the spare bedroom near the rapidly decreasing ecstasy pile – I fished out the three remaining blueys and hid them too. I made sure I had no drugs on my person – a major cause for paranoia when outside and high. I had Michael’s number stored - it took a few tries and that was cause I kept saving it wrong as I already had a Michael X, a Michael London X, a Mick X, a Mike X and an M1 X and an M2 X on my phone. He was now down as Michael Pedro X. It took a little bit more effort to text him to tell him who I was and what I was wearing. Pedro had already shown me the blurry pic of the guy that he had sent through gaydar. He was a tall dark haired lad in his early thirties - quite handsome – with green eyes and a cheeky grin, and in the pic he was wearing stubble which suited him. There was also a cock pic which showed a very nice thick 7” dick, a bit veiny and a bit of his body too – a lot of dark hair and the beginnings of a paunch. I’m quite a fan of a little bit of love handles on a guy – more cushion for the pushin’ as they say! However when you get a pic like that I always check to see how recently the pic was taken – cause a lot can happen in five years. I checked myself again in the hall. All good to go. I checked my phone – 4.20 – I looked in longingly at the joints being passed around the living room – but no – I’d keep my (very) relative sobriety as much as possible. I waved at the lads at the computer and on the couch – Andrew managed to acknowledge me with a grunt in my general direction. Right so! Off I went… The bus journey to Buchanan was mercifully quick – not a lot of standing around at the bus stop, I had my change ready for the driver (thankfully not my ex-fling Gavin), kept my eyes down the entire time – I knew they’d still be massively dilated. When I got off the bus near the station, my mind was blissing out on the bright sunny day (a rarity in Glasgow) and watching it from inside the bus. I heard the driver call back “Buchanan!” Oh right! Time to get off. Where was I? Buchanan Station What had I done? Gotten the bus here to meet Michael What had I to do? Meet Michael at 5pm I was 10 minutes early and had to find a decent landmark to text to him. I eventually texted him that I was waiting opposite the ticket office in the coach station where there were a couple of seats. I started drinking my bottle of water while I looked down at myself – I was wearing the shirt and jeans I’d worn yesterday to go fuck Pedro and meet my landlords – Of course, having fucked through the entire night, it felt more like a week ago. The outfit had seen better days – and I was just glad that the shirt was a navy check-pattern which would hide my sweat stains. Fuck – I probably reeked of sex and sweat – I stole a glance to my left and right – there was noone sitting too close to me thankfully. I mentally kicked myself for not spraying myself with some sort of aftershave or something when I heard my phone beeping. Looking for it I saw a text message saying “are you the guy in the dark shirt smelling his pits? ” I laughed and looked up to see Michael towering over me. Michael was pretty tall – about 6’3” and was wearing a short-sleeved olive green shirt and jeans, filling them out very nicely. He had dark brown curly hair which was cut fairly short with tufts of darker chest hair visible at his open neck. His arms were thickly covered with bristly hair too and I already had photo evidence that this covered the rest of him. I smiled and stood up reaching out my hand to shake his. He took it and we awkwardly shook hands and then laughed. I always find it a bit weird as to what the etiquette is for publically meeting someone you’re hoping to fuck in a short while. A handshake? A hug? I smiled and asked “so did you have any problems on the journey down?” Michael nodded and replied “well I spent a lot of it worried cause I’d texted – Richard I think his name was, and he didn’t answer. So then I tried the other number – Pedro I think, and he didn’t answer” I motioned him to follow me toward the bus-stop and continued “ ah, so you spent most of the journey wondering if you had just wasted a journey?” He smiled, “exactly! I was really freaking out – thinking what the fuck was I gonna do in fuckin Glasgow on a Bank holiday Sunday?” I laughed and asked “and what were your back-up plans gonna be?” He chuckled, his green eyes lighting up – fuck – he was hot – and I’ve always had a soft spot for the accent up near Aberdeen. He asked “what do you think?” I laughed and answered “Pipeworks?” “Exactly!” The bus came and I checked the driver. Not Gavin – good, super crowded bus - bad. Paying bus fare with my other pocket of prepared change, I went back into “plan-execution” mode. Michael sat in beside me on the last available seats. Opposite us was a right Ned couple who were bickering and giving us the “one-over”. Michael started asking me about what was going on in the apartment already and looking at our dodgy company, I decided to answer him vaguely. “Well, the party’s properly kicked off. There’s a good few people there, though I don’t know how many of them you know well” “Oh, I’ve been ‘introduced’ to Pedro and Richard, the same way as I know you Discus” I looked down to see his right hand between our legs and felt his thumb tucked underneath begin to trace circles on my thigh. He whispered “your pics don’t do you justice mate” I smiled at that – ok so he’d seen our profile pics then. “Any others?” “I know a little bit about a guy called Mac – well actually make that a lot!” I chuckled at this – I’d seen the same pic. “Well there’s a few more – Kieran’s a lad up from Carlisle, just won some dancing competition – he’ll make sure to tell you that, repeatedly.” Michael laughed at that. “…Andrew and JP are from the North and knew