Insanity.

[Yocko]

So there is this kid mark, I met when he was sixteen. We worked together on a project and hit it off. He was from a small town in the south of Germany but worked regularly in Berlin. 

Even though I am in my forties, there is a seventeen year old hiding inside myself so we hit it off brilliantly. 

My Bf and I more or less adopted him. He would stay with us when he would have to work in Berlin, sometimes weeks on end. It was always fun when he would come around. He kinda looked up to me. I was well known in my line of work while he was just starting out. It was always great to be around his youthful energy and see him grow up over the years. 

When he was 22 or so he started experimenting with drugs a little, xtc and ketamine (he didn’t like coke) and even though I had long term sobriety I would love hearing his stories. 

 

Three years ago both of us went through quite a lot of turmoil. I broke up with my bf of fourteen years and he broke up with his high school sweetheart, this girl he had been with since he was 17. It was kind of beautiful how we dragged each other through these periods of mourning. 

 

Now I had never been sexually attracted to Mark; he was more or less like my son, it didn’t really cross my mind. 

Until one day when he was staying at mine and walked somewhat sheepish into my living room and asked if he could use my clippers

‘Of course’ I said, ‘why ask?’

‘I want to clipper my pubes’ he said, almost blushing. 

I laughed out loud and told him of course he could use them. He went off to the bathroom and five minutes later I hear a scream. 

What’s up, I ask from the living room. 

I cut my balls, he replies. It’s kind of bleeding

You want me to have a look?

Ehm… yes please, he says. 

When I come into the bathroom he stands there kind of helpless with the clippers in one hand and his balls in the other. 

Come I say, and lead him into the bedroom with some tissues. 

May I? I ask

Of course, he says. I put a tissue against the tiny wound and hold it there till the bleeding stops. 

Ehm… would you mind finishing it, he asks with this weird grin, blushing again. 

I laugh. 

You’re evil, I say. And grab the clippers from his hand and while gently pulling the skin of his ball sack straight I clipper the hairs of it. I’m pretty focussed on this so at first I don’t notice he has a raging hard on. 

I touch his hard cock for a brief second but I don’t feel comfortable at all so I leave it at that. But something had been unleashed. And apparently not only with me. 

 

I’m still in a bit of a dark period because of the divorce. He has to work in berlin so he comes to stay. He’s going out with friends tonight so he is freshly showered and does two lines of coke at the dining table. Even though I have been clean for nearly twenty years, it doesn’t bother me at all. It’s a closed book, not interested no more. I go to the kitchen to get some tea. When I get back I notice next to the little envelope of coke a small baggie with white powder lying there

What’s that, I ask

Oh Tina he says

What, I ask 

Meth, he says

Jesus, I say 

He fucking blushes again. 

I might go to a party tonight. 

What party?

He doesn’t answer

I sit down on the couch and don’t say anything. I just look at him. 

Just… eh.. a house party. 

My heart is racing. It can’t be. 

A sex party, he says. 

Straight, I ask. 

No, he laughs. Not really. 

He looks at me with a grin that I don’t know from him at all. 

Actually… really not. 

But you’re straight, I say grasping for air. 

More wicked grin. 

That’s where this comes in. He waves the baggy at me. 

What the fuck; I say. And out of the blue I become so jealous. He must notice. 

Oh I am sorry man, he says. 

You’re saying meth makes you gay? I ask exasperated. 

No not really, he answers and he laughs out loud. It makes you not give a flying fuck about your sexuality or whatever; you just want to have sex. 

Jesus Christ, Mark. I’m stunned, I say. 

He laughs. 

Yeah me too, he says. 

How often do you go to these parties?

This will only be my second time, he says. Eric took me there last time. And then I found out what kinda party it was and I wanted to leave but then someone offered me a pipe. And I got so fucking horny. 

I am completely flabbergasted. Such a strange array of feelings. I’m shocked, surprised, but also extremely jealous and although I hate to admit it, horny as fuck. 

Edited February 21 by Yocko

[PrisonbaiT]

Hope there will be more 

[SlampaBay]

Nothing like a good down-n-dirty relapse to get my dick hard and dripping

[dazzasboy]

love to hear more about this party

[Pnp-pig]

Do they get together and fuck? Do they go to the party together? Soooo many horny questions 

[Yocko]

Oh sorry, he says, he sees what it does with me. But again that wicked grin I don’t understand at all. Mark is kind and down to earth. Actually he is a real straight and normal guy. 

Fuck. I just say. Fuck. 

And then: I wanna try. 

Mark looks shocked (but is it shocked?)

No way man, he says, your sobriety. No fucking way. 

Fuck you, I say. I wanna try. 

I’m not gonna supply you for your relapse, Kyle, he says. 

