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Lessons: First Time at Slammer


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The encounter is a true story of my first time visiting Slammer, a raunchy sex club in Los Angeles.

My name is Josh.  I’m 28 y/o, 5’9, 145 lbs, with a smooth and nicely toned body from regular hours spent at the gym.  All in all I’m a decently attractive guy who had been introduced to partying back in 2014, and ever since then my sex life has never been the same.

I tend to have binge episodes where I don’t have sex for months, only to have my sexual appetite and tension build up to the point of exploding, resulting in a night or two or weekend of sexual frenzy. 

I had not had sex for over 2 months and I was really feeling horny.  There was a top fuck buddy of mine that I had played with regularly.  His name is Mark, he’s about late 40’s, fit and friendly white guy.  He lived in downtown Los Angeles, had his own apartment, and he was always generous with his favors.  In the past he had hosted me many times for some fun long sessions, and with my building horniness reaching a peak I messaged him asking what he was doing.  After waiting a short while, he responded saying he could be free after 7 PM and that I should come over.   At this point my hunger and anticipation had built to a climax and I prepared for the long night ahead by showering, putting on a black jockstrap under khaki shorts and a black tank top that fit just right to show off my lean body.  I also put my laptop and chargers into a bag and drove the 20 minutes over to his place.

When I got to Mark’s place he let me into his apartment and greeted me in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, barefoot, having just showered.  He stood just slightly shorter than me, white-gray hair sparsely covering his toned pecs down to his lightly muscled stomach. He led me to the bedroom where there was a nice clean queen size bed with pillows, a closet with sliding door mirrors, and a TV facing the bedroom.  I put down my belongings and immediately took off my tank top.

“So can I offer you anything to drink or anything…?” He asked me, looking at my smooth body and smiling.

I knew the game.  He knew what I wanted and I didn’t hesitate to ask: “Could you smoke with me a little bit while I get comfortable?”  I smiled bashfully as I asked – and when he heard my question his smile widened into a big grin.

“I’d be happy to oblige.  In the mean time while I get ready, why don’t you go ahead and pick out a movie.”  Mark motioned to the DVD collection on the TV stand, and left me to go rummage in the closet for his supplies.  His movie collection was extensive and I saw many of my favorite Treasure Island Media films as well as other bareback porn films.  I chose one and popped it into the DVD and started it, just as he returned to me holding a little glass bong.   Mark looked me in the eyes as he lit the torch and started to heat up the crystals inside.  I watched intently as little wisps of smoke began to rise from the small hole in the bowl, at which Mark looked at me and nodded for me to go ahead.  He held the bong pipe to my lips as I slowly and steadily began to inhale; slowly and steadily I heard the light bubbling as I inhaled, seeing the white smoke pass through the bong, through the pipe, and feeling it entering my lungs.  I focused on keeping the bubbling at just the right amount, not too much and not too little.  I had so much sexual frustration built up over my dry spell that when he started to pull the torch away from the bowl I motioned for him to keep going.  A look of surprise and pleasure came on his face as he continued to heat the crystals, resulting in a huge hit.  After holding in that first huge hit, I blew out the first initial cloud and it engulfed us, and I quickly went back to the pipe and inhaled whatever was still left burning.  Almost instantly I felt the rush, a sense of clarity and an acuity that could only come with the crystal.  I also became even hornier.

“Wow, what an impressive lung capacity.   Now about that drink, why don’t you keep smoking while I go prepare you some Gatorade with G.  How much do you take again?”

“1.5 mL usually but give me 2 this time. I want you to really party me up and make me submissive.” He nodded, smiling, and headed to the kitchen.  I didn’t smoke like he had told me to, but instead, slipped off my shorts and stood facing his mirrored closet door admiring my smooth muscled body wearing only the black jockstrap.  I looked really hot like that and the Tina was making me feel extremely sexy and horny.  Mark returned with two small glasses, one for him and one for me, smiling as he took a moment to observe my new state of undress. He handed me the glass and said cheers, and we downed the drinks.  He then motioned to hand him the pipe and the torch, and he began to take a nice big hit of his own; at the end of his inhale he motioned me to lean forward and he shotgunned his hit into my mouth, which I took in completely.  He put one of his other hands around the curve of my smooth ass, giving it a slight squeeze, before nodding to me and lighting the pipe again, holding it out to me.  Again he gave me a huge hit, making me inhale lightly and steadily until my lungs were filled with that white smoke.  “Good boy” he murmured after I blew out the massive cloud. 

