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Maybe this should be continued on the CHEM FICTION section for a larger audience & exposure? The writing, plot development and overall depravity deserves it! I can't wait for your future other stories! Moderator's Note: The poster realizes his error. He asked for this to be deleted, but since substantial comments have been made in response, it needs to stay up. Please note there is no need for additional comments about his mistake.

I have been off this site awhile ... so what a pleasant surprise to discover a whole new set of twisted and very talented Chem Fiction authors! SUTEKH - you have a skill with how you frame your words. The voice of the narrator is distinct, memorable, unique and best of all-depraved! That is not a simple technique to create with an authentic voice that must always retain the volley of word play, phrasing, dialogue and pace for this specific literary genre. The words must continue to keep the reader engaged and more important - aroused! The words surely are working on me! M O R E !!!

W H O A !!!! l haven't been on this site as much so thank god I logged in today! What a hoT fucking story! The eroticism is only enhanced by each Dad and their deep love to their sons. I love how you write of their intimate emotional connections! It's as arousing as the descriptive sexual chemistry. And speaking of chems...I can only salivate to how this scenario will play out! Please keep it coming EvilQueerPig ! You are inspiring me to finish one of my sTories here that has long been neglected for continuing chapters...

I hope there’s more...waiting for your other Top bud to show up and see where this goes...keep it coming!

Yes please continue...the scenario is my favorite!

WOW this has all the Ingredients of a hot nasty story that I prefer. I’m hungry for a pa just like this guy .... I can’t wait for Pa and Jack to introduce a booty bump to the boy’s pussy, getting it wet, juicy, hungry for dad and his buddies! I can’t wait for more ! It’s stories like this : well-crafted, hot, nasty, fall of raunch with hot , horned Dads Training his boy’s pussy to always be clean, ready to take anything dad and his buds provide him. Keep it filthy! I can’t wait for uncle to return... It’s stories like this that inspired me to write and submit stories to this site. I need to write more ...

I love Dad/Son chem stories! Great start ! Please post next chapters soon!

Oh yeah - MORE ! Your writing and hoT stories inspired me to write for this site! Give us more of these neighbors!!!

Welcome back Gymguy8! I'm liking where this is starTing - especially with the early booty bump! (Nothing hotter than starting a scene with that!) Looking forward to the ride with where you plan to take this. I'm a big fan of your work since discovering "Searching for Private Gonzalez" on nifty.org several years ago that lead me to breeding.zone. You and a handful of other writers inspired me to contribute to this site - so thank you for keeping up the writing!

That last slap HURT LIKE HELL!!! I cursed at him silently under my breath. But at the same time I was loving his unexpected assaults that seemed deliberate and paced. I don't think he was being forceful without reason. It dawned on me suddenly that I was so spun that his slaps were jolts back to reality. My mind was racing as fast as my heart. I wanted him to hit me again when I realized this and was about to whimper a request when the better part in my mind said to let go and let him control the situation. And as my mind raced off in this tangent, my head cleared up, the sting on my face from his double hits fading off quickly, replaced by the sensation of getting fucked. I was still kneeling on the chair, ass up with Harrison behind me. I blinked rapidly trying to gain focus, turning my head around to see Harrison's form blurring and sharpening, then blurring again until he came into focus. Beads of sweat formed on the top of his bald head, the edge of his scalp tinted in that sickening green haze from the fluorescent lighting overhead. The sweat trailed down his handsome face, settling on his beard, collecting into thicker pools of more sweat, dropping onto my ass as he pummeled me, the sweat running down my crack, settling into my hungry hole adding to what little lubrication was being used. This was all happening or I was imagining it in my current state. I shook my head to get some clarity as Harrison fucked me HARD. "Oh fukkk," Harrison groaned again. He pushed in and out, harder, faster, repeating the rhythm that everything before felt like some demented foreplay. I could only moan, my face slick with my own sweat, pressed against the seat, sliding forward and back on the worn leather. I had to turn away, close my eyes and enjoy the ride. At last, I was getting fucked. Harrison fucked with a great rhythm. He was one of those FFuck buddies I always looked forward to seeing. His long thick cock would slide in slow and take its time, as if examining the space it was entering. And once he was completely inside he would rock back and forth only slightly so that his shaft would pull out beyond my inner second ring. When his cock was past that point he would stop about an inch or so away from it. And then, gently, push back in. Then repeat over and over. My inner ring would dilate and contract at the welcome invasion. It was like some unseen magical massage. I was so spun from his father's constant feeding of Tina from earlier that my hole was more than relaxed and inviting. And yet, there was a slight resistance that I must have subconsciously been providing, but just a bit that Harrison could enjoy the little friction. He loved to fuck like this, this second ring tease, as he adjusted his rhythm from slow and gentle to fast and hard, pounding with such force it was hard to keep up with him as I would moan and grunt. And then he would unexpectedly pull out so fast it would take my breath away, the speed and volume of his shaft exiting my hungry hole. He would pause for a few eternal seconds as he knew its effect on me. I was breathing uncontrollably now, almost whimpering, catching my breath from the earlier action and longing for his cock to return. Instead, he pushed his head along my open hole, rubbing his head along the entrance. But he only did his for mere moments before he entered me completely. It was like the son following the father and his earlier cock head tease at the entrance of my hole except Harrison concentrated on my inner ring. Clearly my heightened state and sensitivity was only making this more exaggerated in my mind. I imagined his shaft inside me like a probe, pushing and pulling into a soft, moist tunnel. All the drugs were making me hallucinate to a certain level that visualizing the fuck as it was occurring seemed so natural to me. Sweat continued to trickle down my face, lubricating my cheek as it slid on the chair, my movements driven by Harrrison's thrusts. My face itched. My senses were so heightened the itch got stronger but I didn't have the energy to move or shift my arms to scratch myself. And as that thought passed inside my head, the itch jumped from my face to my left shoulder blade, annoying me in its sharpness and position, now even more unreachable. Harrison continued to fuck me, the long shaft pulling away from my inner ring, pausing for a millisecond before it would predictably thrust back inside me. I groaned in a combination of ecstasy and sharp pain, as the magnified itch now jumped to the back of my neck, the points of burning sharpness now flaring all over me as if sparks were dancing on a fire, erupting from one place to the next. I wanted so hard to stretch my arms, to scratch at myself but all I could concentrate on was the fucking. I groaned some more. The barber circled around me. I heard his footsteps faintly in the distance as if it were across the shop, on the other side of the avenue. Clearly my mind was playing tricks on my perception as I felt his presence in front of me as he grabbed my very short hair, pulling on it hard, grabbing with that large hand, so violently that my eyes blinked open suddenly. I looked at him questioning and silent, my eyes dazed, staring at him. Saliva drooled out of my mouth in slow motion as a thread of it dripped onto the leather of the chair, mixing with my sweat, glistening. My eyes shifted to the pool of my body's secretions on the seat, the highlights reflecting the sickening green sheen of the fluorescent lighting above. And as if on cue, the light overhead snapped again. Harrison continued to fuck me, so lost into his own pleasure that he barely noticed his father coming in between us, his left hand firmly grabbing my ass, the other hand positioning itself, palm-side-down, pushing hard between us with such force that Harrison fell back suddenly, his cock sliding out of my hole so fast it almost hurt from the speed and the unexpected emptiness. He caught his balance as he fell back, his hard cock bouncing up and down. The itch returned, like wildfire, spreading all over my back, neck and face. My heart raced along. "Get the fuck up Boy," the barber commanded. "You're a tucking mess." He stepped away from me, moving towards the corner. Harrison stepped forward and helped me slowly off the chair, as I stood up, trying to gain my balance and composure, facing the mirror across from us. I was a mess. My face and upper body had hundreds of black, tiny scratches, randomly scattered on my upper body. I blinked and my focus came back, the scratches glistening when my chest expanded and retracted from my fast-paced breathing. The scratches were all my trimmed hairs, stuck on my body from the earlier fucking on the floor with the barber. The heat and my constant sweating made my body like a magnet. The hairs were all over me. "Get your sweet ass over here," he commanded, as he stood by the shampoo sink station on the corner. Harrison helped me over with one hand, the other hand grabbing things from the counter. I stepped forward slowly, my balance was still off from all the drugs, the overwhelming sensations, everything. The barber had turned on the water as it poured down the central faucet on an old stained sink. He grabbed a small face towel from a shelf nearby and soaked it under the faucet and twisted it hard, squeezing the water out of it. He kept the water running as steam floated above, dissipating in the haze of the stiff air in the shop. "Come here," he motioned. I stepped cautiously again, not knowing if he would get unexpectedly violent again. I was now at the chair in front of the sink and turned my body around slowly, about to descend on the seat, when I felt that firm hand on my back. "NO," the hand was applying hard pressure on me that I could not move. "I didn't say you could sit. Stay there. Keep standing and stay still." My breathing became rapid again that all I could do was close my eyes. WACK!!! The slap was familiar and yet new. It wasn't his hand but the towel, moist and HOT. My sensations went into overdrive as the sudden burn of the the moist terry cloth texture slid along my upper back, the weight of the water that hadn't been squeezed out of the scratchy towel made it drop quickly down the center of my back, towards the top of my ass, a streak of fire and heat drawing behind its sudden descent. I gasped, eyes still closed, the burn of the towel mixing with my inner heat that had been building and building inside me and in my hole. He caught the towel before it could fall on the floor and ran it under the faucet again, squeezing the excess water out of it. This time he didn't hit me with it as I felt him place the hot towel on my back, the sudden heat now welcome and soothing as he firmly rubbed it all along my back, cleaning me, wiping away the hundreds of little sharp clipped hairs. He repeated this over and over that the moist roughness of the terry cloth material felt like a million tiny fingers scratching away the burning itch from before. I could only exhale in relief, opening my eyes, focus coming back as I saw Harrison fidgeting by the counter beside me. "Now you can sit," he held the chair as I carefully sat down, looking up at him for reassurance and some silent guidance as I realized the back of the chair was much lower than normal so that my upper body was at a 30° incline when I sat down. The back of my neck touched the cold porcelain of the sink and despite the heat and humidity of the shop, the sudden frigid sensation made me jump a little, almost like the earlier sensation when the sharp razor blade made contact with my sensitive skin around my asshole. His large hand caught me as I jumped up an inch or two and he firmly pushed me down, back on the chair, the back of my neck making contact with the cold, wet surface again. He grabbed the towel, moist and steaming, and placed it on my chest. The suddenness of the heat made me gasp as I swear my heart jumped. But it lasted a mere second as he firmly rubbed the hot towel on my chest and lower torso, cleaning me, wiping the trimmed hairs and the sweat from last few hours. My breathing started to pace back to normal as whatever pleasurable tension seemed to melt away. I stared straight up at the ceiling noticing the darkness seemed to gather at this corner. I saw his face loom overhead, a look of fondness mixed with disdain stared back at me. I felt the hot water now at the top of my head as his large hand appeared in the foreground, getting larger and larger as it approached, falling out of focus as I closed my eyes, the heat of the water, cupped by his hand, now pouring on my forehead. I felt Harrison grab my legs and lift them from the floor, spreading them wide as he rested my thighs on the arms of the chair. My ass was now exposed as I suddenly felt his cock enter me with such force that my head fell further back on the sink, hot water splashing on my face. The barber's large hand now poured the water on my head so I couldn't open my eyes. He washed away what hairs were on my cheeks, nose, my entire face. I felt a sudden burning inside me and realized Harrison had coated his cock with more Tina, providing a special delivery booty bump. He pushed in deep coating my inner tunnel then pulled out at the entrance of the second ring and gyrated his hips clockwise and counter-clockwise, making sure to coat my insides thoroughly. The heat inside me started to build quickly, that familiar burn magnifying that I realized he gave me a large amount of crystal with his feeding. It was slightly scary as I felt so drugged up already. It was also quite beautiful as that familiar wave started taking over me, wiping away whatever minor apprehension I was holding inside me, my legs spreading more, silently offering an invitation. My head relaxed, descending further into the sink. I could feel the water around the back of my head, a pool of warm water accumulating in the bowl. My eyes were still closed, now favoring the comfort of the warm water around my head and the other heat emanating from my hungry manhole. My head lowered another inch that I could feel water entering my ears. I could only hear the echo of the water from the faucet splashing around my head, the sound dulled and softened as if audio could blur. I felt the weight of my head increase as if my mass had suddenly doubled, my head sinking further under the water, warm liquid now entering my nostrils. His firm hand scooped me up from the back of my head and lifted me above the water's surface. I blinked my eyes open suddenly, coughing uncontrollably as I had taken water in through my nose. I blinked rapidly again, seeing his face, large and over me, the earlier look now replaced with silent lust and momentary concern. "Now open your mouth, and take several deep big breaths," he instructed. The brown bottle of poppers appeared, open and held by his other hand. He tilted my head up at an angle for me to do as he instructed. I looked into his eyes, blinked again, the heat of the water around my wet head comforting me, the heat in my hole taking over me. I sucked on the tip of the bottle without my lips touching the glass. "Do more," he instructed. I breathed in deep several times and closed my eyes. A second elapsed. My head descended, now weightless, back into the water, liquid filling my ears as I felt his firm hand guide me, control me, its strength now mixed with flowing water, making his hand soothing, relaxing. His other hand, now free, touched the bridge of my nose and pinched it tight as my entire head was now under the surface of the water. The sink was now filled with the warm soothing water and all I could hear was that blur I was imagining in my head. The sound of the water cascading from the faucet, splashing on the collected pool in the basin of the sink was creating what sounded like soft, rounded echoes. It was only magnified in my heightened state. I had taken deep breaths as he had instructed so being immersed completely under the water's surface was not alarming. On the contrary, it was soothing. It didn't hurt that the massive booty bump had now taken effect, rising from between my legs, climbing up my torso and washing over the rest of my upper body in the same way small tides of hot water washed over my sunken face. I breathed slowly and methodically, the poppers hits now adding an extra layer of sensation. I was breathing in and out of my throat, recycling what oxygen I had inhaled with the large hits of poppers, reusing the chemically-infused air that I could sense my head getting lighter and lighter. In between my legs the thrusting got heavier and more rapid, harder, more violent. I could feel my head rocking back and forth, the back of my neck sliding against the wet porcelain of the sink, the top of my head banging against the other edge. Hot water splashed all around me, hitting me on the neck and upper chest, sudden shock waves of liquid heat so hot it felt like a volcano exploding lava around me. And I was finally getting fucked. No more cockhead tease. No more inner ring massage. This was the real thing. Harrison fucked hard and rapid, random in his rhythm that my hole could not anticipate the next move. And everything felt so open and relaxed as if I were backfloating on the Pacific Ocean, warm waves washing over me. I felt my head sink further into the water, moving slightly from side to side and back and forth as Harrison continued to fuck me hard. My neck relaxed even more so my head titled further back that I could feel my chin rise from the water's surface. The sensation on my hole was nothing but pleasure, a vessel to receive what was entering it without restriction. His cock fucked me furiously as I lost sense of time, riding it and the waves I was floating on. And somehow in these long, eternal seconds I was still breathing from my earlier inhale. But then that oxygen ran its course and I instinctively felt the need to breathe. The barber's firm hands were still keeping my head under the water, the weightlessness now quickly fading as I tried to push up to the surface for air. He sensed my sudden anxiety and kept his firm hand pinching on my nostrils in place, pushing my head down with force so I could not get to the surface of the water. My eyes instinctively opened, blinking rapidly, stung by the heat of the water, a sudden panic taking over me. I closed my eyes in defense and tried to force my head up in vain. His hand was too strong. And in between my legs, another force, hard and continuous was causing a contrasting situation. Harrison's furious fucking was mixing with my heightening panic that the pleasure seemed to be folding into a strange sense of pain. And yet, I was enjoying this new evolving ache that was beyond my measure. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster and I could swear I heard it under the water, muted and softened in that strange echo. I tried to move my arms in protest but even that was in vain as Harrison held me down while he continued to fuck me hard with abandon. An all too familiar blackness suddenly surrounded me. My head and body now seemed weightless, sinking. The echo of the sounds under water seemed distant now, fading off beyond reach, like a vanishing whisper, muted by unseen shadows. F A L L I N G . Oh no. Not this again...

"SO HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW EACH OTHER?!?" He yelled, that boom of a voice filling the small shop. It caught us all by surprise. He looked at his son first and then quickly at me as he pushed aggressively into my hole. "Lock that door, son," he said, sternly. The command was back in his voice. Harrison was still in shock staring at his dad who's huge dick was now pummeling my hole. He shook his head and blinked but the situation remained the same as I groaned louder as his father's cock would pull almost all the way out before plunging back inside me, hard and deep. I had been waiting for this fuck for what seemed like an eternity and I wasn't going to let this surprising family situation get in the way of all the sensations I was longing for. Harrison quickly turned around and secured the lock on the shop door. "We're fuck buddies," I stammered in between his thrusts. "Remember that hook-up I told you about earlier?" I tried to look at his reflection in the mirror. "Well it was with him," I nudged my shoulders as if somehow they were pointing to his son. "But then he cancelled on me at the last minute." I tried to straighten up to continue the conversation, but he hit me again unexpectedly with his left hand-WACK!!!-as he plunged balls-deep into me. "Uh yeah Dad," Harrison approached us. "Remember we were supposed to get together tonight after you closed the shop? You didn't show. I kept texting you for the last hour or so but you never replied." Harrison looked around the shop, seeing my parTy kit on the counter. "I even called a few times," he was talking slower now, looking at my overnight travel bag on the floor, the contents of my parTy kit alongside some used razors on the counter, and at us. "...but your damn phone kept going to voicemail." He saw the glass pipe and lifted it, turning it side to side, looking in the bowl, then at us, fucking in the cracked mirror reflection. "What the fuck." Harrison looked at me, my head turned to the side on the chair, trying to follow through in the conversation in this very surreal situation. His father was lost with the biTch and kept fucking me as if this was just what you did when your grown son came for a visit at your place of business. I continued to groan. "So wait a minute...I cancelled on you," he pointed the glass pipe at me as if it were another digit in his left hand. "And he was a no-show," Harrison pointed the pipe at his dad now, "and somehow you BOTH are here and parTyjng?!?" "LIKEWHATDAFUKKK?!?" Now it was Harrison's voice booming in the shop. "Let me try," I started to reply in a broken stance, "...to explain," I groaned again, trying to twist my upper body slightly so I could face Harrison. WACK!!! Another hard slap and this one STUNG bad that I turned away quickly, feeling him push and pull harder, faster, sudden pain wiped away by intense pleasure that I forgot Harrison was even with us. "SHUTDAFUKUP BOYS!!!" His voice was deafening, commanding, controlling. "Harrison it don't matter how we met. I don't even care how you two met! All I care about is this fuckin' amazing manpussy he got and what it is doin' to my dick!" He pushed in hard. "Now quit playin' with that pipe and light it up!" He did as his father commanded. Harrison added a few big shards to the glass pipe. They were too large to fit inside the tiny hole of the top of the bowl so he slid them into the long stem, until they rattled into the bottom curve of the glass bowl, making the tiniest of noises that only I seemed to hear it in my heightened state. I turned my head, staring. He carefully lit it with the torch, rocking the bowl back and forth as his dad was oblivious to all of this, his cock getting harder inside me. I was surveying the situation, lost between the actual sensations of finally being fucked, being so spun from all the booty bumps and incessant cock teasing from earlier, and this bizarre unexpected twist to the summer evening. The bowl transformed from being partially clear to a small sphere of mist, lovely grey and white condensed clouds forming inside. Harrison took slow deep breaths, inhaling carefully as the smoke rapidly moved down the stem and into his mouth. Everything appeared magnified to me as if my eyes had magically adjusted into micro-zoom. I could see details of the bottom of the bowl, partially discolored from previous over-heating. Part of the stem nearest the bowl was caked with dried crystal almost casting it completely that it became opaque. Harrison continued to feed on the pipe, practicing slow inhales that seemed endless. Finally he lowered the pipe and walked over beside us, leaning down near me, grabbing my chin firmly, his face approaching mine, his eyes closing. I turned my head up and our lips met, his soft lips pushed against mine, opening them silently with a gentle force until his mouth completely covered mine. And then the magical mist, unseen, thick and heavy, entered my mouth. I breathed in deeply, so deep and concentrated that I inadvertently contracted my hole for a moment and felt his father's massive thick tool roughly fucking me. It hurt for a second, but only for that mere moment, as the effects of the shotgun smoke started to have effect quickly. Harrison and I exchanged the smoke back and forth several times, slowly, softly. Finally he pulled away from me, my lips parted wider, wanting him back as he stood up, head cocked back, mouth open, as the sinister fog floated from his mouth to the ceiling, almost in slow motion, glowing a faint light green from the fluorescent lighting. "THAT'S MY BOY!!!" He yelled again, startling us. Harrison turned his head suddenly looking at his father. His eyes looked dazed. The bITch was now with the son and the father. He smiled at his dad. It was a mischievous grin that I was all too familiar with having played with him a few times since we met earlier in the spring. The son disappeared in front of me and in his place was my FFuck buddy, standing beside us rubbing his crotch with a growing bulge. "Ain't that manhole special, huh Dad?" Harrison continued to massage his bulge. The earlier sense of shock and surprise in his voice had faded, now replaced by a lazy, soft tone of acceptance. Harrison spoke with a wrapped edge of anticipation. "FUKKKYEAH!!!" His dad replied. "I've been preppin'his hole for the last hour or so. Gettin' your friend here.." WACK!!! Another sudden slap on my ass stung me hard. "...all loose and open to take my Daddy dick! And he sure is a hungry muthafukka!" He pushed in HARD. "Oh fuck yeah," Harrison moaned. He started to peel off his tshirt, tossing it aside, unveiling his body, a slightly lighter toned version of his father, but a bit more muscled and hairier. His chiseled chest was covered in a dense fur of curly black hair with a ripped torso. His face was clean shaven with a strong square jaw resembling his father in many ways except for the fact that he had a shaved head. He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans, quickly pulling that off with his underwear. He was now completely naked, stroking himself. "Fuck that hole," he said, cheering his father on. The father pushed in harder and with force that my body jerked foreword again. He pulled almost all the way out quickly, and then just as suddenly, dived back inside my hole so deep, that I felt his balls slap against my ass. Hard and fast, hard and fast. His pace continued like this for awhile and my hole and my head were getting so lost in the incredible sensations that the shop seemed to go all dark, covered in shadows, the tint of the green fluorescent lighting fading away. My eyes seemed to be shutting itself slowly in response. And then he pulled almost all the way out again. But instead of plunging back inside my hungry hole, he stayed there with just the head at my entrance. The bulbous uncut head seemed enormous now. He seemed to be pulsing his cock. He wasn't cumming. It was a deliberate motion to get the slightest increase of girth of his dickhead. And I felt every amazing moment of it as my sensations were so heightened. His pulsing of the head and the slight and slow movements of his dick head going in and out of my hole was unbelievable. It was like a sequel to his earlier teasing but now he had gotten my hole accustomed to it that I started to play along, contracting and loosening my hole as he pulsed his dick. We were both groaning. "See how he likes that?" He motioned to his son, almost pulling the head all the way out before he carefully pushed it in my hole, just past the ridge of his uncut head. I opened my eyes and turned, observing Harrison who was now approaching us closer on the chair. He repeated the careful strokes a few more times. "Fuck Dad!" Harrison exclaimed, all excited. I looked at his eyes and recognized thaT hunger inside him. "Look how his manpussy asslips wrap around your cock when you pull out!" Harrison leaned in even closer, his hand reaching over. I looked in the mirror and he started to gently caress my asslips that were all slick with my manhole juice. He licked his fingers and brought it back to us, slowly touching my very sensitive asslips with the tip of his moistened finger, gliding it around, feeling how soft and turned on it was. Harrison licked his fingers. "Fukin' beautiful," his dad declared. And then he pulled out so rapidly that I didn't have to time to adjust to the sudden shock of being empty. He pulled away from me, stepped off the chair base platform and stood up straight on the floor of the shop. It all happened so quickly. I was still staring in the mirror and could see my manhole was so open, like a small mouth, pulsing, like it was trying to speak...begging silently to be filled. Before I could actually say anything, Harrison stepped onto the chair base platform, adjusted himself and pointed his dick at my hole. He pushed slowly at first, that I groaned, both in excitement and silently also in disappointment, my mind flashing in an instant that the son would be like his father and torment me further with more cock teasing. And just as that thought was stretching into some other unspoken mental tangent, Harrison PLUNGED IN HARD. OHFUKYEAHHHHH.... He went in hard and deep, rapid and furious, so fast and rigid that everything that had occurred before with his father seemed like some planned set-up. But I knew that was just the paranoia of the biTch settling in for a moment. I let the thought pass quickly and deliberately as the pounding on my needy manhole took all of mind's attention, the sudden shift of nervous thoughts to excited sensations overwhelming me. "Oh fukkk," Harrison moaned, continuing to pummel me with such force that it looked like an assault in the mirror. His father stepped around us, now holding the glass pipe, carefully lighting it as he observed us in action. "THAT'S MY BOY!!!" He yelled again, then took a deep, slow drag from the stem. He continued to walk around us, smoking from the pipe casually, leaning in every now and then to observe his son's long cock fucking me. And then he was in front of me, leaning in abruptly, his head appearing to grow larger and larger as he neared, his right hand grabbing firm on my head, pulling me to his face, his large mouth consuming mine, a heavy dense smoke exhaling into my lungs. I could only close my eyes. It was the only sense of control I had. His face never disengaged from mine. I exhaled the smoke back to him and he kept it in his lungs for a long moment, my mind wandering, so spun, that time had faded. His mouth was like a vice that I could not separate from him so I instinctively breathed through my nose, taking in rapid breaths, inadvertently pulling the smoke back into my mouth as his son stretched my hole. WACK!!! Another unexpected slap, this time hard on my face that I coughed hard, the thick smoke coming out of my mouth in one large exhale, so thick that his crotch faded behind the clouds. "Stay with us Boy," he commanded, he grabbed my chin with his free hand firmly, staring into my glazed eyes. "The fun is just startin'." WACK!!!

