Belfast Delivery Guy

[longrptop2]

Fantastic writing - thoughtful and fuckin hot

[levirgo]

I cannot tell you how delighted I am by the new part your great story tough-one! Well thought,  well formed, and of course all those details about Sven and his mighty Nordic body. Gets Ones imagination really going.  Thanks mate, et Bravo! 

[streetmonkey]

That was a fucking brilliant instalment fella. Incredible description of the action. 

[rough-one]

Previously...

I reached into the cubicle and grasped Padraic’s hand. “I’m here for you now lad, what do you need?”

“I need to get more fucked up. After all, Everest has snow right?”

I laughed, “I’m right on it!”

 

Right so...

I backed out of the room and almost collided with Alan Slater coming in to freshen up. He grabbed me by my dog collar, pulled my snout off and dragged me into a near suffocating kiss, scratching his trimmed beard all against my unshaven face. I’d no time to react to his full-on assault. Looking me dead in the eyes he said “so who’s your master, wee pup?” He tasted of Sven – cum and liquorice. Looking down at my empty tray, he reached under and started stroking my cock. His slim but defined runner's chest fit in all the right places of the harness he was wearing. He looked back at me with a scowl, then clenched his fist tightly round my half-hard cock and spat in my face.

 

“I asked you a question pup! Who’s got your leash?”

 

I could hear a muffled whimper from Padraic and the lads behind me as they continued DP-ing oblivious to the aggressiveness of Slater. Maybe they were as shocked as I was or thought it was a joke or something. Where the fuck did this personality change come from? Last thing I remembered was Slater feeding me his pierced cock downstairs. Was this just a bit more extreme role play, or did I transgress some unwritten pup-slave code? Shit maybe I should’ve researched it a bit more… Well, we were all playing a role here. I nodded and pointed in the direction of the master bedroom.

 

Slater moved his hand to my collar (thank god) and taking the tray in his other hand, he gestured with it out the door, then said “well pup, lead the way!”

 

I started to walk, and got jerked back in a strangle-hold. My fuckin neck!

 

“I said, lead the way…PUP!”

 

I swallowed, the pain and tightness around my throat had heightened all my senses. I felt a Slater’s breath on my neck, and it clicked then –I knew what he wanted.

 

I lowered myself slowly to my hands and knees. I could hear someone else’s sharp intake of breath from the hallway. I started to “walk” out of the bathroom as a dog. Slater let my collar go and then in a short sharp two second “rat-tat” burst, painfully smacked both my pale arse-cheeks.

 

“Good puppy. Gonna have to teach you some manners! Now stop!”

 

I halted, halfway between the bathroom and the upstairs landing. Because of the mask, I couldn’t see too much in my peripheral vision when also in an all-fours position. I more sensed than saw that there were people watching the corridor.

 

Slap! Slap!

 

He smacked me painfully again. My ass-cheeks were tingling now. Slater spoke to the crowd gathering – “now normally I wouldn’t dream to discipline another man’s animal”

 

Slap! Slap!

 

Aw fuck, I whimpered with the sting of those slaps. “But there’s one rule in this place! You don’t fuck another man’s dog, not without his permission”

 

Slap! Slap! Whack!!!

 

Slater was laying into my rosy-red arse with my own snout from my mask. He was literally using my mask’s mouth on my ass… There was something almost poetic about that – or there would be if my ass didn’t feel like it was on fire!

 

Slater shoved me out the bathroom door and closed it behind us, I heard Jay and Karl burst out in peals of nervous laughter… …fuckers!

 

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Fuck! That was four in succession! My ass was white hot in pain! Outside I was about to pull my mask off and tell Slater to go fuck himself, when I saw that some of the fascinated onlookers included the perfect political couple Orson and Tadhg. Fuck me! Slater squatted beside me and grabbed my collar. His rock-hard pierced cock was sticking out from his addicted jockstrap – he was fuckin loving this!

 

Slater continued, “here’s the deal, little pup. You fucked my pup…”, his hand caressed my stinging arse cheeks and then he instantly switched from caressing my burning ass cheek to grabbing it painfully, “I get to fuck you!”

 

I tried to yelp as he gripped my reddened flesh, but his hold on my leather collar was starting to strangle me a bit. I coughed and spluttered as Slater used the collar to guide my mouth over his cock and feed it to me. I didn’t even try not taking it in, unwilling as I was. I was too scared of chipping a tooth. Alan gave me no time to adjust before shoving my head down the length of his cock. I started gagging and wheezing. He shoved it past my gag reflex, his metal ring pushing hard against my drug-dried-up throat. I retched but there was nothing to come up. I couldn’t even vomit with the amount of uppers I was on right now. I kept hearing him say “you’ve (thrust) been (thrust) a very (thrust) bad (thrust) boy (thrust)”. My mouth felt raw, the inside of the mask was wet with snot and tears.

 

“Alan babe, what the fuck are you doing to Dealer Dog?”

 

Simon’s voice. I hadn’t heard the bedroom door open what with all the deepthroating and choking noises.

 

“Is he yours babe? Where’s his leash?”

 

I don’t remember Sandy wearing a leash? Though, now that I think about it, there was a pile of leather stuff beside the couch. Still tho – What the actual fuck? I could barely breathe what with the mask and the cock in me.

 

“Well I guess he’s my property, for tonight at least, what of it?”

I heard some rummaging as Simon’s voice got distant for a second and then came back again. I then felt a click on my collar and Slater pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood up. I could breathe again.

 

“Thanks Simon. I’ve told you this so many times dear, if you’ve a pup, you need to train em hard – they’re not just for sex parties or Christmas. This one was sniffing around where he didn’t belong” He pulled the now-connected leash and dragged me further into the hall. My red rosy arse cheeks were up in the air for everyone to see.

 

Slap! Slap!

 

Even rosier now!

 

“Love, I saw it on the security system. You mean to tell me that him fucking you and the bartender and Alexander, wasn’t welcome?”

 

“Hun, you know I prefer you to call him by his pup-name tonight. It’s Sandy. And yes it was fun, but he should have asked, I barely got a word out of him before he was dick deep in the lad.”

 

Slap! Slap!

 

Fuck – he was really walloping my cheeks with that dog snout. Thank fuck then that Simon was gonna defend me. Still on all fours, I felt, more than saw, him come over, but looked up to see the silver fox… pull Alan Slater in for a snog? Uh oh…

 

Simon broke off the kiss and started, “love, I know you have a very strict code of what pups can do and I think…. You’re right. That was totally improper behaviour. I told him before, if he dishes it, he should be able to take it. What can he do to make it up to you? How many spanks does he owe you still?”

 

Wait what was going on here? I thought Sandy was Slater’s fella? But Simon and Slater seemed awfully close and not just sexually – there was an easy rhythm to their speech, like they were… boyfriends?

 

“Darlin, this one has offended me.”

 

Slap! Whack!

 

That duo hit the edges of my leather chaps – the stinging was intense in the difference between my protected and unprotected skin.

 

“He needs proper training. In the red room”

 

My mind raced as I stared at the hardwood floors. Red room? I think that was the colour of the first bedroom – where the dom eastern European lad was fisting that other silver daddy type?

 

“Mircko and Lee are still in there I think”

 

Slap! Slap!

 

Fuck – that sting hit the original slap-spot in the middle of both cheeks. Orson would tell me later they’d both turned bright red at this point.

 

Slater finished his spanking with a painful yank of my leash in the direction of the guest bedroom

 

“Good then, two perfect lads to help me train this lad”

 

Simon asked “what do you have in mind?”

 

Slater reached down and grabbed my ass with one hand, reaching in his middle finger to my pucker, roughly pressing against it. The sensation was intense, but not all unpleasant – really heightened and sensitive – like your bell-end after cumming. He shoved a lubed but still gritty finger, one knuckle, then the second knuckle, deep in me.

 

“Oh maybe some stretching exercises, a sling gangbang. He’s very tight. I wonder how long it’d take to make that rosebud blossom?”

 

WTF? This was not ok. I grunted and tried to pull away. He rammed his finger deeper. My guts felt raw. There was a burning sensation deep in my hole. He pulled his finger out.

 

Slap! Slap!

 

Aw fuck – the sensitivity of that was making white spots appear on the edge of my vision! As my vision normalised, I made up my mind. I may be a lot of things, but noone could ever call me naïve. I’ve seen a couple of fisting flicks in my time, and I know what a blossom is. And there is no way in hell that I was gonna get one of those – I was still barely getting fucked, and Simon knew this… I yanked back against Slater’s pull

 

“Now Alan, this one is a special case. Doesn’t like being fucked”

 

“A pup that doesn’t take direction, ah darlin, is this a special birthday present?”

 

Simon chuckled and added “well you can try all you want but I couldn’t keep my dick in it for more than five seconds”.

 

Slater tugged on me again, “well he seems to be good at getting other unwilling lads to bottom, so let’s see what I can do?”

 

Oh fuck – did he know I booty bumped Sven? There was no way I was gonna let myself be tied to a sling and drug fucked out of it till I wake up in an emergency ward – like ugly Eoghan. Fuck that! And what the fuck did he do to my asshole, it felt as raw as the rest of my ass. No way was I gonna be their guinea pig for some crazy fisting toys or who knows what kinda drug in the “red room”. I may be naïve, but I also knew that BDSM relationships were not about force – this was something else. He fuckin knew about me – someone must’ve told him. I needed to get out of this.

 

I stood up and reached for my mask.

 

Simon snapped at me “Dealer-dog, what are you doing?”

 

“Simon I did not sign up for this”. I unsnapped the first buttons.

 

“Deale… Mike, I’d like you to keep it on”.

 

Slater interjected. “Love have I taught you nothing? Don’t request, demand! Dealer dog – Don’t take that thing off your face!”

 

I pulled off the mask, wiped the sweat and gunk from my eyes, looked Slater dead in the eyes and replied, loud enough for all in the hall to hear, “you can call me by my name. You obviously know it”.

 

A new voice entered the fray “It’s Mike; Mike McAllister, Irish Sun journalist.”

