pervypen

Also would love a nice pitch black dark room...

NOTE: Chems don't enter the picture until SUNDAY, so if you only want to read that, just scroll forward to Sunday, you won't need to have read anything else up to there. That said, I like the build up but I'm very biased. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's here, the weekend you've been waiting for. You told yourself it would be a zero holds barred weekend of intense, hedonistic sex. This is what you've saved up for, after all. You arrive with no plans, no tickets purchased, nothing. You tell yourself you'll go with the flow of what excites you in the moment--there are always tickets to be sold last minute anyway. It's Friday night when you first log onto the apps. Grindr, Scruff, BBRT, NKP, Sniffies. You had forgotten, but are quickly reminded, that probably half your weekend will actually be spent in the room, online, looking for men. Because there are people here who have traveled from around the world to engage in the same orgiastic ritual of man sex that you have. It's like the ocean floor suddenly dropped to reveal a gaping maw of the depths, and there are thousands more creatures and denizens of the deep to probe. And they're fucking hot! And so are you. Frankly every time you look at yourself in the mirror you admire how lucky you are to have had your genetics. Earnest eyes framed by thick brows, cheekbones that need nothing to stand out, a jawline that someone could cut themselves on tapering into a perfectly groomed beard framing your chin, and a cute mustache hugging around the corners of your soft lips. Your body is tight, naturally so, without having to go through the burden of hours at the gym each week, and your skin is thin so the muscles ripple out. Your arms are criss-crossed by veins that men love to trace with the tips of their tongues before lapping at your calloused hands sucking on your knuckles bulky from years of working outside. But no one's perfect, and neither are you. Unfortunately, everyone online is always hoping to find Mr. Perfect, and they're always thinking if they plumb just a little deeper, they'll get there. So you mentally prepare to put on a good Netflix series, keep the apps open, and see what you get. Thursday 11pm. Until the parties truly begin and the out-of-towners flood the city, these early nights are a good time to sample the local meat. You're in the neighborhood of Pacific Heights. A lean, white-collar executive wants you to open him up with your fist, and he's already loaded. You love when a man's clean-cut exterior belies the pig inside. You show up, he's on the bed and blindfolded, J-lube and poppers next to him. You tell him to take a hit as you take off your clothes and stick just a single, knobby finger in. You twirl it around getting it nice and wet, before taking it out and sucking on it. Not a big taste of cum, so that load must've gone deep, but that's OK because you know you'll end up fishing it out. You're a slow and gradual fister. You add finger by finger and then switch to the fingers of the other hand. You use a thumb from each to pry open the sphincter and lick around the opening, causing him to moan and push back. You tell him to take two more hits. You love feeling the muscles relax as the poppers set in. There's a small black hole in front you now. You stick the index finger from each hand in, using the four fingers to pry him open further. Then more tongue action. Maybe you even sneak in a popper hit or two. Eventually it's time to introduce the whole of it, all fingers are inside, and you're slowly screwing your hand into him. His moans are soft and shallow now. Once you've turned your wrist as far as it can go clockwise, you move counterclockwise, applying gentle pressure all the while. He suddenly groans much more loudly as the hole abruptly widens and then swallows the whole of your hand. He sighs in relief as he pushes himself back on you. You love fisting because you can feel the entirety of someone's life. When you stop at mid-forearm your fingers are touching an organ pulsing with the beat of his heart. You caress it as he moans and fidgets around you. You tell him to take more hits. This is indeed a very loose hole, and you know exactly what to do with that. You pull out your arm slowly. As your hand reaches the entrance, you turn it palm up in a cupping shape, and press the back of your hand to the bottom of his rectum. That way, as your hand comes out, the cum pools on your palm rather than dripping uselessly to the floor. It was quite a big load, and as you haven't used any lube yet, it's delicious as you slurp it up, making all the noises to let him know you've taken his load. That gets you good and hard so you stand up and slide your dick into him. There's nothing quite like fucking a fisted bottom. You've always preferred looser holes, the folds of the ass caress your entire length like a Swedish massage, which you've always preferred to the other kind that digs in. As you pound into him you tell him to take more poppers hits, and then feed you a few as well. You love being in a synced popper high, and bend down to kiss him, your tongues battling for control up top where your dick clearly has taken over down below. After one last deep grind into him, you pull out with a swift motion while immediately shoving your hand back inside. He gives a sharp gasp but takes it all the same. You stroke and savor the wetness of your dick with one hand while expanding all the fingers of the other inside of him. After the first deep penetration, it's time to explore width. Slowly you slide the fingers of the other hand along the wrist of the hand already inside; then pull out the hand inside and let the fingers meet while applying the same consistent pressure. Your hands are only parallel for a moment before the one that was in slides out and the one that was out slides in. Back-and-forth you go with this sliding motion, gradually shortening the slide so that instead of one full hand coming out as one enters, both start to linger inside. You tell him to do a series of quick hits back-to-back. As the last of the hits settle in you add a twist to both your wrists and once again you screw yourself inside of him, this time with both hands. He groans loudly, his dick has visibly twitched in front of you so you eagerly lean forward and take it in your mouth as you start to twist back and forth inside him. Once he's sufficiently comfortable with both hands you interlace your fingers and start distending your palms outward. His movements are getting more erratic, and his legs start flailing a bit. With the both of your hands unified as a single fist you really start to move quicker, moving in and out with more force. His cries get louder and louder until you feel spurting in your mouth. Immediately you slow the movement of your hands, letting his body quake around them as he empties himself and you swallow eagerly. When he finishes cumming and his legs collapse on either side of you, you keep your fists in for several minutes, slowly suckling on his soften dick and letting him ride those waves of pleasure. By the time you pulled out you almost think he's snoring. Smiling to yourself, you get dressed and head out. Friday 10pm. You're in the neighborhood of Noe Valley. Cute, you suppose, from the row of boutiques that have long since closed. There's not a ton of activity here, a few late night spots open, but you're about to make your own soon enough. You turn off into a side street, walk up the steps to a classic San Francisco Victorian, and ring. In a few moments, the muscle daddy is there. You love a good muscle daddy, the ones that look like they must have taken steroids to look as bulky as they do--as this one does. He's also decently taller and grinning down at you like a lion. You enter his den, fully aware that with a swipe of his paw, he could end you. Yup, that's the turn on. This muscle daddy, however, wants to serve you tonight. His profile on BBRT said vers top, but he responded to your ad mewling to be opened. He gets on all fours and you're surprised momentarily by how smooth his skin is to the touch. As if all the muscles relaxed to grant you dominance. You enter slowly; he's tight! But soon he's opened up, and you're riding on top of him with a size differential that makes you look like small man on minotaur. Friday 3am Muscle daddy came long before you were even close. That's another thing you have going for you, stamina. Maybe it's a good and a bad because sometimes you wish you could be done already. But as they say, don't look a gift horse in the mouth! You had gone back to the room, turned on the apps and browsed some more, but by the time you had returned, a lot of guys were out at the parties, and no one else caught your eye. You sign up for all the cumdump parties on BBRT, because half of them will flake anyway, and rest up for the next day. Saturday 4pm You love this scene. Easy access hotel, door unlocked, ass up. And the cherry on top? There are two beefy cumdumps side-by-side. You come toward the end of the scheduled party because you want more loads inside, obviously, and because you know you have a way of getting people to... extend their end time. When you walk in both bottoms are already getting fucked. You love a good group scene. You undress quickly to not ruin the atmosphere, and crawl up onto the bed. You offer your dick to the bottoms to suck in turn while tweaking the nips of the tops plowing away at them. One of them, a gorilla of a man, moans in appreciation. So you start to tweak both of his nipples while leaning forward to kiss the second top, a younger potbellied pig. The gorilla gets off soon enough and it's your turn. You sink into a really velvety texture. This man is surprisingly loose, the kind of loose that you can't get from cock alone, no matter how big. You mention that and he points to the literal horse dildo he'd been sitting on earlier in the day. You smile big at that and ask him if he wants to take a fist. He says yes and it's on. For several hours, men come and go. You aren't selfish so you offer up his ass as well, but really, it's yours. You're easily punching into guts, and when you rapidly pull out and ask him to push, a beautiful prolapse at least two inches long follows. You quickly use your fingers to pinch his anus and keep the rose bud. It's glorious - each petal with white frosted tips, evidence of cum from the countless other men who have cum inside. You take your time making out with it, using your tongue to probe each wrinkle and fold. Once you've licked up all the cum, you stand up and poke your into the mass of throbbing red flesh, letting your dick curve and bend and be manipulated before finding the hole in the center through which you push. With a gasp from him the whole mass of it shrinks back up and pulls your cock in with it. You tell him to take some popper hits as you relish the warm wet caress on your dick. You pound into him, churning up the loads until you see a frothy mess start to form around the base of your dick. That's what you like the best, knowing that at that point, when the cum is leaking out there's no way it didn't already fully coat every inch of your dick, even sliding into your dickhole. You pull out and start punching again. Full fist, no tapering of the fingers. On the last one he shouts and his entire body shivers as if he's having a seizure. This is the biggest anal-gasm you've ever seen. He whimpers for minutes as it overwhelms all of him. You slap his ass cheeks as the shaking ends and pull out. He pulls you into a sloppy kiss of gratitude before being alarmed at the time. He needs to get ready for a dinner, and you're onto the next one. Saturday 8pm The density of events like this means that the next man is actually a few blocks away. This one just arrived and just finished cleaning out, so is totally fresh, which is nice in its own way. He greets you at the door and pulls you in. He's your height, and similar in build. So far he's the tightest - you can't push your fist further beyond the wrist. Still he's enthusiastic, pulling at your arm to try to bring it further in while making out with you. You alternate fist with fist with dick until he, too, cums, frantically yanking on his cock. You swallow down another load and bid him adieu. Saturday 11pm You're headed out to an orgy. Which sounds fun, but honestly you don't have high expectations. Everyone goes to an orgy with the expectation of porn shoot, but it always ends up with a bunch of standing around. Really, an orgy is often just a bathhouse scene at a smaller scale. It takes a lot of work as a host to cultivate the right type of energy with the right attendees to make it truly a pigsty. And only porn producers have that type of time. Still, the host is super cute, which is always a plus. You're immediately drawn to his supple lips and the way the one on top crinkles a bit at the corner as he smirks. Unable to resist, you start making out in the elevator on the way up to the room. Part of you wishes that elevator ride just didn't end because, predictably so, once you enter you notice that half the people are just standing around and watching, some not even jerking. But that's not you, so you quickly strip and join in on the action. Having topped quite a lot, you focus on sucking. You love sucking especially the dicks from the ass of the cute twink that greeted you at the door. And then you run your hands through his thick curly hair as you push him down on your dick as well. Too soon, however, the orgy is over. The attendees spill out into the night for another party. $100+ tickets are not ones to waste! You head back to the room and browse some more, but ultimately head to sleep, hand on cock. Sunday 11am Overnight an unbelievably young kid messages you - the type of young where you'd almost want to see his ID before hooking up. (Thankfully, he's of age.) He's got a round face, big ears that you love to pull on, and thin lips that part into the most mischievous grin. He's smaller than you, but with a package that, even in underwear, looks like it belongs on a muscle daddy. This was going to be fun. The kid asks if you party, with a twinkle in his eye and that grin on full display. No, actually, you don't. But he's so fucking cute and earnest, and you did tell yourself this weekend would be no holds barred... he offers you a bong and even lights it for you. But of course you have no idea how it works so you suck lamely, and aren't even sure if anything's happening or not. When you pull off of it and no smoke escapes your lips, it's confirmed that nothing happens. He just smiles and takes the bong instead, and you watch as he expertly lights and sucks on it. Once he's got his lungs full he beckons you close and presses his lips to yours and then actually blow the hit into your mouth! So surprised you were that much of the smoke actually escapes before you catch on to the idea and suck in the rest. He asks you how it feels and honestly you don't know what to say. Nothing seems to feel like anything. You're expecting the immediate intensity of poppers, but Tina, as you will soon learn, is nothing like that. You push him back onto the bed and start to finger his hole. This is your routine after all, so maybe once you get familiar, some feeling will kick in. It's early in the morning and the kid is tight. You have to actually work to get a finger in. He simply lies there and sighs as you begin. From the mess on the bed he pulls out some poppers and huffs. Then a can of Max Impact and huffs. Then more of the smoke. The first hit, he blows down toward you and you're surprised at how thick the smoke is. For a second, you can barely even see him! The next hit, he doesn't blow out. Instead he raises and eyebrow and gives you a meaningful look that you understand. So you pull out of him and move up to kiss him, this time taking the full smoke into your lungs. As you exhale and wonder if the smoke is obscuring your face the same way it did his, he motions to get up for a moment. From a drawer he pulls out a plastic bag filled with clear crystals, and drops several into the round bulb that protrudes from his bong. He gestures at it and says let's smoke this shit up. You're nervous, he's probably at least a decade younger than you but has the experience and confidence of a master addict. Strangely, that also turns you on... and a word pops into your head unannounced - trashy. He blows you another hit. Maybe you are feeling something. There's a slight... hum in your mind. You really just want to throw him down and rape his ass. You tell him that and he just smiles, telling you to go for it. So you push him onto the bed, barely