Glasgow Tales

[streetmonkey]

Hehe bring it on!

[rough-one]

Previously…

Andrew pulled out a small diary and said to Harry “Which of the following days are you free next week?” Myself and JP giggled as Harry looked over the diary, and said, pencil me in for “Thursday afternoon”. Andrew looked over at us too – “boys, you’re welcome to join in if you’re free?” “maybe-e-e-e” I managed to giggle out as JP started nibbling my earlobe. Harry grabbed Andrew by his shirt collar and kissed him full on the mouth and then said, “alrighty boys, have fun, Stuart I’ll call you tomorrow” and with that left. After he left, my body quickly let me know I couldn’t hold in JP’s pee any more, Andrew and I swapped seats. I hadn’t been expecting to douche twice in one night, but fuck it. As we all showered and dried off, Andrew said to me, “I didn’t expect you to get that into roleplaying with JP Stuart? You seemed to just go for it!” I just turned to them and said “and what’s it matter to you, ya wee Taig cunt?” and left the bathroom.

 

 

Right so…

Andrew caught up with me in the hallway with JP. The two of them looked a bit shocked.

 

“How’d you know we called each-other that?

“Well lads, it was hardly rocket science. Andrew- you’ve been asking me to do your Northern Irish police-IRA fantasy with you for ages, and now you’ve got someone else from the North…

 

Andrew and JP seemed to relax with that answer. JP turned to Andrew and whispered “you’ll always be my Fenian terrorist bastard!” Andrew laughed and replied “and you’ll always be my proddy Queen-loving scum”, and leaned in to passionately kiss JP there in the hall, so I went in for the kill…

 

“…also the fact that I saw it all recorded on Pedro’s phone a few hours ago, helps too”

 

Andrew and JP jolted apart with that bit of info.

 

“Jesus H Christ”, JP blurted out, “I knew he didn’t fuckin delete it!”

“What do you mean lads? You didn’t know you were being recorded?”

“No Stuart, we knew that, but Pedro promised us he’d delete it.”

“Well if it’s any consolation I wasn’t meant to see it. He’d just taken a recording of him fucking me and wanted to show it to me, and my fingers slipped while he was pounding me. I ended up opening this whole library of homemade porn on his phone”

 

Andrew turned back to JP. “JP, we’re gonna have to get that phone, if anyone sees that back home, I’m royally fucked”. I turned back to them, “Lads, I think I have a plan.”

 

Back in the kitchen Pedro, Finn and Mac were tag-teaming Richard against the counter. On the other counter was the drugs tray and Pedro’s phone by the sink. A pumping bassline could be heard from the living-room – someone finally sorted the music out – it sounded like a club-remix but was still fairly pop-adjacent – there was Robyn’s None of Dem, a remix of Britney’s Gimme More – stuff like that. At least Harry wasn’t around to complain. To be honest, as I tapped Pedro on the back and he stepped aside to give me a whack at Richard’s very lubey ass, I had kinda gotten into the music. It was lyrics-lite but at the same time had a decent bass and rhythm for fucking. Richard’s ass felt like warm butter, there was a lot of lube (and was that cum?) already dripping onto my cock and pubes. He noticed the change of partner and turned back to pull me into him. As we made eye contact, he smiled and grabbed my hips with his hands and pulled me fully into him. “Get in there!” he uttered and his over-the-shoulder dilated-drunk gaze said it all, he needed me to fuck him till he was raw. Refreshed from JP’s MDMA piss, I pulled out to tip, slapped his ass with a cupped hand (I’ve done African drumming in the past, so I know how to really fucking slap an ass – get a drummer friend to slap you like a Djembe and you’ll know what I’m on about) and slammed my cock back into him. Richard’s eyes rolled. “Fucking nice!” he said. I laughed and continued to pull almost out, and slam back in.

 

While this was going on I saw Pedro preparing up some lines and chopping straws for JP and Andrew. The boys were on their knees and had to take a break from sucking Finn and Mac’s cocks to snort some of the coke or MDMA – it looked the same to me.  Pedro confirmed it was the last of the MDMA I’d paid for (with fuckin’ bruises on my arse – thank you Don!) and that they’d been waiting for us to come back to use it. As he handed me the tray and the straw, he asked me if I wanted another couple of my pills – ah I still had about a days’ supply of pills – life was fuckin good! I said I’d wait a little and snorted two lines of MDMA off the tray I’d balanced on Richard’s back (who was kind enough to stay still). Pedro showed me where he’d put my pills in the kitchen, and said he’d brought all the stuff from the living room cause he’d got a bit paranoid about glass shards in the living room. As he handed the tray to Richard, he asked me if I could feel the MDMA kicking in yet? As if on cue, Robyn’s lyrics cut in from the living room singing “none of these drugs get me high”. In complete opposite, I started to feel the MDMA activate in my bloodstream, I could hear my heartbeat increase and closed my eyes as they began to throb to the rhythm of my heart. Pedro’s voice faded to the background as the MDMA high rushed through my system. It’s always been a mixed bag with me and MDMA – either it comes on strong as fuck or barely anything happens – and it’s not because of a bad cut – I’ve had friends get fucked up on it while I’m sitting there twiddling my thumbs. However this stuff was electric, and I could feel it spreading through every capillary of my body, strengthening with every lub and dub of my hearbeat. Quickly that’s what I was all about – rhythm. I fell in against Richard’s sweat-covered back (luckily he’d just done his lines and passed the tray back to Pedro), and pushing down on his shoulders, the MDMA high made me focussed so all my thoughts were about the best position and I had the energy to sustain a high-powered fuck.  Reaching my right hand to Richard’s hips I pushed his hips down as we both pushed our feet out to the side. Satisfied with the level he was at, it might have been a bit awkward for him to hold, but Richard was a trooper, I pulled my hands back to his hips and started to rabbit-fuck that poor hole.  

 

Pedro looked on, eyes black and sneering lips, as he gurned and jacked himself looking at me take Richard’s ass for a proper spin. Getting down on his back, he slid himself under our pounding slapping smacking bodies and slid under us, opening his mouth for all the cum and lube and sweat that was dripping from our fucking. I was fucking Richard like I wanted to push my pelvis through to occupy the same point in space and time as his. Laws of Relativity be damned, I wanted to break physics for this fuck. I tightened my grip on his sweat-drenched hips and sped up. I twisted and flowed with the rhythm as I visualised my fuck as an x-ray. Those blue angels must have been laced with LSD, with the shite I was seeing. I kept seeing these blue-white images of two x-rayed pelvises clashing together in different conformations, as the tempo steadily increased. I pounded Richard ferociously. I could hear him at a distance repetitively going “Ah ah ah ah…” His grunts came in rapid succession as I slam-fucked his ass. I cupped my hand and slapped his cheeks too for extra accompaniment. Our pelvises met like clapping hands. I was making a thumping fuck-music, with my drummer’s slaps, Pedro’s cries egging me on, and Richard’s ragged gasps all serving as a counterpoint. The rest of the world around me went quiet – all there was, was this beat. I was a perfectly oiled fucking machine pushing in and out of this beautiful fuck-hole. My vision was blinkered so that I was in a perfect night-black sea of fucking, the only bright image being Richard’s slapped-raw-red ass.

 

I don’t know how long this went on, but eventually I felt a hand at my crotch slowing me down, and two hands hooked around my waist pulling me off of him. I had to blink a few times to take in the painful lights and the terrible feeling of there not being a piece of ass on my still thrusting cock.

 

“Stuart” I heard someone distant say. “Chico!” That was Pedro.

 

Mac and Pedro had pulled me off Richard after Richard had begged me for the third time to stop pounding him. He was wobbly in getting to his feet across from me. He looked over at me with a mix of hurt and gratitude. I saw cum still dripping from his cock. After they propped me up against the kitchen counter, Pedro waved Mac back to the bedroom where the others had gone to fuck. Pedro looked at Richard and then at me.

 

“You guys ok?”

“Yeah”, Richard croaked, “you go on”.

“Yeah” I mumbled, still a bit disconnected.

 

Pedro got up and left us in the kitchen. I looked at Richard and started to apologise, but he cut me off.

 

“Stuart, say nothing” he interrupted me. “That was some fuck! I can count on my hand the amount of times I’ve come while on E. So, no fucking apologies. The guys were able to make sure you didn’t get too out of hand.”

 

He grimaced as he rubbed his glowing-red ass.  I could see distinct handprints at the edges of the redness – which I guess meant all the rest of the red was overlaid slap-marks – fuck – I slapped the shit out of him! He saw me staring and getting a bit pale with my realisation of how brutal I’d been.

 

“Stuart, I’m fine. Honestly. I’m actually a bit chuffed. I haven’t had a fuck like that in years. I must have cum buckets into Pedro’s mouth.

 

Richard poured me a glass of water from the tap.

 

“Here”, he indicated. I took the glass from him and sipped. My mind was still starting to unwind from the fast paced fucking-mode I’d been in. All my senses, all those that were unnecessary to fucking, were waking up again and confusing me. Richard sat beside me for a while and after a little while he was successful in talking me out of my twitchy-paranoid high state to a more relaxed one. When he was sure I was calming down a little, he kissed me on the forehead and said he was off to check out the computer and would be in the guest bedroom shortly. Richard left the door ajar and then I was alone in the kitchen.

 

After a while of staring at the opposite counter (it could have been ten minutes or an hour – time is a bit loose on E) I remembered there was something I was meant to do. I didn’t know what but I knew it was on the opposite counter by the sink. I got up, kinda shakily, and made my way to the area by the sink. I saw Pedro’s phone and pressed the menu button. It lit up. It wasn’t locked. Suddenly I remembered what I had planned with JP and Andrew – it all came tumbling back. I looked over at the living room door and fully closed it. Turning my attention back to the phone, I started going through the gallery. Then opening the video files I looked for mine and saw there was a more recent one. It was of me and Richard. Pedro had taken a video of us a little while after I started. I saw how high I looked as I started to drag Richard into a good fuck position and then start pounding him mechanically. Thank fuck Richard was high too, cause I think if he hadn’t he would have run for the hills – I was insatiable! I was punishing his poor hole with my pace and power. I was thinking, “how did I not notice Pedro having a phone the whole time?” and that’s when I noticed Pedro in the shot, sliding in under the two of us, which meant someone else was shooting – probably Mac, I thought.

