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A PLAY OF LIFE
A novel



CHAPTER 1


As I pulled out of Jeff’s much abused hole I thought of us as we were at fourteen, newly coupled. Come still dripped from my cock and sweat dripped off my forehead onto his balls. I had exerted myself on Jeff for an hour; maybe two days, I’m not sure. It was a much earned orgasm. Jeff languished in afterglow, his chest hair matted with commingled sweat. I lit a cigarette and sat back on the pillow, my left hand cupping his groin. I closed my eyes and exhaled smoke slowly from my nostrils. I was finally sated. For the moment. But I was not in charge. I could hear Jeff’s quiet breathing in the enclosed room. It seemed the world was on pause, waiting and watching. I didn’t know whether to be anxious or relaxed. The porn still flickered on the tv in the corner. For some reason I could not hear it and didn’t remember either one of us muting the movie. Nothing from the movie registered. It could have been a blank screen. I tapped the ash onto the floor. Jeff stirred and I languidly opened my eyes. His eyes were closed. I did not know if he was asleep or awake. Maybe he too was on pause. The room seemed to inhale. I wondered if the room liked the after taste of our deeds. I closed my eyes and moved my leg over Jeff’s leg. I needed the closeness of him. I inhaled the last of the smoke. I decided to open my eyes and keep them open. I snuffed out the butt. I looked at Jeff. He looked asleep but more likely he was away. Should I wait for him to come back, I wondered. He always did. I pulled my leg off of him. I lit another cigarette. I waited. I had forgotten my brief memory of two newly coupled fourteen year old boys.





Jeff had indeed come back. I don’t know when exactly. We have no clocks in the bedroom. It could have been an hour or two days. But I suppose if it was a new day someone would have roused us. It wouldn’t be the first time. I asked Jeff as he came dripping into the room fresh from the shower. I am usually the one who keeps tabs on such things but apparently not this time. Jeff told me it was nine in the evening. Friday night. I have a glimmer of memory coming into the bedroom at noon. We had both taken an early day to jump start our weekend. The first weekend in 2 years we had set aside for a play date. It had started well. Almost like new. I asked Jeff how he was. Damn good shit, huh, he answered. Good shit indeed. Welcome back.



Myself newly anointed from a scalding hot shower I joined my partner on the bed. He had refreshed the bedside tables with vitamin waters and emptied the ashtrays. He had always been the first one to bounce back. It took me awhile to join back with reality. Doubly long after the long hiatus we had been on. Jeff asked me if I was ready for round two. Upping the ante.


Both of us forty. Not as young as we used to be. Round two was not going to be a slam dunk, I chuckled over the sports metaphors. Maybe the pipe and stroking each other. Had I asked Jeff, I wondered. He was ensconced back on his pillow. He picked up the remote and pressed a button. Sound resumed. Ah, the movie had still been playing. It was a Treasure Island movie. One of the piggier ones. Not a good sign.



Better make a decision. I asked for the pipe. Was I quick enough, I thought. He reached over to his table and picked up the glass pipe and lighter. Whew. What was that. Yes, Jeff, lets do some rock. Mellow time. He handed me a good chunk of the rock and I sparked it up. Drawing deep on the pipe, I held the smike and handed him the pipe. Letting out the smoke I felt the familiar feeling of my cock starting to rise.My turn. Another deep draw. Back and forth until the rock knew no more. The pipe and lighter down, we sat back. I looked over at his cock. We were both near hard. Movie. Getting drawn in. Back in a flash.


I’m back. We are kissing some. Stroking our cocks to the movie. Nice. Mellow was the way to go. If this is Friday, there is plenty of time for more insanity. Flicker of a lighter. This rock is kick ass. Jeff is pretty ripped. Cock going down. Crazy rock. Doesn’t take much for shrinkage. But it will go up again. I’m getting ready to pound that sweet hole again. Another rock. Making out. Rock hard. Pun intended. Jeff looks at me. I’m in.


We finished smoking the rock. End of Round two. Another good time was had by all. I love my man’s body. He is what is called in gay vernacular an Otter. Tall, dark and hairy. Flat stomach. A beautiful eight incher. Good
thickness. Soft brown eyes with lashes any woman would kill to have. When Jeff looks at me with those beautiful eyes, I melt. Or want to fuck him like a beast. This last time was a slow burn. I licked up his come from his torso. It is late.


Jeff turned off the movie. We both were still tweaking some from our slam. The rock still simmered. We spooned. He will sleep some. I won’t. I lie there, listening to whatever wanted me to hear.


How do I know it is morning. There are no windows. The added on extension was planned accordingly. We didn’t want Marta or any of her kin to get any notions. Jeff is awake. I am strung out. We both get up. I go into the kitchen. I am horny as fuck.


I took Jeff on the kitchen table. He laid back on the table. I grabbed his raised legs and slid into him in one smooth motion. We rocked in an easy smooth motion. Five minutes later I emptied into that sweet body. I took him in my mouth. He filled me with sweet come. Damn hot.


He went to shower. I went back to the bedroom and pulled on shorts and a shirt. I was restless. Wasn’t in tune to the mundane. I grabbed my smokes and went to sit on the deck. Early morning in the backyard. Jeff joined me. I felt better with our yard privacy fenced in. We sat and smoked.


This had been our way for years. The last two was our hiatus from this way. We had built up our foundation. Sober for the most part. Never entirely for us. We slipped back into the groove just as easy as I slipped into Jeff. How many times had we sat here, smoking, strung out. Ready to slip in the needle. We had the rest of Saturday. Tomorrow would be clean up day. Monday mundane.


Before his shower Jeff had piss filled the douche bottle. I leaned against the back of the toilet as he stuck the nozzle in my ass. He squeezed until the bottle drained. He pulled out and I clenched. Stood up and waited for the meth piss to worm its way inside my most delicate tissue. I held it for fifteen minutes then sat on the toilet and let it out. I was starting to fly. Meth piss given anally can rock your world. Talk about your booty bump.


Still sitting on the toilet, not sure if I could stand. Jeff came in and tied the rubber tubing around my upper arm. He slid the pin into my vein. I never felt a thing. He is good. Should be for a boy with a Master’s in Nursing. He pulled out and undid the tubing. A few seconds later I was in orbit. I coughed and had the feeling of having to take a massive piss. Sweat beaded on my forehead. I tried to stand. Bad idea. I sunk back down. Tried to talk. Jeff asked me if I was all right. I grabbed his ass and pulled him close. His dick rose and I swallowed him. I sucked him off. I was offto the races.


We went back to the bed. He sat down and loaded himself. I was watching porn with an intensity as if I was in it. Jeff took off. He laid back. I knelt between his legs. He lifted up and I pressed my fist against his hole. We looked in each others eyes. I pushed my fist into him. He gasped. I kept at him. I reached his most intimate place. We were one. I fisted him for a time unknown. I pulled out and we lay in each others arms. We were limp as crystal does. We kissed.



Jeff exclaimed how hot that was. He was tweaking his balls off. We became engaged in the movie. We jerked our cocks. So engrossed. Every so often we would attack each other with fueled passion. It went on. We slammed again. Each a gram. Powerful.