He grabbed me almost violently, yanking on my jock waistband as if it was a leash attached to a pet collar. He pushed and shoved my body forcefully, rearranging my position on the barber's chair, so suddenly, that I hadn't realized I had been standing for a second before I was pushed HARD back on the chair. He manhandled me, arranging my elbows so they were now resting on the seat, my upper body parallel to the cushion, my chest pressed on the leather, my head facing forward. I saw it before I felt it. It was in the mirror a foot or so way from me but it may as well have been a telescopic vision as it looked obscenely large, as if that was even possible. The head seemed fatter and engorged. Had it gotten bigger since it had been in my mouth moments ago? Or how long ago was THAT? The warm still air in the shop, mixed with the scents of our sweaty bodies with the antiseptic and grooming product aromas lingering around us, seemed to be playing tricks on my perception. We both were sweating profusely, beads of perspiration trickling from me, adding another layer of sheen to the worn leather of the chair. I looked at him in the mirror and from my viewing angle, the reflection of his head was cut in the diagonal crack in the glass. His left eye appeared normal, the other eye on the face was off centered with the iris and pupil appearing to be consumed in black. The thick uncut cockhead entered without any restriction. I am not even sure I felt it as my hunger had been building for quite a long time now that I wondered if this was really happening or some deranged wishful thinking. His thick dick slid into my hole, sans spit or other lubrication other than my own natural manhole juice I was creating from my hunger. I turned my gaze from the mirror and tried to balance myself in the forced position on the chair. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at his strange reflection anymore. I wanted to savor the sensation of his thick dick throbbing at my hole, in the blackness of my mind, unobstructed by my visual distractions. My heartbeat seemed to be getting louder as I took a deep breath. "You been askin' for THIS, huh Boy?" The dick head remained where it was at the entrance of my very hungry manhole. "How it feelin'?" "Fuck!" I exclaimed, my eyes still shut. "It feels great! It feels so thick, nice and fat!" I squirmed a little wanting to get more of that shaft inside me. "PUT IT IN!" I yelled, daring him. He grabbed the waistband of my jock, pulling again on them tightly with such FORCE that my back and upper body suddenly jerked. "DON'T BE FUCKIN' TELLIN' ME WHAT TO DO!!!" He yelled angrily. "I told you earlier : you ain't makin' the rules here. YA HEAR?!?" Outside a car on the avenue seemed to swerve as I heard the sounds of tires running hard and violently against the road surface. The summer evening humidity creeped in from the street, under the locked shop door, crawling on the linoleum floor and up the barber"s chair. He yanked hard on my jock again and then with his right hand shoved my upper body forward that my weight crashed on itself, my elbows unfolding, my chest hitting the warm seat of the chair. My left arm slammed against the hard metal side of the chair. A sharp intense pain came over me. I felt his thick cockhead trace against my asslips again and any discomfort I had just experienced seemed to quickly evaporate. He carefully moved his dickhead against my opening, just slowly, up and down, up and down but with a little pressure so it felt as if the bulbous head would enter at any moment. All he had to do was push. But he didn't. Instead he repeated this tease over and over, toying with me. I squirmed as it all felt magnificent. Suddenly, he shoved his thick shaft into me HARD and swift. And as open, as hungry as my hole was, it still took me by surprise, the roughness of the entry mixed with his sudden forcefulness and change of tone. But I didn't care. A feeling of exasperation and fulfillment came over me as if the inner heat from the large booty bump from earlier was finally subsisting, like smoldering sparks of a raging fire finally settling down. But the heat was still there. He stayed in his current position, barely moving. I finally opened my eyes and turned my head to gaze at our reflection. His head was cocked back, his arms extended, holding on to my waistband of my jock. His eyes were closed now and I could see he was muttering under his breath so low, that I barely heared him. I was only aware of it as I saw the slow movement of his thick lips in his reflection. "Muthafukka...muthafukka...," he whispered to himself. There was a slight sensation of rocking as I sensed his thick dick head sliding inside me but barely an inch was entering me, in and out, in and out. My hole was just so sensitive that everything felt MAGNIFIED. I was rolling my head uncontrollably on the chair, the cheek on my face rubbing against the leather. The dampness of my sweat made the leather feel slick. His subtle fucking continued at this slow pace. I was satisfied that he was finally inside me. I looked at the mirror again and was surprised to see most of his thick shaft OUTSIDE of me. The cock head was sliding in and out of my hole, stretching my asslips as he would pull out, the soft flesh swollen and clinging to this thick shaft, sliding in and out. He was b a r e l y in me. And yet I was feeling completely turned on by his limited entry. The thickness of the cock head, his deliberately slower pace, and the constant pushing and pulling at my asslips was providing a new sensation. It was like the stretch when someone was fisting me but less so and yet more intense at the same time. He kept going, slowly, methodically, in some studied rhythm. I kept watching our reflection, impressed at his skill and how he was making my hole feel with just the limited entry. I could sometimes see the edge of his foreskin wrapped tight and pulled back at the rim of his forehead as he pulled out carefully. And then it would disappear as he would plunge back into my willing and hungry hole. Whatever fire that had been subsiding earlier seemed to slowly creep back in as the effect of the booty bump would rise and fall, like a tide washing in. The engorged dark shaft appeared larger again. The heat in the shop and inside me from all the drugs were all playing with my perception. The fact that his cock was only partially inside with just the head carefully going in and out made his shaft appear longer in the mirror. It was like a camera trick and yet what I was experiencing between my legs only seemed to substantiate it. His skill made my hole so content and filled, even if it was only a few inches of his bulbous cockhead entering me. I didn't want it to end, it felt so good. I could have stayed in this position forever. The shaft pushed and pulled slowly, quickly, slowly again and then VIOLENTLY. Every now and then he would shove HARD all the way inside me. My body would jerk forward by the sudden assault, the shock and surprise of the feeling of his mass and volume completing me. And before I could really savor it, before I could relax my inner muscles of my hole to let him gain more entry, before I could mentally visualize it all inside me-he would pull out quickly. "How's that special pussy feelin' now?" He suddenly spoke, the deep voice penetrating the silence and warm, still air in the room. He pushed in carefully and pulled out in the same fashion. I moaned. It was all I could utter in response. He lunged in HARD again, shoving my upper body forward on the chair. I caught my breath, but barely had time to feel his thickness and mass inside me again before he suddenly pulled all the way out. He retreated so quickly and violently that if felt more criminal that he would leave me so empty, so void. The unexpected emptiness was almost painful as my manhole pulsed from the shock, my heart beat coming back in a loud drum, louder and louder as if it was a soundtrack to the sudden turn of events. I looked in the mirror. My face couldn't conceal my silent disappointment, my hunger. He pulled away from the chair and grabbed the poppers bottle that he had set aside earlier on the counter. "Get up Boy!" He commanded. I took a deep breath and slowly applied pressure on my arms to push me upwards from the chair. I took another careful, deep breath. My heart was beating faster and faster. I swear the sound was thundering in the room. His left arm suddenly grabbed me by my jock waistband as he helped me off the chair. I stood in front of him, trying to regain my balance from the change of position and dizziness. "Get that broom and dustpan," he motioned to one corner of the shop. What?" I was puzzled, confused and still dizzy. "You heard me Boy." I walked to the corner, leaned down to the floor and grabbed the dustpan with my left hand and stood straight and grabbed the broom with my other arm. I looked at him, still bewildered. "Now get over here and get on your knees and sweep all that mess of your hairs around us." "You can't be serious," I instinctively replied, almost sarcastically. He suddenly stepped forward and slapped me HARD with his free hand. It happened so fast and unexpectedly that I dropped the dustpan, the metal banged on the floor and seemed to echo for a moment until it was enveloped by the air in the room that seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. In between us, on the ceiling, the fluorescent light snapped away again, almost on cue to that moment, the lighting in the room getting dimmer in an instant. "I ain't gonna tell you twice," he said slowly, sternly. I looked at him, almost angry, my heartbeat getting louder and louder. He wasn't smiling or moving. I looked at his thick uncut shaft, still erect and glistening from my hole's juices. I saw the firmness in his stare so I bent down again, this time with my whole body, kneeling on the linoleum floor, collecting the dustpan with my left hand and holding the broom with my other. "You know what to do," he instructed. This wasn't easy. For one, I was very high. Whatever fire I had inside me seemed to have been quickly reignited with the unexpected slap on my face. It still stung on my cheek, his sudden explosion on me. But it burned even more in the emptiness between my legs. I bent forward with my upper body so it was angled lower to the floor with my legs spread wide for balance as my arms tried to sweep the tiny black needles of my clipped hair that was scattered all around us. I couldn't use my arms to support my balance so I spread my legs further, using the weight of my lower body for support, my ass in the air. I heard him step behind me. I was too low now. I didn't have the advantage of the mirrors around us to observe the situation at this level. He paced around me as I could only see his bare legs and his big feet still wearing the beat-up sneakers. I saw the base of the barber's chair behind me and the other chairs around us. Somehow the light from the ceiling didn't seem to penetrate down this deep so the room from this perspective seemed darker, dirtier. He continued to step around me slowly until he was behind me. And then he bent down and I felt part of his large mass and weight of his upper body on my back. "I want those floors spotless," he leaned into my side, whispering in my right ear. Suddenly his hands were around my head, one hand holding the poppers under my nostrils. "You know what to do," he repeated. I breathed deep, deeper than I thought possible. And as alarmed as I was from his unexpected assault earlier, I still wanted to please him. He positioned the bottle under the left nostril, then the right. My breaths were long and focused. And then he placed the bottle one last time on the left side again. I took an even larger breath and inhaled as long as I could as my heart seemed to want to come out of my chest. I felt as if I was spinning even more as my head, now lower to the floor, seemed to accentuate the chemical fumes entering me. His weight on my back released itself from me as he positioned himself behind me. I heard him take his own deep, long breaths from the bottle and then a sound that made me realize he was inhaling the sharp, nasty air into his mouth. I heard him quickly seal the cap and set the bottle aside on the floor. "Sweep, Boy!" He yelled, his voice suddenly muffled as his mouth enveloped my hole, his hands at my ass cheeks, pulling them apart obscenely wide as he exhaled the poppers into my burning hole. It was like throwing a lit match into a pool of gasoline. My hole erupted in a new layer of heat, hunger and anticipation. I tried to do as he commanded but it was impossible. The haze of my earlier poppers intake, my body angle made me even more dizzy and unbalanced, and this new sensation on my manhole was too much to bear. I was trying to please him but regardless of how I tried I could barely get any of the mess of tiny hairs on the floor in the dustpan. One moment I would manage to push the broom to collect and push the tiny shreds of hair. The next moment, my daze and condition would take over me and I would spill the contents back on the floor making more of a mess. "Muthafukka...," he muttered, in between breaths, his tongue diving deep into my my now even, hungrier hole. Beads of sweat rained down from my head to the floor. How was it that it was hotter down at this level? Wasn't heat supposed to rise? Or maybe it was : from my head to my ass that was higher in my kneeling position. I was sweating so much that miniature pools were being created on the floor surface, my tiny black hairs floating and gliding around in the perspiration. The hairs appeared to multiply and take over the tiny lakes of sweat on the floor, almost like the blackness consuming his eyes from earlier. He devoured my manhole. He was like a madman speaking an unintelligible language in between my ass. The poppers we had shared was hitting me hard. My upper body-angled lower on the floor-only accentuated the intense dizziness and floating experience I was going through. And of course there was the massive booty bump from earlier and his uncut cockhead teasing that seemed to have gone on for an eternity that added to whatever I was now feeling. It was as if everything he did was some prolonged extra-sensory experience, some expected and heightened more than I was used to, and some completely unexpected, unscripted. I only wanted more. His fat tongue glided slowly up inside my hole. I could feel the thick tip of it enter me, licking on my upper manhole wall. There was a rough coarseness to his tongue that I could sense that contrasted to the soft, moist textures of the inside of my manhole. All my sensations seemed so heightened that I wasn't surprised I could fathom this. And then the tongue would exit, yet continue to lick away, the roughness sliding along the freshly shaved smooth skin around my pulsing manhole. There was the addition of his beard which was surprisingly stiff and bristling. It felt like a rake against my hole. Every movement of his mouth around my hole would illicit a mix of sharp intense prickling pain like hundreds of tiny needles stabbing my sensitive shaved skin. His saliva was mixing with the layer of sweat in between my hole and balls causing so much moistness I could feel it run down my inner thighs, thin rivers of sex sliding down my legs, connecting with the pools of our perspiration on the floor, my tiny black shreds of hairs sailing on the surface. And then he would pull his tongue into his mouth for a moment, wetting it with more with his saliva. His entire mouth would consume my hole and he would suck on it slowly. He sucked with a gentle force to create a vacuum. And then he would release it quickly so that a puckering sound, moist and wet, would come from between my legs. And then he would kiss my hole again with that big mouth and suck some more, creating the vacuum again and release it as suddenly as it had started. He repeated this over and over, the smack and wet noises getting louder, nastier, almost like a sordid rhythm. My manpussy was singing. It was driving me crazy with the dizziness in my head from everything. And just as I was really getting into the intense sensations, his tongue and mouth would suddenly retreat. It was like he knew I was riding on the feeling, almost at its peak, and just before I would hit that high note he would suddenly stop. It felt deliberate. It felt calculated. It felt fucking great. His hands would pull my ass further apart like he was tying to rip me in half. My hole felt wider, bigger. His fat tongue would invade me again. Harder, tougher, pushing with force to gain more entry. The fat, rough tongue would suddenly lap at my burning manhole, furiously flicking at such a pace that every lick felt like a moist stabbing at my hole. I was shaking uncontrollably from the over-stimulation. He was groaning as he ate my manhole, muttering under his breath. "Muthaaa..." The fat tongue would lap rapidly on my hole. "...fukkaaaa...." The tongue would dive deeper, harder. It was too much. I was on hyper-stimulation overload. I dropped the dustpan, the loud clanging of the metal hitting the floor rang in the shop. Little black hairs littered the floor. "WHAT THE..." His mouth pulled away from my hole, his hands pushing away from me. I turned my head slightly to see him suddenly kneel straight up, pulling away from my backside. "DIDN'T I SAY TO CLEAN THIS MESS?!?" His voice boomed in the space. SLAP!!! The sudden sting of his hand hitting my ass took me by surprise. He hit me with such force that my body jerked forward slightly from the assault. SLAP!!! Another swing on my other cheek. My heartbeat was back in the forefront, the rhythm beating faster, louder. The residue of the slaps on my ass burned. I sensed the heat building again as my manhole was left vacant of any activity. It seemed to protest the lack of tongue, dick, and fingers by burning more intensely. "Look at this fuckin' mess!" He complained, getting up now and circling around me. I adjusted my upper body, lifting it from its current lowered position. Suddenly I felt his right foot on my head, the dirty beat-up sneaker pushing on me. "Did I say you could stand up, Boy?" His foot applied more pressure, pushing my head lower and lower to the floor. I could not speak. The burning between my legs was getting more intense that I couldn't comprehend a reply. I nodded my head slightly in response as he continued to apply pressure with his foot, my head so low now that my left cheek was brushing against a pool of perspiration on the floor that was covered with my shredded black hairs. "You disappoint me Boy!" He removed his foot from my head and I heard him walk around me, kicking the broom away from us as it banged against one of the barber chairs and resettled against the corner floor. I lifted my head slightly, careful to not offend him. I so wanted to please him so he could continue with my burning, needy manhole. He lunged forward unexpectedly, his left foot now on my head, pressure applying itself until my face was again at the floor. I groaned. I was hating it and loving it at the same time. My manhole pulsed from the excitement. He grabbed the dustpan away from me and suddenly released his foot from my head. I exhaled a deep breath and turned my gaze silently watching him approach the counter, the dustpan in one hand, his thick uncut monster cock swaying as he moved. I tried not to look. I didn't want him hitting me again although the sudden assaults did excite me. I could feel my hole pulsing, needy for his attention. I heard water running from the shampoo sink station and wondered what he was doing. The water shut off and from my angle I could see he was approaching the counter. He was fumbling through my parrTy kit. He approached me again, the dirty best-up sneakers were now near my head. "You stay right there, Boy," he instructed. His right foot lifted and settled on my head again, more pressure this time that the side of my face was pushed to the linoleum surface, my cheek flattening parallel to the floor. He stood over me, his feet facing my shoulders, leaning forward as he bent down, getting on top of me so that his heavy cock and balls were resting on the back of my neck. I could smell the mustiness between his legs and my hole pulsed some more. He squatted over me as the mass and weight of his body pushed me further onto the floor. I felt one of his hands grab at my ass, roughly pulling my cheek aside. "What a fuckin' beautiful shaved pussy you got there," he said, proud of his work. I felt a new pressure on my manhole. It was thick and heavy and it was going inside me slowly, methodically. I was still dizzy and all his weight on me wasn't helping to comprehend the situation. I knew it wasn't his dick since his body was turned around in its current position. Like -WTF!?! And then I felt the BURN. O H F U C K. He was giving me YET another booty bump. Was he intentionally planning to get me so spun that I would be out of control? Clearly I had already went past that point much earlier. My head was crunched on the floor. My face was itching from the tiny needles of my trimmed hair that was now sticking to my cheek, my chin. I wanted so much to scratch my face yet I couldn't move as the BURNING between my legs only intensified. I stared across the room trying to gather some focus, some sense of normalcy to the situation that was far from normal. And all I could see across from me were shadows setting itself against the corner and slowly approaching, covering the shop further in the dimmed lighting. The mass and volume at my hole pressed in further, pushing the burn of the booty bump deeper. It was thick and felt wet and cold. As it got in deeper, the girth decreased so that any earlier tension dissipated. But yet the burning MAGNIFIED. I closed my eyes, the weight of his lower body seemed heavier on my head. I could feel his thick hard-on throbbing even more on the back of my neck. I now realized he had coated the tip of the rubber handle of the dustpan with Tina that he was pushing slowly into my hungry, burning hole. "FUCKIN' BEAUTIFUL!!!" He shouted unexpectedly. He pushed the handle of the dustpan carefully into my hole. And then he would pull it out at the same pace. He repeated this over and over, taking his time, playing with the rhythm, the speed, the pressure. I was groaning louder uncontrollably, the intensity of what was happening mixed with the continuing graduation of the Tina burning further inside my tunnel. As he pulled out the widest part of the handle would dilate on my hole, the sense of the stretching so dramatic it was causing me to hallucinate, my mind running away from me, visualizing some other scene of a crater expanding in slow motion, a surreal pictorial metaphor inside my head. Waves of heat and fire exploded inside me. Suddenly everything took on a hyper level. The darkness seemed to dance around the room, shadows jumping from one corner to the next, one minute near my face that was still smashed on the floor, the next on the wall, the ceiling. The flickering of the fluorescent lighting above us now seemed to be occurring faster and faster, further adding to my questionable state of mind. My senses were ultra-heightened. I could hear traffic screeching outside the barber shop and the thunderous pace of pedestrians pacing on the sidewalk with my ear to the ground. My heartbeat seemed deafening. The aroma of the shop also took on another level that my nostrils burned from the chemical fog I seemed to be inhaling. And in between my legs I could only feel s a t I s f a c t I o n. He pushed and pulled the dustpan handle so hard and rapid on my manhole that I could barely catch my breath. The quick contraction and dilation of my hole was almost too much to comprehend. One moment I was in ecstasy. I wanted to savor it, to allow the glow of the sensation to pause inside my head. But he would not even allow that. Instead he would pull the handle out violently and abruptly, so fast that it was wrenching. It was another kind of burn and I would jerk from the assault in a mix of pain and unexpected pleasure. I bit my lip so hard I ripped the soft skin, tasting a little of my blood. He pushed in hard again, the massive girth of the handle expanding my hole. It felt like one of my thicker toys. He shook the dustpan so that the handle jerked left and right, up and down, violently inside me. The massive amount of Tina inside my hole only heightened the feeling. It should have hurt but the fire inside was tinting all my sensations that I only wished the handle were thicker and longer! I groaned louder, my face rubbing against the floor, more tiny hairs collecting on my cheek. He pushed harder and I felt the wide tip of the handle sink inside me, a momentarily glorious pain as the widest part pushed against my manhole. And then it was was just a feeling of being filled as the entire handle was in my hole. He started banging on the flat surface of the dustpan gently at first, then adding gradual pressure as if he was drumming on it, the vibrations echoing inside my tunnel. The tip of the handle was near my prostate so every time he would bang on the dustpan it would send a tiny shockwave inside me. He would bang hard then gradually less pressure and then build it back up again. The decrease it. Then increase it. The vibrations were maddening and random. I could feel precum leaking out of me as if he was milking me. Precum fell to the floor and mixed with the lakes of perspiration on the linoleum surface. And then suddenly he jumped off my body, pulling the handle out of my hole. He yanked it out so fast that it hurt. But it was a magnificent pain like a large wide cock violently pulling out of a furious fuck. I yelled uncontrollably wanting it back inside me. "GET UP!" He shouted. I was shaking, but not from his command, but from everything else: the drugs inside me, the emptiness between my legs and the heat in the shop that seemed to only increase, like my hunger. I took a deep breath as my heartbeat suddenly became evident again, drumming louder and louder like some dub step rhythm rising from under the floorboards. I inhaled deep and exhaled deeper and mentally tried to calm myself. "GET UP I SAID!" S L A P !!! FUCKING HELL! That last strike really hit me this time. The weight and force and suddenness felt like a hot pan scorching on my ass cheek. It stung so bad it momentarily distracted my mind from the hunger and emptiness in between my legs. I took another deep breath and slowly, carefully stood up, turning slightly to him and seeing my crazed reflection in the cracked mirror. I looked deranged. Tiny black hairs were randomly stuck on my face, my chin and somehow my upper body. I looked very, very high. I looked at him standing at arm's length away from me. He looked equally high if not higher. His thick uncut cock was still standing at attention. Suddenly he threw the dustpan across the room where it hit one of the other chairs, banging against the metal surface of the thick base, the clanging echoing in the room for a moment until it fell loudly on the floor, swallowed by the shadows. It caught me by surprise, distracting me. And then I looked at his cock and back at my reflection in the mirror. Nice haircut. I smiled at him and looked deep into his eyes. The blackness that had consumed his iris earlier had faded and I could make out the color of his eyes. He almost smiled at me. "Get back on the chair." He wasn't yelling at me now. He turned the chair so it was in profile again in the mirror and pulled on the side crank as the chair lowered itself by a few inches. I climbed on, setting my ass on the seat. "No-not like that," he grabbed my right arm and pulled me off the seat, manhandling me again with force, turning my body around, guiding me, so that I was facing the back of the chair, my knees bent and kneeling at the seat, my legs spread wide so that they hit the edge of the chair arms, my ass hanging over the seat. "Beautiful," he said, proudly. I turned my head slightly and gazed in the mirror. My ass cheeks looked slightly bruised from the earlier slapping. My hole looked red and puffy. Was that blood on my asslips? Or was it some imagined paranoia setting in? I couldn't tell as everything seemed over-saturated as if this was a Photoshop image with the color levels artificially adjusted. My heart beat louder and louder. He stepped onto the chair, standing on the platform base that was elevated off the floor surface. He faced me, his hard uncut cock pointing at my hungry hole. I took a deep breath. Finally he was going to really fuck me! Out of nowhere we both heard jingling with the lock of the shop door from the outside. We stared at each other silently for a moment, my head cranked awkwardly, as the door pushed in, opening unexpectedly, the blinds on the inside of the glass door rattling. A man stepped inside. He was concealed in the darkness of the shadows at the entrance of the shop, his face indistinguishable. But I could make out his silhouette. He was tall with wide shoulders and a shaved head. He looked very fit. He stepped in quickly, the door slamming shut behind him as his features became more visible in the dim lighting. "HARRISON?!?" The barber and I shouted TOGETHER. We looked at each other for an instant of shock and then at the man, stunned that we BOTH knew him. "DAD?!?" He looked as equally surprised as we did. And then he gulped and said my name, almost in a whisper, suddenly recognizing me, squatting on the chair, my hole pulsing uncontrollably as his father's bulbous uncut cockhead entered my burning hole.