 

As I clicked through the video, I then saw the option to send them via email and thought first of Pedro’s phonebill, but then thought “fuck it, he wasn’t thinking of my privacy” and sent the ones containing me and Andrew and JP to my email before deleting them. As I went back through the other files I saw one titled titled “Don/Joao/Emmett” – and my thinking at the time was that maybe I could use this to curry favour with Don if Pedro got pissed off that I deleted his porn stash. I’m still not sure exactly what motivated me to send it, but it went with the others to my email account and was deleted. Then I deleted the sent emails and set the phone back on the counter. Seeing Finn’s tracksuit pants piled in the corner of the counter I picked them up and put the phone under them. I hoped Pedro would be too high to remember his phone for the next while and by the time he did, we’d all be finished.

 

I heard the hall door open and looked over to see Finn and Mac come in. Finn laughed when he saw me and clapped his hands, saying “well done Stuart, you sure fucked the hell out of Richard!” Mac reached over to sink and picked up the drugs tray. They turned to go back to the bedroom. Mac turned his head back to me, “you coming?” I started to reply when I heard the doorbell. I replied, “I’ll be in just after I  get that” and grabbed a towel from the floor.

[rough-one]

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

Cheers

Edited September 9, 2015 by drscorpio
Removed the Bold for you.

[rough-one]

Previously…

I heard the hall door open and looked over to see Finn and Mac come in. Finn laughed when he saw me and clapped his hands, saying “well done Stuart, you sure fucked the hell out of Richard!” Mac reached over to sink and picked up the drugs tray. They turned to go back to the bedroom. Mac turned his head back to me, “you coming?” I started to reply when I heard the doorbell. I replied, “I’ll be in just after I get that” and grabbed a towel from the floor.

 

Right so…

Wrapping one of Pedro’s towels around me, I looked at the clock in the hall. It was 7am. Who on earth would be coming over at this time? Richard came out of the living room as I made my way down, and seeing that I at least had a towel on, ushered me past him to open the door. Opening it just a crack at first, I looked up to see pure sex leaning against the wall. Standing at 5’8 and perfectly proportioned, was a lad wearing an open grey and black-patterned woollen cardigan that framed his muscular chest. His pecs were barely contained in a tight white t-shirt. He looked up through a floppy fringe of dark hair. He had short back and sides like Harry, but not as curly up top. He was one of those guys who always looks like they’re wearing a bit of eyeliner cause of their thick long dark eyelashes.  He flashed a killer smile at me (someone had paid good money for that smile – dead straight teeth – lucky bastard!) and asked “Is this Pedro’s?” I raised an eyebrow and said “sorry lad you got the wrong apartment” and closed the door…

 

…

 

Seconds later I opened it again to see the guy looking very fucking puzzled. I laughed, “I’m just fuckin with ya, you’re in the right place” I quipped, and opened the door to him.

 

“The name’s Stuart and this here…”, pointing at the naked bear beside me, “…is Richard”

“Kieran”, the studmuffin said in a Cumbrian accent, reaching out to play with the hair on Richard’s chest.

I apologised, “sorry for fuckin you around, but I couldn’t help myself”, and held out my hand to shake.

“S’alright,” Kieran replied, and he then took my hand and yanked me toward him in a very fluid motion, and proceeded to put his other arm around me. He then leaned in to kiss me briefly on the lips before continuing, “I’d like to fuck around with you too boyo, so, where are the rest of the lads?” His breath reeked of cigarettes, bad breath and cider – I’d have to diplomatically put him in the direction of the bathroom. I started running my hand down his t-shirted chest – all fuckin muscle, not an ounce of flab. Fuckin nice! “Down in the guest bedroom, but you might want to clean up first, the bathroom’s third door on the left”

 

Kieran smiled and stumbled/leaned against the wall. Now that I could get a good look at him, it was obvious he was pretty trashed. “Rightio”, he asked, a bit sozzledly as he absent-mindedly mussed his floppy hair, “have you been out partying all night then?”

“A bit alright, though it looks like you have too”

“Aye, I have and I’m hoping to keep going for a while yet” and he pulled out a bag of Es.

“These here are Ghosties, you ever had any?”

“No, but I’ll trade you a Blue Angel to try one?”

“Aw nice one, I love Blueys”, he said just before hiccupping, “did I tell ya, that I won a contest?”

 

We went up the hall and I got him a Blue Angel and a glass of Irn Bru. Finn was in the kitchen prepping shots of G. I introduced him to Kieran. They took each-other’s measure.

 

Kieran asked, “what ya making there Finn?”

“I’m just doin up shots of G for the lads.”

“Oh I heard about that stuff. Any good?”

Finn smiled as he copped how wasted Kieran was, “aye it’s great for making sober guys feel drunk and horny superfast, but eh, if you’re, ahem, already pretty drunk, it’ll just knock you out”

 

Kieran smiled and loudly whispered to me “I guess I can’t have any o’ yer special pop then, cuz I’m”, he hiccupped, “waaaaankered!” He then turned to Finn, “did I tell ya Finn that I won a contest?” I automatically shifted into host-mode, “it’s alright Kieran, we’ll catch you up to speed”, and I turned to him raising my shot glass of Irn-Bru/G,  “Sláinte!”

 

We knocked back our drugs and I brought Kieran out to the hall to go to the bathroom. We paused by the open guest bedroom door “fer a wee gander” (Kieran’s words not mine). Inside Pedro was being blown by JP, who was lying down on the bed (which was stripped of everything but a sheet). JP was a bit distracted, cause at that moment Andrew was bouncing up and down on his cock, having been revved up by a line of coke. Mac was moving about bringing the drugs tray to everyone and came over to us with the two fresh cut straws. “Don’t mind if I do” Kieran chimed as he took a straw in one hand and “shook hands” with Mac’s massive bobbing cock – that Caverject was doing the trick. After I did a line, Mac put the tray down and went back to the lads to see if he could DP Andrew. Pedro turned to us while gagging JP on his cock.

 

“Hey studs, no clothes allowed in here. Stuart!”

Kieran gave Pedro an affirmative salute and turned to me, “Bathroom, now!”

 

I laughed and quickly brought him through, got him a towel and showed him a good spot to stash his clothes. After a little bit of searching I gave him a fisherman’s friend from JP’s stash and then showed him the douche function on the shower head. He grinned and it was obvious the coke had sobered him up a bit as he started to rattle off his sexual likes and dislikes. “…Oh fuck yeah, I love it up the bum mate, but me lass is rubbish at using the dildo I got her…” Or something like that. I remember something about him being bisexual. Truth is, I zoned out as this perfect fuckin specimen, stripped in front of me – the lad was fuckin unbelievable –I felt my cock respond watching his two meaty pecs reveal themselves after he peeled his sweaty t-shirt off. Below them was a fuckin washboard stomach that effortlessly flexed like an accordion as he bent down to pull his socks off. His whole body was an anatomy lesson –biceps and triceps and then – oh fuck – his beautiful legs. I’ve a thing for legs – I love fuckin me a rugby player cause of their meaty thighs, but this fella, fuck! They were proper sculpted looking – all defined hamstrings and quads and all those ligaments around the knee standing out like a football player’s. He caught me staring – not that I was hiding – and he stretched his muscular legs and went on the tips of his toes. Then bending at the knee he did some sort of fancy dance move, that while you’d think would look a bit feminine, actually looked pretty fucking cool. Some sort of pivot or – oh I dunno – dancing’s always been a world apart for me – it looked cool though. I’ll give it that.

 

“That there’s part of the sword dance I won the contest with”, Kieran mentioned, “I’m now up for the finals in the Highland Games.”

“Well I guess that means you’ll be passing through Glasgow again, on your way up north”. I reached out and rubbed his meaty pec, pausing at the nipple.

“Oh yeah definitely!” he smiled and bit his lower lip as I continued to work a circular motion.

“What’s your number so?”

 

Our banter continued on as I pushed him to the toilet to douche and prepare himself. As he was sitting there we had a back and forth about our lives growing up in Cumberland and Skye. He turned out to be a lovely chap, did Kieran, though I never pushed him about his obvious cheating on his girlfriend – not my battle, not any shit I wanted to get involved with, though I did promise to never directly text him about sex, but always mention meeting up for a coffee (yeah – that ole’ chestnut). I was running my hands up and down his muscular legs, kneading the defined calves and rubbing his powerful thighs as he sat there grinning from ear to ear, almost fuckin purring. After a while, I told him I should probably check to see if his ass was fully clean after douching – that line never gets old, and soon enough I had a high-as-a-kite naked muscle hunk bent over the bath spreading his cheeks for me. His missus obviously didn’t care about him shaving his hole, cause he was completely bald around there. I ran my wet thumb up and down the side of his pucker, spreading out his muscular glutes. It was pure pleasure licking my thumbs and watching his impressive back muscles flex, as I inched ever nearer his highly sensitive pucker, which was quivering in anticipation.

 

I licked my index finger and made the reverse come-over-here motion, a move I first came across reading it in a gay mag. Basically if you make the “come-over-here” motion, you’ve your hand upturned and you’re pulling your index finger to you. The reverse of this is to have your hand upturned still, but to reverse the index finger motion against the asshole, it’s the easiest motion to get your finger in without hurting the other lad. As I started to pry his tight hole open, working the finger in as gently as I could, I heard him groan his approval. I long ago learned to keep my nails short and filed for this kinda activity. As I continued to run my other hand stroking from his meaty thighs to his rippling back, I started to feel that “bell-drop” in the back of my brain. We were both coming up on our pills now. I started to push a second finger in. Yeah, as I closed my eyes, that beautiful familiar feeling started surging through me. I shuddered right down to my disappearing fingers – I hazily tried a third one. I could hear Kieran in the distance rumbling/purring. I mumbled “er oo coming up yeh Kieran?” as I leaned my mouth against his ass-cheek and started lapping at the white smooth globes. Kieran said something incomprehensible and moved his arm underneath him to push back his cock. Taking the hint, I licked a trail down his taint to his loose big balls and swelling cock. Gently nibbling on his balls I watched as Kieran’s veiny cock grew and thickened. I played with the soft foreskin as it pulled back and revealed the pinkish head. Then I took the head in my mouth while I still could – soon it wouldn’t be able to be pushed back so far. He tasted of sweat and something strange. I pulled back a bit, what the fuck was that taste – like a sharp metallic blood and bad breath together at once….

