rough-one

Previously… Shuddering with E-soaked pleasure, I groaned, “fuck me till you cum, you beautiful fucker. Drain that dick in me. Mark me as yours”. Tomasz grinned his lopsided grin and ran his hand down my back to cradle my chin. He pursed his mouth a few times to work up some spit. I opened my mouth expectantly. Spitting straight into the back of my mouth, he answered “You’re mine”. Right so… As Tomasz started to work up his rhythm, I turned back to sucking Richard and watching Grant blow JP. The increasing thrusts messed up our game of copy-cat, but we didn’t mind. Being spit-roasted on E is something I think everyone should do once in their life, so when you’re much much older and it’s harder to get fucked, you’ll always have this beautiful memory. I’m lucky I can remember so much – unlike with drunken sex, I remember far more with pilled-up sex. I slowly scooted my knees closer to Grant and lowered my hand to find his straining cock – almost bursting out of his jockstrap. The kid, mouth full of JP’s cock, batted my hand away, I understood - any manual stimulation would have sent him over the edge. I ran my hand up and down Grant’s chest, it was a real education for me. Grant’s skin still hung loosely on him, even after a huge amount was removed, and it all had this stretched used-up quality to it. I remember thinking that he was lucky he was only twenty, so he had a chance to regain his elasticity. As I stroked his underside, he was squirming above my hand, eager for me to move on. I moved off of Richard’s dick and moved over to JP’s. Lapping at the mushroom cock with Grant, I manoeuvred my face in to kiss Grant fully on the lips. He pulled back from my kiss, but I pushed in further, trapping him in front of JP. Grabbing the back of his head I dove in, mashing my lips against his. He wriggled to try and get away from me but I persevered, shoving my tongue in, battling with his tongue, subduing him into my kiss. It struck me as odd, that the kid was wide open to being roughly fucked but yet I had to force a sensual kiss onto him. With every thrust from Tomasz I shoved my tongue back into his mouth, tasting him. The kid tasted of E and beer – a bit of Dutch courage before meeting us I guess. When I eventually broke off I looked him straight in the eye and said “you’ll kiss me when I want to Grant” and he shook his head with a smirk – when the kid smiled he shone – he had a proper model’s face. I shoved his head back to JP’s cock and pushed him down on it, choking him on the cock. When he started to retch I pulled him back off, “kiss me”, I ordered. The kid turned up to me, face wet with spit, eye’s glinting and shook his head again. Gripping his hair I shoved him back down on JP, watching his gag reflex kick in as JP hit the back of his throat. His gag reflex kicked in a second and then a third time. Holding him in position I said, “let see how long you can hold your breath gimp” and held him there a couple more seconds. Pulling the kid back again, this time gasping, I leaned in to kiss him. This time there was no resistance, he met my kiss and started hungrily kissing me back. The twisted little fucker was making me work! As Tomasz and Kieran continued fucking us, I continued to snog the face off of Grant. Richard shifted position to lay on his back and looked up at us, eager to join in a three-way snog. He was also grunting like us and when I looked back I saw JP had moved behind to fuck him across the top of the bed. As Richard got fucked into position under us, Grant and I took turns to snog him. I reached over a finger to his lubey back-entrance and slipped a fingertip in with JP’s cock. Richard groaned with this extra invasion. I pulled back my finger to trace down the base of JP’s cock and taint, and up to his hole. JP’s hole felt a little lubed and I remember being surprised and wondering who had fucked him, when I felt Tomasz’s cock stiffen in me. I quickly pulled myself off of him. Turning around to his bewildered face, I pointed at Grant’s hole and said “give the gimp your load, we need to fill him up”. I’d changed my mind about taking Tomasz’s seed. TO be honest I was still a little rattled by Andrew’s earlier talk and Grant obviously craved loads a lot more than me. Tomasz smiled at the idea of milking himself in Grant and tagged Kieran out. I brought the Cumbrian lad to stand in front of me while I cleaned his lube and ass-flavoured tool. Looking up at his sweat-shining body all I could think of was this interactive book of greek gods I had gotten from a relative as a kid, and how much Kieran looked like the illustration of Dionysus the god of wine from one of the pages. Oh, and as I later found out the god of orgies, although in this kid’s book it pretty much skipped over that point. When I was 13 or so I learned to jerk off to the pictures of the half naked gods in it (though we were just about to be the first family in the area to get internet and then that changed everything!) All this stuff was rushing through my head as I gazed up along Kieran’s fantastic body – I remembered the familiar thrill of looking at the book late at night and pleasuring myself. I guess that’s one thing I love about drug-fuelled sex, it can really make you strip away all the layers of bullshit you’ve built up over the years around how you get off, and can make you remember what it was like to be a horny 13 year old again, and that first tingle of sexual desire in seeing a half naked man on an underwear packet or in a book. Pulling my mouth off Kieran’s cock, I took a breath and told him “flex your muscles there ya sexy fucker!” Kieran smiled and started curling his biceps and looking to me for approval – I jacked myself and moaned to show my appreciation. Tapping into my 13-year old’s psyche I was getting off on this – my own private lap-dance and the dancer was fuckin ripped! With my free hand, I traced a grid pattern in the shallows between his pecs and abs and finished it running down his cum-gutter line to his hard bobbing cock. He had only a small square patch of pubes in front and I ran my fingers over this to grasp him fully by the cock. Jacking our cocks together I looked up to see Kieran bending down to draw me into a kiss. Kieran wasn’t a great kisser cause he was used to kissing girls I guess, so he was way too gentle for my tastes. As I lay back onto the bed, pulling him on top of me I hoped the same wouldn’t be true for his ability to fuck. I think I had gotten fucked by him on the K, I’m not sure, but this was my first lucid experience taking him that night. He pulled back to relube his cock while I positioned it at my hole. Then ducking down grinning to kiss me again, his sweat-soaked floppy dark hair poking me in the eye, he slid into me all in one thrust. Catching my breath I cursed him, this position and angle was not working for me at all and as open as I get – I rarely can take anyone all in one thrust. He laughed, saying “c’mon Stuart, take it like Grant over there!” I gave him a dark look and turned over to see that Tomasz was back up at that critical stage with Grant – slamming his rigid cock into him. “G’wan Tommy-boy, breed that fucking cum-dump slut!” I egged him on, all the while figuring out my own position with Kieran. The dancer was no slouch and tried a few athletic positions out on me, till we settled into what I call the X-position – where you’re facing eachother, legs out in front – crossing eachother and making the “X”. In this position the bottom has been sitting on top of the top’s cock but is now pulled back to a more level position to the top’s cock – the top thrusts more forward than up. It’s a great position when you’re looking for a slow comfortable fuck, and Kieran and I were at eye-level to eachother again (this time with me taking control of the kissing). The view is also part of the reason I love it and we spent quite a bit of time just looking down as he rocked his cock in and out of me. Hearing Tomasz’s quick indrawn breath I turned to see him freeze completely rigid as he deposited his load into the gimp’s hole. The lad was lost in climax for up to 20 seconds – only his jaw flexed till eventually he opened his eyes. At that moment JP and I cheered on cue, “well done ya mad bastard Tomasz!” JP added. Kieran went to fistbump Tomasz, but the Polish lad was way too out of it to notice. As Tomasz pulled out of the kid, I pulled his head over to mine and snogged him slowly. He grinned at me and I knew without saying anything that all was forgiven for me switching partners earlier. Tomasz rose up a little unsteadily off the bed and said “I’m gonna go find Kyle I think”. I asked him, “If Mac is up and active tell him he should take over where you finished” and looked down at Grant’s sloppy ass and back up at him. He gave me an exhausted smile and nodded. I shifted my attentions back to Kieran who had been watching the scene. We had a great rhythm going and I was bucking myself up and down on his meaty cock, while Kieran reached over to explore Grant’s cummy hole. The rhythm slowed down a bit and became more work for me. I looked back up to Kieran – he was fixated, staring at his fingers sliding in and out of Grant’s hungry ass. He turned back to me 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.

Previously… Not knowing what to expect I opened the kid’s chinos to see what I thought were two separate scars was actually one massive scar stretching horizontally across the top of his hips. It was still a faded red – maybe a year or two old? I looked up the kid’s chest, there was a weird bump under his solar plexus a little to the left and his nipples… His nipples were the weirdest of all to take in. They had a faded pink circular scar around the areoles and a line of scar stretching down from these for about 4 inches. This was not the chest and stomach of a normal 20 year old? I pulled out Don’s cock (which he’d shoved back into the kid’s mouth again. Don was obsessed with getting head) and then asked the kid “Ok gimp, answer me, what the fuck is up with these scars? Were you a chick?” Had I just set up a T-lad for a gang-raping? Right so… Now I should point out that I’m all for transgender rights. I wouldn’t have minded if there was an FTM lad in front of me, actually it would have kinda turned me on, especially if the bottom half was yet to transition – it’d be weirdly hot, like that Buck Angel pornstar. I’m all for putting my dick in as many different male holes as possible, whatever previously assigned gender of the hole. As my straight mate Mark used to say (to let me know he was drunk enough to fuck me), “any hole is a goal!” The kid was lying splayed out in front of us. I got this weird uncomfortable flash of us being like student doctors doing the round. I stroked his cheek reassuringly. He coughed and wiping his mouth with his one free hand, he said “I’m not a chick. I just had a lot of surgery”. I answered “I can see that lad, should we even be fucking you right now?” The kid replied “please… when I was in surgery it was just the thought of this that made me get through the pain and recovery”. Kieran, who was keeping the lad open with two fingers in his ass, chimed in now, a bit more bluntly, “what was wrong with you lad?” The kid could tell that the gang fuck was pretty much over at this point. He sat up a bit in bed, raised his ass off of Kieran’s hand and indicated to Don to free his right arm. When free the kid pointed at that weird bump near his solar plexus. “Feel this?” he asked and got us to rub our hands on the bump. Even Richard, Tomasz and JP joined in, breaking their DP out of curiosity. The kid continued “that’s the valve for my gastric band. I had one put in two years ago on my 18th birthday cause I was 24 stone.” When it was my turn to rub the bump again, knowing what it was made me shudder a little. This 20 yr old kid had been chopped up and had all kinds of foreign objects put into his body – and not in a sexy way. Running my fingers down to his smiling scar I looked up at him inquisitively. He smiled sorta sadly and said “yeah that’s what you get when you drop 14 stone in a couple of months; an apron of loose skin. There is no amount of vitamin E or special bio-oils that will help your body reabsorb that. It actually covered my dick. So I got a tummy tuck to cut off the extra skin. At the same time I got my nipples repositioned – my moobs meant my nipples were about 5 inches lower than they should be. They cut them out and reattached them further up the pec.” As the kid recited the surgeries he had done to him, we all just stared in mute horror. He went on about how his parents were fine with him being gay, but not with his choice of plastic surgery. He told us how the weight-loss had turned his diet and exercise regime around and flexing his muscles, he showed us his nicely developing biceps and pec muscles (under the scars). The sex-vibe was definitely busted in the room. However it wasn’t all bad as we all learned a lot and as myself, JP and Kieran relaxed into our last “coming-up” of the session, we even learned the kid’s name, It was “Grant”, a fairly posh name naturally – though I still thought he could have been a Tarquin or a Percival and just lying. Coming-up in a busted vibe room is an odd experience, as like all drugs, ecstasy can only enhance whatever mood is there. Still though, we had enough sex-vibes left that when Richard (like the pro he was) took charge of Grant, we were all able to get on board. All as one, we made the effort to recharge the sex-vibe and escape reality for a couple more hours. Richard told the kid that that was enough talking, and if he wanted a few loads, he better turn around and present his hole like the gang-bang bitch that he was. Don grabbed Tomasz’s red underwear and stretched it over Grant’s head, keeping a leg hole around his mouth area, so he could get back to sucking him. Kieran wanked himself hard again, looking at JP blow Richard and Tomasz coming round to me, feeding me his lubed-up cock. In no time Kieran was back up in Grant’s (now clothing-free) arse, being fed poppers by Richard and quickly speeding up to a pounding rhythm on the kid’s sloppy hole. Sitting on the end of the bed and cleaning Tomasz’s cock was a great way to keep an eye on the rest of the room. I was determined to be next in line for Grant’s hole. I watched as Kieran maintained his fuck-trance, slamfucking the poor kid’s hole. Meanwhile I was really getting into licking Richard’s juices off of Tomasz. He guided my head down his 7” cock, twisting me up around the head, to remind me how he liked it. I let him guide me and quickly his hand let me go when he realised I knew what I was doing. This style of giving head usually tires me out after a while, either from cheek ache, or a sore neck, so the ecstasy flooding through me was a god-send. It really helped me ignore all the building muscle aches and keep to my rhythm. As I sped up, diving down and twisting on the pull-back, Tomasz reached down under me and started probing my hole. After a bit of awkward fingering he pulled his cock out and smacked my right hip, indicating with a nod of his head that I should flip over onto my knees and present my “arzsch”. I looked up into his gray eyes. He looked over to my left, at Kieran punishing the kid’s hole, making the leg rope-restraints go taut with each pounding. Don was slamming the kid’s throat also, properly spit-roasting the poor fucker. Fuck yeah I wanted some of that. I rolled myself over to my left, now in doggy position side by side with the kid. As I did so I saw Don slam Grant’s head all the way down his cock and keep it there, choking the kid. Grant’s face started to turn red as Don’s body tensed up. In my drugged haze I zoomed in on Don’s face. Sweat was dripping down the Czech’s shaved head past his thin-lipped grimace as he blasted snorts of air out of his nose… and then he went limp. Grant’s head was almost purple at this point and as soon as he was released, he coughed and spluttered cum all over Don’s pubes. Nice! Don pulled fully out of the kid and saying something about supplies, left the room. While I leaned in to lick the remains of Don’s cum from the kid’s face, I also pulled off the red underwear. Grant was still gulping in breaths, recovering. Richard pulled his dick out of JP’s mouth and came over to offer me some poppers… Huffing up the amyl, I passed them to Grant who took them gratefully. He smiled at me (he really was a stunner – he could have been an elf in Lord of the Rings or something like that) and then laughed as Richard’s cock started butting my lips. I simultaneously was laughing cause I was seeing JP’s cock knocking at the kid’s lips too. While we both laughed, the lads shut us up sliding their cocks in, which made us chuckle even more and almost cough them out. All of this happened in the few seconds of the poppers rush, and suddenly I was staring deep into Grant’s eyes while blowing Richard, mentally projecting that I wanted to be blowing him. Grant, for his part, was giving me the same look. We blew our cocks almost in a game of one-up-man-ship. I slathered Richard’s head with my tongue, Grant slathered JP with his tongue and spat on the head. I spat on Richard’s head and tongued the spit around the head and down his banjo-string. Grant repeated the move on JP’s flared cock-head and spat on it again. As our follow-the-leader game of giving head was progressing up front, Kieran continued to pound the kid from behind, and Tomasz in contrast was leisurely fingering and rimming me. He alternated between two fingers, three fingers and then chowing into my hole, rasping his stubble right into the crack. I was in fucking heaven, Kyle was a lucky bastard to have such an attentive top boyfriend. I shoved my splayed hole back against his head, I wanted more and more of his tongue in me. He switched to his freshly relubed fingers and expertly found my prostate, I matched his finger-fuck tempo with ease, my hole itching for more filling. As he pulled back to switch once again to three fingers, I was surprised by instead feeling his cockhead rub up toward my widening pucker. I was ready for him though and he even waited as Richard, consummate orgy-connoisseur as he was, lowered the poppers to me for a recharge. No sooner had I taken two hits, when Tomasz spoke down to me, “Zschtuart, I wanted your hole when I firzscht zschaw you” and drove his cock-head into me. I felt every tiny bit of skin on skin contact as the poppers-rush coursed through me, his cock-head steadily pushing past my sphincter and then up through my gut to my prostate. He ground his cock in deliberately and slowly, letting me feel every inch till he bottomed out and grabbed my ass cheeks. I could feel his spongy cock head rub my prostate mound, then pull back to work my sphincter with his rigid shaft. I pulled off of Richard’s cock and turned my head to look up at him. Shuddering with E-soaked pleasure, I groaned, “fuck me till you cum, you beautiful fucker. Drain that dick in me. Mark me as yours”. Tomasz grinned his lopsided grin and ran his hand down my back to cradle my chin. He pursed his mouth a few times to work up some spit. I opened my mouth expectantly. Spitting straight into the back of my mouth, he answered “You’re mine”.

Previously… I started with “to the last major dose we’re taking this weekend boys!” and knocked back the pills with a swig. Andrew was up next and said “To the drugs being the only things in our bloodstream leaving here!” and knocked his back. JP then took the bottle and said “To boldly going to the Free Clinic, where many a slutty lad has gone before” and knocked his back. Kieran took the bottle last and proposed “lastly, to girlfriends who think you’re in Thurso for the weekend!” and downed his pills. “Now lets go rape a lad!” Right so... We filed out and headed into the bedroom, as JP opened the doors to System Of A Down’s song “Chop Suey” belting out. Don was still in control of the music it seemed. The scene was fucking sweet – Richard was being fucked beside the kid by Tomasz while Pedro was lucky-pierring Finn who was balls deep in the kid. Don was still feeding the kid his cock and nodded up at us as we came in. When I walked over to him I overheard him say “guess what kid, you’ve gonna get fucked by four more cocks. The kid turned to look at us, and grunted as Finn slammed into him. I looked into his eyes, black from dilation, well… at least he’d be having more fun now. I knelt down and battled with the kid for Don’s cock. Over and around it we locked lips and started passionately kissing. He was an energetic kisser and I could almost feel him thrumming with his E-high. Breaking off I spat in the young lad’s face and getting up I said, “I’ll go get in line to destroy your little hole gimp”. As I moved away I thought I could hear an almost inaudible “Thank you”. Queuing to fuck the rape fantasist behind Kieran, I started to playfully rub my dick against his ass-cheeks. He turned to look back at me over his broad shoulders, and said “whatcha upto Stuart?” I replied “just messing about Kieran, oh and here, tell Andrew up front if he wants Pedro to move, just start playing with his ass”. Sure enough when the message was passed on, it wasn’t long before Pedro was up and out of Finn, saying he needed to check on Mac and Kyle – What was it with Pedro and his ass? It took me a year (and a whole lot of mephedrone) before I could properly fuck him. Andrew moved up and after a little negotiation slipped in position between the kid and Finn. Meanwhile I put my waiting time to good use and knelt down to rim Kieran who was next in line. JP had decided he wanted more immediate gratification and scooted under Richard to see if he could DP him with Tomasz. Short answer: Yes, yes he could… and Richard loved it. Pulling apart Kieran’s muscular glutes, I reattacked his shaved hole. His pucker was cool – nice! I love starting on a cold hole and working it open and warming it up at the same time, I dunno why but I often prefer it to rimming a sloppy warmed-up hole. I immediately started grinding my jaw into his crack, pulling back to spit on his pink ring, and then diving in with my tongue held hard and rigid to work it apart. Casting my eyes up, over Kieran’s defined delts and lats, I saw his head thrown back in pleasure. It was tough to keep his ass-cheeks pulled apart because of their muscularity. Every time I nibbled on his pucker or lapped my tongue up his crack, Kieran would gasp in surprise and flex his ass involuntarily and it took sheer concentration and strength to keep his ass splayed. Guess his girlfriend wasn’t a rimmer… After an unknown period of ass-eating bliss (I tend to lose myself in a good rim), I heard Kieran telling me he was going to move. I pulled back from his now sloppy warmed-up hole. Finn was helping Andrew out of the kid, guiding him out of the bedroom, promising to power-fuck him like he did me. I knelt up on the side of the bed and helped Kieran shove his cock into the kid’s wrecked hole. Although in fairness, he didn’t need any help. My face felt weirdly hot (one of my many side effects from too much E and rimming) and so I decided I needed to cool down a little. I smacked Kieran playfully on the ass and said I’d be back to take over. Heading out I took a left into the kitchen to pour myself a drink. Inside I saw Andrew kneeling down in front of Pedro and Finn. Andrew was snorting coke off of Finn’s cock – the cheating bastard! After he specifically gave us that speech about doing no more serious drugs after… well I wasn’t sure when? But I had thought that the last dose we were all taking was about half an hour ago in the spare room. I saw a line on Pedro’s cock too, and kneeled in front of it, facing Andrew, asking “is it ok if I cut in on this line?” I heard Pedro answer above, “go for it chico – do you want it in your ass or your nose?” Looking at Andrew, he gave me an enigmatic smile, which I like to think meant “ok – you found me out, go on and take that line” but later Andrew said he was so high at that time, he was having a hard time just concentrating on not seeing two of me, let alone processing what I was saying over the coke-rush roaring through him. I thought about the gimp’s ass waiting for me, and answered Pedro, “I’ll snort this one papi, but I’ll be back to take your cock again” and in drug-fuelled honesty I started blabbing about how the size and shape of Pedro’s cock, especially the slight curve to the left, just made his fuckstick the perfect tool for hitting my prostate and bringing me to unheard-of levels… Pedro shoved his cock under my nose, diplomatically telling me to shut up and take my nose candy. Man I’m such a fucking blabbermouth when high, a cock is the quickest way to shut me up. Luckily I’ve never heard anything bad about what I’ve been saying – just that I’d repeated myself a lot. Considering the types of coke-fiends out there, I’ve made my peace with it – it’s not like I’m a know-it-all arrogant prat or a super-paranoid twitcher. I held Pedro’s cock still and snorted the very generous line that ran along his erect 9 incher. It was really two lines considering Pedro’s size. Squeezing my nose and snuffling I stood up, shook my head a few times, then as the rush came on I beamed at the other two lads and moved in for a three-way kiss. Finn spat into my mouth and licked it out and said “I can taste the coke you snorted”. I grunted as the buzz started to kick in. Holding onto Pedro’s shoulders for support I rode the rush of it while feeling my cock get warm and wet. Looking down I saw Andrew working the three of us in turn. I leant my head back and just lost myself in his tongue bath, his fine-honed skills creating first the perfect pressure, before slipping enveloping my head. Andrew didn’t give sloppy head, he kept as much of his spit contained as possible, which meant that his blowjobs always felt a little more intense to me. Still, even though it was a fantastic feeling I kept thinking back to how that kid’s sloppy pounded ass would feel. After Andrew moved over to Pedro, I made my excuses and went back to the main bedroom. Back in the main bedroom Kieran had started a decent rhythm fucking the kid’s rosy ass. I got up on the bed to the left side of the kid beside Don. Pulling him in for a gurning kiss I looked down at the kid’s head techniques. Totally different to Andrew – the kids was leaving his spit all over Don’s tattooed cock. I had an idea and signalled Don to turn around. Then, grabbing the kid by his hair, I shoved his head in to rim the Czech’s ass. Ass-eating by proxy I guess! While there, I decided I’d help the little victim get off. With my other hand I reached under the kid’s prone body to stroke down his soft skin, down his chest and belly, to his chino belt. His skin was really odd feeling, thin and dry. I unbuttoned his shirt and heard some grunting from the kid, muffled by Don’s ass-cheeks. “Lugh muh shuffin” or something like that. I shoved his face harder into Don’s crack, too late for him to start giving orders now! Pulling his shirt open and up towards his shoulders I noticed a serious amount of stretch-marks on his side, like tiger stripes and the beginning of a weird scar on his stomach mostly covered by his waistband. What the fuck? Pulling the kid out of Don’s hole, I got the latter’s help in freeing the kid’s left arm and flipping him over. Kieran disgruntledly pulled out and watched and waited. The kid’s eyes were full of fear as we took in the sight of his chest and stomach. The kid had weirdly papery skin that puckered loosely and at odds with the typical crease patterns you’d expect. The whole stomach was criss-crossed with massive stretch marks and then there were the beginnings of these massive scars sticking out of his waistband. Not knowing what to expect I opened the kid’s chino’s to see what I thought were two separate scars was actually one massive scar stretching horizontally across the top of his hips. It was still a faded red – maybe a year or two old? I looked up the kid’s chest, there was a weird bump under his solar plexus a little to the left and his nipples… His nipples were the weirdest of all to take in. They had a faded pink circular scar around the areoles and a line of scar stretching down from these for about 4 inches. This was not the chest and stomach of a normal 20 year old? I pulled out Don’s cock (which he’d shoved back into the kid’s mouth again. Don was obsessed with getting head) and then asked the kid “Ok gimp, answer me, what the fuck is up with these scars? Were you a chick?” Had I just set up a T-lad for a gang-raping?

