Belfast Delivery Guy

[streetmonkey]

Mate I’d somehow missed your last instalment. It’s a happy horny new year!  Eager to hear how the blindfold game played out ;-)

Cheers again for the horniest story on here. 

[rough-one]

Previously...

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

 

Right so...

Lee pulled out and I sat up on my knees and was handed a makeshift blindfold – a rolled up blue check shirt of one of the party-goer’s. As I settled back on all fours, I explored my other senses, the first I relied on was my hearing of the guys around me – someone began sloppily blowing someone to my left – maybe Gavin? I could sense the relative pressures of people kneeling on the bed – there were at least two other people on it with me one each on either side. The ecstasy we were on was making me sweat constantly and I could feel the waves of heat from Orson’s body to my right., I could pinpoint Orson even if he wasn’t currently touching me. I could still feel the heat from Lee too, standing directly behind my ass. I felt someone’s hair brush off my left ass-cheek briefly. Then again, and yet again, and now rhythmically. The sloppy noise was coming from there too. Gavan was probably blowing Lee, from my ass to his mouth. Out of the blue Lee smacked down hard on my ass-cheek – a resounding slap, and as I tensed up, he roughly shoved his raw dick straight back into me.

 

“Ah yeah, nice and tight!” he grunted.

 

The fucker had slapped me to get me to tense up to squeeze his cock more. Well fuck that – I was gonna see how tight he could take it! I gripped down hard on his punch-fucking cock as it increased tempo. We’d see who can be fucking tight! I was bloody indignant. As Lee really began to piston-fuck my ass, I willed every muscle I had down there, even some I’d previously not known I had (thank you drugs!), and really willed myself to squeeze the life out of his pumping meat. Lee groaned and started to slow down a little, but then sensing some increased pressure on the back right area of the mattress, I realised he had just put his knee up on the bed to get a better angle. He rallied and from this new angle started going to town on my ass, grabbing my hips to really slam his cock into me, aggressively, repeatedly, painfully. I fought back by relaxing as he entered then squeezing as hard as I could when he was hilt deep, making him work to pull it out – the opposite to what he wanted. Lee was making inarticulate noises as he continued to pound and again slap my ass. He sped up and switched the rhythm back to tight going in and loose going out. Fucker! I reached back and grabbed his hand and pulled his body closer to mine, his dick deeper into me. I wasn’t some fucker’s fleshjack to pump and dump and complain if I wasn’t too tight. I was a motherfucking human being and fuck Lee – I’m no sub who you treat like shit and comes back begging for more. I willed all my energy into squeezing the life out of his cock. Lee toppled onto me, his chest against my back but with enough hip space to keep pounding away at my bruised ass. I got distracted from squeezing as someone scooted in under me and started lapping at my besieged hole. Gavin, I guessed, was getting piggy. Meanwhile Lee’s breathing against my neck grew raspier and ragged, his hips started staccato-thrusting into me, the fucker was gonna cum soon. As I accommodated the slapping cock as much as I could, I rallied my energies for one last painful squeeze and clenched like I’d never clenched before. Dr. Kegel would be pleased. I heard Lee behind my left ear gasp and squeak… actually fucking squeak, as I vice-gripped his swelling cock. It continued to swell and as I kept clamping on his member I could feel every ribbony burst of cum shoot straight into my guts – as I should - I was basically squeezing them out myself. Lee collapsed on top of me.

 

“Fuck me. That was amazing Mike!” and roughly grabbed my head to turn me to an awkward kiss.

 

Gavin was in hog heaven, licking away at my hole and Lee’s softening cock, pulling it out to blow and then felch my hole, before sticking it back in and repeating the process.

 

Reeling from the unexpected rimjob I was receiving from Gavin, I leaned backwards into Lee’s manly stubbly kiss and then decided I was done with him – rude fucker that he was. I broke off and said to the air “Alright Lee, I guess I’m tight enough for ya after all. Who’s next?”

 

I heard some surrounding laughter at that. Theo, Gavin, and some others I couldn’t quite place. Had other people come into the room? Lee clambered off of me. Someone thoughtfully wiped my back down with a towel – between me and Lee, we’d made a sopping mess on the sheets and my back had collected the rest of the sweat. The stroking towel reached my shiny ass cheeks and someone moved Gavin aside and slowly towelled off the rest of my legs and arms. It was a fully sensual experience and such a welcome contrast after the hard fucking I’d just had.