 

Oh fuck!

 

Oh shit, that’s nasty!

 

I stood up. Kieran looked back at me imploringly. “Hey lad, why’d you stop?”

 

I gagged and pointed to the shower and said, “go wash your girlfriend off of ya first lad!” and looked around for mouthwash. Finding some and rinsing and spitting into the sink, I heard Kieran chuckle and mumble some sort of apology behind me. The shower was turned on, and second later I heard him say “oh fuck now it’s hitting me…” I couldn’t stay pissed at him, even for making me perform second-hand cunnilingus. Coming up in the shower is a beautiful thing. You can almost feel every droplet of water hitting you, and time slows down and you’re absorbed in the rhythm of the pouring water/rain/life. It can get kinda spiritual. I jumped in with him and let the water engulf me. The wave of E-pleasure washed down over me as I sought out Kieran’s face under the spray. Wiping back his hair I said “Don’t worry about your cock and welcome to Pedro’s Kieran. We’re all delighted you came.” He leant in and kissed me there and pushed me against the wall to kiss me deeper and more passionately. Man – there is something about the right guy kissing you – it can feel better than an orgasm – it probably helped that we were both high as kites, but fuck was he a good kisser – really powerful and commanding – pushing me back against the bathroom’s tiled wall, cupping my chin and darting in and out for my tongue. Our mouths were the sole focus of my attention – like those body parts had become disembodied from the rest. It was a wonderful incredibly “present” moment (yeah I know that sounds fucking cheesy as fuck) and man, what I would give for more fucking moments like that in my life, but you can’t force these things. We let our E-high rush over us as we snogged the face off of each-other, and eventually finished up our shower and towelled off.

 

When I lead the high dancer back into the bedroom wearing only a towel, I was sure I’d make the others take a second to catch their breaths, looking at his muscles and just his physical perfection – the lad was stacked like a Greek sculpture– but no – when we entered the room it was the sight (and sounds) of what the lads were doing that made us miss a breath…

 

We walked over to where Pedro was sitting on a chair at the window side of the bed. The curtains were closed against the morning light, but some of it was creeping in to glint off of his golden skin and his tattooed arms. He was letting Finn work on his deepthroat. Finn was lying on his back on the bed and leaning his head back to see how little gag reflex he had left for Pedro – very little was the answer – it was crazy to see that much cock go down his throat. Andrew was “reverse cowboy-ing” up and down on Finn’s cock, head back and quite a fast rhythm going, his bouncing body making shadowplay back and forth over JP and Mac who were lying to the back of the bed 69ing eachother. It was a pleasure watching Finn’s cock disappear into Andrew’s pale smooth arse with a smack. Finn definitely knew how to fuck and Andrew – high on MDMA and whatever else he’d done in the meantime, was a slave to Finn’s dick. The noises that were coming out of him! These were only matched by the noises from JP who was doing his best to swallow Mac’s monster cock. There’s that classic comedy quote that a good blowjob should sound like a mix of retarded and choking. Well JP was like a deaf-person showing someone how to gargle. (Sorry –  I know that’s pretty insensitive and I apologise to all people who are offended by that, but jeezus, you’re reading about my memory of a drug-fuelled gay orgy, I mean, c’mon?). We were taking in the scene in the bedroom like a porn shoot. I was giving Kieran everybody’s names again – “The lad with the massive cock in the 69 in Mac… the swordswallower there is Finn…” I was guessing Richard was keeping the other bathroom occupied when I felt two hands on my arse-cheeks. I staggered as Richard set himself up behind me to start rimming me again. Kieran quickly grabbed me by the arm and looked behind me with a smile.

 

“Looks like someone’s set their sights on yer arse Stu”

I wavered a bit in my response and then grabbed Kieran’s other shoulder to steady myself, “ Aw fuck… Kieran, before you leave, promise me…. Oh fuck… Promise me you’ll let …Ah Jaysis… I mean… let Richard rim you….”

Kieran smiled and leant in close to me. With a cheeky smile he started kissing my right arm from my elbow to my shoulder and ran on this line of kisses to the nape of my neck. (On a side note - Has anyone else ever noticed how some bisexual guys tend to be more romantic when they start at ya? Jeez – sometimes I wanna say – look lad, I’m not a girl – ya don’t have to whisper sweet nothings into my ear to get me ready to go. Though sometimes I’ll have to admit, it is kinda nice – anyways sorry – I digress).  I turned my head down to touch foreheads with him. A bead of sweat was trickling down his nose and as I turned my face it brushed off of my upper lip, I heard Kieran take a sudden sharp breath. His face was a mix of anticipation and delight and it was then I realised, I wasn’t the only one now being rimmed. Pedro had turned in his chair to pull apart Kieran’s cheeks and was doing very good work to judge by Kieran’s expressions. I leant in to kiss him. Only his face was in my vision and yet wonderful fucking things were being done to my ass. Oh man – those fucking electric moments in a good drugged up orgy.

 

As I was passionately kissing Kieran I felt a shock of cold air. Richard had taken his mouth away. What the fuck? A few seconds later I felt a cool slick feeling as someone squeezed some lube on my crack. I smiled into my kiss with Kieran – fuck – Ok so – here we go again! I decided I wouldn’t turn around to see who it was but try to guess by the cock and the fucking. It definitely wasn’t Pedro, as he also stood up and started to line his cock up with Kieran’s muscle-butt hole. I felt a tip being lined up against my hole too and I realised it couldn’t be Finn either cause the cock head felt too big and he was somewhere fucking Andrew who was a total bottom. Kieran and I naturally slowed down our licking and kissing eachother so we could concentrate more on allowing the cocks in. I raised my eyebrow at him as he gave me that cross-eyed reaction – My expression meaning “yeah I remember Pedro’s cock too!” The head passed the sphincter and paused for a second as more lube was applied. I felt a thumb rub some lube on the shaft that was just at the entry point of my sphincter – the delicate tissue registered a well trimmed nail, which ruled out JP and Mac whose fingers were a bit rougher, although I’d already ruled out Mac cause of the size. “Right so”, I thought, as the shaft started to work on stretching my hole, and the head started to prod my prostate gingerly, “it must have been Richard all along”. Although I had to admit, it was a fun way to process the fuck. I reached back to run my fingers through Richard’s chest only to encounter smooth taut skin. The cock pulled back and slammed into me. “How’d you like that ya Proddy bastard?”

 

Fuckin Andrew!

 

I laughed into my kiss with Kieran and broke off to turn back to my “top”, Andrew. 

“Well, I’m seeing a new side of you lad!”

“It must be all that coke, but I think I can fuck you Stuart”

(Andrew’s reason for being a total bottom was that he didn’t feel anything much from topping and would lose his hard-on pretty quick once inside a guy)

I grunted as I adapted to Andrew’s slightly off rhythm.

“Mmmfh! Just try to get a decent rhythm going lad”, I replied as I avoided almost splitting Kieran’s lip after an unexpected thrust from behind smacked me into him.

He took my advice and grabbed my hips, closing his eyes to try and just feel every sensation around his cock. He began to thrust again, this time more confidently.

“Aw Stu, I think I know why guys top now. It’s like all my cock senses are heightened and I can feel the warm juicy pressure. Mmm – Aw I wanna split your ass like a plum. I just wanna pound you till you take my load.”

Andrew was being unusually verbal, but I didn’t mind. His fucking skills weren’t too bad, all things considered. I was on alert for any other dodgy thrusts, but he seemed to have cooled down a bit into a working rhythm.

 

Kieran had wisely moved his head to the side and was kissing the nape of my neck again. Pedro was a pro and giving the lad a gentle first (gay) fuck of the night. I mentally added “fucking Kieran” to my to-do list – the view I had of Pedro slowly shoving his cock in, was sweet! He looked down at me and passed me down a bottle of poppers surreptitiously. I immediately understood his meaning. I looked back to see Andrew leaning back and snogging Richard. Perfect. What Pedro had basically intimated to me, was that I should take my poppers while Andrew was distracted, cause getting Andrew high on poppers right now would just make the lad fall straight back into jerky uncomfortable sex, and also it could make a natural bottom like him lose his hard-on. I held it in place for Kieran to take a sniff from each nostril and then did the same before barely managing to put the bottle down as the rush came on. Soon afterwards we were snogging each-other and high as kites, and goddamn if those cocks slipping in and out of our asses weren’t like beams of pure fucking pleasure shooting straight to our brain. Poppers and ecstasy man. Pure fuckin perfection. Kieran was panting into my face as Pedro increased his rhythm. I slobbered a kiss to him, as he held my arms to steady himself from a Pedro’s increased pace. Andrew had stopped kissing Richard and was being told how to fuck me from Pedro from what seemed like miles above our heads. He quickened up to match Pedro’s pace. It was then I realised we were in classic “building a bridge” at the end of the bed. “Building a bridge” is a sex move where two people facing each-other are being fucked doggy style, while holding onto each-other for support/kissing. It’s a classic orgy move, and I love it cause you can almost feel what it’s like to be fucked by two different guys at the same time, cause (especially when you’re high) you can read the other bottom’s reactions as if they’re your own.

 

As the poppers rush subsided, Pedro slowed down a little and Andrew followed suit. The bed was bouncing on my right and I looked over to see Finn with his back on the bed and legs up on Richard’s shoulders getting fucked. Mac was jacking himself once more on his own. It’s a sad fact that guys with monster cocks can sound extremely popular but generally have to wait for a while in a house party before they can get their fucking in – in my experience anyways, it usually takes guys a while to be high or loose enough to take guys like Mac. I beckoned him over and he sat on the edge of the bed, massive cock sticking between Kieran and me. We both went for it – Mac loved his cock getting “worshipped” by two guys and let out some sounds of appreciation as Kieran took the head and I tongued the shaft. I was thinking that it didn’t feel like too long since myself and Richard had been doing the same thing but cause of the drugs that was over 9 or 10 hours ago. I tasted some ass juice on Mac’s cock and after a particularly pleasurable rush of ecstasy coursed through the back of my brain, I asked, “who’ve you been fucking Mac?”

