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PART 4

He got a look in his eye that I craved. Carnal. He told me to lie back and I obeyed.

He lay on top of me and we started to make out fiercely. His hands roamed my body past my cock which was not erect and to my hole. the second 
I felt him at my ass I knew I needed it. I craved it. He knew what I needed and well and pushed his fingers in. My ass was ready for it and more. he fingered me and I greedily took it all while enjoying every heightened sensation. He moved around and his beautiful hard cock was in my mouth. I got him nice and wet, then he turned me over onto my stomach with force, pulled my ass up and shoved his prick in my awaiting hole. It was heaven. I was luxuriating in the feel of his rough fuck. 

The next hour flashed by in hot moment of other worldly pleasure. Flesh. Cock. Hole. Cum. It felt like moments, it felt like a lifetime. I felt so connected to this man who had opened my world. Around halfway through the second hour he said the sexiest thing: He asked, holding up the syringe "are you ready for more?".

"Yes" He set to work prepping round two and then tied off my arm again, I was transfixed on the process this time. I felt connected to the rig as it flashed, loved the slow urgency with which he emptied the contents into my vein. 

Again a mischievous grin crossed his face "A bit more this time." he untied the tourniquet and said simply "Enjoy, pig"

My ears started ringing. I couldn't breath. A cough- the feeling of complete freedom, horniness and pleasure overtook me. I touched myself all over. I was right next to him. touching my cock and staring at his needle like it was porn. Watching him slam was better than any of the slam videos I'd seen. It made me hot all over to see his blood register and I undid his tourniquet. He coughed and as soon as that cleared grabbed me and we kissed as if it was the only thing in the world, because for us it was.

Passion like I'd never experienced, we quickly moved through what had up til then been in my repetoir and started to play with new things. Hours passed in a frenzied, naked, carnal moment. Things started to calm down a little and I came back into my body enough to realize the time. Shit- My room mate would be home from work soon. I had to end this, had to get him out. She couldn't see me like this, she couldn't know. But... I wasn't ready to be done. The thought alone filled me with yearning. I had just been set free by this gorgeous man with his taut body and beautiful ways. I told him my room mate would be home soon and he'd have to go.

As if sensing my hesitation he said "Do you want me to go?"

"No, but..."

"Do you want to go with me?"

"Go with you to where?"

He reached out his hand "Do you want to go with me?" he asked with more authority. Less question and more command. 

I was a smart guy I thought through the possibilities of where this could go. I knew I should have said no. I knew I was in over my head already and too much adventure for one day... who knew what would happen. But in spit of all this rational thought...

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"I want to go with you... sir"

 

End part 4

Two more parts to go for this particular story ;) 

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-Part 5-

We were now in his car- I was filled with anticipation for what was to come. I had asked where we were going and was told not to worry about it. 

The car came to a stop in a parking lot and he said "come on". I did. I was surprised to find us at an ice cream store. He got us both vanilla soft serve and we sat outside.

"It's important to eat, never forget that little one. Maybe later I'll take you to dinner. Or maybe we'll be occupied with other activities" he said. And then something taboo happened: we got to know each other. He told me what had led him to here and I told him about me. He was a good guy. It took away a little of the mystery but now I was even more excited to connect with him. maybe it's the hopeless romantic in me. I wondered if this could ever be something real? That terrified me.

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"Come on in" He said as he opened the door to his place. "My roomate won't be home for a few hours, This will do for an hour or two- until its time"

He led me to his room "I'm just subletting till I find my own place, excuse the mess" I looked around and it was pretty barebones: bed, nightstand and a bunch of boxes against the wall. He came up behind me and started kissing my neck. with his hands at my sides he grabbed at the hem of my shirt and pulled it off. I turned to face him. he was naked except his jock. When had he stripped? It was hot. 

"What now?" I asked.

"Well- that depends how adventurous you are?"

"Try me"

"famous last words, little one"

And then he pulled me to him, making out fiercely. tongues on tongues. Minutes or years passed and he broke us apart and said "follow me". He led me to the en suite bathroom attached to his room and turned on the full shower. While it warmed he explained "We're out of stuff. Just for the moment- but if you trust me I have a plan to keep you feeling good, hop in the shower" I took off my clothes and he hummed in appreciation. I was never one to feel great about my body but he made me feel sexy. I felt seen. I got under the water and the sensation of the warm water cascading down my body was something else all together. He got in and we made out in the steaming shower. feeling each other and jerking each others cocks to full hardness. He had a bottle of lube in the shower and used it to lube his cock and my ass and bent me over. He started to fuck me nice and slow. I was enjoying this moment so much. As he fucked me he pulled himself into me and forced a whisper in my ear "You ready?"

"For what?"

"For our next adventure" and with that i felt warmth in my ass at first I was confused. Was he filling me with cum? And then I realized...piss. He was filling me with piss. I'd always harbored a secret fetish for piss so moaned in appreciation. "Good boy. Let me fill you up. This isn't just piss. this is chem piss. You'll be soaring again very soon. do you have any for me?" he asked. grabbing a cup from the ledge. Instinctively I knew to follow orders and fill the cup with my own piss. I did. and handed it back to him. he raised the glass in a cheers motion and then brought it to my lips and had me take a sip. Then he drained the rest. 

