highpointChip

SENTON HOTEL W. 27th Street

Same here. Nothing turned me on more than the secret initiation my neighbor pulled me into. I loved how hard and sweaty i got hearing him identify me as a deviant, faggot.

Do you think it slowly unconsciously might bring them to cock worship?

3 guys. 2 i only found out after we fucked. 1 we planned a meeting in a park.

yes. dirty. sleazy. charge by the hour. full of junkies and used rigs

i want to join you and connect through my bag if rigs

i only want raw twisted chemmed up unsafe breeding.

CHAPTER FIVE I hadn't seen Manny in several years. Since he'd disappeared and left me waiting for him to pick me up at the airport at the start of what was supposed to be one of our weekends together. At first I'd tried for closure, calling and emailing him to find out what was wrong. But after 3 or 4 months of hearing nothing I decided I had to move on. My work sent me to a conference in San Diego and at the end of 5 days of mind-numbingly dull panels and workshops, I was ready to spend the last two days in town fucking my brains out. So I headed over to a bathouse a friend of mine had suggested, splurged for a room with a sling and started my weekend with a long soak in the whirlpool to unwind. I didn't have any drugs with me since I didn't know anyone in S.D. but I figured I could probably just see what I could find in a place where most of the guys were rumored to be tweaked out of their minds. My eyes were closed as i let my body sink down down down into the hot chlorinated bath until my entire head was submerged. I popped up, pushing the water from my eyes and hair and squinting to open them and look around. It was early on Friday evening. And the place was not crowded at all. But as my eyes came into focus, I noticed a beefy muscle daddy showering slowly and methodically directly in my line of vision. Turning around to soap up his crack, his pits, his foreskin, taking care to throughly cleanse and rinse almost every part of his body. After rinsing all the soap from every crack and crevice he turned to face me, a kind of dopey spaced out look on his face. He was almost smiling and he was staring at me and almost smiling. I felt my cock start to swell as I recognized that if he was looking at someone, I was the only person in the general vicinity of his gaze. I scooped some water from the tub and splashed it all over my face and head. It felt good to be so wet. Then I noticed one of his hands reaching behind him. It looked as though he might be fingering his hole or something. But the look on his face turned to one of deep concentration and exertion. What was he doing back there? Then his arm jerked fast out and down a few inches but stopped and I noticed his lips were parted and a long stream of drool was falling out of his mouth and down onto the shower floor. The hand stopped. But then more exertion followed and the arm jerked a few inches further away from his body only to stop dead again. When this happened a third time, I was finally able to make out the outline of a string of ben-wa balls connected with nylon which this daddy was coaxing from deep up inside his guts. Pop. Pop. Pop. And finally he pulled the string and the 5 huge metal balls up in front of his chest to be sure I saw what a good little pig he could be. And then he sniffed and licked and slurped the balls, savoring the flavor of his own pussy. It was clear to me then that this guy was definitely high on something. So I stood up, grabbing my towel and walked in his direction. I went right up to him. He looked like he had maybe forgotten how to walk cause he hadn't moved an inch from his spot. I caressed his cheek, pulled his toy up to my nose for a whiff and whispered "You look like you're in heaven." "Yeah?" "Yeah. I want what he's having," I added. And he kissed me and held his wrist up so I could read his room number. He needed help walking the halls and finding his way back to where he had come from. And I was more than happy to oblige. When we keyed into his room, I think he was not expecting what we found inside. A huge black football player lying on his back with a hot Latino pig bottom sliding up and down his raw greasy 13" fuck meat. It was a beautiful cock and a beautiful ass and not until I heard him moan did I recognize the bottom. "Manny?"

i'm in nyc. dart pig. cum over and slam with me.

are you kidding. thank you for fucking triggering me beyond belief.

would luv to meet to push limits

CHAPTER FOUR "Promise me you'll never party without me." "Promise me you'll introduce me to anyone else you fuck." "Promise me you'll never slam." These were just a few of the limits Manny tried to impose on our partying. And I would only find out years later that I was the only one trying to follow his rules and feeling like a failure every time I strayed. Finally, we broke up under the weight of too little honest communication and two many miles between us. Still, we both wanted to maintain a friendship as much as possible and so every now and then we'd end up camming and smoking or just texting while high, feeling driven to share whatever hot sleazy scene we'd recently stumbled into. When I started fucking a Brazilian nurse who convinced me to try slamming, I was so turned on by the rush that I shared that with Manny. "This body builder is on his way over and he wants to introduce me to my first slam" I texted him at 2AM one Saturday in June. Usually when I sent him a PnP-related text he'd reply with "Fuckkn hot, bud. Send me video" or some variation. In fact, there were many times when I'd be coming home from work on the subway, a text from him would fly in telling me who or what tweaker is breeding his hole this very moment and I'd find myself impulsively texting one of my dealers to score so I could race home, fire up the pipe and cam with him and sometimes watch him get gang banged. So when I wanted to share the excitement over the line I was about to cross into new terrirory, yielding to a slampig to become one myself, I wasn't prepared for his reply. "Do not ever slam. That's a step too far. Slamming is too dangerous." Paolo arrived at my apartment smelling like sweat. As soon as he walked in, he made a b-line for the sofa, where he emptied his knapsack, revealing a pencil case full of 6 pre-loaded syringes. "Take off your shirt," he commanded as he found a tourniquet, alcohol swab and needle for my first flight. My cell phone was buzzing incessently. "Fuckbuddy trying to reach you," he asked I glanced down. "No. Just Worried ex-boyfriend." I texted Manny. "OK. I won't. Don't worry." as I extended my arm toward Paolo, letting him tie the band around my bicep. I looked away cause needles made me nervous but I felt him swab the area, prick the needle in. Next thing I heard the snap of the rubber being removed from my arm and him guiding my arm up overhead as a wave of intense heat and a cough overtok me. I started writhing and struggling to catch my breath as I saw Paolo hitting his own arm and then sitting his jock ass right on my fevered face. He had told me not to shower when he was on his way and his hole tasted so ripe and musky. I loved it. He then came up to face me and kiss me so he could taste his own hole on my mouth and he confessed how badly he needed to breed me and how hot it was giving me my very first slam. "You love it?" "I fuckin love this. Oh my god give me your uncut raw dick" "I really need to cum inside you" he said "I need that too" And we flip fucked for a couple hours. My phone started ringing. "Who's calling?" "The ex from LA" I said. "Answer and talk to him." "Hello," I answered the phone barely able to catch my breath. Paolo's cock was getting my hole so wet. "Are you okay?" I heard Manny sounding concerned. "Yeah. I'm really really good," I said. "Did you slam?" "No. No. I'm high. But just from smoking. Are you high?" I heard Manny getting fucked. "I was thinking about it," he lied. "Hot" I said as I watched Paolo reach into his bag for another syringe for us both. He looked at me with an evil grin asking if I want another one with his eyes. I nodded. Still on the phone with Manny I watched thi s time as the needle found a big vein in my arm, registered and slowly pushed the drug into my bloodstream. I let my breathing get more labored until I coughed. "Did you slam" he asked and Paolo grabbed my phone hung up for me and then slammed himself into the stratosphere. I took a pic of Paolo's muscular arm with a tourniquet wrapped around his bicep and texted it to Manny before turning off my phone and turning onto the intense heat of the rush of meth pumping directly in our veins.

fuck yeah more pleaze

so fucking hoT