 

I looked over to see Tadhg staring angrily at me, his bright blues eyes flashing, while beside him Orson’s mouth dropped in recognition.

 

He continued bitterly, looking past me at Simon, “I told Alan. We’ve a fucking sneak in our midst. A scumbag paparazzo. Don’t trust a fucking word he says”

 

“So what are you gonna do Tadhg? Are you and Slater gonna rape me? Is that what’s happening now? Cause I didn’t come here to write a story, you can ask Simon. But it sounds like you’re giving me another scoop”

 

With that, he pulled back his hand, and the next part for me, happened in slow motion. He slowly formed a fist and next thing, stars! He’d clocked me, right in the jaw.

 

“I guess we’re not all sunshine and rainbows eh?”

 

I held my aching jaw, my teeth felt loose, but luckily he hadn’t split my lip. I’m like a fox terrier when cornered and I’ve got a nasty snap of my own, so I looked up at him defiantly and spat out a fucking brilliant retort known to all punched journos…

 

“Can I quote you on that?”

 

He lunged for me.

[rough-one]

Previously...

 

I held my aching jaw, my teeth felt loose, but luckily he hadn’t split my lip. I’m like a fox terrier when cornered and I’ve got a nasty snap of my own, so I looked up at him defiantly and spat out a fucking brilliant retort known to all punched journos…

 

“Can I quote you on that?”

 

He lunged for me.

Right so...

Simon stepped in and held Tadhg back one-handedly. He may have packed a decent left hook for a southerner, but I guessed the slim pretty boy was no match for the muscular silver fox. Now as ye might remember, I’d recently cast… aspersions on Tadhg and Orson’s marriage in the last big push for gay marriage in the north, where once again Orson’s party’s alliance with other major parties fell apart. I may have used my journalistic cunning to see a fight brewing and get my best no-nonsense photographer Joanne to follow them out back to their car to get a good pic of them fighting. It was a triumph of a front page and had the title “Not all sunshine and rainbows; Gay split in party vote!” using the recently wed couple as a metaphor if you will. No doubt that was a bitter pill for poor Tadhg who I’d only met and flirted with a half hour before. But I was ruthless, and glad to get any dig in at Orson Adams I could get. The fucker’d been against me since we first met in college, constantly giving little digs in the LGBTQ society room about greedy polyamorists not supporting the cause – I being one of a lovely foursome at the time. Anyways, long story short – Orson and I had a beef, and Tadhg got caught in the crossfire. Only thing is Tadhg was the one nursing all the resentment – the only emotion I make out from Orson was pure shock. Mind you, I wasn’t in the best of states myself – my ass cheeks felt like they’d have blisters on them tomorrow, but yet were glowing warmly – I could almost feel I could understand S&M properly for the first time. My sphincter felt sore and warm and I was dreading the fact that I may have been booty bumped just seconds ago by Alan Slater – one of sons of the leading developer families of the north and one of many people with a lot to lose, should I start blabbing.

 

I needed to clear this up, and quick, who knew how long before I was turned into a quivering cum-slut mess or worse – I did not feel safe right now.

 

“Everyone just calm the fuck down for a second” I yelled. I beat a hasty retreat into the other guest bedroom, where Theo and Gavin were smoking a very cozy looking joint, but I hadn’t any time to even think about that. I grabbed my phone while they stood up looking at me and my baboon-arse in concern. “Here you guys, c’mere with me for a sec. The cat’s out of the bag and I gotta explain some things”

 

Back in the hall, the two couples waited. I guess everyone else was giving the area a wide berth. I came back with the lads in tow. Opening up my phone with the M symbol (yeah I guess I really should change that) I went to the videos to look for the video Simon and I’d made – our mutually assured destruction vid where we’re both visible doing drugs and fucking.

 

“Alright guys here’s the thing – I came over here tonight cause I’d a big bag of MDMA at home and Simon was looking for some. When I got here, I didn’t know anything about who was here and what was going on, and while I was upstairs with Simon, he figured out who I was and told me I’d have to either leave or swear myself to secrecy. Since I wanted to stay, he made me make myself vulnerable to losing my job by making a sex vid with him where we’re both doing drugs and we both filmed it and called it our mutually assured destruction. I’m still looking for that video so I can show you, but believe me, it’s equally bad for both me and Simon and neither of us would want anyone having it”

 

To be fair to the six lads they let me say my piece as I looked desperately through my phone, aware of the ticking clock – their patience and whatever the fuck Slater decided to spike me with… Time was running very short.

 

Tadhg impatiently started tapping his foot. “Well come on with it. Where’s this shitty sex-video?” Orson stared at me, still in shock. Slater looked over at me holding the dog-snout in his hand expectantly…

 

Where the fuck was it? I went through all my file systems…

 

I looked at Simon. He was smirking.

 

Oh shit!

 

I looked again down through my phone’s video files. Simon looked at me expectantly. The file wasn’t there! He saw my look of horror, smiled and said “oh come on Mike, where’s the fun in living by the books all safe and shit?”

 

“You Bastard! You said mutually assured destruction!”

 

This was bad. Even if Simon managed to send a still of me snorting a line to my work, I’d be tossed out quicker than a gay kid from a DUP household (sorry – I lean on terrible jokes when I’m terrified). Theo put his hand on my shoulder “What seems to be problem lads?”

 

I couldn’t believe I was in a situation, where my dodgy hot-as-fuck but would-break-your-legs-easily dealer Theo was the centre of calm and stability. It was weird enough that he was still here, although I’m sure he’d been called to many crazy parties.

 

“As I said. Simon knows I write for the papers, so he got me to promise not to reveal anything by filming a sextape with us both doing a line of MDMA and fucking. Only I made sure I filmed it too. And the fucker’s gone and deleted my copy.”

 

Theo looked over at Simon as Gavin passed him back his joint.

 

Taking a long sharp drag, he cocked his head to side and said “Ah here now lad. You gotta play fair”

He took another drag out of his joint and walked over to stand right in Simon’s face.

 

“Y’see Belfast is really small”, he blew a huge cloud of weed smoke in Simon’s face, “too small to be stupid cunt. There’s a lot of cunts here, but they’re all sharp as me like, and they all fucking know who you are anyways. You’re the lad who got me Uncle out of the Maze – remember Hoagie Duggan?”

 

Simon stiffened and went pale, “You’re Hoagie’s nephew…”

 

“Too right I am, and you know then about what happened to the stupid cunts who pissed him off.”

 

Simon gulped and nodded. The atmosphere in the room was intense. Only Tadhg who as a southerner could be excused for not knowing that one of the wildest dogs the IRA used to employ back in the Troubles to… believe it or not, clear up drug-dealers from Republican communities in the “Direct Action Against Drugs” hit squads, was Theo’s uncle. Of course it was always said that the squads were just a way of clearing the competition, and Hoagie was known to be the best at it. Back in the nineties rumours constantly circulated of him taking suspected drug-dealers up the Mourne mountains, shooting their kneecaps off and letting them crawl home. It made sense that his family would fill the market gap. Theo allowed the silence to build… as he stood right in front of Simon, calmly staring straight into his eyes.

 

 “…so you’d better delete whatever you have on this kid, and don’t let me hear you went back on your word now.” He stepped back and smiled at all four. My head was starting to feel dizzy. Was this really just fucking happening? Or had I just imagined the whole thing while off my tits on LSD or whatever the hell was in my ass?

 

What the hell was in my ass?

 

I looked over to Slater – “Theo, can you ask him what he put in me” and I said this, it was getting harder to focus… The couples all spread out. Oh no, wait that was cause I was getting double vision.

 

The next bit’s a bit choppy, but as Slater laughed and said “ketamine”, Theo grabbed me and pulled me into the master bedroom and through to the en-suite bathroom. Inside was Iain who was once again trying to mount “Hugo” (the giant black dildo) with someone else lying on the ground watching it all - I could just see their legs from where I was propped up. Theo grabbed them both and said “alright, you there, big lad… yeah you on the dildo. Here’s the deal. You’re now in charge of Mike – keep him from going into a K-hole and when he’s a bit more lucid, tell him to get the fuck out this fucked up place.

 

Iain, in his over-muscled clumsiness, stumbled off the dildo and crashed into the wall. Theo rolled his eyes and looked to the other fella. “Oi – you. Wakey wakey.” I heard him slap the lad’s face a little.  The guy turned from the pile of muscle that was Iain, to speak with my tatted guardian angel. “Whadya want” the mystery fella asked. “I’m now giving you the trip-sitting duty”. Just take care of Mike here till he can stand up and count to ten ok?” The lad sat up and I could see some of his shoulder now = he was young enough- at this point I felt I was seeing this from behind one of those one-sided mirrors in a police station interrogation room. Nothing felt real about it.

 

“Thanks Theo”, I managed to keep control of myself to say. Theo looked at me and said “I’ll leave Gavin here to keep an eye on ya too lad, but I’ve got to go. You get any flack from any of them you let me know. Now let this fella take care of ya – hey, lad? What’s yer name?”

 

“You can call me Kurk”

[NLbear]

I love this story!

 

[rough-one]

 

Previously…

“Thanks Theo”, I managed to keep control of myself to say. Theo looked at me and said “I’ll leave Gavin here to keep an eye on ya too lad, but I’ve got to go. You get any flack from any of them you let me know. Now let this fella take care of ya – hey, lad? What’s yer name?”

 

“You can call me Kurk”

 

Right so…

So as Theo left, he told me to lock the door behind him. I was still clear-headed enough to stand up and do it. The lock turned with a satisfying click. I started to relax again. All that crazy outside could just wait. My arse was throbbing, a deep sensory overload rhythmically crashed over me like a wave, where all I could think about was my frazzled beaten ass, and then like wave it retreated. I turned back to Iain and Kurk. Part of me wondered how fucked-up I must look to them, but then this negative thought was countered with the saving grace of every chem party that I’ve been to since, which is the realisation that everyone expects everyone else to become totally fucked up, so you can fly your freaky fucked-up flag high! Another part of me wondered if they’d overheard the exchange in the hall, but then I reassured myself they couldn’t have had. Not from here, and not with all the shit they were on. Looking at them now, I definitely was not alone in my fucked-upedness.