“You want me to really party up your hole, Josh?” Mark asked me, smiling at me.  I nodded yes, feeling the high of the tina starting to take hold of me and unleash the submissive bottom I am inside.  “Okay, why don’t you go ahead and get on the bed, on all fours.  I’m going to prepare you a nice big booty bump to really teach your hole its purpose.” 

I got on the bed on all fours, facing away from him, with my back arched, as I heard him rummage with his supplies.  Soon enough he had a needleless syringe ready with Tina.  “Is that water with Tina?”

“It’s about 0.3 grams of Tina dissolved in my spit. Now face forward and let me open you up.”  I faced forward as I began to feel his tongue against my hole, probing.  He spat once, twice, three times in succession.  I love when a top spits on my hole, making it nice and wet.  He ate out my ass, taking breaks only to tell me what a sweet tight smooth hole I had.  After my ass felt nice and wet from his spit, he told me that he was going to bump me, and I felt the syringe being inserted into my ass with ease.  “Are you ready?” He asked me.  I nodded, and felt him push the liquid into my hole; a mildly burning sensation immediately followed, and he withdrew the syringe.  “Now just hold that position for a little bit.”

I stayed in that position, head down, ass up, with the booty bump slowly absorbing into my system.  He came back with a moist towel to wipe my hole with, before he continued rimming my hole.  With his tongue, he again made it nice and wet, and suddenly, it all hit me.

The booty bump was the key to the locked room where I kept my submissive slutty bottom side hidden, and suddenly that door was opened.  I felt so good, his tongue against my hole, his hands squeezing and grabbing my ass.  I wanted him in me and I spread my knees even farther on the bed, reaching back to spread my cheeks as far as I could, and I exclaimed “oh God I can feel the booty bump and the G.  I want you inside me.”

With that, Mark turned me over onto my back and put a cylindrical pillow under my ass, elevating it.  He handed me a bottle of poppers and said “those are brand new poppers so they should be especially strong.”  He then ate out my ass some more as he looked straight into my eyes, my feet in the air, my hands holding them back as I looked at this guy who had his tongue in my ass, making me feel all sorts of pleasure.

But I was too horny and high to be satisfied with a mere rim job.  I needed his big white cock in my hole and I needed it bad.  “Please, spit on my hole and fuck me raw with your spit as lube.”  Mark smiled at that comment and stood up, slipping his cock out from the Bike white jockstrap he was wearing. 

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” he replied as he positioned his hard cock against my hole, sliding it up and down.  I immediately unscrewed the cap of the poppers bottle and alternated 2 hits each nostril, - big hits, big inhales that created a beautiful sound of air passing over the bottle opening, and I held my breath to keep it all in after the last hit.  I capped the bottle and then resumed holding my legs back, looked straight up into Mark’s eyes and said “please fuck me with your big white cock.”

As I exhaled I could feel him begin his push in- the warmth from the poppers hit me and immediately I felt the wonderful lightheadedness and relaxed and openness feeling.  It mixed with the G and the T I had taken and I was fully realized – I was now the slutty submissive bottom that I was meant to be.  I looked up, taking it all in as he stared back into my eyes as he pushed his big 7” thick cock into me.  With only his spit as lube, he managed to get it all in, and the feeling of fullness was more pleasurable than anything in the world.  I responded by pulling my legs back more, further exposing my hole, and I looked up and with the high of the poppers and G and T enabling me, I said “please fuck me Sir.”

 

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On 1/29/2017 at 8:56 PM, Lure said:

You say this story is about the first time you visited the Slammer in LA.  Am I missing something or what nothing a about the Slammer at all.

 

On 1/30/2017 at 8:00 AM, precumlvr said:

Perhaps we havent gotten there yet...?

and probably won't, either. The OP hasn't been here for more than 5 years - and comments like that from Lure are why a lot of authors don't have the appetite to continue.

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Speaking of Slammers, I'm making it a habit of going there on Saturday nights I party up with a capsule of T and drink some G right before I so far I've ended up jacking off in a booth by myself but every time it keeps getting better and better I've already done it 3 Saturdays in a roll. tonight will be the 4th bad thing is that I've been jacking off all morning and afternoon in anticipation of going there.

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