rough-one Posted August 15, 2015 Author Report Posted August 15, 2015 Previously… I laughed loudly, "look don't worry about the drugs, my fuckbuddy Andrew doesn't do too much, so I'd say Pedro's used to having orgies or groups or whatever you want to call this - evening entertainment - with people with all different tastes together". Harry took a deep breath and said "Fuck it, lets do this. Can you meet me in 30 minutes at Buchanan?” Buchanan St. Station was about halfway from where Harry was in the west-side to where we were, so it was fair I meet him there to bring him to Pedro's. I hung up, grabbed my bag and headed toward the door. As I passed through the downstairs hall I thought I saw a flash of movement from the door to Emmett's room - the male nurse. "Hello!?" I said to the hall, "Is anyone here?". No movement. Maybe it was nothing. "Fuck this" I thought, and I went to meet Harry - tonight was gonna be the fucking tops. Right so… My name’s Stuart and I’m about to go to a DFO as I used to call ’em – a drug fuelled orgy. This was back in the day before party and play meant meth and sex. Fuck, crystal hadn’t even gotten to London yet – or if it had I definitely hadn’t seen any trace of it. Typical drugs included almost everything else though – I’m giddier than a kid at Christmas. I feel like everyone knows where I’m off to. The old dear on the bus kept giving me “side-eye” and thinking back I’m sure she noticed I was still sniffing and twitchy from the coke I’d done a few hours ago. But in Glasgow as long as you’re not starting fights in the Barras over a Celtics/Rangers match, most people don’t give a shit. We’re all fuckin addicts anyways and she was probably waiting to go home to her fix – a trashy magazine and some Coronation Street probably – anything to escape the grey of the city. The bus pulled up in by Buchanan and I looked around for Harry. The midsummer weather was holding up and it would still be bright for another hour or two. A flash of fire-engine red – and there he was – Harry always got away with wearing really bright colours – mainly primary reds and blues, he had the colouring to pull it off. Currently he was wearing a bright red hoody pulled on over an old Hole (the band) t-shirt and leaning on his elbows against a railing, listening to music on his ipad and zoned out. I watched him for a second – his t-shirt tucked into his jeans and pulled tight – with the bonus of outlining his tight lean chest – you could see his nipples and nearly each muscle under the faded Courtney Love photo. His dark curly chest hair was sticking out of the collar – the only grooming he did was to religiously keep his eyebrows separate – apart from that he was a hairy fucker. His hood was up in true ASBO fashion (for non-Scot/English/Welsh folk; an ASBO stands for Anti-social Behaviour Offender – and it generally got applied to anyone who looked a little shifty in a hoody). Under the hoody you could see his square jaw and his current facial styling which looked to be a tight clipped beard– he went through a long period of experimenting with the razor - including a regrettable Salvador Dali period. Harry’s attractiveness was all in his smile - not that he wasn’t hot asides from that – he did a tonne of yoga and was able to get into all kinds of positions, and had a fit little body cause of it. He kept himself looking well and currently was allowing his dark curly hair a little more leeway up top, but it was his dimpled smile that just seemed bring all his charm together - he could melt the knickers off a nun with that smile! “Hey Harry!” I called out to him. He turned and drew his hoody back and pulled his earplugs out. “Oh hey man,” he replied, smiling and grabbed me into a big bearhug. He pulled back to my ear and whispered “we’re gonna get so fuh-hu-hucked tonight!” and pulled back grinning like the Cheshire Cat – fuck, what a gorgeous man! I laughed and said “yes we are” and then asked “is there anything you need in town?” Harry looked at me, smirked and hoarsely growled “moar lube!” and we both laughed. We’d both been to DFOs where the action came to a halt not cause of lack of drugs, but cause all the lube had been used up. “Moar lube!” was our private joke – “What was the call of the sexpig in the wild? Moar luuuube!” Harry then showed me a Boots bag and said “just kidding – I come prepared”. Inside were two bottles of Durex play – not my favourite but they’d do in a pinch. We went over to the bus stop and while waiting for the bus Harry took a long look at me – My clear pale skin, blue eyes, dirty blond hair and fit climber’s build means I’m used to guys occasionally checking me out – especially Brazilians for some reason, but Harry was noticing other things right now. “Dude, your eyes!” he whispered. Just then the bus pulled up. After my surreptitious check to make sure it wasn’t Gavin driving the bus (Harry knew all about Gavin, and had been there for some of the cringier text messages), we hopped on and sitting down beside me, Harry asked “dude, what are you on right now?” Of course Harry’s version of quietly asking, meant that now most of the bus were privy to the fact that I was high as a kite. “Dude”, I replied as I felt all eyes focus on me, “very fucking funny,” and gave Harry daggers. Harry took the hint, “oh yeah, ahem, just kidding”. The atmosphere loosened up a little and we got down to the logistics – we quietly discussed what to say if the other was feeling too fucked up or too uncomfortable – Harry said he may leave after a little while and say his sister had texted him, but that I shouldn’t feel obligated to leave then at all. Our DFOs were typically fuelled by ecstasy and he was just dipping his toe into deeper waters here. We talked about how much money we were willing to pay now (while relatively sober… well, while Harry was anyways) and what drugs we’d be up for trying if they were on the menu. I showed Harry the pic of the forty year old with Caesar haircut – he thought he’d seen him on the scene once or twice. He then told me what Caverject was – it was an instant boner injection – much like Viagra but quicker and with better results. As he was in full flow about the one time his erection wouldn’t go down for two days, we got to our stop. I buzzed us through and as we reached the apartment the door was once again ajar. Pedro came out to us wearing a dark-blue dressing gown and holding a joint. “Alright boys” he said, smiling while he eye-fucked Harry, “glad you dirty sluts could make it”. I laughed, “Pedro, this is Harry, Harry this is Pedro”. Pedro passed Harry the joint and said “Mac’s in the shower, he arrived about ten minutes before you. Richard’s on the computer. Finn’s inside on the phone to my mate Don who deals E – oh do you guys want in on that?” We looked at each-other and I said, “what kind?” Pedro winked at me “Blue angels of course”. Nice one! Blue angels were a really strong batch of E that had gotten harder and harder to track down as their popularity soared and most dealers were now asking twice the regular price for them. Harry and I both put in our orders – mine twice as much as Harry’s. Without saying anything we knew Harry was just gonna be there for tonight and I was staying the weekend. I guess I’d have to get moved into the house on the Monday so – good thing it was a bank-holiday. As Pedro ushered us into his kitchen area I saw a mid-thirties muscular bearish guy wearing just black track-suit bottoms with a white jock strap sticking up, and he was currently talking on the phone. At about 5’9” Finn was well worked-out with a light coating of blond-red fur across his broad chest. His hair on top was short and thinning, but that couldn’t be said for the rest of him – powerful hairy shoulders, hairy small-of-back and (I looked down) oh yeah, hobbit feet. He had a bright-red short-clipped beard and gave us a nod as we entered. I saw a gym bag on the kitchen counter, Pedro later said that Finn was his gym-buddy and had come over straight from there. Pedro got Finn’s attention to add our requests to the order. Finn winked at me as Pedro ushered us out of the kitchen to the living room – and while I knew it was going to be an orgy and we’d all be fucking soon, it was still hot to get winked at by such a hot manly fucker. I winked back and he licked the top of his lips suggestively while stroking his cock through his tracksuit. I grinned and Finn smiled and got stuck back into his deal. In the living room there was a large couch set arranged around a large flatscreen television and behind that was the sexy forty year old with the Caesar haircut, sitting with his back to us in front of Pedro’s computer. This was set up on a dining table – I guess Pedro didn’t entertain much in the usual sense. I saw the distinctive bright orange of the Gaydar webpage and in the background the rich blue of the Gayromeo site. As we approached Pedro called out, “hey Richard we have two more”. Richard turned and stood up – he’d put on clothes in the meantime and was fairly unassuming in them – a blue work shirt and suit pants. “I came from a funeral” he joked, and we laughed, “no seriously” he continued, “but it was my old homophobic boss, and I thought what better way to celebrate his passing, than with a big fucking gay orgy!” We all laughed again and sat on the couch while Harry passed the joint to me. Pedro started asking Harry a bit about how he knew me while Richard said, “guys I’m just checking through some of the guys that Pedro was thinking about inviting, I’ll be over to you in a second” and turned back to the computer. Harry was laughing with Pedro as he regaled him with the time he made a bet with me who could blow more guys in the Pipeworks, and he won. I took my third drag on the joint and then got up and walked around the couch to Richard, passing him the joint. It was making my coke high much more mellow and released the paranoia I had had since the bus. It’s lovely the way weed can do that – just like someone draining a sink or something – all of a sudden you start relaxing all these muscles and you relax your brain as well. All’s chill. Everyone’s here to have fun. Relaxed. I put my hands on Richard’s shoulders (firm and warm beneath the shirt) and looked at the screen. There were three profiles up, one with a giant bottle cock as the main pic. Richard followed my gaze and said “that’s Mac, he’s in the shower”. Nice one! He clicked to the other profiles – one a blonde 20 year old flight attendant and the other a muscular torso aged 25. The flight attendant profile I knew. “Don’t bother with him”, I said and Harry called “who?” from the couch. “Cantrapethewilling20” I replied back. “Oh him”, Harry laughed “yeah he’s just a time waster”. I told Richard the same story that Harry was giving Pedro. “The lad will chat you up, ask exactly what you want to do with him, send you a few naked pics, even arrange a time and a place but then will drop all contact with you”. Richard sneered and said “yeah I thought we’d been talking for a bit too long” and closed the profile window. Passing the joint back up to me for Pedro (I took one sneaky toke cause I was doing Pedro a favour bringing it over to him), Richard then said, “I agree with you about this other lad though, he sounds hot as fuck”. Pedro took the joint off me and told us – “yeah this lad’s a choreographer or some shit called Keiran”. He took a drag while reaching toward the coffee table and for the ashtray, and reaching below, his small silver tray with the goodies on it. “He’s up from Carlisle for some dance competition or something, which he won yesterday, so now he wants to celebrate in style – that sound good to you guys?” Harry smiled and said “Moar dik!” and fist pumped the air, (another mating call of the sexpig!). Harry’s eyes widened a little as he saw the sizeable baggy of coke that Pedro had pulled out. He had chopped up another straw and was crushing the powder with his credit card as I looked over to Harry. I gave him that “are you alright with this?” look, and Harry smiled to me. All good so! On being offered the first line, I took my straw and snorted the powder back like a pro – and not the coke virgin I’d been hours before. As it started hitting me I saw Harry do the same. Richard said he’d do his in a moment while Finn came in from the kitchen, “ah lovely” he said, taking the tray. After I waited for Finn to finish snorting his line, I asked him what had he ordered from Don? He rubbed his nose and smiled, “all the good stuff, some G, some MDMA, a load of E, some strong poppers and Don said he might have some K too”. “K?” I asked, a little incredulously. Special K was harder to get than a still hot cheese and onion melt from a Greggs. Sorry, that’s a bit of an in-joke – Greggs is a chain in the UK that sells what should be perfect hangover food – like bacon and cheese sandwiches – but they’re always stone-cold – suffice to say it was near impossible to get K for ages. I turned back to Harry to see if he’s be ok doing K, but he was preoccupied. Pedro was currently kissing him while taking his hand and putting it into his dressing gown. Finn was saying something to me “…so we can be prepared for later”. I zoned back in, “yeah, sorry, what?” I said. He laughed and said “I was wondering if you wanted to grab a shower in the other bathroom?” and stood up and said “I’m heading there too myself. I’m raced out of the gym without a shower. See?”