An old memory surfaced in me. This wasn’t the first time I’d been blindfolded. Joe once blindfolded me and made me eat out Andrew’s and Kevin’s arses. I could easily tell them apart though. Andrew’s ass was always a little more difficult to prise open, while Kevin just needed to push his ass out a tiny bit and the whole thing would unfold for you in less time than it took to put your journalism notes down… Ok that was specific – and maybe there was a reason why I kept barely scraping by my journalism exams. But damn I used to love eating Kev’s and Andy’s asses out. As I started to ponder what the boys were up to now, the toweller stopped and I felt a tongue lap up against my own hole – not very expertly and a bit of an in-and-out job – like a grimacing gay for pay actor who is contracted to toss salad, this felt like a guy who’d never eaten anyone out and was only doing it to stop a whiny director. They’d a little bit of facial hair but I couldn’t place them.

“Uh lads – who’s licking me?” I asked. I could hear someone smacking their tongue to get rid of a taste – probably Lee’s cum. “Theo was that you?” I asked curiously. It might have been him. I knew he was only probably fucking me cause he was high as a kite, and hoped he at least wouldn’t regret it when sober later. I didn’t want my one un-flakey drug connection to cut me off.

 

I heard Theo laughing from my right. “Nah lad I’m making some …political connections”. I could hear Orson’s muffled chuckle.

The rimmer moved away, I heard a raspy hock and spit sound and felt a small wad of spit land expertly on my hole. I could see where this was going. After one or two seconds I felt the bed shift and the familiar tap-tapping of their cock, only this cock-head was massive… Way bigger than any of the guys in the room. Oh fuck!

[rough-one]

Previously…
The rimmer moved away, I heard a raspy hock and spit sound and felt a small wad of spit land expertly on my hole. I could see where this was going. After one or two seconds I felt the bed shift and the familiar tap-tapping of their cock, only this cock-head was massive… Way bigger than any of the guys in the room. Oh fuck!

 

Right so…

A massive cock like that tapping at my hole could only mean one thing. “Jay?” No wait the guy had facial hair. “Karl?” I heard a chuckle as he inched a little more pressure against my pucker. “Yeh mate, I got orders to fuck your pussy good”. Karl’s use of the word pussy made me cringe a little but his cockney accent softened it somewhat. Who could be pissed at someone who sounded like Del-Boy from Only Fools and Horses? Karl continued, “are you ready for me yet?”

I thought about Karl’s massive dong, a hooded 12 inch West-Indian cock. I remembered my last encounter with him and Jay. I could almost make a pro/con list of reasons I could be fucked by him. Instead of pro and con, I was thinking of an ass-opening/ass-closing list.

Ass-opening

I was opened up by Orson

I was still pretty high

Karl was cute as fuck

 

Ass-closing

Karl was 12 inches

Karl was young and maybe inexperienced

Did I mention Karl was 12 inches??

Karl rubbed his heavy dick against my tender opening. My natural instinct was to close up especially since the girth alone felt far bigger than my ass would take, not even thinking about how deep it would go. I remembered what lead me down this bottoming path this weekend and reached back stroking Karl’s taut stomach, his abs were so fucking chiselled and hard they felt like marble. I asked “is Jay there?” I heard Jay pipe up somewhere near Karl, “I’m right behind him mate!”

“Jay, can you start me off the way you started to downstairs, then Karl you take over? No criticism to you Karl, I’m just wanting Jay to prep me for that big cock first.”

 

I heard nothing at first – had I offended Karl? Fuck! That wasn’t my intent. I started to think of ways I could back-pedal what I said, when there was a shift on the bed in front of me and a hand lifted my chin up. My lips were pressed against a heavy familiar hooded cock. Oh, good one! As my lips pressed against Karl’s girthy tip, I felt a finger rubbing up and down my crack. I opened my mouth, then readjusted my head position and opened my mouth wider – damn that head was big! I lifted my hand up and lowered the dick down a bit mentally figuring out just how I was gonna take this thing – at either end?