Previously… As I left the bedroom I walked into the hall almost straight into Richard and Finn who were listening just outside. Finn smiled and said, “nice performace Stuart, Richard was telling me all about the lad”. I replied, “well he’s all yours for the moment. Run a train on him if you like, I’ve gotta have a shower” and turned to the bathroom. Richard and Finn slipped in to the master bedroom, music blaring as they opened the door – Trent Reznor singing “I wanna fuck you like an animal”. My last view was of Pedro walking over to Don to get blown. Meanwhile Don was slapping his cock off the kids face before shoving it back in and all the while Tomasz was pounding away at the bound fucker’s hole, with the lads filing in to wait behind him. Good times! Right so… In the bathroom I saw Andrew lying in the bath smoking a joint. The bath was empty, but he was wet, with a puddle of liquid cooling on his stomach. JP and Kieran were nowhere to be seen. “Where are the lads?” I asked as I reached out for the joint. The smell of the weed almost covered the stink of piss... almost. He passed it over and laughed “Irn Bru and food run, the lads had nothing left to piss into me. What have you been up to?” I laughed and told him about Pedro and Finn fucking me, the couple and the rape fantasy lad. As Andrew and I went way back, and with the amount of coke and E we’d both guzzled, I was quickly talking him through all the thoughts that were going on in my head while I dominated the kid. “I was sure I would break character or something” I laughed and added “also I don’t think the kid was expecting us to destroy his clothes”. Andrew shook his head when I asked him if he wanted to see if he could still top the kid next door and added “it’s not that I don’t mind rape fantasy, I love it, but it’s not me being raped here is it?” I laughed at that and passed him back the spliff and said “why not go in and have a look at it. I’ll need to use the shower lad” Andrew harrumphed and set the joint aside and stood up beside me. “Guess I should take one too then” and leaned over to pull my jeans off. I stopped him and said “Andrew – my cock is filthy” and with that he turned away and theatrically put his hand over his eyes and said “you’ve a minute to scrub it, then I’m joining you”. I dropped all Mac’s clothes in a pile away from the bath and stepped in beside Andrew. I quickly washed the blood off and noticing the plaster on my arm I yanked that off too – wouldn’t want Andrew freaking out about that! After making sure my cock was completely clean again I tapped him on his shoulders and he stepped in under the spray with me. My ecstasy-high had subsided a little but the shower water sloughing off the sweat and lube and blood had reenergised me – also I think it’s something to do with the shower’s heat constricting your blood vessels or something – like the way you get more drunk when you step out into cold air – I dunno, but it feels fuckin tops anyways. Running my hands through Andrew’s wavy auburn hair, my over-blown compliment mode came back in full. “Dude have I ever mentioned what killer fucking cheekbones you have? You’re so fucking beautiful!” Andrew laughed and gave as good as he got. “Stuart, you’re so cheerful all the time, you’re amazing. Also that cock is amazing, I love taking you raw every week...” I leant in and we kissed eachother slow and meaningfully as the shower spray hit our upturned faces. I broke off for air and with a sly grin said “you’ve taken more than a few lads raw today and last night mister”. Andrew shrugged and said “Yeah, JP and Kieran and I had a long conversation about that…” I interrupted, “between the piss fucking and video-gaming?” Andrew laughed and continued “yeah …we’re gonna head to the clinic tomorrow for 2 pm for that PEP stuff. The stuff they give you after possible exposure to HIV. I think you should come too” This jolted me back down to earth and my ecstasy high seemed to fade a little. Andrew went on “this means finishing up here about 9pm tonight or so, we can all head back to mine if you like, cause none of us will be able to sleep, but no more uppers after 9pm – I don’t want to be high or paranoid going into the clinic. Elyas will be homeso don’t get too messy, or just keep your messiness in my room…” Elyas was his Lithuanian flatmate who was a graphic designer or something – cute guy, but always talking about work and how busy he was. I thought about what Andrew said. It gave me a time limit, it was around 2pm now, so 9pm seemed ages away. While we snogged in the showers, Andrew let loose a steady stream of piss from his ass. “You dirty bastard” I laughed, “I might have some piss for you in a second, wait, let me refill the tank” and leant back to swallow the shower water. Andrew smiled and said “I’ll take you up on that in a bit, and you’re one to talk about being a dirty bastard! That’s why you and me can’t go out. I dunno if you remember all the screwed-up shit you did while high on K early this morning …” My ears had perked up at his remark on our possibility of dating and I stopped listening for a bit. I hadn’t thought Andrew had even ever fully considered us two as an item. He went on, “… we’re both too alike. We’d end up hating eachother.” I tried to process this as much as I could, high as I was on E, weed and the lingering effects of coke. Holding Andrew’s shoulders in the shower and staring into his eyes, I said, “I’ve thought about us becoming an item too, cause I do really like you, and you’re hot, and I thought that with your sexual appetite, we could both easily play around and not be jealous… but I dunno, I’ve seen the way you act when someone else is fucking a guy you like” Andrew laughed at that. “Yeah JP told me I gave him an evil look when he started fucking you here in the bath” I laughed as I stepped out of the shower. “I actually thought you gave me an evil look when I started kissing JP on the bed”. Andrew smiled at the memory as I passed him a towel, and then shook his head. “I guess I don’t like sharing – being an only child and all that – oh and Stuart you really got wasted after kissing JP, hmm… actually I wonder if the double-ended dildo is still under the bed?”. “The what?” Andrew grinned mischievously at me and then beckoned me out of the bathroom to the hall. We passed by the open-living room door to see Mac jacking his rigid cock to some porn on the computer. I leaned in, “hey Mac?”. He looked up with bloodshot eyes, the dude had really overdone whatever drugs he was on. “Hey Stuart. Hey Andrew. Um - where is everyone?” I went over and helped him stand up. “Dude no sense letting that hard-on go to waste” I knelt down and started lapping at his bottle cock. Soon I felt pressure beside me and Andrew was battling with me for Mac’s tree-root of a cock. We were both a little dehydrated still from the E, so our spit was pretty sticky, sour and more than a bit lubey. This lube was perfect as our two mouths joined to make a sticky fuckhole for Mac. He was a bit too much to take all alone, so it was a joy to share him with Andrew. I heard a noise from the hall and saw Kyle standing in the doorway, back in his red jockstrap and rubbing his poking-out cock – he still looked like a right Ned – a “non-employed delinquent” – our Scottish version of the Chav. I pulled off of Mac and let Andrew take over. Beckoning Kyle over, I said to Kyle “Kyle, this is Mac”. I bent down to swallow all of Kyle’s 5” cock, down to the raspy fabric of the jockstrap and up again. Then I said, “Mac, this is Kyle” and with that I scooted around Kyle to rim him, while he and Mac kissed. Pulling apart Kyle’s bubble butt was a joy and rimming his hot sloppy hole was heaven. The heat coming from between his ass-cheeks was intense. Andrew was trying to fit both cocks in his mouth, but the size difference was much bigger than between Kyle and his bf’s, with the result that Kyle kept getting edged out. After a few minutes I pulled Andrew back and joked “let nature take its course dude”. Sure enough, shortly after we pulled back from the two, Kyle turned himself round and presented. Mac wasted no time in shoving his baby-arm cock into Kyle, and we snogged the both of them before stepping back to watch for a while. All their movements were as if they were on a slow video playback. Kyle’s ass steadily engulfed the entirety of Mac’s cock. It was poetry in motion, in slow slow motion. I found a half-smoked joint in an ashtray in the living room and relit it. Andrew got us two pint glasses of water from the kitchen. Passing the joint to Andrew, who took a while, cause he seemed to be wondering whether to first try to jack himself watching the slow-fucking pair, feed them poppers, drink his water or accept the joint. Anyways he rebooted himself and I eventually got into the computer chair. I looked up the rape fantasist’s conversation from the gaydar chatroom. I found the private-chat window still open with the exchange we’d had with him a few hours back and scanned it for any mention of drugs – nothing – oh fuck, that’s not good! Just some mention about being really open to being used in different ways. Andrew beckoned me over “dude, I can’t jack to this, let’s go” and so we left the pair at it. “Let nature take its course – Pfft” Andrew joked. “You know what I mean man – they’re both on a much spacier high than you or me. We were getting bored back there”. Andrew nodded and said “kinda like you earlier so?” I turned to him as we entered the spare bedroom “ok ok, what exactly did I do?” Andrew got down on all fours and was looking under the bed, I grabbed my cock and started sliding it down his crack – I thought I knew an invitation when I saw one… However Andrew just laughed as he came back up, slapping my cock away, holding in his hand the biggest wobbliest dildo I’d ever seen. I then realised it was a flesh-coloured double-ended dildo, so I relaxed – not all of it was meant to fit up one man. “This!” He exclaimed, “this is what you did this morning, with me and Mac and a few others…” Suddenly images came back to me. Like snap-shots. Really weird fucking snap-shots. I was on all fours a lot. “Um… did I um… make some noises?” Andrew nodded, and …woofed. Oh fuck! Oh fuck no… Andrew saw my shock and started laughing, “ah here now Stuart, don’t worry about it. We all thought it was hilarious. You came down to this bedroom where you found this here dildo in Pedro’s drawers. You then spent the next hour trying to get people to share it with you” I looked at the giant dildo – easily 20 inches long – and looked back to Andrew incredulous. He continued “..but the thing is, as soon as Kieran or JP or I joined you and shoved the thing in us you’d pull it out of yourself and point at us and woof for some reason and scamper around the room.” I replied “Um, I remembered thinking you guys had grown tails, so I must have thought you were dogs or something??” Andrew laughed, “dude… you were tripping balls on Ketamine, no apologies needed, though eventually I think someone brought you back to the master bedroom where they left you to calm down a bit”. I was about to delve further into just how embarrassing I’d acted, when we both heard sharp staccato knock from the door. Andrew jumped up and said “that’ll be the lads – I told them to knock and not use the bell”. Grabbing a pair of towels from the floor, I slipped one around my waist and threw the other to Andrew. Edging open the door I saw it was JP and Kieran. The two rushed inside, looking behind them and followed us into the living room. They waved at Kyle and Mac, who waved back. We introduced Kieran to Kyle, but Kyle was a bit distracted. The guys laid the shopping bags down on the coffee table and sat with us on the sofa. “What was that about lads?” Andrew asked. JP answered “there’s this security–lad who followed us all the way from the Boots to the crossroads back there, I’m sure he was following us” Kieran added “Yeah the guy was built, even bigger than me, and kept giving us the stink-eye” JP “it’s not like we were shoplifting or anything?” I looked over the bags they’d brought with them as the boys changed back to being naked. There was a Boots bag and two Tesco bags. In the Tesco bags there were a tonne of chocolate bars, a box of PG tips teabags, a litre of milk, two rolls of chocolate digestives, two tubes of green Pringles and three bottles of Irn-Bru. Nice! I grabbed a Wispa and upended the Boots bag – in it was two tubes of lube, a bottle of mouthwash and henna hair dye. JP rechecked the receipts as Andrew quickly grabbed the last item. I nearly spluttered out all my Wispa. “Um… care to explain Andrew?” I asked. He smiled at JP, “thanks for remembering man”. I clicked my fingers to get Andrew’s attention. “Um, seriously dude what’s going on – you’re not a natural red-head?” Andrew rolled his eyes and sighed. “Sorry to burst your bubble Stuart, but actually I’m kinda a drab mousy brown – kinda like your hair colour… (Ouch Andrew! That was below the belt! And I’m a dirty blond thank you very much). He continued “…and you know piss does a terrible number on hair-dye.” I mumbled “oh.. Right so…” There’s not really comeback to that is there? I looked back down at my Wispa. I’d felt like I’d been eating it for ages, but in fact I was still on my first bite and just moving the chocolate around in my mouth. Uppers and food… Not a great combo. I addressed the guys. “So do you think that security guy saw you enter this building?” JP answered, “nah I think we gave him the slip, we hid behind this giant Edinburgh Pride jeep that was parked right outside the maindoor” I nearly choked on my Wispa (ok at this point I put that fucking choking hazard down). I coughed and once I’d got my breath back, said, “I think I might know the owner of that jeep…” I spent the next few minutes catching the guys up on the rape fantasist in the master bedroom. JP was fascinated but Kieran was a bit put-off. We were all startled when we heard a voice from behind us. It was Kyle still bent over and slowly grinding back doggy-style onto Mac. The slow slapping of their drug-zombie fuck had faded into background noise for us all. He addressed Kieran saying “it’s all fine lad, I’ve tried the rape fantasy thing before and if he has a safe word he’ll use it. You should all go fuck him and slap him silly. They love being the centre of a gang-bang and more importantly the centre of attention. The more cocks the better”. JP and Kieran raised their eyebrows at that and stood up to head over. Andrew and I stood up too and directed the guys toward the spare bedroom first. Just as I was leaving the living room I grabbed a bottle of Irn Bru when I heard Kyle pipe up again, “here, pass us that Wispa if you’re not gonna finish it Stu, and put on the kettle for a cuppa” Following on from my tasks I headed into the spare bedroom to see the lads all holding the giant double-ender and looking at me expectantly. “Oh fuck all of you guys!” I rejoined. They burst out in a chorus of woofing. I grabbed the slippery thing and chucked it across the bed. I shook my head and muttered “ye’re a shower of bastards the lot of ye!” as the guys broke into laughter. JP wiped tears from his eyes, and snickered, “sorry Stuart, we couldn’t help ourselves, and you have to admit it was pretty funny”. I sarcastically replied, “yes yes, you’re very droll, well done”, and as I walked over to the windowsill and looked for the pile of pills – at this point my blue angels, Kieran’s ghosties and Don’s and Pedro’s piles were all mixed up. I figured there was enough to go around and grabbed a handful. Although nowadays I wouldn’t advise this with a new group - I’ve gotten into trouble with my slapdash approach to drugs in the past – gotta be very careful whose drugs you help yourself to… There’s this French couple in Amsterdam, who still think I was trying to lift all their coke. I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar (or at least chopping up a line of coke) and sure I had the money with me to pay them for the lines I was taking. I tried to explain that I was going to tell them, but the vibe was ruined for the rest of the session. In the spare bedroom I passed two pills each to the guys, Andrew related to the others that I’d agreed to join them in leaving and going to the clinic tomorrow. Then taking the bottle of Irn Bru, I suggested we each make a toast. I started with “to the last major dose we’re taking this weekend boys!” and knocked back the pills with a swig. Andrew was up next and said “To the drugs being the only things in our bloodstream leaving here!” and knocked his back. JP then took the bottle and said “To boldly going to the Free Clinic, where many a slutty lad has gone before” and knocked his back. Kieran took the bottle last and proposed “lastly, to girlfriends who think you’re in Thurso for the weekend!” and downed his pills. “Now lets go rape a lad!”