giving him time to put away the smoke supplies. You spray a good load of Max Impact onto a towel and cram it in his mouth. You pinch one nostril shut while stuffing the poppers into the other one. You're rock hard and you start pushing into him completely dry. After you make him take several hits from the poppers bottles, you take some as well, then lean down and hold your mouth over his to suck in the Max Impact. You continue pushing into him and peek out the corner of your eye to see that he's just serenely staring at you, with that same twinkle in his eye. That light that suddenly you just want to snuff out. You push into him hard the rest of the way and he moans around the towel. You push off his torso and feed him more poppers hits. You tell him you want to fuck him up. Something in your mind tells you to ruin this kid. His eyebrows slightly wrinkle as his face fully flushes red from the drugs. You don't let up and start to really fuck him, both hands around his slender neck. He's still looking at you with that mirth even though you never took the towel out and he can't actually smile. That enrages you and you fuck harder, even though the abrasiveness even hurts you a bit. You roughly pull the towel out, hands him the bong, and demands he smoke more. He simply utters a fuck yes in the sexiest rasp you've ever heard and complies. Again the first hit he blows toward you so you can't see him at all, and the next he beckons to give to you. This time with an open mouth you hungrily move to accept it into your lungs. When done you blow it back at him and then slap his face, so you can spit into his mouth open from shock. You just smile and punch his chest as well as you begin fucking him in earnest. He tells you how good it feels. How much he wants you to fuck him up. You're starting to drip sweat down. A bead of it catches in your eye and blurs your vision a bit so you can't tell if he's wearing a grimace or a smile. You hope it's the former even though you know it's probably the latter. Sunday 3pm You're back on the apps with intent. Something about that kid brought out an animal inside of you on a murderous rage from years of being caged. And as much fun as you were having and wanted to have ripping him to shreds, he had to catch the fair. Another muscle daddy hits you up. Normally people write Ask me in the question on Drug use, as far as you've casually noticed. This daddy has a clear Yes and you don't even hesitate to get his address. You're on your way before you've realized that you haven't even eaten anything yet. Sunday 4pm You arrive at muscle daddy's place in the Sunset. Too quaint a neighborhood to contain such a pig of a man, you think to yourself, recalling what his profile had implied. He opens the door in a jock and gruffly beckons you in. He has a fully outfitted play space ready to go, backlit with red and purple lights. Music that makes you feel like you're in a bathhouse fills the room and there's porn on two different screens while mirrors allow you to see yourself from every angle. Damn, you think. All that's missing is a sling. Daddy wastes no time in getting on his knees on the bed and showing off his ass, wiggling it at you. He tells you it's full loaded and ready for you. You give it a full lick from his balls all the way to his tailbone. Indeed you smell and taste the cum, just how you like it. The taste brings out that inner beast again, and you start to feel the hum come back. Almost immediately you're back into your route of fisting and fucking soon enough, and this daddy proves to be the most verbal of them all, absolutely loving it and demanding more and more. You pull out and he flips over, before you can get back inside he pulls you for a kiss. He swirls his tongue around in your mouth once and then pulls away. You've been partying? he asks. You nod and he grins. We're gonna have some fun then, boy, he tells you. He hops over to a cabinet on the side of the room, pulling out a pipe, light, another bag of tina, and some other supplies. You tell him, somewhat surreptitiously that it's actually your first time trying the stuff, and you just smoked a little with another kid earlier. He tells you it's not a problem. You wonder if it's an unspoken rule that partiers abide by that blowing hits to newbies is the way to go. But that's what he does anyway. You think he must have a much bigger lungs capacity than the kid because almost immediately after he fills your chest with smoke the hum comes back but it's a bit louder this time. Oof you say as it hits you. For a split second, you feel a similar spiking of intensity like poppers, but it never reaches as high before it mellows out into that hum again. He grins and pushes you onto the bed. You turn around waiting to get at him again but before you know it he's wrapped his arms around you from behind. This is what's great about size differentials; you feel completely enveloped. His large hands run up and down your front, cupping your balls, stroking you dick, tweaking your nipples. His tongue is in your ear and nipping along your neck as his hard cock throbs incessantly against your own entrance. You arch your back to meet it as he thrusts and glides his cock along your ass crack. Next thing you know it's him who has the poppers against a nostril and tells you to inhale. He tells you to inhale big, stroking your stomach and telling you to fill it up, then pushes against you as you exhale, and then switches nostrils. He repeats that four times and the intensity of it - this was a fresh bottle - completely catches you off-guard, as well as the fact that he's halfway in your hole. He pushes you forward and slowly starts to glide in and out. He hands you the bottle and this time tells you to sniff yourself, but on his count. Normally poppers momentarily deflates your dick, but for some reason, this time, pressed against the bed you're hard as a rock. You wonder if this is how your subs feel but you can't think about that too long because he suddenly thrusts all the way in, hits that spot, and you cry out loud. He grinds into you right there and presses his entire body on top of you, once again enveloping you. From that position he thrusts just his pelvis in and out. You hear the sound of the torch and before you know it, he's blowing out the clouds right past your ear so you're completely enveloped in those clouds. You suddenly notice yourself inhaling, trying to bring in the smoke, but he tells you not to worry, the next one will be for you. You strain your neck back, almost giving yourself a cramp to ensure you can adequately reach his lips to take in all that he has to give you. Again a brief momentary flash of intensity and then that hum again, a little louder. You push back against him more, suddenly wishing he were even more hung than he was. He slides his hands under your body to tweak your nips while he continues to thrust his pelvis against and you arch back to meet him. Normally you consider yourself the type to change up positions frequently but suddenly you feel like he could do this to you forever and you wouldn't oppose. When he finally lets up you're almost disappointed. Lucky for you he has to plans to pull out. Instead he expertly maneuvers you while he's still inside so that he's side fucking you, and suddenly hitting new positions inside while you continue to lie there in utter bliss. Again he lights up and blows a first hit at you and the next one pushes into your lungs. You marvel that there's such a quantity of smoke that even when you breath out again he briefly fades from view covered by clouds. Once again that baseline hum that you think is desire comes to life around you. You're moaning as you've never moaned before as he impales you on his cock. When he finally pulls out you almost whine with the desire to have it back inside. He asks you if you've done G before. You tell him you haven't. He nods and tinctures out some liquid and then mixes it with Gatorade. He hands you a glass and without question you chug it down, noticing the bitter taste of it. He tells you it'll take awhile to take effect but there are other fun things to do in the meantime. He lies down on the bed, asking you to get on top and ride him. You love this position as well so you eagerly obey, squirming to get him down all the way to the base of his dick. You feel his sweaty balls pressing against your butt cheeks and that simple touch suddenly makes you profoundly happy. He tosses you the popper bottle and gives you some specific instructions to follow. He asks you to nod to confirm you've understood and you do. You've always loved poppers and you're starting to really dig the smoke so this idea sounds fantastic. He lights up again and nod at you, your sign to take the longest hit you've ever taken on each side of your nose. He'd told you to inhale until literally you can't take in anymore and then hold it. He does the same with the smoke, then nods again. As instructed, you exhale everything in a quick whoosh, and then tightly lock lips with his. He exhales as you inhale, but this time once it's over, rather than part, he instructed you to exhale into his mouth as he inhales. You wonder how this works as there can't be oxygen in that smoke but somehow the meth is powering the two of you. Back and forth you exhale and inhale into the other until actually you're dizzy from lack of oxygen. Finally you pull away and sit up as he starts thrusting upward into you in earnest. Your head is actually dizzy now, the intensity of the poppers somehow dulled and delayed by the smoke comes back in a fever pitch while the hum of the tina somehow becomes more incessant all around you. He tells you to tweak his nipples as he does yours and you look down to grab them. Fuck, you think. You must be really fucked up because your vision is even going weird. In the faint colored lights his face blurs and as he grins it looks like the devil himself is the one fucking you now, goading you to continue. You think how hot it would be for the devil to be the one fucking you and you respond back in earnest, riding and grinding down hard to meet his thrusts. You feel amazing and if you came right now you know it would be the best orgasm of your life but no one is jacking your dick and for whatever reason despite how good you feel you are completely soft. This time, once the popper intensity subsides the pounding in your head continues for even longer, as if your body were struggling to maintain the blood flow up there. Somehow your daddy senses this as you do and tells you to get off and onto your hands and knees. In this position the pounding is dulled and quickly he once again drives into you. He tosses the torch and pipe in front of you. Smoke it you little meth whore, he commands, slapping your ass. Something about that makes your dick momentarily harden and you're eagerly grasping for it. You don't even know what you're doing but you know you want to please him, so you take the torch and heat up the bulb like you saw him doing. As the chamber fills with smoke you suck on it, bringing it into your lungs. When you exhale and see the smoke billowing around you you're actually proud of yourself. Fuck yeah, he says, that'll make you really want it, you want it? Of course you do but you can't somehow articulate the words so instead to show your affirmation you just pick up the pipe and do it again. This is the dirtiest and sluttiest, you've ever felt. Being commanded to do drugs by someone you couldn't see, and filled with an irresistible urge to do so. After you do another hit he takes the pipe for himself. The Pavlovian response built up quick, the sound of the torch makes your dick twitch and soon enough there's another cloud surrounding your head. You shake your head, trying to somehow will it to enter you through sheer contact. He laughs, then blows you another hit and says, fuck yeah we're gonna make a little meth whore out of you. To your surprise you want that, and you tell him fuck yeah, drug me up. You wonder if it's you talking or just you under the influence. You've always been a verbal fucker but you're saying all kinds of things that night you've never said before. He tells you he's going to keep you drugged up all night and invite all the guys to fuck you, and you, you who have never been gangbanged in your life or even really wanted to participate in one as a bottom, eagerly agrees, telling him to tie you up so you can't say no. He tells you he has some really hung as fuck friends who most bottoms have a hard time getting in. You surprise yourself by telling him that he can just feed you more drugs until they get it in. He tells you he has some sexy poz fuckers who would love to dump their HIV+ loads in your hole. You counter and tell him even AIDS is fine. At that, even he laughs and flips you over. He sinks back into you missionary and again presses his entire body languidly against yours, pelvis continuing to gyrate into you, as he tells you what a quick learning son he has. You beam at the praise. He momentarily pauses, and wonders out-loud if you've ever done a slam. You tell him you have no idea what that is. He just grins down at you and says maybe you'll be ready another time. He catches your disappointment and bends over to lick your nips causing you to twitch with pleasure. He tells you he wants you to build up to it, to being a trashy meth whore of your own doing. You tell him to feed you another hit, then, to which he readily complies. He continues fucking you until you tap him and tell him you have to pee. He shrugs and says, just go, with no motion of getting off. You confirm with him, like... here? He tells you the sheets are waterproof. So you let loose a torrent of piss from your soft dick trapped between the two of you. He groans in pleasure as he rubs his chest across yours, getting that piss everywhere, and then sneaks a hand down there to catch some and rub it on your faces and drip it into your mouth whereupon he quickly leans down and scoops it back out with his tongue. Fuck, you think, this is even fucking dirtier and sluttier. Once again you feel like if someone were jacking you off you might have the biggest orgasm of your life, but once again you can't even reach your dick to touch it. The piss tastes funny and he explains its chem piss, it has all those drugs in it and it will only continue to get you more high. You groan at that and try to suck the piss clean from his fingers. He jokingly tells you he doesn't want you to overdose. Again you surprise yourself... the words that come out of you are: keep fucking me even if I do. You fuck like that for hours. You've always had stamina but the drugs make you feel like you can spend an eternity in this state. And it won't even matter if you never come. As the time goes on, you start to get semi hard again and rapidly stroke yourself, trying to cum. But for whatever reason each time you try to stroke yourself to completion it feels empty. Yet whenever you're not touching yourself, it feels like you're having a body-gasm from how he's fucking you, how he's tweaking your nips, how he's kissing you. That doesn't mean the sex isn't good. The next several hours continue to be the best of your weekend. Even his verbal is bringing you to new realms of... mind-gasms? that you never knew were possible. You just want to marry the three: cock-gasm, body-gasm, and mind-gasm, but it seems an impossible task for some reason. You furiously jerk while he's drilling you and telling you how he's used the cum from his ass as lube and is spreading that dirty load deep into your guts while playing with your nipples, but you never get hard and the cock-gasm refuses the join the other two. Then you're in a 69 and as he's pushing your head to choke down on you while sucking furiously, you feel like you're getting close but wishing someone were commanding you to take that poz load. You want to be the center of an orgy where everyone's focused on getting you there. Someone is fucking you. Your dick is in someone else. A third person is feeding you drugs, while a forth is playing with your body. Bringing you to that elusive nirvana until you finally explode. And indeed that's the fantasy that ends four days of edging, while you're frantically jerking your semi soft cock hard enough to get a cramp. It's not like a normal orgasm, where the feeling crescendos and then the cum shoots out. No, this time you first start spraying cum, and since your dick is soft and it's being jerked every which way it shoots out like a sprinkler system gone haywire. You're worried for a second, almost afraid that the orgasm won't happen until it suddenly does, in the middle of the spurts. This orgasm is different, this orgasm you feel