Ok. I say, I’ll get it off Grindr. Grindr is full of people here in berlin who are offering party drugs. 

They sell shite there, he says. He looks at me. There is a silence that seems to last forever. 

You sure, he asks

I’m shaking inside like crazy. I didn’t know the physical reaction to the idea of using would be so strong. 

I am sure, I say. And now it’s me who has the wicked grin I haven’t grinned for a long time. 

He goes through his backpack and finds a glass pipe. I’m nervous like a little girl. If I am going to relapse, I think, I can’t think of anyone better than Mark, who I know so well, who I trust so much. And suddenly I become aware of my overpowering desire to fuck him. 

Mark laughs. 

You’re absolutely sure?

Yup, I say. 

I already get so excited when just watching him put some of the rocky powder in the pipe. 

Not for a second I feel reluctant to give up a decade and a half of sobriety. Mark holds a lighter under the pipe, sucks it a little and I see the white smoke 

He laughs. 

This is so insane, he says and offers me the pipe. 

I laugh too. 

Fuck it, I say, and I inhale the white smoke. It’s my first time doing meth. It just wasn’t around when I was still using and drinking. I freebased coke quite a lot, so that’s what I am expecting but not getting from this pipe. It feels a bit of an anticlimax. 

Mark sees it. 

Just wait he says. I suck again and hand te pipe over to him. 

You have to suck a few times before it hits. It’s not like coke, he says. 

I stare at this boy who obviously is not the boy anymore I have always known. 

As if he reads my mind he says: only once or twice. 

I give the pipe to him and he takes two long drags and hands it back to me. 

Take two really long inhales he says. And hold it. 

He takes off his shirt. 

I suck really hard on the pipe and hold in my breath and suddenly it hits me. 

Oh fuck, I say and I get a really stupid grin on my face

One more, he says while he picks up his phone. 

What are you doing I ask before putting the pipe to my mouth again

Cancelling eric he says. 

And while the meth hits me I am so grateful. Grateful I am doing this with him, grateful he is cancelling his party. He turns the lights lower and puts on some minimal techno. 

How you feeling he asks

Fucking fantastic, and I give the pipe to him

And…, he says

I giggle. 

And fucking horny. 

Oh man. In a way this feels so wrong and at the same time so right. 

He laughs and takes his pants off  

Aren’t you hot, he asks

I just laugh. He loads the pipe up again. 

Take another hit. 

I am spinning already, but suck some more of the white smoke in my lungs. 

Mark is playing with his cock with his hand in his boxers. I can see it’s getting rock hard. And suddenly it all hits me like a truck. 

Wow. I say. Jesus fucking Christ. Wow. 

Yeah it’s good, huh. 

He lights the pipe again and sucks the white smoke in his lungs. While holding in the smoke he says: you know we are going to fuck, right?

I stare at him. Who is this fucking kid, that I thought I knew so well?

I guess so, I laugh. 

Take your fucking clothes off then, he says. 

What the fuck? Shouldn’t I be the one who says that. Shouldn’t I be the one in charge?

But I comply. And take everything off. There is no shame, no guilt I am doing this, I don’t care one flying fuck I am naked and about to have sex with the kid I have more or less always have seen as my adopted son. He takes another big hit and then walks over to the couch and climbs on to my lap. He grabs my head and puts his mouth close to mine and I open it, receiving his shotgun. Fuck. I am so horny. I feel his hard on poking my stomach. I am surprised I don’t get hard. He again reads my mind and says: Tina dick. 

And then he sticks his tongue in my mouth. I’m spinning. I am so fucking high, I grab his body and pull it towards me and his eyes are shining, smiling. 

Fuck, I say. This is so fucking good. 

And we haven’t even started yet he says with a devilish smile. He gets up, gets a viagra out of his backpack and puts it in my mouth. He gives me my glass of Diet Coke to swallow it. 

Who are you, I say. 

Not that you are going to fuck me, but at least you’ll get hard, he says

I am not, I ask. 

Fuck dude, I only had gay sex for the first time three weeks ago. I am not going to be fucked. 

He looks me in the eye. 

But you are, Kyle, he says, you are. I am going to fuck the living shit out of you. 

I don’t know if it’s the drugs or him or him saying that, but I nearly pass out there and then. 

[Yocko]

He just sits there with his legs wide. His boxers still on and he keeps sucking on the pipe. Then he moves the chair he is sitting on towards me. 

He looks me in the eye. 

I am pretty sure you have wanted to have sex with me for a long time, he says. But I want you to know I am going to be the boss tonight. Do you get that?

Of course, I answer. I think he means, that he will set his boundaries because he is so new to this. But that thought is immediately shattered when he lifts his right leg and holds his foot right in front of my face. 