I looked at him directly, staring into his eyes with a new hunger. He just smiled back at me, almost silently mocking my vulnerability, my need, my anticipation. I scooted down in the chair further, the leather cracking under me, as I pushed my ass over the edge of the seat further, pulling on both my legs further back, my hands supporting them tightly under the thighs. He stepped forward, grabbing his now very hard cock with his right hand, as he stroked it, pulling on the foreskin so that the thick, bulbous head would appear and disappear, almost winking at me, teasing me. "You wantin' some of this Boy?" I looked at his eyes and then at the head of his dick. I nodded. I think I heard myself groan. "What was that?" He took a half step back. "Y-y-yes," I stuttered, nervously, pulling my legs further back and apart. "Yes...Fuck it." "WATCHA say, Boy?" "Fuck it...please," I begged. He smiled and stepped forward slightly, pleased with himself for commanding the situation. He grabbed the chair suddenly and applied pressure on one side so it swiveled clockwise so quickly that I almost lost my balance in my current position. He looked in the cracked mirror over the counter and adjusted the chair back a little bit in the other direction so that we were both in profile in the reflection. He stepped forward again and yanked on the side lever, cranking it up and down a few times until the chair lowered itself a few inches. He stepped forward aiming the thick cock at my manhole and examined the reflection. "Oh yeah," I whimpered. "Please. Put it in!" I looked at the reflection also, pulling my legs further back and apart. He inched closer so that I felt the thick head brush against the outside of my asslips. I closed my eyes and moaned uncontrollably. "You likin' that, huh?" He shifted the cock head a bit, still on the outside of my manhole, brushing against it, up and down, up and down. He pushed the head in just s l i g h t l y as I felt the massive head spread my asslips with a little pressure. I felt a new moistness, his precum lubricating my hungry hole so that it started to feel slick and wet. I moaned even more. "I guess you likin' it then," he replied for me. "But you ain't ready yet." He pulled back suddenly and my hole closed up slowly from the emptiness. I moaned in regret. "Need to get that special pussy of yours really wantin' THIS!" He shook his thick, uncut shaft, taunting me as we both stared in the mirror. I looked puzzled in my reflection. He turned abruptly and grabbed my parTy bag and fished around inside. "This what I THINK it is?" he asked, waving my contact lens case. "Yeah," I replied, grabbing my legs tighter. "It's Tina but grounded into a fine powder." "Perfect," he smiled at me, unscrewing one of the caps. "Just what I was lookin' for." He licked his right index finger (which was massive in itself) and dipped into the container. The tip of his finger was coated heavily with the white magical dust. The Tina covered his finger like a miniature trimmed white glove in contrast to his dark skin. There was so much dust that I couldn't recall if I had ever had such a large booty bump. This was going to B U R N. "I want to make that special pussy sing," he said, examining his finger and then glancing at my hole. The annoying fluorescent light behind us suddenly snapped again, almost punctuating his declaration. I pulled on my legs tighter. He approached slowly, the finger pointing to the ceiling, almost as if he was holding a gun, ready to shoot. "You ready, Boy?" He looked at me perversely. I replied by pulling my legs further apart. "This gonna sting..." He approached as his hand descended to my hole, almost in slow motion. I glanced at the mirror as the Tina-dusted finger found my hole and dug in quickly. "Uhhhhh..." I moaned in satisfaction and in slight pain. He fed me with so much crystal that it seemed to be lining my colon from my hole and further deep inside. It was like a hot lava rolling inside me rapidly, causing tingling and familiar sensations but heightened to a new level. Everything that the Tina dust touched immediately burned. I was on fire and I didn't want it to be extinguished. "Let's let it cook in there," he said into my reflection, winking at me. His finger never left my hole. Instead he rotated it, clockwise at first, applying a firm pressure against my asswall. It burned with every movement. I bit my lip. And then he would turn that thick digit counter-clockwise, making sure to evenly coat my hungry tunnel with whatever Tina dust was still on that finger. I moaned. He continued, slowly fucking that finger in and out, in and out, but never removing it completely so that my hunger continued to build. I felt a sudden mass and couldn't figure out what he was doing as I looked in the mirror again. "You likin' that huh?" He seemed to announce, again pleased with himself. He pulled the finger out almost all the way from my hole that I saw he had curled the finger inside me for extra mass and volume. And then he pushed back in. I closed my eyes. His finger did a dance inside that seemed like forever. He pushed, pulled and turned and did other countless moves, continuing to tease my hole. I was now moaning uncontrollably as the fire inside ignited to a new level, burning hotter and hotter than I have ever felt before. My heart was beating faster that I thought I could hear it. The heat was intense as was my hunger. "Please," I whimpered. "Put it in!" "You ain't ready until I say so," he stated. He leaned close to me and turned his body slightly. "I wanna hear that special pussy sing." He leaned in and kissed me hard, his large lips enveloping mine so suddenly that I almost lost my breath. I inhaled through my nose. Breathing seemed strangely difficult as my heart beat became more rapid and louder. It was the massive booty bump having its effect. I had never been this high so intensely and so quickly. It was alarming. It was exciting. I inhaled through my nose again and let his fat tongue invade my mouth and kissed him back, licking his lips, his teeth, his mouth. We both groaned. I felt a new pressure on my hole. He continued to kiss me, my eyes still closed, enjoying the heightened sensation and the near panic that seemed to be creeping behind me. My heart beat faster and faster. He had two of his fingers inside my hole which was still on fire. The additional pressure eased up as my very hungry hole swallowed his digits. They twirled inside me in every which way, loosening me up, getting me open, hungry. "PUT IT IN!" I yelled, surprised at myself. He stepped back and looked at me sternly. "You like being in control huh, boy? Well let me tell you somethin'. This ain't no booty call. This ain't your spot." He paused and looked around the room. "Remember-you came into MY shop. I make the rules. You got me Boy?" His fingers did a dance inside my hole. He knew he had me. I nodded silently, obediently. The darkness of the early evening crept into the shop as what little natural light left outside faded quickly. The room took on another shade of green, as if the saturation level had been diminished, clouding the room in a subtle vignette of thin shadows at the edges. He suddenly pulled his fingers out. I looked at him in the mirror, dazed, puzzled, selfish in my need to be filled. The emptiness in my hole with its inner fire was maddening. All I could think of was some part of him inside me. NOW. "Put your legs down," he commanded. "You rest for a minute. I don't want you worn out." He turned around towards the counter, reaching for the glass pipe. "We barely started, Boy." He fed the pipe with more Tina and lit it up, slowly cooking it until it was ready. I exhaled a deep breath as my legs came down on the side of the chair. "Relax Boy," he commanded again. "You were getting tense there before. Definitely don't want that." I eased into the chair and slowly pulled myself up to sit a little bit straighter. My heart continued to race, pounding and pounding. I watched him take a big, deep hit from the pipe several times. Then he fished into my overnight bag again, juggling the contents around until he found something. He held a small brown bottle and smiled, handing it to me. He took another big hit from the glass pipe, held it and then set it aside on the counter. He approached me, leaning into me, taking my hand holding the poppers which he steered towards my mouth. He unscrewed the top and aimed the bottle at my lips and silently nodded, commanding me. I took a big, deep breath of a hit as he quickly sealed the bottle. Suddenly his mouth was over mine, exhaling the magic smoke into my lungs, chasing the popper hit. HOLY SHIT! That was a new shotgun experience! The poppers hit my head and made my heart beat faster and faster. I had to shake my head a little from the effect. His face was still on top of me as his eyes stared intensely into mine. Our lips were locked as was our gaze. His pupils appeared to be gradually getting larger, darker, as if they were consuming his irises. Then they would recede slowly, almost back to their original sizes. But before they would hit the origin point they would suddenly enlarge again at a slightly increased speed. Then suddenly, shrink again in some strange rhythm that I couldn't tell if he was somehow silently communicating to me in some new form. I shook my head quickly, shaking it, confused, bewildered, f l y i n g, as the Tina smoke now started to hit me with the haze of poppers. I exhaled back a huge breath and he swallowed my air as his pupils receded to their original size. He pushed away from me, his head and body, retracting rapidly, his large frame silhouetted against the fluorescent green light that appeared behind him on the ceiling, the darkness of his skin taking on a sharp yet faint edge cast by the overhead haze. He exhaled and two fingers found their way into my hole. His head turned slowly at an angle, his right chin lowering itself asymmetrically as he studied my face. I think my mouth was slightly a gape. I wasn't sure. His face was a further distance from mine now. It seemed far away. I couldn't see his pupils anymore or judge their size. His head turned in the other direction as I realized four fingers had been caressing my hole. "I think your pussy is ready to sing." He appeared in focus, sharp. His eyes were all black.