traveling the full length of your dick (well, as much length as there is at the moment anyway) until it reaches climax and you shoot out even more cum. He crows at the quantity of cum spattering forth to cover the both of you as you scream into the darkness of the room. Your body buckles and roils literally you think you've lost sight because you swear your eyes are open but you can't see anything but a hazy gray fog. You lay there, stretched in the afterglow as he laps up the cum off your entire body, triggering secondary quakes as his tongue drags across a nip, or wiggles around the crown of your dick. You've never ever had an orgasm like this before in your life. Sunday 11pm It's only 11 when you finally make it back to your room. When you had first gotten up out of his bed, you got such a head rush you crashed down again and he laughed at you, telling you to take it slow. Like a gentleman, he drove you back, though the drive was painfully awkward with small talk. It felt like you were in a lovers' spat: going from consuming each other with your mouths to being stifled sharing the same air. It was like the orgasm took with it all the happiness you had in your soul and now you were in a vacuum where you were just going through the motions. Soon enough you're back home, and even though you only live on the 2nd floor, you can't take the steps with how much of a migraine you have pounding in your skull, and call for the elevator. Everything feels numb, but actually. Your skin is tingling, You think you actually hear a buzz or a ringing, the same kind of effect that happens when you've been exposed to loud sounds for a long time. You collapse into bed, covered in cum and dried piss and hoping to just sleep it off. Except, you're not sure if you actually do sleep. Instead, you're always hovering in that limbo where it seems like you're partially awake and could be fully awake at any moment. You've had insomnia before, but this is different. Normally, your insomnia feels like a hundred racing thoughts, but thoughts that have endings. This feels like your mind is opening a dozen browser tabs by the moment, but none of the pages render more than the title. There's just a mass of empty content filling up your head and preventing the soothing bliss of deep sleep from taking your body. Monday You regret not taking the next day off from work. You're absolutely destroyed. Coworkers think it's a hangover, but this is far worse. Your stomach feels like it's tightened up into a small ball from not having anything to eat in over 24 hours, and you hunch over because that's the only it doesn't hurt. There's a dry lump in your throat that demands you drink water to sooth it, but that retaliates with painful jabs each time you swallow. The buzzing is still all around you. Your hearing has improved but there are still moments when you think the world is being filtered to you through a thick fog. Finally, you go home early. You order some food and barely eat a few bites before nausea sets in. You think you'll just spend the rest of the day in bed watching Netflix, except you can barely understand what they're saying. Frustrated, you just lie supine, the only position where your head doesn't pound as much, and stare up at the ceiling. You feel guilty. That, really is the core of it. Harder than the physical come down is the mental anguish, that you did this to yourself: you traded what will be at least 24 hours of physical pain, for such fleeting pleasure. You don't even know how else the drugs may have fucked up your system. Would you be addicted now? What will people think of you for doing such shit? You're frustrated, drained, and deeply in pain. The worst? You were literally begging for it. You think back about the old man calling you a meth whore, and just how trashy you were as you desperately sucked on that glass pipe. You remember how you did hit after hit to try to chase those first few mind-gasms even though you actually never got them back. Your hand unconsciously palms your crotch. You're not even horny and can't even get hard still, but somehow you want to play with it. You vow to never do drugs again, but before you sleep, you'll log back online and add that muscle daddy as a friend. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ FINAL NOTE: This is the first draft of a commissioned work (I write hardcore erotica for clients), and yes the Monday experience was part of the request! Anyway, client changed direction so I thought I'd just put it here. Since i's a first draft, please forgive any grammatical or writing errors. As Folsom just happened, I did go through quickly and changed some settings to adapt it. Let me know if you got a load out reading this!

By a little after 1am, I was pretty sure I had taken all the loads I was going to get. This is that… big-city-small-town-feel that people remark on about San Francisco. The party really does end quite early. At 11 people start to really show up. There’s a whirlwind of activity for the next hour or so, and then next thing you know, your moans are the only things echoing in the room. There’s no longer a line of random cock looking to push into you. The only guys left are the ones laid back in a seemingly permanent rest break, or the ones determined to sample everything before leaving, like trying to get your money’s worth at a buffet. I was one of the latter. It was a Cumunion night, and on Black Friday, so I was trying to make sure I got all the out-of-towner dick. Catalyst had all but demolished their “dark room” to open up a new play space in the back. And I was on my umpteenth round to check it out. Hoping that somehow in the past 5 minutes, someone had started doing something. To my surprise, that’s exactly what happened. Walking down the hallway I saw a bottom bent over the fuck bench being vigorously fucked by Stranger (you’ll see why he’s called that later). And another pair fucking right next to them. The foursome clearly vibing to each others’ deviousness. Gays… we really do come out of the woodwork don’t we? I approached and walked to one side of Stranger, admiring the view. Not overly built, but definitely not lean, just tight—you know? You could see it in the way his pectorals contracted, seemingly causing his chest to almost concave, with the ardor of his fucking. He looked young, though with the hat and bandana obscuring most of his face, I couldn’t have been sure. Damn COVID. He gave me a nod and ‘hey’. A good sign. I stroked his chest, feeling the taut muscles for myself. Definitely hard all over. He soon pulled out of the moaning bottom and before anyone else could get to it, I bent over and stuck his dick in my mouth. Luckily the bottom in this case was quickly penetrated by the top from the pair next to us, and wouldn’t have minded that I took over the ass-to-mouth. “Yeah, taste it,” Stranger said. Another point. Verbal is always good. Whatever was coating his dick was sweet and making me want it. “Fuck me?” I asked him. He turned me over onto the small remaining part of the fuck bench not occupied by the other bottom, who was now moaning in earnest again. I didn’t think I would need the poppers, but I was quite wrong. His dick was rock hard, completely inflexible, forcing my body to accommodate around it. And he didn’t fuck. He rutted. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, and I felt the entirety of his chest on my back. This was the kind of fuck where the top is literally trying to meld the two of you together. I love this kind of fuck, but combined with the hardness of his dick, doggy wasn’t the best position for me. I’ll never know why I didn’t just motion him over to the empty sling, but I didn’t, and instead, after too short a time I dipped to take another look around the space. Heading back into the main playroom yet again, I bumped into him by the water cooler, bandana and inner mask off, hydrating. I could confirm he was young. And cute. He looked like a Broadway actor, whose name eludes me even now, about to audition for some innocent-student type of role. “Gotta hydrate,” he said, nodding at me again. I concurred and drank a few cups with him. We made some small talk. And look, I get that during COVID times, trying to make a move like this on someone who specifically came into the club with a mask and bandana might have been a little improper. Sorry. I reason to myself that I leaned in relatively slowly, giving him ample time to back away or to cover back up. But he didn’t, and we kissed. I tasted chems. Ah, so not that innocent. Good. Before long we found ourselves back in the play area where we first met. Now, even later in the night (earlier in the morning?), there was just one other man besides the two of us, diligently sucking his cock as he perched on the edge of the sling. “I don’t get why you’re just sucking one cock,” Stranger murmured softly (I don’t think the man blowing him heard). “We need to spread it more,” he said again, in a voice just as demure. My ears perked. “There aren’t that many more people here,” I said sadly. “Won’t there be like a rush of people? When the bars close at 2?” he asked. There usually surprisingly isn’t. But I realized that’s why he was still there. He wasn’t going to be satisfied until he had his dick coated by the juices of every asshole there. And fuck, I’ll tell you. When I put that together, it was like discovering porn online for the first time. You find one website, and it’s good, sure, but more importantly, you realize immediately the potential that is there. That you’re at the tip of the proverbial iceberg and it’s a steep slide down. This guy, who I swear is still in his 20s, was a motherfucking sleazeball. And that’s a ball sport I do know how to play. “You want to fuck me on my back? I’ll be able to take it easier,” I told him earnestly. “Yeah, I’ll probably hit your prostate better, too,” he agreed. Moments later we were upstairs. Again, the space was largely vacant, another couple lounged at a bed across from us, but that was it. I hit the poppers. He slid into me. I was right about the angles working out better, he railed into me but this time it was spot on. “You like that cummy hole?” I grunted to him. “Fuck yeah, how many loads did you get?” “At least 4.” We made out. At this point his mask and bandana were completely tugged down. I was a bad influence, but still just warming up. “Took a lot more dick though, was in the dark area just taking it, trying to get every guy here in my hole,” I told him disjointedly through the pounding. “Hot yeah, how long have you been here?” “Since 10:30, that’s a lot of guys, at least 20,” I said with a devilish grin. “Oh fuck yessss,” he hissed. “Yeah you love that, all those random cocks in those random holes before mine, and now they’re all on your dick,” I told him. He vehemently agreed, “the more stranger danger the better.” There are a few sentences from fuck buds that will forever be recorded in my mind, and that is one of them. What a perfect encapsulation of how innocent he looked and sleazy he was! “Yeah we gotta dip into every hole and take every dick,” I moaned at him. “Fuck!” he hissed, leaning all the way over and making out furiously with me. I pulled his ass cheeks in and whispered in his ear, “just marinade in it. Just keep your cock in those juices.” He groaned and ground into me, trying to heed my words and push whatever was inside of me into his dick hole. By the time we were ready for a break ourselves, a few new guys had filtered in. Perhaps coming from the bars? Hotties all of them. They came as a group and started playing standing at the foot of the bed. “I really want to eat that hole,” Stranger commented, stroking his dick lazily. One of the newcomers was being blown had his ass facing us. “Fuck yeah, do it and then share the juices with me,” I told him. Stranger rimmed him for awhile, he must’ve been pretty good, because the other was soon arching and reaching behind him, trying to pull in Stranger’s face even deeper. The blowjob guy moved on and the guy immediately turned around, now feeding Stranger his dick. Watching was getting me incredibly hot and horny. I sat myself up and moved to the edge of the bed. Stranger was doing a good job deep throating, evidenced by the man’s groans. I waited until he pulled off the dick completely. The entire shaft glistened and at the head there were two solid strands of throat slime. That was my cue. Immediately I leaned forward and wrapped my tongue around the head, then giving it a swift suck and taking it all the way in. Stranger cheered me on and moved around back, preparing to fuck the man that I was now deep throating, eager to get whatever was in Stranger’s throat deeper into mine. The coating he’d left on this dick was positively viscous. I loved that. I wanted to bottle it up and use it as lube. The pounding Stranger was giving the guy started to intensify and I wanted to see how the guy was taking it. I nibbled my way up his front and started making out with him. I wish there were enough people still around so someone could be fucking me as well. That is always a hot scene that I love, as a bottom or a top, having another buddy going through the same thing right in front of you for mutual encouragement. Watching them was so hot, I took out the poppers again, also offering it to the guy in front of me. He eagerly accepted. Fuck yes, love popper pigs! Stranger was kissing his back as he fucked, while I was making out with this man, the two of us on our popper highs, feeling up each others’ bodies. I love how time slows when you’re so high. I don’t know how long we spend in that pattern, but I didn’t forget my Stranger. I took a break from kissing the bottom and reached behind him, pulling Stranger’s face into mine and whispering to him, “fuck yeah give him all that juice from my ass.” Stranger gave me a lopsided smile and pounded even harder as the man’s moans grew in intensity. I alternated between making out with Stranger and whispering filth into his ear. If the bottom heard us, he was equally turned on, or simply ignored it. Give him that dirty dick… Spread it to him and his buddies… Share that DNA… “Now stick it in me!” I said, after a few more moments of watching them, falling back onto the bed. Stranger hurriedly pulled out of the bottom and then moved over, shoving it into me so quick I barely had a chance to take a hit from the little brown bottle! “Fuck yeah you sleazy pig, gimme his ass juices,” I moaned. “Never wipe,” Stranger agreed. “No, never, just go from one ass to another to another to another,” I said, pulling on my dick furiously as my vision began to blur. I love this moment in the high, accentuated as it always is by the dim red lights of the clubs. The moment when you lose perception and detail of the other person’s face, and it’s anyone, it’s everyone who’s fucking you. It’s what you want, after all. The anonymity. The filth. The perversion. Take it, take it, take it, that part of you chants as the black hole in the center of your vision expands. “I want it, man,” I cried out, “give me what you got.” “Yeah,” Stranger huffed, “gonna make sure you get it, gonna fill you up.” “Fuck yes,” I groaned, “add to the mess inside me, the slop that’s covering your dick, all those stranger’s loads and spit and ass slime.” “Fuck!” I saw, or more likely imagined in my popper high, Stranger’s eyes roll up as he furiously gave me those last thrusts. With the whites of his eyes I imagined he looked like a demon, pouring his essence into me, corrupting my soul even more. That sent me over the edge as well and I shot, hitting Stranger in the mouth and then my own, the strength of my orgasm fueled by our depravity. “Stay in me,” I whispered, “just let it marinade…” We both trailed off in our bliss. Stranger dripped sweat on me as I pressed his body to mine. I for sure wanted to get his number. He said he lived in the city, and I knew there was so much I hadn’t explore with him yet. I didn’t even offer him poppers. Our verbal never went into hardcore poz talk, chems, or even an exploration of what was fantasy vs. reality for either of us. Unfortunately, as fast as we gays come, we go. It seemed like I’d only blinked and Stranger was gone. I did a round of the place and couldn’t find him. By then there were literally less than a handful of guys still there, mostly lounging, and staff had already started making the rounds. I headed over to the locker room to get dressed. In the spirit of the holiday I felt grateful. A one-time fuck can be just as beautiful; it’s a snapshot that can’t be marred by miscommunications, inconsistencies, or expectations. Holding his cum in with the rest that night, I drifted to sleep thinking about stranger danger and sleazy sex.