Previously… Part of me wanted nothing more than to be lucky-Pierre’d by the two rough bastard friends of Don, with him directing the action, but I’d just had a thorough fucking by Finn and needed a longer break. While my body was on board for more fucking, my brain was over-stimulated. I pulled out of Kyle and Tomasz and got off the bed. “Sorry lads,” I started, “it’s my fucking brain – it’s going at 200 miles a minute here… look, just gimme a bit of a breather and I’ll be the meat in your sandwich I promise!” I looked up. Don and the lads were looking disappointed I could tell, and just, as if on cue, just then the doorbell rang… Right so… I looked over at Richard, who was still shoving Finn’s face into his ass. He had looked up when the doorbell rang and nodded over at me. Acknowledging him, I looked back to the three horned up lads (well – two horned up lads and Don, who had cum a few minutes before, but was already getting semi-hard again). “Perfect timing lads,” I said, holding up a finger, “you’re gonna wanna get dressed and follow me”. Pointing over at Richard, I added “ask him for details”. I looked around myself and saw a pile of clothes that the lads didn’t seem to own. It turned out they were Mac’s and fit me terribly – Mac was a good couple of inches taller than me and according to Pedro, currently asleep on the couch in the living room. But I couldn’t remember where my clothes were – the main bathroom? So, needs must, and I painfully shoved on the jeans over my rigid bloody erection – wait …bloody? I looked down at the dark red on my cock and then over at Kyle. Motioning him over as I got Mac’s oversized grey-striped woollen jumper on (yeah real school-teacher-chic) I said to him, “dude – there’s fucking blood all over my cock!” His response was (for me at the time) so bizarrely super-chill. “Ah yeah mate, Don said he nicked my hole while fisting me, I’ll go clean up again so” and he tottered off to the en-suite. Tilting my head in amazement, looking at the retreating form of the happy-go-lucky lad who just discovered his ass was torn up in a bareback sex-party, I blinked, shook my head a bit and then slipped on Mac’s giant slip-ons and scrambled out to the hall just as the doorbell went again. Opening the door I looked out to see brightness streaming in from the hall windows, and silhouetted against this was a lad of maybe 19/20, holding a bag, in trendy blue shirt and chinos. Fucking chinos! I shielded my eyes to get a better look at him. Floppy blonde hair, still a bit wet it seemed – he must have showered recently – good! – pretty blue eyes, tan skin and cheekbones that’d make Andrew jealous. “You GP20somthin?” I asked. He nodded a bit timidly. “Get in here boy!” I barked as I grabbed him by his Tommy fucking Hilfiger shirt. Ok at this point I should mention I immediately got into role. I once before acted out a rape fantasy for a guy, whose only complaint was that we had chatted for too long and I even got through a whole cup of tea before getting into my role. It made it less believable for him. Fair enough. This time I was ready. Closing the door, I looked the lad up and down. Skinny, pretty twink college boy. I was only a couple of years older than him, but at his age I hadn’t ever been to a sex party, I was still all hung up on relationships and one-on-one sex and all that shit. It took me a few years to find my (sleazy) feet. Still, I guess this kid was an early learner. I probably looked older with Mac’s horrible clothes on me too. The kid’s body language was completely submissive. Right so… “You got a safe word?” He shook his head, looking down at the floor. “You sure? Cause we’re gonna do what we like otherwise” He nodded. “You got a name?” He shook his head again “I’ll call you gimp then” (Pulp Fiction was still a relevant pop culture reference at the time) “What’s in the bag?” I snapped. No response. I yanked the bag from his grip. I unzipped it and emptied it on the floor. In it was a change of clothes, a small buttplug, two lengths of rope, lube and condoms. “On your knees boy” He knelt down and started to stroke my cock through the jeans. I smacked his hand away. I grabbed his still-damp hair and pulled his head back to look at me. “Did I tell you to do that, gimp?” He shook his head. I heard movement and looked out to see JP and Pedro looking out from the bathroom door, and Tomasz looking from the spare-bedroom door, vest and underwear on again. I saw the twink take in the onlookers. “Oy! Gimp” He looked back up. “Eyes on me!” I spat in his face. He grimaced and backed away. I gripped his blond hair tighter. “Hey what the fuck do you think you’re doing gimp?” I bent over and shoved his head down to my shoes – Mac’s battered pair of black leather slip-ons. Looking at Pedro, I raised my voice so the bathroom crowd could hear me to get up to date with what was going on. “You think you can flirt with us online, saying you’ve a fucking rape fantasy, and then back away when I start spitting on you?” I shoved his face into my shoes. “I don’t fucking think so” Mushing his face into my shoes, I whispered in his ear “lick my fucking shoes, you little bitch!” The boy started to lick the left shoe, little dabs at first – I tightened my grip painfully and shouted “get into it boy! Polish my fucking loafers” He whimpered – the first noise out of him – and then started tonguing my shoes proper. When he had lathered the grimy shoes completely, I turned his head to the clutter on the floor. I’d thought of a witty quip for him and the lads, and was bursting to say it. “Gimp, I’m gonna be plain with you. You can only pick up one of those things off the floor for us to use” His hand went slowly toward the condoms. I raised my foot over his hand and looked at him. I was reasonably sure he knew that we were fucking bareback at the party… reasonably sure… Oh yeah – didn’t he have “no safe sex” listed on his profile or some shit? He pulled his hand back and went toward the lube. I moved my foot to hover over his hand again. Rapists don’t stop to ask if you need lube for fuck’s sake. He pulled it back. He slowly moved his hand over the buttplug, I kicked it further down the hall. “Try again gimp!” I barked, shaking his head with my fistful of hair. He tentatively moved his hand to the lengths of rope. “Good boy” I rumbled, and straightened up, pulling him up with me. I turned to push him past me down the hall to the main bedroom. As we passed Pedro, I made eye contact and pointed to the kid and the main bedroom. Pedro nodded and smiled. At this point I should mention, while I’m all for role-playing, (love it – from D&D to hardcore fantasies) I should also add that I’m not that into the really heavy BDSM. I love a good spanking, and bondage can be fun, but I don’t like actually hurting people, but I thought I’d try out my own boundaries with this kid, and fuck it, it was a new hole and cock. The kid walked into the master bedroom ahead of me. The sheets were still wet from the Ketamine orgy earlier. He sniffed a little and looked around at the stains on the sheets, the drawn Venetian blinds, the piles of clothes in the corner, the bottles of poppers and lube on both side-dressers, taking it all in. The room reeked of cum and poppers. I noticed him looking at some powder left on one of the dressers – the remainder of someone’s line. “You noticed the coke I see. Maybe if you’re a good boy, we’ll let you get a little fucked up, would you like that gimp?” The boy shook his head, eyes wide. I couldn’t remember whether we’d discussed drugs with him or not? Don, Pedro and Tomasz filed into the room. Pedro had put on leather shorts and black boots now and Don was in his biker leather pants and leather jacket. I walked up to the kid. He was looking fearfully around the room. “You ready to get fucked Gimp-boy?” I shoved him back onto the bed. He dropped the rope and scooted up the bed away from me, looking at the lads, the bedroom door, the windows – checking his exits. I slipped off my damp shoes and looked back at the lads, “Alright boys, will we grab im??” We all rushed the bed. Tomasz went for the right side, Don and Pedro for the front, and I went around to the left. The kid started struggling as soon as we grabbed him. I picked up a length of rope and while the lads held him down I managed to tie his right arm to the left support of the headboard. This had him on his back and he was squirming like fuck to get out of this position, much more so than a few moments before, I gave him some slack and he twisted over to grab at the rope with his left arm. Ok. I saw what he was getting at. Didn’t want to get fucked on his back for some reason. There are ways a passive can subtly shape a rape fantasy I guess. I “grabbed” his arm and tied his left arm to the support-post as well as the other guys turned him onto his stomach. Going down to his legs I grabbed the other length of rope and looped it under the bed – it was long enough – kid knew his stuff – and tied both of his legs apart. The lads relaxed and pulled off of him. I then realised the kid was still wearing clothes – shite! – how do we get these past the ropes? I asked Pedro if he had a scissors, and the kid started to say something. I went up to him and whispered in his ear, “last chance for a safe word kid”, The kid glared at me and said nothing. At this point I was getting a bit worried the kid was deaf or something, but fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. Pedro came back and passed me a scissors and two pills (good thinking Pedro!) and whispered in my ear “no fucking cutting the kid, chico. I whispered back “papi – do you wanna take over, this shit seems pretty hardcore to me”. He smiled and shook his head and replied “Nah chico, you’re doing great, keep it going”. He pulled me in for a deep sloppy kiss. “You even taste filthy”, he grunted in approval. Encouraged by this, I turned back to the kid, making eye contact with Don. He and Tomasz were standing in front of the kid’s face on the left side of the bed. I’m guessing Czech-Polish diplomatic relations were pretty good. The drug-dealer was currently licking the side of Tomasz’s neck and had his hands in the Pole’s underwear, jacking him hard again inches from the kid’s upturned face. “Gimp!” The kid turned his head back as much as he could to look at me. “You’re gonna answer me now or I’ll get Don there to beat the living shit out of ya. I aint getting in trouble for your pathetic Daddy-didn’t-love-me fantasy shite – so your safe-word is fucking Red. Do you understand?” We waited. Nothing from the kid… then eventually a meek little “yes” – though it sounded more like “yars”. The state of the kid’s diction! – someone paid good money for this kid’s “Queen’s English”. This kid probably was just out of some boarding school. Probably explains the rape fetish actually… I seized the opportunity and clambered up on the bed between his splayed legs. “Oh Yars? Yars is it milord? Are you a lil fucking toff lad coming up to Glasgow to fucking slum it with us? You think you’re fucking better than us?” I grabbed his chino’s and he started squirming. I motioned for the lads to pile on him again. “You know what we do to little prig-nose snobs like you here don’t ya?” I grabbed a loose fold of his chinos and trying to balance being careful with being forceful, I started to cut out a hole in the arse of his chinos. The kid started fucking going mental then as I slowly exposed his arse. Through the growing hole I could see he was wearing a faded white jockstrap. I felt around the front of it - he was tenting with a leaking 7” cock– it took all my concentration not to nick him as I finished exposing his tan quivering arse to the world. I put the scissors to the side and slapped his ass stingingly. “Would ya fucking stop squirming kid” I followed this with five more solid whacks – each leaving handprints – I eventually stopped cause my hand was stinging. I noticed his now-red ass cheeks had fuckloads of white stretch marks. I spat on my finger and started to search for his hole, but it was made difficult by his constant bucking and thrashing that the guys were having trouble containing. When I eventually got to his hole I noticed that the hole was loose and leathery – even though he was straining to keep it closed against me – shit was damaged! The boy had seen some serious use. He managed to twist my finger awkwardly as I dipped it in his hot dry hole. Fuck this shit! I held my finger in my other hand – just a minor strain. I had not fucking signed up to get an injury from some poncy toff’s rape fantasy! Fuming, I moved up to the kid’s head and pulled off the horrible grey jumper. With my sore hand I grabbed a fistful of his hair again and pulled his head back to look up at me. Looking straight in his eyes I slapped the fucker straight across the face and then backhanded him – two stinging whacks, powered by my rage. I spat in his red, screwed-up face. “You fucking like that? Ya little fuck! Your arse is ours now gimp, and no amount of squirming is gonna stop us taking it! Ok?” I made his head nod for me. Then with one hand I unbuttoned the ill-fitting jeans, “so here’s your next choice kid”, I pulled down the zip of Mac’s jeans and fished my cock out. I saw the kid’s eyes widen at the sight and smell of the filthy blood-covered cock. I pulled his head right up to it to get a good smell. My cock was fucking hard! I guess I was getting off more on this than I thought. “You can either stay still, and let the cleaner boys here fuck you, or I can give it a go without showering first? What’s it gonna be?” I rubbed my cock against his cheek. The kid stiffened and then quietened down. I backed off, and saw that Tomasz was positioning himself behind the kid. I quipped “his arse is all yours dude!” and then headed up to the boy again. Taking the two pills out I said to him “I dunno if you do drugs, but they’re gonna definitely help you escape the…” At this point Tomasz rammed his just spit-lubed cock into the Gimp-boy’s ass – “FOCK!” the kid screamed. I grabbed his chin with my hand and said – “do you want the neighbour’s to call the fucking police ya little shit?” I pinched my gripping hand painfully into his cheeks – keeping his mouth open. With my other hand I shoved the pills into his mouth. He immediately tried to spit them out, but I had slammed my hand around his mouth. I whispered in his ear “look left if you want to say “red” and want me to stop”. He quickly closed his eyes and just bucked into my gagging hand. “You can leave them dissolve in your mouth, but they’re bitter as fuck aren’t they? I’d swallow if I were you” Tomasz was holding onto the remaining waistband of the chinos and using it to get a good pace fucking this kid though his clothes. The kid was whimpering into my hand, his high-pitched “ungh”s escaping through his nose with each thrust from the Pole. If I pulled my hand back he’d be screaming the house down. I looked at Don and Pedro who had both pulled out their cocks and were jacking them while watching. I nodded at Pedro. “You got some House music or something to drown out this little bitch? His grunts sped up with Tomasz – little jets of hot air and mucus blasting from his nose against my clamped hand. Don fished out a very fancy looking ipad from his biker jacket (well he was a dealer- so I wasn’t too surprised) and Pedro connected it up to his sound system. A steady snare drum started coming out from the speakers – I whipped my head around cause I knew that tune!? Oh fuck it was Nine Inch Nail’s “Closer”! – a perfect “fucking” tune if ever there was one! Don walked over to me with his cock in his hand, jacking in time with the music. I pulled the kid up by his hair to look at me and spat in his face. “Listen up gimp, you’re gonna suck my mate’s cock, and if you scream or bite or struggle or gag, he’ll knock your fuckin teeth out!” The kid’s eye’s widened at this. I turned to show him my red arse, “See this arse! That’s cause of him” I saw the kid take in the several handmarks on my arse and the beginning of purple bruising. I think I saw a glint of desire in that look - fucking BDSM freaks… I was not looking forward to sitting on a haemorrhoid cushion for the rest of the week once the chems wore off. This kid looked like he couldn’t wait. I dropped my grip on him and guided Don’s tattooed cock to my clamped hand. Letting go of his mouth, I shoved the cock between his full pretty lips. Don hadn’t washed his cock since Richard, so the kid resisted a little at first and then dutifully took the cock, cleaning a stranger’s ass juice and lube from the Czech’s 7” tool. I put back on Mac’s jeans and grabbed his shoes and jumper. I then checked back with Don to make sure the kid wouldn’t go mental or spit out the pills, and patted Don on the shoulders. “All yours bud, go wild” and I headed off to the bathroom. As I left the bedroom I walked into the hall almost straight into Richard and Finn who were listening just outside. Finn smiled and said, “nice performace Stuart, Richard was telling me all about the lad”. I replied, “well he’s all yours for the moment. Run a train on him if you like, I’ve gotta have a shower” and turned to the bathroom. Richard and Finn slipped in to the master bedroom, music blaring as they opened the door – Trent Reznor singing “I wanna fuck you like an animal”. My last view was of Pedro walking over to Don to get blown. Meanwhile Don was slapping his cock off the kids face before shoving it back in and all the while Tomasz was pounding away at the bound fucker’s hole, with the lads filing in to wait behind him. Good times!

Previously… I stroked his head again and leaned in to kiss him. He tasted of cigarettes and garlic, and contary to what I expected, was a surprisingly passionate kisser. I lost myself in kissing him, tasting him, feeling his tongue and scarred lips with my mouth, running my hand around the stubble of his shaven head, staring into his beautiful grey eyes. That was when I heard a voice shout “who the FUCK is kissing my boyfriend?” Right so… I pulled back from Tomasz and whipped my head around to the right. Finn stopped mid-thrust and the whole room turned to look at the couple coming out from the en-suite bathroom. Standing beside Don was a wiry-looking lad covered in tattoos, with spiked hair and a goatee. I won’t lie, he looked rough as fuck and hard as nails, even his muscles looked hard - like an eighties’ bodybuilder. He was also wearing a black mesh vest and red underwear – though in this case it was a jockstrap. (By the way – what is it about some gay couples that they start to dress more like each other over time? We’re not identical twins? It’s just …weird). Most importantly, he was glaring right at me. I took a deep breath, and addressed him, “hey lad, I didn’t mean to cross a line, I dunno what you two have arranged…” He cut me off with a smile, “Haha, I’m just fucking with ya lad”. The whole room relaxed. I looked back to Tomasz who was still smiling and back over to Kyle who was coming around to me. Finn started to stroke my legs again – I started to focus back on the cock up my ass. Kyle came around and stood beside Tomasz to my left. He stuck out his hand and “shook” my cock. “Kyle here,” he started, “I’m his other half” as he nudged Tomasz, “now please don’t let me interrupt you, go back to what you were doin”. Kyle had (and still has) a very guttural east-end accent, so it took a second to figure out what he meant. I touched his shoulder (again feeling some nicely-developed shoulder muscles – much more defined than his boyfriend’s) and turned to him and said, “so you’re telling me to go back to kissing your boyfriend – I’ve got that correct, yeah?” His hand had lingered on my cock, and he started to stroke it gently, “yeah kid”, he said, “gimme a show”. As Kyle squeezed my cock, I squeezed my ass-grip up and down Finn’s. I chuckled and made eye contact with Tomasz. I quipped “I’ve to give your boyfriend a show it seems”. I looked down at Finn and asked “that ok with you Finn?”. He just smiled and said, “Well fuck yeah! I wanted to change position anyways”. The boyfriends helped me dismount off of Finn and as I got down, I rubbed my hands down their taut backs. Kyle and Tomasz both looked pretty rough. In fact, I thought to myself, that between their tattoos and piercings (Kyle had a fuckload of scaffolding in his ears), they wouldn’t be acing any office job interviews anytime soon. But here, in this party, I was drawn to their sleaziness. In fairness, in the clear light of day I’d have probably have never considered going near Kyle – he looked mean as fuck – the kind of guy to go after you with a broken bottle if you looked at him funny. I wanted, no, needed these rough fuckers to use me, to prove to them I was a good fuck. Maybe it was some weird deep-buried rural middle-class shit, but I was craving their approval as one of the gang, a good sport, a right laugh… You get the gist. Ecstasy is a great equaliser though and all these social anxieties I would have normally had were quickly drowned out as I ran my hands down over their asses. It was weird to think Kyle’d been in the bathroom minutes before getting fisted. I felt the lube and heat from his hole as I gave them both a playful squeeze. Wait-a-minute! I was without a cock in my arse – I needed to remedy that! I got up on my knees and elbows and shoved my ass out for Finn. I felt him put a guiding hand down on my hip, pushing my ass further down, my legs further apart. Then, having the correct position for his cock, he started to inch it back in. Looking around for some poppers, I saw some in JP’s hand. Through a few meaningful glances and nods I had him feeding me the bottle and my ass twitching for Finn’s cock. I beckoned JP closer to my face and shifted to shove up on as much of Finn’s cock with my ass as possible. “Did you win?” I asked him, between fuck-grunts, referring to the bet he had had with Kieran to fuck Andrew a little while before. JP just raised an eyebrow, “what do you think is going on out there right now?” We all grinned and I felt Finn try a few different types of thrusts before pulling out. “Open up that hole”, he ordered me gruffly. I leant forward onto my chest and reached back sticking my fingers in and pulling my pucker open. I love when I get so much dick I can make myself gape like that. Richard and Don came over to watch my openness, and to egg Finn on. “Look at that hungry hole Finn”, Richard said, “if you don’t put your cock in there now, then move over!” Finn laughed and started fucking me again and quickly built up a good ball-slapping pace – I started to syncopate with him and we got into a good fuck-tempo – My sweat glands were once again in overdrive and I could feel the wetness trickle down my back from my raised ass. I lifted my head up to shake some sweat out of my hair and saw the new couple watching me as I flicked sweat from my hair at them. I laughed and as I thrust myself back on Finn’s thick cock, I heard one of them say “…just like a puppy”. “Nice to meet you both, by the way!” I called over, backing back again on Finn’s grunting thrusts. I felt another hand on my back and turned back to see Richard. He was kissing Finn and turned to wink at me. He leaned over and slapped my ass – once on each cheek. Slap as a word doesn’t do it justice- he fucking whacked my ass-cheeks right fucking proper. Payback I guess! I could feel the redness swell up again. Finn powered on, pounding into me and the pleasure and pain signals from my ass started to get really confused. Added to that, there was a soft stroking on my cheeks, I looked up to see that both the boyfriends had lowered their red undergear and were tapping their hard 5” and 7” cocks against my cheek expectantly. I licked my lips, and decided to take Kyle’s five incher first, considering I’d already snogged Tomasz a little. His cock, tasted clean surprisingly with just a little E-sweat. I found out later, I was the first person to suck on it in the party. Taking Tomasz in my hand to jack, I kept my balance and really got into sucking Kyle. Pleasure signals were winning over as Finn’s cock started to properly hit the closest end my prostate. I pulled off of Kyle and told Finn to keep up his current way of fucking – waves of pleasure breaking over me with every slam to my prostate. Finn barely nodded – his expression a million miles away as he watched Don mount Richard in doggy beside me. I turned back around and switched my attention to Tomasz’ cock now. I looked up into his almost black dilated eyes as he cradled the back of my head. Gripping my head and pulling me down onto him, Tomasz showed me exactly how he liked it, twisting my head around the head of his cock on the upthrust. I mimicked his motion without his guidance and he smiled his beautiful smile at me. Got it! As Finn continued to slam-fuck my ass, (was it just the E or was his cock getting bigger?), I started to switch between the two juicy cocks in front of me - four or five head-bobs each at first but then sloppily decreasing down to three each. I was that kid in the candy shop! The boys moved their cocks in closer to me and I looked up to see them snogging. Kyle was running his hand under Tomasz’s vest top to squeeze a nipple while Tomasz was licking his index and middle fingers and reaching behind Kyle. The view of Kyle’s face as Tomasz started finger-fucking him clicked in on my E-enhanced wavelength. I could almost feel myself in his place as Finn’s cock kept pounding me. Fucking love that extra empathy! Thick trails of my spit were now joining the boys’ cocks as I greedily went from one to the other, rocking in Finn’s rhythm. At one point as Finn fucked me face-first into Kyle’s pubes I thought, “let’s try and get em both in!” Balancing on my elbows, I angled the boys together and opened wide. Looking up I saw the boyfriends gurning their mouths, staring down at me. I stretched my mouth as far as I could around the two, trying to take them parallel. As Kyle rocked his head back in pleasure, Tomasz bucked his cock further in, and started to pull up Kyle’s top to show me his boyfriend’s straining abs, egging me on, saying “take us both you zschlut!”. Kyle’s cock slipped under Tomasz’s swollen seven incher and poked into my right cheek. In my mouth my tongue was flicking between the two cocks, straining to contain them as they slipped and butted off each-other. Back down at my ass Finn was matching Don in his rhythm and even started slapping me a little, as Don was doing to Richard. Luckily JP was feeding Richard poppers as well as his cock, so Richard was taking the pounding like a champ! I could definitely feel Finn’s cock feel bigger inside me now. I thought – could he actually cum in me? He kept speeding up, though all the time his slaps were much more controlled than Don’s and actually pleasant on my tingling cheeks. Finn knew how to build up to the point where I was loving his slapping and thrusting back to meet it. It’s all about the build-up with spanking for me. Once you get it right, I’ll take a paddle or a belt, even a whip! As I thrust back I focussed on the two guys in my mouth – Tomasz’s cock was losing a little stiffness and it threatened to slip out. I used my tongue and twisted my head to get his cock shoving back down the back of my throat. My gag reflex was quick to react but I redoubled my focus and visualised my throat making room for them. It worked and soon I felt Tomasz stiffen up again. I looked up to see the boys both without tops on now and Kyle sucking on Tomasz’s left nipple. I heard Richard grunt beside me and the dual slapping of the fuckings taking place. I didn’t think it was possible but Finn sped up.. …slapping faster and faster slamming his rigid cock into me… …and suddenly I heard him yell “awww fuccck” and sure enough I felt his load shoot deep inside me. Finn fell on top of me panting, jolting the cocks from my mouth. Seconds later I heard Don make a strangled noise and Richard shouting “yeah cum in me Don, ah yeah, fill me up!” The four of us collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed, panting and chuckling. I turned and grabbed Finn “you motherfucking champ Finn!”, I said, kissing him mashing together our sweaty faces. He laughed and panted “I told you…” pant, “I could do it!” Breaking off from kissing Finn, I felt Richard reaching for my arm. Pulling me out from under Finn, he saw the plaster on my arm. He raised his eyebrow and smirked. No doubt he knew exactly what that meant. Guiding me up to the top of the bed, he sat us both down with our backs against the headboards, legs bent and asses open. “Here boys” he said down to Don and Finn, “take your loads back”, and started to squeeze cum out of his ass. Nice! I reached down and started to push Finn’s cum out onto my fingers. “Richard?” I called over, “want some?” I held up a cummy hand and reached it over to his hole. Finn had scooted up to Richard’s hole at the same time and guided my hand to help me shove his own cum into Richard’s tender cum-dripping hole. Richard grunted and fucked himself onto my hand, his sloppy lips smearing globs of the lads’ cum up and down my stroking fingers. Fascinated with mingling the cum in and out of Richard’s lips, I was startled when I felt someone touch my own wet pucker. I looked down to see Don had moved up and had started to finger me and pull more of Finn’s load out. His fingering was pretty rough, so I brought my hand behind his head and pulled his face directly into my hole. “Felch me you dirty fucker” I moaned, and Don, true to form, lapped at my leaking hole, taking his time to suck out all Finn’s spunk out of me. While I was sitting at the head of the bed being felched clean by Don, I got passed a joint from Richard who was also getting the same treatment from Finn. He’d got the blunt from Pedro who’d come in from the bathroom, where he was telling Tomasz, Kyle and Richard that he’d only left JP and Kieran for a minute to check up on us. They were taking turns piss-fucking Andrew who was balancing upside-down, on his shoulders, in the bath. He seemingly wanted to get filled up with piss and needed the three of them for it. Fucking hell! – Well – you can’t be everywhere at once! Still though, that’s one of the images, emblazoned on my memory. Sitting there at top of the bed, watching all these naked studs, getting felched and having a joint. Well, shoving a drug-dealer’s face into your hole to get all the cum out is a memory you won’t quickly forget. Plus I was in a piggy mood, so I wasn’t holding back, and it seemed Don loved it. He got all my ass juice, lube and even any trapped air that was still up there. After the first parp, I looked down a bit guiltily, but Don didn’t slow down a second. If anything, he sped up. And after a hung Spaniard and a red-headed muscle-bear had just taken turns power-fucking you, there were a few more where that came from. Don powered through, lapping and gurning and sucking his heart out. I relaxed and dragged a lazy toke out of the joint… Life was beautiful! After a little while, Don indicated he was getting up, and rose up to head height to kiss me and swap cum. I tasted Don’s own pot-smoker’s spit, Finn’s sweet flavoured cum and my …ripe ass juices – Nice! I got up on my knees to kiss him better and sloppily we lapped at eachother with spit and cum. I felt a movement on the bed and saw the couple had gotten up to join us. Turning to kiss Kyle on my right, I shared Finn’s seed with him while Don took Tomasz. I lazily licked a swipe across Kyle’s gurning mouth, pulling back slowly to see the strands of cummy spit between us. Then we swapped; Tomasz’s turn. As I used my tongue like a paintbrush, daubing the Pole’s mouth with seed and ass-juice, I felt his probing fingers between my cheeks. He grinned and raising his eyebrows said, “I want that arzsch!” As Tomasz kissed me and deftly slipped two fingers up my hot used tunnel, I felt heat envelop my semi-hard cock. Kyle had meanwhile ducked down as he turned himself and Don had helped him impale his juicy hole on me. Kyle’s ass was the only part of his body that didn’t look like it was carved from oak and varnished. He had this beautiful bubble butt that was at odds with the rest of his hard body and currently pushing back engulfing my cock. “Ahhhww”, I grunted, as my cock vanished into the rough-fucker’s wet sloppy hole. You’ve to be pretty open to impale yourself on a semi-hard guy so quickly, and Kyle’s ass was warm and wet and sloppy and gorgeous. Part of me wanted nothing more than to be lucky-Pierre’d by the two rough bastard friends of Don, with him directing the action, but I’d just had a thorough fucking by Finn and needed a longer break. While my body was on board for more fucking, my brain was over-stimulated. I pulled out from Kyle and Tomasz and got off the bed. “Sorry lads,” I started, “it’s my fucking brain – it’s going at 200 miles a minute here… look, just gimme a bit of a breather and I’ll be the meat in your sandwich I promise!” I looked up. Don and the lads were looking disappointed I could tell, and just, as if on cue, just then the doorbell rang…