We were on our own. Each lost in his crystal palace of ecstasy. I tend to wander after awhile. I ended up on the couch. On my back I played with my cock and nipples. Pure agony. It was hot. I reached down and slid a finger in my steaming hole. Still slick with piss it opened up and accepted what I gave. I rammed two fingers deep inside. I got on all fours and went all fantasy. I had two guys taking turns on my ass. Black guys. Women with toys. The fantasies played at record pace. I was so fucking turned on.


I made it back to the bedroom. Jeff was watching on screen a hot group scene. I laid down on the bed and sucked and licked his big balls and cock. He put his hands behind his head and let me serve him. Eons later I drifted back up next to him. We smiled. I laid down and Jeff worked me with a large dildo. I played with my nipples. Tweaking made me play with them over and over. I was lost in this.


Hours must have passed. Maybe weeks. I had a half come. Jeff was working the remote like it was a new invention. I could only take so much of that. I wandered out of the room. Back to the couch where I could have whomever I wanted. I love Jeff. I was fucking a young black boy.


I was returning to Earth. So was Jeff. Time to liven up this party. I told Jeff I was ready for his piss to be delivered to me. This time, right out of the tap. We went into the shower. I knelt before him. He let loose his stream. I opened my mouth and took what I could. I swallowed quite a bit. When he was done I took him in my mouth and sucked out the remaining drops. Tweaking and piss. They never heard the word inhibition.


A quick shower after. Reposed again. Discussion followed. One more or not. We would be awake for days. Probably Sunday morning by now. A gram and a half in each of us. Residual rock. Jeff wanted to come. We would hold off.


Jeff turned off the movie. In the dark we lay with our legs crossed over each other. We played with our cocks. We talked about past rendevous with various men. Time must have slipped past us on silent feet. Both of us close enough to earth’s orbit to get seriously horny and hard. Tweaking comes in waves. We rode the wave.


Three a.m. Party over. Still seriously fucked up. Jeff slid under the covers and turned the tv on. He watched a movie, volume down low. I went out to the deck. Slight breeze. No bugs. I lit up. Laid down on the deck chair. Reclined back. Puffed. My ass pleasantly sore from Jeff’s beauty of meat. I felt down there for his come. Fingered his load. Jeff always shoots huge loads. It slid out of me onto the chair. It was hard for me to give up the party. Everyone done before I.


Jeff took a couple of prescription sedatives. He would be out for some time. I was in pace mode. I went back to the couch. Smoking, I let in whatever thoughts were being thrown out there. I have aural hallucinations when tweaking. Most of the time they drive me batty. I accepted them. Back up and headed to the deck. Put out my half smoked cigarette. Lit another. What to do. Ignored the sound of feet.


My Monday would not be so bad. Jeff still sleeping. I grabbed the pipe from the bedroom. Found a large rock. Couldn’t head to the deck. Don’t know how far rock smoke travels. It is light. I grabbed a wash cloth and wetted it in the kitchen sink. With pipe, rock and lighter, will travel. I did not want porn so no need for the bedroom. Seeing Jeff would just make me want him all over again. To the living room, Batman.


I sat on the floor resting against the couch. I loaded the pipe and fired it up. The rock sizzled. After it got cooking I inhaled that sweet sweet smoke. I absolutely love the taste of rock. I think I prefer rock over tina. Tina is crazy and fun. Rock is mellow and fun. I burned up the rock. Laid the pipe on the washcloth. Cool down time. They get hot as fuck. I was cooked. That real intense high. Too high but just to sit back and ride it.


I jerked my cock. May get hard. Probably not if tina had anything to do about it. But I felt good. I would stay here until I got off. Damn. My cock was hard. You get harder on rock and tina than any other time. I could cut glass. I stroked that fucker. Couldn’t get off. Cock soft. Sometimes on rock you have to get off quick because you never knew how long you’d be hard. And the more you do, it can become impossible. I can get off six times in a night. Or maybe once. I just needed once. Back to the pipe.


Didn’t know how long I had. Once Jeff arose I would be done.I fired up a large piece. Rocking good stuff. As I was drawing in, my cock became hard. I kept inhaling. Shot my fucking load. This happens. It usually comes on suddenly. And what an intense blow. When I come while sucking on the pipe. Couldn’t make this stuff up. I was spent. I had come in my hair.


Though I wouldn’t sleep I needed to lie down. Next to Jeff I let my body loosen up. He would be up soon. I needed sanctuary.


Jeff came in the room and announced it was now four in the afternoon. He sat on the bed. What a session he remarked. One of the good ones I replied. What a way to come back. I would remain in bed. We would need time to bounce back. Totally worth it.


We cleaned up. Paraphanalia cleaned and returned to its hidey hole. Movies put up. Tables wiped down. Kitchen table sanitized. Blankets thrown in the wash. Final inspection. Sedatives and bed. Nighty night.


CHAPTER 2


Monday morning. Rise and shine. Like the song says, back to reality. Jeff is putting on his tie. He will head downtown. We run a charitable foundation. We have turned over the day to day business to John and Susan. Jeff still goes in nearly every day. They have been our best friends since we were all fourteen. I will head down the hall to my office. I run the household and keep the money rolling in. My Master’s in Business and Finance does pay off. But that is not our story. The backstory. This is our story. Smoke some t first, I wonder.


Everyone in the know knows not to call us when jeff and I are partying. There are messages from John. I know Jeff will respond. I head to the kitchen where our wall safe resides. Our hidey hole for the magic potions. John had had a box made that is supposedly drug dog proof. The safe is pretty much hidden unless one knew about such things. John is our wizard.


Gethered the goodies. Now to the bedroom. Alone so I leave the door open. Scoop out a sizeable portion of fine blue crystal into the bubble. Add one for luck. Easily a half gram. Hope the butane is full. Spark the torch. The slim blue flame leaps out. I am master of cooking this shit. My pipes never burn. Took time to master this art. Roll the pipe just so. Gauge the distance and heat of flame. Consistency is the name of the game. Don’t take your eye of the ball. Smoke curls up from the bubbling brew. I take it in. Hold it. Blow out. Apply torch. Repeat.


Lay the pipe down in the ashtray. Stand the torch up next to it. Lie back. Hit full force. We don’t smioke a lot but from time to time it’s a nice change. You don’t get hit with a hurricane; more like a tornado. My hand finds my dick. Won’t spend much time here. Just that quick bowl. Don’t want to be all strung out. At full mast. Fuck my cock is hard. My hole aches for a man inside. I want to be on all fours, brutalized. I want to be watched while I am being ravaged. I want come dripping out of my ass from hot guys taking me. Meth tends to turn you into a big ole bottom boy. I am no exception.Furiously pumping I shoot a huge load. Come flies everywhere. My breath is ragged. I can only succumb.




Fuck. I needed that. My party was not done. Tweaking like a crack whore. I go in the bathroom to wash up.That will last me for awhile. Don the shorts and shirt. Head to the office. Must keep the train rolling.