FINAL PART Aman and Rafa grin and head over to him. “So you’ve volunteered to go next?” Rafa says as he sucks on Renan’s earlobe, licking around the outer shell and digging deep as Renan moans. “That’s why he fucked over Jin so fast, just selfish really,” Aman chimes in as he lowers his cummy hole onto Renan’s achingly hard pole. Renan groans louder once Aman is seated to the hilt. The towel is still over his face. I’m mesmerized just watching the three of them. It’s like they’re pulsing rhythmically. Aman’s bounces timed against Rafa’s licks, all driving subconscious thrusts on Renan’s part. They’re one being, beating together. Synchronized with the pounding of my head and heart. From seemingly nowhere Aman and Rafa each pull out a poppers bottle. They open it, take a long, fresh hit, and then just pour it out on the sheets around them. The air fills thick with the scent. I see the three of them reveling in the crazy lust. Their bodies are almost vibrating it. Aman is bouncing in earnest now on Renan’s cock, making the most delicious squelching sounds as a pool of his ass cum has started to form around the sheets under them. Rafa is towering over them, hands furiously rubbing across his chest and fingering into his own hole. Every time he pulls out a glob of cum, he either sucks it down or smears it on his cock for Aman to lick off. I notice myself drooling. A thick white mixture of spit and cum is leaking out of my lips and I hurry to suck it back in. Rafa finally notices me and beckons me over to join them. I do and offer my cock as well to Aman, while standing to make out with Rafa, bumping our sweaty bodies together. To celebrate, he opens another poppers bottle, forces me to take a hit, and then pours the rest around us as well. At this distance the air is toxic with the fumes. I immediately find myself sinking into delirium once again. That place where all I want to do is huff, suck, and fuck forever in a cesspit of disease. I never want to cum but at the same time so desperately want to I would do anything. That’s the sweet spot these men excel at. They’ve held me here for so long. I look down and see 8 sets of heads bobbing around our cocks, that’s how fucked up I am. Our inner hogs are truly coming out. We’re snorting with our noses. Smacking with our lips. And letting us these truly guttural sounds that shake their way into my core. I feel like my bones are hot. And the poppers are the flames melting everything away. Stripping us of anything except for a raging horniness. An unquenchable thirst for manfluids. Of any kind. From any one. The more toxic, the more deadly, the better. That’s the thought that drills into me. I want stranger loads. I want them fucking now. I shove Aman off Renan’s cock, and in one fluid motion, bounce on it myself and take Rafa’s slimy cock deep into my throat. Aman just grins at me as immediately picks himself up and then shoves into Rafa’s ass. I open my mouth to the sky and let the two of them use me as a spittoon, hawking globs of spit and leftover cum from their throats into mine. Aman also pulls out of Rafa and brings his dripping cock to my mouth to clean. I feel one of them reach down to roughly pinch at my raw nipples while I groan and close my eyes. I think I hear more poppers bottles, somehow, being poured out. My hearing fades into the dull thump of my heart. I hear words of encouragement. Mix it up in that nasty fucker. Spread that dirty DNA. I want to be penetrated everywhere, my god! That I must’ve said out loud even though I didn’t hear it. Because next thing you know one of them has lined up behind me and with a gasp I feel myself stretching to accommodate the girth of two cocks. I hold on to Renan’s hot body as the second dick begins drilling into me. My eyes are squeezed closed, trying to prevent the pounding in my head from exploding out of me. The poppers are even more intense now, if that were even possible. I see it, the hole in the center of my vision. A black hole drawing me in, commanding me to breathe in deeper, take every slam to the center of my being. I pray for the cocks pounding into me to rip me open. Split me apart and never let me heal. Let me always be this full, be this fucking destroyed. At some point in time, it feels like hours or days almost. I raise my head up and cry out with the pleasure rolling over me. I open my eyes and see the towel is still on Renan’s head. Or maybe it’s never been removed. Certainly no one would care to. He hasn’t moved at all. Yet his cock is still hard inside of me. I wonder if he’s cum yet. Or if he’s dead. I see 6 Amans looming over me. So it’s Rafa pounding into me. At least now. Or has it always been? The kaleidoscope of Amans grin at me and I drool in response. “Good fucking pig,” their lips say. That silky sexy voice sounds like it’s being spoken from inside of me. It’s surreal. It’s all too much. “There’s over a dozen bottles here, filling our lungs,” he explains, gesturing at himself. His eyes are bloodshot and purple not red. His lips are almost like blue ice. “You feel that?” he says, as he opens another bottle and jams it up his nose, pulls heavily, and then forces it into mine, as well. “You’re about to reach the climax.” I can’t talk coherently and don’t even try. I let my body do the talking. The way I’m arching back to meet the thrust of the two cocks in me. The way my dick is sliding along the mess of sweat and cum on Renan’s chest. He’s right. The black hole in my mind’s eye is threatening to eclipse the many Aman’s that crowd around it in my vision. Aman stands up, read to feed me his cock. I eagerly tilt my mouth at the angle that is perfect for him to slide all the way in. I take him without gagging to the depths of my throat. I try hard to suck in even his balls. He just smiles at me. He takes another bottle of poppers and screws it into his other nostril. Then opens a third and holds it in his mouth. Fuck I don’t know how he’s doing this, but as I watch him I want the same. I want the poppers to consume me. Everything feels like it’s exploding right now. My dick, my nipples, my head, my tongue. Aman maintains eye contact and somehow even with his lips sucked around the poppers bottle I can see him smile. He materializes two more bottles just as I’m starting to seriously gag. I try to inhale through my nose but his dick seems to be blocking the airway. He brings the two bottles to my face. Fuck… at this angle… it’ll be dangerous. But I know he’s going to do it. And I know I won’t stop him. He screws the bottles in my nose in a quick motion and for a second I wonder if I’ve gone too far, but it’s too late. There's another voice inside me that chants to the popper-thump of my heart. Fucking do it. Kill me. The liquid sloshes inside and burns its way down my nose. I move to cough and expel but Aman brutally holds me in place. My eyes bulge as I feel, as I’ve never felt before, all three cocks inside me explode along with my own. I feel like I'm erupting and melting and condensing all at once. White clouds my edges as the poppers and toxic semen swirl into me. Filling up my body, burning through my soul. Right into the black hole until there’s nothing left.

PART 5 “Well, less of a newbie than you,” Rafa laughs while Renan tongues his way down my body to my dick. Obviously, I thought. But then I get distracted because Renan has engulfed me fully again, tongue expertly tickling that sensitive part just below the head that drives me crazy. Jin kisses me, then abruptly perches himself above me. “Come on dude, suck out those pornstar loads!” I happily oblige, immediately gluing my mouth around his ring and sucking as hard as I can. Jin has masterful control of his sphincter, and starts by feeding me a dribble that I eagerly swallow, and then a whole mouthful that he commands me to hold in my mouth. He gets up off me and the guys laugh at my chipmunk cheeks. Aman licks around my lips and my face, teasing the loads inside. “Share some of that cream with me OK?” he whispers before Jin comes back with a bottle of poppers. Aman holds my head up while Jin feeds me the hits. Fuck I really need to stop, I think to myself. If Jin’s crazy eyes and blue lips are any indication, I’m way beyond what I can take. But then the high hits and all I want is more. I open my mouth and forcibly spit some cum at Aman, giving him a cum facial but in a very different way. He looks at me open-mouthed in shock, allowing some of the cum to drip inside. Rafa laughs as he leans forward to lick Aman’s face. “That’s the piggy boy, come out to play,” he says. Aman recovers quickly and begins earnestly rubbing the cum into his face, neck, and chest. “Fuck yeah, wanna be covered in this dirty spunk, wanna be a walking biohazard,” he moans as he works it into lather while Jin feeds him a few hits, too. “That’s it,” Jin coos, as he brings the bottle to his own nose. When he’s done I watch as he leans forward, rubs his face in the creamy mess on Aman’s chest, then starts alternating between licking it up and spitting it back out, sometimes back on Aman’s chest, sometimes into Rafa’s open mouth. He pays particular attention to the nipples, sucking up the cum, letting it dribble out with a good amount of spit, keeping each nipple fully wet as Aman moans. It’s such a turn on that I lean forward and suck on the nipple Jin has just finished with. Tasting the spit and cum all at once. Aman lies fully on his back as Jin and I work on his cum-covered chest. As I turn, Renan stop sucking me and moves to fuck position while Rafa lines up the same behind Jin. The two of them grin at each other, and then in a simultaneous thrust, pump into both of us, causing us to groan and grind against Aman’s chest and sensitive nips. I reach up to make out with Aman—being fucked always makes me want to suck something, so I settle for his tongue—while Jin continues working on his pecs. The room reeks of cum and I taste it all over Aman’s mouth. It’s enough to make someone less piggy retch but for me at my most popper-fogged, it’s heaven. “Yo, let’s trade, I wanna get somewhere more wet,” Renan says to Rafa. Indeed, Jin is still so full that each of Rafa’s pounds draws out the most deliciously wet splat sound. “No problem, I’ll get him wet for you,” Rafa says as he waits for Renan to pull out, pulls our asses close together, then in one fell swoop, pulls out of Jin and right into me, getting all that poz cum and ass juice up my hole. I moan as I feel him sliding about so much easier, with Jordan’s cum inside, and all that lube. “Niiice,” Renan groans as he slides into Jin. “Fuck Jin, how many loads was it?” By this time Aman’s chest is shiny with Jin’s spit, and all the cum is fully lapped up. “You know I wanted it to be like that 1000 Load Fuck, but that’s too much work for them, so just a good ol’ gangbang from the tops. Around 30.” Renan groans hearing that, pulls out, then immediately kneels down to lap at the hole before invading it again with his hard cock. “Such a little slut boy.” “Not really, not tonight, I mean, everyone else here basically had an anon scene and I knew exactly who filled me up.” “Still, I can’t wait to watch the video,” I moan, just thinking about it makes me so hard it’s painful. Aman notices my dick jump, then gets up and moves to get under me. The minute I feel his wet lips around my dick I instinctively open my mouth and take him down too. Not surprisingly, somehow, quick as a flash, Jin has placed a popper bottle at the base of Aman’s cock, so that to throat him, I have to take a hit. He just chuckles, “I’m a pro, remember?” He laps around my lips and Aman’s shaft, cleaning it of my spit, then starts actively fighting me for Aman’s cock. We’re both aggressive cockwhores, and we fight for dominance, using our hands and our mouths to ensure we’re sucking the most. When we’re not sucking, we’re spitting, egging the other on. “Fucking take that cumwhore,” I tell him as this time I unscrew the bottle and force feed him hits. It’s never a single hit anymore. Not this late in the game. I make him do 4 big ones back-to-back, in exchange, I tell him, for allowing him to suck on Aman’s cock without interference. Each hit makes him suck more furiously and when I’m done, he’s like a fucking machine, moving up and down with such speed you’d think he was some kind of jack off machine. Aman is progressively getting louder and louder, his voice vibrating around my dick and giving me the most intense feeling of ecstacy. “Don’t stop,” Rafa says to me. I turn to look at him, he nods to the poppers bottle. “Yeah, Jin, again!” Renan echoes. I unscrew the bottle. Jin isn’t even paying attention as I put it to his nose. I am about to put it away after 2 more hits when Rafa again says, “fuck that, fry him. Time for your revenge right?” Renan just chuckles, “give him 4 more.” I comply with their wishes. I feel it. The dark, demonic part of me that really wants this fucker