Previously… I began kissing his jawline and looked up into his eyes. They were on the computer screen – ah fuck it Richard! “I’ll let you finish off what you’re doing here” I said, breaking the kiss. Richard laughed at me and stood up himself. “Sorry Stuart – I have to reel this weird little fish in. He’s your responsibility by the way. And another thing, you’re not the only one to take a beating” and pointed at the still present hand marks on his arse. Fucking hell! That kid was gonna be in for a shock! Right so… After promising Richard I’d be back to kiss or lick his ass better, Finn and I went through the door to the hall and over to the spare bedroom. Opening the door I saw two figures between the chest of drawers and the window – the Venetian blinds were down, so the Sunday sun was coming through in long parallel stripes. I could hear someone showering in the en-suite bathroom. Pedro was standing on the left, still naked, talking to a man I didn’t recognise who was wearing a black mesh vest and bright red underwear. The man was in his late thirties/early forties and looked Eastern European. He had faded tribal tattoos on his arms and defined muscles showing through the mesh. His face was that Slavic mix of high cheekbones and sunken eyes – grey eyes in this case – now glittering hard in a bar of sunlight as he turned to see the newcomers. Pedro beckoned us over. I saw lots of odd supplies and a used syringe on the windowsill and my hackles raised a bit. I walked over to him, hearing him relay the end of his sentence “..so I fucked china white into his hot ass earlier”. Pedro turned to me “back with us eh chico? Aint no shame in going to la-la land for a bit! This here is Tomasz”. Tomasz looked me up and down and gave me a brief half-smile before turning back to Pedro – what is it with Eastern Europeans and their inability to smile? My paranoia increased with his almost complete lack of acknowledgement of me – who does that – at a drug fuelled orgy? Someone obviously wasn’t up on pills yet. He turned back to Pedro, “I thought you were more a fan of cocaine Pedro” he said. Pedro looked a bit confused, “yeah that’s what I said, I fucked him full of cocaine” – it was funny to hear the two Europeans say cocaine – the “ai” part sounding more like “i-ee” - like "coc-aye-eene". Tomasz spoke with a harsher accent than Don’s – I learned later he was only two years out of Poland and he wasn’t going back any time soon cause of some legal problems. He shook his head and countered “Zchina white is a type of heroin Pedro, you can call cocaine… you could call it zcharlie or Colombian marszching powder if you like, but if you fucked him full of zchina white, he’d probably be dead on your bed”. Pedro said “bullshit, Don always brings me coke when I ask for china white.” Tomasz laughed “then Don doesn’t know his arzch from his elbow, zchina-white is heroin, get Rizcherd to look it up on Yahoo!” (Yahoo – I know…Yeah this was a while ago.) As if my nerves weren’t on edge enough? Two guys casually discussing my death by overdose in front of me? Add this to the weed I’d been smoking and me still feeling the aftermath of the K trip and I kept zooming in on that syringe on the windowsill – it had me ready to bolt. Finn looked over at me and rubbed the back of my head, “lads” he said to the both of them, “can we cut down on the heroin-speak a bit? Stuart looks like he’s gonna whitey”. Whitey is our expression for when you get too stoned and you get nauseous and paranoid. Typically your blood drains from your face too, hence “whitey”. For me I always got it if I got stoned after I was drunk. The saying goes – Beer then grass, you’re on yer ass. Grass then beer, you’re in the clear. I turned to Pedro and cocked my head at the syringe, “is that what you guys have been up to in here?” I asked. “N-n-not that I mind at all,” I continued hurriedly, “it’s just it’s not my cuppa tea!” I stammered on, “y-y’know I know a few friends who’ve gone down that path and not returned”. I was blabbering a bit, images of street junkies begging in my head, what the fuck had I gotten myself into. Pedro smiled at me, “relax chico, no-one’s doing heroin here, just a different way to do Ecstasy – That syringe belongs to Kyle”. Pedro explained that Kyle was Tomasz’s boyfriend who was currently in the bathroom with Don probably still being fisted. I mentally ticked a box to go there soon as I wanted to add the sight of real-life fisting to my wank-bank. Up until then I hadn’t really seen fisting outside of porn. Pedro proceeded to tell me that injecting E was a purer rush if done right. I saw my blueys and other Es on the windowsill. I saw the other blue pills there too and Finn nabbed me and him one each of these. My semi was still quick to respond now, but Finn was a future planner. Ok so here I’d like to interject that it’s a long fuckin while since this party and I was a stoner at the time (not as bad as my friend Bill who still is a massive stoner, but still), so my memory’s a bit shaky about how we did the next bit - so don't use me as a guide or anything... It was at this point that Pedro began to show me how to prepare E tablets so you could inject them. He brought out fresh needles from the chest of drawers for everyone. I remember wondering where he got these – Don had a friend in medical supplies seemingly. The other supplies on the windowsill were spoons, shot glasses and water and a lot of cotton wool balls. I remember crushing the pills in the shot glasses in sterile water. I can’t remember if we heated the water or not but at some point we used spoons. I remember Pedro being really particular about filtering – we used cotton wool I think. I remember the liquid being an off-yellow – the pills weren’t mine - they were normal white ones. I dunno would my blueys have changed the colour of the water, or maybe the colour would’ve stayed behind in the papery powdery gunk that was left afterwards. The biggest thing I remember is Pedro was being really insistent that we made sure none of this gunk ended up in the liquid as little particles. I watched Pedro prepare the syringes for Finn and Tomasz and then watched them find a vein and inject it – for us pale-skinned Scots, this is pretty easy. Finn was first up and was ready with a cotton ball and held it down after Pedro deftly shot him up. Watching the bright white smile spread on Finn’s red-bearded face – everything tinted sepia from the dimmed lighting, and his eyes went crazy – I could see them dilate to almost black in the few seconds I was watching him. “Fuuuuuuuck!” Finn groaned, “oh fuck yess”. He lolled his head back in pure joy. Tomasz got a plaster ready and cautioned him, “keep the cotton pressed down Finn”. Pedro then administered the next injection to Tomasz. He seemed to lose his sharp-edge as the shot went into him. He shook his head a bit and muttered something Polish and then it seemed as if whatever animosity he had, just seemed to evaporate. A massive grin spread across his even features. After sorting out a plaster on Tomasz, Pedro turned to me, one eyebrow cocked and holding out a new still-packaged needle “so chico, you game?” I won’t lie, a lot of thoughts were running through my head. I always thought I’d never inject – that this would be my Rubicon – but high as I was, and seeing Tomasz lie Finn down on the left side of the bed, bending down to lick at Finn’s juicy erect cock, his dilated eyes glaring up at me, something clicked in me – I took the needle from Pedro and unwrapped it. “Show me what to do Pedro!” After I prepared the needle, Pedro took it back from me. He looked at the liquid and checked for any particles. I could hear a grunt of approval. Then looking me straight in the eyes, he asked me again “You sure chico?” His deep brown eyes twinkled at me, warm and accepting, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to”. I stared straight back at him, Finn’s groans of pleasure and the sloppy sounds of Tomasz’s blowjob filling my ears. I smiled and said “I trust you papi” and held out my left elbow. Pedro’s eyebrows raised as he moved over to my inner arm. I think to that point he still thought I would back down. Finding a deep blue vein close to the surface was easy for him and it took less than a few seconds to administer. Next thing I know, Pedro has my right hand pushing down a cotton ball on the entry site, I’m meanwhile feeling the drug shoot up my arm, through my left shoulder and up to my brain – BOOM. I’m in euphoria. This was an E-high, but the speed of coming up was incredible. All traces of fatigue left my body in seconds and were replaced by surging pure fuckin joy. This was no trickle down the back of my brain, more of a deluge roaring across my synapses – just pouring pure chemical gratification straight into my brain! I felt Pedro stick a plaster on my arm and I leaned/fell back against the bedroom wall barely able to move with the pleasure throbbing, no, gushing through my body. Looking around the room I took in the lads now snogging on the left side of the bed, the en-suite bathroom door to its right and Pedro opening the chest of drawers to my left, before preparing his own shot. I tried to ask Pedro if I could help him with his, but it came out as pure babble. He smiled and shook his head, clearing up all the supplies into a bag, which all went back into the chest of drawers. Last to go in was his used syringe and he came to sit beside me, fresh plaster on his arm. I looked at him, and breathlessly said “thank you Pedro”, his glistening chocolate eyes and golden skin wrinkling in a smile. I leaned over to kiss him. Our bodies were on fire. Skin touching skin never felt so good. I leaned him back against the wall, rubbing my hands down his sweaty golden skin. I hooked my right hand under his knee and with my left hand trailed a path to his deep brown hole. Pedro broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. He was gurning again like mad as he ground his hole against my fingers. His eyes were rolling in pleasure, and then he focussed back in on me. Without a word of warning, he launched into action, springing up, grabbing me and pushing me back onto the bed. He clambered on top of me, “not so fast hijo, I’m the fucking papi here” and leant down to crush his lips into mine. I was twisted to the side, with my legs facing left, away from Finn and Tomasz, and my back flat on the bed. Pedro’s hot mouth tasted of bitter G, orange and sweat, his essence was pouring into me and mine up to him. We’d break off from kissing and just gaze into each-other’s eyes. He looked half-crazed, black dilated eyes, lips smacking, gurning, sheets of sweat gathering on his eyebrows, nose, chin… He was fucking beautiful. I told him so, over and over – “Fuck me you beautiful bastard” I kept saying. Someone was quick to respond and I felt a lube being squirted on my hole, a few fingers rubbing in and out with something silicon and slippery. As Pedro and I dived into eachother’s faces kissing and tugging, teeth clashing and playful biting, lapping at our drenched skin, I felt his 9” beauty being guided to my hole. I was positioned sideways to his cock, and my right side was under a bit of strain to keep my upper body twisted up to the right to keep kissing. Luckily as I took charge guiding him in slowly but surely by pulling his ass cheeks to me, someone else was holding my right ass cheek up and his cock stationary. Pedro just grinned like a madman and as soon as he was well anchored, he took over building up a rhythm. He kept his face right up to mine, saying “ah chico, ah cariño, oh baby, make papi happy yeah?” as he pulled out almost to the tip and rubbed just in and out of my sideways hole – jacking his head with my lubey pucker. After a little of this, his voice deepened, “aye my lil china white puta” he growled and ploughed back into me. I yelled, nah fuck it I’ll be honest, I screamed in pleasure, like the bitch I was. He looked concerned. “Don’t stop” I said. I pulled his face down to me and tucked his head into the nape of my neck and whispered “that’s it papi, do it like that” to him. He licked and rubbed his stubbly head against my neck, all the while pistoning slow and regular in and out of my hungry hole. Pure fucking pleasure! His cockhead kept knocking up on my prostate, the sideways angle hitting different spots to the usual, all heightened with E-pleasure. Each thrust, each knock was like a direct link to absolute bliss – white light, tinnitus-inducing overwhelming fucking bliss. This went on, slapping and slamming and pounding on for who knows how long. I lost track – a slave to Pedro. Right there, right then. I was his. Totally. I forgot myself. There was just the fucking. His hot laboured breath on my neck… That slam… of his cock up my hole… Again… slam… And again… … Eventually… Eventually, I registered Pedro slow down, my senses came back to the room, I looked out to see JP and Richard jacking eachother in the hall doorway to my left. Finn was still stuffing his cock into Tomasz’s mouth beside me to my right. Pedro winked at me, pulled back and said, “ok who’s next, I have to have a break”. I got up on my elbows to see JP take a step forward before I was grabbed bodily by Finn and pulled over on top of him. I remember his broad shoulder muscles flexing and dimpling as he roughly pulled me on top of him. Poor Tomasz had to quickly move out of the way. “My turn”, Finn growled. I was still so high I was fascinated by the play of his muscles and body hair, my eyes tracing the sweat-glistening fiery hairs from his shoulders into his matted chest hair, when he pulled me down for a beardy kiss. His tongue found mine and we connected in a rush, his whiskers raking across my chin. His meaty hands made fists in my hair before both stroked down my back to my ass, painfully grabbing my ass cheeks. I felt his rough fingers seek out my hole, then a cool feeling as more lube was applied back there by someone else. I didn’t bother looking to see who was helping. Finn demanded my attention, mashing his mouth against mine. I pulled down and buried my face in his chest. I inhaled deeply – he wasn’t as strong smelling now as earlier but he still smelled fantastic – salty and clean, that sharp testosterone smell that fills the back of your nose and makes it clear you’re with a real man. I felt his cock being positioned against my hole and groaned into our kiss as he cleared the first hurdle. Since I had just had Pedro in me I was aching to be refilled. I broke our kiss and knowing I’d need to do more work to get Finn’s six inches up to my pleasure spot, I arced back and slammed my hole down on his rock hard cock. Finn shouted out in pleasure, I sat on top of him and got my legs stable under me. Thank fuck for that lube. I made a few practice thrusts and Finn let me jack his cock with my ass. Leaning back to get his cockhead to scrape my prostate I felt someone’s face at our join lapping greedily. I looked down to see JP pulling his glasses off before diving back in to lap at my hole and Finn’s cock. Hot. I saw Tomasz behind him standing, closing a lube bottle on the chest of drawers, still in his mesh vest and red briefs. “Ah – that explains it”, I thought. I smiled back over at the frosty Polish lad and was rewarded with a smile – Finally! I then noticed then he had a scar on his upper lip from a corrective surgery for a hairlip. Maybe that’s why he didn’t smile so much? I motioned him around the left side of the bed. While keeping my bobbing rhythm going, I balanced my left hand out around Tomasz’s shoulders. I felt his bunched under the mesh fabric. Reaching up to stroke his buzzcut head, I said “thanks for the help dude”. He looked up at me and smiled again “no problem zchico” he said and laughed. His whole face transformed when he laughed – now I saw what his fella must see in him. I stroked his head again and leaned in to kiss him. He tasted of cigarettes and garlic, and contary to what I expected, was a surprisingly passionate kisser. I lost myself in kissing him, tasting him, feeling his tongue and scarred lips with my mouth, running my hand around the stubble of his shaven head, staring into his beautiful grey eyes. That was when I heard a voice shout “who the FUCK is kissing my boyfriend?”

Thanks R1ver - got a good few more memories to share - I'll post the next update tomorrow - almost finished but I had to keep taking breaks

Previously… “Finn” I echoed, oh fuck the coke was starting to hit me proper, “Finn, do you remember?” I leaned into him stroking his fuzzy red chest hairs. “Remember what Stuart?” – he sounded like he was on an intercom. “Do you remember how you haven’t fucked me proper yet?” I looked up to his face, grinning ear to ear. He smiled at that. “Look here lad, I want ya a little less fucked up” he gently retorted, “I’ve to have a quick shower myself, but if you head on into the kitchen I promise I’ll be in there in a minute to fuck ya. I’ve a load with your name on it” I swayed/nodded and then saluted. “Right so!” I said, and sauntered off to the kitchen. Right so… I walked out the door to the kitchen. As I entered I heard a groaning to my right, I looked over to see Mac fucking Andrew up against the fridge. It was a slow fuck but Andrew was trying to speed it up. Mac wasn’t having any of it and looked like he was still spaced out on the K. He raised something up to his mouth. It was a buttered slice of currant-toast. How could he eat with all the drugs we’d taken? It was beyond me. Andrew was doing all the work grinding onto Mac’s still up and proud cock. Propping one leg on a drawer handle and holding onto the American-style fridge for support, Andrew was shoving his beautiful ass up and down on Mac’s carrot-cock. He was the source of the groaning, going “aw yeah fuck me, fill my hole Mac”. I should explain – Andrew can be a little pushy – at a sex party, as long as there’s enough cock to go around he’s fine, but otherwise you better not have planned on bottoming. Usually he’s good enough to at least pretend to hold it in check, but I guess the drugs let his power bottom side out in all its glory. I just watched bemused. My cock was only at half mast, and I guess with the K subsiding and the time that had passed I wasn’t in the same zone as Andrew. I hadn’t had a Viagra in hours and my last E was when Kieran had arrived. I try to pace myself with E because if you take too much too soon, then it gets harder to “up the ante” each time you start to come down, and you can end up getting scagged out much earlier than everyone else. I was feeling that the E was losing its grip though and decided it was time for another dose. He still raised an eyebrow at me and winked – I just chuckled and said, “gimme a bit of time dude”. As I said that, Finn came back into the kitchen towelling the dampness from his ginger fuzzed chest. He had caught my words and walked over to the counter, saying “time to fix you up another cocktail I guess” and looked around for the drugs tray. I walked over to him and looked for my pills. “I need something to sharpen me up again dude, I still feel pretty groggy from the K”. Finn gave me the one-over and said “Yeah, I think another dose of G wouldn’t be a good idea for you right now”. He then looked as though he remembered something and raised an eyebrow “I think Pedro’s got the stash in the spare bedroom, follow me”. Andrew clambered out from under Mac and joined us as we entered the living room. Mac honestly didn’t seem to notice and just went on eating his toast. In the living room Kieran and JP were having a break on the couch playing Street Fighter. They now were both wearing glasses and nothing else, their semi-hard cocks bouncing against their abs and the mashed buttons on the controllers. It was a wonderful site for a nerd-fancier like me. They looked up and cheered when they saw me. “Hey Stuart!” JP piped up, and then turned to Kieran, “just push pause for a second”. Turning back to me he passed his joint and continued “we were just playing a 9 match tournament for who gets to fuck Andrew next, wanna join?” I took my toke and laughed at that – JP was a man after my own heart, always inventing odd scenarios and roleplays for more fun. Kieran was currently winning with Chun-Li – fucking weird ass bisexuals – you might not understand em, but ya gotta love em. I stroked down Finn’s muscular flank and passed him the joint, and said “guys I need to recover from the K, I’ll catch up with ye in a bit, what’s with the glasses?” Kieran replied “oh we tried that G stuff – nasty fuckin taste to it” There was the now-empty carton of orange juice, some glasses and Kieran’s bag of ghosties (that explained their perkiness!) on the coffee table, but no drug tray. I laughed “no the glasses on your head”, and we laughed as they explained they both wore contact lenses but need to give their eyes a break. They were definitely a sight for sore eyes – the glasses made them even more fuckable looking, and I mentally ticked a box to return pretty soon. Andrew had the same idea as he started to pull the coffee table to the side. He then went down on all fours in front of the boys facing away, and turning his head back to them, said “press play lads, I need a cock up me soon”. I chuckled and Finn and I moved through over to Richard at the computer. Richard looked up as we approached and took the offered joint. I saw the websites of Gaydar, Gayromeo and Manhunt open. I also saw the time on the corner of the screen – 11.30 am. Fuck! “Any bites Richard?” I asked, feeling weird that while it seemed like time was racing, it also seemed like 14 or 15 hours ago was far too short for the time I felt I knew Richard. It couldn’t have only been 15 hours ago when I was last standing here rubbing Richard’s shoulders through his shirt? “Two so far” Richard said, taking a long drag off of the joint. I looked at the profiles he was showing Finn and me. “Not many up for drugs, though I have a hot guy in Aberdeen who said he’ll gladly take the train if we’re still going in a few hours and he has a place to crash?” I looked at Finn and grinned. Finn smiled and said “I’m sure that’s ok with Pedro, and if not we can always take the party to my place”. I shuddered at the thought of going outdoors, and looked at one profile to distract me – all it showed was a juicy thick shiny cock with a glistening purple end. “Is that your only other hit?” I asked. Richard hrumphed in response “yeah laddie, but he’s far too young and a bit off I think”. I looked at the stats. It said “working in General Gayness” and listed the age at 20, safe sex, no. Another private pic showed a young guy in cargo shorts and a T-shirt saying “Edinburgh Pride 2008”. The photo was a bit blurry but he looked very young and very pretty – angular face, floppy blond hair – the kind of guy you’re expect to come from the South and be called Tristan or some shit. I looked to the chat window that was open to get a gist for him: GPcom20: Hi there, you said in general chat about a really open-minded group scene yeah – how many are we talking? Glasgrowler: Aye, there’s 11 of us here (11! I thought – who else????) GPcom20: Wow! That’d be a first for Glasgow – so many talkers but few doers here Glasgrowler: Aint that always the way, speaking of which, would you be up for it? You seem pretty young lad, it may be a bit much for ya – if you don’t mind me saying so. GPcom20: Dude I get that a lot. But I’m experienced believe me. I usually have to head to London to get what I want Glasgrowler: …and what’s that? GPcom20: I have a kind of rape fantasy? Glasgrowler: go on. GPcom20: I want my clothes to be ripped off and to be tied up on a bed and just punished with dicks in every hole. Rape me, slap the shit out of me and use me as your cum dumpster. I wanted to be beaten up and used. Getting hard now thinking of it. Glasgrowler: ok That’s where it was currently… I looked up to Finn. He was a bit shocked too I think. Richard said “well I know I wouldn’t be up for doing that”. I took the joint back from him and asked “who are the extras?” You said there were 11 of us here?” Finn smiled, “who do you think? Come into the spare bedroom to find out” I laughed at the response, “Ok I’ll play your game, but before I do, give me a go at answering both you and the wee lad here. I sat down on Richards lap and took over the keyboard. GPcom20: you there? Glasgrowler: Hey laddie – come over soon and I think there’ll be at least one guy who’ll fuckin punish your ass. He’s a sleazy fucker who’s just arrived back from doing some dealing, so should be here for another little while. He fucked me earlier and was brutal. This is Discus27 by the way. Check out my profile’s ass pic and imagine some purple fuckin bruises on it now. I logged and sent him my private photos before logging out and handing Richard back the keyboard. I smiled at that and stood up passing Finn the joint. The weed had started to kick in again and everything seemed to settle. “I think we can have fun with that lad, Richard I’ll leave the arranging to your fine self, and by the way I wanted to thank you again for your role in making this fantastic session happen”. Ah weed and the remains of E. I was in full overblown compliment mode. I continued to sing Richard’s praises as the he typed the directions to Pedro’s place to the kid. I bent down again to his level and leant in for a long slow kiss. Richard’s tongue immediately found mine. I felt my arousal rush back into me as our tongues battled, lips crushing together, stubbly jaws raking against eachother, all the while his and Finn’s hands stroked my body and my cock – Fucking powerful man-kissing, I pity straight guys with their soft pliant women. I began kissing his jawline and looked up into his eyes. They were on the computer screen – ah fuck it Richard! “I’ll let you finish off what you’re doing here” I said, breaking the kiss. Richard laughed at me and stood up himself. “Sorry Stuart – I have to reel this weird little fish in. He’s your responsibility by the way. And another thing, you’re not the only one to take a beating” and pointed at the still present hand marks on his arse. Fucking hell! That kid was gonna be in for a shock!