. He pulled out a damp vest from his training back that he had brought with him and offered it to me. I brought it up to my face and smelled it – glorious earthy mansweat. Nice! I groaned “I love the smell of fresh sweat from a guy” and Finn laughed and said, “well then you’d better come with me to get your last whiff, not everyone’s the same as you and I’m gonna go clean up now”. He took my hand and guided me out of the room. I looked back to see Pedro with his dressing gown open and Harry jacking Pedro’s beautiful 9 incher with pure lust in his eyes. He was fine. Richard was still on the computer sifting through a few more profiles. Finn guided me to a bathroom I hadn’t been in before. There he said pulled down the tracksuit bottoms to show his fuzzy beefy arse lovingly framed in a white jockstrap. I joked “ I bet that drives them wild in the gym”. He laughed and said “you have no idea!” and then stood into the bath/shower area. I noticed a douching shower attachment. As I started to strip down to my underwear Finn said, “so you’re the hot China-white fuck that Pedro was going on and on about all evening?” The very one”, I replied smugly, the coke boosting my confidence centres again. “Do you like what you see?” I asked, flexing one bicep and then the other. “Oh fuck yeah” Finn replied and wrapped his strong hairy arms around my waist. He went on “I’ve been wanting to do this since Pedro showed me your profile pic, ya hot fuck” and pulled me towards him and planted his lips on mine. As he kissed me the coke was surging through my body again, and the feeling of our wet lips crushing together was like two mini-universes colliding – all nerve impulses shooting at once. He wrapped his sweaty body around me, his erection poking into mine from his too-small jockstrap pouch. He ran his right hand up through my hair and started shoving his tongue into me, pushing and poking and forcing my mouth open. Moving my head with hand he took control and worked his jaws against mine. His beard was soft which was good because otherwise I would have gotten serious beardrash from his forceful snogging. Finn clearly was used to taking what he wanted and I was loving it. After what seemed like an age, he pulled back from our kiss and guided my mouth down his furry chest. I could smell the sweat off him – waves of his rich man sweat nuzzling into me. He guided me to each pale pink nipple, but as he didn’t take too long with each I could tell he wasn’t a nipple man. Fair enough – I’m not either unless I’m really fucking high. I nipped and played with each of them before he shoved me into his armpit. “Aw yeah” I thought, as I breathed in his ripe heavy scent. I was in a sea of sensory overload - his overall smell was nutty like walnut and salt– with the slightly bitter tones and all – maybe they suggested he hadn’t showered since yesterday but I was loving it. I shoved my nose into his glistening pit hair and was rewarded with his smell all over my face. He pulled me back to his face. “You really like that don’t ya?” he asked, looking me straight in the eyes. I responded by kissing him passionately. He pulled me to him into the bath and then started pushing my shoulders down. I went down to my knees as I lapped and nuzzled down his furry treasure trail. His ripe bulging jock strap was presented in front of me. I rubbed my face against his straining erection feeling his thick 6” cock through the thin scratchy fabric. He reached down to pull the pouch to side and his hard cock popped out and fell straight into my willing mouth. This is what I loved about gay slutty sex. You can literally just meet someone – have a wink or a smile, and next thing you’re blowing them. I always loved how stripped of bullshit gay relationships could be. I started tonguing Finn’s salty cock, and as my mouth pushed down his shaft I got to base where I saw the curtains matched the drapes. Having the highest proportion of red heads anywhere in the world, I had had my fair share of ginger lovers, but I always loved my first view of their firecrotch. I nuzzled into Finn’s damp thatch and got me a fucking smorgasbord of smells from his sweaty jock and pubes. I breathed in heavily while relaxing my throat so that I could half-deep throat him (which at 6” wasn’t really a problem). Finn responded by moaning, he obviously liked the throat fucking position. I picked up the pace and got into that proper gag-reflex frame of mind – the one that consciously tells your body – “nope I’m in charge here, do what I say” and got Finn into an easy pounding rhythm. As Finn was stuffing my face with his cock, I felt him reach down my back to my jocks and slip his fingers in to slide down my crack. Finding what he was looking for he started to circle my sweaty cum-lubed hole. He chuckled “oh shit dude, I see you’ve been pretty busy today”. I laughed on his cock, which almost made me gag but I got back in control pretty quickly. Finn sped up a bit and while increasing his assplay variations – a bit of poking, some circling, some rubbing the edge of the hole near the taint, - he knew what he was doing – I was in very capable hands – or well, they were in me. He groaned “oh fuck yeah,” and grabbing my hair with his other hand, he started force fucking my throat. He pulled his fingers out of me and shortly after I hear some rattling from the side counter. I looked up to see Finn taking his fingers up to his nose with a tiny metal spoon with a bump of coke in it. After he snorted the bump he started smelling his cum stained fingers. “Oh yeah boy” he muttered, increasing his speed, “oh yeah” he repeated breathily, “just keep doing what you’re doing”. I kept letting him throat fuck me, while I could hear him take a deep whiff of the cum and coke and ass juice smell he got from my ass. “Oh fuck yeah!” I heard Finn exclaim, as I felt his cock swell. Finn grabbed my hair in both hands shoved his cumming cock in as far as it would go. My nose was crushed against his heady crotch and in pig heaven as he began pumping ribbons of cum down my throat. Finn pulled off me and asked to see my hole. I turned around and dropped my jocks and I could feel him pull my cheeks apart. I felt him finger me and then he ordered me to hold them apart. As I did, he grabbed his phone from the counter and took a photo – just showing my spread ass and hole. Showing me the photo, I saw that my hole was a fairly bright pink – a few degrees brighter than its usual pale pink. Oozing out at the top was a pearl of cum Finn had just transferred from his own dripping cock. “I made a bet with Mac,” he said, “that I’d be the next in where Pedro left off, but your deep-throating was so good that I couldn’t help myself”. I turned to him laughed as he sent the photo. “Still,” he went on, “I guess technically it’s true now”. I chuckled, “actually, about that, I’m afraid you’re too late,”. He looked at me intrigued, “what do you mean?” he asked. I thought about telling him but then decide it was best as a horny story to tell the whole group. I said, “well, let me explain when we’re get back to the group”. Then Finn and I took turns using the douche and showering, all the while he kept trying to tease out from me, who else I had been with since earlier. There’s something strangely sweet about douching with another guy. You’re both gay so you should already be past any hang-ups with shit, but this way you both can have a frank chat about it while swapping places on the “hotseat” (the toilet). Maybe it’s one of those interactions that only ever works when high. Eventually we were both running clean, and we were fairly sure the majority of the water had gone out. Finn insisted on testing my hole with his rapidly recovering cock, and as he pulled his semi out and said “yep, all clear” we both heard the doorbell go. 9
NLbear Posted August 16, 2015 Report Posted August 16, 2015 Love this story. Wish I was back in Glasgow and join the party! 1
Harderdeeper Posted August 16, 2015 Report Posted August 16, 2015 This is the best story I have read on here. Incredibly well written. Thank you! 1
r1ver Posted August 16, 2015 Report Posted August 16, 2015 My favourite too. I'm not really into T so I love when I find a chem sex story littered with coke and mdma. Helps that's it's beautifully written too! 1
rough-one Posted August 17, 2015 Author Report Posted August 17, 2015 (edited) Previously… Finn and I took turns using the douche and showering, all the while he kept trying to tease out from me, who else I had been with since earlier. There’s something strangely sweet about douching with another guy. You’re both gay so you should already be past any hang-ups with shit, but this way you both can have a frank chat about it while swapping places on the “hotseat” (the toilet). Maybe it’s one of those interactions that only ever works when high. Eventually we were both running clean, and we were fairly sure the majority of the water had gone out. Finn insisted on testing my hole with his rapidly recovering cock, and as he pulled his semi out and said “yep, all clear” we both heard the doorbell go. Right so… Finn and I grabbed two of Pedro’s towels and wrapped them around our waist. Following Finn, we made our way to the living room to see Harry wiping his mouth, sitting on the couch, and Richard in the same position – in front of the computer. Most of Harry’s clothes had been discarded at this stage and he was just wearing a bright blue jockstrap on his tight hairy body. He nodded at us and said “Pedro’s gone to the door”, and added, “I see you guys took your time!” I laughed and sat down on his right, with Finn heading out to see if Pedro needed any help. I looked to Harry and cocked an eyebrow, “everything ok babe?” I asked him. He laughed and wiped the side of his mouth again, “oh yeah, apart from a jaw ache. You definitely weren’t kidding about Pedro”. I looked at the discarded clothes, and asked “so did you guys get to fucking then?” He smiled his gorgeous smile and said “not yet, though Pedro started to finger me a bit. Thank fuck I douched before coming here.” We laughed at that – we’ve all had moments that we wished we’d douched, though I’ve found that the most forgiving guys are at sex parties (as opposed to one-on-one hook-ups). Typically they’ll quickly tell you to go back to the bathroom and accompany you in and chat to you while they wash their dick. All very breezy. Harry continued, “I was thinking I might start on a smaller cock before I let him at me. – y’know, so I can work up to him. How was Finn?” I answered honestly, “a good bit smaller than Pedro, though still substantial, about 6”, although I