to fucking fry. I want to wreck him. He might never wake up again and I’d be fine with that. He’d go out in a blaze of glory right? After I feed him the last hit he aggressive spits out Aman’s cock, and I eagerly take it in, tasting his throat juice. “FFFFUCK you fuckers!” he hollers. Rafa laughs as he pulls out of me, pushes Renan off of Jin, then moves over, flips Jin on his back and plows in once more. It gives me even easier access to feed him poppers. But man… I take a good look at his face. Jin is a wreck. His face is very much bluish in hue and he just babbles how much he hates us. Renan looks at me in distaste. “Dude, you don’t stop,” he says, then moves over to Jin’s head and shoves his dick in, forcing him to clean it of my ass juice. Once Jin’s taken his dick all the way, Renan tightly wraps his arm around his head to keep it there, then produces a popper bottle and forces it up his nostril. “Come on fucker,” he says with a sneer, “this will keep you from choking. So really you should be thanking me.” My head is spinning so bad I can’t tell if Jin is actually crying from pain or not. He’s making these retching noises and his face is splotchy purple and red. Renan doesn’t stop and I wonder if anyone’s counting at this point. Clearly not because Rafa just laughs, declaring Jin’s hole to have really opened up. Indeed it has, and the cum stored up there is now a thick frothy ring around Rafa’s cock that Aman has crawled over to dutifully lick. Renan looks at me. “That’s how you fuck him up,” he declares. I nod dumbly. Finally the poppers are put away, Renan releases his hold, allows his cock to slide out of Jin’s mouth. Jin coughs and heaves but doesn’t throw up. I wondered if I would have in that position. There are tears streaming down his face and he’s making moaning, sobbing noises. Aman has now moved on to his cock, smearing the pornstar loads from his ass and everything else that’s been mixed into his cock and teasing it into his urethra. From the poppers intox he’s incredibly soft yet with Aman’s ministrations, that’s not true for very long. “Is he going to OD?” I stammer somewhat laughing somewhat serious. Renan laughs, “who the fuck cares? You? Me? Them?” he says pointing at Aman and Rafa. Aman seems to mumble something but now stretched around Jin’s engorged cock, it doesn’t translate. Rafa meanwhile glares at Jin, who’s still purple and has his eyes squeeze tightly shut. “Don’t be a little bitch you fucking fag, and no,” he says, turning to me and locking eyes, “I told you I want that fucker to fry. To be so fucked up he never thinks straight again.” Renan smiles at his companion, “you think we should muffle him?” Rafa nods, “yeah, Aman, get a new bottle.” Somehow without taking his mouth off of Jin’s cock, Aman blindly reaches around on the ground under the bed and produces a fresh of poppers and a thick cloth. Rafa takes the bottle, opens it, empties the entirety of its contents into the cloth. I’m surprised it doesn’t spill over. “Extra absorbent towels are good for this,” Renan explains, catching my amusement. The smell is so potent, I’m getting another high just being near it. My head is pounding again. “Let’s see if this will kill the fucker,” Rafa says evily as he folds the towel over. Then he tosses it to Renan who slams it over Jin’s face. Whereas the man was previously unresponsive, he’s now flailing. Cries of surprise are effectively muffled by the towel as Renan, Aman, and Rafa all hold him down and prevent him from going anywhere. Aman grunts throatily in a moment and I see fresh white cum pouring out from around his mouth. Jin’s load! Immediately I forget the murder scene I’m otherwise bearing witness to and push at Aman so I can taste for myself as well. It’s bitter and I swear in my hazy mind tastes like poppers. There’s quite a bit of it, we lick and lap at his cock until Rafa pokes me. “He’s so loose now, when I pull out all the cum’s gonna spill, you better get ready for this.” Aman and I immediately hop into position. Rafa pulls out and like a dead man emptying his bowels the remaining river of cum flows out. I push Aman hard to get the first lap, lovingly sealing my lips around the gape of his ass and sucking. But Aman soon forces me off and gets some as well. I actually think he probably got more than me… the fucker! We both dutifully clean Rafa’s cock. The froth is so thick he’s actually whipped up a kind of cream. It’s beyond sweet to me as I kiss and guzzle it. We finally get up and share a three-way kiss with Rafa, very sloppy and full of spit and cum. When we pull away the bottom halves of our faces are glistening. I had forgotten about Jin and now look to see that Renan is grinning at us, but still has the towel over Jin’s face. Jin is completely unmoving, his entire upper body appears to be purple now. “Oh man… Renan, is Jin ok?” I ask. I’m honestly a little terrified of the answer. Rafa slaps me gently, but it’s still a bit of a shock. “Who cares.” “Don’t worry,” Aman says, “we’re not going to fuck you over that hard, but Jin’s a hard ass so it’s easy to do whatever we want with him.” Renan finally lifts the towel to his own face and takes a few deep huffs. In between he mutters, “besides, it’s easy to dump this hoe anywhere.” He tugs at his dick as he huffs and we watch him get progressively harder. To be continued...

PART 4 I laugh weakly, “guys I can still barely stand up by myself.” Jordan kisses the nape of my neck more wetly now. Aman appears on my other side and does the same there, throwing in some gentle bites. “Yeah, which is why we’re here to help you,” he says as he tongues up and down from shoulder to ear. Renan grins as he gets up and faces me. I can see him doing something with his finger. Of course he’s digging in his ass, I realize, when he brings it up in front of me, covered in cum. He offers it to me, and when I lean forward to swallow it, he melds his lips against mine, sharing it with me in a sloppy kiss. I feel another set of lips teasing around my crotch. Here a little lick, there a little nip. I sag a little and true to their word, the guys hold me up. Of course it’s Jin who appears with a little brown bottle. I frown at him but he smiles so winningly, and promises a small hit. It’s hard to resist. He even feeds himself and the other guys before getting to me. The hits we each take drive us a little wild and we collapse on the bed somehow as a writhing mess of bodies. Renan and Jin are lapping at my nips, driving me crazy while Aman has worked his way into my ass, promising to give me whatever he got from Jace’s ruined hole. My dick perks up and hits Rafa in the nose. He just grins and swallows it whole, causing me to arch up my back. Jordan alternates between making out with me, spitting in my face, and feeding me his cock. “Switch!” someone calls out, and I feel my hole gape as Aman abruptly pulls out. Jin eagerly swallows his dick, cleaning it of my ass juice, while Rafa eats around my hole before spitting into it for good measure, then lining up his dick to drive in. “Hold on,” Jin says, as he pushes out some cum from his ass, works it over Rafa’s cock, and then positions it against my hole again. “Now do it, share those poz loads with him man.” Rafa pumps them into me, working it up to a froth that he occasionally lets Jin clean up. “My turn,” Jordan announces, after pushing so deep into my throat I gag and almost puke. When he pulls out, there’s a thick layer of my throat slime over his dick, like cum but just clear. Rafa pulls out, ignores Jin’s attempts to clean his cock, and instead climbs up onto the bed to feed it to me. He and Jordan penetrate me from both ends at the same time. I grunt—Jordan probably has the thickest cock of all the guys—at the abrupt entry, but in a moment any discomfort dissolves into waves of pleasure that rumble back and forth. Renan lines up behind Rafa and drives into him, forcing him further into my mouth. I gag, and heave a little when he pulls out. “This will make it better,” Aman says as he shakes a bottle of poppers in front of me. Before I can protest, he’s pressed the bottle so firmly against each nostril I feel the chemical burn. But it works. By the time he’s removed the bottle, I hungrily tongue up against Rafa’s cock and swallow him to the hilt without complaint. “Fuuuuck yes….” Rafa whispers, “fucking hold it there.” Not that I can do very much with Renan fucking long and deep into Rafa, driving him into my face. Not that I want to do very much in my poppers high. Choke me with that dick, I think. Fucking rape my throat and tear it up. I hear more bottles cracking open, the sound of more huffs, and feel the collective heat wash over all of us. Like we’re melding once again into a single moving, fucking cog. Is Jordan so thick or are there somehow two cocks fucking me now? I don’t really care. The more the merrier. More cock. More cum. More ass. More spit and slop. More disease. Fucking let me wallow in it. I hear a grunt as someone cums into me. My eyes are tightly shut and pressed up against Rafa’s balls but I see it shooting. In that bright black dot in my popper vision I see it. I see his cock pulse. I feel it shoot. I feel his sperm fucking pour into me. Pozzing me, changing me. Painting my insides white. My first load of the night and it’s big. I feel like I can taste it, its going up so deep its coming out the other end. I suck furiously against Rafa’s cock as I imagine the cum passing through me into my mouth, where I try furious to work it into Rafa’s cock so he can pass it through his body to Renan. This is how connected I want us to be. Cum brothers. I whine when Rafa finally pulls out. His cock is so slimy, I almost think he came. Until Jin swallows it and then moans about how sweat my fucking throat slop is. Jordan crashes down onto me, pushing the guys out of the way. He furiously makes out with me and murmurs against my lips. “Fuck man, came so much inside of you, been holding it in all day, wouldn’t give it to any of the guys at CumUnion even though I stuck it up as much butt as I could. Saved it all for you. All their ass juices, inside you with my toxic cum… fuck feel it?” I nodded with equal gusto as I sucked on his tongue. “Fuck yeah, love that you dirty pig whore. Love how much stranger DNA is in me right now, fucking need to taste it man.” Jordan obliges, pulling out and showing me the pearls of white cum at the base of his dick slit. Jin leans down and wipes it off with his tongue. I frown at him, but he just grins back. Without pulling his tongue back in his mouth, his folds it, holding the bit of cum on his tongue, then moves up to dribble it into my mouth. I groan as I taste it, then Jin’s mouth covers mine as he makes out with me. Jordan brushes his hair back as Aman dives in, alternating between cleaning his cock and my hole. “Damn that’s a big load,” he mutters to himself as he takes a hit of poppers, then pops Jordan’s cock all the way down his throat. Jordan yelps, “fuck Aman! So sensitive!” he tries to push Aman off, but like a vacuum, Aman continues to suck and stays right there, moving forward as Jordan backs off. “No, seriously!” Jordan cries again, but Aman doesn’t relent, instead pushing forward as Jordan tries to pull away. In a few steps, Aman has Jordan pushed up against the wall with nowhere else to turn as he continues to suck away at Jordan’s cock. “Aman!” Jordan gasps, tears beginning to well, “please, please!” “Shut up!” Jin says, as he marches over with a bottle of poppers. When Jordan opens his mouth to cry out again, Jin takes the opportunity to shove the poppers in. He pinches Jordan’s nose shut as well, forcing him to inhale through his mouth and take in the vapors. I’m amazed. I’ve never seen a guy cum and then still do so many poppers. Not that the guys were giving him a choice. Jin had his forearm in a bar position against Jordan’s throat, and Aman was holding tightly on Jordan’s arms, preventing them from thrashing about. I watch the assault before suddenly, Jordan lets out a deep, guttural cry, and I see Aman’s head bob even more furiously. Clearly he’s cumming again. When the cries subside, Jin places the cap back on the poppers, and then supports Jordan who almost slumps completely over. Aman saunters over to me with a smile and then pushes the hot load into my mouth. “Wanted to give you a real taste,” he says as he licks his lips. Before I can swallow, two pairs of tongues from Rafa and Renan descend onto my mouth, dipping in and out of the cummy deposit Aman just laid. We share the spooge, let it coat our tongues fully, the insides of our mouths, every bit of us, before we finally swallow. By the time we do, Jin is dragging Jordan over to pass out on the bed. “Fucked this one over good, too,” he comments. “He was actually more of a newbie,” Rafa explains to me as he continues to kiss me. “Fuck, that… was a newbie?” I couldn’t believe it. To be continued...