Fuck it. It was late Saturday afternoon and I had just finished running some last-minute errands getting stuff to keep me hydrated for that evening's play session with a FFuckbud in Bushwick. I was a little behind schedule and felt rushed, sweating from the late summer humidity and sexual anticipation. It was a warm day and I was wearing a t-shirt with cut-off sleeves, shorts and sneakers. I took a deep breath to relax as I waited for the Über car to arrive. I stared at my phone screen: the app displayed the driver was a few minutes away. He was kinda hot from the thumbnail image of his profile. OINK! Buzz. My phone vibrated as the screen display got interrupted as a text came in. HIM: SORRY baby. Can't host tonight after all. Something came up. Have to cancel. Fuck it. I texted him back quickly. ME: Dang that sucks. HIM: I know!!! Was really looking forward 2 PNP and getting @ that pussy of urs. ME: K. Another time then. HIM: I'll make it up 2 u next time I CYU. ME: L8R. I was already cleaned out and just a little buzzed. I smoked a little bowl while getting ready earlier to get me in the mood. It was enough to get my manhole hungry. He is one of my regular fuckbuds. I hate it when they cancel as the last thing I want to do is go online and take a risk with someone new. I like playing with the few regular buds I have. We have great connection and they know how to make my insatiable hole feel great. And I give it back in return. Except not tonight apparently. I stared at my phone screen. Now what? I thought to myself. Should I contact another bud at this last minute? Go online and risk searching for someone new? That seemed desperate (well I was sorta...). FUCK IT. I cancelled the Über car. I shook my head cursing at myself. I had a bag of protein and energy drinks in one hand and my phone on the other. Beside me, I had a small overnight travel bag that had some of my favorite toys, various lube and grease, poppers, and my toiletry bag parTy kit. All that preparation for nothing. I looked around me at the storefronts on the block. I live in an area of north Brooklyn that is historically more African American. But that is rapidly changing as it gentrifies year by year as the a new influx of people move in (myself included), priced out of Manhattan and other areas of northwest Brooklyn. I see a barber shop across the street. Hmm...time for a cut, I think to myself. If I can't play, I may as well get a haircut. I usually go to my barber in the East Village but I sure wasn't going there tonight. It had been a few weeks since my last cut and I like to keep my hair short and buzzed fresh. I was overdue. I placed my phone in my shorts pocket, picked up the overnight bag and crossed the street. Some aashole hipster almost ran into me on a Ciibike, oblivious to jaywalkers ruling the street. I cursed at him as he sped by, not hearing me with his headphones on. I was still spitting at the air when I got in front of the barbershop. It was about to close, totally empty except for one lone barber. I entered. "Hey," I greeted him, walking in. "How's it going? Can you do one more today?" The barber looked me up and down quickly as he was putting some equipment away. "It's late." It almost sounded like a complaint. He looked at me appearing to size me up. The barber was in his mid to late 50's, a tall dark, black man with short, buzzed cut hair and a trim beard that had a light salt and pepper pattern. He was about 6'3" and I guessed around 225 lbs of solid man. He looked like a coach for a high school athletic team. He had a handsome face in a rugged way with an impressive squared-off jawline that was framed with a short beard. He was wearing a dark green, button-down short sleeve shirt that served him like a uniform and was snug on his upper body. The top two buttons were undone and I could see short bristles of salt and pepper hair lightly covering his chiseled chest. He was wearing dark blue sweatpants that were a little loose. I couldn't help but notice that he had impressively large feet in his black beat-up sneakers. I could read that he was in good shape for his age. "I just need a buzz cut." My hair was about a half-inch long, too long for my taste. "You can do me quick: in-and out." I smiled at him. "Cool?" He moved towards me then passed my side heading to the storefront windows. "I am just about to close," he announced as he shut off the air conditioner. His voice had a deep weight with an after-tone of a subtle bass. I liked how he sounded. He adjusted the old blinds at the windows, lowering them one by one as the narrow shop got darker. He looked me up and down again. I noticed some pause with his gaze. "I will do you," he said, locking the door and lowering the last shade on the inside of the door. The shop was darker now, cut off visibly from the outside. The small shop had old fluorescent light bars overhead in three parallel rows casting a greenish glow to the room. His dark skin took on another sheen with the absence of natural light from the outdoors. One length of the light on the farthest right ceiling row was flicking on and off, shorting itself randomly, casting stranger highlights on both of us that would materialize and then quickly disappear. "You're in luck, Boy," he finally smiled. I liked that he called me Boy. Was he flirting with me as he read me visually again (or so I thought)? Or was I just horny from my now defunct evening's anticipation? "You're my last customer." He walked into the shop towards one of the corners. "I'll take you." He washed his hands at a corner sink for shampooing customers. He dried them off thoroughly. Nice forearms, I thought; they were thick and solid. "Put your bags down by that last chair," he instructed in that deep tone, pointing to a beat-up leather barber chair. "Sit down." I walked towards the corner, setting the overnight bag down. I placed my plastic grocery bag on the linoleum-tiled floor. The contents fell out, imbalanced and tossed around. My drinks rolled around our feet. "You goin' to do some major exercise or somethin' tonight?" He peered at me and then the various drinks scattered on the floor. "Yeah," I laughed as I looked up at him. "You could say that," I paused. "...special exercises." I knelt down, gathering the various bottles and placing them carefully back in the bag. "They help keep me going." He was now standing beside me, near the counter, getting some of his barber tools out of several small cabinets. I couldn't help but stare at his crotch as it was just a few inches from my face. He turned slightly, opening another cabinet to get some clippers so he was in profile from my viewpoint. WHOA! Nice bulge! There was something definitely in those dark sweatpants. I couldn't stop looking at it, that inner buzz inside me from earlier triggered itself ON. "You done yet?" He looked down at me, a tight smile on his face. "Sit down on the chair and let's get this started." I got up and sat down on the barber chair. It was an old-skool shop; probably from the late 80's when the neighborhood was a lot rougher. I got myself comfortable on the chair which looked like an antique at this point. The leather was well worn on the seat and it crackled as I adjusted myself, straightening my back. There were mirrors all around us at each chair station. There were six chairs in the shop in total, three at each side, with just a little walk space in the center of the narrow shop. You could see your reflection from one side of the room to the other into infinity as the mirrors on each side of the shop reflected on itself. The mirrors were a bit faded, well past their time; some were cracked, including the one in front of us, a hairline fracture that ran diagonally from mid-center on the left side up to the right corner of the glass surface. If I turned slightly, my head appeared split and off-register. The cabinets surrounding the mirrors at each chair station were covered in black Formica, the edges a bit frayed. There was a scattering of photos all around each station displaying men's hairstyles from old to current trends. I looked across from me and observed his personal photos taped around the mirror. A few were with his wife (I presumed) from different eras. He maintained a great body regardless of the decade. I noticed the wife in older photos but only solos of him or with male friends as he got older. There was a photo of him without a shirt, I am guessing from the last decade, probably on some island vacation, showing off his chiseled chest. HOT! I could feel myself starting to sweat slightly. He grabbed a long sheet of white tissue paper from one of the frayed tiny cabinets in front of us flanking the large mirror. I watched our reflection as he proceeded to get ready, folding the tissue as he walked behind me. He wrapped the tissue around my neck and tucked it into my T-shirt collar. He did this quietly as he looked deep into my eyes in the mirror. I watched him in return, also silent. I sensed we were both assessing the situation and measuring each other. I couldn't quite get a read on him. He was making me nervous. He was making me horny. I looked at those forearms again. They were large and thick, a light tangle of dark hair blended with his skin tone. I saw some tattoos on his right arm that I hadn't noticed before. They were faded and old, the black ink almost blending with his dark skin tone. The designs gave away their age as they were soft and fuzzy, the edges blurred by time and unsaid experiences. He reached for a dark sheet that was folded at the edge of the chair arm. He snapped it in the air suddenly, startling me as it sounded louder than it probably was, my senses already heightened. He unfolded it and draped it over me. It was a thin polyester sheet and it created a second skin over my crotch and upper body. He fastened it around my neck methodically. His large hands then rested on my shoulders, brushing the sheet into place. His palms seemed to be wiping away the creases so that the draping of the sheet over my upper body was even and centered. His hands had a weight to them that felt solid and heavy. Impressive. Masculine. Sexy. His fingertips applied a little pressure to the front of my shoulders for a mere moment, a slight massage. I moaned. Fuck it-that felt good! His right hand lifted in the air and disappeared behind my head in the reflection as our eyes met again and traced each other. The palm of that hand now brushed the back of my neck and ran up and down the back of my head, feeling my hair lightly as if we was barely touching it, running up and down, up and down, slowly, gently, almost sensually. It was if he was studying my hair, its texture, softness, healthiness. But his touch seemed to graze over me longer than professionally expected, unmeasured seconds that bordered into inappropriate movements. I moaned a little more, almost embarrassed at my obviousness. "Whatcha want, Boy?" Finally he spoke. The tone was now almost gentle, but just a bit, a decipherable difference I caught in comparison to his not-so-friendly greeting when I had entered earlier. The deep voice seemed to echo for a few seconds in the small, empty shop. Outside the light was getting fainter as the sun had set quickly as the late afternoon stepped into the early summer evening. The broken fluorescent light bar behind us flickered like a signal as if it were announcing the passing of the day. "Just a buzz cut," I stammered in my reply. His large hand ran over the top of my head again, rapidly this time. "What you take? 1.5? 2?" He looked at me. "Huh?" I was puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Clippers. Razor guard size," he answered. "Oh. I think it's usually a 2." I inadvertently brought my hand up to the top of my head as If to measure my hair and our hands touched for a second. He looked at me in the mirror. "Then my regular barber goes more in detail with a 1.5." "Regular barber?" His tone was definitely easing. "Yeah. I go to this Ukrainian guy in the East Village. I had a date that cancelled and saw your shop was still open. So here I am." "A date huh?" He kind of sneered at that. "You don't look like you dressed for any date." Fuck it. What the hell. "Yeah...well it was more a hook-up," I confessed quickly. "He cancelled at the last minute. I was right across the street to meet him when he cancelled. Saw your shop was still open. Figured I would get a buzz here." "Well you came to the right spot," his hand brushed the back of my head again, now taking his time, slowly running his palm up and down, up and down. "You got nice hair, nice texture...very soft." I stared at our reflection in the cracked mirror. Behind us, the fluorescent light bar shorted out for a second or two. He stopped with my hair and walked over to the cabinets and got his clippers ready, plugging the cord in a socket by his right. He approached me and I stared at him, my eyes following him in the mirror as he positioned himself behind me. He flicked the clippers on and it came alive, resting on my head for a second before he started to push it along. The whir and buzz of the vibration seemed like a strange percussion in my ears. He started by running the clippers from the front of my head towards the back. The clippers vibrated in a gentle rhythm over my scalp. I was definitely hyper sensitive with the little toke on the glass pipe from earlier. Fuck it-that felt GOOD-as he raked my head methodically, row by row. It was like an electronic massage in parallel motions going over my scalp. Tiny threads of dark, black hair fell around me, scattering on the sheet on my upper abdomen and crotch, raining down as the clippers ran its path. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation privately. I took in the mechanical buzz and vibration and breathed in slowly. "You OK there, Boy?" He noticed. I opened my eyes slowly, staring at our reflection. My head was on one side of the reflection in the crack of the mirror, his on the upper half. He was almost smiling. "You OK?" He repeated, the voice had a hint of concern. "You looked like you went somewhere down the avenue or somethin'." "Uh yeah," I replied, a little embarrassed. "I just like clipper cuts. It feels good," I admitted. "OK, Boy," he laughed and winked at my reflection. He continued with the clippers, buzzing around the rest of the top of my scalp, then the back and sides. He walked around me, shifting from my right side then to the left, getting in the correct position, gently pushing my head down or to the side to get a better angle. Short, trimmed hair continued to rain around me. I watched him intently in the mirror. His arms flexed as he moved the clippers around my head. The cuffed edge of his short-sleeves were tight around his biceps. I observed his hand, large with thick, long fingers, holding tight on the clippers gliding it around my head. He sure was getting sexier by the minute. "What kinda hook-up you had goin' tonight?" He didn't look at me as he continued to push the clippers around my right ear, carefully and slowly sculpting at the hair edge, repositioning himself to my right side, his large body getting closer to the chair arm, closer to me. I turned my head slightly to him but he quickly pushed my head face-forward with a gentle but in-control force as he continued sculpting the edge around the back of my ear. "What kinda hook-up is it that you got all those energy drinks?" He sneered a little now but continued to put his attention on my hairline. "And what's with the overnight bag, Boy?" Fuck it. Go for it, I told myself. I was already a little buzzed and so horned up. "Well," I looked at his reflection, waiting for his eyes to meet mine, trying to get more of a read on him. "If you really want to know...we were going to parTy and get all crazy and shit." "Watcha talkin' 'bout?" His eyes suddenly looked in the mirror, curious. "You know: parTy?" I emphasized the last syllable. He moved the clippers away from my head, staring at me more seriously in the mirror. "I like a little Tina. Gets me all wild and super horny." He smiled at me and resumed clipping around the right side of my head. "That bitch Tina?!?" He laughed. "She sure is a good time." He smiled wider and continued to carefully trim around my ear and side. "Haven't fucked with that biTch in ages." "So you parTy too?" He got my attention. I shifted slightly in my chair. "Oh yeah, Boy." He looked at me proudly in the mirror, then placed his attention back to cutting my hair. "Yeah, after my wife passed over ten years ago, I got a little crazy for a minute...if you know what I'm sayin'. Few bitches here and there. Some wild ones too! Those are the ones I partied with. GOOD TIMES!" He smiled at that memory and continued with the clippers. "Whatcha get into? You a bottom, Boy?" He stopped for a second, looking at me, waiting for my reply. I nodded as he held the clippers away from my head. "Yeah. I thought so." He stepped away from me, careful to not get tangled with the cord of the clippers, and walked towards another cabinet and adjusted the blade guard. His body was turned just slightly, most of his back facing me. When he was done, he walked behind me, then towards my left side. He brought the clippers back to my head to go in for a finer trim detail. He cranked the lever on the side of the chair as it jerked up a few inches, raising me. My left elbow was now at the same level as his crotch. His body was much closer now. I could feel his body heat. He carefully continued with the clippers, inching his body closer and closer now that my elbow was rubbing against the jersey material of his sweatpants. WHOA! SHIT! He was fucking hard as a rock! He continued with the cut, shifting his body left to right just slightly, back and forth, rubbing his crotch on my elbow. I pushed my left arm towards him, playing his game, adding pressure to his crotch that was now pressing against me. "Ohhhhh...Boy. That do feel good." He stopped cutting my hair for a moment, pressing harder on my arm, his head cocked back, eyes closed. I stared at our reflection. Then suddenly he opened his eyes. "You got any of that biTch in your bag there, Boy?" His eyes spoke of experience and knowledge. I could read that we had something in common... HUNGER. I nodded in the reflection. "Let's invite that biTch to this party then, Boy." He stepped away from me a half step, holding the clippers down at his side. It was still buzzing. From the mirror I saw an impressive silhouette of a bulge growing in his sweatpants. It was huge and thick, stretching the jersey material obscenely. "Boy, I haven't let loose since I don't know when. Haven't made it with a guy in ages either. But you sure are cute. And I sure am horny. I told you you came to the right spot." He paused and gave me a serious glare in the mirror. "Open your bag." The light flickered behind us again. In the mirror my hair was half-done: one side short and buzzed, the other unfinished. I looked a little crazy with this insane half-done buzz cut. I also looked really horny. A bead of sweat trickled down the left side of my forehead. I slowly stood up from the chair, countless hairs trimmed at the same tiny lengths, like black needle tips, littering around us on the floor. I walked over to my overnight bag, bent down and pulled on the zipper. He turned off the clippers, walked around the chair, and set it on the cabinet counter. I dug through the contents, looking for the small toiletry bag that had my parTy supplies. He sat down on the chair I had been on, the leather cracking under his weight and mass as he spread his legs. I stood up with the toiletry bag, placed it on the counter beside the clippers and unzipped it. He watched me silently. I prepared the glass pipe with a good size shard of crystal and carefully heated it, careful to keep the flame at the right distance, rocking the bowl side to side. He started slowly massaging his crotch then leaned forward, motioning for me to step closer. I continued to slowly melt the Tina as he leaned in even closer, both arms about to surround me. His hands disappeared behind my back and unfastened the sheet over my upper body. The sheet fell silently, my trimmed hair scattering into a random, frenzied pattern on the linoleum floor. "Take a big drag, Boy." He instructed. "And I mean a BIG HIT." I did as I was told. I kept the flame under the bowl another second as that lovely light grey cloud formed in the glass bubble. I shook the torch off and he reached for it as I took a long, deep BIG breath as he had instructed, taking as much smoke as my lungs would allow. "Good Boy," he grabbed the pipe. "Hold it in as long as you can. Now take off that shirt. Let me see your body." I lifted my arms and pulled the tank top off and threw it carelessly on the floor. Little bits of trimmed hair fell on and around us. "Nice tits, Boy. You keep in shape." He lit the pipe a few times for himself like I had done earlier, then set the torch to his side. He motioned for me to keep my breath and to not exhale. The magical smoke appeared in the pipe and he took equally, if not more, of a big hit than I had just done. We both held our breaths. He reached over slowly and with his free hand squeezed my right nipple, surprising me. He squeezed it hard. Finally, I exhaled; I couldn't help myself. A huge cloud came out of me, floating slowly over us, temporarily obscuring him from my vision as if he was lost in a miniature chemical fog. And then his face slowly appeared as the smoke dissipated, floating towards the fluorescent lighting, the small clouds taking on another palette. He grabbed me and leaned in closer, our mouths met, his swallowing mine, surprising me. His large and heavy tongue pushed and parted my lips gently at first, then with force, getting my mouth open and wide as he exhaled a huge amount of smoke. I greedily sucked it in. His eyes stared at me. He was different now. This wasn't the barber anymore. This was a Man. And he was hungry with that all too familiar look in his eyes that indicates the biTch was here. His tongue darted rapidly into my mouth, fishing for mine. There was now an electric energy in him that wasn't there before. His tongue gave it away if his eyes hadn't already hinted of it. The tongue danced violently in my mouth as if it were seeking its last breath. I gave it back earnestly and kissed him deeply, sucking in his tongue, adding pressure so hard that our mouths locked into a vacuum. We were both with the biTch now. I flicked my tongue back at him harder and he relented, his mouth first, then his body relaxing. I exhaled back to him. He sucked it in deep then looked at me intently, the madness gone, now only a soft gaze in his eye. His tongue gently coaxed mine and I pulled away slightly, licking his thick, dark lips. He exhaled and a thick cloud surrounded our heads. I took control now. I pushed him gently back on the chair as he reclined at an angle. He is quite tall; his legs were spread wide on the floor despite the chair being higher than normal. I grabbed the pipe and lighter from him and lit it again, inhaling deep as he watched me intently. He grabbed the pipe and torch from me and did the same. I held my breath as long as I could watching him before I exhaled. He held his breath longer before exhaling, our combined clouds fading in the ceiling. We repeated this a few more times, getting more higher. I grabbed the pipe and torch from him and placed them on the counter. I pushed against the foot pedal on the base of the chair, flipping it downwards and stepped onto its flat edge leaning into him. He sat back comfortably, very buzzed, observing me, his arms spread open and resting on his side. I leaned forward and slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it apart. Nice chest. He was still in great shape. The hint of salt and pepper hair that I saw earlier was now all visible. It was light on the upper chest, then thicker near his pecs, visually defining the lower curves of his pectorals. The hair was short and bristly and then it got less dense as it disappeared into his groin. I ran my left hand over his chest, feeling the texture of his body hair, the firmness of his muscles and a slight sweat that was building, coating his dark skin. I reached forward with my body, my abdomen rubbing against his crotch, hard and throbbing, as I leaned in closer and took his right nipple into my mouth. I bit it hard with my front teeth and held my grip. Then I gently flicked my tongue left to right on the tip of his nipple, brushing it lightly with saliva, teasing him. "MUTHAFUCKER!!!" He groaned, sliding up the chair slightly. I looked up at him while biting hard and soft, my tongue moving rapidly. He stared back at me and his body shifted up the chair even more as I felt his hard cock rub against my abdomen. I pulled away and shifted back down, in between his legs, looking up at his crotch and upper body. His massive cock was throbbing under the jersey material of his sweatpants. I positioned my right hand under his left thigh and squeezed tight, pulling the cotton against his leg. His bulge looked massive now, outlined by the tightened jersey material. It pulsed with excitement. I kept rearranging my grip and pull on the material, admiring the view. I lifted my left hand and slowly started feeling his shaft. "You one of those NASTY bitches!" He proclaimed. He was breathing heavy and rapid now, clearly turned on, clearly starting to buzz. I squeezed harder on the bulge. Fuck! It was huge! Thick as a beer can - my favorite! It looked long too - maybe 9"-10". I kept stroking it through the cotton, re-arranging its position on his thigh, checking it out, getting myself turned on with what was in front of me. He pushed my hand away suddenly and I leaned back. He took control and started rubbing himself, gripping the thick base with his left hand. "You like that, Boy?" He smirked at me. There was something nasty about how he said that. I nodded, gripping and squeezing my own dick inside my shorts. He squeezed his cock some more and we exchanged glances of silent anticipation. He was showing off to me and I was a willing audience. He kept grabbing his thick tool, moving it from one side of his thigh, an inch or two down his leg, then the other way, then back, constantly shifting. It looked obscene like some monster about to be unleashed. "You like what you see, Boy?" I nodded, grabbing his tool. I squeezed it hard, loving the weight and mass of it in my hand. I brought my hand to the base of his cock then traced it along the cotton material, rubbing it slowly up and down the shaft which only made him moan some more. My hand encircled the head and I squeezed gently at first, then with a tighter grip, then back to a soft touch. He squirmed on the leather chair as it crackled from underneath him. Then suddenly I grabbed the shaft again and shook it hard as it flopped through the sweatpants material. His hands appeared from the side as he lifted his ass off the chair slightly. Then he suddenly pulled his sweatpants down, thrusting them as far down his legs as it would go. He was wearing thin boxers with a vertical stripe pattern and the left leg sleeve was getting soaked from his excitement. His tool looked even larger now. I pushed back a little to admire the changed view. I grabbed his tool again and the thin cotton was barely covering his shaft. I positioned his cock slightly so it was running down his thigh, the head just visible now underneath the edge of his boxers. I pulled back on the cotton material exposing the head further. Now it was my turn to to moan. Wow. It was a beautiful cock head : round and bulbous and dark. He was uncut. The head was covered with foreskin which was pulled back slightly. Precum was leaking out of his urethra. I slid my finger alongside the slit and placed it in my mouth, licking it while looking at him. It had a slight salty taste. "Oh yeah man," I moaned, finally answering him. "I love it." "Pull off my sweats and boxers," he commanded firmly. I leaned back slightly and yanked them off quickly rolling them through his legs and feet. I kept his sneakers on and tossed the clothing to one side of the floor. His legs looked massive, long and muscular with impressive thighs. There was strength to his legs that I liked. I squeezed his thighs hard several times and then let go. His balls were large and round and pushed the base of his thick tool which was now very hard and swerved to the side by his left hip. I leaned in closer and took in his scent from in between his legs. He smelled of sweat, his own musk and some old-fashioned scent that reminded me I was in a barber shop. I leaned in closer and spit on his balls. His cock shifted. I leaned in more and ran my tongue from the bottom to the top. I repeated this from the left side, then the right, then back to the center, each time depositing more saliva that his testicles were now glistening, the highlights in a faint green cast from the fluorescent lighting. My mouth opened wider and I engulfed as much of his balls that I could fit into my mouth. And then I applied pressure with my lips creating a seal as I applied suction to the testicles inside my mouth. I ran my tongue rapidly over his balls, side to side, up and down, with pressure, without, all at random, driving him crazy. I loved how his balls tasted, a little salty from his sweat, a little pungent in general, and a lot masculine. His cock kept shifting. I released his balls and leaned back for a moment while my left hand cupped his testicles, spreading my saliva gently around his balls. His cock shifted again as if silently wanting attention. I leaned forward once more, grabbed the shaft of his tool and brought my lips to his cock head. I curled the tip of my tongue and flicked it around the rim of his foreskin, just getting a little bit of the tip under the rubbery skin as I pushed it back with my tongue. He squirmed a bit on the chair. I continued around the head, taking my time. It tasted musky and slightly strong, carrying that day with it. I was too high to really care. And then I pulled back with my mouth and rolled the flat top section of my tongue along his cock head, tracing it along the line of his urethra, coating it with my saliva. His ass shifted. And then suddenly I took his whole head in my mouth, the thick massive bulb, coating it with more saliva, sucking on it now with pressure, my tongue dancing inside the hood to the rapid rhythm of my heart beating. "MUTHAFUKKKKKAAA!!!" He yelled, his hands now grabbing tight on the chrome edges of the chair arms. Beads of sweat fell from my face mixing with my saliva on his tool, adding more of my own lubrication. I took a deep breath and my mouth opened wider. I applied more suction as I inched forward-slowly, very slowly-on his very hard shaft. I looked at him monitoring his reaction. His eyes were closed, head cocked back, groaning to himself. "Mutha...fukkaa...Mutha...fukkkaaa..." He was sweating even more than me. I inhaled through my nose again and leaned in another inch, my tongue washing the underside of his shaft. I kept watching him as I took my time, savoring the weight and mass of his tool inside my mouth, enjoying that I was providing him this pleasure. I love how a big cock feels when it fills my mouth, my throat. He was getting harder from excitement as he continued to squirm on the chair. I breathed in again through my nose and now dove in, eyes closed, visualizing my actions inside my mind, taking several inches, then pulling back a bit, then diving back in, then out. In. Out. In. Out. I allowed his stiff tool to fuck my hungry mouth and then very suddenly I dove right in, sucking that thick head into my throat. "MUTHAFUKKKIN' BITCH!" He yelled, almost startling me. More sweat was now pouring down my face. I opened my mouth even more, inhaled again, a big, deep breath through what I could take through my mouth and more oxygen through my nose. I relaxed my muscles more as I let his tool sink further inside my throat, meanwhile applying slight random pressure, massaging his shaft. I kept this going slowly, taking my time, breathing in more air through my nose, wanting it, taking it. He just continued to squirm. Finally I had most of his thick cock inside me, the bristles of his public hair now tickling my nose. I looked up at him. His eyes were still closed, head to one side, mumbling to himself. I stayed like that for awhile, just enjoying the volume and weight on his tool in my mouth and throat. I would pull back occasionally, but just a micro inch, and then sink in, fucking the shaft with my mouth. And then I would rest again at the base, contracting my throat muscles, massaging him, resting in that position, savoring the mass inside me. I started to pull back and sink in again, but building my pace; slowly at first, then more rapidly, up and down, up and down. He was really squirming now and I started to apply more pressure and sucking at the same time. Faster. Faster. FASTER! "MUTHAFUKKKAAA!!!" He yanked me off violently, pulling my head with such speed and force away from his shaft that my mouth made a loud plopping sound as I breathed air again. His tool shined with a coating of my saliva. Pre-cum leaked out of his cock head. I leaned in to catch it with my tongue. But he pushed me away. "FUCK BOY!" He pulled back on the chair now, straightening his upper body slightly, his hands falling back on the arm rests. "You sure know how to suck dick! FUCK! I just don't want to cum so fast! That biTch got me goin' and horny! And if your suckin' dick that good I can only tell what the rest of the evening will bring!" He laughed at that. I licked my lips and then wiped the excess saliva around my mouth and chin with my right hand. I stared at him greedily. "You look kinda crazy with that half-done haircut!" He laughed again, now lifting himself from the chair. "Get up, Boy. Take off those shorts and you get that ass back on this chair." He got up around me, his big, slick dick bouncing around. I stood up beside the chair and stepped out of my shorts, kicking off my sneakers. I had a black and red jock on. He whistled at me when he saw that. "WOO! That sure look good on you! Turn around." I did as I was told, giving him a show of my ass, framed by the black jock straps. "Nice!" He felt my ass. "We gonna have some fun with that later. Now get on that chair!" I got on and he placed the polyester sheet on my upper body again and clipped it behind my neck. He grabbed his clippers from the counter. He still had his shirt on, unbuttoned and hanging loose, and nothing else but his sneakers. It looked almost comical with his swinging hard-on but it actually was kinda hot. I was slouching down on the chair a bit. My legs were spread wide. I couldn't help it. I was horny, that buzz just starting to set... "Ok straighten up, let's finish this cut." He walked behind me as I slid up the chair. As I did, the sheet exposed my crotch. I was getting turned on from the whole scenario. The clippers came to my head and he proceeded to finish the cut. The vibration of the clippers was working its magic on me again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the mechanical rhythm on my scalp. I started to get hard despite the T. "You sure like this, huh?" He snickered behind me. I opened my eyes, looking at him in the mirror. He was intensely focused, being very particular with his methods. After a few minutes he was done and placed the clippers aside back at the counter. He shifted to the other side of the counter and selected a shaving blade sitting in a clear glass jar of sanitizing liquid. He retrieved the blade and dried it with a towel nearby. To his left was a small device that he pressed. Heated shaving cream oozed out if it on his palm. He then walked behind me and applied the warm cream on the back of my neck. He massaged the heated cream slowly, gently, spreading it around the bottom trimmed edge of my hairline on the back of my head. The heat of the warm cream added to the heat now forming in the small shop. A tiny bead of sweat ran down the left side of my face. I moaned again. My breathing was getting more rapid. I watched him from the reflection of the other mirror behind us reflecting on the cracked mirror in front of me. I was nervous and yet excited at the same time. My cock twitched in my tight jock. He held his blade impressively steady and very carefully brought the sharp instrument to the back of my head. I stayed still and tried to concentrate on my breathing, to relax and not move an inch. The sharp edge of the blade made contact with my skin and I felt as if someone had shocked me with a hit of electricity. My senses were so heightened. The edge of the blade felt as if it were sinking into my moistened skin, my sweat and the heated shaving cream mixed into some new lubricant for the sharp blade to glide over me. He applied a tiny bit of pressure that was so faint I shouldn't have felt it. But I did as I flinched as the blade shifted slowly along the bottom of the hairline. And then with a very sudden gesture that was a mix of speed and unmeasured pressure, his hand pushed quickly as the blade separated from my skin. I exhaled as the fluorescent light behind us flickered again. Before I could relax, the blade returned, the coldness of the sharp metal shocking me again. I inhaled and caught that I was holding my breath. He applied that subtle pressure and slight movement and shaved another fraction of an inch or so of my hairline to a fine, crisp edge. I exhaled again and he repeated this over and over until he was done. It was only a few minutes but that biTch made it seem more like an eternity. And yet I was loving it. There was something about the super sharp blade that he controlled that turned me on. He wiped what was left of the shaving cream away with a small towel, still standing behind me. I looked at him in the mirror and it was a little obscene: him standing there with a hard-on, the foreskin pulled back revealing his dark tool and holding a blade in one hand. "Slide down that chair a little bit, Boy," he instructed. "Get that ass just hanging off the edge a bit." I did as I was told. He walked over back to the counter. He dropped the used blade back in the sanitizing jar. He turned around looking at me. "You seemed to like that, huh?" I nodded in silence. "Ok-well that was just for starters." He pressed on the small machine on the counter again as more heated cream oozed out of the tiny nozzle. "Now pull up those legs and hold them. Hold them STILL-you hear? I'm gonna shave that hair around your hole." I was already flying at this point. I liked where this was going so I obliged and pulled my legs up, holding it steady on the back of my thighs. My asshole was in clear view. "Muthafukka..." He paused, eyes staring at my hole. I was already buzzed from the bowl we smoked together and the earlier hit I had done just before leaving my apartment. My hole was clearly showing this. I contracted and relaxed my hole, showing off to him. "HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!!! Whatcha got there, Boy?" He stepped closer. "Fuck. For a second there I thought I was lookin’ at pussy." A thick finger touched my asslips, sliding around it gently. "That is one beautiful hole you got there." He approached me and bent down for a second, taking a closer view. "Muthatfukka. That sure is pretty." He stood up straight and looked around to his side. He found a small stool and grabbed it with his free hand, positioning it to my left side. He then walked back to the counter and pulled another drawer open retrieving a small hand mirror. "Here-grab this," he instructed. "I want you to see what I'm doing. This is special service. I don't provide this to many customers." He winked at me, laughing a little. I held it with one hand and adjusted it. It was a double-sided mirror: normal reflection on one side, close-up view on the other. He fidgeted around the counter then retrieved a fresh, new blade from the jar. He pressed on the machine again as it shot out more heated shaving cream. He sat on the stool next to me, adjusting himself. His legs were spread open and his thick shaft, now semi-hard hung over the edge. If I had another free hand I would have taken a picture. He looked so hot and strangely odd and menacing at the same time with his open shirt, the blade in one hand, the wad of white cream on the other hand, and his big, uncut dick just hanging there. "Hold that mirror just right now so you can see..." His one hand moved closer and spread the warm shaving cream on my manpussy. He spread it liberally, all around my hole and around my asscheeks. Everything felt ultra-sensitive on my skin around my hole. The warmth of the cream almost felt burning at first, as it was a shocking sensation. But the burn faded quickly to a warm glow. I looked in the hand mirror admiring the view. I twisted my hand slightly and switched to the close-up view. My hole was pulsing from the heat like some strange organism surrounded by white foam. "Beautiful," he was admiring the view. He inched in closer. From the hand mirror I saw the blade-now mega size in the enhanced reflection-approaching my pulsing manpussy. The sharp blade looked menacing and I held my breath as my hole instinctively contracted, the pussy lips folding in on itself. "Fuckin' beautiful," he repeated. The blade came closer to the edge of my hole and made contact with my skin. With his left hand he held my ass, pulling it wide as his right hand carefully glided the sharp blade, scraping with a slight pressure away from my asslips. I watched nervously from the mirror. The fluorescent light behind us flickered again, this time with a slight scraping noise that lasted a second. He held the blade at a slight angle as it glided on my skin. The blade pushed the heated cream aside, exposing a smooth, shaved area near my hole. The moistness of the cream and my sweating made my skin seem to glow with a slight light green tint from the fluorescent lighting. He repositioned the blade just another inch above where he had started and repeated the procedure. And again and again. Each time, I flinched as the sharp blade made contact with my sensitive skin. It was a combination of nervousness and anticipation. I stared at the reflection and admired the view. I contracted my hole, winking at him. "You like that, huh?" He asked. I nodded again, silently. He stood up and grabbed the stool and moved over to my right side of the chair. He set the stool down near me and squatted into position. I admired the view of his impressive cock just hanging out, the hood of his foreskin pulled back a bit more, exposing that impressive bulb. He pulled the right side of my ass as the blade approached. I twisted my hand a little bit to get a better view with the hand mirror. As the mirror turned, I caught a momentary glance at my face in the reflection. I was covered in sweat and didn't even realize it. I adjusted my hold until I had a close-up view of my hole. The blade made contact, the sharp edge startling me again. He pulled carefully, gliding it away from my asslips, shaving the short hairs around my hole. I was exhaling and breathing more rapidly. "Hold STILL-you hear?" he demanded in an authoritative voice. I took control of my breathing, trying not to move. The blade came across further up my hole then glided along the smooth surface of my skin, pushing the shaving cream aside. In a few eternal minutes he was done. "Look at that fuckin' pretty hole," he announced. He grabbed a small towel near him and wiped gently around my manhole, removing any leftover shaving cream that was visible. My asslips were all flared and enlarged, pulsing from excitement and anticipation. I was still holding the small mirror. And then the blade approached again, coming into view in the enlarged oval reflection. He had the blade turned upside down, so the curved, unsharpened edge was pointing towards my hole. It came into contact with my moist asslips, the curved flat edge tracing along the soft folds of the skin, slowly up and down, up and down. I gasped a little, not sure what to expect from him. "I can tell this pussy is special," he said. "Don't see this too often." The blade continued its path along my hole. He pulled it away a few inches, tilted the tip of the unsharpened side and pushed it carefully in the crack of my hole. In the mirror I could see the curved edge of the blade enter my hole a micro-inch. I breathed in nervously. "Don't worry, Boy. I ain't gonna hurt you. Last thing I wanna do is hurt that pussy." He pulled the blade away slowly. "Well at least not with this tool." He pushed back on the stool, wiped around my ass again so it was clean and smooth. He stood up. "Take a look," he insisted. I turned the small hand mirror again for the normal view. Shit. My hole did look pretty. It was still pulsing. He grabbed the small mirror from me and walked back to the counter placing it down along with the blade. He wiped his hands with the towel and threw it aside. His dick was starting to throb. He turned looking at me, that thick tool pointing up and twitching. "Watcha want, Boy?" He stared at me greedily. I was still holding my legs up and apart. I moved my hands to my manpussy, feeling the smooth, hairless skin around it, rubbing myself gently. I looked at him with a new hunger, checking him out, staring at that big uncut dick. My fingers found my hole and ran up and down on my asslips. My hole felt warm and moist, as if it was sweating from the heat of the room and the heat building inside of me. "Fuck it," I begged, pulling my asslips apart wider.

I thought it would be appropriate to comment this weekend to bring this story up to the forefront - considering that ComicCon is going on right NOW. Imagine all those hot guys in tight superhero outfits walking around San Diego and what they are actually doing once the seminars end this evening.... Love your plot development and twisted turns. Your themes of chem seduction are a big influence on my own writing. KEEP THIS STORY GOING! I want to know what Bane (and other hot super-villains) do to Simon!

This story does continue in BROOKLYN SERIES: Surprise ParTy - go to this page I'd been meaning to write an interim chapter that introduces Roberto for some time. Finally got around to it here, posted above. And the new chapter on Surprise ParTy alludes to this interim chapter with its indirect suggestions.