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Previously… My body was fully on board with the fucking! And man was I on board. I started to fuckin bounce up and down on Mac’s joystick and rode him for all I was worth. His dick was like a drug of its own – my nerves were squealing with pleasure as he stretched me out with each plunge. His dick was wider toward the base – maybe 8 inches circumference – I’m not that savvy on girth measurements – but it was thick as fuck. Normally I don’t like carrot dicks (as I call wide-based cocks) cause they’re always stretching you and your hole never gets fully used to them, but I was loving Mac’s treeroot of cock. I remember a few seconds later JP getting rimmed by Pedro while Kieran and I licked the sweat off of eachother’s faces like dogs, I stopped feeling – how would I put this? Intact? The K was kicking in and I was starting to fully disconnect. Right so… Some people think you shouldn’t take K and have sex, especially my straight mates think you should take it like LSD, Ayahuasca, Peyote or DMT and attach a ritual to it. Even Pedro later told me about his trips through South America and his meetings with his ayahuasca shaman in Peru who brought him and “madrecita” – his “little mother”, together. He’d never dream of doing ayahuasca for fucking. However a lot of fisting bottoms have said that K’s the only way to go cause it allows you to take a deeper fist or a bigger dildo. Maybe that’s why I was able to take Mac so easily. When I met up with him a few times for a year or two afterwards, it just wasn’t great if we were sober – god love him, but our poor Mac was a bit rubbish in bed – an amazing cock, but maybe like supermodels with cardboard personalities who never needed to impress anyone, I felt he never had to work at a fuck? Just conjecture, but I at least left him better than he was when we first met. He was way too eager to split you open, no lube and no foreplay. I taught him my fingering techniques, my blowjob tricks and I even stopped him blowing into a guy’s hole while rimming. I wish I was kidding about the latter point – he tried it with me once and I had to turn around say “What the fuck?” He actually blew air up my ass. I quickly made sure he put an end to that. Air up your ass is what you try and avoid for fuck’s sake! I wish I could say that he was a total top, but he occasionally took cock as well, so he had no excuse. I heard later he got into the BDSM scene with Don and got into treating guys real rough. Anyways I digress. I was squatting over Mac, leaning back, arms out in fists on the bed behind me. I could feel the sweat drip down my back. I was focussed just on the join of me and Mac. I started pulling up high and slamming back down. The asshole/cock combo responded well to that. I was a bit distant. In fact I felt really fucking distant, like I was a spectator to what was going on. I increased my pace by sending signals to the separate entities of my legs and arms and the separate entity of my asshole sent back “yeah, yeah, more, more” signals. I started to realise that the growing disconnect I’d been having since chatting to Pedro was growing to the point where I wasn’t sure my mind could reach out to my body anymore. I tried to gather myself together – bad idea on K. I started to freak a little, thinking I’d lose my body, but remembered something someone had told me about K once - just let it go – you’re meant to dissolve. I breathed out (I hadn’t realised I was holding my breath) and started to relax into it. Signals were dispersed and coming at me from all directions. At the same time it was very difficult to know what signals belonged to me and what was important and what wasn’t: Pressure: A balance “signal–response” to increase pressure on left arm to stay upright. View: Kieran’s shining eyes looking at JP Pleasure: signal from deep in asshole. Coming on like a train passing through a station… …and gone. Feeling/View: JP’s hand pulling me into a threeway snog again. Smell: The smell of poppers held between us. Pressure: Blocked ears, clench jaw to unblock. Noise: Smacking noises from Mac and me. Feeling: someone’s hand squeezing my ass View: Pedro’s tribal tattoos rippling under the dim daylight. Feeling: My ab muscles clenching as I lift my hips Cold: One of the lube bottles rolling into the shallow created by my hands pressing on the mattress. View: Pedro lying under JP being blown by Andrew. Sound: A car driving somewhere nearby outside. View: Finn switching places with Richard Feeling: Mac stopping kissing me to lick my earlobe (but I don’t remember turning back over to him?) I just let it go. My body would have to work on autopilot for a while, cause Elvis had definitely left the building. As the K grew stronger, figuring out where I was, where my mind began and ended, was up for some serious philosophical debate. Again it’s tough to describe unless you’ve been there, but your backseat driver, the part of you that does all the guiding and decision-making and worrying and planning – it’s like that part grows more and more distant. Physically too. I felt I was watching the action from somewhere above my body, that is, when I remembered who I was, otherwise there wasn’t really a distinct “I” per se. It became more of a systemic awareness – as in – I only was aware of good sensations for the whole group. This group-sense meant we all felt en-masse when someone shifted pace or at least that’s how I perceived it. I felt I could feel Finn slip a finger up Andrew’s hole while fucking him. I felt everyone could feel Pedro stop rimming JP and move off the bed. I became a single entity again and I was detached from my body and able to see the whole group from above. Pedro was moving back over to behind me. Mac and Richard were in the same place – fucking me and Kieran. Andrew had moved to threeway snog JP and Kieran. Finn was scooting under Kieran to blow him. Pedro was now squeezing more lube on his cock. Pedro was slowing Mac down. Pedro was trying to enter me. Now as I said K is recommended to fisting bottoms cause of the pain relieving qualities, and maybe this was one of the few reasons while I was able to take two cocks in me that day. But fuck, even on Ketamine, it was tough. While on one side I felt disembodied and was observing the room from a high point, I remember flashes of sensations like those below: I remember feeling that somewhere below my chest area there was something spasming. Pedro was saying something to me but I couldn’t focus. I remember repeating the word “bzzzz” and feeling incredibly deep and content I saw Finn and Andrew turn to look at my ass area and smile I remember getting lifted up by Pedro, off of Mac and lowered back down onto JP. Poppers smell. I remember asking for them, and I was very happy that I’d been able to make myself clear to JP. Pedro tried again. More pressure signals from below and then… …tightness. I felt as tight as a teenager again. I could feel almost every inch of the guys inside me – every ridge, every throbbing vein. JP up on his elbows, one hand holding the poppers, the other holding my shoulder to support me. Me squatting on his cock. The look between us filled with meaning. I felt like we instantly knew we could easily be boyfriends. Andrew looking strangely at us. Pushed up beside JP’s cock was Pedro’s cock at the same depth but with more outside. Pedro behind me on his knees. Me holding very still. Only Pedro moving. JP looking at me with wide-open blue eyes. Me getting lost in the patterns of golden flecks on his iris. Me slowly bending over to kiss JP. Tightness This was eventually lifted as Andrew wanted to try out the JP/Pedro combo and I was lifted off of them to lie shoulder to shoulder beside JP. Which was fine really. I needed a break. JP turned to me with his crooked smile. He later told me our conversation went something like below: “Nice one beautiful” “Thanks misssster” “Wow lad I only did a line, but you are out of it, how’d you feel?” “mizzzzter, yer lovely, if I concentrate I get it, y’know” “get what?” “get that we shouldn’t be selfish, and to give love to the world. We don’t do that enough” He laughed and I felt I could follow the sound waves as they bounced around the room. Then I noticed bouncing into the room from the hall was music – a dance track – Tori Amos’s Professional Widow. I used to have a big thing for Tori so I knew the song well. In fact I was pretty impressed that the universe remembered and so had personally put on the song for me. Of course the lines “honey bring it close to my lips” and “it’s gotta be big” repeated over and over again, were perfect for a sex party. I smiled and leant my head against JP’s. After a little while I noticed Kieran was now sucking my cock. I smiled at him and said “Tori says it’s gotta be big” as if it was the funniest thing I’d ever said. Kieran just raised his eyebrows at me and continued bobbing up and down. I felt guilty that I had to close my eyes to him though, cause the motion of his head was making me feel nauseous. Cut to a few minutes later and my feet were being pulled to the end of the bed. I remember saying “bye mizzter” to JP as I slid on my own sweat down the soaking sheet. Kieran started licking my face again. All I could think of was how like a dog this behaviour was. I’m embarrassed to say this but I think I woofed a few times at him. Then I felt pressure on my hole again. I looked up to see Mac fucking me off the edge of the bed with my legs at his shoulders. Funnily I didn’t remember my legs being raised. I could feel Mac’s cock though – it felt solid and reassuring. I continued to barble a bit in nonsense tongues (I was told) as Mac worked my ass. Eventually he got bored cause I was distracted by licking beads of sweat from Kieran’s face that was hovering over mine. I was convinced that Kieran had been taken over by the spirit of a neighbour’s Labrador. Fuck it even looked like he was growing a tail! Shit was getting fucked up. Time passed and I was on another part of the bed. I felt a weight at my crotch area and over my legs. Finn was lining up his cock with mine, overlaying his legs. It was only then I noticed Andrew squatting over our cocks at a ninety degree angle. Then I felt incredibly tightness. I wanted to remember this so I concentrated more. Andrew had pushed himself down on our cocks and was starting a slow warm-up rhythm. Concentrate Stuart c’mon. I held out a hand to grab Andrew’s pale arse cheek. Fucking beautiful. I was watching my cock be swallowed by the side of Andrew’s ass. I looked up into his eyes and said something odd which was meant to be really deep. Andrew was fucked too, but JP said later I said something like “take my gub”??? Another abiding memory of the K trip I’ll share, and I know this will sound weird, but it was as if we were all one organism – a multi headed, multi-cocked, multi-holed flesh creature that was flexing into different shapes on the bed, but ultimately was all the same complex creature. I remember flashes of this - looking over at my “Mac head” that was connected to me via our cock and ass connection, and later a flash of recognising the “Andrew head” that was an offshoot of our Finn/Stuart join. An hour must have passed at least with us rolling around on the bed. It eventually got less sexual and more messy as we rode the K-train through its peak. Things started making sense again with this hard feeling in my ass – I remembering starting to get the spark of “me-ness” back again and using that to figure out this strange hard feeling. After a long time of circling the sensation, I realised it was the feeling of fingers up my ass. Six of them – two knuckles deep. They were mine. Experimentally flexing fingers. Oh fuuuuck! Too fucking sensitive! Too much input! Mind fuckin blown! … Looking back I think that after doing that flexing motion the first time, I went back to that K-land and rebooted for a few minutes. After a little while… …hard feeling… …don’t flex… …relax fingers… …fuck!... …slowly pull out… That was intense. I started to come to. I was on the ground between the bed and the wall in the bedroom, ass up, face down. I’d been holding my asshole gaping. I didn’t know how long, but I had a sudden need to fart. I started to pull myself up to get myself to a bathroom. That seemed to take forever. I kept relaxing my eyes’ focus and then snapping back into reality a minute or two later. Then I’d remember I was on a mission to get to the bathroom. Then, someone supporting my shoulder, someone strong taking most of my weight. Into the bathroom, onto the loo, relaxing, letting the air out, that was fuckin needed. Looking up. There’s … what’s his name. Gymbag-guy. He’s smiling and pointing to the shower. I stood up and got into the shower. Good thing I took a few showers here already, I get a good temperature on pure autopilot. The water feels amazing… I’ve a flash of something white on my fingers, was it cum? Was it some shower milk or something? I rinse it away …the water is turned off. Focus comes back a bit more now. Gymbag guy, Finn, had been talking to me. “Alright Stuart. Easy does it” “Tha… um… water is off yeah?” “Yeah it is, I turned it off Stuart, come out here to me” “Surre” Finn towelled me off. I snuggled into his broad frame, and kissed the nape of his neck. “Thanks Finn” I murmured into his shoulder. He smiled and held me close with the towel. “Wow Stuart, you got the worst fucked of all of us” I just squinted up at him puzzledly? Bad fucking? He figured out I didn’t understand him. “I mean, you got the most fucked up on the Special K, actually wait a sec…” He leaned back to the medicine cabinet, and brought back a little metal spoon with white powder– the coke spoon he’d used himself, the last time we were in the bathroom together, it seemed like ages ago. “Here, this might help you” I dutifully snorted the coke, and he took another bump for himself. The soapiness hit the back of my nose and started to slide down my throat. I looked at Finn. Things were starting to get sharper alright, really quick. The coke buzz started to take the fuzziness off of the K buzz, although sound still felt like it was coming from a long way away. “Finn” I echoed, oh fuck the coke was starting to hit me proper, “Finn, do you remember?” I leaned into him stroking his fuzzy red chest hairs. “Remember what Stuart?” – he sounded like he was on an intercom. “Do you remember how you haven’t fucked me proper yet?” I looked up to his face, grinning ear to ear. He smiled at that. “Look here lad, I want ya a little less fucked up” he gently retorted, “I’ve to have a quick shower myself, but if you head on into the kitchen I promise I’ll be in there in a minute to fuck ya. I’ve a load with your name on it” I swayed/nodded and then saluted. “Right so!” I said, and sauntered off to the kitchen.

Thanks man, in that vein, I'm taking my timejust trying to properly do the K trip justice now... Much fucking harder than I thought. Will put it up shortly

Previously… Pedro had just taken a toke of a joint he’d lit up, and while maintaining a steady fucking rhythm on Kieran, added, “yeah chico, most guys in a sex party don’t like to meet the guy at the door who looks like he could go out and buy a paper. It can kill the buzz”. I beamed at this. Little known to me, I’d been doing the “bedroom lads” a favour by prepping the new lads as they came in. Pedro took a second toke and passed the joint down to Kieran. He took a drag and shotgunned it to me. Pedro looked over at Mac and continued “…but now that the party’s complete, maybe it’s time to break out the K?” Right so… Mac nodded at Pedro and started looking around for the drugs tray. Finn and Pedro were the ones who’d been shown how to divvy up the lines, so we all took a bit of a break while the lads sorted out the tray. Andrew and Kieran went to cleanse again – the others had literally fucked the shit out of them. I was pretty impressed with Andrew’s first time fucking skills. I must get him coked up more often. JP and I had just finished changing the bed sheets (the old ones were almost hard as a rock by now with all the dried lube and sweat) when we saw Richard come in with two shot-glasses with half an eye-dropper of G in each of them and a half-full tetra-pak of orange juice. I knew what that meant. We were out of Irn Bru and all other sweet fizzy drinks. Fuck! In sex parties you can run out of lube, as I mentioned before, and things can grind (or chafe!) to a halt. However in drug fuelled parties, if you run out of sugary drinks it can also put a huge dampener on things. With ecstasy - you need to keep your electrolytes up cause you sweat so much, and with G you need to have something sweet to mask the brutal taste of it. I was hoping Richard wouldn’t mention a shop-run. Some shops would be open on a Sunday morning but I didn’t want to go through the “horrors” of a shop-run. I’d be super paranoid that everyone could tell that I’m high, ugh, no fuckin way. I could imagine it now. The check-out girl in the Tesco giving you serious side-eye as you stock up on lube and fizzy drinks. Some old dear behind you in the queue burning her disapproving glare into your back! Some breeder’s kid pointing at the bottles of lube and saying “what’s that daddy?”. Nah – fuck that. Done enough of them in my time. Richard laughed at me when he saw the dawning look of horror on my face. “Don’t worry Stuart, we’ve got it covered. Don will be heading back this way before we need to top up again and he says he’ll bring supplies. He may have a couple who’ll want to play with us too.” This was mixed news to me. While I loved novelty, and a new couple meant two new asses to fuck and/or dicks to be fucked by, I was also wary of Don, cause he fucked me so roughly last time. As I was thinking about this and knocking back my G and orange juice, the other lads filed back in. Kieran and Andrew were still a bit damp from the shower and were messing about with each-other. Finn, Pedro and Mac came in with the drugs tray and Pedro got everyone’s attention. “Right lads, so what we have here is enough K for everyone – roughly two lines of the stuff which should give you a solid trip in about 5 to 10 minutes. Now remember it’s gonna make you feel very trippy so if you’re not up for it, feel free to give it a miss – more for us then” He looked around at each of us. I knew by looking at them that JP, Andrew and Kieran were all a little wary, but noone spoke up. Pedro handed around the tray with newly chopped straws. I was curious about the straws – why we always needed new ones, but Richard told me later that seemingly there is a small risk of blood transmission if everyone snorts using the same tube – news to me! Looking back I never copped at the time how bizarre it was that Pedro would be so careful about drug tubes, and still only want to fuck bareback. Anyways, by the time the tray was passed to me there were only two lines left. I snorted up mine – got a little bit of a strange numb metallic taste off of it. After snorting the K, I surveyed the scene. JP and Mac were at the back of the bed again, this time sitting up against the wall and jacking eachother. Kieran and Andrew were bent over the right side of the bed away from the window – they’d asked Finn and Richard to check their arses to make sure they were clean. Kieran had obviously liked my chat-up line from earlier. I couldn’t see the lads (Richard and Finn) from this angle, but looking at the faces of the two of them, I presumed Richard was behind Andrew from his facial expressions of shock and bliss. He was nearer to me and easier to check behind him… I leaned over. Yep, there was Richard doing his Mr Miyagi thing. I turned around to Pedro who was also in survey mode, figuring out who he’d join. When I’m high on E in a sex party I tend to want to try everyone at least once. I’ve other friends who just want to be with one guy, and secrete themselves somewhere off in a distant bedroom. I never really got that type – why would they bother going to a sex party in the first place and not simply go for a website hook-up then? Friends tell me it’s about finding a guy with the right chemistry, but for me, when I’m high on E – I just want a whole mess of guys – the more the better. Get that dick in me! And that one! And that one there! And where d’you think you’re going? – Join the queue! I looked over at Pedro. “C’mere papi” I said, grinning like a twat. I sat on the bed and he walked in between my outstretched legs, his cock bobbing at head level. I took the invite and swallowed as much of him as I could. Looking up at Pedro while blowing him was hot, he was tweaking his nipples and gurning his lips. Pedro had a very active mouth when high – he probably ground his teeth too – but the biggest thing I remember is the way he’d make ridiculous faces while under the influence of any uppers – E, Coke, Mephedrone, all of em. For me it’s always hot to see this fucked up drugs-face – smacking your lips, rolling your eyes, running your tongue along the front of your teeth over and over again. I see a guy like that and all I think is – fuck – I want some of what he’s having! I think that and I also think, how do I get this guy alone!? I remember calling out to a guy’s place in Byron Bay in Australia. I chatting to him online from the hostel I was in (again before smart phones and grindr). The guy (early 50s, killer beach bum bod, mohawk, lots of piercings, sleazy as fuck, just the way I like em) was really into lycra and wanted me to model some wrestling singlets and speedos for him, cause he saw I was hung on my Gaydar profile. When I went there, the lad was flying high as a kite – lip-smacking, rubbing his nose, bugging his eyes out and forgetting the thread of our chat every five seconds or so. As I copped it, I could see his paranoia rising or as I like to call it “the Fear” as he knew I knew he was high. I just looked at him and smiled and said “just point me to where your speedos are that you want me to wear, and while I’m trying them on, maybe you could roll up some more of whatever you’ve been smoking and share it?” He laughed at that and we went on to have a very hot session with eachother on weed and coke (and also tag-teamed another fuckbud of his that he had “doublebooked” later that night – man that was fuckin hot – but I digress). Pedro pushed me off his cock back onto the bed and got up beside me. We were lying facing each-other on the left lower quarter near the chair. He ran his hand sensually down my shoulder, along my flank, making a slow throaty purr as he ran his fingers down, fingertips just skating over my skin, ever so slowly over my stomach and down to my cock. “Fucking hell chico, I love this milky white skin of yours” I’d leaned in to kiss the rose-tattoo on his pec and looked back up at his face. He was chewing on his lower lip and looking over the guys fucking on the bed (Richard and Finn were now starting to fuck Andrew and Kieran respectively). I looked down to his throbbing wet dick. “You wanna fuck too?” I asked him. He looked back to me and chuckled, “yeah chico that’d be nice”. He was slurring his words into a drawl at this stage. I wasn’t quite sure how many drugs I or Pedro had taken up until now, but our high was getting a little odd – mostly euphoric and delicious and wonderful, but also a little disconnected. I shook it off and positioned myself doggy-style on the bed. Pedro handed me some poppers and knelt behind me and started to slip his cock in. At this stage of the night there was very little resistance, I just breathed in the poppers and then as the surge of want washed over me, I signalled to Pedro to shove the rest in. I sighed in relief as I once again felt whole – there was a cock up my ass – everything was right with the world. Pedro was thrusting into me with an odd on-again-off-again rhythm. He leaned down over my shoulder. “How’s that feel chico?” “Ah yeah, that’s the stuff Pedro… but steadier eh?” and I ground my open hole back onto him, his cock bottoming out in me, “I need you in me, fast and deep, more regular” With that he pulled out, bending his rock-hard 9 inches at my hole and waited. “What the fuck Pedro? Get it in there!” I put my hands behind me and pulled my cheeks apart. Nothing. I winked my hole at him, “C’mon Pedro, what you waiting for?” He smirked and said “Beg for it, you bossy fuck!” “What?” “I wanna hear you beg me chico! I’m the one in charge here” “Really? Um..” I was feeling pretty dizzy at this stage and normally would have been into the roleplay but I was just feeling a bit out of sync with Pedro – like I wasn’t getting into his rhythm. “…ok, fine” I said cockily with a smirk of my own, “I’ll take my hole where it’s appreciated!” The look on Pedro’s face was priceless as I picked myself up and on my knees, scooted up to the two lads up top – Mac and JP. Mac at this point was sitting facing me being blown by JP. Meanwhile JP himself was being blown by Kieran. I looked at Mac’s rock-hard monster of a bottle cock – and touched JP on the shoulder. He looked up at me as I guided his face up off of Mac. I asked “can I take over for a bit”. JP smiled and cupped my jaw to kiss me. Moving up over Mac’s legs, positioning his cock under my hole, I stopped kissing JP and turned to Mac and asked, “is this seat taken” and then sat down on his holewrecker of a cock. Now I’d love to say I slid down in one slick smooth motion, but honesty where it’s due – it took three hits of poppers before I got that monster two thirds into me. Mac was delighted I finally felt brave enough and JP was egging me on and holding the poppers for me and even feeding them to me – pressing one nostril closed at a time for me to sniff them, while I used both my hands to balance my squatting position on the bed. Even Pedro forgot our play-tiff and came up behind me and helped hold Mac’s cock steady for me. Air’s “Sexy Boy” was playing in the background as I stuffed him into me in stages, and fuck it if the cocktail of drugs wasn’t making me feel just that – sexy as fuck and surrounded by hot lads. To start with I got his head to shove in easily enough through my asslips, and it didn’t take too long for my ass to get used to it. I passed JP the poppers cause my hands were pretty lubey and it was getting hard to open them. JP, mindreader that he was, took them and without direction fed ’em to me twice at each nostril – yer a star JP! Mac’s cock felt enormous, my sphincter felt like a taut elastic band around him as I got down to two thirds. Aussies have a great word for fucking – “to root” and right now I felt like Mac had put a fuckin tree-root in me – this huge heavy unyielding mass filling me up. I could feel Pedro’s breath behind my shoulder as he came up to rub my ass cheeks and hold Mac’s cock in place, although the caverject made sure there was no hope of it buckling. I looked to him as he started to tentatively get some movement going. I nodded and he began a slow pace. I was sitting on him and started to syncopate it – I think that’s the right word – as in, to match his pace with an equal but opposite rhythm and by doing so double the distance he went out and in again. I still kept it to two thirds deep – y’know – a normal cock’s depth. A little time into this and I started finding it tough to keep the timing right. I remember leaning over to Kieran, who’d been snogging JP while being powerfucked by Finn and leaning over to tease JP and him into a threeway snog. However as I did that I pulled out a little two much and fell onto my right knee and was rewarded by a gutpunch of a fuck by Mac as he finally pushed that last third into me. Though here’s the odd part, it didn’t hurt as I thought it would. In fact it really didn’t hurt at all. I was delighted with this and pulled back from the lads and experimentally got back into my squat to try a few proper thrusts. Bingo! My body was fully on board with the fucking! And man was I on board. I started to fuckin bounce up and down on Mac’s joystick and rode him for all I was worth. His dick was like a drug of its own – my nerves were squealing with pleasure as he stretched me out with each plunge. His dick was wider toward the base – maybe 8 inches circumference – I’m not that savvy on girth measurements – but it was thick as fuck. Normally I don’t like carrot dicks (as I call wide-based cocks) cause they’re always stretching you and your hole never gets fully used to them, but I was loving Mac’s treeroot of cock. I remember a few seconds later JP getting rimmed by Pedro while Kieran and I licked the sweat off of eachother’s faces like dogs, I stopped feeling – how would I put this? Intact? The K was kicking in and I was starting to fully disconnect.

Love people's stories about fucking their dealer - always a fetish of mine.