PART 3 “Fuck!” Jordan exclaims, “I am so close to cumming, but I’m going to hold off.” “Me too,” I hear Aman say. Damn, looks like I was wrong on both counts. They pull out and I feel a bit of a re-shuffle. I feel movement on the bed; all around me, the mattress sinks and floats. I don’t know what’s happening though, my eyes are still pressed against Jin’s taint as his cock is deep in my throat and I’m breathing hard against his ball sack. Jin grinds down on me a few more minutes before letting up, and grinning at me. The guys have definitely changed up their positions. They’re all standing over me and Jin gets up to join them. I see why. Their cocks are all frothy and white, dripping with ass juice and recycled loads. “Fucking feed me that shit, I need everything toxic in me,” I whisper, as they laugh and move to kneel in a circle around my face. Of course, even with someone sitting on my chest not all of them will fit, but I’m so fucking desperately horny I arch my back up to start sucking before their knees even hit the bed. Jace, then Aman, Renan, then Jordan, Rafa, then Jin again. On my second go-round Jace shoves the other guys out of the way and starts to really face fuck me. I can see Renan light up, that’s exactly his thing, and he brings his face down to lick around the base of Jace’s exposed cock whenever he pulls out. He’s cleaning up the slobber and cum froth that my throat is regurgitating. “Fuckin’ pig!” Aman exclaims at the sight of us as he starts sucking on Jace’s neck and tweaking his nips. I can’t really see, but from the grunts, it looks like the others have started their own little threesome. Renan and I are now taking turns throating Jace’s cock. It’s now no longer white with cum but greased as fuck from our throat juices. Such a thick marinade of slobber juice that I know if I weren’t this poppered out of my fucking brain I’d be disgusted. Each time it goes in one of our mouths, Jace holds our heads to keep it there until we start to gag, so that by the time his cock comes out, there’s a fresh layer of spit for the next person to clean right back up. I wonder if I can taste the cum on Renan’s spit. Or if that’s just how all these cocks are permanently going to taste now—like essence of cum. I would love that. Jace pulls out of me and shoves his balls in my face, giving Renan free rein. I dutifully suck the sweat off his balls, caress each one with my tongue, then teabag them more properly. I feel Renan’s slobber dripping onto my forehead. It’s so depraved I’m really getting into it. I spit up against Jace’s balls, resulting in a satisfied moan. I lick my own spit up and then expectorate again. Renan speeds up. I feel Jace’s balls tensing up. Fuck, I’m supposed to get the cum! I needn’t have worried though. Jace laughs as he pushes Renan off. “Not yet, man, I’m not going to be the first here to cum.” Renan sticks his tongue out, which works out because Jace lunges in for a sloppy kiss. “Mmmm,” he says, “damn that worked up a lot of spit. It’s all slimy and sticky… more than cum even!” At that Aman leans over Jace as well and demands a taste. Renan spits straight into his mouth and Aman swishes it around before swallowing. “Fuck yeah, bet it’s all that cum,” he says. Meanwhile there’s movement again. Jin, Jordan, and Rafa come back to join us, poppers bottles in hand. “Haven’t heard anyone huff in awhile,” Jin says with a grin. Fuck it’s always him, the damn bastard. “Fuck yeah,” I hear Jace murmur under his breath as Jin unscrews the popper bottle. “Ok Jordan, Rafa, and I will be the feeders. The rest of you just fucking shut up and take it.” Jin holds the popper bottle up to Jace’s nose, Rafa leans down to get me, while Jordan gets Aman. Aman looks over at Renan, “we can try to shotgun a hit,” he says before Jordan commands him to inhale. The first round of hits are over and Jace is feeling over his body as Jin sucks the still present slime on his dick, Aman is furiously making out with Renan, and Rafa nibbles my ear lobe and swirls his tongue inside my ear. “Second round,” Jordan announces just a few seconds later. “My head is pounding really bad, I don’t know if I can take anymore...” I mumble. “Shut the fuck up!” Jin snarls as he slaps my chest. “No… seriously,” I mutter, a little more insistently this time. “Ok ok,” Rafa coos, “we’ll get the others, and we’ll feed them your hits, how about that?” Jin looks mutinous but Rafa gives him a soft kiss and he lets up a bit. I nod. That would be hot. Turns out it’s very hot. The three of them gang up on Jace, pressing a bottle to each nostril and his mouth and commanding he inhale at once. Five times. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he curses in a garbled string when they’re done. “Someone plow into me now.” Aman hurries to oblige, slamming into Jace. “Oh fuck, you’re so loose from all the poppers, I literally just fucking slipped in,” he breathes. “Get ready for it to really open up,” Jordan promises, as the three amigos press their bottles against Jace’s face again. “Fuck him up, fucking fry him!” Renan crows. They’re not counting hits. They’re just holding the bottles there, ensuring that every intake of oxygen is mostly chemical. When they finally pull away, Jace’s eyes are completely bloodshot, his lips are purple. “Fffuck...fufufffuck…” Jace says through shivers. “Mmmore, mooore, fufffuck more.” He’s a drooling mess. Renan pulls him forward, causing Aman to slip out, then immediately turns him around, and sits him down on his lap and his dick, then lies back and pulls Jace against his chest. “Double fuck!” He says. Aman just growls as he lifts up Jace’s legs and rams back inside, this time with another cock in there with his. Jace continues to moan unintelligibly. Rafa leans down and swallows Jace’s wet cock. Jin turns to me, “see, this is what’s going to happen to you, once that headache clears up a little.” “Or… maybe even before,” Jordan says with an evil look as he feeds himself a long hit. Fuck, I think to myself, they really are going to kill me. At least they’re giving me a break now though. Jordan is making out with Jace, well to be precise, alternating between making out and spitting in his face. While Jin is licking pretty much every body part he can find. Fingers, hands, nips, chest, stomach, legs, feet. He gets the other guys in on the action so Aman starts jamming Jace’s toes down his mouth and Renan starts sucking on the back of his neck. In moments Jace starts really spasming. When Jordan isn’t sucking his face, he cries out, “no… gonna fuck… blow stop, want to last.” Not that that stops any of them. If anything they go faster. Jace whimpers then cries when he finally shoots. His entire body spasms and jerks against Renan’s grip. Rafa also holds his hips down, preventing Aman from slipping out, letting the other man pound against Jace’s prostate through his orgasm. Jace continues to spasm and whimper for many minutes. The guys don’t let up. I can’t tell if he’s hard or not, Rafa is so good about keeping that dick down his throat. Aman continues to pile-drive into him, and Jin continues his tongue massage. When they finally stop, Jace is fully spent and deflates like a balloon as soon as Aman pulls out. Aman gives Jace’s foot one long lick from bottom to top. “Fuck that ass was contracting so much I was almost close to shooting.” “Me too,” Renan murmurs, still inside. Jin nods to me, “go clean them up, man.” I get up but almost fall flat again the poppers are still pounding my brain so hard. Aman chuckles and catches me before I can. There’s a steady river of cum leaking out of Jace’s ruined hole down Renan’s cock. I eagerly clean, savoring those bookstore loads. Aman joins me in a moment. Together, we suck the cum before it can fully dry on the sheets, and pull Renan’s cock out to suck it clean. We’re finished but then Aman shoves my head toward his crotch. “Don’t forget me,” he says. He’s right, his cock is still a bit creamy and frothy. I eagerly lick up and down the shaft before swallowing whole. I’m almost smacking my lips by the time I’m done. Aman grins and kisses me, tasting the leftovers of many guys on my lips. Jace is still breathing heavily when I’m done. Jin and Jordan are taking turns kissing him while Renan has pulled out entirely and is making out with Rafa. The latter two break away and Renan comes over to me, beckoning me to his lips. We kiss and I moan as some of Jace’s fresh load pours into my mouth. Rafa wipes up his lips using a finger then sucks it clean. “Don’t worry I saved some for you,” he says with a wink at me. “There is no load that you will not sample tonight.” I moan at that and lean forward even more until he opens his mouth and I suckle at his tongue, desperate for more. Jin looks up at me, letting Jordan take over making out with Jace, who was so still I wondered if he was even moving or just letting Jordan do whatever. “See how good that felt?” he says with an evil grin. Jace is still impaled on Renan’s cock and just lying there, completely dazed. Jin swipes a finger across Renan’s cock, tasting some of the juices still leaking out. He leans down to kiss Jace’s softening cock, tasting the cum still there, then licks a trail up his stomach, up his chest, circling each nipple once, then continuing up. Jin continues to kiss his throat, then offer a kiss to Jordan as well. Jace’s eyes are still closed as Jin sucks his bottom lip, still purple, then whispers to him, “hey man, that was amazing you did great.” Jace opens his eyes to look at him, I can tell he’s having a hard time focusing. “Still too many of you,” he mumbles. “Take a second for the world to calm down,” Jin says, kissing him gently. With Jordan’s help, he pulls Jace off of Renan and lies him down on the bed. “Woo, we did a number on him,” Renan says observing his handiwork. “He’s a big boy, he knows how poppers intox works,” Jin remarks casually. Jordan walks up behind me and wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck. “So big guy, ready to be even more fucked up than he is.” To be continued...