I felt moistness on my lips. Roberto was kissing me, his long, wet tongue washed over my lips. He bit into my left lower lip, not hard enough to break skin, but firm enough to illicit a groan from me. My eyes were still shut, basking in all the sensations my mind and body was experiencing. I could still hear the echoing sirens somewhere in the distance but they seemed to be fading further away as if it had passed and moved on. The rattling of the chains on the sling appeared to be getting louder and louder, blending with the deep bass that would fade in and out. It was like some demented remix being piped into the room. I felt like I was floating and sinking at the same time but in some freeze-frame slow motion that I couldn't comprehend. I opened my eyes briefly to see Roberto standing over me, jerking that snake with a mischievous look on his face. Darkness seemed to envelope him as he fell out of sharpness in my vision as if he were slowly being pulled away, as the depth of field was swallowing him. The pupils in his eyes appeared to glow a dark, crimson red as he smiled at me. Suddenly his face started to break apart like pixels in a retro 8-bit halftone graphic. The pixels were large and then would break into themselves, condensing into even smaller halftone bits. I squinted trying to get a focus, trying to comprehend what was happening. And then suddenly again his face would reform back to normal (if this was normal?). I closed my eyes as a new heat formed between my legs. I floated again seeming to stay weightless. My upper body felt as if it were hovering towards the darkness of the ceiling. The lower half of my body, in contrast, appeared to be getting heavier as if an extra weight had been placed in between my legs. There was also a sense of a radiant heat coming from my lower half. I felt a new pressure on my chest, a pinching on my nipples that was both soft and firm, alternating so quickly that I could barely have time to register a reaction. It was pain and pleasure occurring so fast that by the time I could enjoy it, I was already moaning in pain. It was dizzying. It was overwhelming. I didn't want it to stop. The heat between my legs intensified. Warmth mixed with mass was creating some new volume that seemed to get L A R G E R. Then it would recede and feel slightly smaller, yet the burn was just as intense. And then it would get WIDER and HEAVIER. Again, there was that burn that was so magnificent. I was moaning and writhing in a kind of subdued, wanted pain. The sensation was occurring repeatedly in a pattern: wide, heavy, small, burn, repeat. The pressure on my nipples was also continuing in a different pattern, this one more gentle mixed with a prolonged HARD pinch that only made me spread my legs further as I jumped back slightly on the sling. "Oh yeah," I heard Roberto moan. "Fistfuck that manpussy!" I opened my eyes, squinting rapidly until my vision sharpened. He was cheering on Ivan who was between my legs. Ivan stared at me intensely, with a look that was almost mean but I knew was appreciation. "Your fuckin' mancunt is so HUNGRY!!!" Ivan yelled as he shoved his big Russian fist in my hole. Mass. Large. Volume. Heat. Burn. I closed my eyes again, moaning, as my body felt like it was sinking into a dark, vast hole that was so large I couldn't see the walls around me. All I could feel was this rapid descent that was somewhat frightening and yet oddly comforting. "Fuckin' TAKE IT!!!" Ivan yelled louder over the bass. In the distance I could still hear the sirens, faint as it was. "God your mancunt is so loose!" Ivan continued, his fist pulling out of my hole. Mass. Large. Volume. "It's so fuckin' soft!" He pushed in fast! Heat. Burn. "Oh MAN!!!l" Ivan screamed as Roberto egged him on. MASS. LARGE. VOLUME. My eyes were still closed. I was descending further into the deep, dark hole, weightless, yet heavy, sinking like a tiny rock that weighed like a boulder into a deep, dark, waterless ocean. He pulled out violently, stretching my hole. HEAT. BURN. Moistness on my lips again. "Seu manpussy é mágico," Roberto whispered softly into my ear as he kissed me passionately. I didn't understand him-and understood him-at the same time. I spread my legs further, pulling them forward on the straps, closer to my chest, allowing more access. Ivan continued to pummel my hungry hole. I kept my eyes closed, savoring the sensation, descending deeper and deeper into the mysterious chasm in my mind. The rhythmic pattern of Ivan fistfucking my hole moved in unison to the sounds of rattling chains, deep bass and a whispering of sirens, that were now so faint, that I was unsure if I had imagined them in the first place. Mass. Large. Volume. Heat. Burn. I rocked with Ivan's force, swinging on the sling backwards and forwards as he pushed and pulled his thick fist inside my manhole. "GODDAMNITTTTTTT!!!" He screamed in awe. His yelling echoed in my ears, my eyes still closed, as his voice bounced around in my head and in the imagined vast chasm in my mind that I continued to sink into. G O D D A M N I T T T T T T T... g o d d a m n i t t t t t t t ... G O D D A M N I T T T T T T T... g o d d a m n i t t t t t t t ... G O D D A M N I T T T T T T T... g o d d a m n i t t t t t t t ... There was more heavy darkness around me and in my head, imagined blackness so thick, as if shadows could take on a dimension, gaining in density and weight. The fistfucking motion suddenly got more intense. Ivan was now inserting his thick hand curled in a ball, in and out, in and out, rapidly into my manhole. This went on repeatedly without count as the walls of the chasm seemed to stretch wider apart, screaming in a metallic shriek that I was unsure if it were the chains on the slings, or something else ringing in my mind. And then suddenly Ivan pulled out very violently. I caught my breath not even realizing that I was actually panting very rapidly. My hole seemed open, loose and wide, like the vast space in my mind that I had been imagining and experiencing. "Isso é tão bonito," Roberto said, pushing Ivan away, as he stepped in between my legs. "Let me get in there." I felt his fingers caressing my asslips that were stretched out. "Ele se sente tão suave" His hand slid in easily. He pulled out gently. "Beautiful," Roberto pushed in again, then pulled out a little faster. My eyes were still closed. The bass seemed to get louder as the sound of the sling chains faded off. I was suddenly floating and the vast waterless ocean seemed to now be all filled with warm, soothing liquid. Gentle waves washed around my body. Roberto pushed in slowly. His hand was curled into a ball seeking more space into my willing tunnel. He was feeling for an invitation, sensing my tolerance and ability for more admittance of his hand and strong forearm. A dark wave hit me gently on my side, the imagined liquid comforting me. Roberto pushed in slightly, micro-inch by micro-inch. Waves were all around me and I swore I heard the ocean but it could have been the bass beats morphing into an imagined rhythm inside my head. Roberto slowly pulled out a micro-inch and then at the same slow, cautious pace, pushed in more. I moaned uncontrollably. He pulled out slightly and then pushed in again, gaining another micro-inch. And again. And again. It felt amazing : being fucked liked this. His forearm was thick and firm, heavy like a huge, hard cock shot up with Trimix. The fistfucking sensation inside my tunnel felt heavenly as my hole was so relaxed, so open, so wide. SO HUNGRY. "Beautiful," Roberto seemed to sing. SHARPNESS on my lips. My eyes opened suddenly to discover Ivan's huge face next to mine. He was biting HARD on the corners of my mouth. The sudden sensation of slight pain jolted me back to reality. "How are you?" Ivan asked, checking in on me while twisting hard on my right nipple. "Oh fuck," I moaned in reply. "I am really good. Just fucking FLYING!l!!" He twisted my nipple again then alternated to my left one and pinched it hard. My legs automatically spread wider as Roberto pushed in deeper. “Good then,” Ivan declared, flatly in a tone so heavy, that I felt the boulder sinking again. “Let’s take you higher…” I sensed a strong chemical scent under my right nostril and a slight pinch on my left. “Now the other side,” Ivan continued, repeating the process on my left. “Good boy,” he pinched my nipples HARD as I inhaled uncontrollably. I was descending now in the deep, unknown darkness of space at an accelerated rate. I could hear a gust of wind, flapping around my collapsing heavy body, the sound so loud and deafening, that I was getting lost, moving so fast that the noise blended with the deep bass that I could barely distinguish between the real and imagined audio overtaking me. HEAT. BURN. “Belo! Belo!” Roberto broke the darkness. The burn in between my legs would intensify then suddenly fade into some soft blur. I was weightless again, yet the darkness now was comforting. In some immeasurable distance I saw a faint micro-dot of light. It was so faint yet intense in its brightness. In contrast to the darkness, it shined brilliantly like a single magical star. HEAT. BURN. The star exploded into a supernova, a burst so intense and immediate. Then it would disappear, fading slowly, then rapidly, again only that faint tiny dot of light somewhere… MASS. VOLUME. WEIGHT. There was a new boulder, a different one. This was heavier, larger, immense. I was sinking again, back to the accelerated rate, as if I had never stalled, the gusts of wind mixed with the demented bass enveloping me. I opened my eyes for a mere moment as it was all I could do, any longer was impossible…unwanted. I saw Ivan now side by side with Roberto, both worshipping in between my legs, their faces almost unrecognizable, just sharp colors of light in their pupils. They each held one of my legs with their outside arms, pulling my legs further apart, then further back on the straps chained to the sling, rattling. The rattle blended with the dark soundtrack in my mind that I felt like I was sinking in an extended remix. “Beautiful,” Ivan pronounced. “Belo,” Roberto followed. HEAT. BURN. Ivan slowly glided his hand alongside Roberto’s wrist, inching into my hole that was opening up without my will, without my control. “Fuckin’ HOLE!” Ivan yelled. MASS. VOLUME. WEIGHT. I sensed now what he was doing and this time I pulled my own legs back, with what energy, I do not know. I felt more pressure that seemed to go on for an eternity as I could hear my heavy panting, breathing over the deep bass and rattling chains. The pressure continued until the darkness took over again, suddenly and without warning. Sinking. Flying. S I n k I n g … f l y I n g…s I n k I n’ … The darkness seemed to be coming in, as if the vast tunnel was now contracting. In between my legs I sensed some new existence that was overwhelming, frightening, beautiful. The darkness rapidly contracted at an accelerated rate that I sensed the walls nearing me, although I still could not see it. The pressure on my hole seemed to disappear fading away slowly as I descended rapidly, the walls so close now, I could almost reach out into the void and feel them encircling me. Below me I saw the faint light that still seemed so far, yet I sensed I was approaching it, descending, getting closer and closer to it with its intense brightness and sensing its strange, comforting warmth. HEAT. And as I rapidly fell, the walls accelerated exponentially in their contraction that I could almost sense the mass and gravity around me, like a black hole pulling and trapping all existence into one tiny point of light that was at the edge of this imagined space in my mind. Ivan and Roberto fistfucked me in unison, their arms entangled inside my hole, merged into one massive new monster of muscle. The monster fucked my hungry manhole, pulling out slowly, so slowly that the stretch caused my insides to quiver. They pushed back in slowly again, their combined mass inside my tunnel gliding over my prostate. Every move was a miniature dance, slight paces to the right, left, in and out. I was shaking uncontrollably, the anal orgasms washing over me, back and forth, back and forth. They were both exclaiming and cursing at the same time but I could not hear them over my crys of joy and pain. The walls came tumbling down disintegrating at a massive speed that was unimaginable, indescribable. All of existence contracted within me as I shrank in size, weight, and mass and fell into the intense brightness of the micro-dot of light that was now at me, taking over me so suddenly that the darkness that was around suddenly disappeared. FLASH. PURE WHITE LIGHT. B U R N.

Ivan slammed the rear door shut on the moving truck. It made a huge bang, metal colliding with metal. He had already excused his crew earlier, splitting the day's job tip but making sure to take a hefty sum for himself. He entered the drivers cabin. "Here's a cold beer," Roberto climbed into the passenger side, tossing a bottle. "I ran down to the corner deli. We fuckin' deserve this!" "Yes. Thank you," Ivan grabbed the bottle, twisted the cap off and took a big gulp of the cold beer. "Fuck. That good," he said, matter-of-factly. "OK, I drop you home now." He started the engine and placed his beer down and entered the traffic lane. Rush hour was over so the streets of Brooklyn were not so congested. He weaved around corners carefully and took swigs from the bottle every few blocks. Roberto was already on his second bottle when they were driving through the southside of Williamsburg. The truck made a right and moved along the avenue, passing older warehouses that were rapidly converting into overpriced housing, bars and restaurants. As the truck progressed north through several neighborhoods, it passed a tall, brick apartment building. Ivan slowed down a little, peering out the window looking up at the residential tower. He smiled and Roberto noticed. "Watup?" Roberto asked. "What's that face for?" Ivan grabbed his beer and swallowed. "I fuck cunt there once," he said flatly. "Fucking amazing open cunt!" "Really?" Roberto sipped on his beer. "What was she like?" Ivan looked over at Roberto, assessing the situation carefully. "I not say it woman. It was man." "O que você disse?!?" Roberto was stunned, almost dropping his beer. "Repeat that?!?" "I said it man. This man had mancunt. It was fuckin' amazing." Ivan drank from his beer again. "Best fuck I had all year." "MANCUNT? Tell me more," Roberto asked, curious. "He into kinky sTuff." Ivan continued. "He had all this fisting porn that I packed up..." "GETTHEFUKOUT!" Roberto yelled. "You mean he was one of our clients?!?" "Yeah," Ivan swallowed from the beer. "I move him with other team. Few months ago." "Holy fuck." Roberto was surprised. "Go on!" "I notice he keep looking at me. You know, those gay man look at your crotch first, then your face." Roberto nodded, laughing in agreement. "He do that all day. And I see all his porn. He good looking guy. Younger than me, about your age, muscular. Manly." Roberto took another sip. "I always hear gay man give best blowjob," Ivan continued. "So I make him know it ok." "Yeah," Roberto commented, "..that's true. The fags give the best head." It was Ivan's turn now to be surprised. "You have sex with man before?" He asked matter-of-fact. "Of course! Come on Ivan! I'm fucking Brazilian! Look at me!" He held up both his arms spreading his chest proudly as a bit of beer spilled out of the bottle. Both men started laughing and crashed their bottles in a toast. "So then what?" "Well I go go back his place after last job that day and we parTied." Ivan declared. "ParTy?" Roherto asked. "You mean with drugs?" "Yes." "I didn't realize you get into that, man." Roberto placed his free hand on his crotch, brushing against a growing bulge. "I didn't. I didn't know anything about parTy. That first time. He had this stuff called Tina. Wow. It made me so horny. Never feel that horny-ever! We fucked and I fist him. Amazing mancunt. Lips like pussy. But taste better." "You went down on hIs asshole?" Roberto was genuinely shocked. Never in a million years would he ever expect Ivan to eat a man's asshole. "Yeah. His hole special. Pretty hole. It get Big and puffy. Mancunt lips. It look better than real pussy. Felt better than pussy!" Ivan grabbed the large bulge in his pants also. Roberto noticed. That's a big monster you got in there," Roberto smiled. "He able to take that? And you FISTED him?!?" "Oh yes. He have no problem. I tell you this special mancunt." Ivan looked over at Roberto who was now stroking his long cock through his pants. "You like this?" "Yeah, turns me on listening to you. I like to parTy once in awhile. But not easy to find a hot chick into it, you know?" Roberto finished his beer. "Either they aren't too hot looking or too used-up, you know what I'm sayin'?" "I understand." Ivan replied. Behind them, sirens wailed so Ivan pulled the truck over, pausing on the side of the road. "You know, we should plan parTy with this guy." Ivan took a swig from the bottle. "What?!?" Roberto leaned over on his seat. "You. Me. Him. ParTy." Ivan leaned over and grabbed Roberto's hard cock and squeezed. "I see you like this idea. We can have fun with his mancunt with our big dicks. I know he will like it. We will like it." Roberto smiled, grabbing two more beers, handing one to Ivan. "Sounds like a good plan," he said. The sirens that had been behind the truck passed them quickly and faded away after a block or two ahead of their truck. "Let's maKe it special!" Roberto toasted.

Ivan started to finger my mancunt, shifting his fingers inside while the three of us continued kissing. I looked at him intensely, thankful of his attention. I FUCKING LOVE KISSING a masculine man while he shoves his fingers up my sloppy hole! Roberto leaned in closer and darted his tongue between Ivan and me, squeezing my left nipple at the same time. YEAH! He twisted it gently, then rough, then back to a barely-a-pinch sensation. I was moaning in appreciation. Ivan violently jabbed at my hole, rubbing my prostate. His rough, thick fingers moved quickly inside me, side to side, flicking my nut as if it were a light switch. "AWWWW FUCKKKKK!!!" My ass vibrated from the intensity as my thighs and knees shook. I was having a raging anal orgasm from all of Ivan’s rough mancunt play. I pulled away from both of their faces, my head cocked back, moaning. I was shaking uncontrollably. It would last a few seconds, then stop, then start again, like I was having convulsions. Ivan wouldn't cease and kept fingering me intensified and prolonged my anal orgasms. "Wow," Ivan said, as he looked at my limp Tina dick which was leaking cum. Roberto stopped squeezing my nipple and massaged my soft cock, rubbing my cum on my shaft. Then he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his palm and fingers. "Você tem um gosto tão bom," Roberto said softly, almost whispering. I didn't know WTF he was saying but it sounded beautiful. I leaned in and kissed him gently, sucking on his tongue, tasting my own cum that was now mixed with theirs from earlier. Ivan continued to rough-handle my mancunt. The intensity of the sensation inside my sloppy hole and kissing overwhelmed me. All that probing was too much. I was still shaking. I pulled away from both of them, collapsing in a sitting position on the back of my calves and ankles. I grabbed Ivan's hand in between my legs and pulled it away abruptly. "Stop for a minute," I pleaded, trying to catch my breath. "All that movement in my hole is making me need to take a piss!" Ivan looked at me and grinned. "Yeah me too," he added. He leaned back as did Roberto who re-arranged the pillows behind his back. I caught my breath for another minute then I slowly got off the bed. I stood up and stretched, raising my arms to the dark shadows resting just under the ceiling, stretching my back, my legs, my hole. I took another breath, slower this time, as my heart beat rapidly. Flying. I grabbed a drink and swallowed it quickly then offered it to Ivan who took a big gulp. We exchanged more of the drink as I could hear my heart beat, almost in rhythm to the bass still surrounding us. Boom…boom…boom. Roberto placed the camcorder beside him, leaned over and grabbed another drink and swallowed. He found the remote control and pressed some buttons as the flatscreen came alive, the image of my sling in the dark corner disappearing in a flash, now replaced with a stranger's thick, muscular legs spread wide across the TV horizontal frame as a massive toy fucked the guy's huge hole. Roberto leaned over again and found the glass pipe and started refilling it with new shards of crystal. "I'll be right back," I announced as Ivan followed me as we walked into the bathroom. Roberto jerked on his long snake mesmerized by the action on the flatscreen, oblivious to us. I walked into the bathroom and stood over the toilet. Ivan followed and stepped next to me on my right. I aimed my limp dick that I was massaging over the bowl but could barely get any piss out of me. WHOA! I sure was flying! I knew I needed a piss, but my bladder was tight from all the parTying and wouldn’t cooperate. Ivan leaned over and started fingering me, not so rough now, just fucking his big finger in and out of my still-HUNGRY mancunt. That fucking felt great as a trickle of piss started to flow and hit the surface of the toilet water, causing ripples. The water was clear for a moment, then a stain of dark yellow piss saturated the liquid, quickly creating a thin golden patina layer that covered the surface of the water. Whenever I parTy the Tina goes through my system quickly and comes out in my piss. Some guys process it slower. It is the opposite effect on me. “Oh man,” I moaned, leaning into Ivan, “I really needed to go!” Ivan and I could smell the stench of my piss; it was a strong and metallic scent, lifting over the toilet bowl up our nostrils like an invisible, dangerous gas. I took a deep breath and savored the nasty aroma. Ivan continued to finger me, gazed at my slow trickle of chempiss, then at my eyes, grinning, a corner of his mouth lifting up a bit, like a wild animal looking at its prey. “That feels so fuckin’ good,” I whispered. The sound of my piss hitting the water made Ivan’s cock start to leak as a stream flowed from his thick massive tool, now a bit flaccid, but still impressive in its size. I stared at his stream, dark just like mine. So Ivan processed his Tina just as quickly as I did. The dark urine flowed heavily and made a thunderous sound as it hit the surface of the water, now getting darker and darker. The sound echoed in the toilet bowl like another layer of the deep bass behind us, seeping in from the other room. I grabbed his thick Russian tool, squeezed it hard to block the urine flow. He smirked harder at me, a menacing gaze on his face. But he was not displeased with me; he was enjoying my tight hold on his cock. I squeezed harder, the flow now completely blocked up. He fingered me rougher in return. “Oh yeah, please don’t stop.” We both groaned at the same time, our faces inching closer and closer, until Ivan opened his mouth and bit mine, hard on my lower lip, but not too hard to draw blood, just enough pressure to cause a momentary uncomfortable, yet welcome sensation. He let go quickly and licked his moist, rough, thick tongue over where he bit me, slid it back and forth, coating it with a glob of his thick saliva, like a healing brush applying medication. Then bit me hard again. I moaned some more, my eyes wide open – FLYING – staring at him intently, almost angry at his violent style of love-making, but silently thanking him for being just-the-right-amount of rough that he could sense how much I could tolerate at exactly the right time. Our tongues met and darted back and forth in rapid succession, saliva dripping out of my mouth, uncontrollably. Thick streams of my saliva dragged from the left corner on my mouth and slowly descended onto the toilet bowl, the string of spit, thinning and thinning as it dripped, until it was barely a hair-strand, connecting our mouths to the chempiss surface patina on the toilet water. I pulled away from Ivan, stared at the surface of the water, getting darker and darker as our chempiss mixed together. Ivan looked at me. He was clearly flying with me. I squeezed his massive tool again, shook my head back and forth, enjoying how his heavy cock felt against my small hand, loving the fact that I was with this incredible specimen of a MAN. “FUCK YEAH!!!” I exclaimed, like an actor from a bad porno. I grabbed his tool and pulled as I stepped to the side and over to the bathtub. His cock started to get a little harder as he followed me. I held tight to his cock, squeezing harder, firm and strong, to hold whatever urine was building inside for release. He looked at me with that mean gaze that only read as rough endearment, painted all over his face with sweat. I slowly descended onto the bathtub surface, kneeling carefully inside the edge, still holding tight on his massive cock. I looked up at him, hungry, flying, thirsty. “Yeah,” I moaned, “let if flow.” I released my firm hold and softly caressed his cock with my hand, just barely gliding it around the shaft. I leaned closer and opened my mouth and teased his urethra with the tip of my tongue. A dark bead of chempiss leaked out. It was barely a trickle. It was bitter, almost distasteful, but in a sick, pleasant way. My tongue flicked up and down at the edge of his cock head, my saliva coating it so it glistened. Another dark bead of chempiss came out and I caught it with my tongue, the metallic bitterness again overpowering me. I opened my mouth more and swallowed his cock head, my tongue now circling around the perimeter of the huge head, coaching it for more. Another drop escaped. I swallowed it greedily. My tongue continued in a slow, circular motion as I now started to add suction to his cock head, massaging it just so he could relax and let go. A slow stream started to drain from his urethra into my mouth. And then the stream continued in a heavier volume, like the bass filling the bathroom. I swirled the chempiss inside my mouth, letting it build until my cheeks ballooned. Ivan looked down at me as I intensely stared at his demonic eyes, silently begging for more. “YOU SUCH FUCKIN’ NASTY MANCUNT!” He yelled at me, now grabbing the back of my neck with both hands. “OH FUCKKKKKK!!!!!” He continued to scream. The chempiss was now flowing loose as I savored the rank taste. It was too much to hold in so I started to swallow as some of that magical liquid leaked out of the corners of my mouth. I gulped and swallowed hard, trying to catch it all, hating the taste but loving its poison at the same time. He was pissing so hard now-the pressure from my earlier teasing released-that it was too much to contain. Streams of dark, nasty piss streaked out of the corners of my mouth. Ivan let go of his tight hold on the back of my neck and with both hands tried to capture his chempiss leaking out. His hands were wet, coated with the nasty chempiss liquid. He quickly started rubbing my face, washing my sweat that had been building, painting my skin with his crystal-piss cocktail. My face tingled, not from the Tina-laced urine, but from excitement. He rubbed my buzzed hair, coating it with more of his dirty piss, like he was bathing me. I swallowed as much of of his flow as I could take. “YOU NASTY, NASTY MANCUNTTTT!!!” He yelled again, his accent echoing against the sweating tiles of the small bathroom. “Oh fuck!” Roberto exclaimed, entering the bathroom, staring at the action, walking in on us, wondering what all the commotion was. He held the glass pipe with one hand, a torch on the other hand. He stepped forward and stood beside Ivan. I looked up at him with a new greed in my eyes. He stared back at me, silently understanding. Roberto placed the pipe carefully on his lips and lit it up with the torch. Ivan looked over at him as he pulled on my slick, chempiss soaked hair. Roberto cooked the crystal until the shards had melted and then carefully heated the bowl from a distance until the smoke formed. Then he took a deep breath, leaned over to Ivan and shotgunned it to him. Ivan swallowed it with force, kept that smoke in his lungs for almost a minute, then released, the clouds mixing with the condensation on the tiles of the ceiling. I could have sworn I heard beads of the humidity dropping to the tile floor in rhythm to the bass that seemed to get louder around us. FLYING. Ivan nodded back to Roberto in appreciation, then grabbed the pipe and torch from him. Ivan repeated the process, cooking the Tina slowly and then when the smoke had formed, breathed deep and hard. Roberto leaned in, kissed him gently as I continued to milk Ivan’s massive tool, now almost completely drained. Trickles of his chempiss fell around me, miniature splashes erupting at my knees on the base of the tub. Roberto took a deep breath, pulling that poisonous smoke out of Ivan and holding it in himself as he pulled away from Ivan’s lips. Roberto stared down at me, his right hand now aiming that snake, still long and semi-hard. He let go of the smoke and at the same time, released his piss, which quickly showered my face. I pulled away from Ivan’s tool which fell out of my mouth like a massive weight, dangling near my face, and repositioned myself slightly to my left to catch Roberto’s stream. I cocked my head back, my mouth a gape, getting as much of that Brazilian chempiss as I could. It was a heavy stream and I let it build inside my mouth, my neck still cocked back at an angle, so that the piss built a pool in my mouth, like the toilet beside us, a cocktail of toxic swimming fluids. It was also too much liquid to contain as Roberto kept going and going; his flow was more powerful than Ivan’s. He pointed his snake on my face, then my chest. I felt a heavier, warmer stream on my right. Ivan was still continuing to piss on me, aiming at my right nipple. Both hot men stared at me, kneeling on the tub, soaking in their cocktail of tainted urine, closing my eyes, shaking my head like a wet dog, chempiss splattering all around us. I opened my eyes, head held back, mouth wide open as both men got the hint and aimed their dicks at my face. Ivan's stream hit me on my right eye, stinging me for a moment before he adjusted his aim lower into my mouth. Roberto was already ahead of him, filling my mouth. Their combined chempiss collected inside my mouth until I started to swallow. The flavor was different now. Bitter and sweet, like their personalities. I gulped as much as I could but was unable to keep it all in. The chempiss cocktail leaked out of the corners of my mouth, cascading down my chin, neck, smooth chest and onto my groin. I rubbed my left hand all over my soaked pubic hair and then moistened my asslips with their chempiss glistening on my fingertips. And then after some time (I wasn’t quite sure how long...two minutes…five…or was it ten?), the stream from both men slowly stopped to barely a trickle. I swallowed as much as I could, while fingering my manhole. More minutes passed as I sucked slowly on each cock in front of me, now gradually getting hard again. I could feel this inner buzz slowly building inside me, my heart beating faster and faster, like the bass that had been creeping in from the bedroom, following us like a shadow. Ivan lit up the glass cock again and sucked on it hard after a moment. Roberto helped me up from the tub, holding onto my arms so I would not slip. I stepped over the edge and stood straight, their piss coating my body, dripping around me, soaking the small rug under our feet, drawing soaked footstep silhouettes on the terry cloth material. I then leaned into Roberto’s chest, resting my head for a minute as I was SPINNING. Roberto inserted a long finger inside my hole which seemed looser, more open, sloppy, hungry. Ivan leaned into me and kissed me, his fat, rough tongue invading my mouth. I opened my eyes, a little dizzy, then kissed him back until he motioned silently to stop as he exhaled a huge amount of smoke into my mouth. I sucked on that nasty air greedily and held it in as long as I could, then pulled away from Ivan, then kissed Roberto who took it in. He held it in and after a few moments, released the smoke as his finger gently massaged my manpussy. "Abrigado," I whispered, like a good student. “Let’s get that mancunt bigger and BIGGER!” Ivan announced. He pulled on my right arm carefully, supporting me, as both men helped me into the bedroom. Behind us, we left a metallic air of sex in the bathroom, a nasty stench hanging over the room. “Go over there,” Ivan commanded pointing to the sling. I looked at Roberto who silently demanded the same. The odor from the bathroom now followed us, clinging on both men, emanating from me, filling the room. The chempiss aroma reeked with our sweat and our selfish desires, coating the still, warm air in the dark bedroom, like an unseen mist. The bass ran around our feet, building and building. Boom…boom…boom. On the flatscreen, some top was fisting two hungry bottoms who were kneeling on their fours, their muscular asses coated with Crisco as the top fisted them in rhythm. I carefully climbed into the sling as Ivan helped me. I tried to hook my leg on the straps but was unsuccessful, flying as the chempiss and shotgun hits were rapidly building inside of me. I looked at both of them appreciatively as they each grabbed one of my legs and feet, assisting me, getting them into the straps. My sling has extra chains running parallel to my body on the left and right, near the top of the metal frame. The leg straps were chained a little further back than usual on these side chains so the result was my legs in the straps were now pulled wider and further back, my ass spread obscenely open. "Look at that manpussy!" Roberto exclaimed. I could feel my hole pulsing from hunger. I was sweating as if the room was boiling. Ivan walked over to the bed, found the poppers and handed It to me. He then walked over to the side table and fidgeted with the contact lens container that had my ground dust of Tina. He licked his finger and dipped it in the crystal dust as he motioned for Roberto to come over who followed Ivan's directions, stood beside him and repeated what he was doing. Both men were now HARD again and their cockheads had a generous coating of the Tina dust. They walked back over to me on the sling in between my legs. "You first," Ivan directed. Roberto nodded and positioned himself before my spread legs and my waiting ass. The chempiss cocktail from earlier had been building quickly so I was already flying. But these men were now planning to take that further. Roberto fingered my moist hole. It was soft, open and inviting. He stared at my eyes, then at my hungry manpussy. And then he carefully positioned his dick at the entrance and pushed in quick and DEEP. Once inside, he kept the snake still and unmoving, deep in my tunnel. "How you feeling?" He nodded, checking in on me. "I'm good," I replied, smiling. We stayed like that for a minute or more as the bass mixed with the sound of the chains rattling. "Oh yeah." I moaned as I sensed that inner heat from the booty bump administered by his snake creeping in suddenly. The fire was spreading. "Fuck, that feels good," I moaned. Ivan pulled on Roberto. "My turn," he announced. Roberto leaned back and slowly pulled out of my hole. It felt disappointingly empty. But only for a moment. Ivan positioned his big body in between my legs, pointed that massive tool and violently thrust his cock in one violent motion deep into my mancunt. The chains shrieked over the deep bass as my body suddenly swung backwards from the force of his entry. And then Ivan pulled back slowly now, almost all the way out but not quite. And then he stayed still, his cock head pulsing inside me. WHOA!!! Whatever burn I was feeling earlier with Roberto was now doubling in intensity! The building heat of the combined booty bumps from both men was having a rapid effect in my hole. The heat was intense, almost painful and searing like a fast-moving wildfire spreading from deep in my hole (that was Roberto) to the mouth of my mancunt (from Ivan). My breathing was more rapid. The inferno inside me needed to be extinguished. I slowly started rocking back and forth, the chains rattling louder and louder, as I fucked myself on Ivan's huge monster. And although his cock is quite thick, my hole was in such heat, that it was loose and OPEN. It was HUNGRY. I took a hit of the poppers. FUCK! BANG! BOOM!!! Now my hole was alive, consuming the Russian cock! I kept violently fucking myself on his dick while he just stood there, holding the base of his shaft as I fucked myself on it. The chains continued to rattle in protest. I fucked that massive tool for several minutes, adjusting my speed, my thrusts, as Ivan stood there, both hands grasping the vertical bars of the sling frame for support and allowing me to just use his tool to impale myself. "FUCKKK!!!" Ivan moaned, "Your mancunt so open and loose now. This feel better than REAL PUSSY!" From outside the window I could hear a faint siren wailing in the distance. It was blocks away but getting louder and louder as it approached, block by block. I closed my eyes, allowing the darkness to take me, concentrating on the sound of the increasingly louder sirens mixed with the deep bass and rattling chains in the room. I tossed my head slowly side to side as my inner inferno smoldered deep inside my tunnel, spreading rapidly from between my legs, up my abdomen, my chest, my heart, my veins. My heart was beating faster and faster as the high-pitch squeal of the sirens got closer and closer.