I am the Mussolini of the household. Keeping the grass cut, the house clean and the lights on. I keep the fridge purring with content. Most importantly, I keep the money rolling in. I keep hitting the right investments and at the right times. We are good. And no one gets shot.


Jeff keeps the community food pantries stocked. With John, he keeps the safe full. We do a good job of emptying it. Continue the golden touch. I keep the computer to business. Jeff and I have never hooked up with anyone online. Still don’t. Moments of computer porn are the limit. We have been around for twenty-six years. We don’t need to find anyone online. We have a stable. Caution is the word.


Back to the safe. Plenty of supplies. The stock boys have been ardent at their job. Grabbing a point, I mix a batch on the counter. Drawing up a gram. No need for tubing. My dick will take the point. Hot as fuck slamming in ones cock. I head to the couch. Curtains drawn. I sit down and with one hand I grab my cock. With point in the other I slide the needle in to the cock vein. Draw back. Blood. Press the plunger in. Pull out and toss the syringe on the floor. Wait.


I like partying alone equally as much as I enjoy it with Jeff and others. This was an alone time. Soloing around the sky. Earning my wings. There are many, many memories of past escapades to work with in my fantasy zone. A stratosphere of pictures. New fantasies to plan out. We have been a couple for twenty six years. Still are new things to try. Jeff and I have sex drives in the red zone. The drugs we do make that apparent. New people to savor. Where do I go today.


My breath is shallow. Pleasure soars through me. Working the dick. Who will come to play with me. My last one on one was a black girl. Early twenties. Loved to slam and come. I obliged. Jeff won’t touch pussy. When we first started doing tina and slamming, I wanted to explore the feminine side. I found her. The first time was glorious. We sat on the couch. Jeff gone next door. I got naked next to her. Everything set up on the coffee table. She in a skimpy skirt with tight shirt. No bra or panties. I slipped a hand underneath the skirt and stroked her hot cunt. Her huge clit like a small dick. Bald. She didn’t say a word. I asked her to get naked. I readied her and slammed her with a gram of primo stuff. I then slammed myself. It hit us hard. She went down on me and worked me but I went soft. No kissing. I knelt on the floor and raised her legs. I put my tongue on that swollen clit. She bucked back and grabbed my head. Drove my mouth onto her cunt. She started moaning and getting all loud. I shoved two fingers into her. She told me to suck her clit hard. She let loose. Screaming as she came. The girl came hard. Then she squirted. Nothing had prepared me for that. I had heard about girls being able to do that but never believed it. A stream of clear juice gushed out of her hole and hit me in the chest. I wa stunned. And hotter than fuck. She told me she often gushed but never squirted like that. We both lost our cherries that night. Her juice tasted like peaches.


Working my cock and nipples, I worked with that memory. I was as horned up now as then. As I squeezed my nipples hard I remembered how she loved her nipples pinched as hard as I could. It made her come. When I got hard I took her. I pounded her hot wet pussy. She came two times while I fucked her. She was a fuck machine. I licked and sucked her cunt to two more orgasmes. She squirted on my cock and once in my mouth. She was sated. She took me in her mouth. A finger worked its way inside my ass. I pumped a hot load of come down her throat. Damn, girl.


We played six times. The last time was in a motel with her white boy friend. We smoked huge amounts of rock. When we boys were soft we serviced her cunt and nipples. When we boys were hard we took turns fucking her. Our finale was she riding him while I fucked her tight ass. We all came together. She loved her ass fucked when rocked out. I had done countless threesomes. That was my favorite. Sorry jeff.


I surfed the waves on the sea of memory. It was getting late. My man would be home soon. I cleaned everything up and tidied our home. Freshly showered, I went out to the deck. I am a great housewife. Mrs. Brady decked out in her chair. My man returns.


We discuss our day. John and Sue are preparing for the annual thank you dinner for the interns. Jef never asks me if I had partied during the day. Probably an assumption he has made long ago. He does so why wouldn’t I, he figures. I tell him the lawn service arrives tomorrow. Errands to be done. John and Sue soon to arrive bringing gifts of Chinese take out. I am coming down so food could work. I will probably eat copious amounts.
John asks us about the weekend. We laugh. They know. They also know it was our first one in ages. John tells him his sore ass is all the description he needs. John has ben there. Many times. And we in him. Sue bustles around with plates and things. Everything on the deck. Marta and kin next door add the evenings din. John tells us we are due for a delivery. I arrange payment. We loosely agree on the four of us ina get together. Been a long time since we let loose on each other. I rubbed Sue’s breast. She smiled. Mosquitoes run amok. We scoot.


The three of them finish up the day’s foundation news. We finish dinner. I clean up. It is late. They depart. We shower and hit the hay. A day in the life. Suburbia reigns.


Mowers are unleashed on the jungle. Hot young men scurry to and fro. I stay invisible. We do not bring in the unvetted. Drycleaners. Groceries. Mundane is supreme. Ice tea carried to the deck. Salad prepped and chilled. Nap time refreshed.


Jeff and I love the Foundation. I am strictly background. We pay out of pocket for the interns’ dinner. With a few mouse clicks. The filet mignon is served sir. I had previously carried out my financial duties. I would not attend the dinner. Jeff would make a brief appearance. This was John and Sue’s night. Jeff and I would make leisurely, sober love.


Our marriage has been open the entire time. Play together or apart. We do not cheat. We are truthful. We are fucking sex hounds. We have one time encounters, single or group. We have one on ones. These are the more than once encounters with an individual. My last was Roz. His was with Sam. We now had no one on ones. We hadn’t played with others for a time. These are strictly sexual dates fueled. Our love can and has handled these. Jeff has a possible new one on one lined up for Friday night. He is playing here. I will visit Marta. She is a night owl so my long visits are not an eye opener. I hope he scores a good one.


John had filled up the safe that week. Jeff would be slamming with the new guy. We always partied with our play dates. His new one is the young brother of an old aquaintance. He was a muscular guy with a large cock. Jeff’s kind. A young top to work his hole. He would be in heaven. The lube and movies were ready. Jeff would prepare the syringes when he arrived. I would be home early morning. I would smoke some beforehand to keep me up. But not too much. Don’t want to be twitchy. Nor do I want to hear things not there. Dead give away. Marta was a school teacher for forty years. She has that teacher eye. There would be plenty of food for dinner. She still cooks like all four boys are still home. Marta would have cookies.


It is after midnight. I had helped Marta with the dishes. We both liked old movies. Bowls of popcorn and a box of Kleenex. She asked about Jeff. He was going to be working all night on business. I hated to disturb him. She is used to this. Jeff has the same tale. Early morning markets around the world. I needed to concentrate. She thinks we are secretly keeping an eye on her. Tickles her pink. We do love her to pieces. For whatever all of our reasons. Had a cookie.


I return to my sailor who had recently arrived from his sea voyage. The new guy recently granted shore duty. Jeff was in bed watching porn. Flotsam and jetsam surrounded the bed. He looked tired and wired. I crawled in with him. Delighted tale to follow. I slid my cock into him and we looked at each other as he told me of his night. Marc, the new guy, had fucked and sucked his way across my man for hours. Twice slammed, he rode my man like a whore he could be. Toys and piss and submission. I came.