 

Iain was staring up at me grinning like a mad yoke. Obviously that fuck-tonne of MDMA he’d snorted was keeping him nice and buoyant. As a rugby player for the Northern Irish squad he’d been there when Simon had told me that he knew my tabloid journalist identity. Well he’d been there, but he hadn’t really been there. He’d been more focussed on sucking my cock clean from his and Simon’s ass juice and my cum, or else he’d been fixated on that big black dildo, and for that I was grateful. One less problem to worry about. And then there was Kurk. I turned to look over at him when another wave of sensation hit me. This time the pain felt …less acute, and more …detached?

 

When the wave subsided I was still standing against the back of the bathroom door in my harness and chaps, Kurk was sitting on the bathroom floor trying to focus on me. He had asked me a question. I answered “Surry wee lad, whuh didja say” (Wow some serious slurring going on here – get it together lad).

 

“So why am I trip-sitting you lad? What did you take?”

 

I struggled to get the words out, “Slater shuvved… ahem… Slater shoved ketamine up my hole”. He raised his eyebrows at that, “well those lads can play very rough if you’re not clear with em.” I guess that was one way of looking at it, and try as I might to hole on to it, I was starting to lose my anger as whatever it was in my system continued to melt into me.

 

Kurk continued, “Special K you say? That’s mad! I snorted some before coming in here too. Truth is, I think I was falling into a bit a K-hole before you came in”. He laughed gently as he struggled to get up in the steamy bathroom air.  I laughed too, fucking perfect! This’ll be the blind leading the blind, or at least in this case, the K’d-up leading the K’d-up.

 

I looked over at Iain, “how about you Iain? How are you keeping?” Iain was now sitting on the toilet while running his hands over his impressive physique. He kept circling his hands back to rub his nipples, licking one and then the other thumb to make his nipples glisten in the artificial light. He blinked and looked up me “did you say there’s Special K doing the rounds lad?” I shook my head and then remembered the pills in the bathroom cabinet. “No K Iain but maybe there’s something here we can take?”

 

I looked around. The bathroom was laid out in a rectangle with the toilet opposite the bedroom door. Everything was tastefully decorated in Connemara Marble – a gorgeous mottled green limestone from the west of Ireland. Looking in from the door, the sink with bathroom cabinet overhead was directly beside the toilet in the middle of the room. This was where Iain had gotten the Caverject earlier on 0 Was that were I’d seen the pills? To the right of that again was a bidet and then a wooden standalone Ikea shelving unit – something probably with some unpronounceable Swedish name like Tråll or Øresond or something. It had drawers below and shelves above holding at least five rolled up fluffy towels and lots of bath accessories, and a drawer was open revealing a variety of sex toys – a vibrator, a portable douche, some butt plugs and what looked to be a fleshjack. I groggily decided I’d try out the fleshjack once I could think straight again. I always wanted to give them a go. And then there was the minipool…

 

Fuckin hell. No accounting for taste I guess.

 

Up against the bedroom wall and dominating the room was a half-full built-in mini-pool/Jacuzzi and shower complex, even with hot water jets. It was raised up off the floor about a metre and was the size of four or five normal baths. Cause of the angle, I hadn’t seen it when looking in at Iain last time, who could comfortably have seated his whole rugby team in it. Whatever Simon did in the courts, freeing IRA hitmen, absolving crooked RUC (our cops), well, it was definitely working for him. I for one, didn’t have a giant Jacuzzi/pool in my bathroom. I barely had enough toilet paper half the time! Another wave of short-circuitry overload hit me. This time the pain felt more distant. Like it was still in the same room as me, but we were old friends who could keep a comfortable silence together. Woah… I felt the rhythm of these waves was increasing. Was this like what pregnant women feel with increasing contractions or some shit? Coming back to the reality of the bathroom, I could see the guys staring at me.

 

Kurk interrupted my reverie, “how are you feeling lad?”

 

I replied, making sure not to slur, “um a bit out of it… and way too hot and sweaty to be honest. Everything’s getting a bit vague, more and more.”

 

Kurk pulled himself up off the floor to sit on the lip of the pool, his pale taut naked stomach concertina’d as he did so – not an ounce of extra heft – just all six pack. He was a bit damp and still had some water droplets settled like dew in his short dark hair, his sparse chest hair and down his treasure trail to his thick pubes. Once he was properly up, he tapped the space beside him, beckoning me to sit down. His watery blue eyes looked to my harness and chaps and then widened when they focussed on my heavy semi-hard cock swinging in-between. He shook his head and regained focus, “maybe you should take the leather off?”

 

Good idea. I quickly unbuckled the harness. However the chaps would be a bit of a problem. They were laced at the back. Kurk saw my confusion and beckoned me over. “Turn around” he ordered. I did so and heard the sharp gasp as he saw my raw ass cheeks. “What the fuck happened you?” he asked.  I grunted back, “that Slater fella again. He took being dom a bit too far”. I could feel Kurk running his fingers over my red arse cheeks. “Does this hurt?” “Actually, no” I replied honestly, “the K seems to have numbed the pain, but I get these waves of disconnect…” I felt Kurk’s hand slow and pull off my cheeks. “I’m just gonna have a look at your hole now fella, if that’s alright?” I felt slightly sweeter toward Kurk now. Without Sven, he seemed to be a lot more into the little things that people like, like consent and all that malarkey. Another wave hit me. All the positive feelings I’d felt toward Kurk seemed amplified. Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I knew that this relationship had a sell-by-date. Someone would out me to him before the weekend was through. Then I’m sure that the best I could expect, was him completely cutting me out. The worst… well I didn’t want another repeat of how Tadhg reacted, and he’s only been in one scathing article of mine. Kurk and his affair with the homophobic first lady of Northern Ireland had been front page fodder for a half year or so – which is …forever, in newspaper time. As the wave grew, the sweetness I felt toward Kurk intensified, my awareness seemed to detach a little and I could rationally know that I was arching my back and spreading my cheeks for Kurk, but I didn’t really feel it. Instead I could feel how the energy between Kurk and my ass was getting closer and closer. I pulled my cheeks wider. The energy shifted as Kurk reached up to wipe away some lube, or powder. He pulled his hand back down. I willed myself to say through the receding wave, “uhn uh, could you do that again?”

 

“Do what lad?”

 

“Just rub your finger on my hole – I want to check how numb I am down there”

 

Kurk chuckled and smiled a beautiful smile at me. “Sure thing lad. Tell me if it hurts there though”, His dulcet south Belfast accent was melting me too – I know many avoid a strong Belfast accent – the way he would say “there” as “thur” and end most sentences on a strong upward inflection. Many try their whole lives to get rid of the harsher parts of their accent, but I fucking loved it. It reminded of the rougher kids I went to school with – the ones I jacked off to in my fantasies as soon as I learned to masturbate.

 

With that I felt Kurk bring his thumb down on my sore swollen sphincter, gently pressing against my still tight pucker and moving in a circular motion. I looked back at him again. His slim young pale body with his ghost-like pale skin, and a super-tight stomach, which didn’t even crease over his belly button as he squatted – fucking 23 year olds! He caught me giving him the once-over and grinned at me as he increased pressure from his thumb. I looked down to his cock – semi-hard, hooded and growing harder as he started to jack it – nice!

 

Kurk started adding another finger and then a third, then the front of his fist as he made up and down motions against my hole. I rubbed back in sync as he graduated up to the whole side of his hand. I ground his hand up and down my crack from above my hole to the end of my taint. Kurk avoided working outside my crack though, keeping pressure off my two rosy cheeks, for fear of hurting me. Honestly though, with the special K, the whole area was fairly numb. I ground down on his hand to feel more sensation. To be honest, the thought of what I was doing - that was more of a turn on than the few nerve impulses that managed to make their way to my brain’s pleasure centre. This was a weird mind-fuck – and then another wave crashed over me.

 

The waves were getting stronger. That last one felt like I wasn’t even there anymore. Something – some knot of sensation and attraction and blood and cum was there, but I couldn’t well say whether it was me, Kurk or Iain. I looked over at Iain, who was tweaking his nipples, looking at my display. Kurk had shifted position and was currently rimming me – how long was I gone that time? How did I not notice I was being rimmed? Again the act of rimming on my numb hole was cerebrally nice to look back at, but hadn’t even registered physically. Then my cock felt warm. I looked down to see Kurk had moved down to start sucking it backwards from behind me. I was still semi hard cause of the Caverject, and if he kept going, it wouldn’t be long till this position was impossible. His hand reached up to my waistband as he did this and I could hear him tugging at my laces. I felt more heat near my balls as Kurk continued to mouth-fuck me and tried to take as much of me in him as possible. I ground myself down into his mouth – his dark red lips were even more livid pulled tight around my shaft. Fuck me, that kid was hot.

 

Soon enough I was stepping out of the chaps and broke contact with Kurk (his bruised-looking fleshy red lips looked empty as I pulled out) to bring them with my harness to make a pile by the door. Fuck! My legs felt really heavy, even with just walking that short bit across the bathroom. Iain, on that side of the room, sitting by the toilet, caught my leg and started stroking his hand up and down it. I looked down to him. His eyes were widely dilated as he looked up to me, his other hand jacking his meaty cock. However, hunky rugby player or not, I thought it’d be best to sit with Kurk. At least he was also going through what I was.

 

I bent down and kissed Iain on the lips. He tasted of mouthwash and flicked his tongue across mine. “Sorry Iain, but I’m gonna go sit by Kurk. I’m feeling pretty disconnected with the K” Iain shrugged and asked “is there anything more of that around?” I thought and didn’t particularly want to reopen the bathroom door, so I thought again about the pills in the cabinet. I reached over the sink and opened the small cabinet where Iain got the Caverject. I quickly found the baggy of pills. “Iain – what are these?”