By the time he was done the chem piss was starting to take hold. He slipped out of the shower saying "meet me in the bedroom when your ready" .

A few minutes late I met him in the bedroom. Things had changed. The blinds were down. a pleather sheet was  on the bed. and the contents of one of the boxes had been upended. It was full of sex toys. A few dildos, butt plugs, poppers, cuffs and restraints.

And there he was. Sexy as all fuck in a mask, black leather chaps, and a cock ring. he grabbed my hands and cuffed them in a leather cuff. Then forced a black mesh jockstrap on me with a comment that "My dick wasn't necessary right now" He kneeled me on the bed and entered me. Fucking me hard. both of us flying high on the chempiss.  So many positions, toys, moment of sweat and sex flashed before my eyes. High on chempiss and poppers, two hours passed effortlessly. I had just relaxed into a post orgasm moment. Content with his cum in my hole when the phone rang.

"Yeah?" he answered. A few quick exchanges. Then he hung up. "Okay, little one. It's time." Lets get cleaned up and out the door. 

Within minutes we were on the road once more. Where to now? I had stopped caring and just trusted I'd get to where I needed to be.

 

End part 5

 

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Part 6

We arrived at a house in a crowded neighborhood in the city. The bushes were overgrown and formed a screen that mostly obscured the house from the street. 

"Come, little one"

I liked the way he called me that, I felt protected. I didn't understand it fully as we were equal in size and I was a year or two younger at most. But I liked it. I got out of the car and followed him through an opening in the hedges and up the stone stairs that were the walkway. The house was set back from the street and had seen better day. we arrived at the landing to the house and he rapped a strange rhythm on the front door and then said "it's me". The sound of sever latched unlocking followed and I was ushered into the house.

Once inside there were 5 men in a living room. A mismatch of furniture and a array of states of dress greeted me. There was a man on the couch in just underwear. One man with just a shirt and everyone else fully dressed. on the table was a bong, a glass pipe and other paraphernalia. I felt like Alice entering the mad tea party. It was such a strange new world to me.

"Stay here" he whispered to me. Then he and one of the men left to another room of the house. I stood awkwardly. The handsomest of the remaining men said told me to grab a seat. I sat in the newly vacated seat. He smiled at me. He had a charming smile. I'd guess he was about 40 and handsome with blonde hair with a little grey parted to the side. He was dressed in jeans and a polo shirt. He was well put together. I looked around at the others who were much less put together and tuned into a video game on the tv or porn on a laptop. 

"I'm Timothy" he said extending his hand. I shook it. He leaned in. "Don't be nervous. You look nervous. These guys live here, they wouldn't harm a fly. You friend will be back in a minute, I'm sure."

"Do you like here too?"

"Me? No, Just picking up." I nodded, understanding finally where we were. "You're so handsome"

"Me? I don't know." He continued to look and I felt more and more his sincerity piercing me. "Thank you. You are.... so handsome as well"

"How long have you two been together?"

"Just today"

"Oh, I thought you were his new beau. Maybe it's my lucky day." I didn't know what to say, luckily for me the moment was broken by my friend and the other man returning to the room. I stood up to give the chair back and the other man said no worries and I could have the seat.

"Nah, It's all good- We're gonna go in the side yard for a bit if that cool."

"Sure" he said, reclaiming his seat. Timothy stood up and asked my friend if he could join us. Next thing I knew the three of us were heading deeper into the house and then out a side door to the yard. There was a small patio with a table and some iron chairs. Some Christmas lights strung around a post provided a little light but night had crept in so it was difficult to see much. We chatted for a bit. Mainly the two of them with me interjecting now and then.

"Isn't he adorable?" My friend suddenly asked. I flushed, embarrassed. "You should see him naked. He's amazing. And new to slamming as of today."

"Hot" Timothy said. He smiled at me "I'd love to see him naked. You like slamming?"

"Well, today's the first but so far... it's been amazing"

"What do you think.... should we all do a round?" My friend asked.

"Here? Out in the open? Isn't that risky" 

My friend turned to Timothy "Isn't he the sweetest? Well maybe not right here, but over there is a small shed. just big enough to do what we want." His phone rang suddenly. "Shit, I have to take this" and he went off.

"We don't have to if you'd rather keep it one on one with him"

"No- It's not that" I said surprising myself with my urgency. I wanted Timothy, my attraction to him kept growing with every moment. "Just not sure about in the shed right outside this house. 

"I get it- we'll figure something out once he's back." I smiled, and he flashed his grin back at me. "Do you mind if I kiss you?" I shook my head. I didn't mind at all. He leaned in and our lips met. Fireworks. I could have cum there and then. It was just a perfect fit. He pulled back and at the same time be both said "wow". 

"Where have you been" He asked. Looking off in the direction my friend had left he sighed "I wish I'd found you so I could get you all to myself". we fell into an easy silence and then into natural conversation.

My friend soon returned and was seething anger "I have to go to work. I fucking lost track of time, everyone's pissed. I have to go. Can you Uber or get home somehow, little one? I felt slapped. Felt like the rug had been pulled out under me. but then I looked toward Timothy and knew it was alright. that the night was still far from over...

End Part 6

 

 

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but then I looked toward Timothy and knew it was alright. that the night was still far from over...

End Part 6

mmmm - per chance the night is still young? 😀

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