eachother (I emphasised “knew”) pretty well before coming here. In fact Andrew knows a lot of the party people” “Oh a real s…” he looked over at the couple opposite, trying to follow our conversation, “a real social butterfly?” Michael interjected. “Exactly” I laughed. Michael changed tack then, “and I heard there’s going to be …um… a few choice delicacies served at the uh… dinner” I raised my eyebrows to this and Michael discretely tapped the side of his nose. Ah ok! “Yeah, there’s a.. uh.. gourmet chef there, Don, who’s brought a few different dishes over, um… have you any specific dietary requests?” Michael’s eyes were watering with suppressed laughter at this and I could see him biting his lip before replying “Oh I’m pretty well rounded – I like to try out a variety of food”. “Any problems with gluten?” “The stuff in flour? No I probably like my flour-based dishes a bit too well” His eyes twinkled and I smiled back at him – he was more worldly than me it seemed, though I’d heard before that a lot of the oil-riggers up north (which basically employed half of Aberdeen) were total coke fiends. “Not a vegetarian then?” “No, but I do like my greens” I suppressed a sigh thinking back to the joints I’d avoided in collecting him. I was gonna have a proper smoke-up when I got back. “… in fact” he continued, “I have a nice veggie dish prepared, if you wanna take a sample?” The bus pulled up to our stop and the last few traces of paranoia left – I’d fended them off successfully! My E-high was pretty much a gentle buzz at this point, but at least I wasn’t coming down either. Leaving the bus, the Neds gave us the same glowering look they were giving anyone who looked like they’d put a bit more effort into their day than putting on pyjamas to collect child support, so I guess our cover was intact. I overheard a comment “fucking poofters with their fuckin dinner parties”. Well… almost intact. As soon as we got out, Michael fished out a massive joint and raised his eyebrow to me. I looked around – it was nearly 6pm on a Sunday in the east end of Glasgow. We were fine! I nodded at him to light up and we started on the last five minutes to Pedro’s. As I inhaled the first puff of the joint I noticed this was some strong shit. I nearly coughed a lung up handing it back to Michael. “What the fuck is up with that green?” “It’s nearly all bud mate, I grow my own and sell the leaf and a bit of the bud to some mates, but this is my private supply” I’m no stranger to hydroponics as a gardener and had tried growing my own a few times – mostly back on Skye though, so it was a pleasure to talk to Michael about everything from the post-order companies to the best type of bat guano to use. Soon enough I realised we were just across the street from Pedro’s apartment, the joint only half-smoked. I indicated the building to Michael – He turned to me smiling “does Pedro drive a jeep?” I laughed and told him about Grant. He was intrigued at the chance to fuck a willingly bound 20 year old. We decided to go once around the block to finish the joint and to pick up likely supplies in one of the local newsagents. The weed reek off of us was really strong so I decided to pick the second closest one. Buying rolling papers, a lighter, Irn-bru and some Hula-hoops for Michael, I endured the “I know exactly what you’re up to” glare from the old Pakistani shopkeeper ringing up our order and headed out of the shop. A little way outside Michael showed me a Popstarz candy pacifier – where the bit you suck like a baby is hard boiled sugar stuck to a tacky plastic ring. “Did you nick that?” I asked. The huge lad snickered like a kid, and replied “ah it had fallen off of one of those girly teen magazines” “Dude we could be done for shoplifting!” My paranoia was back in full! He laughed and said “yeah, I get kinda light-fingered when high, but it was going to be thrown out anyways…” I looked at it, it was still wrapped in plastic. Michael continued “… and I thought you could use it cause you’ve obviously had a lot of ecstasy” Fuck! Was it that obvious? I smiled and shook my head as we entered Pedro’s apartment. Getting buzzed through I went for the lifts and asked Michael “I thought I was pretty on top of things out there no?” He smiled and said, “you were ok, but in the bus you were really obviously teeth-grinding, and your eyes are like saucers dude” Fuck! I hate learning that I’m obviously high. I guess we all do. I asked “What else did you notice about me?” He answered “well, you’re hot, and I’m hoping to fuck your ass, really soon, and hopefully a few more bottoms there too.” I smiled at this “That definitely can be arranged” and pulled him in for a kiss. His beefy arms wrapped me up and pushed me back against the elevator wall as his mouth crushed into mine. I ran my hand down his powerful back and watched myself massage his denim-covered ass in the mirrored elevator. His hands were in under my shirt and running up my smooth chest to my tweak my already swollen nipples. Reaching one hand down, he began to slip it underneath my jeans to find my crack. Just as his finger victoriously pushed through to press an inch into my still lubed hole, the elevator chimed our floor. Michael withdrew his hands, and breaking the kiss said “hmm definitely tasting ecstasy there, and have you guys been taking G?” We arrived at the apartment as Michael unwrapped the pacifier and tried running it over my lips. “Fuck off! Would ya?” I laughingly pushed him away. “Come on lad, game face on now!” The door was opened by Andrew in a towel. I looked at Michael looking at Andrew – the two of them were eyefucking in the doorway. Putting on a “lord of the manor” voice I interrupted “Andrew could you be a dear and round up a few bottoms for our guest? He’s said that he wants a selection?”