 

“Richard, Finn and Andrew so far, lad” (well, that put me in my place – I obviously hadn’t a clue what had been going on)

“Oh right! And I was thinking you were only getting blown mostly, cause of the fucking size of ya”

Mac chuckled, Kieran chuckled too, though it was a bit muffled on Mac’s cock.

“Nah lad, everyone’s been having a go, you’ve just spent too long in the bathroom as the party greeter to notice!”

A party greeter? I suppose it was a good term. I love novelty, and I always took it upon myself to make sure new guys are made comfortable. Also cause I’m not into scat I guess it’s a good way of making sure a guy is clean.

I must have been contemplating this a bit too long, cause Mac looked down at me and said “Aw Stuart I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It’s great that someone helps new people get in the mood. I know I don’t have it in me”

Pedro had just taken a toke of a joint he’d lit up, and while maintaining a steady fucking rhythm on Kieran, added, “yeah chico, most guys in a sex party don’t like to meet the guy at the door who looks like he could go out and buy a paper. It can kill the buzz”. I beamed at this. Little known to me, I’d been doing the “bedroom lads” a favour by prepping the new lads as they came in.

Pedro took a second toke and passed the joint down to Kieran. He took a drag and shotgunned it to me. Pedro looked over at Mac and continued “…but now that the party’s complete, maybe it’s time to break out the K?”

[r1ver]

Fuck these instalments are almost as satisfying as another line at a sex party! Good work lad!

[rawbearfun]

You are fucking brilliant mate!

Irn Bru Greggs and Horny glaswegians... Fuck! I miss Scotland so fucking much. Cheers for such a raunchy SCORCHING hot bunch of instalments - this is how we all desire our chem sessions to be in the flesh isn't it.

[rough-one]

Previously…

Pedro had just taken a toke of a joint he’d lit up, and while maintaining a steady fucking rhythm on Kieran, added, “yeah chico, most guys in a sex party don’t like to meet the guy at the door who looks like he could go out and buy a paper. It can kill the buzz”. I beamed at this. Little known to me, I’d been doing the “bedroom lads” a favour by prepping the new lads as they came in.

Pedro took a second toke and passed the joint down to Kieran. He took a drag and shotgunned it to me. Pedro looked over at Mac and continued “…but now that the party’s complete, maybe it’s time to break out the K?”

 

Right so…

Mac nodded at Pedro and started looking around for the drugs tray. Finn and Pedro were the ones who’d been shown how to divvy up the lines, so we all took a bit of a break while the lads sorted out the tray. Andrew and Kieran went to cleanse again – the others had literally fucked the shit out of them. I was pretty impressed with Andrew’s first time fucking skills. I must get him coked up more often.

 

JP and I had just finished changing the bed sheets (the old ones were almost hard as a rock by now with all the dried lube and sweat) when we saw Richard come in with two shot-glasses with half an eye-dropper of  G in each of them and a half-full tetra-pak of orange juice. I knew what that meant. We were out of Irn Bru and all other sweet fizzy drinks. Fuck!

 

In sex parties you can run out of lube, as I mentioned before, and things can grind (or chafe!) to a halt. However in drug fuelled parties, if you run out of sugary drinks it can also put a huge dampener on things. With ecstasy - you need to keep your electrolytes up cause you sweat so much, and with G you need to have something sweet to mask the brutal taste of it. I was hoping Richard wouldn’t mention a shop-run. Some shops would be open on a Sunday morning but I didn’t want to go through the “horrors” of a shop-run. I’d be super paranoid that everyone could tell that I’m high, ugh, no fuckin way.  I could imagine it now. The check-out girl in the Tesco giving you serious side-eye as you stock up on lube and fizzy drinks. Some old dear behind you in the queue burning her disapproving glare into your back! Some breeder’s kid pointing at the bottles of lube and saying “what’s that daddy?”. Nah – fuck that. Done enough of them in my time. Richard laughed at me when he saw the dawning look of horror on my face.

 

“Don’t worry Stuart, we’ve got it covered. Don will be heading back this way before we need to top up again and he says he’ll bring supplies. He may have a couple who’ll want to play with us too.”

 

This was mixed news to me. While I loved novelty, and a new couple meant two new asses to fuck and/or dicks to be fucked by, I was also wary of Don, cause he fucked me so roughly last time. As I was thinking about this and knocking back my G and orange juice, the other lads filed back in. Kieran and Andrew were still a bit damp from the shower and were messing about with each-other. Finn, Pedro and Mac came in with the drugs tray and Pedro got everyone’s attention.

 

“Right lads, so what we have here is enough K for everyone – roughly two lines of the stuff which should give you a solid trip in about 5 to 10 minutes. Now remember it’s gonna make you feel very trippy so if you’re not up for it, feel free to give it a miss – more for us then”

 

He looked around at each of us. I knew by looking at them that JP, Andrew and Kieran were all a little wary, but noone spoke up. Pedro handed around the tray with newly chopped straws. I was curious about the straws – why we always needed new ones, but Richard told me later that seemingly there is a small risk of blood transmission if everyone snorts using the same tube – news to me! Looking back I never copped at the time how bizarre it was that Pedro would be so careful about drug tubes, and still only want to fuck bareback. Anyways, by the time the tray was passed to me there were only two lines left. I snorted up mine – got a little bit of a strange numb metallic taste off of it.

 

After snorting the K, I surveyed the scene. JP and Mac were at the back of the bed again, this time sitting up against the wall and jacking eachother. Kieran and Andrew were bent over the right side of the bed away from the window – they’d asked Finn and Richard to check their arses to make sure they were clean. Kieran had obviously liked my chat-up line from earlier. I couldn’t see the lads (Richard and Finn) from this angle, but looking at the faces of the two of them, I presumed Richard was behind Andrew from his facial expressions of shock and bliss. He was nearer to me and easier to check behind him… I leaned over. Yep, there was Richard doing his Mr Miyagi thing.

 

I turned around to Pedro who was also in survey mode, figuring out who he’d join. When I’m high on E in a sex party I tend to want to try everyone at least once. I’ve other friends who just want to be with one guy, and secrete themselves somewhere off in a distant bedroom. I never really got that type – why would they bother going to a sex party in the first place and not simply go for a website hook-up then? Friends tell me it’s about finding a guy with the right chemistry, but for me, when I’m high on E – I just want a whole mess of guys – the more the better. Get that dick in me! And that one! And that one there! And where d’you think you’re going? – Join the queue!

 

I looked over at Pedro.

“C’mere papi” I said, grinning like a twat.

I sat on the bed and he walked in between my outstretched legs, his cock bobbing at head level.

I took the invite and swallowed as much of him as I could.

 

Looking up at Pedro while blowing him was hot, he was tweaking his nipples and gurning his lips. Pedro had a very active mouth when high – he probably ground his teeth too – but the biggest thing I remember is the way he’d make ridiculous faces while under the influence of any uppers – E, Coke, Mephedrone, all of em. For me it’s always hot to see this fucked up drugs-face – smacking your lips, rolling your eyes, running your tongue along the front of your teeth over and over again. I see a guy like that and all I think is – fuck – I want some of what he’s having! I think that and I also think, how do I get this guy alone!?

 

I remember calling out to a guy’s place in Byron Bay in Australia. I chatting to him online from the hostel I was in (again before smart phones and grindr). The guy (early 50s, killer beach bum bod, mohawk, lots of piercings, sleazy as fuck, just the way I like em) was really into lycra and wanted me to model some wrestling singlets and speedos for him, cause he saw I was hung on my Gaydar profile. When I went there, the lad was flying high as a kite – lip-smacking, rubbing his nose, bugging his eyes out and forgetting the thread of our chat every five seconds or so.  As I copped it, I could see his paranoia rising or as I like to call it “the Fear” as he knew I knew he was high. I just looked at him and smiled and said “just point me to where your speedos are that you want me to wear, and while I’m trying them on, maybe you could roll up some more of whatever you’ve been smoking and share it?” He laughed at that and we went on to have a very hot session with eachother on weed and coke (and also tag-teamed another fuckbud of his that he had “doublebooked” later that night – man that was fuckin hot – but I digress).

 

Pedro pushed me off his cock back onto the bed and got up beside me. We were lying facing each-other on the left lower quarter near the chair.  He ran his hand sensually down my shoulder, along my flank, making a slow throaty purr as he ran his fingers down, fingertips just skating over my skin, ever so slowly over my stomach and down to my cock.

 

“Fucking hell chico, I love this milky white skin of yours”

 

I’d leaned in to kiss the rose-tattoo on his pec and looked back up at his face. He was chewing on his lower lip and looking over the guys fucking on the bed (Richard and Finn were now starting to fuck Andrew and Kieran respectively). I looked down to his throbbing wet dick. “You wanna fuck too?” I asked him. He looked back to me and chuckled, “yeah chico that’d be nice”. He was slurring his words into a drawl at this stage. I wasn’t quite sure how many drugs I or Pedro had taken up until now, but our high was getting a little odd – mostly euphoric and delicious and wonderful, but also a little disconnected.

 

I shook it off and positioned myself doggy-style on the bed. Pedro handed me some poppers and knelt behind me and started to slip his cock in. At this stage of the night there was very little resistance, I just breathed in the poppers and then as the surge of want washed over me, I signalled to Pedro to shove the rest in. I sighed in relief as I once again felt whole – there was a cock up my ass – everything was right with the world. Pedro was thrusting into me with an odd on-again-off-again rhythm. He leaned down over my shoulder.

 

“How’s that feel chico?”

“Ah yeah, that’s the stuff Pedro… but steadier eh?” and I ground my open hole back onto him, his cock bottoming out in me, “I need you in me, fast and deep, more regular”

With that he pulled out, bending his rock-hard 9 inches at my hole and waited.

“What the fuck Pedro? Get it in there!”

I put my hands behind me and pulled my cheeks apart.

Nothing.

I winked my hole at him, “C’mon Pedro, what you waiting for?”

He smirked and said “Beg for it, you bossy fuck!”

“What?”