"Fuck guys," I pushed both Roberto and Ivan away from me, ending our three-way kiss. "We need to take a break.” Ivan rolled over me to my right and lay back, laughing and rubbing his hairy belly. Roberto pulled away and caught his breath. I sat up a bit and repositioned some of the pillows against the wall at the end of the bed and sat up straight. I pulled my legs up, knees to my chest. My legs were spread open as Ivan looked at my mancunt and winked, smirking at me. Roberto handed us some Gatorade and we all took big gulps, our breathing still rapid, excitement still floating above us like an invisible cloud. Both men were still HARD. Roberto sat down at the edge of the bed and with his free hand---started to finger me. I moaned. So much for the break. But I wasn't complaining. Flying. "What is all this?" Roberto pointed with his other hand, drink clutched tightly, referring to the rimseat and HD camcorder. "Turn on the camera," I motioned, taking another gulp of my drink. Ivan sat up a bit, checking things out. Roberto leaned over to the HD cam resting on a tripod. He took a few seconds to figure out the control features and pressed a button. Beep. "Wow," Ivan proclaimed in surprise. Opposite of us on the flatscreen, the FF DVD imagery that was playing earlier abruptly changed, the visual of an amazing ass in close-up with a fist pistoning in and out rapidly, disappearing in a flash. The monitor came alive, a sudden brightness flaring in the dark bedroom. We were now all on the screen, digital representations at a heightened saturation. "Oh shit," Roberto whispered, impressed. He fudged with the cam, playing with it as we watched the visual, live on the screen, a slight pan towards the bed, a slight zoom towards my hole as Roberto's finger from his other hand darted in and out of my mancunt. "Wow," Ivan exclaimed again, repositioning himself for better access. He put his drink aside on the end table and Roberto did likewise. Beep. "It is recording now," Roberto announced, zooming in just a little more, my manpussy on the flatscreen at an unbelievable dimension. The assjuice on my asslips glistened like tiny digital sparks. Ivan's thick, rough fingers appeared on the screen and with both hands grabbed my mancunt lips and spread it apart. His fingers looked HUGE on the screen. Roberto's finger was still fucking me. Both men stared at the screen in awe, in lust, in anticipation. On the screen my hungry hole expanded to an unbelievable pornographic proportion. Ivan pulled on my mancunt lips, pulling it further apart. Roberto continued to finger-fuck it. Pull and fuck. Pull and fuck. They both looked at my hole, then at each other, nodding in pride. FUCK!!! "Let's do a little more Tina," I announced. They both turned and smiled at me. The hunger consumed me and it needed to be fed. "YEAHHHH..." Roberto sighed. He pulled away from my manpussy, got off the bed and took control of the favors. He refilled the glass cock adding more shards than what we had ingested before, looking at me with a mischievous grin. Ivan sat up straighter but still managed to finger me with his thick index digit from one hand. "Wait. Let me do one thing," Roberto announced, still holding the pipe. He toyed with the HD cam with his free hand as the camera zoomed out, away from my hole so that we saw a wider angle of ourselves on the flatscreen. We all looked dazed, hungry in our own selfish appetites, in that early state where the parTy is just REALLY getting started. Roberto grabbed the torch as Ivan and I watched his motions on the screen as if he wasn't beside us. Shit, he could have been parTying with two other strangers, in another room, another apartment…in fuckin’ Manhattan. Ivan and I were too lost, flying in some other space, mesmerized by the digital exhibit on the screen. Roberto lit up and carefully heated the bowl, twisting and turning gently, cooking those shards as it melted slowly, into a magical, transparent liquid. A huge cloud formed slowly in the glass bubble. He took a long, deep breath and inhaled. He then leaned into me as I leaned into him as we shotgunned that magical smoke. I stared at us with one eye on the screen, the other eye intensely on Roberto. I kissed him greedily, my mouth all sloppy and wet, saliva dripping out of our mouths. He gave it back in equal return. Ivan meanwhile fingered me again. Roberto suddenly pulled away and I instinctively grabbed Ivan, drawing his mouth to mine. I exhaled big clouds to Ivan who took deep breaths and held it in. The big rough tongue then jabbed inside my mouth. I kissed him back in return, swallowing that fat tongue like another appendage of this Russian man. I started chewing at the heavy tip of his tongue with my teeth, applying just a little pressure, then more. He moaned then pulled away from me abruptly. We all stared at the flatscreen mesmerized as Ivan exhaled, huge clouds rising above us, fading into the dark shadows under the ceiling. FLYING. Boom. Boom. BOOM!!! The deep, dark electronic beats provided a soundtrack to the live HD footage reflecting on us. Roberto leaned into Ivan and handed him the glass pipe. Roberto struck the torch again and cooked the crystal for Ivan who repeated the earlier steps, letting the smoke accumulate, bigger clouds than just earlier forming inside that bubble. Then he took a really big breath intake and handed the pipe back to Roberto. Ivan leaned forward and kissed me, that rough tongue scratching on mine. We did that for nearly a minute (which seemed to last forever) while he still fingered me with his other hand. With one eye again, I looked at the screen, and with my other eye on Ivan. I couldn't believe this was real, this was happening. Despite all the Tina, I was getting HARD again with excitement. The entire scenario, the environment, these two HOT MEN just turning me ON on a deep level. They were both equal and completely different in how they provided their complete attention to my manhole. I loved the contrast of it. And then Ivan's tongue stopped; I received his silent signal as he exhaled a huge cloud into my mouth, my throat, my lungs. I inhaled deep and slow and closed my eyes, savoring the effect, spreading my legs further. Ivan pulled away, replaced quickly by Roberto and his soft tongue, gliding over mine, wet with saliva and anticipation. My tongue stopped moving as he recognized the moment. I exhaled and he pulled my smoke into himself. He then kissed me again gently and pulled away as my mouth was left open, my tongue licking my lips. Roberto looked at the screen. Ivan continued to finger me. We all stared at our digital mirror as Roberto released the clouds, one bigger than the next. We repeated this process for several more minutes, laughing as we got higher and h i g h e r , until the bowl's ingredients was spent. Roberto placed the pipe carefully aside. "Roberto," I had an idea, "can you grab the rimseat?" He turned around and picked it up from the floor. I stood up carefully on the bed, pulling out of Ivan's rummaging fingers inside me. Ivan adjusted himself, helping my balance. I grabbed the rimseat from Roberto and placed it on the bed in front of me. Ivan and Roberto pulled away as I adjusted the leg heights to it’s lowest setting. Then I carefully sat down, centering my ass over the seat, bracing myself on Ivan's big upper body. Roberto looked at the screen and smiled in understanding and approval. He then adjusted a lamp on the bedside table, aiming it at my ass which now glowed on the screen. He pulled on the camera, released it from the tripod and held it. The picture on the screen suddenly got jumpy until Roberto repositioned himself, kneeling on the floor beside the bed, elbows on the mattress, getting some stability, aiming the camera on my ass. On the screen my manpussy was glowing in a blur as the image zoomed in slightly until the center of the frame came into focus, a tiny bead of assjuice on the tip of my pussylips, sparkling. "Can you grab that?" I motioned to Ivan now, pointing to some toys at the foot of the bed. Ivan picked up a dildo. "No-not that," I pointed again until he figured out what I wanted. "Yes-that one." I thanked him. I grabbed a towel near us and wiped whatever little lube or ass juice I had near my manhole. I then positioned the ass pump under my hole, reached over for the lube on the side table near me, grabbed just a small amount and applied the slippery liquid to the long, clear acrylic phallic probe at the center of the pump. The probe extended about six inches and had a circumference of a small dildo. I then slowly pushed the probe into my ass. It slid in easily as I was so h u n g r y. I swallowed that probe as the pump walls enveloped my hole. I handed Ivan the hand-crank of the pump. "Roberto could you please..." I motioned to the poppers on the side table. Roberto generously fed it to me. I took deep, repeated breaths and then closed the cap on the container and held it with one hand. I exhaled rapidly. "Ok, Ivan pump S L O W L Y ," I instructed. He did as I asked as my asslips extended gradually, filling the transparent cylinder's oval walls as the vacuum pressure built up inside the acrylic pump. Roberto zoomed in just a little more. From the flatscreen we could clearly see my manhole expanding. The stretch felt great, a slight subtle sting from the pressurized pull of the vacuum, but nothing unbearable or uncomfortable. "Wow," Ivan exclaimed, looking at my hole under the rimseat, then turning quickly at the flatscreen, looking at the magnified digital representation. "Big mancunt," he declared, matter-of-fact. On the screen the acrylic tube sucked on my hole, pulling my asslips around the center phallic shaft that was lodged inside me. My asslips were engorged and filling the walls of the pump. "A little more," I begged to Ivan. He pumped a few more times watching the effect on the screen. He was mesmerized. "You so bad and nasty," he said, proclaiming the obvious. I took a hit from the poppers container again. Oh man, that felt so fucking GREAT! I leaned back slightly enjoying the sensation of the poppers hitting me, the combination of the Tina from just earlier mixing with everything already in my system. My hole was relaxed and expanding. At the same time, the pressure from the pump was INCREDIBLE. Ivan grabbed the vacuum pump tube and started to rock it up and down, fucking me with the center phallic probe. It could only go an inch or so as the tube was already set around my ass and there was no more depth to be had. But regardless-it was FUCKING INTENSE! I moaned and took more hits of poppers as Roberto continued to capture the footage. Ivan stopped with the probe-fucking after several minutes. "Here, you hold," he handed me the hand-crank as he let go of the pump, which was still attached tight to my pulsing hole. Ivan leaned back and very carefully stood up on the bed, balancing himself on my shoulders. Roberto saw what was going on and carefully adjusted himself away from the edge of the bed, the camera following him as the footage on the flatscreen panned out, to a wider shot, displaying me on the screen, legs spread, this monster tube, stuck and hanging from my ass, my manpussy extended over an inch or more on its walls. And standing beside me was Ivan and that monster thick Russian tool, still hard as a rock and pointing straight out. Ivan pushed forward as his cockhead entered my mouth. I stared up at him, hunger written all over me. He had a mad look on his face, intense and crazy, almost menacing and slightly frightening, like someone possessed. I sucked on his cockhead greedily as I pumped on the hand-crank. I moaned as my asslips filled the vacuum tube, an extra intensity with a wave of sustained pleasure washing over me. I nursed Ivan's cock sucking it further into my mouth. Ivan held his balance on the bed, one hand on my shoulder, the free hand now tightly pinching on my right nipple. Hard. Soft. Hard. Soft. HARD! The nipple play, his thick cock now forcing itself in my mouth and the pumping pressure on my hole was just too much! URGGHHMMMMM! I moaned, sounding indecipherable with the monster sinking further into my mouth. Boom, boom, b o o m...the bass seemed to fade into the dark corners of the room as all the heightened sensations overcame me. I could only hear myself groan---but not from myself---it came from echoes emitting from the flatscreen speakers, as my eyes closed, dazed in pain and pleasure. Ivan pushed further, and despite the fact that I had swallowed this massive cock earlier, it felt alien and huge. I almost gagged. He continued to pinch hard on my nipples. He pushed in slightly, not really caring if I could manage the extra inch or so that was descending into my throat. I squeezed on the hand-crank twice, the pressure pulling my mancunt further into the vacuum. I could feel the edge of my pussylips fill and cling to the interior walls of the acrylic pump. It also tightened around the center phallic probe. It felt like I was squeezing a super hard cock while this exterior force was crushing my asslip walls at the same time. Ivan pushed harder, deeper, filling my throat. I tried to massage his shaft with my mouth, but my rhythm was thrown off as the intensity of his monster cock filled me and the pressure on my hole grew to a magnified level. I squeezed on the hand-crank once more as Ivan did the same with my nipple, only harder. It was too much. “Stop,” I protested, my voice muffled, pulling out, catching my breath as his thick cock slid out of my mouth, wet and sloppy with my saliva. “It’s too fucking intense!” I leaned back slightly and looked at the screen for guidance in between my legs. I pushed a finger around the base of the pump, applying a little pressure around my perineum, until the vacuum seal was broken, the pump now released. I pulled on it slowly as the thick tube came loose, the center probe revealing itself inch by inch as I dragged it out my hole, pulling the pump away. My asslips were engorged, glistening, fat and huge, dropping more than an inch from my ass. I took a deep breath, feeling my hole loose, open, free, relaxed, ENORMOUS. “HOLY SHIT!!!” Roberto exclaimed. The image on the screen vibrated as he was so excited, so turned on by the image in front of him, that he was shaking. He stepped back, fidgeted with the HD cam, locking it back on the tripod, adjusting it quickly as Ivan and I looked at him, then at the screen, as the image grew wider, the lens panning out. The lamp was still focused mostly on my hole, dripping, pulsing and huge, descending from my ass. Roberto stepped aside, walked to the end table beside the bed, licked the tip of one finger and dusted it generously with some Tina. He grinned at me and I smiled back in appreciation, as we all exchanged glances-not directly-but at each other on the flatscreen, flying and lost in the media over-saturation. He grabbed a pillow from behind me and positioned it under the rimchair. Roberto then climbed on the bed, laying on his back and slid under the chair, his face positioned under my ass. “Isso é tão bonito,” he whispered in between my legs as he inserted the Tina-laced finger, pushing it as far as it could go, deep into my hole. I opened the poppers and breathed deep in each nostril, repeated, then inhaled through my mouth. Roberto’s right arm reached upwards, palm open. I handed him the container and he took deep breaths also, turning his head to the side from under the rimchair. He handed the bottle back up and before I could grab it, Ivan took hold of it and followed my lead, inhaling from his mouth as he winked at me. He handed the container back to me as I tightened the lid. I felt something wet and slippery at my hole. On the flatscreen, Roberto’s face disappeared in between my legs, smothering itself on my ass. His long tongue glided through my hole, my manpussy lips still extended, dropping loose from the earlier pumping. He pulled on my asslips with both hands, spreading it gently as he let his tongue circle around the perimeter of my manpussy. He licked it slowly, devouring my manpussy, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He moved his chin and brushed his light beard against my asslips. It felt like a million needles scratching on my very sensitive hole. It was an intense sting then rapidly became an overwhelming pleasure. OH FUCK!!!! I love it when a guy eats my hole this way, taking his time, taking it slow at first, building and building. The booty bump was starting to have effect as I could feel a new heat building inside my hole, an ever-increasing sensation that was only heightened by the poppers. Ivan jerked on his massive dick, the head an inch from my face. He was looking at me, looking at my hole on the screen, looking at Roberto’s snake between his legs which was still HARD and bouncing from excitement. I leaned forward just a bit and with my right hand grabbed that snake and slowly massaged it, feeling the weight, jerking on it. It was still super HARD! I turned slightly to my left as Ivan’s cockhead met my lips. I sucked his thick Russian tool slowly in, applying more and more pressure on his head as he moaned, his head turning more rapidly, watching the events unfold live in front of him and digitally represented on the screen. The combination of all the reflective sordid action was turning both of us on. I love my visuals with assplay. Roberto slurped between my legs. I was breathing rapidly, trying to spread my legs more for Roberto, jerking his dick, sucking on Ivan’s monster that was now slowly starting to fuck my mouth. I looked up at him, nodded in acceptance, as he pushed another inch in. I sucked harder. I squeezed Roberto’s shaft. He moaned in between my legs as I felt his tongue slide into my hole, darting in and out rapidly. “Tão aberto,” he moaned. From the flatscreen I saw his face lower from my engorged manpussy. He reached into my hole with a few fingers and gently made circlular motions, massaging my inner walls. His tongue darted back in, the tip folded to a point as he fucked my hole that way: tongue and fingers. He swirled his tongue around the fingers as if they were in a race with each other, darting from one side to the other, his tongue rapidly alternating with his fingers. The intense movement felt incredible as the booty bump was now pulsing deeper in my hole, like the beats of the music that started to creep back from the corners of the room, surrounding us…b o o m...boom...BOOM! I leaned my head back a little, my mouth opened wider as Ivan pushed further in. I let go of Roberto's snake and concentrated on Ivan's tool pushing on my throat while enjoying the heightened sensation between my legs. I motioned for Ivan to pause as I did more hits of poppers from my nose carefully. I was so HUNGRY I didn't want that monster cock to leave my mouth. Ivan grabbed the container from me and inhaled also. He handed it back to me as I sealed it. His cock pushed in another inch as he sensed the poppers having its immediate effect on me; my throat now invited him entry. Ivan pushed in another thick inch. I breathed in deep from my nose to get as much oxygen. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the intense sensations on both of my holes. I kept visualizing the inside of my throat getting looser, softer, open, like how my ass would be as the night continued. Ivan pushed more in, not being so gentle now as he could sense my allowance, my need, my hunger. OH FUCK!!! The weight and fullness, the rigidity of the massive cock felt incredible in my throat. Roberto meanwhile was now slowly licking the edges of my manpussy with the tip of his tongue, sliding it around that it felt like he was barely touching it, just teasing it, playing with it, making me more HUNGRY. "So beautiful," Roberto moaned from in between my legs. Clearly the poppers and booty bump was also having an effect on my manpussy. Roberto started kissing my asslips, his lips puckered, smacking against my hole. And then he would thrust his long tongue inside, swirl it around, rapidly, then slowly, then rapidly again. His tongue would pull out quickly and he would resume kissing my very sloppy asslips. Ivan pushed in further. My throat was so open now that he slid in several inches without any restraint from my part. The fullness inside me felt amazing as I massaged his shaft with my throat muscles. Roberto now started licking my hole gently, just teasing it with the tip of his tongue. FUCKING INCREDIBLE!!! The double assault on both of my holes was overwhelming. Ivan was moaning, enjoying the attention. I glanced down to Roberto's groin and saw his snake bouncing up and down uncontrollably, precum leaking out from his cockhead, creating a small pool near his navel. Ivan pushed harder, all of his cock now engulfed inside my mouth, my throat. His pubic hair tickled my nose. I twitched my manpussy and pushed it out for Roberto to devour. Fucking INTENSE. I pulled away from Ivan slowly, releasing his cock from my throat as I took a deep breath as the thickness of his tool emptied out of me. He grabbed his cock from the base and squeezed it, watching me, puzzled. I suddenly grabbed the seat of the rimchair from my sides and carefully stood up. In between my legs, Roberto looked dazed, surprised, bewildered. His tongue danced in the air, his face framed by the seat surrounding his head. I stood up for a second, stepped forward carefully as Ivan held me with one arm for balance. And then I positioned myself over Roberto's cock. He sensed what I was now doing and grabbed his cock firmly as it pointed up to my ass which was now descending onto that snake. OH YEAH !!!! Inside my hole, a beat pulsed and pulsed, in rhythm to the dark bass embracing us. The inner heat in me that had been building earlier needed to be satisfied. I felt Roberto's cockhead enter slowly. There was a light pinch but it felt pleasant, almost like a tease, a tickle. All his warm saliva and my assjuice had my hole well lubricated that the snake easily slid in. We both moaned at the same time. On the flatscreen Ivan repositioned himself, turning to his side facing the camera as he jerked on his massive cock. I rocked myself up and down slowly on Roberto's snake for a few strokes, feeling his shaft fill my hungry hole. There was no tension, no resistance. The booty bump and my hunger made my hole very relaxed. I sat down completely on his groin, his hard tool impaled in its full length inside me. I squeezed my hole muscles a bit and then relaxed, pushing out. Roberto moaned deeply as his hands grabbed my sides to keep me steady. I slowly started to pull myself up from him, but just an inch or so, then descend back down, fucking myself with his shaft that was hard as a rock. It felt fucking great! Ivan was on the screen looking mad and intense again, watching us fuck while beating on his thick tool in a furious pace. I rocked up and down, pulling up higher and higher as we watched the screen, Roberto's long shaft revealing itself inch by inch with my strokes. He was now rocking with me, fucking me gently, then rapidly. I kept my hole loose as his snake slid in and out. Ivan continued to jerk his dick in quick, short motions. The thick snake was moving in a faster speed, sliding through my hungry tunnel. I crouched myself up with my hands clutching on Roberto's thighs for balance. I sat up in position and held it there as Roberto thrust in and out, faster and harder, really FUCKING ME NOW, building his pace, FASTER AND FASTER. His cock moved rapidly on the screen as Ivan beat off in unison. Roberto grabbed my hips tighter and pushed me down HARD on his cock as he thrust DEEP into my hole. I felt a sudden pulse from the snake inside me as he came hard in multiple spasms. “ABRIGADO! ABRIGADDDO!” he yelled. After several minutes (or was it longer than that?) his hands released me as they fell to his side, resting on the bed. He gasped heavily behind me, catching his breath. I slowly slid off the snake, pulling away, moving forward to his knees, catching my breath. I barely had a minute to do that. Ivan lunged forward, bent over and thrust his massive, thick Russian monster at my mancunt. UGGGHHHHHH!!!! I screamed, shocked by the sudden assault that came with no warning. Roberto pulled back quickly from in between my legs, as he pushed the rimseat away, as it bounced towards the edge of the bed. He leaned over and watched the activity unfolding on the screen. I caught his eye looking at mine, he had a sinister face that stunned me…then comforted me. I winked back at him from the flatscreen. Ivan pushed HARD AND DEEP. I jerked forward, the violence of his fuck, rocking me. I still had the poppers in one hand and quickly uncapped the container, took deep breaths through my nostrils repeatedly, then a big inhale through my mouth, then closed the container. Ivan pushed HARDER, DEEPER. I was now gasping, lunging forward with each thrust as Ivan would pull out of my mancunt, then pushing back as he would fuck back into me. I pushed my mancunt lips out. I wanted to be super loose for him as he fucked me. Like a cunt. But a mancunt that he was now taking special care to attend, to feed, to breed. He fucked HARDER AND HARDER, each thrust seemed more violent than the one that preceded it. It was almost hurting, but I loved the pain. I would squeeze my ass for a second for the extra burn. OH FUCK!!!! Then with a deep breath, I would release my ass muscles, getting loose and sloppy. “FUCKIN’ BITCH MANCUNT!!!!” Ivan yelled over the dark, deep bass. He fucked harder a few more strokes, then pushed and fucked with such intensity from his last stroke that I almost got thrust to the edge of the bed. “AWWWW…YOU FUCKIN’ MANCUNT!!!!” Ivan protested again, thrusting one HARD LAST TIME---EXPLODING inside me, his cum a warm pool that added even more heat into my burning tunnel. On the flatscreen I could see Roberto jerking off his dick behind us. Ivan was now moaning, his head rocking violently side to side as he caught his breath with his massive tool still HARD inside me. He stood there, knees bent, his massive weight descending on me with that tool still pulsing. My inner hole was only getting warmer and warmer. And then, suddenly Ivan pulled out, stepped back a bit and knelt towards my hole. With his giant paws, he spread my asscheeks apart and dove in with his face. My back arched up in pleasure as his rough, fat tongue entered my very open, loose hole. Roberto jumped off the bed abruptly and grabbed the HD camcorder loose from the tripod and stood over us, zooming in. On the screen, my ass filled the horizontal frame, Ivan’s big hands bleeding off the edge, his now-giant tongue greedily licking away at my hole. I shook the poppers container and took deep breaths. HOLY FUCK!!! This was fucking intense. Ivan just kept going at my hope, sucking on it, eating his own cum that was mixed with Roberto’s warm contribution from earlier. There was so much cum from both of them that it was spilling out my engorged mancunt. Some of my asslips were so wet and moist with their man juice that it was almost white. A big glob of cum dripped from the side of Ivan’s tongue, falling off the edge of the frame. His tongue kept furiously sucking on my hole, spreading it apart with his fingers. Ivan then inserted his right index finger and attempted to fish out more of the warm liquid seed. His finger pulled out after a few seconds and was covered in cum that he then sucked off. Then the finger disappeared again into my hungry mancunt, open and inviting. He twisted that finger deep inside, fucking me for a few seconds with force, then would stop and try to feel inside, grabbing what he was hunting for. The finger would exit my hole still covered with more man juice! On the screen his finger got larger and larger as he pushed it towards Roberto and the lens. The finger was swallowed on screen, Roberto’s chin peaking into the frame, his tongue lapping away at Ivan’s thick finger. The image on the screen suddenly went dark as Roberto lost control, sucking on Ivan’s finger, his hand with the camera now at his side, the lens pointed towards a dark corner of the room. The bass crept behind us again. Roberto leaned into Ivan and started kissing him deep, his tongue trying to get and taste what man juice he could grab. I leaned forward, squeezing myself away from Ivan, turning around, facing them as they shared their cum between each other. I shook the poppers container again, opened it and fed it to both hungry men who took deep breaths of the nasty aroma without releasing their locked lips. I fed myself then closed the container, tossed it aside, and with my other hand, felt my manpussy. It was wet, sloppy, moist, open and dripping. I pushed several fingers inside coating it with more man juice. I then fed the coated fingers to both men, who stared at me, with a deep hunger, like thirsty animals on the prowl. I leaned forward, stuck my tongue out and shared the cum with both of them, our tongues dancing to the dark beat behind us. FUCK. I LOVE TAKING BREAKS. On the flatscreen the lens gazed in the darkness, the automatic lighting meter resetting itself, a sparkle of light emitting on the corner of the frame as my sling started to glow in the shadows.