 

As if to answer one of my questions, the questing finger found my hole, and started to circle the sensitive pucker, leaving a gritty trail in its wake. Good, Jay had picked up on what I was saying. There was no way I wanted to take either him or Karl without flying as high as possible, and a booty bump was just what the doctor ordered. Physically my body state was fully “up” after taking the synthetic ecstacy with Orson, but I just wanted to lift my hole up to that point of sheer pleasure and openness, and maybe also cause I was a drug-slut who couldn’t say no… nah, that’s beside the point. Since my body was fully “up” I was in a constant state of sensual arousal – the velvety head of Karl working past my lips was a sensual main-course so to speak, as was Jay’s dusted fingers working in my ass lips at the same time. Karl rested his hands on my shoulders and as if he and I were somehow empathically linked (don’t get me started on my theories of what E can do to your empathic abilities when high), he started massaging my shoulders, slowly inching his cock into me all the while. The shoulder massage was just as, if not more sensual than his thrusting cockhead and made my whole body relax and open up to this dual invasion. I felt the start of the inner tingle as Jay worked more powder into and past my sphincter. Then a chunk or rock of powder got worked up there by Jay. To this day I still have no clue what it was. I felt a sting as my juices started to break it down, but I was so relaxed at this point, and open to letting fully go. Theo was face-fucking Orson somewhere near me, and I knew both of them had my back. I could fully float free on whatever drug laden high was presented to me. Karl worked his massage down my back, then slowed around my lower back working out tension there I didn’t even know I had. My sweat acted as the perfect massage oil. My body was ready to take on this dual invasion. I felt Jay move his hands up to my ass cheeks and move in rhythm with Karl’s, giving me a four-hand massage. Seriously guys, if you’ve never had a four-hand massage by two people who know what they’re doing, you’ve got to drop all your shit right now and make it happen! You won’t regret it. One of the top experiences of my sexual life. Being on the uppers helped of course, but the dripping sense of sensuality and body-consciousness and pleasure! Fuck yeah it’s amazing.

 

As I took the entire head of Karl in my mouth, I felt another tapping on my hole. Jay had finished off his ass massage and was now pushing against my tingling back passage. My entire back-chute from pucker to fist-deep was electric. The chems that had been placed there were now signalling their presence and I was loving it. Sparks of pure pleasure energy shot straight from my rectum to my brain. I felt Jay reapply his hands to my ass and push my knees further apart to splay me and lower my hole to his dick. The tip was lubed and made fluid contact with my hole. I sent signals down there to open it up and show willing. Karl chuckled from somewhere above me, and said, “oh you’re gaping now mate, yeah show us your pink pussy”. I was too high to care or clench up at that word. I felt the dick tip being positioned by Karl’s hand as he leaned his own dick another inch deeper into my mouth. I was still just swirling my tongue around the head and making small movements on it cause most of my focus was on my delicious-feeling asshole. I felt a spatter as Karl or/and Jay spat down directly on it, and used the dick there to work that spit directly on my widening gape.

 

“C’mon mate, open up a little more” Karl was insistent. Jay was obviously focussed on his task as he had been quiet a while now. I felt his cock-head circle my opening hole. He pressed the lower front-part of his head, just past the urethra where the banjo-string starts, to massage my aching hole, teasing me. I was ready, and this lubey messy play was making me open up further and further – I needed the whole thing in me. I presented my hole a little more, shoving it upwards and the tip just slid in.

 

Mother of fucking Christ!

 

That spit roasting. Damn. As Jay slid into me like a hot knife in butter, the sensation of every inch just screamed, no “hallelujahed” pleasure in 360 degrees as he filled my rectal cavity. Every nanometre deeper that cock dove was greeted with applause by my nerve endings and my ass was a bottomless pit, needing it deeper and fuller and harder, and Jay did not disappoint. By about the ninth inch I could tell the my position needed a little adjusting to let him in deeper still, and in shifting up a bit I managed to push myself deeper onto Karl’s cock too. I was fully oreo’d. By the time I readjusted I had 20 inches of black dick in me. From default top two days ago, to party and play cum dumpster bottom – that was one steep learning curve. And speaking of curves, my body knew naturally how to curve into positions I’d never even have dreamt of before. I guess with the amount of uppers booty-bumped in me and otherwise ingested, I continued to chemically rise – my up–point had not yet been reached. Whatever Jay had shoved and now fucked into me, was still releasing pleasure chemicals unlike any I had before. Everything was so more-ish! I backed my hole back to win yet another inch deeper from my booty-bumping top. He hadn’t even begun to thrust, but now started slowly pulling an inch out and feeding it back.