“I wanna hear you beg me chico! I’m the one in charge here”

“Really? Um..” I was feeling pretty dizzy at this stage and normally would have been into the roleplay but I was just feeling a bit out of sync with Pedro – like I wasn’t getting into his rhythm.

“…ok, fine” I said cockily with a smirk of my own, “I’ll take my hole where it’s appreciated!”

 

The look on Pedro’s face was priceless as I picked myself up and on my knees, scooted up to the two lads up top – Mac and JP. Mac at this point was sitting facing me being blown by JP. Meanwhile JP himself was being blown by Kieran. I looked at Mac’s rock-hard monster of a bottle cock – and touched JP on the shoulder. He looked up at me as I guided his face up off of Mac. I asked “can I take over for a bit”. JP smiled and cupped my jaw to kiss me. Moving up over Mac’s legs, positioning his cock under my hole, I stopped kissing JP and turned to Mac and asked, “is this seat taken” and then sat down on his holewrecker of a cock.

 

Now I’d love to say I slid down in one slick smooth motion, but honesty where it’s due – it took three hits of poppers before I got that monster two thirds into me. Mac was delighted I finally felt brave enough and JP was egging me on and holding the poppers for me and even feeding them to me – pressing one nostril closed at a time for me to sniff them, while I used both my hands to balance my squatting position on the bed. Even Pedro forgot our play-tiff and came up behind me and helped hold Mac’s cock steady for me. Air’s “Sexy Boy” was playing in the background as I stuffed him into me in stages, and fuck it if the cocktail of drugs wasn’t making me feel just that – sexy as fuck and surrounded by hot lads. To start with I got his head to shove in easily enough through my asslips, and it didn’t take too long for my ass to get used to it. I passed JP the poppers cause my hands were pretty lubey and it was getting hard to open them. JP, mindreader that he was, took them and without direction fed ’em to me twice at each nostril – yer a star JP!

 

Mac’s cock felt enormous, my sphincter felt like a taut elastic band around him as I got down to two thirds. Aussies have a great word for fucking – “to root” and right now I felt like Mac had put a fuckin tree-root in me – this huge heavy unyielding mass filling me up. I could feel Pedro’s breath behind my shoulder as he came up to rub my ass cheeks and hold Mac’s cock in place, although the caverject made sure there was no hope of it buckling.  I looked to him as he started to tentatively get some movement going. I nodded and he began a slow pace. I was sitting on him and started to syncopate it – I think that’s the right word – as in, to match his pace with an equal but opposite rhythm and by doing so double the distance he went out and in again. I still kept it to two thirds deep – y’know – a normal cock’s depth.

 

A little time into this and I started finding it tough to keep the timing right. I remember leaning over to Kieran, who’d been snogging JP while being powerfucked by Finn and leaning over to tease JP and him into a threeway snog. However as I did that I pulled out a little two much and fell onto my right knee and was rewarded by a gutpunch of a fuck by Mac as he finally pushed that last third into me. Though here’s the odd part, it didn’t hurt as I thought it would. In fact it really didn’t hurt at all. I was delighted with this and pulled back from the lads and experimentally got back into my squat to try a few proper thrusts.

 

Bingo!

 

My body was fully on board with the fucking! And man was I on board. I started to fuckin bounce up and down on Mac’s joystick and rode him for all I was worth. His dick was like a drug of its own – my nerves were squealing with pleasure as he stretched me out with each plunge. His dick was wider toward the base – maybe 8 inches circumference – I’m not that savvy on girth measurements – but it was thick as fuck. Normally I don’t like carrot dicks (as I call wide-based cocks) cause they’re always stretching you and your hole never gets fully used to them, but I was loving Mac’s treeroot of cock.  I remember a few seconds later JP getting rimmed by Pedro while Kieran and I licked the sweat off of eachother’s faces like dogs, I stopped feeling – how would I put this? Intact? The K was kicking in and I was starting to fully disconnect.

[FatFuckPigMA]

One of the best descriptions of the joys and occasional woes of PNP I've ever read. Hot as fuck too.

[rough-one]

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

[rough-one]

Previously…

My body was fully on board with the fucking! And man was I on board. I started to fuckin bounce up and down on Mac’s joystick and rode him for all I was worth. His dick was like a drug of its own – my nerves were squealing with pleasure as he stretched me out with each plunge. His dick was wider toward the base – maybe 8 inches circumference – I’m not that savvy on girth measurements – but it was thick as fuck. Normally I don’t like carrot dicks (as I call wide-based cocks) cause they’re always stretching you and your hole never gets fully used to them, but I was loving Mac’s treeroot of cock.  I remember a few seconds later JP getting rimmed by Pedro while Kieran and I licked the sweat off of eachother’s faces like dogs, I stopped feeling – how would I put this? Intact? The K was kicking in and I was starting to fully disconnect.

 

Right so…

Some people think you shouldn’t take K and have sex, especially my straight mates think you should take it like LSD, Ayahuasca, Peyote or DMT and attach a ritual to it. Even Pedro later told me about his trips through South America and his meetings with his ayahuasca shaman in Peru who brought him and “madrecita” – his “little mother”, together. He’d never dream of doing ayahuasca for fucking. However a lot of fisting bottoms have said that K’s the only way to go cause it allows you to take a deeper fist or a bigger dildo. Maybe that’s why I was able to take Mac so easily. When I met up with him a few times for a year or two afterwards, it just wasn’t great if we were sober – god love him, but our poor Mac was a bit rubbish in bed – an amazing cock, but maybe like supermodels with cardboard personalities who never needed to impress anyone, I felt he never had to work at a fuck? Just conjecture, but I at least left him better than he was when we first met. He was way too eager to split you open, no lube and no foreplay. I taught him my fingering techniques, my blowjob tricks and I even stopped him blowing into a guy’s hole while rimming. I wish I was kidding about the latter point – he tried it with me once and I had to turn around say “What the fuck?” He actually blew air up my ass. I quickly made sure he put an end to that. Air up your ass is what you try and avoid for fuck’s sake! I wish I could say that he was a total top, but he occasionally took cock as well, so he had no excuse. I heard later he got into the BDSM scene with Don and got into treating guys real rough. Anyways I digress.

 

I was squatting over Mac, leaning back, arms out in fists on the bed behind me. I could feel the sweat drip down my back. I was focussed just on the join of me and Mac. I started pulling up high and slamming back down. The asshole/cock combo responded well to that. I was a bit distant. In fact I felt really fucking distant, like I was a spectator to what was going on. I increased my pace by sending signals to the separate entities of my legs and arms and the separate entity of my asshole sent back “yeah, yeah, more, more” signals.

 

I started to realise that the growing disconnect I’d been having since chatting to Pedro was growing to the point where I wasn’t sure my mind could reach out to my body anymore. I tried to gather myself together – bad idea on K. I started to freak a little, thinking I’d lose my body, but remembered something someone had told me about K once - just let it go – you’re meant to dissolve. I breathed out (I hadn’t realised I was holding my breath) and started to relax into it. Signals were dispersed and coming at me from all directions. At the same time it was very difficult to know what signals belonged to me and what was important and what wasn’t:

 

Pressure: A balance “signal–response” to increase pressure on left arm to stay upright.

 

View: Kieran’s shining eyes looking at JP

 

Pleasure: signal from deep in asshole. Coming on like a train passing through a station…

 

…and gone.

 

Feeling/View: JP’s hand pulling me into a threeway snog again.

 

Smell: The smell of poppers held between us.

 

Pressure: Blocked ears, clench jaw to unblock.

 

Noise: Smacking noises from Mac and me.

 

Feeling: someone’s hand squeezing my ass

 

View: Pedro’s tribal tattoos rippling under the dim daylight.

 

Feeling: My ab muscles clenching as I lift my hips

 

Cold: One of the lube bottles rolling into the shallow created by my hands pressing on the mattress.

 

View: Pedro lying under JP being blown by Andrew.

 

Sound: A car driving somewhere nearby outside.

 

View: Finn switching places with Richard

 

Feeling: Mac stopping kissing me to lick my earlobe (but I don’t remember turning back over to him?)

 

I just let it go. My body would have to work on autopilot for a while, cause Elvis had definitely left the building. As the K grew stronger, figuring out where I was, where my mind began and ended, was up for some serious philosophical debate. Again it’s tough to describe unless you’ve been there, but your backseat driver, the part of you that does all the guiding and decision-making and worrying and planning – it’s like that part grows more and more distant. Physically too. I felt I was watching the action from somewhere above my body, that is, when I remembered who I was, otherwise there wasn’t really a distinct “I” per se. It became more of a systemic awareness – as in – I only was aware of good sensations for the whole group. This group-sense meant we all felt en-masse when someone shifted pace or at least that’s how I perceived it. I felt I could feel Finn slip a finger up Andrew’s hole while fucking him. I felt everyone could feel Pedro stop rimming JP and move off the bed.

 

I became a single entity again and I was detached from my body and able to see the whole group from above. Pedro was moving back over to behind me. Mac and Richard were in the same place – fucking me and Kieran. Andrew had moved to threeway snog JP and Kieran. Finn was scooting under Kieran to blow him. Pedro was now squeezing more lube on his cock. Pedro was slowing Mac down. Pedro was trying to enter me.

 

Now as I said K is recommended to fisting bottoms cause of the pain relieving qualities, and maybe this was one of the few reasons while I was able to take two cocks in me that day. But fuck, even on Ketamine, it was tough. While on one side I felt disembodied and was observing the room from a high point, I remember flashes of sensations like those below:

 

I remember feeling that somewhere below my chest area there was something spasming.

 

Pedro was saying something to me but I couldn’t focus.

 

I remember repeating the word “bzzzz” and feeling incredibly deep and content

 

I saw Finn and Andrew turn to look at my ass area and smile

 

I remember getting lifted up by Pedro, off of Mac and lowered back down onto JP.

 

Poppers smell. I remember asking for them, and I was very happy that I’d been able to make myself clear to JP.

 

Pedro tried again. More pressure signals from below and then…

 

…tightness. I felt as tight as a teenager again. I could feel almost every inch of the guys inside me – every ridge, every throbbing vein.

 

JP up on his elbows, one hand holding the poppers, the other holding my shoulder to support me. Me squatting on his cock. The look between us filled with meaning. I felt like we instantly knew we could easily be boyfriends.