"I told you he nasTy," Ivan declared as Roberto stood stunned by the bedroom door, looking around the dark interior, my blackout shade pulled down at the window. The sling was set up near one corner. The rimchair was on the floor nearby. On a tripod I had my HD vidcam set up that was tethered to the flat screen. Fisting porn was playing, some home-made action of strangers that was passed on to me by an FF Daddy I played with occasionally. Three hot men were on the screen; the bottom sitting on some chair with the seat taken out, his legs spread wide, a HUGE hole that was getting punch-fucked by the second guy, while the third man twisted the bottom's nipples as he kissed him deep. In the background, I had a dark, electronic playlist playing, casting even more erotic shadows in the room. "Holy shit," Roberto gasped. He walked in the room and placed the parTy kit on an end table that had lube, poppers, several bottles of Gatorade and other shit. At one end of my queen size bed I had an assortment of toys and other play gear. The bed was covered in a black vinyl playsheet as were the pillows and the floor under the sling and rimchair. The floor crackled as we all walked into the room. Roberto grabbed a large, hard plastic tube that had a clear acrylic shaft in the center about 8" long and 2” in diameter with a hand pump on the other end. "What isTHIS?" He looked at me puzzled. "You'll find out..." I smirked at Roberto, then at Ivan, "...later." I let go of Ivan's hand and walked towards the table and grabbed some small items, as I sat by one side of the bed. I opened my palm out with two blue pills. "Here-take this," I offered both men as I unscrewed the top of one of the Gatorade bottles. Ivan winked at me and smiled. He grabbed the drink from me and swallowed his pill quickly; Roberto followed, smiling. "How are you guys doing?" I asked, checking in. Myself : I was FLYING yet comfortable. The G was still in effect from what I could sense. My hole wanted more attention. "I good," Ivan replied, very matter-of-fact. "Yeah, me too," Roberto chimed in. They both stood in front of me, massaging their large mounds of horny cock under their jockstraps. I leaned forward and grabbed a small plastic bottle and unscrewed the cap. Inside were several cotton balls, soaked in REAL poppers that I had ordered through a connection on asspig.com. I had poured it earlier while anticipating some assplay. The cotton balls were wet and moist, the strong aroma rising up from the container. I took deep breaths, inhaling through my nose, and one big one through my mouth. Then I closed the cap. I looked up at Ivan with a new hunger. He was still squeezing his bulge on his jock. I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned forward, brushed his hand aside and started massaging the huge mound of flesh underneath the stretched cotton. MAN-DID THAT FEEL GOOD! It felt THICK and HEAVY and WARM! I kept playing with it, squeezing it soft, then a hard, firm grasp, then soft again. "That good, Boy," he moaned, under his breath. I pulled the cloth of the crotch aside and grabbed that Russian massive tool. I pulled it all the way out, exposing his massive balls also. He was leaking a lot of pre-cum which I rubbed back on his shaft. "Awwww...FUCK!!!" Ivan yelled. I leaned over closer and took the big head into my mouth slowly. I wanted to savor his dick. It had been months since our initial meeting and I had forgotten what an incredible piece of meat Ivan had. I licked at the head with my tongue and then S L O W L Y started sucking the thick shaft into my mouth. I did this as leisurely as I could; there was no rush, no agenda. I took him one slow inch at a time, that time stretching further in reality as we all were riding. I wanted to make his cock love every second of it. The poppers hit earlier was having its effect. My mouth was getting used to being stretched wide. I continued sucking slow and gentle, letting gobs of my saliva lubricate the shaft. After a minute (or was it ten minutes?), the head pierced the back of my throat. I gasped for a second and he sensed me. Ivan moved a little and grabbed the poppers and unscrewed it, took a whiff from the container for himself and then held it under both of my nostrils. WHOA!!!! BOOM!!! FUCK!!! With all the T and G from earlier I just went into OVERDRIVE!!! I sucked that thick shaft deeper as my throat muscles relaxed. I took deep breaths through my nose to allow oxygen and to relax, to get my throat loose and open. My mouth wanted it but my mind CRAVED it. His cock sank further into my throat, glided by all the saliva that was dripping from my mouth, creating little puddles on the vinyl playsheet on the floor. In the background, Quantec’s beat took us to another level, the bass getting deeper and deeper. "HOLY SHIT!!!!" Roberto screamed. "Look at him take your fucking monster! HOLY FUCK!!!" My eyes were closed. I was lost in another state wherein pleasing this massive cock was my only concern. Ivan thrusted deeper into my throat as another inch sank further in. This angle was uncomfortable with me sitting at the edge of the bed. Ivan was thrusting his fat cock deeper into my throat. I moved carefully, trying not to let Ivan pull out, keeping him where he was in my throat, wanting him inside me. I slowly got off the bed and gently kneeled in front of Ivan, getting a better angle to take him D E E P E R. I took another strong inhale of oxygen from my nose, helping my throat muscles relax, eyes still closed, visualizing in my flying head that monster fucking my HUNGRY mouth and throat. “OH MANNNNNN…..” Ivan moaned. My eyes opened as I looked up and witnessed his head leaning back in utter satisfaction. “FUCK YEAH!!!” Roberto cheered. “FUCK THAT MANPUSSY’S MOUTH!!! HOLY FUCKING SHITTTTT!!!!” Roberto leaned over to Ivan and with both hands started to gently squeeze Ivan’s nipples. Ivan rolled his head violently, moaning even more. I closed my eyes again, lost in the weight of the massive Russian dick impaled in my throat, slowly creeping in, further and further. I convulsed my throat muscles, massaging his shaft from the head to the base, as his thick tool sank and sank into my hungry vocal tunnel. I sucked hard. Then I sucked soft. I alternated back and forth, back and forth, hard, hard, soft, hard. Soft, soft, hard, soft. Ivan grabbed the back of my head and started to FUCK MY THROAT!!! He wasn’t being gentle! I started to gag and then Roberto pulled me away from the Russian tool, but not all the way out, just enough to…feed me more poppers! Y E A H !!!! I opened my eyes and winked at Roberto in appreciation. He placed the poppers container under Ivan’s nose also. Ivan took deep inhales and cocked his head back wildly, groaning loudly over the deep bass enveloping the room, shadows sinking around us. Ivan GRABBED the back of my head and PUSHED VERY HARD towards his crotch. The poppers HIT me! I was now breathing rapidly through my nose, taking as much oxygen to relax my throat, just let it get looser and looser for the violent invasion. OHHHHH…I breathed, whenever there was a gap between my throat, mouth and Ivan’s thick, massive meat. It seemed to get BIGGER!!! Was that my fucking high imagination? And then I realized the blue pill was having it’s effect: his tool was getting bigger, firmer, H A R D E R. The weight was increasing in my throat. But I didn’t care. I was so fucking high, horny and relaxed that my throat opened up more. “Uhhhhhh…..” Ivan moaned, sensing my skills, the pressure of his hands at the back of my head, pushing me towards his groin. I could barely breathe but somehow managed. The poppers was still in effect so my throat continued to relax. I slowly started to massage the base of his cock, chewing lightly just with my lips, keeping my teeth away, putting pressure on my lips, then loosening that pressure, than adding more tightness, grabbing his tool, like a pulsing pussy. Ivan gasped, looking at me, in a SICK, TWISTED gaze. He pulled his cock out a bit, just an inch or two. I moaned in regret. Ivan pushed back in slowly. I moaned in ecstasy. He pulled out again, a few more inches stolen from my hungry throat. I moaned in desperation! He FUCKED INTO ME HARD!!! And then he PULLED OUT FAST!!! AND THEN HE PUSHED BACK IN MY THROAT EVEN FASTER!!! IN AND OUT!!! IN AND OUT!!! IN AND OUT IN RAPID SUCESSION!!! I moaned in pain, but it was a GREAT PAIN. The blackness consumed me as I could only hear the dark, dark, deep bass of the music coming down on us like an increasing weight. “GODDAMMMNITTTTT!” Ivan yelled, thrusting further into my throat, my nose at his pubic hair. OH FUCK, I moaned somehow to myself. Ivan thrust harder and harder, convulsing as he CAME!!! “FUCKKKKKK!!!!” he yelled, louder, his gasps blending with the thunderous bass. A thick rope of cum was coating my throat, my mouth. Spasms from his thick cock pulsed inside my throat as I tasted him, the bitterness of his cum hit me like a strange, unfamiliar flavor. “Awwww,..FUCK!!! You are BAD BOY!” And then he abruptly pulled out, panting, catching his breath. I jerked forward and sucked the head of his thick, still-fucking-HARD-dick, and savored as much of that Russian bitter juice that was still dripping from the head of his cock. I wanted more. He pulled away, pushing my head and still very hungry mouth away. “HOLY FUCKKK!!! ,” Ivan thanked me, spent. He was still HARD AS A ROCK. The thick monster stuck out, like an evil tool, glistening with my saliva mixed with his cum. I still wanted that dick, my hunger was still overtaking me. I grabbed his shaft with my left hand, massaging with our created natural lubrication, jerking his cock. "FUCK IT!!! STOP NOW!!!" Ivan shouted, almost angry. He grabbed that rock-hard tool away from me and took a step back, his head jerking side to side. His cock was over-stimulated so he kept it away from my reach. I saw a drop of cum leak out of the tip of his dick. Ivan was still catching his breath. He grabbed some Gatorade and drank it quickly. He then walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down to take a break, rest. He looked glazed, content, and yet there was a hint of an underlying hunger still in his eyes. I winked at him as I wiped the saliva and cum mixture on the edge of my lips with my tongue. Roberto suddenly grabbed me from my upper arm and pulled me up from the floor until I was standing beside him, both of his arms now enveloping me as he lunged towards my mouth, his lips over mine, his mouth swallowing mine. His tongue raped me, trying to grab and taste what was left of Ivan’s cum on my tongue, the walls of my mouth, my gums. I was breathing rapidly again, as I was so fucking turned on by everything! And then Roberto pulled away. “Get back on the bed,” he said, gently. I did as was told. Roberto motioned for me to roll over, on my back. “Turn around so your head is over the edge of the bed,” he directed. I love a man commanding me. He gave me the poppers bottle and told me to take some big hits. I did and he sampled it himself. I laid back, head cocked over the side of the mattress. The vinyl playsheet crackled as I adjusted myself. Roberto leaned in closer facing me. He was still massaging the crotch of his jock. And then he stopped, grabbed the waistband of the jock with both hands and took it off in a sudden motion and kicked it aside. WOW! What a beautiful dick! It was not at thick as Ivan's monster but it made up for it in length. Roberto definitely had an extra inch or so on Ivan. He was uncut and the foreskin was pulled tight past the crown of his head. His dick was a shade darker than the rest of his body. It looked picture perfect. I cocked my head more at an angle and opened my mouth. Roberto stepped forward and pushed that snake in. Thank god for Ivan's face-fucking earlier! My mouth was stretched and lubricated, not to mention HUNGRY. His cock slid in easily. I massaged the shaft with my mouth and he groaned. I sucked carefully, cautiously as this was new for both of us. I pulled gently on his foreskin with my teeth and then released as I built up a vacuum motion with my lips and throat. His foreskin loosened around the head of his cock. I closed my eyes and visualized my effort as if a nano-cam were in my mouth. I was clearly flying. I sucked that foreskin further into my mouth and then gently with the tip of my tongue spelled out my appreciation slowly clockwise, then counterclockwise. Roberto trembled, silent but his body gave me every indication of its pleasure. I sucked and sucked loving the difference of his flavor, the cock’s weight, it’s girth, and firmness compared to Ivan’s massive tool from earlier. Time passed without measure. Roberto pushed deeper as the head touched the back of my throat. I moved the angle of my head slightly and took a deep, deep breath from my nose, getting as much oxygen as I could. Roberto pushed further in as that snake found its way. WHOA!!!! It was an amazing feeling of fullness, not as heavy as Ivan from earlier, but just as impressive. And clearly the blue pill had its effect also. I fucking love that EXTRA firmness! Clearly sucking Ivan earlier helped; my throat was really relaxed and all the drugs in combination were adding to the sensation. Roberto pushed in another inch or so, carefully, sizing me up, making sure I could take it. He was definitely longer than Ivan's tool. "GODDAMNITTT!!!" Roberto screamed. He stroked my head, then both hands started twisting and squeezing my nipples gently, "You are such a fucking amazing manpussy!" I leaned my head back more, changing my angle to allow him better access. Roberto started to fuck my throat slowly, just pulling out an inch or two, then slowly back in. He twisted my left nipple and pinched the right. I moaned. That did the trick as my throat opened more. He continued to fuck my throat like that, just a slow, steady rhythm. I took as much air in as I could when he pulled out for those few seconds. My throat would relax as he would then push and fuck me with that snake. I was getting used to the face-fucking when I felt Ivan spread my legs and then suddenly with force, he pushed one or more fingers into my mancunt. I couldn't really tell how many fingers he was using as I was too lost with Roberto's long tool pushing deeper into my throat. "Wow", Ivan finally spoke. "His mancunt hungry." The thick fingers jabbed in and out, rapidly, rough and firm. Roberto was still twisting my nipples, not too hard, just enough tightness in the pinch that made me groan. You could hear his tool slide in and out of my throat, my mouth becoming a wet, slippery tunnel as I produced gobs of saliva that was coating his long dick, dripping out of my mouth, streaking down the sides of my face, my chin and onto the floor. In between my legs Ivan finger-fucked me furiously. He was breathing rapidly again. We all were as the deep bass of the music seemed to envelope us. Boom. Fuck. BOOM!!! Ivan jabbed at my needy hole more violently. Roberto picked up his pace, the gentleness now fading in his strokes, his fingers squeezing my nipples with more abandon, more force. Fuck. Boom. FUCK!!! I was being pounded rougher on both ends, the sensation blending into one, so that my body felt as if it were floating, a weightless vehicle for their entry, their force, their pleasure. Flying. "AWWW........FUCKKKKK!!!" Roberto jerked forward with an unexpected violence that the end of his dick felt like a painful stab in my throat. I tried to breathe deeper and not gag. He held firm and squeezed my nipples tighter now that I was groaning in pleasure that was mixed with tolerable pain. He held still as his cock pulsed deep in my throat, his cum exploding inside that even the force of it made me almost gag again. Ivan sensed what was going on and added another finger, thrusting hard into my mancunt. I spread my legs further, bending my knees to allow him more access. Roberto kept ejaculating and I just kept swallowing, allowing my throat muscles to expand and contract, massaging his cock that still pulsed inside me. "AAAAGGGHHHH!!!" He groaned some more and then very carefully and slowly pulled his long tool out of my throat. I kept sucking on it, trying to pull it back, but Roberto was over-stimulated. He stopped pinching on my nipples and with both hands now on my shoulders, jerked himself away from me. "HOLY FUCK!!!" He stepped back. My head was still leaning at the edge of the bed, some of his cum now dripping off the right corner of my mouth. I stared at him upside down, at his crotch, his dick wet and juicy, hanging down on its own weight and STILL HARD! "That was fucking GREAT!" Roberto exclaimed. "Abrigado," he said appreciatively, leaning down and kissing me passionately, his tongue savoring his own cum mixed with all my saliva and throat lubrication. Ivan stopped finger-fucking me suddenly. He pulled my knees forward to him, straightening my legs on the bed then grabbed my thighs with an immediate force and pulled harder on my body so my head was on the mattress. He then lunged himself on top of me; his big, burly body and all it's weight pressing down on me. Roberto repositioned himself, his lips over mine. Ivan leaned in and joined in our kissing dance, his rough tongue mixing with Roberto and mine, each of them tasting the manjuice that I had eagerly earned from both of them. "You such bad, bad Boy," Ivan whispered, as the bass from the music drowned over us. Boom. Boom. BOOM!!!