think it got bigger toward the end of the blowjob. I know one thing for sure – my throat still hurts” I ran my hand up and down Harry’s thigh while we continued on in this line of banter, whereupon I recommended Finn to stretch out his hole, followed by me (and with this I leaned over and let my left hand go behind him and start exploring between his hairy cheeks) then I suggested that maybe Pedro could rim him to start it all off, cause he was so good at it, when, speak of the Devil, in walked the two lads with two new lads beside them. Of the two new lads, the first had to be Mac, as he was in a towel like Finn and I. He was maybe about his late 30s, 6’6”, and had a lean runner’s build. Under his towel I thought I could see a real monster-cock swinging. He was wearing glasses, and was probably blind without them, judging by how big his eyes were through the lenses. Overall he gave off a school-teacher/civil servant vibe and definitely I wouldn’t have pegged him to be a total drug fiend, as I later found out. The other lad Don was all clad in leather – not ROB of Berlin leather or anything like that – but biker leathers – fingerless gloves, a tight fitting leather jacket and matching pants with a red stripe up the sides. He had a shaved head and a bit of an Eastern European look and was pretty well put together. He was currently chatting with Finn and Pedro while they sat down around the sofa. He and Mac came over and introduced themselves to us. Richard waved at the lads and then went back to the Gaydar chatroom saying he had one or two hopeful leads, and that the dancer wouldn’t be over till he could escape his dancer friends after the pubs closed, maybe after a nightclub. We laughed and left him back to it – some guys are all about trying to arrange the perfect sex party, rather than focus on who’s there. Still though, I knew I would be appreciating all his efforts later. Glasgow wasn’t London, it was harder here to try and arrange an orgy with guys all around the same calibre and try to convince some other lads to join. You had to put a lot of energy into getting the right group together. If you put a call out on the gaydar chatroom, you’d either end up with unsuitable lads contacting you (and I know – “what is unsuitable?” varies from group to group – in one it might be guys who are too vanilla and who’d probably bolt at the first sight of pills and powders – which Don was currently spreading out on the coffee table – in another group, “unsuitable” might be guys who are too into taking the favours and not really into the fucking – in later years I had a few “leeches” as I called ’em, in my orgies, and tended only to call them over when I’d gotten well and truly fucked up and had hidden a private stash). Anyways – I digress – Don was talking to us about how he couldn’t stay long (he had other deliveries) and had explained to Pedro and Finn how much K to snort. The blue angels were being divvied up on the table with Harry apportioning his and mine, while I ran off to the bathroom to get Finn’s bag and my wallet. The MDMA and G that Pedro had bought, was added to the pile for everyone and I was asked to get a bottle of Irn Bru (a Scottish soft drink – an acquired taste to non-natives) on my way back through the kitchen. While getting Finn’s bag I saw it was open, so I curiously poked around (I’m a nosey fucker sometimes – I won’t deny it) and saw some syringe packets. “Fuck” I thought, “better not show Harry these, or he’ll bolt”. When I brought the stuff back in, I watched Finn take his moneyclip out and then pack his bag carefully away after paying Don. While doing this, there was a good bit of eye contact between him and Pedro. Now, I’m no Sherlock Holmes, but I felt I pretty quickly got a read the situation – it looked to me like he and Pedro would be doing some harder drugs later (injecting mephedrone or something) but were good enough to not “frighten the horses” by doing them in front of everyone. Fair enough, I thought. Pedro opened up a new pack of shot glasses that had been on sideboard and Finn started making up shots of Irn Bru with droppers of G in em. Don started lecturing us a bit about the various drugs, namely Harry, Mac and me, I guess the others were old hats at them. Don’s accent was a weird mix of Glaswegian (the rougher accent) and some eastern country with harsh z’s and t’s. I found out later that he was Czech or something but had been over here for years. He continued, “alright lads, here’s the deal with G - the dose can be between 1 and 2 mls and you have to be very careful spacing out the shots. This is cause you can overdose really easily if you’re not careful. It all depends on your weight and loads of other factors. So you’ll all be taking just 1 ml per dose tonight and Finn here will be keeping the G and administering it. He knows how to time it.” Finn cut in then with “yeah and I won’t be giving anyone anything more outside of that time. So don’t even try to ask me for it. It’s a total buzzkill to have some lad overdose and be writhing around in front of everyone. Worse, if you really overdo it you could die.” Finn and Don said all this in a surprisingly calm tone but I could see Harry turn a bit pale. Don was still speaking “but like with all drugs, respect G and she’ll give you a fun ride.” Finn passed out the shot glasses for each of us except Don. Richard tore himself away from the computer and came over and joined us. I noticed we each got two. He motioned that we drink the left shot glass of Irn Bru and G and then the right one (just Irn Bru) immediately after, in order to try and get the taste out. I thought to myself “how bad can it taste?” Finn counted down “one two three” and we all knocked them back. I found my answer immediately – the stuff was easily one of the most disgusting tastes I ever had – so artificial and wrong. I’ve eaten Durian in Malaysia on a dare and this shit was nastier. I felt like I was swallowing bleach, and probably wasn’t too far wrong considering the stuff is marketed as video cleaner or something. I looked over at Harry while I quickly downed the other shot. “Fuck!” he grimaced, “I’ll never ask people “what’s your poison” again! I now know what it is – Fuckin G” As Finn was passing around the Irn-Bru bottle to the lads to get the soapy remains of the G out of their mouths, I noticed Don and Pedro chatting and walking to the hallway. I followed them and overheard Pedro say “…so stop by later if you’re free”. Don looked down at his phone, and said, “I’m pretty busy Pedro, and my boyfriend might want to meet up tomorrow. I think he wants to go hiking or some shit like that”. I walked up to Pedro and Don and “by accident” dropped my towel. “Whoops”, I smirked and turned around to pick it up. As I slowly picked it up (but didn’t put it back on) I said to Don, “dude, thanks for all the advice on the drugs,” and walking right up to face him, “and I know I’d really appreciate it if you could drop by again”. Don was transfixed looking at my smooth pale toned body. I leant in and kissed him on his thin lips. His fingerless-glove covered hands started to rub the top of my ass as he began to kiss back. Breaking our kiss, Don said admiringly, “you’ve a saucy one there Pedro”. Pedro reached over and started playing with my ass, “yeah Finn was telling me this chico’s already taken a load since mine today, and I only left him out of here three hours ago. Isn’t that right chico?” he asked, as he playfully slapped my ass. All I felt was four hands all over my ass and I was in pig heaven. Pedro got behind me and squatted down to start rimming my hole. I started groaning into my kiss with Don, once again made a quivering mess by Pedro’s superb ass-eating skills. After a while of snogging Don, he pulled back and whispered “suck my dick” as quiet as can be and started pushing my head down with one hand while the other started to unbuckle his leather pants. As my head reached his waist I was shocked as Don pulled out a very nice 7” semi hard-on with a tribal tattoo on it. I looked up and said, “fuck dude that must’ve hurt”. He smiled his thin-lipped smile at me and started whapping his cock off my cheeks to get fully hard. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, still a bit distracted by Pedro who was going hell-for-leather rimming my back passage. Don slapped his cock off of my tongue a bit and then spat down into my open mouth. Hot! He grabbed my hair and my tongue slid down his shaft. I was a bit slow to suck on him as it was my first tattooed dick and I wanted a closer look. However Don wasn’t having any of that, and literally opened my mouth with his free hand and forced me down him. He worked his cock in and out of me then fucking my mouth. I’d hear him mutter “Oh fuck”, Don whispered through gritted teeth, “oh yeah, suck it bitch”. Looking up at him he’d sneer at me and spit down on my upturned face. While this was going on Pedro was giving it loads at my ass. He was rubbing his head and whole face up my crack and then in the process of going down again, he would rapidly shake his head and stuck-out tongue from side to side. It was hot though quite distracting. I kept losing my rhythm on Don’s cock cause of Pedro’s attention to my hole. This situation went on for about 5 minutes, with Don increasing the pace, and every now and again slapping my face either with his hand or with his cock. “Fuck” I thought, “this dude plays rough” – I would later learn that Don was a card-carrying member of the very small gay BDSM scene in Glasgow. Then as he got close, he signalled to Pedro, who grabbed swapped places with Don, and fed me his long dark Spanish cock. I felt Don roughly shove one finger up me, then two, and then with no warning he shoved his spit-lubed cock all into me at once. I bucked at the rude entrance and almost bit Pedro’s cock off. “Whehdefuh” I managed to say over Pedro’s cock, which was working my sore throat. Don just smacked, no, punched, both my ass cheeks really hard (to distract from the pain of my hole I guess – it worked for five seconds) and started ramming his cock in and out. “Oh fuck yeah”, Don grunted, and quickening his pace I realised his cock was growing even more in that characteristic way just before cumming – I had obviously done a good job blowing him – or maybe he hadn’t cum in a while – I later heard his very vanilla boyfriend was completely unaware of his double lives in BDSM and in dealing and thought Don was a carpenter or some shit. With a couple more painful thrusts, I felt his cock squirt his juices inside me – once, twice, three times. Don then pulled out very unceremoniously and brought my cock around to my mouth. Don tried shoving his cock in to fit it beside Pedro’s darker one, (it thankfully didn’t work, and I thankfully don’t have stretch marks – there was no way I could fully fit those two big boys in at the same time. Pedro’s cock simply got pushed out). Don said, “clean it bitch” and remembering Harry’s remark earlier, I also felt so happy I took the time to douche. It’s just I’m not really into licking my own crap off anyone’s cock. This was hot though – just my ass juices and Don’s cum. As I spit-polished his knob, I looked up to see Don give Pedro a little twisted white paper baggy (the ones made of cigarette-rolly wrappers) and say “this is for your bitch – for a job well done”. Then pulling his cock out and stuffing it back into his leathers, he pulled me by my hair up to standing, and kissed me. “Good job bitch”, he whispered and then spat in my mouth. With that he turned and left. I stood there a bit dazed, ass dripping, face covered in spit, looking over at Pedro who was grinning. Pedro chuckled and said, “well chico, I guess you left a good impression with Don!” I heard a slow clap from the hall and looked over to the doorway where Mick and Finn were looking at us, both jacking their cocks under their towels. Mick piped up, “looks like we’ve an early contender for the biggest slut of the party”. I laughed and wiped my face and said “lads, you’ve