 

Iain brightened up when he saw them and said, “Oh fuck yeah, I’d forgotten where they were. They’re my stash of Ecstasy. I didn’t know how good they were – Mircko, Lee, Si and me took some before we contacted you, but they took a long time to hit and it wasn’t until after we’d talked to you that they peaked. It was before you came over, which is when Mircko, Lee and Simon really gave me a good seeing to, heh”. He twisted his right nipple and chuckled with the memory of this. I remembered the Polish looking guy and the other silver daddy Lee – still in good shape with defined hairy pecs – in fact lots of salt and pepper body-hair, but anyone would find it hard to be compared as “the other silver fox” to Simon’s golden god-bod. I’d seen Mircko fisting Lee in the other guestroom. The one I was expected to be in right now. No wonder Slater had spiked me with K. My ass could probably take some serious damage right now and I wouldn’t mind. Those four must have take turns gang-banging Iain while I was showering at home, just before I left for this place. Iain related how Mircko had fucked Lee till he came, then used Lee’s cum to lube his cock back into Iain’s hole and cum up there. The thought of what had happened minutes before I came in to this place was hot. My semi-hard cock bobbed in front of Iain and he opened his mouth and took it – no hands. I chuckled “I’m afraid, I washed my cock just before coming in here lad” remembering Iain’s indiscriminate love of ass-to-mouth. He let go and nuzzled his face against my hard 10 inch boner. There was a bit of spit or precum coming off it and Iain rubbed his lips and cheek and many-times-broken nose against it, leaving a silvery trail – getting marked by me. There was something delightfully perverse and sub about the way Iain, the big strapping rugby prop forward, debased himself for any cock.

 

I took some pills out of the baggy. They were white and had a dove logo stamped on them and I tried to remember if there’d been any warnings about white dove pills in the last while. I thought about my increasing trippiness with the K and how maybe it’d be good to set up a rush to keep things positive in case I did find myself stuck in a K hole. Kind of like how you take pills before LSD to ensure a good trip. I looked down to Iain, who was sucking my cock again. Fuck – how’d I not notice that? “How many pills did you take last time?”

 

“Just one, but I guess you can add the MDMA to that tally as well”

 

I did the maths in my head – he’d done at least two or three lines of MDMA. He’d need to redose with about half that. I bit a pill in half and gave him one and a half of them with some water. I turned to Kurk who was fixated on the pool’s controls. “Kurk… Kurk! …KURK!?”

 

Kurk zoned in again – I wasn’t the only one wandering off it seemed. “Kurk, did you do any pills apart from the MDMA?” He shook his head. Offering him the glass and pill I said, “here’s one and some water” and when he’d swallowed, I took the pill and a half I’d set aside for myself. God those things were bitter!

 

I crossed the room. Again it felt like my legs were made of lead. Turning back, I saw Iain had already started dusting off Hugo. A man who knew what he wanted!

 

I sat down on the pool edge, and immediately stood up again. Fuck! Direct pressure on my ass still made it sting like a motherfucker! Kurk looked me over and smirked as he looked down to my welted ass and realised my predicament. “Of course!” he exclaimed, “that can’t feel fun. Hang on…” Kurk reached behind himself and found the tap. Setting the temperature to a luke-warm, he sat into the pool on the inbuilt shelf that ran along one side – there was enough room for at least two if not three on that shelf alone. I stood and zoned out again as another wave crashed over my consciousness. When I came back, the pool had filled up. That time all I remember was the pleasant sounds of the water gushing. Once it was nice and full, the 23 year old beckoned me in. I stepped in at the deeper side and slowly bent my knees. My hot ass hit the water and I was worried the effect would sting, but instead it felt cooling – like camomile lotion when you’ve the chicken pox. I sighed with palpable relief and turned to my young saviour. “Dude, this feels wonderful, how can I repay you?” 

 

Kurk looked past me, his eyes out of focus. I waded over to him and waved my hand in front of his face. “Kurk, are you listening?” He snapped back to me, “oh man this stuff is heavy, um, maybe lets drain the pool a little. I don’t want us having any accidents” – which by the way, looking back now was a very fucking smart move on Kurk’s behalf – lads NEVER mix Ket and baths…. Bad idea! He turned around and kneeling on the inner shelf with his torso fully out of the water and his back to me, the young lad started to turn the control for the drain. The moving water swirling past my feet, my legs, my ass, felt wonderful. The K really started to hit as I stood there, hip-deep, then thigh deep in the water. The feeling of buoyancy and the energy of the luke warmwater was fascinating, but I was having difficulty keeping track of who was experiencing this – who was I? As soon as I realised I was having problems hanging on to my sense of self, the “sense of self” that perceived that, slipped away and then I* realised that I was having difficulty understanding or pinning things down. I got stuck in this chase for my own sense of self. Then I remember gradually raising my hand out of the water and marvelling at the pearls that dripped off one by one as if time slowed down, the droplets looking more like 2D circles than 3D spheres. As the water level went down, I unconsciously lowered myself to my knees to be once again enveloped by it. The ketamine worked on my perception of my senses – where I define my body  - where it begins and ends, and in that water I couldn’t figure that out. As the wave of ketamine intensified, my awareness freed itself from my body and I became an underwater being, a water elemental, a selkie, a water current come to life. The sheer joy and beauty of it is so hard to describe probably cause we’re visual creatures and our language has developed to describe mostly what we see. Ketamine instead ups your other more mental sensations – you know those sensations of how you know someone behind you is looking at you, or when you feel you’re being followed, or in a dark room how you can tell the room’s dimensions. Well multiply all that by a thousand and then fuck with it. I knew how to estimate dimensions alright, but I’d no idea if they were the dimensions of the room I was in or the memory of my childhood bedroom or maybe mapping out the landscape of some blockbuster superhero movie I’d gone to see that week.

 

One of my exes Kevin swore K helped him to speak to god who was currently being channelled through a homeless black woman in New York, and whatever did happen, it helped him put a lot of his issues in perspective. He was always much more chilled after that. For me, I’d only really tried it when Kevin sourced some again after that first experience and the four of us (me and my three exes Kevin, Andrew and Joe) spent the weekend trapped on the bed, rolling our naked bodies together like planets that were in orbit of each-other. My sense of distance was judged by how close the other guys in the room were, and not where inconsequential things like walls, bodies or directional coordinates like up or down were.

 

That weird 2D dimension sense started to kick in again and I felt I was stepping outside myself, seeing my kneeling body, hip-deep in the deeper part of the pool. Right in front of me was Kurk, thigh deep in the water and kneeling on the shallow shelf and his back and ass to me – more like a gay erotic cartoon than real-life though. He’d spaced out as well and had let the drain stay open - which was a smart move, looking back at it now. He was currently slowly squeezing a squeeze-top shower gel bottle – he’d covered his whole hand with shower gel and was watching the goo slowly slide over his knuckles. I reached my hand over to him and my body’s vision flashed back in to show my hand reaching out and caressing his right thigh.

 

Back in my out-of-body view I watched as Kurk turned and said something unintelligible to me. He was smiling and as I ran my hand up to his ass, my awareness shifted gear again to zoom in on the action of my hand running up the side of Kurk’s leg. Each hair I ran over felt like a giant redwood being knocked down in a forest, my hand was an unstoppable force of nature – a landslide sweeping everything in its path. The landslide approached a rise in the land it was spilling over, the foothills of a mountain. Not just any mountain but a huge mountain. Bigger than any on Earth. Olympus Mons growing out of the Martian landscape pushing out through the thin Martian atmosphere into actual space… I moved my hand up over the dome of his arse.

 

My vision shifted gear once again.

 

Now I wasn’t seeing as much as sensing. The mouth leaned forward. The human in front leaned back and opened its ass. Pressure and soft skin. The tongue navigated steam, hair, sweat, tightness – much tightness, inaccessibility. The hands helped and the tightness lessened. Gear shift.

 

I could hear my breath. I was breathing into Kurk McCaimble’s hairy ass. His hole was young, tight and vivid pink underneath the dusting of dark hairs. I moved in again to lick it, moving the closest wiry hairs out of the way. He jolted as I touched tongue to his pucker. The self-aware energy that poured through that connection – it was like water from a burst dam, but going both ways. I knew he wanted to grind into my tongue, and I knew he knew I was braced and ready for it – the water had continued to drain till there was only a few centimetres left. Kurk followed up his body language and pushed back, the rimming got more intense and started to turn into proper tongue-fucking. I slipped my hands further up his arse. My right index finger pushed forward to play with his hole while I continued licking. Spitting on my finger, I started to probe the tight know of muscle. Kurk bucked at my invasion. I guess he didn’t usually bottom, cause next thing I know I could feel the muscles further up Kurk’s back were tensing. I looked up to see his right arm reaching for another knob. Then all of sudden – rain.

 

The shower was on. I had to immediately stop rimming cause anyone will tell you, rimming in a shower is like waterboarding, you can’t do it and breathe at the same time. Kurk turned around to me as I adjusted to the warm water flowing down on me from the two rows of six massive shower heads spaced above the pool. Simon really loved his bathroom fixtures. Kurk was now sitting on the edge of the pool in front of all the knobs. He was laughing with pleasure from the water. He stood up on the inner shelf so his cock was above my head height. He made another sound, but I couldn’t hear him over the increasing rush of the water. Increasingly Kurk’s laughter seemed to come from further and further away. I could understand his sheer joy. The percussion of the water droplets from the oversized showers was divine. I felt I was I some tropical water world. I lay back and let the water hit my chest in a sharp staccato pitter patter. Being in the shower on K was intense – I felt my consciousness could travel through the droplets but only the closest ones, before the first or second millisecond before they hit my body – that was some weird boundary to my being. My mind could inhabit these perfect little spheres of water – each of them mini-universes in their own right – cyclical, phasing through their own big bangs and rising and falling of civilisations, my mind was like a god spirit to each of these as they crashed up on my skin and were destroyed. But more were ever coming. Such was the cycle.