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This is a continuation of BROOKLYN SERIES. Here is Link to that page in this section. ------- BROOKLYN SERIES: Surprise ParTy Man was I fuckin’ horny. That all too familiar itch was starting and I could not wait for the upcoming holiday weekend! I hadn't parTied in awhile. I like to space it out so it doesn't get too regular. And the crash and burn can wear me out so this way works for me. Plus nothing makes playing more exciting than anticipation. I took an extra day off at the beginning of the next week to allow some chill time after a weekend of some assplay that I was hoping would happen. A few FF buddies were interested in getting together but nothing was completely locked and confirmed. Seems like everyone I hoped to get with was just too fucking busy! It was early Saturday afternoon and I was online flirting with some men in Brooklyn. Manhattan was out of the question; I wasn't planning any travel time tonight and preferred to host. Guys were hitting on me though from different boroughs. I kept my profiles active on a few sites, waiting to see what would develop. And as horny as I was, hooking up in NYC is also about transit logistics. I wanted to keep it local tonight if any connections could occur. Meanwhile I got myself prepared. I cleaned out thoroughly and after about an hour, my hole was ready and itchy for action. I put on my black and red jock and then slipped into my leather boots. I sure looked fucking hot in this minimal gear! I went back online to see what was developing. A few guys sent me short notes or one-word inquiries that really wasn't picking my interest. I sent a few emails to some FF tops I was interested in. I gave my cell phone number to those I was serious to hook up with. I set up the portable sling in the bedroom. That took awhile (it sure isn't easy to do alone!). Thank god for WD-40! I also recently got a rim chair. A buddy in LA I hooked up with while there for work a few months back re-introduced me to the joys of rimchairs. I got one soon after that has legs with adjustable height so you can be more creative with it. I rigged it up at the tallest setting and sat on it and looked at my reflection at the large mirror leaning on the opposite wall. FUCK! The reflection sure looked hot! I leaned back a little and sank my ass deeper on the rimseat. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, pushing my asslips out slightly. I could see the slight quiver of motion in the mirror. My manhole was hungry! HOT! I was startled to hear my cell phone ringing. YEAH! I thought to myself. Someone took the bait! I jumped off the rimchair and found my iPhone. The caller ID read "Moving Company." HUH? I was a bit confused and picked up the call. "Hello," I answered, I couldn’t conceal a faint hint of disappointment in my voice. I thought it would be some hot FF Dad from online calling, not some wrong number or worse, a junk call. "Hello," the voice responded. It was thick and heavy with an accent. "Is this apartment #66?" "Yes," I replied. I was now confused: I didn’t leave my apartment number on any online flirting notes! WHO-THE-FUCK-WAS-THIS?!? "Hello. This is Ivan. I moved you into that apartment several months ago." He sounded like he was almost snarling. WTF!!! My manhole twitched. "Oh, uhhh...Hi Ivan. WOW! This is a surprise to hear from you!" I exclaimed. "Wha...what are you up to?" This was very unexpected. He was the last person I thought would be calling. I hadn’t seen him since the day I moved. "Well..." Ivan paused for a second. "I about to get off work and it long weekend coming up. I have days off so I thought, see what you up to?" FUCK! I was hard through my jock just listening to his broken English. "So how are you? How you like that apartment?" He was making awkward small talk. "Uhm...yeah I'm good…I’m good. Thank you," I replied, enthusiastically. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my hole was twitching under the rimseat. "The apartment is great. I love it. Love the neighorhood! I'm so glad I finally got the hell out of the city and moved to Brooklyn!" "What you doing?" He asked suddenly, the thick voice hung over the line. "Well, actually, nothing. Just…sitting around. Just hanging out tonight.” I bit my lip. “No plans.” "Would you like company." Ivan seemed to state that last line. He wasn't asking. He paused a few seconds before I could reply. "I free soon. I come over. Want to do some sTuff." He said that last word with a heavy, thick emphasis. My jock was getting a wet spot with my pre-cum just hearing his voice over the phone. "YEAH!" I almost yelled back, dizzy with excitement, trying to contain myself. "OK," the heavy accent continued. "I come over in next hour." I was about to give him my address when he interrupted. “I know where you live,” Ivan declared. “I bring surprise." And then he abruptly hung up. _________ The next hour seemed like an eternity. I was HUNGRY! I replayed the scene in my head, over and over, when Ivan and his crew moved me into the apartment several months ago; how an apartment move turned into this seduction and introduction: to mancunt and sTuff. I was rubbing my crotch, edging myself, sitting on the rimchair, teasing my mancunt with a lubed finger or two, admiring my reflection in the mirror as I waited for his arrival. The anticipation was building and building… My buzzer rang. I jumped out of the bedroom and ran to the intercom. I looked in the small security video monitor and saw Ivan leaning against the glass entry door to my building. I buzzed him in quickly and walked to my apartment front door and unlocked it and waited. After a minute I heard the elevator door slide open and shut outside in the hallway. A moment later he walked in, the bulky frame, the barrel chest, the broad shoulders, thick arms and legs, and that impressive bulge which looked larger than my memory had painted in my horny head. I was so in lust for him! He looked solid and masculine after a hard day's work. He was wearing a moving company jumpsuit uniform that was different than the last time we met. It fit him tight on the thighs and gut. But MAN! Did he look FUCKING HOT!!! "Hello. It is Ivan," he announced, holding the door behind him, the weight of the words hanging in the air. "And I bring surprise for you," the door swung open further and a second man walked in. The stranger smiled at me. "This is Roberto," Ivan introduced us. WHOA! HOLY SHIT! I was caught off guard. When I had buzzed Ivan in earlier I hadn't realized someone was with him. Roberto walked quickly into the apartment, shut the door and locked it behind him. He was taller than Ivan - about 6'2", muscular, but not as bulky and hefty as Ivan. He was slightly darker in tone, more like my complexion of a light medium tan. His face was square-jawed, the contour framed by a light buzzed black beard. His hair was as dark with short, wavy, curls. Like Ivan, he was not standard handsome. He had hard and yet soft features. His lips especially looked full and enlarged in a sexy way. He was in his late 30’s in age from my guess. His arms and legs were also thick and he wore the same jumpsuit uniform as Ivan. And there was an impressive bulge hanging to the left side of his crotch. I smiled back at him. "He work for me," Ivan continued as Roberto stepped forward, his hand extended to greet me. I took his hand and he held mine tight and firm. I do love a man that knows how to shake hands! I find it so erotic especially because I am always sizing up a man’s hands due to my love for assplay. Shaking hands with a masculine man is a great way for me to measure up a guy. You can tell so much by how long and tight a man extends himself in a handshake: his confidence, his masculinity, his sexual energy, and his attraction towards me. His hands were of medium size, a little smaller than Ivan's. His fingers though looked exceptionally long. My dick got harder under my jock. "I am Roberto. It is very nice to meet you," he smiled, looking me up and down, assessing me visually in the same way I had measured him a moment ago when our hands touched. I then realized I was only wearing my jock and boots and blushed for a second as I had only expected Ivan. "Likewise," I replied, returning the smile back at him. "Come on in," I moved to the side as Roberto entered my apartment. Ivan followed, grinning at me and I smirked at him silently - like WTF – and yet, I was excited at the same time! Like THANK YOU!!' "This is nice apartment you have," Roberto stated, walking around, checking out the space. I realized he also had an accent that I couldn't distinguish quite yet; it was Latin for sure. "Yes, it is very nice," Roberto continued, looking at me now, up and down, smiling at me. Flattery gets you everywhere. My dick twitched again. I wasn't blushing this time. Ivan walked behind me and grabbed my ass suddenly with those rough hands. He spread my cheeks and teased my hole with a finger, just lightly brushing the edge of my asslips. I moaned. "I been thinking about your mancunt for long time," Ivan pronounced. "I have few jobs nearby here last few months and when I drive by your street I get hard. I just never have time to see you," his finger went deeper in my hole, exploring, "until today." The finger twitched inside as I rolled my head to the side. Roberto walked towards us and leaned over, gazing at Ivan's actions. "This is mancunt I told you about," Ivan said, almost with a hint of pride, staring at Roberto, like I was his possession. I loved how he did that: showing me off like I was his cunt bitch! Roberto stepped forward again, now behind me and I felt a second finger brush against my asslips which was still slightly moist from cleaning out and what little lube I had from teasing myself earlier on the rimchair while I had been waiting. "Wow," Roberto whispered. He brushed his finger gently over my hole again, rubbing it back and forth. I instinctively leaned forward a bit, pushing my ass back as he felt me up. "This feels better than pussy!" he smiled at Ivan. “And he is so sexy and masculine,” Roberto continued. I now realized he was Brazilian, the way his accent was softened at the edges. Both men's fingers explored my hole. They laughed and I moaned some more. "Let's start the parTy," Ivan announced. I leaned back straight as both men pulled away from me. I turned around as Ivan started undressing, pulling off his heavy work boots and unzipping his jumpsuit uniform. That familiar big chest with salt and pepper hair exposed itself. Man did that look GOOD! Roberto moved over to my couch, sat down and proceeded to take off his boots also. At this point Ivan was almost undressed, exposing that beautiful, insane bulge under the thick jock he wore. Roberto was not far behind and also pulled off his jumpsuit and threw it on the floor. He too was wearing only a jock with an equally impressive bulge underneath it. He had a lean, tight, slight muscular build. His chest and torso were lightly covered in short, wavy dark hair. His legs, like his arms, were very muscular and defined. He looked very sexy. Roberto spread his legs and started massaging his crotch. His jock bulge started to get bigger, the cloth stretching as he squeezed and released. Ivan walked beside me and sat on the couch also. He looked over at Roberto and smiled and then grabbed his own crotch. Of course Ivan's bulge was impressive. He clearly was bigger and thicker. But Roberto was not exactly unimpressive. It looked like a snake was moving around under his jock. Both men leaned back on the couch, pulling on their dicks through their jocks, never taking them out, getting all hot and turned on. I was still standing by the hall just mesmerized by the sight of these two hot movers in my apartment! I too was grabbing my hard dick through my jock and with one finger from my other hand, started playing with my manhole. "Go get your parTy kit," Ivan commanded. Roberto smiled at Ivan. Clearly there was some plan between the two of them. You did not have to tell me twice. I went into the bedroom and found my toiletry travel bag of supplies. I walked back into the living room and found both hot men talking, laughing and each of them squeezing those impressive mounds still captured under their jocks. I sat across from them on a chair, settling my ass as close to the edge of the front of the chair, legs spread, trying to show as much of my manhole as I could. I unzipped the bag and pulled out the contents : a torch, contact lens case that had my grounded Tina, and a straw clipped to about 2" in length with one edge cut at an angle. And then I found a small bottle of liquid that I forgot I had. I held it up. "Do you guys want a drink?" I looked at them. Ivan was slightly puzzled. Roberto was smiling. I waved the small bottle in front of them. "Yes," Roberto replied for both of them. "We have had a long, hard day," he grinned. "We would really like a drink." He winked at me, flirting. I asked if they had any liquor earlier and Roberto confirmed that they hadn't. Ivan was still puzzled as I got up and went to the kitchen. I got some glasses, retrieved a bottle from the fridge, and poured some juice into the three glasses. Then I carefully measured some of the liquid from the small bottle and stirred them in each glass. Both men were now standing beside me, Roberto was lightly fingering my hole as Ivan looked at what I was doing. "This is G," I explained. "It will make us all a little more hornier. It will add to the parTy." Roberto grabbed a glass with his free hand. Ivan followed, as did I. We then cheered and drank our shots, that bitter taste just barely concealed by the sweet juice. Roberto continued to play with my hole. "This is so much better than pussy," he said again. Ivan leaned forward and grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. It was a gentle kiss at first : lips touching lips that led to a thick, fat tongue entering my mouth. And then harder and more aggressive, Ivan biting my lower lip, as his tongue danced wildly inside my mouth. Roberto continued to caress my hole with his finger, running it up and down, slowly against my hole, his fingertip slightly entering my mancunt just a bit, teasing my now very excited hole. We did this for several minutes as both hot men invaded me in their own way. Ivan was kissing me like some mad man and Roberto was gently teasing my manhole. They were both playing me like some instrument, warming me up for what was to come. I could feel the G now S L O W L Y creeping in, that familiar slight haze was setting in. Ivan broke free from my lips suddenly and motioned to Roberto in some silent code. I looked over at Roberto who walked back over to the living room. Ivan grabbed my hand and led me to the couch and motioned for me to sit near Roberto on my left. Ivan sat beside me on my right. I smiled and Roberto smiled back in a familiar knowing manner. Ivan looked at us both, one eye pinched, like trying to figure out what was going on. Then he just smiled, both eyes wide open. The G was hitting him now also. The parTy was starting. Ivan grabbed me and pushed my head back suddenly to the back of the couch as I leaned sitting back. He pulled on my legs and extended them so my lower body was stretched with my asscheeks over the edge of the seat. I spread my legs further. Roberto unscrewed the lens cap and dug out some Tina with the straw and filled the glass pipe with a generous amount of that magic dust. He grabbed the torch and cooked up the bowl carefully, turning it side to side for a few seconds, melting the crystal in the heated glass bowl until the magical smoke started to collect. He clearly knew what he was doing. Roberto took a slow and big measured inhales of the smoke, getting more and more of it into his lungs. Then he passed the glass pipe to Ivan who repeated the process. While Ivan cooked his hit, Roberto leaned back and started kissing me passionately. I knew where this was going. He looked at me with a strong gaze and nodded silently to me. We stopped our tongue dancing for a moment but he didn’t pull away from me. He looked at me again and made a gesture with his eyes into mine and exhaled that big breath of smoke he had been holding in his lungs which I then took with a BIGGER inhale. I was hungry for that smoke! His tongue then resumed with mine, kissing me even more, tongues slurping over each other, as he started to finger me again-no more teasing now-as that finger inched into my very hungry mancunt. I could hear Ivan taking several inhales of the Tina smoke as I let my exhale enter Roberto's mouth, giving the smoke back to him. Roberto pulled away from my mouth and smiled and exhaled that smoke that we had just shotgunned between each other. Before I could catch my next breath, Ivan leaned back towards me and kissed me harder. His kiss was rougher, like his body, his demeanor. His tongue was thicker and invaded my mouth wildly. And then Ivan gave me the same silent gaze and nod. I got ready, stopped any tongue movement, as he exhaled an even B I G G E R breath of that magical smoke into my lungs that I gladly accepted. I kissed him back even rougher as Roberto lit up another hit for himself as I exhaled that big breath back to Ivan who greedily accepted it, and then returned it back to me one more time. He pulled away and looked at me seriously. "Hold it in as long as you can,"Ivan directed. I did as I was told for almost a minute. And then I couldn't anymore as I felt Roberto pull in and out of my manhole slowly. I exhaled a huge cloud of the smoke that floated above us three, our eyes all glazed with lust and hunger. "Your turn," Ivan nodded. Roberto lit the glass pipe again holding it to my mouth. I let the Tina cook slowly, wanting as much of the smoke to accumulate in the bowl. I took slow, slow inhales, grabbing more smoke from the pipe until there was barely a mist of it. My head was floating as I kept the smoke in my lungs as long as I could. Roberto leaned forward and I gave in, releasing the smoke, as he inhaled my exhale, as his tongue washed the inside of my mouth gently. He continued to finger me in the same manner, light and sensual, as I spread my legs further apart. He returned the smoke back to my lungs as I moaned in the double-hole-pleasure between my mouth and my manhole. He pulled away from me suddenly as Ivan's lips were now at my mouth waiting for my exhale that I gladly provided. Ivan's finger now joined Roberto's and his invasion-like his tongue-was rougher and more firm. Ivan took my breath and kissed me hard again, that thick tongue going crazy in my mouth. And then after some moment, he exhaled the magic smoke back to me, kissed me hard again and pulled away. Both men watched me - their eyes burning with intensity as their fingers flicked inside my hole. I exhaled a LARGE cloud above us. I rolled my head side to side, looking fondly at Roberto and then at Ivan. The G was taking us on that special ride. Ivan looked at my hole, while both men’s fingers were probing me. Then he smiled at Roberto. “I told you this mancunt special.” Ivan looked at my hole again, almost proud, like I was his discovery. “Yeah,” Roberto replied, “that is definitely a manpussy.” I love how he said that: the “ssss” sound extended slightly longer in annunciation with a soft, sensual curve, in contrast to how Ivan calls it a mancunt with emphasis on the consonants. Roberto’s fingers inched in deeper besides Ivan’s fingers, also still in my hole. “I have had real pussy," Roberto explained, "and this feels fucking better than pussy.” He smiled and winked at me again. “When Ivan told me weeks ago about your manpussy I could not believe him. And he said you are very masculine but have this magical manpussy. I didn’t understand.” Fingers danced inside my hole as my breathing became more rapid. “And then he told me about how you introduced him to parTying and how your manpussy got more hungry…I knew I had to meet you.” “Oh y e a h …my mancunt does get very hungry,” I looked at Ivan, moaning, almost whispering, that hunger building between my legs. “When I told him about your mancunt,” Ivan explained, “I could tell he would be good surprise for you as I see he got hardon listening to my story.” Ivan reached over and squeezed Roberto’s jock pouch. Roberto pulled his head back slightly, surprised by Ivan's motions, and moaned. “Yeah he VERY HARD for your mancunt,” Ivan proclaimed, squeezing harder, and laughing “He like your mancunt.” The G was in full effect along with the heavy amount of our first bowl we smoked earlier. All of us were clearly FLYING, horny as hell, the air around us seemed to heat up. Roberto grabbed Ivan’s jock pouch with his free hand and squeezed also. Both men now were holding each other’s big cocks hidden under their jocks, their other hands exploring my hole which was getting more loose with their stretching and finger-fucking my juicy manhole. I grabbed both hot men towards me as we all three kissed at the same time. I would dance with Ivan's tongue, then do the same with Roberto. And then it was even hotter to feel both their tongues with each other inside my mouth as both men continued to finger me. Ivan pulled his hand away from Roberto’s crotch and grabbed the back of my neck forcing my mouth to lock in tighter with him. Roberto followed and did the same. The three of us were being primal and sharing in our masculine, sexual energy. We were all moaning, kissing with force, then slow and passionate, and then forceful again, saliva dripping down our faces. Roberto pulled away suddenly. “Let me look at that manpussy,” he licked his lips. He said that in a way that sounded so sordid. I spread my legs further apart. Ivan continued to kiss me hard and deep, pulling me forward with the hand behind my neck, gripping me hard, our mouths locked. I moaned as I heard Roberto slip down from the couch. Both men’s fingers left my manhole for the first time in an hour. Ivan now grabbed me with both hands and was kissing me deep and hard. I felt that shocking emptiness in my hole, that longing to be filled immediately. It was almost punishing. But it lasted a mere moment that was alarming after all the pleasure that had preceded it. “Wow,” Roberto exclaimed. I felt his fingers – more this time – spreading my hole, pulling it carefully apart, spreading it, making it bigger. “Holy shit,” he said. “Your hole is so beautiful. The asslips are so soft and look BIGGER than earlier!” Ivan was still kissing me and I could barely hear Roberto but whatever he was saying in that soft accent, and that soft fingering, was only turning me on further. Roberto continue to probe my hole carefully. He was taking his time. He had never experienced this before; it was all new and foreign to him. I could feel him brush against the left side of my asslips, the flat part of his fingers passing through, lightly, teasing my hole. Then he would do the same with his right hand on the right side of my asslips, again, soft, gentle, teasing. Meanwhile Ivan was grabbing my head forcefully, devouring my mouth with his big lips, his fat tongue grinding against mine as I moaned with the contrasting invasions of both holes from both men. My head was spinning. I pushed them both away suddenly. Ivan was taken aback, like in a trance and he suddenly was jolted in reality. Roberto pulled away from between my legs but never lost his attentive gaze to my manpussy. I looked at them hungrily. "Let's move this into the bedroom," I said slowly. Ivan smiled at that as he breathed rapidly, like a hungry animal on the prowl. Roberto grabbed the parTy items. Ivan jumped off the couch then pulled me up, making sure I was balanced and steady. He then led me into the bedroom holding my right hand with his, while his left hand continued to finger my hole as we walked. F U C K. That feels SO FUCKING GOOD when a Top can't stop playing with my hole! My cock was hard despite all the T we had just smoked. I just get so turned on when a Top gives my hole attention. We entered the bedroom. Both men were surprised to see the equipment all spread out. Roberto had a big grin on his face. My bed was covered in a black vinyl playsheet, fisting porn playing on the flat screen, mirrors placed around the room. The sling was ready as was the rimchair. Ivan looked the most stunned as he had only been in the same room several months ago when it was empty, mostly boxes spread around then. Now the room was ready for a parTy. Ivan was staring at the rimchair. Then he looked at me, fingers still playing inside my manhole. “You bad boy.” (To be continued…)

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Here is the 2nd part and conclusion: ----- “Wow.” Ivan pulled away from my mancunt and took a deep breath. He was breathing rapidly, the T and poppers from the last half hour still catching up with him. “Let’s take a break,” I motioned, slowly pulling up from being on all fours. I sat down and also took a deep breath. We looked at each other in the mirror and laughed. We were FLYING but having a fucking amazing time and connection! I slowly stood up, balancing myself, slightly dizzy. “We need to keep ourselves hydrated. Time for another round.” I grabbed our glasses. Minutes later, drinks in hand, I found Ivan sitting on my chair. He was sitting low, almost lazy, his lower half at the edge of the seat cushion. He was slowly jerking off to the FF footage on the screen, his thick, massive dick still hard-as-fuck-!!! - thanks to that pill from earlier. He was biting his lip every now and then and I could see from his eyes he was enjoying the ride. I handed him his drink and squatted on the floor beside him, taking a deep gulp from my glass. Ivan did likewise, looked at me, winked, looked back at the screen. It was pretty hot also: some masculine tattooed guy sitting on a chair, a huge dildo being pushed up his hungry hole. I watched the action on the flatscreen for a bit with Ivan, enjoying our break. I would fondle him occasionally, grabbing that monster cock and tugging on the thick shaft. I grabbed the glass pipe and refilled it with just a little bit more T dust. I don’t overdo it---I still like to be aware and bathe in the sensaTions. Plus it was Ivan’s first time so I was being thoughtful to pace it, size his tolerance and go with the flow. The last thing I wanted from his as a top was to lose his erection! That would be a waste of an evening! I offered him the pipe and lit it. He took a deep, deep breath and held the smoke for as long as he could before exhaling. I did likewise. We repeated this a few times until the T was cooked through. I placed the pipe aside. Ivan was flying now, his dick looking harder and bigger than before. I grabbed the poppers and rag and poured a generous amount of the liquid. I handed it to Ivan who took a few deep breaths. I did the same. I was flying now! I looked at his dick, his ass. I asked him to move forward, a little lower on the seat cushion so that his ass was hanging off the edge. I pulled his legs apart, exposing his hole. Sweet! His ass was thick and round, heavy from all the lifting, firm and solid. His hole looked tight! Small bristles of salt & pepper hair surrounded his hole, flowing into a pattern around his thighs and legs. “Wow,” it was my turn to exclaim. It looked fucking beautiful. I couldn’t help myself and got down between his legs and kissed that hole. Ivan groaned in surprise and pleasure. I leaned in closer, the tip of my nose almost brushing against Ivan's hole. I sniffed his ass. It was musky, the scent of the long, hard workday was there. His balls were also hanging low, framed tight by the straps of his jock. His testicles scent mixed with his ass was wonderful. I took a whiff of the poppers rag and licked his hole, sliding my tongue up the center. Ivan groaned and started jacking his dick furiously. I raised his legs and held up the massive thighs with my hands. I licked some more, flapping my tongue at his hole. And then I placed my entire mouth over his hole and sucked it slowly, pulling on his asslips, sucking it into my mouth while I curled my tongue and fucked his hole with the tip of my tongue. His hole was tight. And although he was clearly a top, the T had also relaxed his hole a bit, opening up just a little as my tongue played with it. He moaned and moaned. I ate his ass more: licking, sucking, kissing that masculine hole. I was giving him a loving rim job. I was really into it, lapping at his hole, making slurping sounds and eating Ivan out. Eventually his legs tired out and he abruptly pushed me away. I leaned back looking at him, seated with his legs spread apart. He was still jerking on that fat cock. Ivan took a big gulp from his drink. "Play another one," he kicked at one of the FF DVDs beside the bed. I found a Dick Wadd title and got the disc in the player and selected the first scene. I love these DVDs : a lot of bareback, piss play and of course FF. The men are always hot. Ivan had settled on the bed beside me and was now fingering my hole. Mmm...that felt good. He inserted a second finger and although I was loose there was a little tightness, even if momentary. I knew where this was going. "Hold on," I pulled away from Ivan, my hole feeling empty. I turned around and leaned over to the party kit. I refilled the glass pipe with just a little bit more Tina. And then I grabbed Ivan's right hand and licked his thick index finger. I carefully pulled that finger to the contact lens case filled with ground Tina dust and lightly coated the tip of his finger. He looked at me curious. I carefully closed the cap on the contact lens case and squatted on my knees facing Ivan, guiding the T-coated finger to my hole. Ivan got the picture and started rubbing my hole inside all around gently, turning it side to side, up and down. It burned it that sensational heat for a few minutes. I bit my lower lip savoring the warmth. I opened a can of grease. I lit the torch and heated the glass pipe waiting for that magical smoke. We shot-gunned deep, long breaths between us, cooking the T until most of it was gone. I placed the glass pipe back inside the party kit. Meanwhile his finger was still finger-fucking my now very hungry hole. Whatever slight initial burn I felt earlier had been replaced by a deep, deep hunger. Ivan pulled out and dipped his hand in the grease and coated himself well. He then placed a lubed second finger into my hole and watched my reaction. I just moaned looking deep back into his glazed eyes. The second finger now felt at home, no resistance at the door. Ivan sensed this also so he continued caressing my hole this way for several minutes. He added more grease to my hole, then inserted a third finger, watching some hot guy get a fist up someone else's hole on the flatscreen. I grabbed the poppers and small towel and soaked it, capped the bottle and placed it aside. Ivan scooted down on the bed now, on his back, his arm pointing straight up, elbow resting on the bed. From his position he could watch the action on the TV and in the mirror. He winked at me. I took a deep breath on the poppers-soaked cloth. That hit mixed with the booty bump and smoked T did the trick: I was now craving more of his invasion. I repositioned myself, ass a little higher, supporting myself by holding on to Ivan's massive upper body. He placed a fourth finger which easily slid into my loose hole. He fucked me like that - these massive, thick fingers just stretching my hole. My asslips were getting pulled out more, clinging to his fingers like a second skin as I looked at the mirror. He fucked me like that for awhile stretching my mancunt. I pulled up a little to allow Ivan to tuck his thumb in. I grabbed the poppers rag and took a deeper, longer breath. HOLY FUCK that felt fucking amazing as the poppers went to my head and then my hole! I squatted down on Ivan's arm and S L O W L Y I felt his entire hand enter me. Mmmmm.....I moaned, deep in pleasure. I watched my reflection in the mirror. I couldn't believe the sight of that thick, wide hand slowing disappearing into my hole! Ivan had his head leaning up a bit and watched in the mirror also. "Wow. Your man-cunt so OPEN NOW!," he exclaimed. He just held his arm steady while I slowly rocked up and down on that massive arm. My hole swallowed his hand past the wrist now. I grabbed the poppers towel and took another big, long breath. Ivan wanted it also so he did the same. BOOM!!!-FUCK!!! It was like my hole just said MORE!!! I instantly relaxed, my hole felt looser, wider and I sank further down his arm. In the mirror I was halfway on his forearm! I stayed still reveling in how much I was taking. I then started to slowly rise, then fall, up and down, up and down. I was fucking myself on his arm taking him deeper inch by inch. Ivan jacked his thick dick with his other hand, "Wow! Wow!" He kept repeating. I lifted my body slightly from the bed, supporting myself on Ivan's torso. This gave his arm a few more inches to piston fuck my now-very-hungry manhole. I steadied myself in that position as Ivan got the hint. He would pull his arm almost out and then plunge it back in! He fucked my hole like that for what seemed like hours but was probably like less than ten eternal, wonderful minutes, changing his pace from slow and gentle, to fast and firm, then random changes in his thrusts. I was in bliss; it was driving me crazy. My hole felt so relaxed and open and Ivan's arm felt like a natural fit. My legs tired so I squatted back to the original position just siting on his arm almost to the elbow, my weight resting on his arm, my hole so fucking content. I reached over and started kissing Ivan, real sloppy kisses, my tongue darting in and around his mouth. Ivan's eyes were rolling as he pulsed his arm inside my hole in miniature movements that felt like gigantic earthquakes inside my tunnel. He was in equal ecstasy, impressed with my mancunt, jacking furiously on his still very hard dick. I saw where this was heading so slowly I lifted myself from his arm. Ivan watched my hole closely as my asslips stretched out as I pulled away from his arm. He was jerking faster and faster so I sat up, Ivan's arm fully exposed, my hole empty and open, then quickly repositioned myself and sat on his dick. My sitting force quickly pushed his hand aside. I had his cock all the way in on that one motion! I took Ivan by surprise, his mouth open, speechless. I squeezed my ass muscles tight and then released and did that a few times. Ivan moaned and grunted. I started to hump his thick tool faster and faster, fucking myself. My hole was still loose and must have felt like a soft, wet tunnel. I kept fucking on his dick and he started shaking his head violently. I grabbed both of his nipples and twisted and squeezed them HARD! That took him over the edge and he plunged his dick deeper into my mancunt and exploded! Ivan yelled, screaming in pure pleasure, his cock pulsing for over a minute, his cum filling my hole. He just kept shoving his fat cock inside my hole, laid still, then pulsed his dick, his heavy, deep breathing filling the room. I could feel his cum inside me. I leaned over and kissed him. It was a sloppy kiss like before yet Ivan looked pleasantly surprised. His cock was still in my hungry hole, still pulsing, spilling whatever seed he had left to give. He sensed my hole's appetite had not been satisfied. "Stand up," he said. I got up slowly and straddled him, both of my legs at his waist. From the bed on the floor Ivan could look up my hole. He raised his right arm and inserted his thick index finger into my hole, feeling how soft and loose my mancunt had turned. Some of his cum started drizzling out of my hole. “Get over here,” he grabbed my legs and pulled me towards the wall suddenly. I was caught off-balance and rested my arms on the wall, supporting myself. I was now positioned over his head. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me down over his head so I was squatting over him. Then he violently pulled me down further so my mancunt was over his face. He greedily started eating my hole. FUCK DID THAT FEEL FUCKING AWESOME!!! My hole was so loose from the fisting and fucking and parTying. It was just an open tunnel. He lapped at my mancunt, sucking his cum that he deposited just earlier, kissing, licking, biting my bloated asslips. “Mmmmm…” he groaned, deep from his gut, enjoying the feast. I writhed and rode his tongue, moving side to side, up and down, letting his tongue tip just slide over my asslips, then dropping my weight, as his tongued furiously fucked my manhole. I grabbed the poppers rag and lifted myself a few inches and placed the towel at Ivan’s nose. He took a deep breath then moved his head and inhaled even more of the poppers fumes from his mouth. And then he pushed my hand abruptly away as the poppers hit him, his mouth enveloping my hole. I sucked on the poppers towel with my mouth, savoring the toxic scent, my hole opening up more for Ivan’s tongue and kisses. He savored my hole. He ate me out for a good half hour, my ass wriggling over his tongue, his mouth - as we took poppers hits. My hole was feeling fucking loved! Eventually my legs tired out so I lifted myself from his magical tongue. I laid beside him. On the flatscreen some guy was getting pissed on, the bottom, his mouth open wide, trying to get every drop; the top aiming his chempiss all over the piggy bottom’s face. Ivan fingered my hole, one finger, two fingers, three, then four. He fed me the poppers rag that we shared as he made love to my hole with his fingers as we watched more nasty piggy scenes on the flatscreen, and then at ourselves in the mirror. "Thank you for your business," I smiled, kissing him deep.