no idea just how slutty I can get!” Finn laughed and said, “well, the slut gauntlet has now been thrown!” I started to walk toward them and suddenly wobbled. Pedro caught my arm and looked me over with a smile, and then asked, “was that Don or is it the G?” It was the G. And oh fuck, it was hitting me. Suddenly I felt hornier than ever, and a rush of heat spread across my body. I staggered again and looked at Pedro and laughed. He answered his own question. “It’s the G so”, he concluded, “well, let’s get you back into the living room” and leaning heavily on him I walked back in. As I was walking back in I said to the lads, “well my thinking with Don was, I can’t let a guy I haven’t fucked before, leave a sex party unfucked. I mean”, and I paused for a quick breath, before exclaiming to all and sundry, “I am that fuckin’ kid in the sweetshop. I want to try all the flavours. All the dick! Nothing turns me on more than a bit of strange*”. And then I looked at Pedro and Finn, both who I’d already fucked before, and added quickly “and groupsex – that’s the other thing, oh, and sex on drugs too, oh and dealers. I love to fuck me a dealer. Oh and I still haven’t told you about the load I got today…” *Strange is a term we use here to describe “dick or pussy you haven’t had before” – like the joke goes “If a guy could take four things to a desert island what would they be? Food, Shelter, Pussy and Strange Pussy” As I was babbling on, we got back into the living room to see Harry still in his blue jock strap smoking a newly rolled joint. Harry was the best joint roller I knew and could knock up a killer spliff in 30 seconds flat and they were always consistently good – they never fell apart and they always burned evenly. He was looking over Richard’s shoulder at the computer screen. Richard had one hand on the mouse and with his other hand he was fingering Harry. Harry looked up at us and said “what kept ya lads?” grinning his wicked fuckin grin at us. I sauntered over and nabbed the joint from him (I’m never one to miss an opportunity) and asked “are ya feeling the G yet Harry?” Harry looked thoughtful and replied, “I think so, I mean, I feel all drunk and slutty, but that could be just me”. We both laughed a riot at that and dropping my towel, I took his head in my hands and kissed him full on the mouth – a big old snog. Breaking off, I said, “I feel fucking brilliant, and I’ve still to tell ye all about the ride I got since I left Pedro’s” Cajoling Richard off the computer wasn’t too hard and I lead him and Harry back to the couch where the others were. It was one of those big L-shaped sets, so there was enough room for all of us. I walked around the coffee table to face the line-up of the party. On my left was Finn sitting on the separable footrest, passing out blue pills from the goody tray, some diamond shaped and some with angels on them (no prizes for guessing what they were!). Directly in front of me was Mac with an open towel jacking his massive (and still a bit soft) cock. I guessed the G was working on him too. Harry was at my “1 O’ Clock” sitting in the corner join and reaching over to give Mac a helping hand. Then on my right, Pedro and Richard were sitting on the main part of the couch. Pedro was pouring Irn Bru for people to knock their pills back with. Richard was still in shirt and pants looking back anxiously at the computer. After I took my pills (2 E and a Viagra) I said to the group, “so lads, I’m gathering you all around to hear the tale of “Stuart’s many loads” which I believe will help pass the time while we wait for the V and E to kick in” This got a chuckle out of them. I continued “as I believe ye all know, I only met this fine man here”, indicating at Pedro before I went on, “…today through an old fuck buddy Andrew. He was meant to be riding him today, but his bad luck at having to cover a double shift at the restaurant meant my wonderful luck at meeting him. Today. At 4pm. When he gave me the royal-est of royal fuckings” The boys were all listening now. Harry and Mack had slowed down their jacking and Richard wasn’t looking back to the computer anymore – Oh wait no, he had his phone out! I rolled my eyes at Richard, who had the decency to put it away. I detailed how I met Pedro, and how Pedro had been waiting for me. Finn and Mac both laughed out loud as I described the whole door-ajar thing – he’d obviously done it before. When I was describing that Pedro didn’t want me to rim him – a small detail I thought, Pedro chimed in and said “Well chico, the thing is…” and he paused and leaned backward with his dressing gown falling open to expose his glorious golden body. His rose tattooed pec was glistening and taut as he used his hands behind himself to push his crotch out over the edge of his couch. As he lifted his legs in the air, Pedro kept unwavering eye-contact with me. He licked his fingers and brought them down to his own dark brown hole, that was now shunted into view. As everyone’s attention was transfixed on Pedro’s digits circling his own hole, he continued, “…I learned all my rimming skills from the motherfucking king of rimming, and I only get rimmed by people who’ve learned from him”. Harry snorted into some Irn Bru he was drinking and said “there’s a Mister Miyagi of rimming??” and tried to do a Mister Miyagi “Rim on… Rim off” quote, but kept breaking into laughter. Pedro scooted back into his seat, having proven his point and after Harry stopped giggling about Mister Miyagi, I continued. I next described the coke-fucking and how Pedro had promised me I’d be sober by 7pm – many chuckles were had there too (the lying bastard!). After this I described my race through the east-end to my new house, my brief meet-up with my friend Bill (Richard asked me if he was bi and up for fun. I let him down gently) and my tea with the landlords downstairs, and how hot they were. I had the lads (even Richard) on the edge of their seats now (though not like Pedro five minutes before). I told them how when I got to the bedroom, Blair and Davie cornered me about being high as a kite holding one of Pedro’s spliffs. I took a breath. There was no chatter now. They were hanging on my every word. Pedro broke the silence and said “Aw chico, had I known I was gonna get you in trouble…” I cut him off, “no no Pedro, I was just thinking, I need two volunteers for the next bit to show you exactly what happened.” I should interject at this point to tell you I can become a bit of a bossy bastard while high – getting guys to roleplay really in-depth scenes, and so on. So unsurprisingly I grabbed Mac and made him kneel on the main couch beside Richard, and asked Richard to copy Mac’s pose. I basically got the two lads to recreate how Blair and Davie had been in front of me. Of course at this point they (Blair and Davie) had been asking me to recreate what I had done with Pedro, so it was all getting a bit too “meta” as we’d say, like Andy Warhol’s bean cans, but fuck it, I powered on). I recounted how I had been wearing clothes, but thought “go balls deep or go home” and had stripped naked and knelt in front of my new landlords. As I said this I also acted it out by kneeling in front of Richard and Mac. The two were grinning from ear-to-ear as I unzipped Richards pants to pull out his dripping-precum and rock-hard 7” cock. I took Richard’s cock in my mouth and stroked Mac’s thick juicy semi. Richard’s cock smelled and tasted of lavender soap (which was the showergel in the main bathroom) and fit snugly in my mouth. There was a lovely velvety head of foreskin on it too to play around with and the pre-cum was clear and not-to-sweet – Fuck I feel like I was a food critic the way I just described Richard’s cock! It was lovely, let’s leave it at that! I was enjoying Richard’s cock so much I had to look up at all the guys motioning for me to say what happened next before I reluctantly pulled back off him to continue the tale. At this point I guided Richard slowly down off the couch as I narrated to the guys that this was when Davie came around to help me blow Blair. I took the spliff from Pedro as I told them the two lads had passed me down a spliff at this stage (and if keeping artistic integrity meant I hopped the line of lads waiting for a toke, then so be it!) Getting Richard to help me suck Mac was a great idea cause there was an awful lot more of Mac than there was of Blair, and I wasn’t looking forward to breaking my jaw on it alone. We lapped at his heavy monster – he was close to Pedro’s length, but he also had a lot more girth. A huge amount more! With that monster, I could understand him not being fully erect – I jokingly thought he could die of blood loss if it ever happened (he didn’t as it turned out later). Richard and I were passionately kissing over, around and sometimes without Mac’s cock. I was really getting into telling the guys what to do and so had whispered to each of them their next roles as I unbuttoned Richard’s shirt. Richard had shucked off the rest of his clothes and was squatting on the balls of his feet beside me, erect dick sticking out a perfect 90 degree angle.. I turned to go down on his leaking cock again when I felt Mac’s hand on my head. He recited Blair’s accusations like I told him to, and force-fucked my head down on Richard’s cock. As he talked about fucking me and “Davie” needing to prepare me, Richard’s turned me around and bent to start to rim me. At this point I looked up at the couch see the lads were moving to sit side by side with a clear view of my ass. Harry took Finn’s and Pedro’s cocks in his hand and started pumping them. And then I felt it. I knew who the Mr. Miyagi of rimming was. Richard – you glorious bastard you! Words fail me here guys. I'll always, years later, wish I had kept Richard's number. We stayed in contact for a year or so after this and met up a few times, but then cause of relationships and jobs we drifted apart. I really wish I could have gotten my later boyfriends to have a threesome with Richard just to know his fucking secret. The man should teach classes. I groaned something incomprehensible and Pedro looked me in the eyes and we had that instant flash of communication. He knew I knew. I knew he knew I knew. He knew... you get it. I burbled and said "fuck it the rest of the story was..." I trailed off as Richard, unassuming Richard, restarted a fresh assault on my asshole. I tried again "...I mean, the rest can wait..." I descended into a babbling mess again. Richard was forcefully shoving my asscheeks open and was doing something - I fucking don't know what - but something to my sphincter with the side of his tongue. The thing about his rimmming style was it wasn't about quantity or force, he was all about subtlety and knowing the perfect pleasure buttons to press and showing me new ways to take in sensations from my ass. I arched my back and looked up at Harry. He was sucking on Finn's cock while Pedro was pushing his fingers in to circle his hole. He gave me a quizzical look as he raised a leg to give Pedro better access - he later said he was at first a bit baffled at my change in tone, but then I seemingly (I don't remember this part) just said "Mister Miyagi", "Mist-er, fuck-ing, Mi-ya-gi!" and then made an oooooh sound and descended back into gibberish. Richard - if you ever read this - come find me dude. After an indefinite period of pure rimming pleasure, I noticed that as I thrashed around in response to Richard I loved every muscle movement I was making. I started to feel even more energetic, I closed my eyes and squinted, and each time I squinted it seemed like I was releasing little squirts of pleasure into my brain. The pleasure was building and building like going up a rollercoaster. The Blue Angels had me and I was coming up. Edited August 17, 2015 by rough-one 1 7
rough-one Posted August 17, 2015 Author Report Posted August 17, 2015 Lads I put the last two chapters up last night cause I'll be on holiday for about a week, but I'll get back on to this afterwards. Cheers S.