 

Karl steadied himself on my shoulders after my booty bump “lift-off” and puled his cock out and pressed his balls up to my mouth. I dutifully tongued them and suckled on one and then the other. I leaned in as Jay stayed with his gentle rhythm – which still felt like earth moving equipment in a kid’s sandbox. I focussed on nuzzling Karl’s heavy balls and lapped at his perineum, and the little ridge of skin that’s prominent of some guys from where the two halves of our body join in foetal development.  You can barely see it in some guys, but on others it’s a pronounced ridge all the way from the ball sac down the taint and to the asshole. He grunted as I did this and then brought me back to force feed me his cock. As I learned later from a conversation between Theo and Karl while they were taking turns pounding Jay’s ass, and Theo had wanted to lucky-pierre Karl, Karl was 100% straight – this was purely a money gig. Theo had high-fived him then and there as the only other straight(ish) guy in such a sausage fest and they made plans to find a hooker for all three of them the next day to really fill up all her holes. A part of me is still a bit curious to know if that ever happened. Meanwhile at this point, I could tell that Karl wasn’t interested in me probing down any further than his taint. I suppressed my gag as much as possible and slurped up his monstrous meat. Twelve inches is a stretch regardless how high you are and I gagged quite a bit. As I wrestled it, it would slip out, poke my cheeks, hit my gag in wretching moment of uncertainty (luckily I had nothing to puke up) and even once slopped out and pushed my blindfold askew. All this because at the other end I was also taking an increasingly paced pounding from Jay – and fuck was it goooorgeous. I know it was probably the chems talking but my ass was made for being taken and Jay was taking all of it. Sweat poured off me in, flowing down my back as I settled into a fugue-state of pushing and pulling, filling and emptying. Fireworks were going off in my brain as noise rushed up to a crescendo and stayed there in a fog of slaps and groans. All around me my senses turned to sex. Fingers scraped across my back. Men were groaning in pleasure all around me. Orson gagged by my right ear. Karl offered me his nuts to bathe again. Mashing his cock against my cheeks I sensed out and reached out to my right and made contact with what I think was Theo’s cock. I pulled it gently from Orson’s mouth and lapped at the side of it, feeling Orson’s lips meet mine across the shaft. Karl butted his cock in and it was a free for all. We fought over each cock like kids who wouldn’t be content playing each with one toy, we both had to have both of them. We playfully wrestled lips and locked jaws, sometimes totally forgetting the two cocks altogether, till they made their presence known again and then other times tried to deepthroat them or blow two at the same time. All the while Jay increasingly pistoned in and out of me. Sometimes I think that if I could rewind time, I’d go back to that point every night for the sheer pleasure and stimulus overload. Whatever had been fucked into me was pure magical bliss and I was only getting started on it.

[Guest grubbysubby]

Oh fuck, I love this story! Your writing is superb mate; what I would not give to have been the recipient of this kind of weekend!

[rough-one]

Previously…

Fireworks were going off in my brain as noise rushed up to a crescendo and stayed there in a fog of slaps and groans. All around me my senses turned to sex. Fingers scraped across my back. Men were groaning in pleasure all around me. Orson gagged by my right ear. Karl offered me his nuts to bathe again. Mashing his cock against my cheeks I sensed out and reached out to my right and made contact with what I think was Theo’s cock. I pulled it gently from Orson’s mouth and lapped at the side of it, feeling Orson’s lips meet mine across the shaft. Karl butted his cock in and it was a free for all. We fought over each cock like kids who wouldn’t be content playing each with one toy, we both had to have both of them. We playfully wrestled lips and locked jaws, sometimes totally forgetting the two cocks altogether, till they made their presence known again and then other times tried to deepthroat them or blow two at the same time. All the while Jay increasingly pistoned in and out of me. Sometimes I think that if I could rewind time, I’d go back to that point every night for the sheer pleasure and stimulus overload. Whatever had been fucked into me was pure magical bliss and I was only getting started on it.