 

Andrew looking strangely at us.

 

Pushed up beside JP’s cock was Pedro’s cock at the same depth but with more outside. Pedro behind me on his knees.

 

Me holding very still. Only Pedro moving.

 

JP looking at me with wide-open blue eyes. Me getting lost in the patterns of golden flecks on his iris.

 

Me slowly bending over to kiss JP.

 

Tightness

 

This was eventually lifted as Andrew wanted to try out the JP/Pedro combo and I was lifted off of them to lie shoulder to shoulder beside JP. Which was fine really. I needed a break. JP turned to me with his crooked smile. He later told me our conversation went something like below:

 

“Nice one beautiful”

“Thanks misssster”

“Wow lad I only did a line, but you are out of it, how’d you feel?”

“mizzzzter, yer lovely, if I concentrate I get it, y’know”

“get what?”

“get that we shouldn’t be selfish, and to give love to the world. We don’t do that enough”

 

He laughed and I felt I could follow the sound waves as they bounced around the room. Then I noticed bouncing into the room from the hall was music – a dance track – Tori Amos’s Professional Widow. I used to have a big thing for Tori so I knew the song well. In fact I was pretty impressed that the universe remembered and so had personally put on the song for me. Of course the lines “honey bring it close to my lips” and “it’s gotta be big” repeated over and over again, were perfect for a sex party. I smiled and leant my head against JP’s. After a little while I noticed Kieran was now sucking my cock. I smiled at him and said “Tori says it’s gotta be big” as if it was the funniest thing I’d ever said. Kieran just raised his eyebrows at me and continued bobbing up and down. I felt guilty that I had to close my eyes to him though, cause the motion of his head was making me feel nauseous.

 

Cut to a few minutes later and my feet were being pulled to the end of the bed. I remember saying “bye mizzter” to JP as I slid on my own sweat down the soaking sheet. Kieran started licking my face again. All I could think of was how like a dog this behaviour was. I’m embarrassed to say this but I think I woofed a few times at him. Then I felt pressure on my hole again. I looked up to see Mac fucking me off the edge of the bed with my legs at his shoulders. Funnily I didn’t remember my legs being raised. I could feel Mac’s cock though – it felt solid and reassuring.

 

I continued to barble a bit in nonsense tongues (I was told) as Mac worked my ass. Eventually he got bored cause I was distracted by licking beads of sweat from Kieran’s face that was hovering over mine. I was convinced that Kieran had been taken over by the spirit of a neighbour’s Labrador. Fuck it even looked like he was growing a tail! Shit was getting fucked up.

 

Time passed and I was on another part of the bed. I felt a weight at my crotch area and over my legs. Finn was lining up his cock with mine, overlaying his legs. It was only then I noticed Andrew squatting over our cocks at a ninety degree angle. Then I felt incredibly tightness. I wanted to remember this so I concentrated more. Andrew had pushed himself down on our cocks and was starting a slow warm-up rhythm. Concentrate Stuart c’mon. I held out a hand to grab Andrew’s pale arse cheek. Fucking beautiful. I was watching my cock be swallowed by the side of Andrew’s ass. I looked up into his eyes and said something odd which was meant to be really deep. Andrew was fucked too, but JP said later I said something like “take my gub”???

 

Another abiding memory of the K trip I’ll share, and I know this will sound weird, but it was as if we were all one organism – a multi headed, multi-cocked, multi-holed flesh creature that was flexing into different shapes on the bed, but ultimately was all the same complex creature. I remember flashes of this - looking over at my “Mac head” that was connected to me via our cock and ass connection, and later a flash of recognising the “Andrew head” that was an offshoot of our Finn/Stuart join.

 

An hour must have passed at least with us rolling around on the bed. It eventually got less sexual and more messy as we rode the K-train through its peak. Things started making sense again with this hard feeling in my ass – I remembering starting to get the spark of “me-ness” back again and using that to figure out this strange hard feeling. After a long time of circling the sensation, I realised it was the feeling of fingers up my ass. Six of them – two knuckles deep. They were mine.

 

Experimentally flexing fingers. Oh fuuuuck! Too fucking sensitive! Too much input! Mind fuckin blown!

 

…

 

Looking back I think that after doing that flexing motion the first time, I went back to that K-land and rebooted for a few minutes. After a little while…

 

…hard feeling…

 

…don’t flex…

 

…relax fingers…

 

…fuck!...

 

…slowly pull out…

 

That was intense. I started to come to. I was on the ground between the bed and the wall in the bedroom, ass up, face down. I’d been holding my asshole gaping. I didn’t know how long, but I had a sudden need to fart. I started to pull myself up to get myself to a bathroom. That seemed to take forever. I kept relaxing my eyes’ focus and then snapping back into reality a minute or two later. Then I’d remember I was on a mission to get to the bathroom.

 

Then, someone supporting my shoulder, someone strong taking most of my weight. Into the bathroom, onto the loo, relaxing, letting the air out, that was fuckin needed. Looking up. There’s … what’s his name. Gymbag-guy. He’s smiling and pointing to the shower. I stood up and got into the shower. Good thing I took a few showers here already, I get a good temperature on pure autopilot.  The water feels amazing…

 

I’ve a flash of something white on my fingers, was it cum? Was it some shower milk or something?

 

I rinse it away

 

…the water is turned off.

 

Focus comes back a bit more now. Gymbag guy, Finn, had been talking to me.

 

“Alright Stuart. Easy does it”

“Tha… um… water is off yeah?”

“Yeah it is, I turned it off Stuart, come out here to me”

“Surre”

 

Finn towelled me off. I snuggled into his broad frame, and kissed the nape of his neck.

 

“Thanks Finn” I murmured into his shoulder. He smiled and held me close with the towel.

 

“Wow Stuart, you got the worst fucked of all of us”

I just squinted up at him puzzledly? Bad fucking?

He figured out I didn’t understand him.

“I mean, you got the most fucked up on the Special K, actually wait a sec…”

He leaned back to the medicine cabinet, and brought back a little metal spoon with white powder– the coke spoon he’d used himself, the last time we were in the bathroom together, it seemed like ages ago. “Here, this might help you”

 

I dutifully snorted the coke, and he took another bump for himself. The soapiness hit the back of my nose and started to slide down my throat. I looked at Finn. Things were starting to get sharper alright, really quick. The coke buzz started to take the fuzziness off of the K buzz, although sound still felt like it was coming from a long way away.

 

“Finn” I echoed, oh fuck the coke was starting to hit me proper, “Finn, do you remember?”

I leaned into him stroking his fuzzy red chest hairs.

“Remember what Stuart?” – he sounded like he was on an intercom.

“Do you remember how you haven’t fucked me proper yet?” I looked up to his face, grinning ear to ear. He smiled at that.

“Look here lad, I want ya a little less fucked up” he gently retorted, “I’ve to have a quick shower myself, but if you head on into the kitchen I promise I’ll be in there in a minute to fuck ya. I’ve a load with your name on it”

I swayed/nodded and then saluted.

“Right so!” I said, and sauntered off to the kitchen.

[rough-one]

Previously…

“Finn” I echoed, oh fuck the coke was starting to hit me proper, “Finn, do you remember?”

I leaned into him stroking his fuzzy red chest hairs.

“Remember what Stuart?” – he sounded like he was on an intercom.

“Do you remember how you haven’t fucked me proper yet?” I looked up to his face, grinning ear to ear. He smiled at that.

“Look here lad, I want ya a little less fucked up” he gently retorted, “I’ve to have a quick shower myself, but if you head on into the kitchen I promise I’ll be in there in a minute to fuck ya. I’ve a load with your name on it”

I swayed/nodded and then saluted.

“Right so!” I said, and sauntered off to the kitchen.

 

Right so…

I walked out the door to the kitchen. As I entered I heard a groaning to my right, I looked over to see Mac fucking Andrew up against the fridge. It was a slow fuck but Andrew was trying to speed it up. Mac wasn’t having any of it and looked like he was still spaced out on the K. He raised something up to his mouth. It was a buttered slice of currant-toast. How could he eat with all the drugs we’d taken? It was beyond me. Andrew was doing all the work grinding onto Mac’s still up and proud cock. Propping one leg on a drawer handle and holding onto the American-style fridge for support, Andrew was shoving his beautiful ass up and down on Mac’s carrot-cock. He was the source of the groaning, going “aw yeah fuck me, fill my hole Mac”.

 

I should explain – Andrew can be a little pushy – at a sex party, as long as there’s enough cock to go around he’s fine, but otherwise you better not have planned on bottoming. Usually he’s good enough to at least pretend to hold it in check, but I guess the drugs let his power bottom side out in all its glory. I just watched bemused. My cock was only at half mast, and I guess with the K subsiding and the time that had passed I wasn’t in the same zone as Andrew. I hadn’t had a Viagra in hours and my last E was when Kieran had arrived. I try to pace myself with E because if you take too much too soon, then it gets harder to “up the ante” each time you start to come down, and you can end up getting scagged out much earlier than everyone else. I was feeling that the E was losing its grip though and decided it was time for another dose. He still raised an eyebrow at me and winked – I just chuckled and said, “gimme a bit of time dude”.

 

As I said that, Finn came back into the kitchen towelling the dampness from his ginger fuzzed chest. He had caught my words and walked over to the counter, saying “time to fix you up another cocktail I guess” and looked around for the drugs tray. I walked over to him and looked for my pills. “I need something to sharpen me up again dude, I still feel pretty groggy from the K”. Finn gave me the one-over and said “Yeah, I think another dose of G wouldn’t be a good idea for you right now”. He then looked as though he remembered something and raised an eyebrow “I think Pedro’s got the stash in the spare bedroom, follow me”.  Andrew clambered out from under Mac and joined us as we entered the living room. Mac honestly didn’t seem to notice and just went on eating his toast.