 

I slipped into a trance of trying to chase my own consciousness in through the waterdroplets, for who knows how long. In the distance I made out a big pink shape come through the waterworld. Ian stepped into the pool and gathered me up like a rag-doll into a crushing kiss. His broken nose pressing into mine, his lips pulled tight, the rush of air from my lungs to his, all while the water enclosed our twosome in a constant roar. Iain was only readable in pieces. The three dimensional plane had broken into flat fragments. Jet-black hair plastered to his forehead. Eyes closed, water trickling over feminine long lashes. My hands on his white pumped-up pecs. Water droplets building up on dropping off his erect pink nipples. His mouth descending on me for another kiss. His tongue battling mine. He tasted of strength and bitter ecstasy tablets. He turned me around facing Kurk, though I couldn’t see him through the rain, and all of a sudden I was cold. The rain had stopped.

 

I wanted so desperately to re-enter the beautiful water-world, but as I my confusion died down, I could hear Iain and Kurk talking. Oh. They were talking to me. I remember not feeling any of the typical paranoia you feel with other drugs where you worry that people will see how high you are. Any concern like that seemed from so far away. They repeated themselves. Something about kneeling. I knelt down and could sense Iain’s big dick and heavy balls just hanging out of my vision over my right shoulder. In front of me were Kurk’s hairy pale legs. I looked up to Kurk to see if I could make out what was going on. He was hold his heavy flaccid cock in his hands, no, not fully flaccid, what’s the word, tumescent. I heard more noises. My skin was growing colder. Someone said something ending in an upper inflection. They asked a question. It came from so far away. The question was repeated and I needed to answer it. But I started to feel that there was this growing distance between me and the lads.

 

Remembering what Theo said – about avoiding a K-hole, I remembered advice from years ago from Kevin. Just that if I ever found myself in a K-hole, to remember to relax and understand that there were layers to everything. Consciousness is an emergent property of our nerves firing together. Society is an emergent system a layer higher than that. We’re always part of each layer. With that I felt very chill again. I was riding the K trip, on the crest of the wave, holons higher than mere individual consciousness and so I nodded, thinking that might be the right answer to start the water again. I leaned back against Iain’s sturdy legs as Kurk’s body grew increasingly fragmented. All my vision was becoming fractured. The world began to look like I was looking through a kaleidoscope. That was when the first splash came back. Not of water, though it was the same warmth, no this was saltier. It was strong smelling. What … Oh… Kurk was pissing on me.

 

I knew there was a part of me that should be a little pissed at this. I wasn’t a natural sub, as I’d repeatedly proven to myself over the night. But that part of me was very far away. I felt the pure golden energy pour, washing over me and I raised my brow to get more fully under the stream.  It felt raw and clear and was beautiful. I was a penitent monk and this was my baptism, I was reborn in this yellow straw coloured stuff of heat and wet and connection to something holy. To this day, trippy songs like Robyn and Royksopp’s “Monument” bring me back to this moment. Maybe it was playing outside in the master bedroom. The very edge of the liquid molecules of piss as they flowed over my skin seemed to be a wave of miniature hands caressing my body – taking me in, accepting me. Kurk was pissing, pouring his love and acceptance on me and I took it in.

 

I raised my head even more and it started to sprinkle against my lips, beckoning me, inviting me. Open up! “Let me in!” Kurk’s disembodied head seemed to say as it formed out of the green marble tiling. I couldn’t say no, I opened my lips and let the fine amber wine flow down into my mouth. I’d tasted piss before so I wasn’t too shocked by the sour taste. In fact, the more I tasted it, the more subtle flavours I could tease from it – bitter notes of coffee and dark chocolate. I needed more. I opened my mouth further and arched my neck to get the stream directly hitting the back of my throat. I let my mouth cavity fill up and then gargled the piss as more came in. The agitated piss slipped out over my mouth and poured down the side of my face again. As I arched my back further and further, so my head was held parallel to the floor, the piss started to swash up and over my upper lip. It trickled and then flowed down my nostrils – more holes that needed anointing. I needed piss all over me. I rubbed my hands on face, moving that piss through my hair, up in and around my eyes, behind my jaw, in my ears – “don’t forget to wash behind your ears” I heard my mother’s voice say. Fuck – I was tripping.

 

As I lost myself to the bliss of Kurk’s golden shower, after a while, he reached the end and he was stopping and starting his flow. The top of my head gently bopped off of Iain’s hung balls still behind me. I looked over to the rugby player, and as I did Kurk fully finished.

 

As I looked up to the built fucker, my gaze climbing steadily up his defined six, no, eight pack and bulging tit-pecs, I knew I wanted his piss too. I needed to be marked by both of them. I tried to get my heavy legs to work. My mind tried to re-enter my body. No luck. I tried to communicate with Iain. As he wasn’t on K – but still really high, it took him a while to figure out what I wanted. He reached down, and with very little effort, pulled me up into his arms, turned me to face him and made me sit back down on my ass on the pool’s floor. Then grabbing my legs by the knees, he upended me, so I was balanced on my shoulders in a small puddle of piss. The smell of Kurk’s piss got noticeably stronger down in that puddle. Iain put my hands on my ass cheeks and made me spread them, giving him a bullseye to aim for. He chewed on my reddened hole for a bit and whacked his cock off my arse. At that point though, my ass cheeks were totally numb. “Anoint me” I think I* croaked, though I couldn’t be sure. Either way, a few seconds later I saw the first few dribbles come out of Iain’s cock. It must have been tough for him, as he was on uppers too, but he managed a steady flow after a few minutes of cajoling from Kurk and I. My hole was open and like my mouth before I let it fill up with this precious juice.  I barely felt it to be honest, but I knew it was important to get marked by these men. I was Achilles getting bathed in invulnerability. I was Siegfried bathing in dragon’s blood. I was a dragon, but to connect with my prey I had to be absolved. To understand the other side of things – both sides now. Clouds. Fuck! Trippin balls.

 

The piss quickly overflowed my ass and as it passed over my body the rivulets divided and sub-divided as they made their way down. Piss trickled down my legs, my back, my sandwiched upside-down stomach, my small pecs, down my neck into my hair, onto the floor. Little rivulets ran down my upside-down and still-hard cock, which was pointed at my face and made it look like I was pissing my self. I opened my mouth to the juices dripping from my cock and was surprised by the difference in taste between Kurk and Iain. Still. Iain’s piss tasted more like honey and weed - herby, less bitter than the coffee/dark chocolate tastes of Kurk earlier. And then Iain was done too. I remember turning myself around and lapping at the piss puddled under me – I couldn’t waste any of it. I’d never been such a piss pig before or after this. Maybe I was copying Iain as he bent down beside me to lick the piss from my skin. God we were such fuckin perves.

 

I realised I* was on all fours then as Iain started to work his semi hard cock into me. Gone were my inhibitions about bottoming. If I could take Orson, I could take Iain. I ground back on him, opening up enough for his sloppy semi-hard cock. There’s something beautiful about being so open that people can “push rope” into you. However the K had really worked a wonder on me and so I ended not remembering or feeling much of anything over the next forty minutes or so, as Kurk and Iain took turns fucking my ass. I remember at one point Kurk felt he could piss again and pissed inside me for a bit, but again I didn’t feel it. We all took turns fucking eachother – but the memory of the forty minutes got really jumbled after the piss-play. I’ve a distinct memory of fucking Kurk – reverse cowboy style while telling him I loved him. I mean obviously that was the Ecstasy talking, but it’s still sweet to remember that. Later I remember working with Kurk to get Hugo further into Iain (again).

 

All in all, K’s a double edge sword and candy flipping with ecstasy mightn’t have been my smartest move. More experienced mates of mine just shook their head when they heard about my overall drug tally. I tripped balls but also wrecked myself with all the drugs trying to command my body and awareness to do five different things at once. The overall trip was also a bit manic and … uncomfortable? That’s a holder word until I find a better way to describe feeling like your skin’s gonna crawl off while you sit in one place and wonder why gravity doesn’t work anymore, and continually have to ask yourself - which way is the centre of the earth? After that weekend I swore I’d never do K again as a party and play drug, or at least never booty bump it. I later broke both of those promises to myself, but I’ve still kept one promise – do K on its own without anything else. I’ve since figured out how to have a beautiful trip from it that I can remember much better than mere mental snap shots of getting a giant dildo hilt deep in some young beefcake rugby player.

 

* These are probably good points to interject that when I wrote “I”, I really meant “It” cause I was feeling super-disconnected from my body at this point. Not fully out-of-body, but close enough.

 

When eventually I started to realise who I was, I was straddled over Iain in the pool, squatting over his face, while Kurk sat on his cock, bouncing up and down while his own cock was making a mesmerising helicopter spin. There was knocking on the door. Wait – what was I doing? I felt some tentative licking on my hole.

 

“Go on, just see if you can”

 

I realised that Iain had cajoled me into trying to take a dump in his mouth – he was such a filthy bastard! Luckily (for my feelings anyway) I’d not been able to perform – the ecstasy had fully kicked in and I was coming up. Also I’m pretty sure I’d nothing left up in there at this stage – it’d been nearly half a day since I came there. This time yesterday I’d been eating chilli-fries at a rugby match watching the guy currently rimming me fight a losing battle against the All-Blacks. Damn, life is full of weird twists and turns. Whether it was the E or what I burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. The knocking came back louder now and I swivelled my head and was delighted I could focus my attention again – My attention. I knew who I was again! My trip down the rabbit hole was coming to a close.

 

“Guys? Are you ok?”

 

It was Orson.

[streetmonkey]

Definitely the best writing I've ever seen on here. Cheers for seeing it through!

[rough-one]

Thanks - I use the writing to blow off stress, so I had a big presentation yesterday and that's why I wrote that much. I've another presentation on the 9th of Sept

 

Edited August 25, 2017 by rough-one
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[streetmonkey]

Hehe we'll be standing by ;-)

[rough-one]

 

Previously...

I realised that Iain had cajoled me into trying to take a dump in his mouth – he was such a filthy bastard! Luckily (for my feelings anyway) I’d not been able to perform – the ecstasy had fully kicked in and I was coming up. Also I’m pretty sure I’d nothing left up in there at this stage – it’d been nearly half a day since I came there. This time yesterday I’d been eating chilli-fries at a rugby match watching the guy currently rimming me fight a losing battle against the All-Blacks. Damn, life is full of weird twists and turns. Whether it was the E or what I burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. The knocking came back louder now and I swivelled my head and was delighted I could focus my attention again – My attention. I knew who I was again! My trip down the rabbit hole was coming to a close.