PART 2 The guys all laugh. In a flash, my lower half feels weightless as Jordan lifts my ass clean into the air. I grunt in surprise, but no one else does so Jordan must’ve coordinated it. I feel him spit into my ass. “What a beautiful neg hole,” he murmurs as he dives in. “Not for much longer,” Renan says as he starts to suck me. Aman, Rafa, and Jin are still in their private threesome, but now, I’m no longer directly under them, so Jace takes my place. Mouth wide open, catching whatever sloshes down. “Fuck!” he exclaims as a particularly juicy wad of cum or spit… something frothy, drips into his mouth. “That’s good stuff.” I’m craning my neck to look at him and whine. He grins, spits whatever he swallowed onto his fingers then sticks them in my mouth. I suck greedily. I want every juice in me. “I’m gonna pull out,” Jin warns. As he does, Jace immediately moves up so that when Jin’s cock slides out, Jace’s tongue plugs up against Rafa’s hole. I can’t really see what Jin is doing from my vantage point, but from Jace’s moans, probably blowing him. A moment late, Rafa whispers that he’s tight again and Jace finally let’s go. “Fuck!” he says again, “that tastes amazing and I forgot how good of a cocksucker you are, Jin!” At least I think that’s what he said. It’s hard to hear though, everything he says has a gurgle to it, I know he’s keeping the cum and ass juice in his mouth still. He’d better be saving it for me. “Guys, I need some lube,” Jordan says, spitting into my ass more profusely, “the cummy kind.” Aman grins down at me and moves over to make out with Jace. I imagine Jace’s throat working furiously to pass the slop through. Indeed Aman makes sure to show me over Jace’s shoulder when the now decidedly foamy mess is in his mouth. From there it gets passed to Rafa, who takes a momentary break from where he had been taking sucking on my nips after being fucked so hard. Rafa passes it to Renan, and Renan shows me the mixture in his mouth before lovingly swallowing Jordan’s cock to the hilt. He bobs his head up and down, and I know he’s coating Jordan’s dick in a mix of all of our juices. He finally pulls free then spits the remainder directly onto my hole. Jordan’s cock is so coated it basically looks white at this point. It’s aimed right at my entrance and he’s grinning down at me. Aman and Rafa are both sucking on my nips now, driving me absolutely crazy with pleasure and desire. “Fuck… yes!” I grunt out. Jordan grins wider and nods to Renan, who’d been unscrewing two bottles of poppers. “Double hit,” Renan commands, bringing a bottle to each nostril. I clumsily inhale, since at this point I can barely move of my own volition, so fucked up and horny I am. “Hold,” he says. While I’m trying not to suffocate Jordan is slowly pumping it in. Just the head first; little by little. “Release”, Renan says. At the same time though, Jordan rams into me. At the peak of my high it feels like I’ve been blown into another dimension. The black spot in my vision from all the poppers nearly explodes. The minute I open my mouth to cry out, Renan clamps down on it, shoving his pulsing tongue down my throat, preventing the sound from escaping. Aman and Rafa increase the pace of their flickering on my nips, sending me into a frenzy, matched only by the pace of Jordan’s fucking and Renan’s violent make out session with me. I distinctly hear a wild crying and grunting sound and it takes me several minutes to realize that’s me. Completely out of control. At the mercy of my sex and the men all around me who have committed themselves to fucking me physically, mentally, and emotionally, into another level of existence. I would never forget this. I would never not want this. I would be ruined after this. Once Jordan really starts to pile drive into me, the added pain is expertly moderated by Jace and Jin, who start started simultaneously sucking and tonguing my cock, building up layers of pleasure. Renan pulls away then as well so I can see the five of them working on me. Aman and Rafa furiously lapping at my over-sensitive nips. Jaece and Jin fighting over my dick. Jordan, his two hands like vices on my thighs, standing and driving his dick downward deeper into the recesses of my body. Renan smiles at the perverseness of it all, “oh man you dirty little slut. You could’ve gotten pozzed up at any bathhouse, with any BBRT hookup, but you had to call us up. We’re the worst.” Fuck yes, that’s what I want. I want to go from 0 to 120. Fuck the in between. Inject that AIDS straight into me. Kill me now. I’m not sure if I said any of these things out loud but certainly I think it. “Just watch,” he says. He takes the two popper bottles I forgot he’d been holding then gets off the bed. In my haze, I barely see him appear behind Jordan. But there he is. He kisses Jordan’s ear, and then brings the poppers to both nostrils. Jordan is able to inhale without slowing down. Unlike with me though, Renan commands him to release immediately. If it’s possible I feel his cock get hotter inside me. Like he’s also trying to burn through to my core. I think he fucks me even faster as the poppers get him going. Renan feeds him another double hit. I feel tears flowing down my face. I’m being torn apart and I can’t even cry out anymore. My voice is gone. I can’t look at them anymore. My eyes roll back into my head. They’re stealing my senses. All of them, until I only pulse & throb, a mass of meat in their grip. Renan is making out with me again, except when my eyes flicker down momentarily I see that it’s Aman. And yet there are still two sets of mouths on my nipples so maybe they switched places? But then my eyes open again and I see that it’s Jace shoving himself into me. Then Jin. Then some dick is being shoved in my mouth. They’ve switched countless times. I’m pretty sure I passed out. An eternity passes. When my head is finally clear a little bit and I open my eyes fully, I see that now Aman is fucking me. Jordan and Rafa are chewing on my tits. Renan is sucking my dick. Jace is fucking Aman, and Jin is standing over me. Casting a shadow that I don’t even register until he clears his throat. “Did you forget about me,” he teases. Jin lowers himself further until his ass is just inches from my mouth. I marvel at how strong his muscles are that he’s holding himself in that position. I don’t think anyone’s had a go at his ass yet. It’s totally fresh! I see a speckle of white on the outside, just a hint at the treasure within. I crane my neck up and am barely able to touch his pucker with the tip of my tongue. The taste is cum, of course. I would know it anywhere. I’m straining to get more but it seems like Jin keeps putting himself just out of reach. “Savor it, babe,” he says softly, “the loads in my ass were not easy to get.” “Oh yeah,” Jace grunts in agreement as he thrusts into Aman, “Jin’s schedule was nearly impossible to coordinate. But I did it, see right before tonight, he was at a Treasure Island Media shoot.” My eyes widen. Jin chuckles and I hear him hitting the poppers. “Yeah I was a cumdump for an upcoming film. 30 dirty loads up there, all for you babe.” I remember that infamous scene. The jar of poz loads up Blue Bailey’s magnificent hole. TIM always a bit borderline with the poz stuff. See, these were dead loads. But if what Jin was saying was true… live loads… Involuntarily I crane even higher. I think I’m going to give myself a neck cramp. My hand aches to stroke my cock but, well, Jordan holds it down, preventing it from moving as he increases the pressure on my nip. Instead, Renan sucks me harder. “Oh my god,” I hear myself whisper as suddenly, Jin sits well and fully down, pressing against my face. I gasp in surprise, my lips mashed awkwardly against his outer ring as it dilates and I feel a torrent of cum flooding my mouth. Somehow instinctively I start to swallow to stop from choking. It’s glorious. I try to gulp a little at a time so I can savor it some. The salty, sweet cream sliding down my throat. “Hey don’t just swallow it!” Aman complains. I can’t stop myself though. It’s too good. This is all I’ve ever wanted. Being flooded with loads. Dirty loads. Toxic loads. Only secondhand. Or thirdhand, whatever, I can only imagine what this porn shoot was like, and it turns me on so much that I will eventually see it. I feel air hit my left nip as Jordan immediately shoves Jin forward so his ass leaves my face. Jordan dives down, covers my mouth with his own, and expertly sucks. I grunt as I feel the cum being diverted to his mouth, and we fight for it with our tongues. Jordan, however, isn’t nearly as fucked up as I am at this point so he wins and with a slurp, pulls away from my mouth. My tongue flicks out in defiance, trying to suck back up the little bit of cum stretched out like a tightrope between our lips. He smiles and then with a whoosh, sucks that up as well. I swallow the last little bit too deep in my throat for him to have reached and then pout at him. “No fair.” “It’ll go to good use,” Jin says, having turned around so he’s facing me again. “Besides I’m pretty sure I have more.” Saying that, Jin sticks a finger in his ass and shows me the cummy result. But rather than feed it to me, he starts swiping across the nipple that Jordan left free. Though it was fresh out of his ass, the cum still feels cool against my hard tit and I groan at the sensation. Jordan kisses Jin thanks for distracting me, feeding him a bit of cum when he thinks I don’t see. He moves behind Jace. I know what’s going to happen and so does Jace, who looks at me gleefully. I know Jordan’s just spit out that wad of pornstar cum and is lubing it up into Jace’s hole. Jace’s eyes close momentarily as Jordan slides into him. “Yeah,” he whispers, nibbling on Aman’s ear. “Fuck that dirty cum into my fucking poz hole.” Renan abruptly gets up and turns around to look at me as he lowers himself onto my dick, “I normally don’t take cock I know is neg, count yourself lucky!” It’s now a proper fuck train. Jordan into Jace. Jace into Aman. Aman into me. Me into Renan. Jin is like our coach. He’s feeding everyone poppers, saving me for last. He makes sure I can see clearly (or as clear as I can anyway) as each of the guys enters their poppers high, and the train speeds up. The noises become more animalistic. He’s feeding each one several hits. I know it’s going to be worse when he get to me. As he feeds Renan five back to back hits, I feel Renan’s ass so loose around me, there’s a puddle of cum starting to collect in my belly button from where it’s leaked out of his ass, dripped down my cock, and slid up my raised torso. Jin slurps it up. “Renan went to a proper vers orgy,” he explains. “The rules were so strict, literally you had to be vers, and you had to try to get every cock and every ass.” He rolls his eyes, “as if anyone counted.” Saying that he brings the poppers to me. His thumb is pressed firm against the entrance but even so I’m imagining the scent. “Ready?” I don’t really think so but don’t really have a choice. He props my head up against his thigh and gives me four hits. On my last exhale I really feel the train is pulling into the station. Someone is cumming. It’s not me, and it’s not Aman, must be Jace or Jordan. I can’t explain how I feel it. But in that moment, I feel like it’s more than just our bodies connected; it’sour souls. I feel the force of Jace pumping into Aman as if he were pumping into me. The wetness of Renan’s ass around me feels like Aman’s, or Jace’s. I’m at once pounding into all of them and them into me. Jin spits on his fingers then makes out with me, threading his digits between our tongues and letting me taste Renan’s sloppy ass juices & cum. Then he spits on his fingers and begin flicking my nipples. I am so far gone, honestly it surprises me I’m still able to feel or do anything. Well, to be fair it’s mostly the others who are doing the work. Renan is expertly milking my cock, and 3 sets of hands from the others guys are pulling on my thighs, legs, and feet. Jin gets up and kneels down to feed me his cock. In my poppers-addled state I take it down easily. I hear him making out with Renan as his fingers continue their expert ministrations on my sensitive nips. Somehow the fuck train continues even though someone shot already. Or did they? Maybe I imagined it. I’m imagining in a lot of things right now. Who were the pornstars whose cum I just drank out of Jin’s ass. Were they all poz detectable? Who went to Cumunion tonight and fed Jordan. Did he get AIDS loads? The guys who left their condoms for Jace to stick up his own ass. Whether or not Renan took every cock and fucked every ass, and if so how many was that. What were the VLs, a few hundred thousand? More? Whether at their party, Aman took more dick or Rafa, blindfolded as he was, so that he couldn’t possibly count. Was anyone so toxic the physicality of the disease became impossible to hide? Did Aman seek him out? Beg for the scythe of death to swing and penetrate deep in his hole? How much more poppers could I possibly do before my head exploded? Someone’s grunting again and I definitely feel like if it wasn’t cum last time this time it was. Again I feel it cumming into me and I feel like I’m cumming into Renan. But maybe that’s just the feeling of all the cum inside his hole migrating its way down my piss slit. Our union is so complete, and I’m so satiated. Maybe it was even me who came. To be continued...

PART 1 I hesitate for a moment. I wish someone would call me but my phone for once stays silent. Here goes. I push the door inward and step inside. Mood lighting is perfect. Three short steps inside the hotel room and I see Jace lounging on the bed. He’s insanely gorgeous. Built, just the right amount of body hair, long legs, big feet. His large hands tug at his hard cock as he smiles at me. “There you are,” he says softly. “Hey,” I stammer, suddenly drained of the confidence that was there earlier. He sits up, “that doesn’t sound like the you on the phone, come here.” “Do you want me to take off my clothes?” Jack smiles and reaches out with his arms, “just come.” I’m pulled to him. Once I’m within reach, he gently takes my hands and draws me in the rest of the way. He kisses me, softly but fully. I moan into it as his tongue swirls around my mouth, painting it with… “is that cum?” I ask. He laughs against my mouth. “Sharp taste buds,” he remarks. He pulls away and smiles at me, his hands rubbing over my body. “Yeah I stopped off at a bookstore. Swallowed some cock, and felched out a few asses.” I groan hearing that, my dick already straining in my pants. He just smiles and pulls me in more. I suck his tongue with more gusto now, trying to get all the flavor. This is my fantasy after all, to be completely covered in cum. Devoured by it. The make-out session is so heady I don’t even fully notice when he’s somehow removed all of my clothes and pulled me into his lap. It feels like he’s entirely surrounding me, melding me into his body. He pushes me slightly off and I whimper. “Hang on now, we have a long night ahead of us,” he says, flashing another mesmerizing smile. He reaches over the nightstand and grabs a little brown bottle. “Just a little hit to get us started,” he says as he breaks the seal and unscrews it. I quiver with anticipation. “You first,” he says, opening the cap and bringing it up to my nose. “I’ll count for you,” he say, “big hit, ok? Counting down from 10, 9, 8…” He finishes the count down and then instructs me to hold it. I can’t release until he’s finished his own hit. Then we’re going to shotgun (well, as much as you can with poppers anyway). He winks at me and takes a 20 second hit. The bastard; my lungs are screaming and just when I think I’m going to burst, he lunges forward, clamps his mouth onto mine and releases the popper fumes into my mouth. I suck hungrily and we make out like that. I’m too light headed to continue so I finally pull away, gasping for air, the room spinning. “Good boy,” he says, “and looks like the others are here!” I turn around and see the other guys have indeed arrived. In my popper haze I can’t focus straight on any of them in particular. They look like a throbbing mass of hot man flesh that I just want to drown in. But in theory I know who they are anyway. “Oh fuck…” are the only words I’m