Previously… I heard the hall door open and looked over to see Finn and Mac come in. Finn laughed when he saw me and clapped his hands, saying “well done Stuart, you sure fucked the hell out of Richard!” Mac reached over to sink and picked up the drugs tray. They turned to go back to the bedroom. Mac turned his head back to me, “you coming?” I started to reply when I heard the doorbell. I replied, “I’ll be in just after I get that” and grabbed a towel from the floor. Right so… Wrapping one of Pedro’s towels around me, I looked at the clock in the hall. It was 7am. Who on earth would be coming over at this time? Richard came out of the living room as I made my way down, and seeing that I at least had a towel on, ushered me past him to open the door. Opening it just a crack at first, I looked up to see pure sex leaning against the wall. Standing at 5’8 and perfectly proportioned, was a lad wearing an open grey and black-patterned woollen cardigan that framed his muscular chest. His pecs were barely contained in a tight white t-shirt. He looked up through a floppy fringe of dark hair. He had short back and sides like Harry, but not as curly up top. He was one of those guys who always looks like they’re wearing a bit of eyeliner cause of their thick long dark eyelashes. He flashed a killer smile at me (someone had paid good money for that smile – dead straight teeth – lucky bastard!) and asked “Is this Pedro’s?” I raised an eyebrow and said “sorry lad you got the wrong apartment” and closed the door… … Seconds later I opened it again to see the guy looking very fucking puzzled. I laughed, “I’m just fuckin with ya, you’re in the right place” I quipped, and opened the door to him. “The name’s Stuart and this here…”, pointing at the naked bear beside me, “…is Richard” “Kieran”, the studmuffin said in a Cumbrian accent, reaching out to play with the hair on Richard’s chest. I apologised, “sorry for fuckin you around, but I couldn’t help myself”, and held out my hand to shake. “S’alright,” Kieran replied, and he then took my hand and yanked me toward him in a very fluid motion, and proceeded to put his other arm around me. He then leaned in to kiss me briefly on the lips before continuing, “I’d like to fuck around with you too boyo, so, where are the rest of the lads?” His breath reeked of cigarettes, bad breath and cider – I’d have to diplomatically put him in the direction of the bathroom. I started running my hand down his t-shirted chest – all fuckin muscle, not an ounce of flab. Fuckin nice! “Down in the guest bedroom, but you might want to clean up first, the bathroom’s third door on the left” Kieran smiled and stumbled/leaned against the wall. Now that I could get a good look at him, it was obvious he was pretty trashed. “Rightio”, he asked, a bit sozzledly as he absent-mindedly mussed his floppy hair, “have you been out partying all night then?” “A bit alright, though it looks like you have too” “Aye, I have and I’m hoping to keep going for a while yet” and he pulled out a bag of Es. “These here are Ghosties, you ever had any?” “No, but I’ll trade you a Blue Angel to try one?” “Aw nice one, I love Blueys”, he said just before hiccupping, “did I tell ya, that I won a contest?” We went up the hall and I got him a Blue Angel and a glass of Irn Bru. Finn was in the kitchen prepping shots of G. I introduced him to Kieran. They took each-other’s measure. Kieran asked, “what ya making there Finn?” “I’m just doin up shots of G for the lads.” “Oh I heard about that stuff. Any good?” Finn smiled as he copped how wasted Kieran was, “aye it’s great for making sober guys feel drunk and horny superfast, but eh, if you’re, ahem, already pretty drunk, it’ll just knock you out” Kieran smiled and loudly whispered to me “I guess I can’t have any o’ yer special pop then, cuz I’m”, he hiccupped, “waaaaankered!” He then turned to Finn, “did I tell ya Finn that I won a contest?” I automatically shifted into host-mode, “it’s alright Kieran, we’ll catch you up to speed”, and I turned to him raising my shot glass of Irn-Bru/G, “Sláinte!” We knocked back our drugs and I brought Kieran out to the hall to go to the bathroom. We paused by the open guest bedroom door “fer a wee gander” (Kieran’s words not mine). Inside Pedro was being blown by JP, who was lying down on the bed (which was stripped of everything but a sheet). JP was a bit distracted, cause at that moment Andrew was bouncing up and down on his cock, having been revved up by a line of coke. Mac was moving about bringing the drugs tray to everyone and came over to us with the two fresh cut straws. “Don’t mind if I do” Kieran chimed as he took a straw in one hand and “shook hands” with Mac’s massive bobbing cock – that Caverject was doing the trick. After I did a line, Mac put the tray down and went back to the lads to see if he could DP Andrew. Pedro turned to us while gagging JP on his cock. “Hey studs, no clothes allowed in here. Stuart!” Kieran gave Pedro an affirmative salute and turned to me, “Bathroom, now!” I laughed and quickly brought him through, got him a towel and showed him a good spot to stash his clothes. After a little bit of searching I gave him a fisherman’s friend from JP’s stash and then showed him the douche function on the shower head. He grinned and it was obvious the coke had sobered him up a bit as he started to rattle off his sexual likes and dislikes. “…Oh fuck yeah, I love it up the bum mate, but me lass is rubbish at using the dildo I got her…” Or something like that. I remember something about him being bisexual. Truth is, I zoned out as this perfect fuckin specimen, stripped in front of me – the lad was fuckin unbelievable –I felt my cock respond watching his two meaty pecs reveal themselves after he peeled his sweaty t-shirt off. Below them was a fuckin washboard stomach that effortlessly flexed like an accordion as he bent down to pull his socks off. His whole body was an anatomy lesson –biceps and triceps and then – oh fuck – his beautiful legs. I’ve a thing for legs – I love fuckin me a rugby player cause of their meaty thighs, but this fella, fuck! They were proper sculpted looking – all defined hamstrings and quads and all those ligaments around the knee standing out like a football player’s. He caught me staring – not that I was hiding – and he stretched his muscular legs and went on the tips of his toes. Then bending at the knee he did some sort of fancy dance move, that while you’d think would look a bit feminine, actually looked pretty fucking cool. Some sort of pivot or – oh I dunno – dancing’s always been a world apart for me – it looked cool though. I’ll give it that. “That there’s part of the sword dance I won the contest with”, Kieran mentioned, “I’m now up for the finals in the Highland Games.” “Well I guess that means you’ll be passing through Glasgow again, on your way up north”. I reached out and rubbed his meaty pec, pausing at the nipple. “Oh yeah definitely!” he smiled and bit his lower lip as I continued to work a circular motion. “What’s your number so?” Our banter continued on as I pushed him to the toilet to douche and prepare himself. As he was sitting there we had a back and forth about our lives growing up in Cumberland and Skye. He turned out to be a lovely chap, did Kieran, though I never pushed him about his obvious cheating on his girlfriend – not my battle, not any shit I wanted to get involved with, though I did promise to never directly text him about sex, but always mention meeting up for a coffee (yeah – that ole’ chestnut). I was running my hands up and down his muscular legs, kneading the defined calves and rubbing his powerful thighs as he sat there grinning from ear to ear, almost fuckin purring. After a while, I told him I should probably check to see if his ass was fully clean after douching – that line never gets old, and soon enough I had a high-as-a-kite naked muscle hunk bent over the bath spreading his cheeks for me. His missus obviously didn’t care about him shaving his hole, cause he was completely bald around there. I ran my wet thumb up and down the side of his pucker, spreading out his muscular glutes. It was pure pleasure licking my thumbs and watching his impressive back muscles flex, as I inched ever nearer his highly sensitive pucker, which was quivering in anticipation. I licked my index finger and made the reverse come-over-here motion, a move I first came across reading it in a gay mag. Basically if you make the “come-over-here” motion, you’ve your hand upturned and you’re pulling your index finger to you. The reverse of this is to have your hand upturned still, but to reverse the index finger motion against the asshole, it’s the easiest motion to get your finger in without hurting the other lad. As I started to pry his tight hole open, working the finger in as gently as I could, I heard him groan his approval. I long ago learned to keep my nails short and filed for this kinda activity. As I continued to run my other hand stroking from his meaty thighs to his rippling back, I started to feel that “bell-drop” in the back of my brain. We were both coming up on our pills now. I started to push a second finger in. Yeah, as I closed my eyes, that beautiful familiar feeling started surging through me. I shuddered right down to my disappearing fingers – I hazily tried a third one. I could hear Kieran in the distance rumbling/purring. I mumbled “er oo coming up yeh Kieran?” as I leaned my mouth against his ass-cheek and started lapping at the white smooth globes. Kieran said something incomprehensible and moved his arm underneath him to push back his cock. Taking the hint, I licked a trail down his taint to his loose big balls and swelling cock. Gently nibbling on his balls I watched as Kieran’s veiny cock grew and thickened. I played with the soft foreskin as it pulled back and revealed the pinkish head. Then I took the head in my mouth while I still could – soon it wouldn’t be able to be pushed back so far. He tasted of sweat and something strange. I pulled back a bit, what the fuck was that taste – like a sharp metallic blood and bad breath together at once…. Oh fuck! Oh shit, that’s nasty! I stood up. Kieran looked back at me imploringly. “Hey lad, why’d you stop?” I gagged and pointed to the shower and said, “go wash your girlfriend off of ya first lad!” and looked around for mouthwash. Finding some and rinsing and spitting into the sink, I heard Kieran chuckle and mumble some sort of apology behind me. The shower was turned on, and second later I heard him say “oh fuck now it’s hitting me…” I couldn’t stay pissed at him, even for making me perform second-hand cunnilingus. Coming up in the shower is a beautiful thing. You can almost feel every droplet of water hitting you, and time slows down and you’re absorbed in the rhythm of the pouring water/rain/life. It can get kinda spiritual. I jumped in with him and let the water engulf me. The wave of E-pleasure washed down over me as I sought out Kieran’s face under the spray. Wiping back his hair I said “Don’t worry about your cock and welcome to Pedro’s Kieran. We’re all delighted you came.” He leant in and kissed me there and pushed me against the wall to kiss me deeper and more passionately. Man – there is something about the right guy kissing you – it can feel better than an orgasm – it probably helped that we were both high as kites, but fuck was he a good kisser – really powerful and commanding – pushing me back against the bathroom’s tiled wall, cupping my chin and darting in and out for my tongue. Our mouths were the sole focus of my attention – like those body parts had become disembodied from the rest. It was a wonderful incredibly “present” moment (yeah I know that sounds fucking cheesy as fuck) and man, what I would give for more fucking moments like that in my life, but you can’t force these things. We let our E-high rush over us as we snogged the face off of each-other, and eventually finished up our shower and towelled off. When I lead the high dancer back into the bedroom wearing only a towel, I was sure I’d make the others take a second to catch their breaths, looking at his muscles and just his physical perfection – the lad was stacked like a Greek sculpture– but no – when we entered the room it was the sight (and sounds) of what the lads were doing that made us miss a breath… We walked over to where Pedro was sitting on a chair at the window side of the bed. The curtains were closed against the morning light, but some of it was creeping in to glint off of his golden skin and his tattooed arms. He was letting Finn work on his deepthroat. Finn was lying on his back on the bed and leaning his head back to see how little gag reflex he had left for Pedro – very little was the answer – it was crazy to see that much cock go down his throat. Andrew was “reverse cowboy-ing” up and down on Finn’s cock, head back and quite a fast rhythm going, his bouncing body making shadowplay back and forth over JP and Mac who were lying to the back of the bed 69ing eachother. It was a pleasure watching Finn’s cock disappear into Andrew’s pale smooth arse with a smack. Finn definitely knew how to fuck and Andrew – high on MDMA and whatever else he’d done in the meantime, was a slave to Finn’s dick. The noises that were coming out of him! These were only matched by the noises from JP who was doing his best to swallow Mac’s monster cock. There’s that classic comedy quote that a good blowjob should sound like a mix of retarded and choking. Well JP was like a deaf-person showing someone how to gargle. (Sorry – I know that’s pretty insensitive and I apologise to all people who are offended by that, but jeezus, you’re reading about my memory of a drug-fuelled gay orgy, I mean, c’mon?). We were taking in the scene in the bedroom like a porn shoot. I was giving Kieran everybody’s names again – “The lad with the massive cock in the 69 in Mac… the swordswallower there is Finn…” I was guessing Richard was keeping the other bathroom occupied when I felt two hands on my arse-cheeks. I staggered as Richard set himself up behind me to start rimming me again. Kieran quickly grabbed me by the arm and looked behind me with a smile. “Looks like someone’s set their sights on yer arse Stu” I wavered a bit in my response and then grabbed Kieran’s other shoulder to steady myself, “ Aw fuck… Kieran, before you leave, promise me…. Oh fuck… Promise me you’ll let …Ah Jaysis… I mean… let Richard rim you….” Kieran smiled and leant in close to me. With a cheeky smile he started kissing my right arm from my elbow to my shoulder and ran on this line of kisses to the nape of my neck. (On a side note - Has anyone else ever noticed how some bisexual guys tend to be more romantic when they start at ya? Jeez – sometimes I wanna say – look lad, I’m not a girl – ya don’t have to whisper sweet nothings into my ear to get me ready to go. Though sometimes I’ll have to admit, it is kinda nice – anyways sorry – I digress). I turned my head down to touch foreheads with him. A bead of sweat was trickling down his nose and as I turned my face it brushed off of my upper lip, I heard Kieran take a sudden sharp breath. His face was a mix of anticipation and delight and it was then I realised, I wasn’t the only one now being rimmed. Pedro had turned in his chair to pull apart Kieran’s cheeks and was doing very good work to judge by Kieran’s expressions. I leant in to kiss him. Only his face was in my vision and yet wonderful fucking things were being done to my ass. Oh man – those fucking electric moments in a good drugged up orgy. As I was passionately kissing Kieran I felt a shock of cold air. Richard had taken his mouth away. What the fuck? A few seconds later I felt a cool slick feeling as someone squeezed some lube on my crack. I smiled into my kiss with Kieran – fuck – Ok so – here we go again! I decided I wouldn’t turn around to see who it was but try to guess by the cock and the fucking. It definitely wasn’t Pedro, as he also stood up and started to line his cock up with Kieran’s muscle-butt hole. I felt a tip being lined up against my hole too and I realised it couldn’t be Finn either cause the cock head felt too big and he was somewhere fucking Andrew who was a total bottom. Kieran and I naturally slowed down our licking and kissing eachother so we could concentrate more on allowing the cocks in. I raised my eyebrow at him as he gave me that cross-eyed reaction – My expression meaning “yeah I remember Pedro’s cock too!” The head passed the sphincter and paused for a second as more lube was applied. I felt a thumb rub some lube on the shaft that was just at the entry point of my sphincter – the delicate tissue registered a well trimmed nail, which ruled out JP and Mac whose fingers were a bit rougher, although I’d already ruled out Mac cause of the size. “Right so”, I thought, as the shaft started to work on stretching my hole, and the head started to prod my prostate gingerly, “it must have been Richard all along”. Although I had to admit, it was a fun way to process the fuck. I reached back to run my fingers through Richard’s chest only to encounter smooth taut skin. The cock pulled back and slammed into me. “How’d you like that ya Proddy bastard?” Fuckin Andrew! I laughed into my kiss with Kieran and broke off to turn back to my “top”, Andrew. “Well, I’m seeing a new side of you lad!” “It must be all that coke, but I think I can fuck you Stuart” (Andrew’s reason for being a total bottom was that he didn’t feel anything much from topping and would lose his hard-on pretty quick once inside a guy) I grunted as I adapted to Andrew’s slightly off rhythm. “Mmmfh! Just try to get a decent rhythm going lad”, I replied as I avoided almost splitting Kieran’s lip after an unexpected thrust from behind smacked me into him. He took my advice and grabbed my hips, closing his eyes to try and just feel every sensation around his cock. He began to thrust again, this time more confidently. “Aw Stu, I think I know why guys top now. It’s like all my cock senses are heightened and I can feel the warm juicy pressure. Mmm – Aw I wanna split your ass like a plum. I just wanna pound you till you take my load.” Andrew was being unusually verbal, but I didn’t mind. His fucking skills weren’t too bad, all things considered. I was on alert for any other dodgy thrusts, but he seemed to have cooled down a bit into a working rhythm. Kieran had wisely moved his head to the side and was kissing the nape of my neck again. Pedro was a pro and giving the lad a gentle first (gay) fuck of the night. I mentally added “fucking Kieran” to my to-do list – the view I had of Pedro slowly shoving his cock in, was sweet! He looked down at me and passed me down a bottle of poppers surreptitiously. I immediately understood his meaning. I looked back to see Andrew leaning back and snogging Richard. Perfect. What Pedro had basically intimated to me, was that I should take my poppers while Andrew was distracted, cause getting Andrew high on poppers right now would just make the lad fall straight back into jerky uncomfortable sex, and also it could make a natural bottom like him lose his hard-on. I held it in place for Kieran to take a sniff from each nostril and then did the same before barely managing to put the bottle down as the rush came on. Soon afterwards we were snogging each-other and high as kites, and goddamn if those cocks slipping in and out of our asses weren’t like beams of pure fucking pleasure shooting straight to our brain. Poppers and ecstasy man. Pure fuckin perfection. Kieran was panting into my face as Pedro increased his rhythm. I slobbered a kiss to him, as he held my arms to steady himself from a Pedro’s increased pace. Andrew had stopped kissing Richard and was being told how to fuck me from Pedro from what seemed like miles above our heads. He quickened up to match Pedro’s pace. It was then I realised we were in classic “building a bridge” at the end of the bed. “Building a bridge” is a sex move where two people facing each-other are being fucked doggy style, while holding onto each-other for support/kissing. It’s a classic orgy move, and I love it cause you can almost feel what it’s like to be fucked by two different guys at the same time, cause (especially when you’re high) you can read the other bottom’s reactions as if they’re your own. As the poppers rush subsided, Pedro slowed down a little and Andrew followed suit. The bed was bouncing on my right and I looked over to see Finn with his back on the bed and legs up on Richard’s shoulders getting fucked. Mac was jacking himself once more on his own. It’s a sad fact that guys with monster cocks can sound extremely popular but generally have to wait for a while in a house party before they can get their fucking in – in my experience anyways, it usually takes guys a while to be high or loose enough to take guys like Mac. I beckoned him over and he sat on the edge of the bed, massive cock sticking between Kieran and me. We both went for it – Mac loved his cock getting “worshipped” by two guys and let out some sounds of appreciation as Kieran took the head and I tongued the shaft. I was thinking that it didn’t feel like too long since myself and Richard had been doing the same thing but cause of the drugs that was over 9 or 10 hours ago. I tasted some ass juice on Mac’s cock and after a particularly pleasurable rush of ecstasy coursed through the back of my brain, I asked, “who’ve you been fucking Mac?” “Richard, Finn and Andrew so far, lad” (well, that put me in my place – I obviously hadn’t a clue what had been going on) “Oh right! And I was thinking you were only getting blown mostly, cause of the fucking size of ya” Mac chuckled, Kieran chuckled too, though it was a bit muffled on Mac’s cock. “Nah lad, everyone’s been having a go, you’ve just spent too long in the bathroom as the party greeter to notice!” A party greeter? I suppose it was a good term. I love novelty, and I always took it upon myself to make sure new guys are made comfortable. Also cause I’m not into scat I guess it’s a good way of making sure a guy is clean. I must have been contemplating this a bit too long, cause Mac looked down at me and said “Aw Stuart I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It’s great that someone helps new people get in the mood. I know I don’t have it in me” Pedro had just taken a toke of a joint he’d lit up, and while maintaining a steady fucking rhythm on Kieran, added, “yeah chico, most guys in a sex party don’t like to meet the guy at the door who looks like he could go out and buy a paper. It can kill the buzz”. I beamed at this. Little known to me, I’d been doing the “bedroom lads” a favour by prepping the new lads as they came in. Pedro took a second toke and passed the joint down to Kieran. He took a drag and shotgunned it to me. Pedro looked over at Mac and continued “…but now that the party’s complete, maybe it’s time to break out the K?”

Sorry about the bold text in the last submission. Not sure how that happened. Anyways the next installment will be up by latest tomorrow (where the promised ketamine and hot dancer both make an entrance) Cheers