 

In the living room Kieran and JP were having a break on the couch playing Street Fighter. They now were both wearing glasses and nothing else, their semi-hard cocks bouncing against their abs and the mashed buttons on the controllers. It was a wonderful site for a nerd-fancier like me. They looked up and cheered when they saw me. “Hey Stuart!” JP piped up, and then turned to Kieran, “just push pause for a second”. Turning back to me he passed his joint and continued “we were just playing a 9 match tournament for who gets to fuck Andrew next, wanna join?” I took my toke and laughed at that – JP was a man after my own heart, always inventing odd scenarios and roleplays for more fun. Kieran was currently winning with Chun-Li – fucking weird ass bisexuals – you might not understand em, but ya gotta love em. I stroked down Finn’s muscular flank and passed him the joint, and said “guys I need to recover from the K, I’ll catch up with ye in a bit, what’s with the glasses?” Kieran replied “oh we tried that G stuff – nasty fuckin taste to it” There was the now-empty carton of orange juice, some glasses and Kieran’s bag of ghosties (that explained their perkiness!) on the coffee table, but no drug tray. I laughed “no the glasses on your head”, and we laughed as they explained they both wore contact lenses but need to give their eyes a break. They were definitely a sight for sore eyes – the glasses made them even more fuckable looking, and I mentally ticked a box to return pretty soon. Andrew had the same idea as he started to pull the coffee table to the side. He then went down on all fours in front of the boys facing away, and turning his head back to them, said “press play lads, I need a cock up me soon”. I chuckled and Finn and I moved through over to Richard at the computer.

 

Richard looked up as we approached and took the offered joint. I saw the websites of Gaydar, Gayromeo and Manhunt open. I also saw the time on the corner of the screen – 11.30 am. Fuck! “Any bites Richard?” I asked, feeling weird that while it seemed like time was racing, it also seemed like 14 or 15 hours ago was far too short for the time I felt I knew Richard. It couldn’t have only been 15 hours ago when I was last standing here rubbing Richard’s shoulders through his shirt?

 

“Two so far” Richard said, taking a long drag off of the joint. I looked at the profiles he was showing Finn and me. “Not many up for drugs, though I have a hot guy in Aberdeen who said he’ll gladly take the train if we’re still going in a few hours and he has a place to crash?” I looked at Finn and grinned. Finn smiled and said “I’m sure that’s ok with Pedro, and if not we can always take the party to my place”. I shuddered at the thought of going outdoors, and looked at one profile to distract me – all it showed was a juicy thick shiny cock with a glistening purple end. “Is that your only other hit?” I asked. Richard hrumphed in response “yeah laddie, but he’s far too young and a bit off I think”. I looked at the stats. It said “working in General Gayness” and listed the age at 20, safe sex, no. Another private pic showed a young guy in cargo shorts and a T-shirt saying “Edinburgh Pride 2008”. The photo was a bit blurry but he looked very young and very pretty – angular face, floppy blond hair – the kind of guy you’re expect to come from the South and be called Tristan or some shit. I looked to the chat window that was open to get a gist for him:

 

 

GPcom20:             Hi there, you said in general chat about a really open-minded group scene yeah – how many are we talking?

 

Glasgrowler:            Aye, there’s 11 of us here (11! I thought – who else????)

 

GPcom20:            Wow! That’d be a first for Glasgow – so many talkers but few doers here

 

Glasgrowler:            Aint that always the way, speaking of which, would you be up for it? You seem pretty young lad, it may be a bit much for ya – if you don’t mind me saying so.

 

GPcom20:            Dude I get that a lot. But I’m experienced believe me. I usually have to head to London to get what I want

 

Glasgrowler:            …and what’s that?

 

GPcom20:            I have a kind of rape fantasy?

 

Glasgrowler:            go on.

 

GPcom20:            I want my clothes to be ripped off and to be tied up on a bed and just punished with dicks in every hole. Rape me, slap the shit out of me and use me as your cum dumpster. I wanted to be beaten up and used. Getting hard now thinking of it.

 

Glasgrowler:            ok

 

That’s where it was currently… I looked up to Finn. He was a bit shocked too I think. Richard said “well I know I wouldn’t be up for doing that”. I took the joint back from him and asked “who are the extras?” You said there were 11 of us here?” Finn smiled, “who do you think? Come into the spare bedroom to find out”

 

I laughed at the response, “Ok I’ll play your game, but before I do, give me a go at answering both you and the wee lad here. I sat down on Richards lap and took over the keyboard.

 

 

GPcom20:            you there?

 

Glasgrowler:            Hey laddie – come over soon and I think there’ll be at least one guy who’ll fuckin punish your ass.  He’s a sleazy fucker who’s just arrived back from doing some dealing, so should be here for another little while. He fucked me earlier and was brutal. This is Discus27 by the way. Check out my profile’s ass pic and imagine some purple fuckin bruises on it now.

 

I logged and sent him my private photos before logging out and handing Richard back the keyboard. I smiled at that and stood up passing Finn the joint. The weed had started to kick in again and everything seemed to settle. “I think we can have fun with that lad, Richard I’ll leave the arranging to your fine self, and by the way I wanted to thank you again for your role in making this fantastic session happen”. Ah weed and the remains of E. I was in full overblown compliment mode. I continued to sing Richard’s praises as the he typed the directions to Pedro’s place to the kid. I bent down again to his level and leant in for a long slow kiss. Richard’s tongue immediately found mine. I felt my arousal rush back into me as our tongues battled, lips crushing together, stubbly jaws raking against eachother, all the while his and Finn’s hands stroked my body and my cock – Fucking powerful man-kissing, I pity straight guys with their soft pliant women. I began kissing his jawline and looked up into his eyes.

 

They were on the computer screen – ah fuck it Richard!

 

“I’ll let you finish off what you’re doing here” I said, breaking the kiss. Richard laughed at me and stood up himself. “Sorry Stuart – I have to reel this weird little fish in. He’s your responsibility by the way. And another thing, you’re not the only one to take a beating” and pointed at the still present hand marks on his arse. Fucking hell! That kid was gonna be in for a shock!

[r1ver]

Good to see this thread back up top Rough!

[rough-one]

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

Edited December 21, 2015 by rough-one

[FatFuckPigMA]

^{I love how balanced thee story is, not voiding the sometimes less pleasant aspects of partying. The raisin toast bit was a wonderful touch and made me smile.}

[rough-one]

 

Previously…

 I began kissing his jawline and looked up into his eyes. They were on the computer screen – ah fuck it Richard! “I’ll let you finish off what you’re doing here” I said, breaking the kiss. Richard laughed at me and stood up himself. “Sorry Stuart – I have to reel this weird little fish in. He’s your responsibility by the way. And another thing, you’re not the only one to take a beating” and pointed at the still present hand marks on his arse. Fucking hell! That kid was gonna be in for a shock!

 

 

Right so…

After promising Richard I’d be back to kiss or lick his ass better, Finn and I went through the door to the hall and over to the spare bedroom. Opening the door I saw two figures between the chest of drawers and the window – the Venetian blinds were down, so the Sunday sun was coming through in long parallel stripes. I could hear someone showering in the en-suite bathroom. Pedro was standing on the left, still naked, talking to a man I didn’t recognise who was wearing a black mesh vest and bright red underwear. The man was in his late thirties/early forties and looked Eastern European. He had faded tribal tattoos on his arms and defined muscles showing through the mesh. His face was that Slavic mix of high cheekbones and sunken eyes – grey eyes in this case – now glittering hard in a bar of sunlight as he turned to see the newcomers.

 

Pedro beckoned us over. I saw lots of odd supplies and a used syringe on the windowsill and my hackles raised a bit. I walked over to him, hearing him relay the end of his sentence “..so I fucked china white into his hot ass earlier”. Pedro turned to me “back with us eh chico? Aint no shame in going to la-la land for a bit! This here is Tomasz”. Tomasz looked me up and down and gave me a brief half-smile before turning back to Pedro – what is it with Eastern Europeans and their inability to smile? My paranoia increased with his almost complete lack of acknowledgement of me – who does that – at a drug fuelled orgy? Someone obviously wasn’t up on pills yet. He turned back to Pedro, “I thought you were more a fan of cocaine Pedro” he said. Pedro looked a bit confused, “yeah that’s what I said, I fucked him full of cocaine” – it was funny to hear the two Europeans say cocaine – the “ai” part sounding more like “i-ee” - like "coc-aye-eene". Tomasz spoke with a harsher accent than Don’s – I learned later he was only two years out of Poland and he wasn’t going back any time soon cause of some legal problems. He shook his head and countered “Zchina white is a type of heroin Pedro, you can call cocaine… you could call it zcharlie or Colombian marszching powder if you like, but if you fucked him full of zchina white, he’d probably be dead on your bed”. Pedro said “bullshit, Don always brings me coke when I ask for china white.” Tomasz laughed “then Don doesn’t know his arzch from his elbow, zchina-white is heroin, get Rizcherd to look it up on Yahoo!” (Yahoo – I know…Yeah this was a while ago.)

 

As if my nerves weren’t on edge enough? Two guys casually discussing my death by overdose in front of me? Add this to the weed I’d been smoking and me still feeling the aftermath of the K trip and I kept zooming in on that syringe on the windowsill – it had me ready to bolt. Finn looked over at me and rubbed the back of my head, “lads” he said to the both of them, “can we cut down on the heroin-speak a bit? Stuart looks like he’s gonna whitey”. Whitey is our expression for when you get too stoned and you get nauseous and paranoid. Typically your blood drains from your face too, hence “whitey”. For me I always got it if I got stoned after I was drunk. The saying goes – Beer then grass, you’re on yer ass. Grass then beer, you’re in the clear.

 

 

I turned to Pedro and cocked my head at the syringe, “is that what you guys have been up to in here?” I asked. “N-n-not that I mind at all,” I continued hurriedly, “it’s just it’s not my cuppa tea!” I stammered on, “y-y’know I know a few friends who’ve gone down that path and not returned”. I was blabbering a bit, images of street junkies begging in my head, what the fuck had I gotten myself into. Pedro smiled at me, “relax chico, no-one’s doing heroin here, just a different way to do Ecstasy – That syringe belongs to Kyle”.

 

Pedro explained that Kyle was Tomasz’s boyfriend who was currently in the bathroom with Don probably still being fisted. I mentally ticked a box to go there soon as I wanted to add the sight of real-life fisting to my wank-bank. Up until then I hadn’t really seen fisting outside of porn. Pedro proceeded to tell me that injecting E was a purer rush if done right. I saw my blueys and other Es on the windowsill. I saw the other blue pills there too and Finn nabbed me and him one each of these. My semi was still quick to respond now, but Finn was a future planner.