able to get out. The guys laugh. Renan and Aman grab a hold of each leg and pull me off of Jace’s lap, so that I’m lying flat on the bed, belly up. Jace leans over my face and smiles before leaning down and kissing me more. I taste the poppers and cum on his breath and lose myself in the sensation and the hands I feel everywhere on my body all at once. I groan real loud the first time someone brushes my nips. The reaction elicits a laugh from the group and soon I feel a tongue lapping around on the bud. That will just about make me pass out in pleasure. I arch up my back hard. Jace uses his whole mouth to push me down and I feel a pressure on my arms and body as well. I gasp as another mouth closes on the other nipple. Two pairs of tongues are flicking me toward hell and I’m crying from how good it feels. Before long I feel another tongue swiping its way up and down my hard and leaking cock. It flicks particularly hard at that sensitive part just under the slit. I cry out; I need a break. Jace stops kissing and laughs at me, “already? We got a long way to go… but I suppose it’s hot to take a look?” he says as he props my head up on his lap so I can see the action going on. Aman and Jin are the ones flicking at my nips. Noticing that I am watching them, they slow their movements to long lathering strokes of their tongue. Still insanely hot but no longer do I feel like I’m going to pass out from the pleasure. They make sure I see all of it. The sharp, pointedness of their tongues and how they just perfectly brush across the head of my nipples, making them ache as much as my own cock. Speaking of which, Renan is now sucking on my balls as Jordan squats over my cock. I think he’s going to ride me but he grins at me instead. “Not quite yet, just wanna give you a gift,” he says as he pushes. There’s a wet squelching sound as he cums on my dick. Or rather, dripples cum out of his ass onto my dick. The warm liquid lands directly on my piss slit and I groan hard. “Yeah, let that dirty cum drip down your dick hole,” Jordan croons as he stands up over me and shakes his hard dick down at the rest of us. I think I feel some pre-cum hit my face. Or is that Jace’s sweat? Too hard to tell at this point. “I got about 20 loads in me, so that’s just a little bit,” he promises. Renan is now tonguing up and down my shaft. Spreading the cum. He’s careful not to swallow any, rather just lets it mingle with his spit and coat the entirety of my cock so that it’s shining with wetness. “Tastes amazing,” he murmurs. “I want to taste,” Jace commands. Renan moves up to oblige, Jordan takes his place, adding his spit to Renan’s and the cum from his own ass. I love this. Their mouths on me, the liberal amounts of spit coating every part of me. Their tongues pulsating against everything. I feel it like I feel the beat of my heart. Renan and Jace kiss messily directly over my mouth so I open wide. Letting them dribble spit and just a little bit of cum down my throat. “Hmm,” Jace moans. He pulls away and asks Jordan, “where did those loads come from?” Jordan replies, “bathhouse, Cumunion night. Mostly spent it ass up in the dark room. A few guys felt pretty poz. Thin and wasted, big bellies. All that. I hope so anyway.” Jace nods approvingly, “so guys I think it’s time we all took a hit. Anyone want to feed this pig?” Somehow everyone grabs a bottle of poppers from somewhere. I can see they’re basically all new. I’m going to get destroyed tonight. Jin volunteers with an evil grin. Almost simultaneously I hear the sounds of bottles opening. The guys all bring the poppers up to their own noses but he leans in to press the bottle to mine. “A deep hit come on, take it,” he orders. I breathe in until I absolutely can’t hold anything more in my lungs. He nods when it’s OK to exhale and when I do, I hear a bunch of breaths going out around me as well. “Another one,” he commands, taking the cap off again and holding it to the other nostril. What’s left of my vision is partly obscured by his hand but I see the other guys do the same. He feeds me two more hits, and the guys follow suit. By the time of the final exhale I’m seeing triple. I feel like my eyes are permanently crossed. Swimming in the popper high the guys get to work. I feel tongues on me everywhere again. Someone is throating my cock while another guy swirls his tongue across my balls and takes turns sucking them in. Jace has leaned over to suck on my nips letting me get a clear view of his. I instinctively stick out my tongue and flick his nipple. I let my tongue draw me in until my entire mouth is swirling around his hard nips, making him groan. Out the corner of my eye I see Jin nodding encouragingly. “I’ll catch up,” he says, somehow materializing two other popper bottles. He opens one and sticks it in his mouth, then the other two in each nostril and does two big inhales across the board. By the time he’s done and the bottles are capped again I can see he’s wild with horniness. Brushing his hands over his whole body. He leans over me and begins fighting with the guy currently on my dick. One moment they’re pushing each other trying to suck me the next moment they’re both licking up and down either side with the desperation of a child trying to not let a popsicle melt onto the floor. Both my nips are covered again with saliva and I once again am crying with the sheer pleasure of it all. They’re holding me down but I’m bucking up as hard as I can. Jace sinks into me from above, keeping me in place. I can barely breath. My mouth is on his nipple and all I know is to keep sucking as hard as I can while my nose is pressed flat against my face by the weight of his ribs. His sweat is dripping in my mouth and I swear the poppers have me so hot I can feel sweat flowing out from my pores. I don’t know how long we stay in that position but at some point I honestly can’t breathe anymore. I feel like I’m going to pass out from the lack of oxygen when Jace suddenly gets off me. I think he’s going to pull me in for a kiss but instead he moves in the other direction toward my dick. Now he’s completely hovering over me, there are three mouths moving across my cock and one on each nip. It’s pleasure overload so of course I open wide and take Jace’s cock in one gulp to the hilt. I love 69s and this is beyond perfect. The poppers have me so fucked up I honestly think god just let this cock suffocate me now. It could. Jace’s cock is the perfect thickness for my throat, and somehow, we were at the right angle where it just slides right in. My nose is against his balls and I’m breathing fine even though I can feel how extended my throat is. If you could see me I imagine you’d see the outline of his cock under my Adam’s apple. He grinds his pelvis into me, there’s no more to take in but still, head swimming, I’m begging for more. I’m not sure how long that goes on for but in my popper-addled mind it seems like almost forever. At some point Jace finally decides to lift himself off me. “I think you’re ready for a real treat”, he says, standing up full to stretch for a moment after our 69, then bending his knees again and squatting over my face. “Did more than just oral at that bookstore,” he says. As he lowers I can see how wet his hole is, how red, puffy, and swollen. “How many loads?” I hear Aman ask. “8 live ones, found about 4 more condoms that I stuck in there. Also one of the guys I felched wanted to fuck me, so I used cum from his ass as lube on his dick. Who knows how much he had taken. Yeah, there’s a lot of DNA up in there,” Jace responds. “How many confirmed poz?” Jin asks. Jace replies, “who knows but if the guys on Grindr don’t lie, then at least 2, a third guy was being very evasive so I’m guessing that means he was. And if so, he’s recently poz, probably pretty toxic.” My dick bounces suddenly hearing that, thwacking one of the guys lightly in the face. They chuckle. There’s some shifting on the bed and suddenly Rafa’s handsome face appears, taking up the half of my vision that Jace’s ass isn’t filling. “Sharing is caring,” he explains as he suctions his mouth over Jace’s ass. Jace let’s out a moan and there’s a very wet squelching sound. I see Rafa’s throat bobbing and I’m annoyed that he’s swallowed it all for himself, but I needn’t have worried. He pulls away from Jace’s swollen ass lips and instead grins down at me, full cheeks making him suddenly look very cute. I eagerly open my mouth and stick my tongue out as he slowly dribbles the cum into my mouth. It’s bitter, more so than I would usually have liked, but cum is cum. “Don’t swallow,” he warns quickly once he finishes feeding me the last of it. I nod, trying not to, though in my supine position the cum quickly pools at the base of my throat. “Jace, switch with Aman,” he says, gently pushing at Jace’s bubble butt. Jace obliges and Aman ceases his attack on my nipple, but Jace barely gives it a moment before he’s on the sensitive buds again. I groan and inadvertently swallow a bit. Now Aman is hovering over me, looking behind him to see what Rafa wants. “Perfect,” Rafa purrs stroking his hole. I swear I see it wink at me. Rafa gets on his knees, and lowers his cock to my face. “Cover my cock with Jace’s ass cum and your spit. Get it lubed up for me to shove into Aman.” I oblige and eagerly gather up the frothy mess in my mouth. I pucker my lips and push it onto Rafa’s hard cock as he pushes into my throat. A few strokes later and he removes a cock covered in white bubbles. “You don’t need any lube anyway,” Aman says as Rafa shoves up inside. I can see that since Aman’s ass swallows all of Rafa without any moment of hesitation. “Fuck yeah, cumdump,” I hear Rafa snarl. Aman murmurs an affirmative. I definitely can feel it. Aman is so loaded up that every stroke causes cum to leak out. Some drips directly in my mouth and I swallow greedily. More of it though just drips down Rafa’s cock and balls where it pools into small droplets I’m praying to fall so I can catch them on my tongue. Though the two fuckers above me are blocking the light, there’s so much cum I still see it glisten on the underside of Rafa’s cock. In a moment Jin pokes his head through Rafa’s legs, and opens his mouth to catch some of the loads, blocking me from getting any. I huff my frustration and he turns around to laugh at me. Some cum starts to fall from his open mouth and I eagerly open mine to catch but at the last second he slurps it back up and I see him swallow. He grins and I see him start to unscrew a poppers bottle. “Fuck Aman, that’s super sweet,” he says. Rafa is now pounding him so hard he can only groan. Jin gets the poppers bottle open and tilts my head up to feed me another hit. My head starts swimming again and I can’t concentrate enough to catch the cum that continuously rains down on me from Aman’s hole due to Rafa’s jackhammering. Jin takes a few hits himself then, as if understanding my predicament, leans over me, licks up the cum and then feeds it to me off his tongue like I’m a helpless baby bird. Rafa pulls out of Aman completely and Jin immediately grabs his cock and bends it backward toward him so he can suck off the cummy ass juices still there, causing Rafa to yelp, not that it stops Jin in the least. “Fuck…” I say, feeling the sensory overload. The entire time Jace and Renan have been sucking my tits and Jordan has been working my cock. I close my eyes and let the insane levels of horniness wash over me. Jace and Renan rub up and down my body as they continue their tireless exploration of my nipples. I open my eyes to see Rafa and Aman facing each other, feeding each other hits. Jin takes a break from sucking to egg them on. “More, yeah another one, come on make him take it.” I lose count because I can’t focus on anything, but it must’ve been at least 5 hits. Rafa moans when it’s all done and backs up more onto Jin’s mouth. But Jin has other ideas and quickly stands up, shoving up into Rafa’s ass without any warning. Aman holds Rafa down to keep him from moving. He stares Rafa in the eyes and mouths for him to take it. “At least…” Rafa groans as Jin doesn’t waste anytime pounding, “…at least we all came pre-loaded.” Aman chuckles as he stands up and feeds his dick to Rafa so that he gets it from both ends. This is all happening above me and I’m so spent by now my mouth is open and my tongue is just flopped out, catching whatever flies at me, whether it’s sweat or spit or cum. Aman grabs the pack of Rafa’s head and intensifies his pounding to match Jin’s. Somehow in between he still finds the breath to talk. “Rafa and I went to the same party to pre-game,” he says laboriously, “but we lost track of each other in the big house so I don’t know what he’s got up there. It was a hot raw party, and the organizers are the same ones that do those conversion parties, so I bet a lot of the guys were toxic or like Rafa, just don’t know or care about their own status.” He pulls out of Rafa’s mouth, giving him a chance to answer. Rafa takes a few gulps of precious air before looking up at Aman grinning with bloodshot eyes. “Hey! I’m probably toxic, too!” Aman nods, “Yeah, you’re such good friends with the organizers, you’re always at those parties, you probably got AIDS by now.” Rafa moans, “please AIDS, please at least that, fuck yeah… Tonight I just put on a blindfold and had myself locked in the sling, how about you, Aman?” Aman chuckles and shoves his dick into Rafa’s mouth again before answering. “I stayed upstairs in the bedrooms for some sweet tender love-making. Maybe that’s why the cum in my hole is so sweet.” “Nah, that’s because it’s toxic,” Jace chimes in the conversation. “Tender love-making doesn’t get you that many loads,” Jin taunts. “It does when you have a hole no one can resist,” Aman says proudly, “I tried my hardest to get fucked by every guy I saw. I don’t know how many came, but at least 40 dicks or so have been up in there. Hundreds of guys at that party.” I think Rafa tried to say something but so wrapped was his mouth around Aman’s dick that only a grunt came out. “Oh, so that’s why y’all didn’t want to come to CumUnion with me,” Jordan says from near my crotch. Aman just grunts as he continues driving his cock into Rafa’s mouth, “I’m tired of it… too many guys just standing around with their big egos. Not enough guys that are confirmed poz. I like our regular crew.” “Eh, I just like dark rooms too much,” Jordan responds. At this point, Rafa’s mouth is really starting to slime up. The stuff dribbling into my mouth from the action above is now a very thick, ropey consistency. Jace notices and leans forward to feed me a hit. “Will make it easier, just in case,” he explains. Then of course he takes a hit himself and kisses me naughtily. I wonder how he can stand it. My head is starting to pound from all the hits and I really want to be wrecked. Their teasing is driving me insane. “Fuck me already,” I say, “I need something toxic in me.”

yes thanks cagedbboy!

Read it before in Bug Chasing Fiction... awhile back, can't remember enough to find it. It was about this house filled with basically fuck boys or escorts in New York City. They would take anyone's load. The master was good about getting everyone on PREP, but one boy stopped taking it, or filled it with sugar pills or something. He gets pozzed, and then tells the other boys during their STD checkup. They're all really excited about it, and want to use the opportunity to stealth more guys that pass through their house. Leads? Thanks, pigs!

i mean... look at this bbrt party, i feel like i shot just reading it! Feel a cock? Suck on it or stick it in. No lights, no wristbands. Just the wet sounds of no holds barred sex all around you. Getting 2 adjoining rooms at the Travelodge to make this happen. Enter in room 1, have an attendant check your clothes, then enter into room 2 and feel the heat and horniness wash over you as you start fucking your way around. Best experienced if you're vers. To keep the darkroom feel, entry only allowed in the first hour, so please plan to come on time.

nice, off meds and toxic?

for your parties? hmu ... want to beat my record of sucking 18 loads out of a hole. can also be the guy that monitors you when you're whoring yourself out at a motel. watch the doors, stuff, videotape, etc. 30 yr old, lean and pervy pig here