NLbear Posted August 17, 2015 Report Posted August 17, 2015 Enjoy! So you will be rested to write a few more chapters when you come back :-) 1
streetmonkey Posted August 17, 2015 Report Posted August 17, 2015 Fella, this is without a doubt one of the best stories I've ever read on here. Really natural, realistic and incredibly horny. And I love Stuart's cockiness. Cheers. Can't wait for more. Ps heading on holiday to Scotland myself next week. Shame you're going to be away yourself ;-) 2
rough-one Posted August 25, 2015 Author Report Posted August 25, 2015 Previously… After an indefinite period of pure rimming pleasure, I noticed that as I thrashed around in response to Richard, I loved every muscle movement I was making. I started to feel even more energetic, I closed my eyes and squinted, and each time I squinted it seemed like I was releasing little squirts of pleasure into my brain. The pleasure was building and building like going up a rollercoaster. The Blue Angels had me and I was coming up. Right so… I was coming up on E. I fucking love that realisation. That feeling when you know – “ok brain, for the next few hours I’m gonna just be in pure bliss”, and it just keeps building. How can I describe it to people who haven’t tried it? Let’s try it this way - if you think of the dopamine or whatever the pleasure neurochemical is, as sugar; it feels like you’re pouring sugar into a heap in your brain. You can feel the extra sugar just piling up in a bigger and bigger heap, higher and higher, and if you take a breath and concentrate, you can feel each grain of sugar as it hits the pile and bounces down the ever increasing mound – each grain that it knocks off of is a neural synapse of pleasure triggered. You can just roll your (very dilated) eyes back in your head and just soak up this bliss. Add that to all your nerve endings being amplified to max sensuality (stroking woolly things and your friends’ hair feels amazing) and your energy levels going through the roof, it’s the perfect drug for sex. It does cause some problems with some people’s hard-ons, but the Viagra usually takes care of that if you take it at the same time or a little bit before it. Man, even thinking about it now reminds me how much I fucking love shagging on E. It’s the fucking tops! Of course, like all drugs there are the negative effects that you just have to accept. It’s almost impossible to cum while on it, and when the pills start wearing off, you stop being able to feel any pleasure for a day or two or three. It’s like the Ecstasy pulls all your pleasure-sense from the next three days and piles them into one massive 5-10 hour rush (or longer depending on how many pills you take before crashing). You can keep raising the roof on this by taking more pills, but there comes a point where it doesn’t matter how many pills you take, your brain’s had it and refuses to cooperate anymore, and you just need to chill the fuck out and recover for a few days. This period I always hated. Being “scagged out” is what my group of mates used to call it. The other effects of ecstasy mean that you’re not able to usually sleep through this (though a lot of my mates would then take a sleeping tablet to do just that – which is fine if you’re not due in work in a few hours). I generally just smoked a fuck-tonne of weed to get me through this part. I still remember the first time I took E – it was with Bill while he was still in university. While he and his straight friends all just wanted to dance, I wanted to fuck anyone there – from the beginning drugs have always made me a complete and utter slut. I even remember coming on to two girls at the party, that’s how fucking desperate I was for a shag! Then during the scagged out part we all ended up walking around Dundee on New Year’s Day desperately looking for a dealer to get us Xanax or something cause the weed wasn’t helping much. I still remember walking through a cinema car park at midday like a zombie. It was where we were meant to meet a dealer who flaked out on us – the sunlight was too bright, there were all these fucking noisy people around, it was fucking hell. We eventually just gave up and spent the next day and half, huddled in Bill’s gaff trying to enjoy watching reruns of Southpark, smoking spliffs and drinking a shitload of tea, and just “getting through” it. Mind you, the first time you’re scagged out – that’s usually the roughest. Anyways, at the party I was coming up. I was naked on all fours in front of the couch being rimmed by Richard, the fucking king of rimming, while I was blowing Mac, who was still only semi hard cause he was so fucking big. I pulled my head off of Mac’s cock and said hoarsely “oh fuck, it’s hitting me, it’s hitting me hard, oh fuck”. I looked around to the others, and sure enough they were all feeling the effects too. Finn was sitting with his head back while face-fucking Harry, who was leaning across Finn’s lap, while getting fingered by Pedro. I smiled at Harry, who flashed me his wicked dimpled grin – well as much as he could with his lips around Finn’s cock. His eyes were massive now too. Richard started doing something with his chin’s beard hair on my hole. Everything started to feel interconnected. Richard’s energy was bleeding, no, “rasping” into me as I was mingling my energy with Mac by jacking him off. The tides of this energy were ever rising. I shoved my hole back at Richard’s expert rimming as I licked Mac’s monster cock like a lollipop. I arched my back and groaned “ah faaaaack yeah”. I submerged myself in Richard’s mouth – his mouth was stimulating every part of my body – my nerves were all radiating from my hole outwards. As he slobbered and nibbled and licked and deftly poked his tongue into my pink pucker, he was playing my senses like piano wires. I stopped licking Mac, I was too caught up in Richard’s attentions. Mac was ok though, he just went over to Finn and fed him his cock. Finn was now staring at me and was a little surprised to be butted by Mac’s dick. Without breaking eye contact with me, he opened his mouth and let Mac feed him his heavy semi-hard meat. Finn’s eyes were massive too. I knew right now that Finn was sending me thoughts that he was really blowing my cock, and through the sexual energy in the room, I could feel myself being blown by him, through Mac’s cock. Ecstasy can be a bit trippy that way, plus, these Blue Angels were cut a little with LSD I think. Mac meanwhile helped take the towel off of Finn so Harry could get better access to Finn’s cock, while Mac began to play with his hole. After a couple of minutes of this, Finn moved off of Mac’s cock to turn to his left and reposition himself over Harry. The two of them started to sixty-nine, while Mac and Pedro both were jacking themselves and playing with the respective lads’ holes. Even though we were all flying like kites now, it was a bit early for Finn and Harry to be fucked, as Mac found out when he got a bit too eager with Finn’s hole, trying to get three fingers in. Finn pushed him off and so Mac went round to Pedro, who started blowing him. All this happened while I was in this blessed out state, having Richard work his magic and destroy all future boyfriend’s attempts at rimming me, just by this (and about three other that year) masterful performances. I remember having these thoughts that Richard was some sort of computer programmer, and he was hacking into my interface, creating new codes and wiring all these sub-routines. Sounds like a pile of shite, I know, but that’s ecstasy for ya. After what seemed like an age, Richard pulled back from me. I turned around to him and literally with tears in my eyes and shaky voice, I managed to say “Richard, thank you so much for sharing that with me”. He just chuckled and wiped a tear that escaped. “Don’t mention it lad” he said, but I continued “no Richard, seriously dude, you have a gift!” He smiled bashfully and replied “well it’s always good to be appreciated”. I said “fuck appreciated, you have to pass this on!” “What do you mean?” he asked. I stroked the side of his face and leaned in to kiss him, tasting my ass on him. I’ve always like the taste of myself – I’ve a savoury smell, like steak in pepper sauce (a weird way to describe myself, I know, but honestly I just took a whiff of my pits there to try and figure it out and that’s the closest I can get). The kiss lengthened, and lengthened and as the E was pouring its sugary effects in the back of our brains, it felt like Richard and I were mingling our essences. I loved him so deeply. He loved me. We were pure. Dammit if ecstasy isn’t the greatest fucking drug out there! After a while we broke our kiss and I reeled. I took a little time to remember who I was, what I was doing and what I wanted to do next. I stood up. My 7.5 inch cock was standing out proud, the Viagra was working. Richard popped me into his mouth and I languorously stretched back. Now normally I’m not mad about blowjobs. I love giving them, but I’m usually a bit impatient about receiving them- they’re not mind-blowing to me (pardon the pun). However with all the right chems I was loving Richard’s wet slurping mouth making a perfect fuckhole for my cock. I started to slowly grind up into his mouth. He slowed me down to a gentle rhythm. Fuck he was good. Leaning back to look at the other guys, I saw Finn and Harry were sprawled across the main part of the couch now, sixty-nining. Pedro and Mac had moved over to the computer and I heard buttons tapping away. I locked gazes with Finn who pulled off Harry’s cock and offered it to me, grinning. I turned around, taking my cock out of Richard and presenting my hole once again to him. Then I bent down to take Harry in my mouth. As I did Finn started licking at where my lips ended and Harry’s cock began. Richard enthusiastically started back at doing what he did best. I pulled off of Harry to snog Finn. We were grinning as we kissed, as if we were sharing a dirty secret. I broke off and licked up the shaft of Harry’s thick 7” cock, while Finn engulfed the head. As I reached the top Finn and I would snog, then we’d break off and repeat our actions. Harry moaned in appreciation. I lowered the point where I started licking up, first down to his balls, then down to the join between the leg and the taint. If you haven’t ever tried it, this can be a really sensitive area on a guy, just trying sucking and lapping down there on your next trick, and see how he likes it. Though be warned - for a good few guys it can be too sensitive and they’ll seize up and push you off. As I did this I heard gasps from Harry. I knew he loved this area being licked, and usually after a little bit of this, he was putty in my hands (and it tended to turn him into a total bottom). Then as I came up to snog Finn again I took another onslaught of Richard’s tongue. It was sensory overload, a wave of pleasure that had washed over me. After a while he relaxed a little, and I took stock of where I was – snogging Finn (a little distractedly), with Harry’s cock in between us in our hands and Richard taking a breather behind me and ever in the background that glorious trickle-tickle of the coming-up of E. I pulled back to take a breath. “Richard”, I called back, “you’re gonna have to take a break on me dude, I’m in bits with your rimming”. I heard a laugh from Richard, while Finn grinned as he started sucking Harry again. I turned to Richard with a cocked eyebrow, and continued, “but I want to see what the hell you’re doing to me. So I propose that Harry be our rimming model!” I