Right so…

Jay pulled out of me and with a few grunted words, Karl pulled out as well. I could feel them clamber over me and I was quickly plugged up at both sides again. Karl’s massive tool dove in deep, and I just kept thinking “thank fuck Jay went first”. Karl was not an elegant lover. Well, who is at 19? Thankfully I was riding high on all the uppers in my system, behind my half-cocked (pun-intended) blindfold, my pupils were just black plates and I just kept feeling the rush come up the top of my head and run down my skin in a wave of sensations. My nose and mouth both were full of chemical smells and tastes after all the G and Coke that had passed through them, but I was feeling in control, in charge – of my fate, my orgasms, everything. Bringing this newly-realised sense of control to the fore, I managed to get Karl to stabilise his bucking rhythm and started to really focus on riding the monster inside me. I started to control my ass walls and swallow up that bucking teen. I could send my awareness back to my puffy swollen hole and feel the rhythmic pounding against my pleasure button prostate. Man I was getting into this. My whole fuck tunnel started to open up as his rhythm got smoother. I heard Theo mutter something to Orson and they moved away and Jay shoved further down my throat. Even though I was really focussed on being fucked, it was hot getting Jay’s ass-to-mouth cock. It was a power trip making me clean off his tool. The tastes of my ass juice and Lee’s cum were a drug all to themselves and I sucked and licked every bit of that funk off Jay’s massive organ. I mashed his dick up against my upper lip and wiped it across my nose, inhaling my heady smell. I engulfed Jay’s piece again and matched my fuck rhythm with my blow rhythm. “This is who I am now” my thoughts kept telling me – a primal fucktoy – filled with cum, used by whores.

 

My sweaty body was being plowed from both sides by 24 inches of prime BBC. The white cream of the Oreo getting squeezed between two dom black cookies. Karl’s thrusts were getting more and more insistent now and I kept my concentration on matching his increasing speed. “Here he goes I thought…” and then he pulled out!

 

What? My hole was throbbing and gaping.

 

I pulled off of Jay and ripped the blindfold off. Had I said something? I wasn’t amazed at Karl’s technique but I wasn’t about to lose a 12 inch straight boy’s cock at an orgy! I realised I was fingering my hole, trying to feel full again. I turned my gurning face back to see Simon and Kurk standing behind me. Kurk was looking thoroughly pissed off, his blue watery eyes had an icy flash to them as he zeroed in on me. I turned and scrambled onto my back; what bullshit was Simon playing at now? My drug-fucked brain knew I should be wary and cautious with Kurk and probably Simon too, but I was way past subtlety and nuance at this point. I made eye contact with Simon and he laughed at me.

“I caught young Kurk up with your history.” He lead Kurk by the hand and positioned him in front of my hole. Kurk’s cock bobbed still half hard. Simon grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I saw Theo, Orson and Gavin looking on ready to intervene but I shook my head at them. Whatever was going to happen here, had to happen.

 

Kurk locked eyes with me again as I heard Simon in the distance. “I did some research Mike. You wrote more articles about the Robinson scandal than any other journalist. I showed Kurk. I told him, he should confront the guy who had lead the media feeding frenzy, give him a taste of what being fucked is like”.

 

I felt Simon push my ankles up and my ass correspondingly went up till I felt the heavy tap of Kurk’s cockhead at my entrance. Kurk kept a dead-eyed stare with me. He reached down and angled his cock and pushed – no lube, and shoved into me.

 

Thank fuck that Lee’s cum was in there already and I’d been thoroughly opened up by Orson, Jay and then Karl. Kurk shoved his dry dick straight into my well fucked hole and started furiously pumping. He leaned in to me and bringing his face level with my face, hocked and spit right into my eyes.

 

“You fucking PRICK!” He said and emphasised the word “Prick” with a deep thrust that banged right into my prostate. This hate fuck was meant to be painful I’m sure, but I was so into it. My sneaky journo brain felt I should put up a charade of fear – let Kurk feel he was getting his money’s worth.

 

The boys were at the side of me, starting to push Kurk away and I turned to then and through the spit looked each of them and shook my head and said “this has been coming a long time lads. It’s OK.”