Lick it, he says. 

I’m spinning and just look at him. He now pushing his foot right into my face. 

Listen, if you wanna do this you are going to do what I tell you to. That needs to be clear. 

I can’t talk. But I just grab his foot, his sweaty, smelly but beautiful foot and start sucking on it like my life depends on it. His other foot starts gently kicking my cock and my balls. I get such a kick out of it. 

He suddenly pulls his foot away and I miss it but he straddles me and sticks the pipe in my mouth. 

Suck baby, he says. 

I carefully inhale but he pulls the pipe from my mouth slaps me hard across my face. 

I said suck, bitch. 

It’s the combination of things that make me so wasted. The kick of relapsing, the drugs of course but most of all my treatment by him which is so completely unexpected. 

You are going to be my bitch tonight, Kyle, he says. I have been thinking about this for years and when I did meth for the first time a few weeks back I knew this was the way I could make you mine. So you’re going to be my fantasy tonight, understand?

I hold in the smoke and am losing it. I’m so wasted and so turned on. 

Lie on the floor, he says. 

I get on my stomach, but he orders me to turn around so I lie there on my back, spacing out. He places his knees on either side and then lowers his ass on my face. I can hardly breathe. I don’t know this feeling. I feel like a total pig and I start to ferociously eat him out. I try to get my tongue as deep in has ass as I possibly can, and I hear him moan. He rides his ass on my face, up and down, up and down. He hits my cock which starts to get harder. I hear him laugh. 

Oh you’re enjoying this aren’t you. You fucking little pig. He suddenly gets off me and I beg to get his ass back but he slaps me in my face, hard. 

I decide. Everything tonight, he says. He turns around  and so I have that beautiful cock right in front of my face. I open my mouth to swallow it, but get another slap in my face. 

He raises his voice. 

I said I fucking decide EVERYTHING tonight. He slaps me and then spits in my face. I never liked degradation games before, but now I only want one thing: to be his bitch. 

Man, I am so fucking high, I say.  Thank you. Thank you. 

You’re not even halfway there, mate, he replies. 

I can’t believe it. He walks to the bedroom and comes back with a bottle of poppers and a bottle of lube. 

Get up. Snort. 

He holds the poppers under my nose. It hits me harder then poppers ever hit me, and the weirdest feeling comes over me. I need to get my ass touched. 

Again, as if he reads my mind he says, turn over. On hands and knees. I do what I am told. He gets up, fumbles with his jeans that lie in the floor and suddenly I get wacked with his belt on my ass. It fucking hurts but I want more of that pain. Another lash and I moan in ecstasy. He laughs. Then I suddenly feel a finger, lubed up entering my ass. Even though I usually top, I want to tell him my ass is his, but I can’t speak; can’t find words. I feel like I am literally in heaven. 

He pushes his finger in and pulls his finger out. 

Have my ass, please I wanna scream, but I can’t. His finger is out and doesn’t come back and I want to beg, beg him for it back. 

And then it comes back and I’m in bliss. But then it starts to burn. Burn quite heavily. 

Just breath through it, he says. I do and the pain slowly subsides. But something else comes in its place. A horniness I have never felt before. I am off this planet. 

I need you to fuck me, I hear myself say. Please fuck me my master. Whack. Again the belt over my ass. 

Go to the bedroom, he says. 

I do and he follows. The bed is quite high up and he makes me bend over so my stomach lies on the bed and my legs stand on the floor. Again the belt, but I devour the pain by now and the feeling in my ass is sensational. I feel the head of his cock slowly circling my sphincter and it is driving me mad. 

Please, I beg, please. 

He laughs. 

You’re a pretty pathetic fag when you’re  high, he says, aren’t you?

And then in one go he thrusts his entire cock, which is neither thin nor short in my ass. It hurts. It hurts like mad, it might have been more than ten years since I have been fucked but at the same time the pain is exhilarating. 

Oh god, thank you, I stammer, thank you. 

Yeah, you’re a good bitch, he says while he places a hand over my nose and mouth which makes it hard for me to breath. I wiggle to get out of it but at that time he starts slowly fucking me. I don’t even care I can’t breathe no more, this is all I want. I think I can lie here all night and just be his hole. 

[Latinincdmx2]

This story is amazing! Please continue!

[Pnp-pig]

I would love to be Kyle!! Spun up and begging to used 

[Guest]

Yes. Be a hole for Kyle. One of the hottest

[JWC1202]

Awesome! I like that the story subverts expectations. Rather than the older, gay guy with drug experience corrupting Mark, it is the young, straight, inexperienced Mark leading Kyle out of sobriety and into a world of sexual degradation. It's hot that this young dude is finding his Dom persona with the help of tina, and is unapologetically using his father figure to explore this new side of himself. A fun read.