heard muffled noises from Harry at the other end of the couch (his mouth was busy with Finn’s cock) while Finn pulled off of Harry and laughed and said “What are ya trying to do now Stuart?” “Let me show you” I gleefully replied. I got up and quickly moved Finn off of Harry, while Richard came up to kneel beside us. Getting Finn to hold Harry’s ass up in the air, while Harry balanced on his shoulders and neck on the couch below. Harry had a hairy hole that he loved getting played with – fingering, toys, multiple cocks, Harry’s hole had seen a lot of action but you wouldn’t think it to look at it – he was a tight bastard who needed a lot of preparation to fuck. I turned to Richard and asked him, “dude show me what the hell you did to me!” Richard shrugged and said, “I can try to show you, but I just follow my gut mostly”. “Well whatever you’re gonna do, let’s get on with it, someone rim my ass already!” Harry shouted up to us. We all laughed and then Richard bent down and started to flick his tongue across Harry’s wet sphincter. Harry started moaning. As I watched I started to try and note how deep Richard went in his rhythm, how he varied between slow and fast, how he teased Harry to make him beg for Richard to eat him deeper and longer. I wish I had a video camera, cause I was in no fit state to remember anything. The abiding memory of the whole act, was Richard handing over Harry’s ass to me and then to Finn and getting us to repeat an action he’d just done. It was like we were passing a glass of wine and Richard was a wine expert telling us how to taste it. I still clearly remember Harry’s upside-down body rocking on his shoulders as Richard held his ass and passed him between us. With each repeatable motion we would dip down in between his cheeks and try our best to use our tongues like Richard. Harry tasted amazing, I could taste Finn and Richard’s spit mingled with Harry’s own scent. Harry was in another world of bliss and later told me it was one of his top five sexual experiences of all time. We must have spent at least an hour in Richard’s rimming session, cause next thing I remember, Pedro was coming over telling Richard that he’d been online again chatting to that dancer, who was making his way to us – it was 2 am and the nightclubs were closing. Richard smiled and said, “Andrew and his mate will be finishing their shift too then”. “What?” I asked, “you invited Andrew over? When did this happen?” Richard laughed and replied, “I got the idea when you were telling us how you met Pedro. Andrew’s an old fuck-buddy of mine and I sent him a quick text while you were talking about Pedro coke-fucking you.” Was there anyone who hadn’t fucked Andrew? To answer my own question; no. Not many. Andrew was a massive whore, who considered a day without dick as a waste. Pedro at this point mentioned something to Mac about Caverject, and next thing I know he whipped out a syringe and an alcohol swab from the sideboard and took Mac’s cock in his hands. I cringed but didn’t look away. I could feel Harry’s ass clench under my fingers. Later he told me that this was one of the reasons he left a couple of hours later. The needles were a step too far for him. Though to be fair Pedro did motion Mac over to the side of the room to administer the dose. I could still see it from my position. The syringe went surprisingly deep into the side on Mac’s cock. Afterwards Mac held a tissue on the injection site and sat at the computer saying “I’ll be out of action for a little bit guys”. At this point Harry pulled a few cushions under his shoulders and had lowered his ass to about 45 degrees off the couch. Finn started to tease Harry’s hole with his cock. Standing over Harry’s upturned ass, Finn spat down on Harry’s already spit-slick hole and started pushing his hard cock down to move the spit around. Harry turned to me and winked and I immediately knew what he was thinking. I turned to ask Pedro where his nearest lube was but he was a bit busy – having come round and bent Richard over beside me. Right now he was starting to finger the 40 year old’s furry hole. I remembered Harry’s own bag of tricks and found the Boot’s bag behind the couch with Harry’s clothes. I took one bottle in each hand and passed them silently to Finn and Pedro. They both smiled their thanks and opened them up. I stood watching as Finn rubbed his cock with lube and then squeezed out a blob on Harry’s hole. Pushing his cock down he started to edge the head in. Harry started groaning as Finn slowly edged a bit more and bit more of himself in. I felt my cock getting stroked and then something cold. I looked down to see Pedro prepping my cock and lining it up with Richard’s hole, and was that some white powder mixed in with the lube? Richard, eager for his coke fix, pushed back against my hard cock. I stood there and let him work his way back onto me. Only once he started an easy motion, did I start to gently respond. I’d be the opposite of Don in topping. I’m all about making the bottom comfortable and making sure there’s no trapped air if possible. I guess it comes from being vers. You know what you like in a normal fuck and most others want the same. I watched as the coke-laced lube plunged into Richards hole and disappeared after a few strokes. Pedro was watching too, and looked up to me. “Hold on tight Stuart” he said, “as soon as that kicks in Richard’s gonna be a wild ride”, and then patted my ass and walked over to Mac. I lost track of what they were doing as I just focussed on Richard’s tight hot hole enveloping my cock. The E was trickling down from my brain to my spine to my cock, and mingling with Richard’s now highly stimulated hole. Richard’s groans changed in pitch, to become deeper, more primal. He started shoving himself against me with more and more force. “Oh yeah, fuck me Stuart” he grunted out. I got into a quicker rhythm with him and raised one bent leg on the coffee table for better access. I swear I could feel how Richard was taking my cock and where his prostate was, not just from my perspective, but from his. I/we started building up the pace, smacking my hips into his increasingly sweaty meaty ass. I grabbed both hairy cheeks with my hands and felt them being grabbed as Richard. As I/we pulled almost fully back and shoved in, in increasing speed, I/we felt my cock push open our/my ring and push past to massage our/my prostate. This was fucking intense. I looked across to see Finn fucking Harry to the hilt and as Finn and I made eye-contact, he sped up to match my rhythm. This pounding went on for an age. Richard could take all I could give him. Sweat was dripping down our faces and backs, and adding lube to where we joined. Ecstasy makes you sweat gallons, so I was delighted to be passed an Irn-bru by Finn. Two of them in shot glasses. Oh right so – time for another shot of G. Richard and I stayed still, still locked together and knocked back our shots. I grimaced at the vile taste again and looked over to see Harry had already taken his. He was now pulling off his blue jockstrap and repositioning himself for Finn who was returning. I looked around for the other two, an our must have passed by now, when through the living room door come the guys, Mac sporting a massive throbbing 9 inch erection, with easily 7 inches of girth at the base. Pedro was wearing his dressing gown again and smiled at us as Mac came over and fed me his monster. “I’m just going to let the lads in”, he mentioned, and walked out. 1 9
rough-one Posted August 28, 2015 Author Report Posted August 28, 2015 (edited) Previously… This pounding went on for an age. Richard could take all I could give him. Sweat was dripping down our faces and backs, and adding lube to where we joined. Ecstasy makes you sweat gallons, so I was delighted to be passed an Irn-bru by Finn. Two of them in shot glasses. Oh right so – time for another shot of G. Richard and I stayed still, still locked together and knocked back our shots. I grimaced at the vile taste again and looked over to see Harry had already taken his. He was now pulling off his blue jockstrap and repositioning himself for Finn who was returning. I looked around for the other two, an hour must have passed by now, when through the living room door came the guys, Mac sporting a massive throbbing 9 inch erection, with easily 7 inches of girth at the base. Pedro was wearing his dressing gown again and smiled at us as Mac came over and fed me his monster. “I’m just going to let the lads in”, he mentioned, and walked out. Right so… Richard tapped Mac on his hip to get his attention. “Mac”, he asked, “would ya mind going over to the computer and turning on the music for the mood? I think Pedro has a playlist already set-up” At this point Harry had moved over to set himself up on the couch just beside Richard. He bent over the place just vacated by Mac. I welcomed him with a playful smack on the ass (not a punch like Don – which reminded me – my ass was still sore – I was to develop some serious fuckin bruises over the next few days – from Don and from what happened later on). Right at that point though, the mix of coke and E that was flooding through my system brought me right back to the matter at hand, I was fucking Richard over a couch. “We” were fucking – it was hard at this point to separate ourselves in him and I – we were bonding in a higher enhanced state of fucking – Man I love chemsex! Even better, I was with one of my best fuck-buddies about to be fucked right beside me. Richard was grabbing my cock with his ass muscles clenching around it, and in my drugged up haze, this felt like an intense cock massage, as if I was jacking myself off with my own ass muscles. Fucking Euphoria! I was leaning back as far as I could, one leg on the ground, the other raised on the coffee table, hands on Richard’s hips, pulling my 7.5 inch cock out to almost the tip, and leisurely shoving it back in. Each time I shoved it in, Richard’s sphincter would take control and deep-throat my dick. Looking down as his furry hole engulfed my cock was hypnotic. Finn had returned to fucking Harry, in doggy position and was picking up the pace. I reached over with my left hand and started playing with Finn’s nipples. I brought my hand up to turn his jaw toward me and leant over to kiss him. He kissed back fiercely, there was such a hunger in his eyes. Maybe it was the chems talking but I could almost feel Finn’s desire for me radiating off of him. It was so fucking hot to look into his eyes and know that, right there and then, this man wants you utterly, completely! Another great thing about ecstasy is that even though Finn and I were fucking at completely different speeds, we could still play about with eachother easily, although I did start to speed up a bit in my punch-fucking Richard (withdrawing till nearly fully out and then shoving it back in again). Working my hand down Finn’s fuzzy chest, I stroked a trail through his firecrotch to the piston-like cock working in and out of Harry. I gently rubbed the base of Finn’s cock, wet with lube and sweat and ass juice. Then I ran my index finger around the top of Harry’s working ass-lips. Harry had grabbed one of the bottles of poppers off the table and was now taking a hit. I swear I could actually feel the last bits of tension leave his asshole as the amyl worked its effects. Over the slaps of Harry’s asscheeks and Finn’s thighs, I could hear the front door close and some Northern Irish accents from the hall. Then Mac piped up from the computer, “I found a playlist here called Trashy