 

Ok so here I’d like to interject that it’s a long fuckin while since this party and I was a stoner at the time (not as bad as my friend Bill who still is a massive stoner, but still), so my memory’s a bit shaky about how we did the next bit - so don't use me as a guide or anything...

 

It was at this point that Pedro began to show me how to prepare E tablets so you could inject them. He brought out fresh needles from the chest of drawers for everyone. I remember wondering where he got these – Don had a friend in medical supplies seemingly. The other supplies on the windowsill were spoons, shot glasses and water and a lot of cotton wool balls. I remember crushing the pills in the shot glasses in sterile water. I can’t remember if we heated the water or not but at some point we used spoons. I remember Pedro being really particular about filtering – we used cotton wool I think. I remember the liquid being an off-yellow – the pills weren’t mine -  they were normal white ones. I dunno would my blueys have changed the colour of the water, or maybe the colour would’ve stayed behind in the papery powdery gunk that was left afterwards. The biggest thing I remember is Pedro was being really insistent that we made sure none of this gunk ended up in the liquid as little particles.

 

I watched Pedro prepare the syringes for Finn and Tomasz and then watched them find a vein and inject it – for us pale-skinned Scots, this is pretty easy. Finn was first up and was ready with a cotton ball and held it down after Pedro deftly shot him up. Watching the bright white smile spread on Finn’s red-bearded face – everything tinted sepia from the dimmed lighting, and his eyes went crazy – I could see them dilate to almost black in the few seconds I was watching him. “Fuuuuuuuck!” Finn groaned, “oh fuck yess”. He lolled his head back in pure joy. Tomasz got a plaster ready and cautioned him, “keep the cotton pressed down Finn”. Pedro then administered the next injection to Tomasz. He seemed to lose his sharp-edge as the shot went into him. He shook his head a bit and muttered something Polish and then it seemed as if whatever animosity he had, just seemed to evaporate. A massive grin spread across his even features. After sorting out a plaster on Tomasz, Pedro turned to me, one eyebrow cocked and holding out a new still-packaged needle “so chico, you game?”

 

I won’t lie, a lot of thoughts were running through my head. I always thought I’d never inject – that this would be my Rubicon – but high as I was, and seeing Tomasz lie Finn down on the left side of the bed, bending down to lick at Finn’s juicy erect cock, his dilated eyes glaring up at me, something clicked in me – I took the needle from Pedro and unwrapped it. “Show me what to do Pedro!”

 

After I prepared the needle, Pedro took it back from me. He looked at the liquid and checked for any particles. I could hear a grunt of approval. Then looking me straight in the eyes, he asked me again “You sure chico?” His deep brown eyes twinkled at me, warm and accepting, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to”. I stared straight back at him, Finn’s groans of pleasure and the sloppy sounds of Tomasz’s blowjob filling my ears. I smiled and said “I trust you papi” and held out my left elbow. Pedro’s eyebrows raised as he moved over to my inner arm. I think to that point he still thought I would back down. Finding a deep blue vein close to the surface was easy for him and it took less than a few seconds to administer.  Next thing I know, Pedro has my right hand pushing down a cotton ball on the entry site, I’m meanwhile feeling the drug shoot up my arm, through my left shoulder and up to my brain – BOOM.

 

I’m in euphoria. This was an E-high, but the speed of coming up was incredible. All traces of fatigue left my body in seconds and were replaced by surging pure fuckin joy. This was no trickle down the back of my brain, more of a deluge roaring across my synapses – just pouring pure chemical gratification straight into my brain! I felt Pedro stick a plaster on my arm and I leaned/fell back against the bedroom wall barely able to move with the pleasure throbbing, no, gushing through my body. Looking around the room I took in the lads now snogging on the left side of the bed, the en-suite bathroom door to its right and Pedro opening the chest of drawers to my left, before preparing his own shot. I tried to ask Pedro if I could help him with his, but it came out as pure babble. He smiled and shook his head, clearing up all the supplies into a bag, which all went back into the chest of drawers. Last to go in was his used syringe and he came to sit beside me, fresh plaster on his arm.

 

I looked at him, and breathlessly said “thank you Pedro”, his glistening chocolate eyes and golden skin wrinkling in a smile. I leaned over to kiss him. Our bodies were on fire. Skin touching skin never felt so good. I leaned him back against the wall, rubbing my hands down his sweaty golden skin. I hooked my right hand under his knee and with my left hand trailed a path to his deep brown hole. Pedro broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. He was gurning again like mad as he ground his hole against my fingers. His eyes were rolling in pleasure, and then he focussed back in on me. Without a word of warning, he launched into action, springing up, grabbing me and pushing me back onto the bed. He clambered on top of me, “not so fast hijo, I’m the fucking papi here” and leant down to crush his lips into mine. I was twisted to the side, with my legs facing left, away from Finn and Tomasz, and my back flat on the bed. Pedro’s hot mouth tasted of bitter G, orange and sweat, his essence was pouring into me and mine up to him. We’d break off from kissing and just gaze into each-other’s eyes. He looked half-crazed, black dilated eyes, lips smacking, gurning, sheets of sweat gathering on his eyebrows, nose, chin… He was fucking beautiful. I told him so, over and over – “Fuck me you beautiful bastard” I kept saying.

 

Someone was quick to respond and I felt a lube being squirted on my hole, a few fingers rubbing in and out with something silicon and slippery. As Pedro and I dived into eachother’s faces kissing and tugging, teeth clashing and playful biting, lapping at our drenched skin, I felt his 9” beauty being guided to my hole. I was positioned sideways to his cock, and my right side was under a bit of strain to keep my upper body twisted up to the right to keep kissing. Luckily as I took charge guiding him in slowly but surely by pulling his ass cheeks to me, someone else was holding my right ass cheek up and his cock stationary. Pedro just grinned like a madman and as soon as he was well anchored, he took over building up a rhythm. He kept his face right up to mine, saying “ah chico, ah cariño, oh baby, make papi happy yeah?” as he pulled out almost to the tip and rubbed just in and out of my sideways hole – jacking his head with my lubey pucker. After a little of this, his voice deepened, “aye my lil china white puta” he growled and ploughed back into me. I yelled, nah fuck it I’ll be honest, I screamed in pleasure, like the bitch I was. He looked concerned. “Don’t stop” I said. I pulled his face down to me and tucked his head into the nape of my neck and whispered “that’s it papi, do it like that” to him. He licked and rubbed his stubbly head against my neck, all the while pistoning slow and regular in and out of my hungry hole. Pure fucking pleasure! His cockhead kept knocking up on my prostate, the sideways angle hitting different spots to the usual, all heightened with E-pleasure. Each thrust, each knock was like a direct link to absolute bliss – white light, tinnitus-inducing overwhelming fucking bliss. This went on, slapping and slamming and pounding on for who knows how long. I lost track – a slave to Pedro.

 

Right there, right then. I was his. Totally.

 

I forgot myself. There was just the fucking.

 

His hot laboured breath on my neck…

 

That slam… of his cock up my hole…

 

Again… slam…

 

And again…

 

…

 

Eventually…

 

Eventually, I registered Pedro slow down, my senses came back to the room, I looked out to see JP and Richard jacking eachother in the hall doorway to my left. Finn was still stuffing his cock into Tomasz’s mouth beside me to my right. Pedro winked at me, pulled back and said, “ok who’s next, I have to have a break”. I got up on my elbows to see JP take a step forward before I was grabbed bodily by Finn and pulled over on top of him. I remember his broad shoulder muscles flexing and dimpling as he roughly pulled me on top of him. Poor Tomasz had to quickly move out of the way. “My turn”, Finn growled. I was still so high I was fascinated by the play of his muscles and body hair, my eyes tracing the sweat-glistening fiery hairs from his shoulders into his matted chest hair, when he pulled me down for a beardy kiss. His tongue found mine and we connected in a rush, his whiskers raking across my chin. His meaty hands made fists in my hair before both stroked down my back to my ass, painfully grabbing my ass cheeks. I felt his rough fingers seek out my hole, then a cool feeling as more lube was applied back there by someone else. I didn’t bother looking to see who was helping. Finn demanded my attention, mashing his mouth against mine. I pulled down and buried my face in his chest. I inhaled deeply – he wasn’t as strong smelling now as earlier but he still smelled fantastic – salty and clean, that sharp testosterone smell that fills the back of your nose and makes it clear you’re with a real man. I felt his cock being positioned against my hole and groaned into our kiss as he cleared the first hurdle.

 

Since I had just had Pedro in me I was aching to be refilled. I broke our kiss and knowing I’d need to do more work to get Finn’s six inches up to my pleasure spot, I arced back and slammed my hole down on his rock hard cock. Finn shouted out in pleasure, I sat on top of him and got my legs stable under me. Thank fuck for that lube. I made a few practice thrusts and Finn let me jack his cock with my ass. Leaning back to get his cockhead to scrape my prostate I felt someone’s face at our join lapping greedily. I looked down to see JP pulling his glasses off before diving back in to lap at my hole and Finn’s cock. Hot. I saw Tomasz behind him standing, closing a lube bottle on the chest of drawers, still in his mesh vest and red briefs. “Ah – that explains it”, I thought.

 

I smiled back over at the frosty Polish lad and was rewarded with a smile – Finally! I then noticed then he had a scar on his upper lip from a corrective surgery for a hairlip. Maybe that’s why he didn’t smile so much? I motioned him around the left side of the bed. While keeping my bobbing rhythm going, I balanced my left hand out around Tomasz’s shoulders. I felt his bunched under the mesh fabric. Reaching up to stroke his buzzcut head, I said “thanks for the help dude”. He looked up at me and smiled again “no problem zchico” he said and laughed. His whole face transformed when he laughed – now I saw what his fella must see in him. I stroked his head again and leaned in to kiss him. He tasted of cigarettes and garlic, and contary to what I expected, was a surprisingly passionate kisser. I lost myself in kissing him, tasting him, feeling his tongue and scarred lips with my mouth, running my hand around the stubble of his shaven head, staring into his beautiful grey eyes. That was when I heard a voice shout “who the FUCK is kissing my boyfriend?”