[dazzasboy]

Another amazing instalment thank you

[Shotsfired]

Awesome story. Hot

[Yocko]

He pulls out, and I suddenly fully understand the feeling of emptiness. I so badly need his cock inside of me. I want to beg for it but then he orders me to turn around. 

I even get more excited when I lay on my back and see his beautiful blue eyes smile a smile that has so much viciousness in it, I can hardly believe he is the boy I have known half his life. 

He forcefully rams his cock inside and all I can feel is bliss. I smile at him gratefully upon which he smacks me in my face. Hard. And he resumes his rhythmical fucking. He spits in my face, one, two three times. 

I want to be your whore, Mark, I hear myself say. 

Another smack. 

Suddenly without saying a word he pulls out his cock and straddles me. I think he is going to come in my mouth, but a stillness takes over in him and then I realise he is going to piss in my mouth and he does. I immediately make it my task to make sure not a drop is spilled and I drink it, suck it out of his cock like an underfed baby grasping for milk. 

Thank you, I say after the stream finishes. He brings his face close to mine. Spits in it again and says, this time not even smiling: you are such a disgusting pig, Kyle. 

He means it. 

He turns around and puts his ass on my face again with the full weight of his body behind it while slowly rubbing it up and down. I lick it eat it devour it while at the same time struggling to breath. 

Every fucking second since this thing started I have been in heaven. 

I sense him being on his phone. 

After a few minutes he jumps off me and for the first time it seems like the ‘old’ Mark is back. 

Are you enjoying yourself? He asks

Oh man, I… it’s… fuck…, is all I can answer. 

Good, he smiles, turn over. 

I do as I am told craving his cock in my ass, but I am not getting it. He walks into the bathroom and from there into the laundry room where I hear him moving shit. He is looking for something. Then he moves back into the bathroom and I hear him get something out of the white metal cabinet. He comes back into the bedroom. He sits on my back and when I want to look around he hits me in my face again. 

Remember you’re my bitch, and you do what you’re told. He says. 

He takes one of my ankles and pulls it to the side of the bed. I feel something surrounding it and realise it’s one of the green tie wraps from the laundry room which he connects to the metal frame of the bed. 

He does the same with the left leg. And I don’t know why but I get so fucking turned in by this. And then he starts fucking me again. Without even touching me, my legs spread pretty wide across the king size bed. I hear him panting, he must be close, but then the doorbell rings. He pulls out and walks away. And leaves me. Again. Very very empty. 

The fact that the high slowly starts to fade also makes me worried about someone else arriving. I hear him opening the door and he softly talks with someone while he walks into the living room. They whisper for a while. And I hear Mark laugh. 

He comes back into the bedroom. I see he has put in some boxers and a T-shirt. I wonder who the other guy is. 

He gets the Singapore airlines mask that’s next to my bed and puts that over my eyes. 

Don’t fucking touch it, he says and goes back to the living room. 

I hear them mumbling again, hear them doing something. 

Then they both come into the bedroom. 

That’s fucking hot, I hear a voice I don’t recognise say. I hear him take his clothes off and then he sits on my back, grabs my wrist and twists my arm on my back. It hurts and slowly losing my high and it being a stranger it’s suddenly less exciting. He ties something around my bicep, and when he says: in your own interest you better lie very fucking still right now, I realise what is about to happen. 

Oh mate, no, I am sorry, I say, I don’t think I am up for that. But he jerks my arm even more to the back and hisses: lie very fucking still I said. 

Hold his wrist, he tells Mark and I feel his cold clammy wrist grabbing a hold of mine and I lie there frozen. There is not a fuck I can do I realise as I feel the needle entering a vein. Everybody seems to hold their breaths. It feels like minutes pass. And suddenly there is movement, the needle leaves my arm, the tourniquet is removed, but I feel nothing. I just hear the guy say to Mark: put it around your arm. I hear Mark giggle nervously when it hits me. 

Oh fuck, I say. Fuck. Fuck and then I can’t breath. My upper body lifts from the bed and fear overcomes me. I can’t breath and then suddenly my lungs get so restricted I have to cough. But cough like I never coughed before. Oh no, this is hell I think, coughing, grasping for air. 

But then something else hits me. Electricity. A jolt. And my whole body jerks violently. A whole new dimension of, yeah what, horniness? No it’s way beyond horny and my ass sticks up in the air by itself, craving, literally craving to be fucked, to be ripped open, to be anyone’s ass. I’m totally at loss for words and then I hear the guy say: lie fucking still. And  I realise he is busy shooting up Mark. 

[Snskj]

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