Jeff managed to get up and start his day. He would follow through on the dinner and be home early. I smoked a rock and jerked off to a movie. My man had a new one on one. I was ready.


That night in bed Jeff told me the dinner had been a great success. Speeches given; awards handed out. I had done my part. I paid the bill; the filet mignon is served, sir. I truly try to be in the background. He had told me about some of the interns throughout the year. Who did what and what not. Tonight he told about one in particular. Cindy. I thought, now why would he be telling me about a female intern. What did my wily man have up his sleeve. Jeff has pulled his share of surprises through the years. It amazes me what he comes up with. What did fate have in store, I asked the fates. Only the Muse knows.








CHAPTER 3


Cindy is a sixteen year old girl. Recent high school graduate. Genius level iq. Taking time before college so she isn’t seen as overly freakish when she starts. Cindy is the most gorgeous girl Jeff has ever seen he says. He may not touch them but he does have an eye for beauty. They have talked many times. Jeff, my ever surprising wiseman, has an idea. Cindy and he have talked about their lives. I trust Jeff with everything so whatever he has told her is fine by me. His sense of trust in others is impeccable. If he trusts Cindy, so do I. I am intrigued beyond measure. What new adventure did we sense on the horizon.

According to Jeff, Cindy was super smart, super sexy and super adventurous as only the young can be. She was intrigued about us and the lifestyle we lived. Up to the point that jeff had led her. Hints here and there. Secret deviance. Scoping out her at the same time. Cindy was affluent and lonely. Rich, sexy, and smart are not common denominators for lasting friends. Scared boys and girls alike. She had had one sexual encounter. A great one apparently. She wanted more. Who didn’t.


Jeff had invited her over for Friday night. We would make dinner. Talk. Envision the future. Time to get ripped. I was hard. But that would wait. Had to plan the menu.


Friday morning I picked fresh vegetables from Marta’s garden. The beginning of July brought us a bounty. A nice chef salad for dinner. Chicken strips barbecued. Fresh baked rolls. Didn’t I say I was a great housewife. The maid service had cleaned this week and the house sparkled. I felt light in the slippers.


We were not drinkers. Cindy is sixteen so sparkling cider was the dinner wine. Jeff and I fooled around a bit in the shower. Were felt young. Spiders to their webs. Dinner on the table. Doorbell.


Jeff let her in. The oxygen in the house disappeared. Cindy breezed in wearing a yellow mini with matching blouse. Ravaging. A young Pam Anderson but way more deadly. A perfect natural tan. Nice melons for tits. Flat , hard body. Blonde ponytail. I may be gay with an occasional penchance for pussy but she racheted it up a notch. How could Jeff not want to lick this sweet candy drop. I envisioned the unwrapping.


We made introductions. Greetings and salutations. Went to the kitchen table. Our small cozy nook. We all made small talk. She from the area as we were. Her parents professors at the local university. She recently coming into her inheritance. Her eventual career as a psychiatrist. Glad to have met us. Age differences did not seem to matter. She oozed cooze. I was half hard during dinner.


We covered the foundation, her work there, what I did and various other topics. We started with our relationship beginnings up to the present day. She was fascinated. I cleaned up. We went into the living room. The three of us cozy on the couch. I told Cindy we had asked her over for a reason. Jeff and I had talked. We wanted her to become part of our little family. The two of us and John and Sue. And the various elves that came through the kingdom. We want to become your sex education instructors. We would like to have you part of our life. Our private life. I told her all of this. Jeff nodded agreement. She was hooked. We would introduce her to all the salient voraciousness she wanted. We needed to breathe fresh air. This is how it would work I said. I wanted my finger in her.


She would arrive every weekend. I would introduce each lesson. Jeff would participate in some; I, all of them. I dallied with girls, I told her. Jeff did not. Drugs were mentioned. They were the key factor to all of this. She voiced her acceptance. Solemn promises were made for discretion, privacy and loyalty. There was hesitation from the three of us. There was a bond of immediate trust. If Jeff felt it, it was real. I had to think about wet spots.


Jeff asked Cindy about her one and only sexual experience. A year ago, she had a date with a boy she knew from school. They had both had previous drug experience. Smoked some meth, ecstasy, pot, coke. Not a lot but enough to dig it. That night they went parking in his Lincoln. Big back seat. Plenty of room. They shared a few bubbles of t. two fifteen year olds high on tina. Fuck. And that they did. She gave specific details but the only one that stuck with me was him sliding his ten inch cock up her ass and she immediately came. Then squirted. Jeff, prepare the pipe.


I asked her if she was ready for the introductory lesson. When asked, I told her we three would smoke crystal and see how that went. After, we would see how the intimacy worked. If both chemistries clicked we would continue with the lessons and friendship. We told her she could tell those who may need to know that we were like uncles to her. Our little niece. Even I’m not that deviant.


Jeff lit the torch. Got the ball rolling. He inhaled and passed it to Cindy. I kept the torch on the bubble as she took a huge hit. I told her to hold it. She passed it on to me and I did my thing. How did she like it. She said that one hit had her getting moist. Boner time. We passed the pipe around until we had smoked a gram. Plenty.


Everything on the coffee table. Were we ready for getting to know each other better, I asked. Nods. We stood and shed our clothes. Back down to the couch. Cindy and I started making out. My cock was raging. All twelve inches of hard steeled flesh. It ached. Jeff knelt on the floor and took me to the root. He was flying high evidenced by his sucking. He was licking my balls. Sucking my cock. I was over the moon. I sucked her nipples. Squeezed those beautiful tits. We were moaning. She had a hand on her cunt. A work of art. Perfectly bald. I watched her rub her clit. Big clit. She spread her legs. I rubbed her clit I had her lie back. I lifted her legs and drove into that cunt. I could not wait. Jeff stood and I took him in my mouth as I plowed that girl’s hot young and now flowing pussy. She was yelling. I was yelling. We urged each other on. Nasty talk flowed back and forth. Jeff’s cock was harder than I ever remembered. We fucked for who knows how long. Changed positions. I took her from behind as she grabbed the top of the couch. Jeff worked his way inside me. We rocked back and forth like a piston. Fast. Slow. Hot. Jeff blew first. With a primal yell, he dumped inside me. Collapsed to the floor. I fucked Cindy as fast and hard as I have ever fucked. Her tight cunt was like nothing I had ever felt. It was on me before I knew. I strtaed spurting. I must have shot for over thirty seconds. Quarts it felt like. I withdrew. Cindy laid on her back. I went to town with my mouth. I sucked her swollen clit. She finished with a loud scream. Yes, it tasted like peaches.



Now composed. The three of us on the floor against the couch. Jeff and I smoking. Lots of whews. Someone asked how we thought it went. Laughter. We passed the audition.


Cindy took a shower. Jeff and I moved the party to the bedroom. He would retire to the couch. He had a rich depository of memories to supply him for the night. Along with rock and dildos.


I asked Cindy if she was ready for the second introductory lesson. She said her cunt was scrubbed and ready to go. I laughed. Fine but this was drug class now. Damn straight was the response. We would slam together I said. Get ready. New level babe. Jeff had all the preparations near and handy. Had to love that man.