Orson sat by me, put a protective hand on my shoulder and said “Kurk, I know what it’s like to get fucked over by the press”

Kurk turned to him and said “really? Did the press stake out your home, drive you from the country, tell everyone about your sex life, so you couldn’t even walk the streets without hearing the sound of “here’s to you Mrs Robinson” every-fucking-where you went?”

Orson started to reply, “well no…”

Kurk cut him off and continued. “I was a fucking pariah! I had to leave everything. The Robinsons cut off all contact. Fuck – even my sister barely talks to me. The police were grilling me for ages about that fucking café! I lost the business. I was broke as fuck. It wasn’t till Simon approached me that I had any fucking hope”.

I stifled a moan – each time Kurk said the word fuck or fucking he thrust a hate-fuck into me. My ass was on fire. This was so much hotter than the K’d-up sex we’d had earlier – which was amazing but in a different way. I barely remembered whether it was Iain or Kurk fucking me during that fuck, but here I felt every throbbing ridge of his hardness driving deep into my cunt. I worried that I might have closed my eyes too long in pleasure and opened them with an affected look of fear on them.

 

“Kurk, look I’m sorry…”

 

Spit. Another score straight into my mouth. Damn this was hot. But I had to play it cool otherwise he might stop.

 

“You don’t get to fucking (thrust) talk to me, you fucking (thrust) whore! You’re the one that paid my ex-mate Gary to tell you about the fucking time I told Iris that I had cancer just to keep her away and try to break it off. You think I wanted my aunts and uncles seeing that? You fucking shit-fuck prick! My uncle rang me up and as soon as I told him I wasn’t dying, he called my a lying sinner and hung up and hasn’t spoken to me since.”

Ok, ow – this was getting a bit uncomfortable now. And like it or not, my terrier instincts as a tabloid journo were bubbling up. “Oh right – your Uncle Ned yeah? Leader of the Carrickfergus branch of the Free Pressie* Church? Cause do ya think he’d be talking to ya if he saw what you were up to right now?”

 

*Pressie was short for Presbyterian, though the FPC were not to be confused with normal presbyterians – the FPC were a particularly vicious fringe church that’d been set up when the normal Presbyterians kicked their crazies out. For Americans – think of the difference between normal Baptists and the Westboro Baptist Church.

Kurk snarled, and thrust, and spat back at me. “Fuck you you rat-bastard. You had no right to fuck over my entire life”.

I snarled back. “Oh and your lover Iris had every right to say we gays are all worse than pedos? I’m sorry you got caught in the crossfire, but didja ever think what the shite she was saying was doing to young gays hearing it?”

“You ruined my life!”

“I pulled the wool from your eyes – she was a toxic bitch who deserved everything she got”

He didn’t like hearing that. His thrusts pounded me deeper, harsher. My buzz was wearing thin.

“You didn’t know her the way I did. She was there for me when my da passed. She was everything to me.”

“Hey Kurk, I dunno when she started blurring the lines, but at some point you decided enough was enough too – you broke things off with her”

He slowed down. The thrusting grew more mechanical, less furious.

“I didn’t know how to break it off with her, and she then started demanding the money back from the café, and she got all stressed… and then the BBC story broke…”

 

I reached up and stroked his back. I started “look, I know I’m no fucking angel. Fuck. I can’t imagine what it was like with all those stories coming out. Orson here knows – we’ve had our fight too. But you know now Iris is, at the very best, a really problematic character. She’s never apologised for what’s she’s said to the gay community. And I am truly sorry your life was raked over coals cause of her. I’m sorry for the pain any articles I wrote gave you. I guess it was easy just to see you as a baby FPC rightwing nutjob who was fucking the DUP leader’s wife. I didn’t know or care how it all made you feel.”

 

As I stroked his back I saw his eyes soften in the gaze. I wiped the spit from my face.

 

“Look if it makes you feel better, my life was dragged through coals by Orson’s crazy ex-fag hag. She wrote letters to my family and the family for my three ex-boyfriends outing us all as being gay and in a polyamorous relationship. Up until tonight I thought it was Orson himself who did it, which is why I was a wanker to him in the press. I had to work hard to build up a new support network while my family took their time to get over it. My exes left the fucking country, they couldn’t handle it. I still miss them”.