Previously… Andrew pulled out a small diary and said to Harry “Which of the following days are you free next week?” Myself and JP giggled as Harry looked over the diary, and said, pencil me in for “Thursday afternoon”. Andrew looked over at us too – “boys, you’re welcome to join in if you’re free?” “maybe-e-e-e” I managed to giggle out as JP started nibbling my earlobe. Harry grabbed Andrew by his shirt collar and kissed him full on the mouth and then said, “alrighty boys, have fun, Stuart I’ll call you tomorrow” and with that left. After he left, my body quickly let me know I couldn’t hold in JP’s pee any more, Andrew and I swapped seats. I hadn’t been expecting to douche twice in one night, but fuck it. As we all showered and dried off, Andrew said to me, “I didn’t expect you to get that into roleplaying with JP Stuart? You seemed to just go for it!” I just turned to them and said “and what’s it matter to you, ya wee Taig cunt?” and left the bathroom. Right so… Andrew caught up with me in the hallway with JP. The two of them looked a bit shocked. “How’d you know we called each-other that? “Well lads, it was hardly rocket science. Andrew- you’ve been asking me to do your Northern Irish police-IRA fantasy with you for ages, and now you’ve got someone else from the North… Andrew and JP seemed to relax with that answer. JP turned to Andrew and whispered “you’ll always be my Fenian terrorist bastard!” Andrew laughed and replied “and you’ll always be my proddy Queen-loving scum”, and leaned in to passionately kiss JP there in the hall, so I went in for the kill… “…also the fact that I saw it all recorded on Pedro’s phone a few hours ago, helps too” Andrew and JP jolted apart with that bit of info. “Jesus H Christ”, JP blurted out, “I knew he didn’t fuckin delete it!” “What do you mean lads? You didn’t know you were being recorded?” “No Stuart, we knew that, but Pedro promised us he’d delete it.” “Well if it’s any consolation I wasn’t meant to see it. He’d just taken a recording of him fucking me and wanted to show it to me, and my fingers slipped while he was pounding me. I ended up opening this whole library of homemade porn on his phone” Andrew turned back to JP. “JP, we’re gonna have to get that phone, if anyone sees that back home, I’m royally fucked”. I turned back to them, “Lads, I think I have a plan.” Back in the kitchen Pedro, Finn and Mac were tag-teaming Richard against the counter. On the other counter was the drugs tray and Pedro’s phone by the sink. A pumping bassline could be heard from the living-room – someone finally sorted the music out – it sounded like a club-remix but was still fairly pop-adjacent – there was Robyn’s None of Dem, a remix of Britney’s Gimme More – stuff like that. At least Harry wasn’t around to complain. To be honest, as I tapped Pedro on the back and he stepped aside to give me a whack at Richard’s very lubey ass, I had kinda gotten into the music. It was lyrics-lite but at the same time had a decent bass and rhythm for fucking. Richard’s ass felt like warm butter, there was a lot of lube (and was that cum?) already dripping onto my cock and pubes. He noticed the change of partner and turned back to pull me into him. As we made eye contact, he smiled and grabbed my hips with his hands and pulled me fully into him. “Get in there!” he uttered and his over-the-shoulder dilated-drunk gaze said it all, he needed me to fuck him till he was raw. Refreshed from JP’s MDMA piss, I pulled out to tip, slapped his ass with a cupped hand (I’ve done African drumming in the past, so I know how to really fucking slap an ass – get a drummer friend to slap you like a Djembe and you’ll know what I’m on about) and slammed my cock back into him. Richard’s eyes rolled. “Fucking nice!” he said. I laughed and continued to pull almost out, and slam back in. While this was going on I saw Pedro preparing up some lines and chopping straws for JP and Andrew. The boys were on their knees and had to take a break from sucking Finn and Mac’s cocks to snort some of the coke or MDMA – it looked the same to me. Pedro confirmed it was the last of the MDMA I’d paid for (with fuckin’ bruises on my arse – thank you Don!) and that they’d been waiting for us to come back to use it. As he handed me the tray and the straw, he asked me if I wanted another couple of my pills – ah I still had about a days’ supply of pills – life was fuckin good! I said I’d wait a little and snorted two lines of MDMA off the tray I’d balanced on Richard’s back (who was kind enough to stay still). Pedro showed me where he’d put my pills in the kitchen, and said he’d brought all the stuff from the living room cause he’d got a bit paranoid about glass shards in the living room. As he handed the tray to Richard, he asked me if I could feel the MDMA kicking in yet? As if on cue, Robyn’s lyrics cut in from the living room singing “none of these drugs get me high”. In complete opposite, I started to feel the MDMA activate in my bloodstream, I could hear my heartbeat increase and closed my eyes as they began to throb to the rhythm of my heart. Pedro’s voice faded to the background as the MDMA high rushed through my system. It’s always been a mixed bag with me and MDMA – either it comes on strong as fuck or barely anything happens – and it’s not because of a bad cut – I’ve had friends get fucked up on it while I’m sitting there twiddling my thumbs. However this stuff was electric, and I could feel it spreading through every capillary of my body, strengthening with every lub and dub of my hearbeat. Quickly that’s what I was all about – rhythm. I fell in against Richard’s sweat-covered back (luckily he’d just done his lines and passed the tray back to Pedro), and pushing down on his shoulders, the MDMA high made me focussed so all my thoughts were about the best position and I had the energy to sustain a high-powered fuck. Reaching my right hand to Richard’s hips I pushed his hips down as we both pushed our feet out to the side. Satisfied with the level he was at, it might have been a bit awkward for him to hold, but Richard was a trooper, I pulled my hands back to his hips and started to rabbit-fuck that poor hole. Pedro looked on, eyes black and sneering lips, as he gurned and jacked himself looking at me take Richard’s ass for a proper spin. Getting down on his back, he slid himself under our pounding slapping smacking bodies and slid under us, opening his mouth for all the cum and lube and sweat that was dripping from our fucking. I was fucking Richard like I wanted to push my pelvis through to occupy the same point in space and time as his. Laws of Relativity be damned, I wanted to break physics for this fuck. I tightened my grip on his sweat-drenched hips and sped up. I twisted and flowed with the rhythm as I visualised my fuck as an x-ray. Those blue angels must have been laced with LSD, with the shite I was seeing. I kept seeing these blue-white images of two x-rayed pelvises clashing together in different conformations, as the tempo steadily increased. I pounded Richard ferociously. I could hear him at a distance repetitively going “Ah ah ah ah…” His grunts came in rapid succession as I slam-fucked his ass. I cupped my hand and slapped his cheeks too for extra accompaniment. Our pelvises met like clapping hands. I was making a thumping fuck-music, with my drummer’s slaps, Pedro’s cries egging me on, and Richard’s ragged gasps all serving as a counterpoint. The rest of the world around me went quiet – all there was, was this beat. I was a perfectly oiled fucking machine pushing in and out of this beautiful fuck-hole. My vision was blinkered so that I was in a perfect night-black sea of fucking, the only bright image being Richard’s slapped-raw-red ass. I don’t know how long this went on, but eventually I felt a hand at my crotch slowing me down, and two hands hooked around my waist pulling me off of him. I had to blink a few times to take in the painful lights and the terrible feeling of there not being a piece of ass on my still thrusting cock. “Stuart” I heard someone distant say. “Chico!” That was Pedro. Mac and Pedro had pulled me off Richard after Richard had begged me for the third time to stop pounding him. He was wobbly in getting to his feet across from me. He looked over at me with a mix of hurt and gratitude. I saw cum still dripping from his cock. After they propped me up against the kitchen counter, Pedro waved Mac back to the bedroom where the others had gone to fuck. Pedro looked at Richard and then at me. “You guys ok?” “Yeah”, Richard croaked, “you go on”. “Yeah” I mumbled, still a bit disconnected. Pedro got up and left us in the kitchen. I looked at Richard and started to apologise, but he cut me off. “Stuart, say nothing” he interrupted me. “That was some fuck! I can count on my hand the amount of times I’ve come while on E. So, no fucking apologies. The guys were able to make sure you didn’t get too out of hand.” He grimaced as he rubbed his glowing-red ass. I could see distinct handprints at the edges of the redness – which I guess meant all the rest of the red was overlaid slap-marks – fuck – I slapped the shit out of him! He saw me staring and getting a bit pale with my realisation of how brutal I’d been. “Stuart, I’m fine. Honestly. I’m actually a bit chuffed. I haven’t had a fuck like that in years. I must have cum buckets into Pedro’s mouth. Richard poured me a glass of water from the tap. “Here”, he indicated. I took the glass from him and sipped. My mind was still starting to unwind from the fast paced fucking-mode I’d been in. All my senses, all those that were unnecessary to fucking, were waking up again and confusing me. Richard sat beside me for a while and after a little while he was successful in talking me out of my twitchy-paranoid high state to a more relaxed one. When he was sure I was calming down a little, he kissed me on the forehead and said he was off to check out the computer and would be in the guest bedroom shortly. Richard left the door ajar and then I was alone in the kitchen. After a while of staring at the opposite counter (it could have been ten minutes or an hour – time is a bit loose on E) I remembered there was something I was meant to do. I didn’t know what but I knew it was on the opposite counter by the sink. I got up, kinda shakily, and made my way to the area by the sink. I saw Pedro’s phone and pressed the menu button. It lit up. It wasn’t locked. Suddenly I remembered what I had planned with JP and Andrew – it all came tumbling back. I looked over at the living room door and fully closed it. Turning my attention back to the phone, I started going through the gallery. Then opening the video files I looked for mine and saw there was a more recent one. It was of me and Richard. Pedro had taken a video of us a little while after I started. I saw how high I looked as I started to drag Richard into a good fuck position and then start pounding him mechanically. Thank fuck Richard was high too, cause I think if he hadn’t he would have run for the hills – I was insatiable! I was punishing his poor hole with my pace and power. I was thinking, “how did I not notice Pedro having a phone the whole time?” and that’s when I noticed Pedro in the shot, sliding in under the two of us, which meant someone else was shooting – probably Mac, I thought. As I clicked through the video, I then saw the option to send them via email and thought first of Pedro’s phonebill, but then thought “fuck it, he wasn’t thinking of my privacy” and sent the ones containing me and Andrew and JP to my email before deleting them. As I went back through the other files I saw one titled titled “Don/Joao/Emmett” – and my thinking at the time was that maybe I could use this to curry favour with Don if Pedro got pissed off that I deleted his porn stash. I’m still not sure exactly what motivated me to send it, but it went with the others to my email account and was deleted. Then I deleted the sent emails and set the phone back on the counter. Seeing Finn’s tracksuit pants piled in the corner of the counter I picked them up and put the phone under them. I hoped Pedro would be too high to remember his phone for the next while and by the time he did, we’d all be finished. I heard the hall door open and looked over to see Finn and Mac come in. Finn laughed when he saw me and clapped his hands, saying “well done Stuart, you sure fucked the hell out of Richard!” Mac reached over to sink and picked up the drugs tray. They turned to go back to the bedroom. Mac turned his head back to me, “you coming?” I started to reply when I heard the doorbell. I replied, “I’ll be in just after I get that” and grabbed a towel from the floor.

Lol - the only thing fictional about mine was that I didn't have all the fucks in the same day...

I think I've won at this conversation - the only cartoon character you should fuck is... JIZ!!!!! Best fuckin youtube parody out there

Speaking of chem holes, the next stage is all about the K we took that night and the dancer Kieran makes his appearance finally too!

A guy I know once said he got fucked through his leather chaps while looking over a railing on a pride float. He didn't turn around to find out who it was either. Just let him at it. I think there might be a Cazzo or Wurstfilm like that too?

Previously… This pounding went on for an age. Richard could take all I could give him. Sweat was dripping down our faces and backs, and adding lube to where we joined. Ecstasy makes you sweat gallons, so I was delighted to be passed an Irn-bru by Finn. Two of them in shot glasses. Oh right so – time for another shot of G. Richard and I stayed still, still locked together and knocked back our shots. I grimaced at the vile taste again and looked over to see Harry had already taken his. He was now pulling off his blue jockstrap and repositioning himself for Finn who was returning. I looked around for the other two, an hour must have passed by now, when through the living room door came the guys, Mac sporting a massive throbbing 9 inch erection, with easily 7 inches of girth at the base. Pedro was wearing his dressing gown again and smiled at us as Mac came over and fed me his monster. “I’m just going to let the lads in”, he mentioned, and walked out. Right so… Richard tapped Mac on his hip to get his attention. “Mac”, he asked, “would ya mind going over to the computer and turning on the music for the mood? I think Pedro has a playlist already set-up” At this point Harry had moved over to set himself up on the couch just beside Richard. He bent over the place just vacated by Mac. I welcomed him with a playful smack on the ass (not a punch like Don – which reminded me – my ass was still sore – I was to develop some serious fuckin bruises over the next few days – from Don and from what happened later on). Right at that point though, the mix of coke and E that was flooding through my system brought me right back to the matter at hand, I was fucking Richard over a couch. “We” were fucking – it was hard at this point to separate ourselves in him and I – we were bonding in a higher enhanced state of fucking – Man I love chemsex! Even better, I was with one of my best fuck-buddies about to be fucked right beside me. Richard was grabbing my cock with his ass muscles clenching around it, and in my drugged up haze, this felt like an intense cock massage, as if I was jacking myself off with my own ass muscles. Fucking Euphoria! I was leaning back as far as I could, one leg on the ground, the other raised on the coffee table, hands on Richard’s hips, pulling my 7.5 inch cock out to almost the tip, and leisurely shoving it back in. Each time I shoved it in, Richard’s sphincter would take control and deep-throat my dick. Looking down as his furry hole engulfed my cock was hypnotic. Finn had returned to fucking Harry, in doggy position and was picking up the pace. I reached over with my left hand and started playing with Finn’s nipples. I brought my hand up to turn his jaw toward me and leant over to kiss him. He kissed back fiercely, there was such a hunger in his eyes. Maybe it was the chems talking but I could almost feel Finn’s desire for me radiating off of him. It was so fucking hot to look into his eyes and know that, right there and then, this man wants you utterly, completely! Another great thing about ecstasy is that even though Finn and I were fucking at completely different speeds, we could still play about with eachother easily, although I did start to speed up a bit in my punch-fucking Richard (withdrawing till nearly fully out and then shoving it back in again). Working my hand down Finn’s fuzzy chest, I stroked a trail through his firecrotch to the piston-like cock working in and out of Harry. I gently rubbed the base of Finn’s cock, wet with lube and sweat and ass juice. Then I ran my index finger around the top of Harry’s working ass-lips. Harry had grabbed one of the bottles of poppers off the table and was now taking a hit. I swear I could actually feel the last bits of tension leave his asshole as the amyl worked its effects. Over the slaps of Harry’s asscheeks and Finn’s thighs, I could hear the front door close and some Northern Irish accents from the hall. Then Mac piped up from the computer, “I found a playlist here called Trashy Fucking Music” Harry, who is a huge music buff, called out “Mac, just stay there for a second after you press play, so we can figure out if it’s ok?” Mac dutifully stayed as we first heard a loud dance version of the song “Maniac” from the film “Flashdance”. Harry, rocking back and forth a bit as Finn started to really get into ploughing him, put his hand back to slow him down. “Sorry Tim” he said, “no way you’re fucking me to this song”, and turning to Mac he barked “next!” Ok… …here’s where things get a bit complicated, so I should probably start by telling you the layout of the apartment. Pedro’s apartment had a hallway that had three doors leading to two bedrooms (one en-suite) and one bathroom to the left. On the right was a doorway to the living room and at the end was the doorway to the kitchen. There was also a door between the kitchen and the living room, with the couch set being closer to the kitchen door and the computer at the opposite side of the room. Anyways, as Mac started to skip into the middle of the next song, Pedro was opening to the hall door to lead the fully clothed and mostly sober Andrew and his buddy John-Paul in, to see what we were up to. Meanwhile I was leaning back even further to pull the length of my dick out Richard, right to the tip. Finn had started to spank Harry, while saying “what’s my name boy? It’s not fucking Tim”. Harry wasn’t enjoying the rough treatment and was squirming under him. Then all hell broke loose. Mac’s song “The Tide is High” blared out of the computer speakers at top-volume, and not the classier Blondie version, but the…. Atomic Kitten version. For non UK-centric folks, Atomic Kitten were an incredibly cheesy all-girl group, like the Kardashians of girl groups – around in the mid-90s. Harry was disgusted and pushed Finn right out of him and shouted “what the fuck is this shit? Quit hitting me Flynn, for fucks’ sake!” and pushed him again. This time Finn fell back awkwardly and pushed back against me as he did. I was leaning back at this point almost fully out of Richard, with just the head in. With that jolt from Finn, plus the G that I just took earlier and the sweat from our long fuck session, I slipped easily and fell backwards out of Richard and arsefirst onto the floor, whacking my shoulder off the coffee table on the way down. The flimsy coffee table did a half flip and then crashed back down in it’s old position, but not before sending the drugs flying (luckily the powder was mostly in packets). Ecstasy pills rolled everywhere. Popper bottles were flung across the room – none of these opened yet thankfully. The one open bag of cocaine luckily hit me in the ear. There was an opening I didn’t think I’d be using! Most of it was recoverable, but my ear felt weirdly numb for the rest of the weekend. The makings of a joint (mostly tobacco) ended up in my hair. Luckily the G wasn’t on the coffee table, having been stashed away again by Finn, but the shot glasses were flung around like the poppers bottles. Two of them broke. To me it seemed like Pedro was running over to the computer in slow-motion, to turn down the Atomic Kitten, muttering something about the neighbours and the wrong playlist, before turning to look at me in that slowed-down soupy kinda way, looking dumbfounded as I fall backward onto his stash, upending it and simultaneously wrecking his living room. Next thing I knew, I was lying flat out on the ground listening to lines from this fucking Atomic Kitten travesty, now a lot lower in volume – they kept repeating “the tide is high but I’m holding on” and I naturally wished I coulda fuckin held on to Richard. “Now I’ll be in pain for the rest of the session!” was all I could think. Fair fucks to Pedro, he took it like a champ and ordered us all to get up. Finn and Richard picked me up and asked me if I was ok. I was still high as a kite so I shrugged them off, saying “I will survive”. Harry jumped up at this thinking it was a music request, and retorted “nope, no way Stuart, no more fucking camp music.” He looked around at us and went on, “we’re fucking for fuck’s sake. I don’t want to hear fucking Britney Spears or Destiny’s Child, not while I’m getting pounded by Jim here!” Mac and Pedro chuckled at this. Finn was not amused, and said “It’s Finn, Harry, Finn!” He said it so snappily I began to wonder that maybe Finn was taking a bit too much coke and not enough E. Coke, I always heard, can bring out the arrogant asshole in someone, while E just makes you want to eat out assholes …and cuddle. I turned to the new guy and said “sorry lad, I guess you know most of our names now, this is Harry, I’m Stuart, this is Richard, Mac and this here’s Finn” I say the last name with emphasis for Harry’s sake. My thinking being - let sleeping coke-fiends lie. Pedro brought us all off to the kitchen to make sure we didn’t walk on any broken glass, and went back in himself with the pan and brush. In the kitchen Andrew, my tall Auburn-haired fuck-buddy from Belfast was flirting mildly with the other guys, especially Mac, though the atmosphere was a bit muted cause of my fall… and Atomic fucking Kitten didn’t help either in keeping things sexy, though if anyone could turn it around it’d be Andrew. Andrew’s one of those thin guys blessed with ridiculously broad shoulders and a narrow v-waist that he has to put almost zero effort into maintaining. Coupled with his hazel eyes, pale skin (a lot of that in Scotland) and his cheekbones you could cut glass with, he was a bit of a looker. He always dated the worst kind of guy though – like, they must really bring their A-game in the personality department, cause fuck, these lads were rough looking. Not good-rough either. More the type that if you woke up beside them with your arm underneath them, you’d be running those “coyote gnaws its own leg off” scenarios through your head. I never understood it, but I guess it’s good that everyone can find love. Honestly I think I’m just a bit miffed cause Andrew never wanted to make anything more of our “arrangement”, which was for me to come over usually Thursday mornings and after a while of both of us wanking and sniffing poppers, I’d give him a load to keep all day in work. Andrew was one of the few guys I always barebacked with, nominally cause we thought we were both mostly safe outside of that, but I guess all the rules were being broken this weekend. Andrew’s new fuck and workbuddy John-Paul, was pretty fuckin fine-looking (“therefore he’ll never be more than a fuckbuddy”, I thought, a bit snappily). Richard was inspecting my back for cuts as I checked JP (as he preferred to be called) out. He was a bit shorter than most of the folk in the kitchen, at about 5’4” or so and I guess he was about 24 years old. He had that Irish black-haired look, with the nearly translucent skin, five of clock shadow, crystal blue eyes and long eyelashes. He looked quite a ways different from Davie, he had a short buzzcut and filled his jeans really snug. I couldn’t wait to unwrap that package, he looked hung as fuck. He also had a slight overlap in his front teeth, which added to his looks. It gave him an air of friendliness – or maybe that was his constant smiling. Was it nerves or was he just super thrilled to be here? He looked really familiar to me, but I couldn’t place how I knew him. I never visited Andrew in his work. I eavesdropped on JP’s chat with Harry and Finn. Harry was saying “…ah yeah, I agree, we were building a good rhythm Finn, and I am sorry I got your name messed up, but we would’ve had to take a break anyways cause E kills your ability to cum.” Finn replied, “but that’s what I wanted to tell you, I can cum with E, and I can show you how to too I think, you too JP, if you’re into pills”. Harry then asked JP, “what about you JP, you saw all the stuff flying about in there, what are you into?” JP then replied that he didn’t usually shag with chemicals so it was a bit of a first for him, but he was very open-minded in his own way. As soon as JP replied, I knew where I’d heard and seen him before – he was the guy roleplaying with Andrew! Pedro came in with the brush and pan with all the glass. He also brought in his tray. Tipping the rubbish into the bin, he came over and stood beside me. He touched my arm and asked, “are you ok chico? That fall looked pretty nasty!” I laughed it off, and then replied, “speaking of nasty, what was with that Trashy Fucking Music?” “That,” Pedro mentioned, “is a playlist I made for when I clean the apartment, it motivates me to get it done quicker” I wasn’t sure I believed him, I think deep down Pedro loved his La Roux’s Bulletproof and Donna Summer’s Macarthur Park and whatever else Mac had found on the playlist. I won’t knock it really – we all have our guilty pleasures, though it did make me revise my earlier notions of Pedro being an MSM – one of these straight men who like shagging men – the 1s and 2s of the Kinsey scale I guess. No even just “nominally straight” dude would have that music collection. I chuckled to myself at this thought. Pedro laughed as he saw me chuckle, “eh chico, I’m glad to see you’re smiling again”, he said as chopped up some powder into lines on his tray. Calling the others to attention, “gentlemen” Pedro asked, “we’ve all had a little shock, and I guess my neighbours are going to want to talk with me on Monday.” He paused, getting into his speech, “but as we say in Seville, “aprovecha el momento, no lo malgastes!” He took a breath and was then a bit saddened that noone had a clue what he was on about (we’re Scotland – we’re fucking shit at languages – if we have a bit of GCSE French we’re considered posh), he translated that the Spanish meant to make the most out of the moment because one day it may be your last. He then added “I invite you all to take this moment to enjoy this pure MDMA that Stuart got for us. Normally Don is very stingy with this supply. And it will help the other boys to catch up.” Andrew’s eyebrow cocked at this and I thought he’d baulk, cause like I thought before, he was pretty strict when it came to drugs. But seeing his workmate JP go after two lines of MDMA (to catch up) and a Viagra with gusto, and seeing me with my massive eyes, probably made him feel safe enough to experiment. Two lines went down each of his nostrils also. It really was a night for breaking rules! Pedro passed the tray to me and told me to take a line and then go show the guys the main bathroom, and while there to wash the tobacco and Irn Bru out of my hair. As I gathered the boys up, Andrew asked JP if he didn’t mind Andrew douching in front of us. He was a little weird about it at first, but then said it was ok. I walked into the bathroom first and just hopped into the shower. I had a bit of an urge to pee, but nothing was coming out – typical uppers reaction – all your amphetamines do this – it’s also why it’s so hard to cum I think. Once showered I passed the shower with the couche attachment to Andrew who got ready to douche, I asked JP to go back to the kitchen to get us all some Lucozade or Irn Bru. Andrew chuckled as he left and started cleaning himself. When he was out of hearing range, I commented, “yeah he seems a bit naïve for your tastes” and asked “how’d you manage to bag this one Andrew?” Andrew smiled and said, “yeah he’s not as sweet a lad as he looks, we clocked each-other when I had to do some shifts in our new location, so I asked him to stay behind to help with the close up, when I grabbed him in the kitchen and got him to fuck me over the Bain-Marie.” I laughed, “ya dirty fucker, what would health and safety think?” “I dunno”, he answered, but I wouldn’t try our potato gratin if I were you!” With that we both burst out laughing just as JP reentered with the drinks. He had two shot glasses of G for himself and Andrew, again to catch up. JP pulled off his black workshirt, under which was a surprisingly fit body. Cause he was small you didn’t see it but he had all the tones in all the right places. He caught me staring at him, and actually blushed a little. “Fuck me – How is this guy still standing here and bolting for the door?” I thought. I was sitting in the bath, but unable to use it cause Andrew was using the douche attachment. I had used some lavender shower gel liberally to get all the crap out of my hair, and also to combat a bit of Andrew’s cleaning. I beckoned JP over. “Come here lad and sit in the bath with me,” I asked. JP got down to his underwear and clambered in, not yet removing his keks, sitting at the other end of the bath and facing me. Andrew raised an eyebrow at me. I decided to take the gentle approach: “So JP, how are you finding the MDMA?.” “I dunno if it’s working? I haven’t felt anything except a sort of floatiness” “Give it time, it’ll kick in, in a little while. Probably the same time as the G. Have you don’t either of the them before?” “Not really I tend to go for mail order bath salts, and try out the different strains of Mephedrone, and MDPV and all those” “And what do you do on those? I haven’t a lot of experience with them” JP smiled and a there was a glint in his eye – “well they don’t call Peevee, Pervy Powder for nothing. I’ve sometimes stayed up for 12 hours straight jacking off” Andrew interjected here. “tell him what you jack off to JP” JP blushed and mumbled something. “What’s that I asked?” “Star Trek Marathons, especially anything with Riker in them” “Seriously?” JP grinned, it seemed his eyes were getting a little more dilated too. He paused and closed his eyes as if about to sneeze, but then he regained focus. He looked at me again. “Can I show you something?” “Sure, what is it?” With that he lowered his underwear. He kept his pubes trimmed really well. In fact as he continued to lower them, I noticed there was some sort of pattern there – shaved in some sort of flame pattern. He stopped just at the base of what looked like a sizable and growing plumper cock. I looked up at him bewildered. He looked at me with a devilish smile, what the fuck was I meant to see? I stretched my hand over to him, and judging from his encouraging looks I asked “may I?” as I lowered my finger to his pubes. Hearing him take a sharp little intake of breath, I looked up, but there was just a twinkle in the eye and a smile from him. I looked down again and traced the pattern, up in point in the middle and then down at the sides. Then I noticed the pubes were trimmed away from the base in another triangle, not symmetrical with the point of the other. I ran my finger along it. I could almost taste the anticipation from this little stud. He knew what I wanted, but I had to solve his riddle to be worthy of it. Andrew kept sneakily tapping his shirt’s right nipple area where there was the logo of his restaurant. Oh. Oh right. Now I fuckin get it. Ya big fuckin nerd JP! It was a star trek logo from their uniform – that button that they pressed to communicate with the ship when they were on planets and such. He shaved the star trek logo into his crotch! I rubbed my finger down to the base of his cock again, now definitely growing hard. JP looked at me through heavily lidded eyes. His pupils were massive. “Tell me, what happens if I press this button JP?” I asked as I pushed down against his growing hardness. JP grabbed me by my neck, looked at me so fiercely in the eye, leaning his forehead on mine. He stroked the side of my face and whispered “Only Star fleet Personnel are authorised to have access to the mainframe. You’d get fucked Stuart! That’s what happens” “Wait”– I thought to myself – “was this really happening? A dirty talk, semi-roleplay shag in the bath in front of a fuckbud who would join in but hadn’t finished douching yet? And a Star-trek roleplay? Seriously?” “Well then Officer” I said wryly while stroking the base of his very hard cock that was straining his half-off keks, “I wouldn’t want you to violate direct orders”, JP’s eyes lit up, he was delighted I was getting into it. He responded “Aye but you’re just a wee lad from Scotland who got somehow teleported across space and time here to my captain’s quarters, you can’t possibly know the… Ahem… intricacies of.. oh yeah… the prime directive” Here he had grabbed my hand and made it encircle his cock through his bulging underwear – oh what a lovely juicy one it was – about 5 inches round and long as well. Andrew looked on bemused. JP leaned in kissed me. He was smooth shaven, and he mouth tasted like Fisherman’s Friends. “Computer, replicate me the universal translator” and Andrew covered a smile but reached down into JP’s trousers and pulled out his Fisherman Friend tin. Now I like to think I keep my breath fresh, but I can take a hint too. JP offered me a Fisherman’s friend saying “Native human from an alternate timeline no doubt beamed here by the nefarious Q” (Wait, who in the what now?) “you have so much to learn of our ways. Please accept this universal translator so we can begin to commune, body and soul”. I opened my mouth. JP popped the strong mint into my mouth and then kissed me for a few minutes. My mouth was burning from the mint. JP said “Let me greeting you in my typical Vulcan tongue” and then bent down to suck on my cock. Oh but I forgot he had the Fisherman’s Friend… Oh fuck! Oh FUUUUCK. That was kind hot and burny and cool. With each stroke I felt like my nerve endings were on fire. I eventually had enough and he pulled off of my dick and leaned back. His own dick finally sprang free from the folds of his underwear and he was sporting some serious shroom head, what a lovely proper flared cock! “Officer, I must ask a favour that you send me back to my own time” I spoke a little awkwardly, “please let me pleasure you!” I with my own Fisherman’s friend in my mouth, went down to start licking his purple shiny dick. He shuddered each time I bathed his knob with my tongue. Then I smirked, and said “Officer, I think you’ll need to use your triceratops (TRICORDER! Andrew grunted) …I mean tricorder, to perform a full body scan on me. And then JP chuckled and shoved my head down on his cock. He was obviously more used to it that me and was groaning under my lapping. I was down there for ages lapping at his cock, his hole, his taint. Every now and again reaching up for a long lustful kiss. Eventually I detected his cock starting to thicken. “Fuck it” I thought and lay back on my back, hiking my legs up .to show him my hole. He saw I wanted to be fucked, but started to finger me first. Then he used this weird motion. “I must placate your barbarous human nature with our universal symbol of peace and good health”, he said in a monotone as he dipped first his middle and index finger in me and then his ring finger and little finger. Oh fuck that fisherman’s friend was all over his hands – damn that burned! Right inside my holes…oOooOooOOOOoh! That felt fuckin weird, and good. He was holding his hand in that way they do on the show. “Now I can be assured you will live long and prosper, we will perform an ancient mind meld to see if we can send you back to your time” Andrew was jacking his dick on the toilet, while watching JP lube his cock with spit. Pushing my legs bag JP started to shove his fat head in. Andrew reached over and wiped some squeezed lube (he must have looked for it while we were busy) on JP’s hand, which definitely helped get that fat head in. Then lifting my legs up, he grabbed my face again and started to look directly in my eyes. “Human, wherever you go, know this…” He said with dramatic flair and timing and all that, as he started to really up the pace and ram my burning hole. Once inside me, he was lube’d up with Don’s sperm and it wasn’t long before his cock got this hard “almost cumming feeling” again” “Make… sure… you… go… Boldly!” and with that he came into my ass. I ahem, mean, we melded minds. I looked up to him and grinned and he looked down at me and smirked and we kissed eachother passionately. Fuck! I wasn’t sure he would cum with the MDMA, but maybe it hadn’t fully gone through his system yet. Andrew edged himself but pulled back, saying I want that “to go somewhere Boldly too”. We all laughed and JP grabbed me and kissed me passionately again and then lay on top of me, still inside me but deflating. “Y’know,: he said with a very cheeky grin, “with all that Irn Bru, I might need to pee.” He looked at me expectantly. I looked over at Andrew a bit shocked. Andrew just smiled and said, “what did I say?” I looked back up to JP and he took that as consent. I felt nothing for a bit, but then strangely warm and then after a bit tingly. JP continued kissing me throughout it. Both high on MDMA, this was the best bit. There was a knock on the door and Harry came in. He was dressed. We’d seemingly been in there for the guts of maybe two hours. Harry looked at me and JP locked, Looked at Andrew on the loo, and smirked. “Boys,” he said, it’s been fun, but I’m off to get a morning bus home. Harry bent over the bath ti give me and JP a quick threeway snog. He smelled the piss that was leaking out between us and raised his eyebrow at me – this was something new for me, but I love trying new stuff. Moving to Andrew, Andrew reached into his jeans and said “really sorry we weren’t able to fuck this time Harry. I’ve heard great things from you from our intrepid time traveller there” Harry looked a bit confused at that comment. More to explain to him later. Andrew pulled out a small diary and said to Harry “Which of the following days are you free next week?” Myself and JP giggled as Harry looked over the diary, and said, pencil me in for “Thursday afternoon”. Andrew looked over at us too – “boys, you’re welcome to join in if you’re free?” “maybe-e-e-e” I managed to giggle out as JP started nibbling my earlobe. Harry grabbed Andrew by his shirt collar and kissed him full on the mouth and then said, “alrighty boys, have fun, Stuart I’ll call you tomorrow” and with that left. After he left, my body quickly let me know I couldn’t hold in JP’s pee any more, Andrew and I swapped seats. I hadn’t been expecting to douche twice in one night, but fuck it. As we all showered and dried off, Andrew said to me, “I didn’t expect you to get that into roleplaying with JP Stuart? You seemed to just go for it!” I just turned to them and said “and what’s it matter to you, ya wee Taig cunt?” and left the bathroom.