Cindy sat back on the pillow. I tied her off. Told her what I would do. She actually purred. I slammed her. Time to watch. She had her eyes closed. They flew open. Stared at me. Flat against the headboard. Her face flushed. It took her. Wow was all she said. Didn’t know where was headed. She rode it out. Started rubbing her twat. She was good. She sat there and watched me. I slid the needle in my vein and dumped my quotient. I lay back next to her and fucking tweaked my ass off.


Instead of going at it like we did before, we kind of slid down next to each other and played with each other. Never knew where this trip would lead. I kissed her. She grabbed my cock. Soft. But horned up as fuck. I explained this happened frequently but playing with it was just as hot. Soft. Hard. It all felt good. She rubbed her cunt. We turned each other on. I sucked her pussy again. She grabbed my hair and came like a banshee. She took me in her mouth when I got hard. She worked me for ever. We laid back down. I turned on the porn. Straight porn. We were getting off on it. I told her I was ready. Probably a half cum. I explained that to her. The morning would bring on the real McCoy I said. Lets keep playing. Slammed again. Repeat.



Jeff had checked on us throughout the night. We were lying next to each other. I explained that I like to just lie next to someone naked, watch a little porn. Get lost in the feeling. Let the t take control. I enjoyed it as much as hot bestial sex. Just drift off into our own two worlds. Meeting up with each other from time to time. A little necking. A litle oral. Then down for the count again. R & R.


Jeff had filled the douche bottle with piss. I told Cindy the purpose. We cantered into the bathroom. I had her lean over the toilet. I slowly inserted the tip into her ass. Squirmed she did. I emptied the bottle into that hot little rosebud. I told her to clench up tight when I pulled the nozzle out. Hold it. Sit down and when it needed to come out then release. About 15 minutes later she did. I got another wow.


Booty bump. She liked that. Cute she said. And a definite high from it. Back to the bed. She on all fours. I was ready for the real Mccoy. Hard as a steel beam. I lubed up my fingers and slid my forefinger slowly into that bubble butt. All the way in. Then two. Twisted. Back and forth. She bucked back on my fingers. Getting nasty now. I withdrew. Pressed the head of my cock on that pink bud. Pressed into her. She opened up and swallowed my twelve inches. My thick inches. To my balls. I didn’t move. Wanted her to feel the throbbing. She started moaning and moving her ass up and down my cock. I let her. Then I grabbed her hair with one hand and thrust to the hilt with my cock. I pulled her head back. She was digging it. Telling me to fuck her ass. Fuck it hard. Certainly. I let go of her hair and grabbed her ass. Pounded that hole. Came. And came. Another long and plentiful come. I collapsed next to her. She shoved three fingers in her cunt and screamed as she came. Cut.


Jeff wandered in. Saturday morning. How was our night. Cindy grinned. I grinned. Jeff grinned. Introductory lessons a success. She asked what lesson two would be. We will reveal that next time. Cindy bounced off of the bed. Shower coming on. Jeff and I discussed. If next weekend worked we would begin. Planning time. Adieu sweet Cindy.


Jeff had slept. Rock cracks him out but usually he can get some sleep. I did not of course. Clean up. We went into the office. Most guests don’t realize the lights are typically on in the bedroom through play sessions. I suppose they think it’s natural since we are partying, bathroom breaks, voyeurism, you name it. That is true. But the light sconces are cameras. They line the far wall, over the bed and the two other walls. The cameras have built in lights to mask the spy operation. And the cameras work fantastic. Feed the computer. Deviant indeed. No need for incest.


We ran last nights feed. It can be set up to record when the light switch is flicked on. It began with Cindy heading to the shower and Jeff and I setting things up. The slam, the sex. All. Jeff thought it hot. We watched a portion to make sure there were no glitches. The sound was fine. With computer magic we can do close-ups and other cool shit. Editing will come later. We have bushels of movies. Burn them as well. Talk about your memories. We don’t just replay in our heads. That would just be silly. It’s a large safe.



I would be up all day. Lots of shit still coursing through me. Jeff turns on some music. English bluesy stuff. Beautiful day outside the dungeon. Music coursing. Banish you, aural phantoms. Besides, it makes the music so much more ethereal.Thankfully no celtic. To the deck.


Iced tea in lead crystal glasses. Goblets. English theme. How much grander. Vitamin D spiking our tanned flesh. Naked as the proverbial jay. The chair straps feel good on my backside. We admire the landscape. We let the sun soak some of the toxins out of us. We sit for a long time.

Jeff will meet up with Marc tonight. It won’t be here. Jeff’s biggest turn on is having sex in as many different locales as possible. Public and private. Tonight, he says, it will be a cemetery. I find it disrespectful but he is his own man. They will slam. There will be grass stains. Pay extra for that load of laundry.


I do like cunt from time to time. But I am gay and I need a man. I know the perfect one for tonight. I will stay in. I am a homebody. The house is just fine for my sex life. Tonight will be not a night for monkey sex. I am full up with that. With the many recent slams and such, just don’t have the hurcelean energy to perform such feats. I have a guy who likes to smoke the bubble. The two of us. Naked on the bed. Porn. And jerking off .He likes to use Vaseline to jerk off with. He told me the first time together he isn’t really into having sex when partying. He at times will fuck himself with large dildoes, he is mostly into just tweaking and playing with his cock to porn with another dude. That first time I watched him slide an enormous rubber cock in his boy cunt. I was curious at how loose it was. I slid a finger into him and was astounded to feel how tight he was. One of the tightest holes I have been in. He does like to have contact at times. We will touch legs. No kissing. Hey, whatever floats your boat. The perfect evening for us. New jar of Vaseline.


Jeff has taken off. Ghosts to be wide eyed tonight. I have the supplies at the ready. New butane. Two pipes. Two small baggies with crystal. Easier that way. He has supply. I have mine. He chooses the porn. The way he plows through it, easier again. He won’t watch the money shot. Exasperating. But when you are tweaking you forge on. Who has time for that, we ask. But we do like to guess who the bottom is in all of the scenes. You’d be surprised. Plenty of towels and washcloths. He only uses Vaseline. Greasy. I have to be vigilant.


Chris arrives. We haven’t seen each other for quite some time. We do some catching up. He lights his torch and begins to boogie. I do the same. The crystal bubbles away in sweet abandon. Neither pipe blackens. Two old hands we are. We inhale. Hold and, poof, we let go. Two smoke balloons slowly waft their way to the ceiling. We watch. We torch. We get fucking wasted. I watch his cock. Big but soft. Lying on his thigh. Nice cock on this boy. Too bad he didn’t play when fucked up. Our legs touch. Lightly bounce off of each other. We smile. We watch some hot fucking porn. Chris zooms through it. Sigh. But this is nice. Just the night I needed. No money shots. But money well spent.



Morning dawns over a cemetery. Rays reach the backyard. Birdsong. Dew on cobwebs. The sound of a car leaving. The front door opens. It’s Sunday morning. Church.