Fucking Music” Harry, who is a huge music buff, called out “Mac, just stay there for a second after you press play, so we can figure out if it’s ok?” Mac dutifully stayed as we first heard a loud dance version of the song “Maniac” from the film “Flashdance”. Harry, rocking back and forth a bit as Finn started to really get into ploughing him, put his hand back to slow him down. “Sorry Tim” he said, “no way you’re fucking me to this song”, and turning to Mac he barked “next!” Ok… …here’s where things get a bit complicated, so I should probably start by telling you the layout of the apartment. Pedro’s apartment had a hallway that had three doors leading to two bedrooms (one en-suite) and one bathroom to the left. On the right was a doorway to the living room and at the end was the doorway to the kitchen. There was also a door between the kitchen and the living room, with the couch set being closer to the kitchen door and the computer at the opposite side of the room. Anyways, as Mac started to skip into the middle of the next song, Pedro was opening to the hall door to lead the fully clothed and mostly sober Andrew and his buddy John-Paul in, to see what we were up to. Meanwhile I was leaning back even further to pull the length of my dick out Richard, right to the tip. Finn had started to spank Harry, while saying “what’s my name boy? It’s not fucking Tim”. Harry wasn’t enjoying the rough treatment and was squirming under him. Then all hell broke loose. Mac’s song “The Tide is High” blared out of the computer speakers at top-volume, and not the classier Blondie version, but the…. Atomic Kitten version. For non UK-centric folks, Atomic Kitten were an incredibly cheesy all-girl group, like the Kardashians of girl groups – around in the mid-90s. Harry was disgusted and pushed Finn right out of him and shouted “what the fuck is this shit? Quit hitting me Flynn, for fucks’ sake!” and pushed him again. This time Finn fell back awkwardly and pushed back against me as he did. I was leaning back at this point almost fully out of Richard, with just the head in. With that jolt from Finn, plus the G that I just took earlier and the sweat from our long fuck session, I slipped easily and fell backwards out of Richard and arsefirst onto the floor, whacking my shoulder off the coffee table on the way down. The flimsy coffee table did a half flip and then crashed back down in it’s old position, but not before sending the drugs flying (luckily the powder was mostly in packets). Ecstasy pills rolled everywhere. Popper bottles were flung across the room – none of these opened yet thankfully. The one open bag of cocaine luckily hit me in the ear. There was an opening I didn’t think I’d be using! Most of it was recoverable, but my ear felt weirdly numb for the rest of the weekend. The makings of a joint (mostly tobacco) ended up in my hair. Luckily the G wasn’t on the coffee table, having been stashed away again by Finn, but the shot glasses were flung around like the poppers bottles. Two of them broke. To me it seemed like Pedro was running over to the computer in slow-motion, to turn down the Atomic Kitten, muttering something about the neighbours and the wrong playlist, before turning to look at me in that slowed-down soupy kinda way, looking dumbfounded as I fall backward onto his stash, upending it and simultaneously wrecking his living room. Next thing I knew, I was lying flat out on the ground listening to lines from this fucking Atomic Kitten travesty, now a lot lower in volume – they kept repeating “the tide is high but I’m holding on” and I naturally wished I coulda fuckin held on to Richard. “Now I’ll be in pain for the rest of the session!” was all I could think. Fair fucks to Pedro, he took it like a champ and ordered us all to get up. Finn and Richard picked me up and asked me if I was ok. I was still high as a kite so I shrugged them off, saying “I will survive”. Harry jumped up at this thinking it was a music request, and retorted “nope, no way Stuart, no more fucking camp music.” He looked around at us and went on, “we’re fucking for fuck’s sake. I don’t want to hear fucking Britney Spears or Destiny’s Child, not while I’m getting pounded by Jim here!” Mac and Pedro chuckled at this. Finn was not amused, and said “It’s Finn, Harry, Finn!” He said it so snappily I began to wonder that maybe Finn was taking a bit too much coke and not enough E. Coke, I always heard, can bring out the arrogant asshole in someone, while E just makes you want to eat out assholes …and cuddle. I turned to the new guy and said “sorry lad, I guess you know most of our names now, this is Harry, I’m Stuart, this is Richard, Mac and this here’s Finn” I say the last name with emphasis for Harry’s sake. My thinking being - let sleeping coke-fiends lie. Pedro brought us all off to the kitchen to make sure we didn’t walk on any broken glass, and went back in himself with the pan and brush. In the kitchen Andrew, my tall Auburn-haired fuck-buddy from Belfast was flirting mildly with the other guys, especially Mac, though the atmosphere was a bit muted cause of my fall… and Atomic fucking Kitten didn’t help either in keeping things sexy, though if anyone could turn it around it’d be Andrew. Andrew’s one of those thin guys blessed with ridiculously broad shoulders and a narrow v-waist that he has to put almost zero effort into maintaining. Coupled with his hazel eyes, pale skin (a lot of that in Scotland) and his cheekbones you could cut glass with, he was a bit of a looker. He always dated the worst kind of guy though – like, they must really bring their A-game in the personality department, cause fuck, these lads were rough looking. Not good-rough either. More the type that if you woke up beside them with your arm underneath them, you’d be running those “coyote gnaws its own leg off” scenarios through your head. I never understood it, but I guess it’s good that everyone can find love. Honestly I think I’m just a bit miffed cause Andrew never wanted to make anything more of our “arrangement”, which was for me to come over usually Thursday mornings and after a while of both of us wanking and sniffing poppers, I’d give him a load to keep all day in work. Andrew was one of the few guys I always barebacked with, nominally cause we thought we were both mostly safe outside of that, but I guess all the rules were being broken this weekend. Andrew’s new fuck and workbuddy John-Paul, was pretty fuckin fine-looking (“therefore he’ll never be more than a fuckbuddy”, I thought, a bit snappily). Richard was inspecting my back for cuts as I checked JP (as he preferred to be called) out. He was a bit shorter than most of the folk in the kitchen, at about 5’4” or so and I guess he was about 24 years old. He had that Irish black-haired look, with the nearly translucent skin, five of clock shadow, crystal blue eyes and long eyelashes. He looked quite a ways different from Davie, he had a short buzzcut and filled his jeans really snug. I couldn’t wait to unwrap that package, he looked hung as fuck. He also had a slight overlap in his front teeth, which added to his looks. It gave him an air of friendliness – or maybe that was his constant smiling. Was it nerves or was he just super thrilled to be here? He looked really familiar to me, but I couldn’t place how I knew him. I never visited Andrew in his work. I eavesdropped on JP’s chat with Harry and Finn. Harry was saying “…ah yeah, I agree, we were building a good rhythm Finn, and I am sorry I got your name messed up, but we would’ve had to take a break anyways cause E kills your ability to cum.” Finn replied, “but that’s what I wanted to tell you, I can cum with E, and I can show you how to too I think, you too JP, if you’re into pills”. Harry then asked JP, “what about you JP, you saw all the stuff flying about in there, what are you into?” JP then replied that he didn’t usually shag with chemicals so it was a bit of a first for him, but he was very open-minded in his own way. As soon as JP replied, I knew where I’d heard and seen him before – he was the guy roleplaying with Andrew! Pedro came in with the brush and pan with all the glass. He also brought in his tray. Tipping the rubbish into the bin, he came over and stood beside me. He touched my arm and asked, “are you ok chico? That fall looked pretty nasty!” I laughed it off, and then replied, “speaking of nasty, what was with that Trashy Fucking Music?” “That,” Pedro mentioned, “is a playlist I made for when I clean the apartment, it motivates me to get it done quicker” I wasn’t sure I believed him, I think deep down Pedro loved his La Roux’s Bulletproof and Donna Summer’s Macarthur Park and whatever else Mac had found on the playlist. I won’t knock it really – we all have our guilty pleasures, though it did make me revise my earlier notions of Pedro being an MSM – one of these straight men who like shagging men – the 1s and 2s of the Kinsey scale I guess. No even just “nominally straight” dude would have that music collection. I chuckled to myself at this thought. Pedro laughed as he saw me chuckle, “eh chico, I’m glad to see you’re smiling again”, he said as chopped up some powder into lines on his tray. Calling the others to attention, “gentlemen” Pedro asked, “we’ve all had a little shock, and I guess my neighbours are going to want to talk with me on Monday.” He paused, getting into his speech, “but as we say in Seville, “aprovecha el momento, no lo malgastes!” He took a breath and was then a bit saddened that noone had a clue what he was on about (we’re Scotland – we’re fucking shit at languages – if we have a bit of GCSE French we’re considered posh), he translated that the Spanish meant to make the most out of the moment because one day it may be your last. He then added “I invite you all to take this moment to enjoy this pure MDMA that Stuart got for us. Normally Don is very stingy with this supply. And it will help the other boys to catch up.” Andrew’s eyebrow cocked at this and I thought he’d baulk, cause like I thought before, he was pretty strict when it came to drugs. But seeing his workmate JP go after two lines of MDMA (to catch up) and a Viagra with gusto, and seeing me with my massive eyes, probably made him feel safe enough to experiment. Two lines went down each of his nostrils also. It really was a night for breaking rules! Pedro passed the tray to me and told me to take a line and then go show the guys the main bathroom, and while there to wash the tobacco and Irn Bru out of my hair. As I gathered the boys up, Andrew asked JP if he didn’t mind Andrew douching in front of us. He was a little weird about it at first, but then said it was ok. I walked into the bathroom first and just hopped into the shower. I had a bit of an urge to pee, but nothing was coming out – typical uppers reaction – all your amphetamines do this – it’s also why it’s so hard to cum I think. Once showered I passed the shower with the couche attachment to Andrew who got ready to douche, I asked JP to go back to the kitchen to get us all some Lucozade or Irn Bru. Andrew chuckled as he left and started cleaning himself. When he was out of hearing range, I commented, “yeah he seems a bit naïve for your tastes” and asked “how’d you manage to bag this one Andrew?” Andrew smiled and said, “yeah he’s not as sweet a lad as he looks, we clocked each-other when I had to do some shifts in our new location, so I asked him to stay behind to help with the close up, when I grabbed him in the kitchen and got him to fuck me over the Bain-Marie.” I laughed, “ya