Kurk slowed his thrusting down to a comfortable level. “This doesn’t excuse you the way you used me.”

I replied “no it doesn’t but I guess I can be empathetic, and I honestly mean it – I’m sorry for what I did to contribute to your media hounding. Since I’ve known you here you’ve shown me your softer side – you were there for me when Sven went too far, and again when I needed to hide out in the bathroom. Together on the Ketamine, I’ll always cherish that experience. It was beautiful”

 

As he looked at me I could see the anger melt. We were all too drugged up for any lasting anger anyways – it wasn’t as if we were on PCP or anything.

 

I stroked the side of his face. “Say Kurk, what is it you’ve been up to since the café folded – I know you went abroad for a bit?”

He shook his head, “I tried my luck at New Zealand and Oz, but the funds ran out and picking veggies doesn’t keep you in either country. Simon represented me pro-bono before I left, and well I guess he saw something on me that I didn’t cause it wasn’t long after my return that he let me stay here, free of charge and all I had to do was be his Dealer Dog. After the whole Iris mess I don’t care who I fuck as long as I could get my dick wet.”

 

I looked up at him, and taking a risk said “that’s not true. Noone could fuck me, even in revenge the way you’re doing now, not without liking the cock a little bit!”

That broke the ice a bit and though it was one of the weirdest fucks I had, it also was one of the most pleasurable as Kurk slowed down and took his time. After a long bout of simple fucking, where Orson left me, satisfied I wasn’t going to get beaten up, to hop back on Theo’s cock and Simon chuckled and left us alone too, Kurk explained how he’d been hiding out in Simon’s flat for the past two months as a houseboy, while trying to figure out how to reintegrate.

 

A lightbulb went off in my head. “I know how I can make amends Kurk! I know people in UTV – They’re scouting for Love Island right now – you have to own your notoriety – and look at you – you’re fit enough to get through and your narrative will be all about redemption and learning to stand on your own two feet.”

 

Kurk pulled out and lay beside me, and we chatted about how I could draw up some profile articles in the run-up to this show as well as some good opinion pieces about “call-out culture” and the damage it does, using his case as a prime example. I put him in touch with a friend that ran a public speaking school and promised that within two years I’d make him a bankable celebrity.

 

Kurk looked at me as I laid out the last stage of my plans – of getting him a talk show with Michaela McCollam, who as a reformed drug mule party girl from Dungannon who was imprisoned in Peru for two years for trying to smuggle coke back to Ibiza was already working her own redemption narrative. “Do you think it will work?” he said quietly.

“I know it will” and leaned over and kissed him, leaning into the jaw locking snog – it was the most intimate connection we’d made all night…

 

At that point, my memory gets foggy. I know later on the Sunday night I fucked Gavin and Orson and Andreas but eventually about 4am on the Sunday I limped home to crash and call in sick to the Sun on Monday. Later on the Monday I checked into the free clinic near me and got a PEP cause I couldn’t quite remember how many had dumped a load in me, but I knew enough to be cautious. While there I bumped into Kurk, Gavin and Padraic again – we’d all had the same idea. Kurk’s incognito hoody just made him even sexier looking. We arranged to head back to mine and have some joints. Passing the joint around we all recapped the party to eachother – firming our drugaddled memories, and I more soberly looked up my contacts for Kurk and rang one to arrange media training.

 

All in all it was a mental weekend, and it freed me from a lot of hang-ups about the gays in Belfast. I got more and more involved in the gay power-player scene once they realised I wasn’t going to spill their secrets. I helped Kurk relaunch himself as a passable celebrity – he’s currently taking dance lessons for the next “Dancing with the Stars” and more importantly has publicly distanced himself from the homophobia of the Robinsons. He even agreed to an interview with Attitude magazine, not topless but in two very tight fitting tank tops. We get together and do lines and fuck at least once a month – between him, and Orson who calls over to get stoned when Tadhg is in a mood, and Padraic who is always horny as fuck and does yoga around the corner from me now, I’ve my plate full – my ass is exploring the wild and wonderful world of bottoming and each of them are such different lovers. The roughest of all of them is Theo who occasionally calls over to my office late at night with a delivery (typically a mix of coke, MDMA and pills), we usually do lines and he piledrives me into the office couch, dumping a load deep in my guts – still maintaining his heterosexuality and I don’t doubt it – I’m just glad girls who’ll take the pounding I’ll take are harder to find.