CHAPTER 4



Jeff and I were raised Episcopalian. We may not be practicing but we still attend infrequently. Today we attend. Showers. Wrinkle free clothes. Lime aftershave. The first time we have been out together in time memorial. I wish I could wear a big floppy church hat. Red.






One would question our attendance. But it’s all about balance. No lightening strikes. Besides, we have been members of The Church of Christ for years. We are strung out. Strung out is much different from flying high. I can sing hymns strung out. Jeff has a beautiful basso .A lovely service. Hands shook all around. I am refreshed. I can join the straight world today. Our foundation purchased the new organ. We could have been naked.


Back home. Shorts, shirts and flip flops. Off to Lady Marta’s. Pitcher of virgin bloody marys. Mint leaves floating. The shakes. Not too bad. Plop down in lawn chairs. Pattern.


Marta has covered the picnic table. Marta donned in one of her trademark mumus. Red with yellow hibiscus flowers. Chairs scattered around the yard; underneath trees for shade. Bees buzzed on the plethora of blooms in Marta’s numerous flower beds. The sun was shining on the half hidden garden gnomes scattered all about. A perfect late morning in Summer. Platter of pork chops. Bowl of grits. Fried green tomatoes. Platter of scrambled eggs. Buttered toast. Desserts. A fine Midwestern brunch. She hooted over the pitcher of refreshment. She liked we had been at church. Marta is a Methodist but forgives us being Episcopalian. We all have our crosses to bear. Kin arrive.









We had not seen the kids and grandkids in awhile. We all got caught up. Those boys are easy on the eyes. The food and sun helped ease the drugs out of our system. Good sex also helped us relax. Jeff had a lazy grin on his face. We pat our sated bellies. Kids played throughout the yard. The boys puttered on this and that. Marta fluttered like a giant butterfly. We helped clean up. Back home for naps. Dark room. Pass out.


We both wake to the morning. Good solid sleep. Time for work. Messages. Planning. We purposely kept incommunicado with Cindy. Besides, we owed an evening to John and Sue. A few days sober. Then back to bestial sex with our friends. A long time coming. Have to love puns.


They would arrive on the weekend. Our favorite foursome. Never knew what would happen. John likes a boy from time to time but prefers women and his wife. But one does what one is commanded. They know of the movies we make. They like to get off to them. The latest will move them.


The week grows. The grass gets cut. The grass stains removed. No boys call. They know better. We contact them. Cindy realizes, I’m sure, that we will be in contact. Other responsibilities. The men who make all this happen will have an invite soon. They certainly enjoy us as clentele. We enjoy them. Time to sample the wares. And to sample them. In abundance. Maybe they will invite samplers along with them. Group play awaits. Better put out extra towels.

The weekend is here. John and Sue arrive. They know the drill. We have had over twenty years of small talk. This is party night. To the dungeon. Off with their clothes.


We all get busy with the favors. Pile of clothes on the floor. Lights blazing. Movie running. Air condition purring cozily. Lube bottles line the bedside table like little airline bottles. Trash can for deposits. Fresh towels line the bathroom racks. Big bars of soap. No little hotel soaps for us. Douche bottles on the back of the toilet. ETA. On time.


Slamorama.


The four of us lying on the bed. John and Sue are horned up. Looks like it will be those two paired up. So Jeff and I partake in the ever hot sixty nine position. He on top so I can sample his puckered rosebud. Sue on top of John. Mirrored images. Almost artful this scene. I slide a finger into Jeff.


Lots of moaning. Juicy slurps. I love the sounds of sex. Should make a cd.


I lose track of the movie sounds and ours. Blending from the sound board. It all blurs. Good shit, this. Yellow crystals tonight. Dissolved well. Slammed even better. Each of us coughed when hit with ambrosia. No one could speak in intelligible syllables. Urges of full bladders. The whole nine yards. Massive passion. Massive hard cocks. One massively wet pussy.


John throws it to his woman. On her back. Plunged in her cunt. Deep. Fingernails dug into his hard ass. She bucks. He fucks. Jeff and I cannot look away. He bites her nipples. They fucking yell and scream and trade nasties. It is unbelievably sexy. He fucks her harder. The headboard is caught in a raucus quake. Shit falls off of the table. We furiously jerk our rock hard packages. We add more moans. The occasional, yeah fuck hers and take that huge cock. You bitches are fucking hot. You get the picture. We were passive onlookers. We wanted more. We got more. They moved. He behind her. She with head in pillow. The pillow took her screams. He had her shoulders as he fucked ever hard. Sweat streamed off that man, like tarzan swinging through the jungle. This was our jungle. And we matched grunts with grunts. She rose above him. Swollen clit and lips slid down that awesome display of manhood. Her back to him as she leaned back and took what he gave. She began quivering. She suddenly stopped. Threw her head back onto him and came. Flushed. He thrust deep into that hot used cunt. He bellowed as he shot deep into his pride. The lion had just claimed his lioness.


Heavy ass breathing. Took minutes to chill. Her hair was plastered wet. He was aglow with sheen. Jeff and I were memorized. They giggled. Bravo.


While they showered we played. We weren’t going to perform as they had. Nor were we going to get off. But we sucked and stroked. We endured. They joined in. We all touched and rubbed each other. We decided to slam again.


Jeff and I, freshly consumed, went to the shower and played. Those two watched porn and did their thing. I gave Jeff my piss. He gave me his. We drank. We lay in the tub. We stayed.


Eventually the four of us were reunited. We staked out positions on the bed. Jeff with John. Sue and I. Some necking. Sue and I sucked each others nipples. The boys lazily played with one anothers soft cocks. We all watched a straight orgy on the tv. Sue sucked me for awhile. Jeff sucked John for awhile. We decided to smoke rock.


Jeff and I gathered up a pipe and rock and lighters for both duals. We cooked some rock. Got so fucking lit. Jeff and I went out to the couch. He fucked me. He licked my come out of my hair. Rock on impostors.


We heard them going at it. Sweet release. Jeff and I cuddled and I slipped into him. I fucked him on our sides. I came again. He shot on the floor. No sounds from the bedroom. We cuddled again. This time, I lie on top of Jeff and shoved my thickness into him. We were on fire. I grabbed him from underneath and drained my balls. Flipped him over and he drained his. Down my throat. Never tasted a drop. We were covered in sweat. Come. Spit. I do believe we were sated. We had drunk our fill from the well. Time to check on our better halves. They were spooning on the bed. Lost at sea. We joined them. Four adrift. We rocked gently on the waves. Nothing is much better than a beautiful night out on the sea. Bon voyage indeed. We ended the night with the four of us making sweet love to our spouses. True friends.

They left soon after to do their weekend things. We to ours. I wanted more sex and drugs this weekend. Jeff certainly did as well. We would play separately. He to his playground. I to mine. Here. Just had to decide the who, we did. Our rich cornucopia of contacts would make this an easy decision. I wanted black. Jeff wanted two young ones. Where would they go for that. I dared not ask. We divvied up some supplies. He had has backpack all geared up. I cleaned. The calls had been made. Giddy up.


Jeff drove off. Would see him when I saw him. Could be days. We were both out on the long playing field.