dirty fucker, what would health and safety think?” “I dunno”, he answered, but I wouldn’t try our potato gratin if I were you!” With that we both burst out laughing just as JP reentered with the drinks. He had two shot glasses of G for himself and Andrew, again to catch up. JP pulled off his black workshirt, under which was a surprisingly fit body. Cause he was small you didn’t see it but he had all the tones in all the right places. He caught me staring at him, and actually blushed a little. “Fuck me – How is this guy still standing here and bolting for the door?” I thought. I was sitting in the bath, but unable to use it cause Andrew was using the douche attachment. I had used some lavender shower gel liberally to get all the crap out of my hair, and also to combat a bit of Andrew’s cleaning. I beckoned JP over. “Come here lad and sit in the bath with me,” I asked. JP got down to his underwear and clambered in, not yet removing his keks, sitting at the other end of the bath and facing me. Andrew raised an eyebrow at me. I decided to take the gentle approach: “So JP, how are you finding the MDMA?.” “I dunno if it’s working? I haven’t felt anything except a sort of floatiness” “Give it time, it’ll kick in, in a little while. Probably the same time as the G. Have you don’t either of the them before?” “Not really I tend to go for mail order bath salts, and try out the different strains of Mephedrone, and MDPV and all those” “And what do you do on those? I haven’t a lot of experience with them” JP smiled and a there was a glint in his eye – “well they don’t call Peevee, Pervy Powder for nothing. I’ve sometimes stayed up for 12 hours straight jacking off” Andrew interjected here. “tell him what you jack off to JP” JP blushed and mumbled something. “What’s that I asked?” “Star Trek Marathons, especially anything with Riker in them” “Seriously?” JP grinned, it seemed his eyes were getting a little more dilated too. He paused and closed his eyes as if about to sneeze, but then he regained focus. He looked at me again. “Can I show you something?” “Sure, what is it?” With that he lowered his underwear. He kept his pubes trimmed really well. In fact as he continued to lower them, I noticed there was some sort of pattern there – shaved in some sort of flame pattern. He stopped just at the base of what looked like a sizable and growing plumper cock. I looked up at him bewildered. He looked at me with a devilish smile, what the fuck was I meant to see? I stretched my hand over to him, and judging from his encouraging looks I asked “may I?” as I lowered my finger to his pubes. Hearing him take a sharp little intake of breath, I looked up, but there was just a twinkle in the eye and a smile from him. I looked down again and traced the pattern, up in point in the middle and then down at the sides. Then I noticed the pubes were trimmed away from the base in another triangle, not symmetrical with the point of the other. I ran my finger along it. I could almost taste the anticipation from this little stud. He knew what I wanted, but I had to solve his riddle to be worthy of it. Andrew kept sneakily tapping his shirt’s right nipple area where there was the logo of his restaurant. Oh. Oh right. Now I fuckin get it. Ya big fuckin nerd JP! It was a star trek logo from their uniform – that button that they pressed to communicate with the ship when they were on planets and such. He shaved the star trek logo into his crotch! I rubbed my finger down to the base of his cock again, now definitely growing hard. JP looked at me through heavily lidded eyes. His pupils were massive. “Tell me, what happens if I press this button JP?” I asked as I pushed down against his growing hardness. JP grabbed me by my neck, looked at me so fiercely in the eye, leaning his forehead on mine. He stroked the side of my face and whispered “Only Star fleet Personnel are authorised to have access to the mainframe. You’d get fucked Stuart! That’s what happens” “Wait”– I thought to myself – “was this really happening? A dirty talk, semi-roleplay shag in the bath in front of a fuckbud who would join in but hadn’t finished douching yet? And a Star-trek roleplay? Seriously?” “Well then Officer” I said wryly while stroking the base of his very hard cock that was straining his half-off keks, “I wouldn’t want you to violate direct orders”, JP’s eyes lit up, he was delighted I was getting into it. He responded “Aye but you’re just a wee lad from Scotland who got somehow teleported across space and time here to my captain’s quarters, you can’t possibly know the… Ahem… intricacies of.. oh yeah… the prime directive” Here he had grabbed my hand and made it encircle his cock through his bulging underwear – oh what a lovely juicy one it was – about 5 inches round and long as well. Andrew looked on bemused. JP leaned in kissed me. He was smooth shaven, and he mouth tasted like Fisherman’s Friends. “Computer, replicate me the universal translator” and Andrew covered a smile but reached down into JP’s trousers and pulled out his Fisherman Friend tin. Now I like to think I keep my breath fresh, but I can take a hint too. JP offered me a Fisherman’s friend saying “Native human from an alternate timeline no doubt beamed here by the nefarious Q” (Wait, who in the what now?) “you have so much to learn of our ways. Please accept this universal translator so we can begin to commune, body and soul”. I opened my mouth. JP popped the strong mint into my mouth and then kissed me for a few minutes. My mouth was burning from the mint. JP said “Let me greeting you in my typical Vulcan tongue” and then bent down to suck on my cock. Oh but I forgot he had the Fisherman’s Friend… Oh fuck! Oh FUUUUCK. That was kind hot and burny and cool. With each stroke I felt like my nerve endings were on fire. I eventually had enough and he pulled off of my dick and leaned back. His own dick finally sprang free from the folds of his underwear and he was sporting some serious shroom head, what a lovely proper flared cock! “Officer, I must ask a favour that you send me back to my own time” I spoke a little awkwardly, “please let me pleasure you!” I with my own Fisherman’s friend in my mouth, went down to start licking his purple shiny dick. He shuddered each time I bathed his knob with my tongue. Then I smirked, and said “Officer, I think you’ll need to use your triceratops (TRICORDER! Andrew grunted) …I mean tricorder, to perform a full body scan on me. And then JP chuckled and shoved my head down on his cock. He was obviously more used to it that me and was groaning under my lapping. I was down there for ages lapping at his cock, his hole, his taint. Every now and again reaching up for a long lustful kiss. Eventually I detected his cock starting to thicken. “Fuck it” I thought and lay back on my back, hiking my legs up .to show him my hole. He saw I wanted to be fucked, but started to finger me first. Then he used this weird motion. “I must placate your barbarous human nature with our universal symbol of peace and good health”, he said in a monotone as he dipped first his middle and index finger in me and then his ring finger and little finger. Oh fuck that fisherman’s friend was all over his hands – damn that burned! Right inside my holes…oOooOooOOOOoh! That felt fuckin weird, and good. He was holding his hand in that way they do on the show. “Now I can be assured you will live long and prosper, we will perform an ancient mind meld to see if we can send you back to your time” Andrew was jacking his dick on the toilet, while watching JP lube his cock with spit. Pushing my legs bag JP started to shove his fat head in. Andrew reached over and wiped some squeezed lube (he must have looked for it while we were busy) on JP’s hand, which definitely helped get that fat head in. Then lifting my legs up, he grabbed my face again and started to look directly in my eyes. “Human, wherever you go, know this…” He said with dramatic flair and timing and all that, as he started to really up the pace and ram my burning hole. Once inside me, he was lube’d up with Don’s sperm and it wasn’t long before his cock got this hard “almost cumming feeling” again” “Make… sure… you… go… Boldly!” and with that he came into my ass. I ahem, mean, we melded minds. I looked up to him and grinned and he looked down at me and smirked and we kissed eachother passionately. Fuck! I wasn’t sure he would cum with the MDMA, but maybe it hadn’t fully gone through his system yet. Andrew edged himself but pulled back, saying I want that “to go somewhere Boldly too”. We all laughed and JP grabbed me and kissed me passionately again and then lay on top of me, still inside me but deflating. “Y’know,: he said with a very cheeky grin, “with all that Irn Bru, I might need to pee.” He looked at me expectantly. I looked over at Andrew a bit shocked. Andrew just smiled and said, “what did I say?” I looked back up to JP and he took that as consent. I felt nothing for a bit, but then strangely warm and then after a bit tingly. JP continued kissing me throughout it. Both high on MDMA, this was the best bit. There was a knock on the door and Harry came in. He was dressed. We’d seemingly been in there for the guts of maybe two hours. Harry looked at me and JP locked, Looked at Andrew on the loo, and smirked. “Boys,” he said, it’s been fun, but I’m off to get a morning bus home. Harry bent over the bath ti give me and JP a quick threeway snog. He smelled the piss that was leaking out between us and raised his eyebrow at me – this was something new for me, but I love trying new stuff. Moving to Andrew, Andrew reached into his jeans and said “really sorry we weren’t able to fuck this time Harry. I’ve heard great things from you from our intrepid time traveller there” Harry looked a bit confused at that comment. More to explain to him later. Andrew pulled out a small diary and said to Harry “Which of the following days are you free next week?” Myself and JP giggled as Harry looked over the diary, and said, pencil me in for “Thursday afternoon”. Andrew looked over at us too – “boys, you’re welcome to join in if you’re free?” “maybe-e-e-e” I managed to giggle out as JP started nibbling my earlobe. Harry grabbed Andrew by his shirt collar and kissed him full on the mouth and then said, “alrighty boys, have fun, Stuart I’ll call you tomorrow” and with that left. After he left, my body quickly let me know I couldn’t hold in JP’s pee any more, Andrew and I swapped seats. I hadn’t been expecting to douche twice in one night, but fuck it. As we all showered and dried off, Andrew said to me, “I didn’t expect you to get that into roleplaying with JP Stuart? You seemed to just go for it!” I just turned to them and said “and what’s it matter to you, ya wee Taig cunt?” and left the bathroom. Edited August 28, 2015 by rough-one 1 3
FFRubbrPIG Posted August 30, 2015 Report Posted August 30, 2015 I love this story...keep going please! It is so realistic in your description of being at a chem party. i went to one a couple of years ago and my party piece was to go into a chem hole for the first time,after smoking T,snorting/booty bumping K and snorting M and MDMA!!!! It was ffun!!! I shall have to visit Glasgow again as this puts a completely different spin on the city!! 1
rough-one Posted August 30, 2015 Author Report Posted August 30, 2015 (edited) Speaking of chem holes, the next stage is all about the K we took that night and the dancer Kieran makes his appearance finally too! Edited August 30, 2015 by rough-one
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