Previously… After an indefinite period of pure rimming pleasure, I noticed that as I thrashed around in response to Richard, I loved every muscle movement I was making. I started to feel even more energetic, I closed my eyes and squinted, and each time I squinted it seemed like I was releasing little squirts of pleasure into my brain. The pleasure was building and building like going up a rollercoaster. The Blue Angels had me and I was coming up. Right so… I was coming up on E. I fucking love that realisation. That feeling when you know – “ok brain, for the next few hours I’m gonna just be in pure bliss”, and it just keeps building. How can I describe it to people who haven’t tried it? Let’s try it this way - if you think of the dopamine or whatever the pleasure neurochemical is, as sugar; it feels like you’re pouring sugar into a heap in your brain. You can feel the extra sugar just piling up in a bigger and bigger heap, higher and higher, and if you take a breath and concentrate, you can feel each grain of sugar as it hits the pile and bounces down the ever increasing mound – each grain that it knocks off of is a neural synapse of pleasure triggered. You can just roll your (very dilated) eyes back in your head and just soak up this bliss. Add that to all your nerve endings being amplified to max sensuality (stroking woolly things and your friends’ hair feels amazing) and your energy levels going through the roof, it’s the perfect drug for sex. It does cause some problems with some people’s hard-ons, but the Viagra usually takes care of that if you take it at the same time or a little bit before it. Man, even thinking about it now reminds me how much I fucking love shagging on E. It’s the fucking tops! Of course, like all drugs there are the negative effects that you just have to accept. It’s almost impossible to cum while on it, and when the pills start wearing off, you stop being able to feel any pleasure for a day or two or three. It’s like the Ecstasy pulls all your pleasure-sense from the next three days and piles them into one massive 5-10 hour rush (or longer depending on how many pills you take before crashing). You can keep raising the roof on this by taking more pills, but there comes a point where it doesn’t matter how many pills you take, your brain’s had it and refuses to cooperate anymore, and you just need to chill the fuck out and recover for a few days. This period I always hated. Being “scagged out” is what my group of mates used to call it. The other effects of ecstasy mean that you’re not able to usually sleep through this (though a lot of my mates would then take a sleeping tablet to do just that – which is fine if you’re not due in work in a few hours). I generally just smoked a fuck-tonne of weed to get me through this part. I still remember the first time I took E – it was with Bill while he was still in university. While he and his straight friends all just wanted to dance, I wanted to fuck anyone there – from the beginning drugs have always made me a complete and utter slut. I even remember coming on to two girls at the party, that’s how fucking desperate I was for a shag! Then during the scagged out part we all ended up walking around Dundee on New Year’s Day desperately looking for a dealer to get us Xanax or something cause the weed wasn’t helping much. I still remember walking through a cinema car park at midday like a zombie. It was where we were meant to meet a dealer who flaked out on us – the sunlight was too bright, there were all these fucking noisy people around, it was fucking hell. We eventually just gave up and spent the next day and half, huddled in Bill’s gaff trying to enjoy watching reruns of Southpark, smoking spliffs and drinking a shitload of tea, and just “getting through” it. Mind you, the first time you’re scagged out – that’s usually the roughest. Anyways, at the party I was coming up. I was naked on all fours in front of the couch being rimmed by Richard, the fucking king of rimming, while I was blowing Mac, who was still only semi hard cause he was so fucking big. I pulled my head off of Mac’s cock and said hoarsely “oh fuck, it’s hitting me, it’s hitting me hard, oh fuck”. I looked around to the others, and sure enough they were all feeling the effects too. Finn was sitting with his head back while face-fucking Harry, who was leaning across Finn’s lap, while getting fingered by Pedro. I smiled at Harry, who flashed me his wicked dimpled grin – well as much as he could with his lips around Finn’s cock. His eyes were massive now too. Richard started doing something with his chin’s beard hair on my hole. Everything started to feel interconnected. Richard’s energy was bleeding, no, “rasping” into me as I was mingling my energy with Mac by jacking him off. The tides of this energy were ever rising. I shoved my hole back at Richard’s expert rimming as I licked Mac’s monster cock like a lollipop. I arched my back and groaned “ah faaaaack yeah”. I submerged myself in Richard’s mouth – his mouth was stimulating every part of my body – my nerves were all radiating from my hole outwards. As he slobbered and nibbled and licked and deftly poked his tongue into my pink pucker, he was playing my senses like piano wires. I stopped licking Mac, I was too caught up in Richard’s attentions. Mac was ok though, he just went over to Finn and fed him his cock. Finn was now staring at me and was a little surprised to be butted by Mac’s dick. Without breaking eye contact with me, he opened his mouth and let Mac feed him his heavy semi-hard meat. Finn’s eyes were massive too. I knew right now that Finn was sending me thoughts that he was really blowing my cock, and through the sexual energy in the room, I could feel myself being blown by him, through Mac’s cock. Ecstasy can be a bit trippy that way, plus, these Blue Angels were cut a little with LSD I think. Mac meanwhile helped take the towel off of Finn so Harry could get better access to Finn’s cock, while Mac began to play with his hole. After a couple of minutes of this, Finn moved off of Mac’s cock to turn to his left and reposition himself over Harry. The two of them started to sixty-nine, while Mac and Pedro both were jacking themselves and playing with the respective lads’ holes. Even though we were all flying like kites now, it was a bit early for Finn and Harry to be fucked, as Mac found out when he got a bit too eager with Finn’s hole, trying to get three fingers in. Finn pushed him off and so Mac went round to Pedro, who started blowing him. All this happened while I was in this blessed out state, having Richard work his magic and destroy all future boyfriend’s attempts at rimming me, just by this (and about three other that year) masterful performances. I remember having these thoughts that Richard was some sort of computer programmer, and he was hacking into my interface, creating new codes and wiring all these sub-routines. Sounds like a pile of shite, I know, but that’s ecstasy for ya. After what seemed like an age, Richard pulled back from me. I turned around to him and literally with tears in my eyes and shaky voice, I managed to say “Richard, thank you so much for sharing that with me”. He just chuckled and wiped a tear that escaped. “Don’t mention it lad” he said, but I continued “no Richard, seriously dude, you have a gift!” He smiled bashfully and replied “well it’s always good to be appreciated”. I said “fuck appreciated, you have to pass this on!” “What do you mean?” he asked. I stroked the side of his face and leaned in to kiss him, tasting my ass on him. I’ve always like the taste of myself – I’ve a savoury smell, like steak in pepper sauce (a weird way to describe myself, I know, but honestly I just took a whiff of my pits there to try and figure it out and that’s the closest I can get). The kiss lengthened, and lengthened and as the E was pouring its sugary effects in the back of our brains, it felt like Richard and I were mingling our essences. I loved him so deeply. He loved me. We were pure. Dammit if ecstasy isn’t the greatest fucking drug out there! After a while we broke our kiss and I reeled. I took a little time to remember who I was, what I was doing and what I wanted to do next. I stood up. My 7.5 inch cock was standing out proud, the Viagra was working. Richard popped me into his mouth and I languorously stretched back. Now normally I’m not mad about blowjobs. I love giving them, but I’m usually a bit impatient about receiving them- they’re not mind-blowing to me (pardon the pun). However with all the right chems I was loving Richard’s wet slurping mouth making a perfect fuckhole for my cock. I started to slowly grind up into his mouth. He slowed me down to a gentle rhythm. Fuck he was good. Leaning back to look at the other guys, I saw Finn and Harry were sprawled across the main part of the couch now, sixty-nining. Pedro and Mac had moved over to the computer and I heard buttons tapping away. I locked gazes with Finn who pulled off Harry’s cock and offered it to me, grinning. I turned around, taking my cock out of Richard and presenting my hole once again to him. Then I bent down to take Harry in my mouth. As I did Finn started licking at where my lips ended and Harry’s cock began. Richard enthusiastically started back at doing what he did best. I pulled off of Harry to snog Finn. We were grinning as we kissed, as if we were sharing a dirty secret. I broke off and licked up the shaft of Harry’s thick 7” cock, while Finn engulfed the head. As I reached the top Finn and I would snog, then we’d break off and repeat our actions. Harry moaned in appreciation. I lowered the point where I started licking up, first down to his balls, then down to the join between the leg and the taint. If you haven’t ever tried it, this can be a really sensitive area on a guy, just trying sucking and lapping down there on your next trick, and see how he likes it. Though be warned - for a good few guys it can be too sensitive and they’ll seize up and push you off. As I did this I heard gasps from Harry. I knew he loved this area being licked, and usually after a little bit of this, he was putty in my hands (and it tended to turn him into a total bottom). Then as I came up to snog Finn again I took another onslaught of Richard’s tongue. It was sensory overload, a wave of pleasure that had washed over me. After a while he relaxed a little, and I took stock of where I was – snogging Finn (a little distractedly), with Harry’s cock in between us in our hands and Richard taking a breather behind me and ever in the background that glorious trickle-tickle of the coming-up of E. I pulled back to take a breath. “Richard”, I called back, “you’re gonna have to take a break on me dude, I’m in bits with your rimming”. I heard a laugh from Richard, while Finn grinned as he started sucking Harry again. I turned to Richard with a cocked eyebrow, and continued, “but I want to see what the hell you’re doing to me. So I propose that Harry be our rimming model!” I heard muffled noises from Harry at the other end of the couch (his mouth was busy with Finn’s cock) while Finn pulled off of Harry and laughed and said “What are ya trying to do now Stuart?” “Let me show you” I gleefully replied. I got up and quickly moved Finn off of Harry, while Richard came up to kneel beside us. Getting Finn to hold Harry’s ass up in the air, while Harry balanced on his shoulders and neck on the couch below. Harry had a hairy hole that he loved getting played with – fingering, toys, multiple cocks, Harry’s hole had seen a lot of action but you wouldn’t think it to look at it – he was a tight bastard who needed a lot of preparation to fuck. I turned to Richard and asked him, “dude show me what the hell you did to me!” Richard shrugged and said, “I can try to show you, but I just follow my gut mostly”. “Well whatever you’re gonna do, let’s get on with it, someone rim my ass already!” Harry shouted up to us. We all laughed and then Richard bent down and started to flick his tongue across Harry’s wet sphincter. Harry started moaning. As I watched I started to try and note how deep Richard went in his rhythm, how he varied between slow and fast, how he teased Harry to make him beg for Richard to eat him deeper and longer. I wish I had a video camera, cause I was in no fit state to remember anything. The abiding memory of the whole act, was Richard handing over Harry’s ass to me and then to Finn and getting us to repeat an action he’d just done. It was like we were passing a glass of wine and Richard was a wine expert telling us how to taste it. I still clearly remember Harry’s upside-down body rocking on his shoulders as Richard held his ass and passed him between us. With each repeatable motion we would dip down in between his cheeks and try our best to use our tongues like Richard. Harry tasted amazing, I could taste Finn and Richard’s spit mingled with Harry’s own scent. Harry was in another world of bliss and later told me it was one of his top five sexual experiences of all time. We must have spent at least an hour in Richard’s rimming session, cause next thing I remember, Pedro was coming over telling Richard that he’d been online again chatting to that dancer, who was making his way to us – it was 2 am and the nightclubs were closing. Richard smiled and said, “Andrew and his mate will be finishing their shift too then”. “What?” I asked, “you invited Andrew over? When did this happen?” Richard laughed and replied, “I got the idea when you were telling us how you met Pedro. Andrew’s an old fuck-buddy of mine and I sent him a quick text while you were talking about Pedro coke-fucking you.” Was there anyone who hadn’t fucked Andrew? To answer my own question; no. Not many. Andrew was a massive whore, who considered a day without dick as a waste. Pedro at this point mentioned something to Mac about Caverject, and next thing I know he whipped out a syringe and an alcohol swab from the sideboard and took Mac’s cock in his hands. I cringed but didn’t look away. I could feel Harry’s ass clench under my fingers. Later he told me that this was one of the reasons he left a couple of hours later. The needles were a step too far for him. Though to be fair Pedro did motion Mac over to the side of the room to administer the dose. I could still see it from my position. The syringe went surprisingly deep into the side on Mac’s cock. Afterwards Mac held a tissue on the injection site and sat at the computer saying “I’ll be out of action for a little bit guys”. At this point Harry pulled a few cushions under his shoulders and had lowered his ass to about 45 degrees off the couch. Finn started to tease Harry’s hole with his cock. Standing over Harry’s upturned ass, Finn spat down on Harry’s already spit-slick hole and started pushing his hard cock down to move the spit around. Harry turned to me and winked and I immediately knew what he was thinking. I turned to ask Pedro where his nearest lube was but he was a bit busy – having come round and bent Richard over beside me. Right now he was starting to finger the 40 year old’s furry hole. I remembered Harry’s own bag of tricks and found the Boot’s bag behind the couch with Harry’s clothes. I took one bottle in each hand and passed them silently to Finn and Pedro. They both smiled their thanks and opened them up. I stood watching as Finn rubbed his cock with lube and then squeezed out a blob on Harry’s hole. Pushing his cock down he started to edge the head in. Harry started groaning as Finn slowly edged a bit more and bit more of himself in. I felt my cock getting stroked and then something cold. I looked down to see Pedro prepping my cock and lining it up with Richard’s hole, and was that some white powder mixed in with the lube? Richard, eager for his coke fix, pushed back against my hard cock. I stood there and let him work his way back onto me. Only once he started an easy motion, did I start to gently respond. I’d be the opposite of Don in topping. I’m all about making the bottom comfortable and making sure there’s no trapped air if possible. I guess it comes from being vers. You know what you like in a normal fuck and most others want the same. I watched as the coke-laced lube plunged into Richards hole and disappeared after a few strokes. Pedro was watching too, and looked up to me. “Hold on tight Stuart” he said, “as soon as that kicks in Richard’s gonna be a wild ride”, and then patted my ass and walked over to Mac. I lost track of what they were doing as I just focussed on Richard’s tight hot hole enveloping my cock. The E was trickling down from my brain to my spine to my cock, and mingling with Richard’s now highly stimulated hole. Richard’s groans changed in pitch, to become deeper, more primal. He started shoving himself against me with more and more force. “Oh yeah, fuck me Stuart” he grunted out. I got into a quicker rhythm with him and raised one bent leg on the coffee table for better access. I swear I could feel how Richard was taking my cock and where his prostate was, not just from my perspective, but from his. I/we started building up the pace, smacking my hips into his increasingly sweaty meaty ass. I grabbed both hairy cheeks with my hands and felt them being grabbed as Richard. As I/we pulled almost fully back and shoved in, in increasing speed, I/we felt my cock push open our/my ring and push past to massage our/my prostate. This was fucking intense. I looked across to see Finn fucking Harry to the hilt and as Finn and I made eye-contact, he sped up to match my rhythm. This pounding went on for an age. Richard could take all I could give him. Sweat was dripping down our faces and backs, and adding lube to where we joined. Ecstasy makes you sweat gallons, so I was delighted to be passed an Irn-bru by Finn. Two of them in shot glasses. Oh right so – time for another shot of G. Richard and I stayed still, still locked together and knocked back our shots. I grimaced at the vile taste again and looked over to see Harry had already taken his. He was now pulling off his blue jockstrap and repositioning himself for Finn who was returning. I looked around for the other two, an our must have passed by now, when through the living room door come the guys, Mac sporting a massive throbbing 9 inch erection, with easily 7 inches of girth at the base. Pedro was wearing his dressing gown again and smiled at us as Mac came over and fed me his monster. “I’m just going to let the lads in”, he mentioned, and walked out.

I know it may be passé, but I love a bit of backstory to it. Like if you know it's the guy's first gangbang like when they interview the bottoms in that "So you wanna be a cumdump" movie.