“Guys? Are you ok?”

It was Orson

Right so...

I awkwardly stepped out of the pool. As I stood up the world spun and I had to balance myself leaning against the wall. Kurk was oblivious to my moving – he was riding that cock for all it was worth and throwing his head back moaning. It was a thing of beauty to see Iain’s thick cock disappear into Kurk’s hairy hole. He lifted his balls to protect them from his bouncing and you could see his glistening hairy taint and his pale chest now flushed red in patches with all the drugs in his system, bouncing up and down, up and down – Iain’s cock, appearing, disappearing, appearing, disappearing. Iain looked over at me, licking his lips and beckoning me back. No doubt he wanted me to sit on his face again. I waved him off, I needed to get my head straight after that mad trip on ketamine. Such a powerful drug!

 

I stumbled over to the door. Turning the lock I looked out to see Orson preparing to knock again. Behind him on the bed was Simon, Jay, Karl and Padraic, in various stages of kissing and cuddling. Orson looked me dead in the eyes.

 

“We need to talk.”

 

Fucking hell – my brain was still half-broken and now Orson wanted to “talk”. I tried to shake some k-cobwebs off and brought my hand up to my face squeezing my brow. “Mmm-ok. Fine. Sure. We can do that. What’s the story with that eejit Simon and his fella. Are they still trying to date-rape me?”

 

Simon perked up at the mention and disentangled himself from the lads. He started, “excuse me lad, but you’re no innocent here…” I bridled at the accusation that somehow my actions were even remotely equivocal to his and was, in true Northern Irish style about the read the shit out of him, when Orson held up his hand and shouted “shut up the two of yis” and pointing at me said, “you, me, spare bedroom now!” With that he grabbed me with surprising strength and pulled me out of the bathroom and through the bedroom to the hall. I was shocked by how strong he’d gotten. It seemed only a couple of years ago he was still this scrawny up-his-own-arse debating-society nob-end with terrible acne and weird hair. Now he was buff as fuck and dragging me around like a bitch. I sized him up as he hustled me through the hall – we were both stark naked. He was the same height as me, but had filled out quite a lot – the suits he wore to press conferences and shopping centre openings obviously hid a lot. His ass had the perkiness of a regular twenty year old or a thirty year old who did a lot of squats, dusted with little golden hairs. Man, that ass…

 

Orson opened the guest bedroom to see the bed occupied with Lee (the other silver daddy) fucking the shaven headed guy with the flock of birds tattoo on the bed where hours before I’d sat with Gavin and Padraic. The last time I saw the shaven-headed guy he was getting rammed by Sven downstairs, and it seemed here again he was taking it like a champ from Lee. The room stank of weed and sex was filled with the grunts from the shaven-headed guy… and not only the shaven headed guy. As we walked in further, we noticed that the duvet had been pulled down on the other side of the bed for Gavin, who was riding someone down there and groaning up a storm. Orson pulled me over to the desk where still some of Theo’s coke remained.

“Right Mike”, he looked me dead in the eyes, “I’m not proud of what happened back there…”

 

“Let me cut you off right there Orson, before you start justifying the almost gangrape that you and your mates were happy enough to sit back and watch happen…”

 

“Now wait a minute, I would’ve jumped in had it gotten out of hand”

“Out of hand? Have you seen my arse?”

 

“I thought you were into it, I didn’t know the whole pup thing was a disguise. I barely had time to recognise you, when suddenly…”

 

“Oh I call bullshit”

 

“What?”

 

“Are you saying you didn’t recognise me earlier? I basically called you by name at one point”

 

“Mike I was high as fuck. At that point all I remember thinking was that it was just my luck that the one guy whose ass felt like heaven to fuck was pissed at me for being part of fivesome that went a bit too heavy”

 

“That seems to be a recurring theme this evening, everyone here is far too fucking rough! And what the hell is the deal with Slater and your husband?”

“Man, I think Alan and Simon are going through some shit, which if it’s anything like me and Tadhg… well, they’re on thin ice. Tadhg was really upset by that piece you ran on us. I let him cool down with Alan and Sandy in the other room.”

 

“…and you?”

 

“To be honest, I wasn’t surprised. Weirdly it actually strengthened my voting base – people are happy to see that gay couples haven’t it all figured out either. The way we’re portrayed by the media right now as if we’re shiny and perfect… well lets just say I got a lot of emails and letters of support and people opening up about their own rocky marriages. It just hit Tadhg hard. His family saw it and he didn’t quite know what signing up for a public life would be. He thought that I’d be able to keep any shit thrown my way, away from him.”

 

“Yeah, well I am actually sorry he got caught up in this”

 

Orson raised an eyebrow and in a voice dripping in sarcasm, replied, “You. Mike McAllister. No 1. bane of politicians in the six counties. The roving eye, feared by dodgy developers, civil servants and terrorists all, no-one escapes your columns. YOU’RE sorry? I didn’t think you even knew what the word meant?”

 

I scoffed, “Ah here now, it’s not like that Orson. And shut your sarky gob. Of course I was sorry. I never intended to hurt the fella”. I leaned in real close to Orson. I could smell his breath on my face, and raised my hand in a fist. I saw his blonde eyelashes blink anxiously as I lightly mock-punched his (now well-muscled) chest. “You, on the other hand, are fair game!”

 

He guffawed. “Me fair game?” He stepped back, backlit in the small room by the daylight streaming through the windows past the fucking couples. I could still make out his heavy 9” dick and balls carving out a more than substantial piece of the silhouette. The one that even now made my ass clench in anticipation. The small tribal tattoo on his hip was just lit up to the side and as he turned, the light hit his golden pubes making them look like pure sunlight – oh man I don’t know if it was the E but I just wanted to rub my face down there.

 

He continued. “You’ve been the one with a fucking vendetta against me…”

“Oh fuck off Adams. We both know you’ve had it in for me since college. And I can never prove it but I’m sure you had something to do with those letters that went out to my parents and the parents of Kevin, Joe and Andrew. That shit ruined my prospects here. The only paper that’d hire me was the fuckin Sun afterwards, so yeah maybe I do have a fucking vendetta against you but it’s not been unearned.”

 

“What letters?” Orson looked shocked.

 

I noticed the fucking on the bed had slowed down. Gavin was clambering up on the bed to listen and oh fuck – what was Theo still doing here? The two of them joined Lee and the shaven-headed guy in listening to Orson and me rehash the past. I could make out Theo passing a joint around.

 

“You honestly don’t remember anything about letters being sent to the homes of all our parents and who knows who else, in our final year of college. Two months before exams? Kevin never even finished his degree, he ran like a scalded cat out of the place. The letters had pics of us taken in the LGB soc room, in the Kremlin dancing together and kissing and somehow even a pic of the four of us in bed. Attached to the pics was a letter going on about the ungodly practices of us all and how we’d be going to hell when we died, typical fundamentalist shite. And you’re saying you’ve no idea how they got taken?”

 

Orson’s eyes bugged out as I told him this. “I always wondered why you guys broke up. I’d heard something about your parents finding out about ye, but Mike honestly, I’ve no idea…”

 

“You never gave us a break about it in college. You were always harping on about promiscuity being the thing holding us back from mainstream acceptance…”

Orson held up his hand. “I know I was a bit of a git in college. I’m not denying that. But I’ve changed. I mean it’d be pretty hypocritical for me to stick by those views now, here of all places. But honestly Mike, I’ve no idea who sent those photos.”

 

I looked at him wearily. “Really? Orson. It’s been years. Can’t you just admit it?”

 

Orson shook his head. “I don’t know how to prove to you I’m not lying…”

“Ahemm...”

We turned as one to the lad clearing his throat behind us. Lee and Theo sat smirking beside Gavin who was just now bending down to blow the guy I didn’t know the name of.

 

Theo spoke up. “Lads, I think I can help you with that”. Turning back to the tattooed lad getting blown, he quickly remarked “don’t get too comfortable Ciaran, I’ll be back this one in a second” and with that said, smacked Gavin’s ass. He stood up and moved over to the desk and reached for his bag underneath. He’d obviously been the one that Gavin had been bouncing on up till recently. His cock still looked engorged and slick with lube and bounced awkwardly as he walked. He caught me staring at it and winked. As he bent down I couldn’t help but check out the rest of my dealer’s naked body. I’d been too fucked up on K last time to appreciate it, but Theo had a beautiful body for a lad in his mid forties. It was also half-covered in tattoos – mainly very nationalistic ones – the Irish tricolour with a machine gun on his right shoulder and the Irish harp on the left, the chest piece was the Irish “Tiocfaidh ár Lá!” which means “our day will come” – a classic IRA slogan, written in a sweeping U across his pecs, but low enough to be hidden by a wide-collared top. As he turned to flip the top off his bag I saw he had the entire Irish 1916 proclamation of the free state on his back! Fuck! That’s a lot of words!

Theo straightened back up with an “Aha!” and proffered his hand with two red pills in them.

 

“These here are some very powerful designer drugs, new in from London, and the thing is, I’ve not had the right moment to try em out. But the big thing about them is that you seemingly can’t lie while you’re on em. They’re called Pures and they contain a doctored version of scopolamine, and fuckload of herbal E. The Scopolamine in its pure form can be dangerous – it’s normally found in fairly toxic and trippier cousins of potatoes and tomatoes - deadly nightshade and the like. It used to be used as a truth serum way back in the day, but it usually made people vomit or damage their liver. So the chemists over the pond have figured out a way to change it to stop the nausea and bad trips, while keeping the trippy nature and the truth serum part. If you lads really want to settle your beef, you’d be doing us all a favour if you try em.”

 

Now here’s the thing. If I’d not been high on god knows how many pills and powders at this point, there would’ve been no way in hell I’d have gone near some designer drug derivative of deadly nightshade – that shit is poisonous! But I was high. And Orson reached for his first… Fuck!