I had slid out the frame from beneath the bed. Aluminum. Leight weight but extremely durable. Had the frame set up in minutes. Out of the closet came the sling. Full leather and solid. Hung it up on the chains. Leg and hand restraints in place. Nothing like a leather hammock to get plowed in.
Leather pillow attached.


Gerry arrived. Gerry was 25, black. Six feet two. Natural lithe muscular build. Smooth body. Nine inches swinging heavily below his beautiful abs. Eyes to die for. I have known Gerry for a few years now. Met him through our crack dealer. Gerry liked to partake but did not have much money. He worked in a barbecue joint. I was more than happy to smoke my rock with him. He was more than willing to give me his barbecue.


Gerry and I laid back on the bed pillows. Naked. I gave him the filled pipe. He cooked the rock perfectly. I absolutely loved the smoke and taste the rock makes. Gerry took a huge hit. Held the smoke. Then blew it into my mouth. We kissed. I blew smoke out my nose. His cock twitched. My turn. Inhale. Exhale. Gerry’s mouth. Both cocks twitching. Gerry had seen the sling set up. He knows the drill. I the drillee. He, the magnificent driller. He had his own dowsing rod.


We finished smoking up a big ole rock. We were toasted. And hard as freaks. I climbed aboard. He checked the heighth. His cock nestled nicely against my boy cunt. He knelt down and gave me a tongue lashing. I don’t get rimmed often. But when I do, I cherish it. He licked my hole. Sucked on my hole. Worked the tip of his tongue inside me. I felt that big rough tongue worship my hole. He wouldn’t need lube tonight. He bent down on me. His hardness lying on mine. He sucked my tongue. We kissed passionately. My hands in the restraints. He pulled my head to his and we tongue duelled for awhile. His cock was throbbing fiercely. I felt my cock start to drip. I can have copious amounts of pre cum. And I was pretty worked up. The rock was making me want that cock. He came aroundd to the front of the sling. He slid his dick in my mouth. Worked it back and forth. Rock makes a guy’s cock so fucking hard. I wouldn’t be able to swallow him but what I could take, I worked good. He pulled out and put his large balls where his cock just was. I gave them a good suck and lathered them with spit. I told him I needed him inside me. He went back around and pressed that huge head into me. I opened up like a dam. He slid all the way in in one motion. I gasped. He held it in me so I could feel it throb in my innermost treasure. He grabbed the two back chains and pushed me up the length of his meat. All nine inches. Then he pulled the chains back. Damn, bitch. Work that hole. Stretch me to the limits. Black cock is so hot. I felt his balls against my ass. I felt spit run down my crack. He bent over me again and started ramming me. Fast little rabbit thrusts. He stood up and grabbed the sides of the sling and pulled his cock out almost the whole way. I heard him start to breathe heavier. He fucked me hard. Yelled as he used me as his cum dump. Thrusting that hot cum inside me. He stayed fucking me for a time. Then it got hotter.


He pulled out his cock. Knelt down and shoved his tongue in my worried hole. My hole was open to the breeze. His hot breath tickled. He got his whole tongue in me and licked his juice. He began sucking on my gaping ass. He slurped up his come. He gave it to me. We swirled it around in our mouths. Lust doesn’t get any better.


He put his hot mouth on my hard ass cock. He sucked so hard. I came so hard. He swallowed. Nice people swallow.


I wore his ass out. He went back to the bed and sparked up another rock. I glowed. I was still fucking horny as fuck. He brought the pipe to me. I inhaled. We went through another rock. I drifted for a time in the sling. No one spoke. He went back to the bed and rode his high. I came down after a bit and joined Gerry. We were rocked steady. We leaned our heads on each other. We lie like that for awhile. I stirred. I climbed up on Gerry so we could sixty nine. And that we did. I swallowed him this time. He jerked me off towards the end. It was quite lovely. He fingerd my sweet boy cunt. I loved that I was still slick from this beautiful man. He pulled out. I replaced his with mine. It felt so good. My loosened hole. We finished in the shower. He cleaned my cock and ass very lovingly. We rinsed and dried off together. What a glorious night.

Gerry took off. I was on my own. Wouldn’t see Jeff until much later, I’m sure. It was quite late. I went to the deck. Padded deck chair. A slight breeze on this balmy night. I looked at stars and worked my cock. Hours later I shot a healthy load on my tummy. Sat there like that. How nice. Sun over the yardarm. Back inside.


What to do.


I shot Cindy a text. She replied back. I said no, this wasn’t lesson one. Just wanted to know if she wanted to come over. She said with bells on. Ah, the young and needing to party. She asked about Jeff. I said he was MIA. No hounds needed to find him. He wasn’t lost. Somewhere in the city he was being tended to. No weeds in his garden.


Like a fresh daisy Cindy blew in. On a sunny summer day what could be more perfect, I asked myself. I told her of our weekend up to this point. Our friends. Gerry. Jeff and his merry band of elves. She loved it. At sixteen, who wouldn’t. We sunned on the deck. Talked about shit. She got naked. She rode me on my chair. Kissed to keep it quiet. We came together. Slick.


She showered. I didn’t want to slam. Wasn’t in the mood to smoke anything. Into the kitchen. Grabbed four vitamin c capsules. Emptied them out. From the safe I procured a gram of methamphetamine. Prepackaged. Gotta love it. I filled each capsule with approximately a quarter each. Took them into the bedroom. Cindy was drying her hair. I became bare.


I told her about the mode of transportation. She lifted an eyebrow. Trust me, I said. One down the hatch. One up the keister. We swallowed. I had her bend over. I spit slicked her hole. I pushed the capsule into her. Pushed it in as far as my finger could push. I bent over for her. She repeated. Said it made her hot. I told her it would feel like when acid first starts kicking in. Kind of that racy feeling. Flushing. We sat and waited.


Got that feeling in the pit of my stomach. A little speedy. A little nauseous. Then the other one kicked in. Both of us. I turned over on my stomach. She spread my cheeks. Starting rimming me. Getting into it. Put her finger in me. Careful with the nails, I said. She put two in me. Worked those slick fingers in and out. Damn. So motherfucking hot. I reached under and grabbed my cock. Hard. Good sign. She worked three fingers in me. I shot. A long arrgh. She pulled out. We kissed. I’m coming a lot this weekend, I told her. She sat on my face. Facing the headboard. She slid that wet hot cunt across my mouth. I bit her big swollen clit. Rapidly licked and sucked. Lick. Suck. Bite. She grabbed the headboard and screamed my name. Here it comes. Peach sorbet all over my face. Glad I closed my eyes.


We came down to earth. High orbit that time. She said she had to go. Family stuff. I said okay. Thanks for the visit. We would be seeing her soon. Get ready. She giggled and pranced out.


I turned up the air conditioner. Got under the covers. Flicked on a bisexual porn. Played with my cock. Soft but hot. Rubbed my nipples. Stayed that way for hours. Hands got tired. Turned off the volume. Laid down and pseudo napped. I was calm.


Still no Jeff. Must have taken extra drugs. Good for him. I disappeared into fantasy land. Didn’t want to watch any home movies. Drifted away. Seas calm.