 

I reached out to Kevin, Joe and Andrew, upon Orson’s insistence actually. He’d found out we all thought he’d been the one behind the awful letters and he wanted to set the record straight. It was pretty cathartic to contact them all and we all agreed to meet up in London in a year. Orson was sitting beside me after I sent the last facebook message. I leaned over and thanked him with a kiss – it felt good to clear the air. Buoyed up on this good energy, I pushed him back onto my bed and milked his dick of two loads before the end of the night. Orson wanted to try for a third but I insisted he go home and plant it in his husband. I know Orson would leave him for me, but I’m not a homewrecker, and I’m currently happier on my own.

 

Recently I was at the Belfast Pride gay business networking party “Up on the Roof”, seeing a few familiar faces, when my mate Con nods over at Sven, still bartending, and started to speculate about him. I chuckled, knowing he’d never believe it if I told him about the party, when I felt a tap on my shoulder – it was Simon, with Alan. Both dressed in matching Armani suits, both still looking too tan and too hot for Belfast. They looked at Con and asked if they could “borrow me” for a bit. I went over with them to their table, leaving Con open-mouthed.

 

Simon started “so it’s been a few months, and we’ve seen what you’ve done with Kurk. I know we’ve not got the best track record but we wanted to thank you for getting him that talkshow job.”

 

Alan interjected “yeah, and getting his mopey arse out of the apartment. Don’t get me wrong. I love the lad but he needed direction badly.”

 

I chuckled “Glad to help. He did pretty well in Love Island also”

 

Alan smiled “yeah, we were gutted he only got third place though. We thought he could’ve gone all the way”

 

Simon continued “well I just wanted you to know that if you want to, there’ll be another Titanic party tonight from 10pm.”

 

I looked at the two of them “will you two promise there won’t be any more weird rapey vibes you two were throwing down last time?”

 

Simon snorted “look, we were doing a lot of coke that last time, I know it’s only an explanation, not an excuse…”

 

Alan continued “yeah, look, we’re both sorry, you’ve nothing to fear there.” Then, standing closer to me so I could smell his expensive Hermes eau du rhubarb écarlate cologne, he added, “y’know, we really would like to physically show you how sorry we both are”

 

“How about I call over with you now? I’ve some of Theo’s MDMA I’ve been waiting for the right time to use…”

 

Poor Con would have to be left hanging tonight…

 

The end.

 

Thanks guys for all the great comments. I’ll no doubt be starting a new series soon – I’m thinking about setting it in Berlin next. If you’ve any suggestions please do let me know. Cheers. S.

[Guest takingdeepanal]

Great ending! I've always wanted to do certain things in a Berlin dungeon. If you PM me, I'll more than gladly explain ...

[Irishguy2]

Great story.  Just found this a few days ago and loved every minute of reading your story!  Very hot!

[Jolddd56]

Maybe a bit more hardcore lol. Still with same or more party supplies. Perhaps more double penetrations, forced submission and some fisting:)

[rough-one]

5 hours ago, Jolddd56 said:

Maybe a bit more hardcore lol. Still with same or more party supplies. Perhaps more double penetrations, forced submission and some fisting:)

Fisting in a Berlin-based story? Lol - I think that can be done.

[Guest grubbysubby]

@rough-one, loved this story! Thanks heaps for giving me so much entertainment! Would love a hard core Berlin Story... as I’ve said, I need to get saving and get to either London or Berlin!

[Jolddd56]

23 hours ago, rough-one said:

Fisting in a Berlin-based story? Lol - I think that can be done.

Thanks I can’t wait to start reading it!!!!

[grubbysubby]

I think this story deserves a bump...  it’s languishing on page 18 and I suspect some of you pigs haven’t read it yet!

[ejaculaTe]

How did I miss this story...? This has to be one of the all-time BZ classics. Nice narrative pace, sensitive writing, edgy without being in one's face. It certainly deserves to be brought to the surface again....