 

We downed our pills quickly and Theo led us over to bed where Lee and the guy Ciaran (?) were lying back and snogging. Gavin was bent over them trying to suck both their cocks, but because of the angle was only managing to suck one at a time – taking about 20 seconds on each, and then switching, all the while jacking off the other. Theo reached for Gavin’s hips and made him spread his legs to lower them. With Gavin repositioned and ready to fuck, the dealer brought us over to the window side of the bed and sat us down in the duvet nest and left us there. A few seconds after Theo left our sides I heard Gavin begin to make muffled blowjob-moans in rhythm. Theo was obviously back inside him.

I felt a hand reach for mine. I grasped Orson tight. We leaned against the bed and looked out over the cityscape of Belfast

 

Orson looked over at me with the sinking sun in his blue eyes, his strawberry blond hair framing his youthful face, now almost completely free of acne-scarring.

 

“I took that pill to show you. I’ve nothing to hide. But you were right on one thing. I did slut-shame you guys in your foursome. I was jealous of them.”

 

“Envious” I corrected, smiling and gently wiped an eyelash off his blushing cheek.

 

“Fine, yeah, envious. They all got to be with you, and you never gave me the time of day”

Y’know those times where you could of course add more to a conversation, but you realise it’s better to just listen. Yeah this was one of those times.

 

I didn’t know how much time had passed but the light was fading and shadows of the window frames grew across Orson’s chest. He was going on about all the ways he’d had a crush on me from the start of college, and how later on he just felt completely ignored by me and how it’d hurt to see me so happy with the guys. Seemingly he used that as a reason to do bigger and bigger things politically to get my attention (was I the cause of Orson’s political career?). I let him get it all out. At some point I felt a surge of energy rush through my neck to my brain. I was coming up on that designer drug and it was starting to rush through my system. My whole body felt alive, a machine switching back on with full battery. I looked over to Orson and time seemed to slow down as I watched his pupils dilate too.

 

“You up?”

 

“I’m up as fuck!”

 

“So tell me one thing Orson. Did you have anything to do with those letters?”

 

“Not exactly. But I think I need to ask my old friend Mafra if she did”

 

“Who the fuck is Mafra? Was she that mousy one with the glasses who was always following you around?”

“Yeah, she was my fag-hag in college. She lives in Leeds now. Look she’s got a family…”

“But Orson, we had families!” This came out in a much softer tone than I’d thought. The drug was rapidly draining any negativity from me and I was a ball of light and happiness. Still after answers, but also accepting them.

“Yeah well, the thing is she was fiercely protective of me and I used to confess everything to her. How I was in love with you and how you never seemed to notice me. I spent many hours at her flat moaning about you guys till the late hours. Well long story short I think she might have done it. Two months before exams she invited me over for a meal in her flat, we got really drunk on red wine and…”

 

“…and?” I looked shocked at him, but also compassionately – damn this stuff was good. No doubt I’d have flown off the handle by this point if I were sober or drunk.

 

“Well, I woke up beside her in bed. She said that she was glad that we’d finally found our way to each other and there were no obstacles anymore to why we couldn’t be together”

 

Fuck! Orson Adams had gotten raped by his fag hag. I’d heard of shit like this happening. But fuck me that was harsh!

I looked into his dilated blue eyes.

 

“Hey man sorry to hear that”

 

“Yeah it was kinda fucked up. I don’t remember having sex, but she got real clingy the next few weeks while I was trying to sort my head out. And then she got really weird and I heard that she was telling everyone we were in a relationship now and she was pregnant.”

I was shocked. I also noticed there didn’t seem to be too much groaning from behind us. The lads were getting their weekly dose of drama.

“Yeah, she kept trying to meet up with me and I kept fending her off, telling her I wasn’t sure what happened but I needed space to get my head clear. Then there were the finals. She kept ringing me all the time after them, when I had hightailed it home to sort myself out. Eventually I told my family about it and they drove me to her place to talk to her and see what to do about the baby. It turns out there wasn’t one. She’d made it up to try and force me into being with her. I mean I kinda felt bad for her cause in a way I was smitten with you, so I know what it’s like to be in unrequited love and all that, but it fucked up our friendship and I cut contact with her. I heard she moved to Leeds shortly afterwards for a job.”

Dude…
I took a deep breath and said, “Right Orson. I believe you. I’m sorry you went through all that shite with that wan and I’m guessing she probably was behind the letters too. And I’m sorry myself for the time I retaliated in the press too”

 

He snorted. “Oh you mean the article photoshopping lipstick and eye-shadow on me when I first announced my candidacy?”

 

“Um…sorry bout that one yeah…”

 

“Or was it the rumours I’d gotten HIV from George Michael…?”

“..that too yeah. I think I got a photo of you sneezing. Sorry”

“… only to be cured by some radical treatment that I bribed big Pharma for”

 

“..that one too yeah. It was a slow week”

 

“how about when you photoshopped me in drag?”

 

“I thought you looked good in an empire-line dress?”

 

“Fuck you ya prick. And what the fuck was that line you used about Doctor Who?”

 

“Well you were wearing a Dalek tie in the photo for April 1^st and so I said maybe you could find the Tardis and travel back in time to the eighties where your policies might have had some teeth.”

 

“You were an absolute fucker!”

“I know, but I did even worse to your opponents – dislike you as I did at the time, you were still running on a good ticket”

 

“Speaking of other people you’ve fucked over, what are you gonna do about Kurk?”

“I’ll tell him, but let me do it when he’s sober. It doesn’t seem fair now”

 

“Are we good?” Orson looked at me, his dilated pupils filling my vision.

 

“More than good, though keep your husband off me – he’s got a killer right hook”

 

Orson laughed and reached over for me and we kissed. It was a good kiss, one of those ones you remember when thinking of special kisses and above us we heard applause. I glanced up to see the four lads were looking down at us from the bed.

 

Gavin smirked and said, “well go on lads, don’t let us stop you from sealing the deal!”

 

I laughed and stood up a little shakily. Lee (the silver fox) handed me over some lube and poppers and taking them I grinned down at Orson. His gorgeous blues were staring straight up at me expectantly as he jacked his 9 inches to full mast.

 

I dunno if I’ve related just how right Orson’s cock was, a thick white monster with a velvety foreskin that now was pulling back revealing the red shiny streamlined head. I squirted some lube on his hand – it was the good silicon-based stuff, and reaching up to do my hole I handed him the poppers. The four lads were all now lying on the bed passing a joint around and watching in expectation. I stepped over Orson and with my back to the window, on display for all of Belfast’s telescope enthusiasts to see, I lowered myself to Orson’s cockhead. Getting level with Orson’s head I could feel him shifting his weight and rubbing his cock around my hole, slipping it around and then pressing on the entrance, then shifting and slipping it around again.

 

“Are you ready for this?”

 

He handed me back the poppers, and brought his other hand under to find my hole entrance and slipped his fingertip in.

 

I felt the rush of the designer ecstasy flowing through me, it was slightly different in feeling to the real deal, and more throbbing rush and I felt hotter somewhat. I wiped my brow and realised I was sopping wet. I was sweating more on this “Pure” drug than I ever did on speed or ecstasy. I wiped the sweat and other juices off my hand and tried to open the poppers, but I was way too sweaty for them. Seeing my awkwardness, Ciaran – the lad with the bird tattoo, reached over and opened them for me – I gave him a winning smile – I’d have to properly thank him later. Orson’s second finger was now shoving into me, stretching my cunt a little wider.

With the open poppers I took a good deep hit with each nostril, the energy from the Pure pill was making my movement a little skittish and shaky at this point so I made eye contact with Ciaran again and passed him the open bottle. He moved closer and closed them, but held them ready for another later hit. As I held that breath, I looked past him to see Lee fingering his ass while Theo, yeah Theo was holding Ciaran’s ass-cheeks apart and watching Lee work – all the while getting his cock sucked by Gavin. The poppers at that moment kicked in and my blood rushed to all parts of my body and I felt connected and sexy and clenched against Orson’s fingers – they weren’t enough.

I breathed out. I needed that dick.

 

Pulling off of Orson’s fingers, I reached under for his dick, but the lad was way ahead of me and found my soft spot with his hooded meat. Pressing up against my assbud, I looked down at him, his hair framed golden in the sunset – my old college nemesis, fucking me for the first time where I knew it was him, and wanted him. A beautiful feeling of tenderness opened up, and with it I opened up as I looked into his widening eyes and slid down his head. Stopping to adapt to his head again, I laughed with him.

 

“Fuck that feels good!”

 

“It feels amazing Mike!”

 

I shifted slightly and let myself down another inch.

 

“Ungh, yeah just there. I can take a bit more now”

 

“You lead the way Mike”

 

Ciaran leaned over the edge of the bed and looked down at us. The shaven headed lad who I’d first seen getting ploughed by Sven was caught up in our drama. I never noticed how long his dark black eyelashes were. He was surprisingly feminine with high cheekbones and freckles across his cheeks and nose, and it worked with him – a hot androgynous face – probably why he shaved his head.

 

“Tell us when you hit the base lads!”

 

I flashed a smile at him and rocked on the length I had in me. The poppers made it feel so good, but I knew that if I slammed myself down on Orson’s cock, as soon as the amyl wore off I’d be regretting it. Much as I wanted to go full speed, I knew I had to ease myself down. I slipped down another inch.

 

Orson was about a head’s length below mine, so as I lowered myself down I was getting closer to him, close enough to kiss him in an inch or two. I felt the rush wear off a little and mentally checked my ass muscles – everything felt good but tight. I stroked Orson’s face with my free hand and reached up to Ciaran again and stroked his cheek.

 

“I think I’ll need another hit”

 

Ciaran chuckled and mock snapped at my thumb as he opened the brown bottle and held it under each nostril. Again I inhaled deeply and held my breath, sinking slowly down another inch.

 

The rush this time really connected to my ecstasy-high and I felt my pores all over my body open and release the sweat. This time I knew I could take it and lowered myself down those last few inches, then up again to get the lube all over.

 

“I’m down at the base!”

 

Orson laughed and scooted up toward me. He leaned over and leaned in to kiss me.

 

“Congratulations Mike, I’ve waited for this for so long”

 

“Kiss me, y’eejit!”

 

We heard clapping again from above. I didn’t care all I could think about was Orson and his beautiful cock grinding into me as he took over and started slowly and measuredly grinding into my ass. The sweat on my ass cheeks made my ass slap loudly as he picked up the pace. My entire attention was away in sphincter muscles as his thick juicy meat filled me up, pumping along all my nerve endings making me feel full and connected and starting to rub that sweet spot. That spot that I’d ignored for so long, but now high as I was, I knew exactly how he should rub up against it and angled myself accordingly. Orson was popping my prostate and I was gonna milk myself off of him. Who knew I had this power bottom in me? I closed my eyes, ground down and pulled up on him, taking over control of the thrusting. That strawberry blond fucker’s donkey dick was filling my insides and I was riding this ride for all it was worth. Man – it was a fucking core muscle workout keeping balanced on top of that dick, but fuck it was worth it.

 

I felt a hand reach for me and then poppers were held under my nose again and I inhaled again. I pulled back and bounced on Orson – each thrust up a shot of pleasure energy from my ass direct to my brain. I felt that hand back again – too soon for poppers though. I opened my eyes to see the four guys kneeling at the edge of the bed. All four hard cocks sticking out close to my face. Even Theo on the far right was giving me the glad eye. I reached over gingerly to take his cock in hand. We kept eye contact as I lowered his dick to my lips. He tasted of lube and ass. And then the poppers rush kicked in again…

[NLbear]

So well written. Very much worth the wait!

[streetmonkey]

Loved the description of the intensity of Orson’s cock entering Mike’s hole inch by inch. Incredible once again. Thanks man. 

[rough-one]

Previously…

I felt a hand reach for me and then poppers were held under my nose again and I inhaled again. I pulled back and bounced on Orson – each thrust up a shot of pleasure energy from my ass direct to my brain. I felt that hand back again – too soon for poppers though. I opened my eyes to see the four guys kneeling at the edge of the bed. All four hard cocks sticking out close to my face. Even Theo on the far right was giving me the glad eye. I reached over gingerly to take his cock in hand. We kept eye contact as I lowered his dick to my lips. He tasted of lube and ass. And then the poppers rush kicked in again…

 

Right so…

There are times when you just want to take a snap shot of your life. Times when you just wish that moment would just stretch into an hour, a day, or longer. Moments where you promise yourself you’ll always remember how good you felt at that time. This was one of those. I had the best top dick in me and my hot straight dealer was feeding me his meat. I was never one of “those” gays who obsess over straight men and ignore their gay bros, nah fuck that shit. Still though, there was something insanely hot about being mouth-raped by my dealer who I knew had over four kids with four different women up and down the Falls road. That was some life-giving dick that was shoving to the back of my throat right now. I was so in the fucking moment, inhaling those two dicks into me – slathering Theo’s babymaker with my gummy spit, all the while grinding up and down on Orson. So when I was pulled off the dealer and shoved onto Lee’s cock it was a little shocking to remember there were three other guys in the room. Three guys who were getting impatient to get their cock sucked!

 

Four dicks, all pretty different from each other were fighting for my attention. For a while I bobbed for dick. Bouncing up and down on Orson and going in a line through the boys while freeing up my hands to jack two others. It was a miracle that all the while I managed to balance expertly with just my stomach muscles. Orson’s dick was so fucking right – the rhythm and fitting in and out – it was like an obsessive compulsive with a USB-stick – popping the lid on and off over and over again. However instead of clicking a lid back in place it was more of a muffled wet thump as Orson did his best in limited space. His dick went from halfway out, to filling me as we kept a steady slow-fuck rhythm. This went on for quite a bit actually and I even managed to focus enough on blowing the lads that I tried to shove Ciaran and Lee’s in at the same time – Ciaran’s long and thin cock complemented Lee’s thick and stubby one. However all of the oral action eventually got too much to deal with while so fucking high. I looked down to see Orson looking up at me with his tousled strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes and felt a rush of tenderness again wash through me. I leaned down and kissed him, seeing him strain as he worked himself up into me, and then out again, I stroked his cheeks and could feel some of the well-hidden acne scars.

 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that right?”

 

Orson took a deep breath. “Fuck I wish back in college you…”

I interrupted him with another kiss. I knew what he was going to say and I didn’t want to go down that road. There’s no point to it; regretting. I shifted my weight and breaking the kiss, I manoeuvred him to turn around a little so his head came up higher.

 

“I can’t suck all these cocks on my own Orson, help me out”

He chuckled and looked to his left where the guys were back in bobbing order – pale and smooth, girthy and strong, caramel and slightly curved, and fully hooded and meaty, otherwise know as Ciaran, Lee, Gavin and Theo.

 

Orson tried to reach Ciaran’s cock, but he was in a poor position and needed an extra bit of height. Ciaran seeing the conundrum, started to lower himself to feed his dick to Orson, down into the space between the bed and the window. Fuck, we were giving Belfast a good show tonight! Ciaran’s ass mooned right into my area of vision, and tunnel-minded as I was then, I started pawing for his hole. As Ciaran gingerly stepped off the bed and bent down to give Orson his dick, I opened his back passage up to rim him, but had to slow my roll when I encountered the river of lube and cum that was leaking out his swollen red hole. As I’ve said before I’m not exactly an ass-to-mouth guy, and felching isn’t usually on top of my to-do list, especially if there’s a tonne of silicone or fisting lube as well – which there was both of at this point. I’d have to be feeling seriously piggy to chuck all that back. At the time I was more loved-up than piggy, and also aware of the other three wondering what way they would fit into the mix.

I leaned back to see Lee and Theo looking back behind at Gavin’s ass. I couldn’t see from this angle but looking at Gavin’s reaction I could tell they were spreading his cheeks and fingering him. Looking behind them at the wide empty bed I made up my mind – to “move the sex”. It’s a common thing to do in sex parties – we’ve all been there – when you just have to put a stop to things, cause of awkwardness of angle or a numb leg, or any number of other factors. You simply get the other’s attention and renegotiate a new position or location. It’s one of the things that makes amateur porn so endearing, the sudden slow down as one of the party needs to move things. In professional porn I guess they edit this all out, which I feel is a shame, but anyways – I’m rambling.

 

I patted Ciaran and Orson on their legs and told them that it’d be best if we all just moved to the bed. Ciaran quickly got off and scrambled back while Orson looked up at me a little sadly.

 

I quickly assuaged his fears. “Don’t worry Orson, I’ve not had enough of you dicking me, but there’s only so much thrust you can get from this angle”

Orson didn’t reply verbally, but he smiled and showed me just how much thrust he could still give in the confined space.

I shuddered with the pleasure and then took a second to regroup and continued, “ also I think I’m ready for a proper ploughing soon, and all these lads have so kindly offered us their dicks for our mouths and I think it’d be rude to not give them a little attention”

Orson laughed at that and let me go to pull myself off him. Immediately I felt empty again and coupled with a rough blood rush as I stood up, I more toppled than climbed onto the other side of the bed. Theo was over to me in a flash with a glass of water.

 

“Don’t overdo it now Mike. You’ve been up for at least 24 hours. Be careful”

 

I won’t lie – there was a part of me that was delighted at seeing Theo’s mother-hen mode. He was still kneeling on the bed and my gaze lowered to his beautiful juicy meat bobbing and pointing right at me. Damn that lad had it going on. Beautiful body, gorgeous cock and those tattoos everywhere (and the fact that they were so nationalistic kinda turned me on more).

 

“Damn Theo. Gimme a second, but I want another go on that”

 

I heard Theo chuckle and then my attention was whipped away by the weight in the mattress shifting. Orson was lying down beside me.

 

“Unngh, move over there a bit Mike. Fucking hell, it’s not just you that’s wobbly – that Pure drug really knocks you for six – I’m full of energy, but my balance is shot.”

He reached over and took the water. I looked into his eyes as he sipped and then turned my back to him. I thought I’d have him do me from my side, but I’m right-handed and I thought I’d probably want to try and jack myself a little while he fucked me so I just kept turning and got up into doggy position. Even with the slow turn, my senses still took a while to catch up with my repositioning and I had to fight a little stomach-unease back. I’d had similar types of nausea on ecstasy though so I wasn’t worried. I looked back over at Orson and smiled.

 

“What do you think of this position?”

 

Orson smiled and sipped more water. “It could work yeah” he said smirking.

 

I wondered whether he was smirking at me or someone else… Oh ok – I felt a hand on my ass, and a cock position itself. Orson looked past me and nodded. I fought my instinct to look back. I had decided I was gonna only use my senses to figure out who was behind me, purely on touch.

 

A finger circled my hole, then I felt a mild tapping – that was their cockhead – then it was pressed up with some cool lube being squirted on me and his cock – whoever it was. I leaned my head against the mattress and prepared myself mentally. Breathe, ya bastard, you’ve got this! I pushed my ass further up and out and got ready as the pressure intensified, the cockhead quickly pushing past my sphincter.

 

Fuck, that was new – usually at this point I’d be kicking them off me, but I guess with all the drugs and Orson’s expert fucking earlier, I was finally open to other dicks. I consciously willed myself to relax around the cockhead, still weirded a bit out by how easily it was slipping in, deeper now, I guessed about three, no four maybe, maybe more, maybe five inches? I clamped my ass down on the cock and held my hand out. I was worried how much more cock there was to come, and I didn’t want to wreck myself before letting Orson have another go. However, at five it seemed the cock had hit its sweet spot and it started to gently thrust.  I let him thrust for a bit and occasionally steadied myself. This guy was a slower gentler fuck.

I called out “…Lee?”

 

“Fucking right lad, that’s a very perceptive arse you got there!”

 

(To be honest I fudged it – my hand touched Lee’s fuzzy silver body hair as I steadied myself on him).

 

I liked the idea of this though and shared my thoughts with the others.

“Guys, I wanna try and see if I figure more of ye out from fucking… Anyone got a blindfold?”

[studlyjo]

Damn if this novella isn't more adDICKtive than a Tom Clancy thriller mystery!  Except, in this case we already know who done' it -- everybody!