Night falls. Did I want someone to come over. Yeah I did but really didn’t want to make the effort. What if it wasn’t what I really wanted, I pondered. Nah. Too much effort. I smoked a gram of tina and went and drew a bath. I set up the laptop. Kicked on a pig movie. Pissing. Fisting. The works. Soaked in the scalding hot water. Played with myself. A nice change. I pissed all over myself repeatedly. Caught some in my mouth. Bitter t piss. Rinsed my hair with piss. Pretty hot. I got caught up in the pigginess. A hot young dude fisting another hot young dude. Come from someone dribbling out. Another guy was deep throating . Another, taking a load of piss from a black guy. Got confusing. I was scattered. All over the map. I sat back and closed my eyes. Half listened to the porn. Fell in love with my soft cock. Stroke. Ocassional piss. Reached down and fingered my hole. Water getting cold. Feeling antsy. Time to revolt. I got out of the tub and got down on all fours on the bath mat. Furiously playing with my cock. Rocked back and forth. Began to get hard. Worked it up for awhile. I needed to get off soon to utilize this boner. Put my cheek on the floor. Faster and faster. Come started shooting before I was totally hard. Another half come, maybe. Nope. This was turning into a spine tingling orgasm. I was close. So close. Ah. Over the top. Not much juice came out. Too many drainings for much of a load. Oh well. It still felt fucking delicious.




























































CHAPTER 5


Jeff and I sitting down to dinner. A nice fresh salad. Broiled tuna steaks. Fruit for dessert. Mama feeding her boy so good. Pediatric vitamins only take us so far. Can’t look like zombies. Not in the Midwest. This ain’t no LA.


In front of the tv. Sofa surfing. Jeff and I discuss the next time with Cindy. Need to talk about safe sex and all that shit. Not that we practice it. Those we are with are told of our stance. We are sluts and will face the consequences. We are negative as of the last test. We tell those we sleep with just that. But we are not worried. It’s bound to happen. But Cindy needs to make some choices. With her genius iq she can make her choice. She is ageless. Only chronologically sixteen.


She has clicked with the both of us. She has clicked with moi. Now what, we ponder. We will teach her how to slam. Mixing and all that. Then she can venture forth when those lessons arrive. How about a threesome, I asked. We did that, Jeff replied. I have it. We will have her take on one guy. Without us there. We started out too fast. Need to rein back. Start from scratch. But a guy of age. We don’t trust the real younguns. Blab too much. Loose lips.


We stroll down memory lane. Come up with a twenty year old we know. Surfer bum type. Total partier. Hang loose.

I text Cindy. Tell her lesson two will be tomorrow night. She gives her okay. See ya’ll at nine.


Cindy arrives. She gabbles on about her life since we have seen her last. Inquiries all around. She asks about the foundation. Maybe do some more work for us. Narrowing down colleges. Future psychiatrist. Oh what can made of that. We move to the kitchen. Glasses of tea are poured. Jeff has stuff arranged on the counter. He goes through his sorcerer’s apprentice spiel. She laps it up with that super soaker brain. He explains step by step. The crushing. Spoon. Mixing with sterile water. The whole enchilada. He is a nurse so he will teach her how to inject. They practice first. Non human test subjects. Guinea pig anyone.


He shows her how to ready the syringe. Drawing and tapping out bubbles. Tying off. He hands her the point. Has his hand on hers. She is so steady. The nerves of youth. Slide it in. Draw back. Plunge. Pull out. Untie. Wait. We could write a manual.


She will be the only one slamming tonight of the three of us. We tell her of lesson two. How we rushed things. Dial back. She will be one on one tonight. Without us being there. We tell her about Anthony. Twenty and gorgeous. Big cock. Kinky. She is getting hot and horny. Shit kicking in.


Anthony shows up. We give him the cliff notes. Party with our niece. Have a good time. Plenty of shit in the bedroom. Do whatever. Leave whenever. Jeff and I will be next door late. If we get back before you kids leave we will be on the couch. Neither one of us will be partying. Any problems or questions ring a ding us on the cell. Ta at.


Jeff and I skip over next door. It’s getting late and Marta will be in her prime. We had previously called. Movie night. We brought the sparkling cider. Gone with the Wind, here we come.


It’s around two in the morning. We head back. It’s quiet in the bedroom. Want to peek but don’t. We spoon on the couch and fall fast asleep. A gentle warm breeze wakes us up. Jeff checks the bedroom. Empty. Everything neat and clean and not a sight of anything illegal. Such good kids. A note. Cindy writes she will fill us in later. Went to his place early morning. Still fucking horny. Took nothing. Just plain old sex.
Jeff surveys the safe. Needs a fill up. The calls are made. A delivery will be made to resupply the rock. John gets the meth for us. One click of the mouse and he gets paid. We gather bills for our crack man. Large bills. Small stack. We would like to place an order for delivery. Non descript car.


Andre is our man. Known him for years. Totally trustworthy and not a scumbag. Only deals with monied clientele. A select group. Doesn’t work the street. Has his client base built and that keeps him going. We are one of his oldest customers. He knows a good thing when he sees it. Drives a mini van.


He shows up later in the day. Briefcase in hand. Real leather. Gotta love it. Andre is in his thirties. Looks as if he is twenty two. Light mocha skin. Short. Thin. Hung. And he plays with dudes from time to time. And he likes us. Always stays for a spell when it is delivery day. Makes it look more legit. It’s only Marta near us but you can’t take chances. He is in suit and tie. Yum. Van spotless.


Andre likes to suck cock. He will fuck a dude but sucking is his thing. We can only oblige him in his endeavors. We don’t smoke first. Plenty of time for that and we would like to stay hard. Jeff and I sit side by side on the sofa. Andre kneels before us. We three pull out our stuff. Thick and throbbing. He administers Jeff first. Then me. Back and forth he takes us in his mouth. Delectable.
Then he stays on jeff’s big manhood. I would as well. He is the bigger of us. Andre takes him to his nutsack. Spit shines his sack and shaft. Andre takes a ball in his mouth. Works both of them. Rolls them around his mouth. I am watching and stroking. After a short time, jeff grunts and uploads into Andre’s hot mouth. Come drips down both sides of his mouth. He loves a heavy comer. My turn.


He takes me with his come soaked mouth and throat. Swallows me. Has me harder than fuck. I push his head all the way down. Spurt after heavy spurt of come sends Andre swooning. I see and feel him swallow my load. Fucking hot. Oh yes.


Andre takes himself in hand. Shoots on the carpet. That’s why there is Stanley steamer.


Now we light up. Rinsed mouths. Andre has gotten out our supply. One large zippy of rock. Thousands of dollars at our feet. Quality shit here boys and girls.

He does the honors. Sparks up the rock. He has a quality handblown pipe he uses. At this time we are all naked and sitting three abreast on the sofa. Passing the pipe back and forth. Getting nice and toasty.


Andre doesn’t kiss. But Jeff and I do. Our cocks are crack hard. One would think a cock couldn’t get so hard but they do at that. And with multiple orgasms, what’s not to love, I ask. There are definitely going to be two here tonight. Or six to be precise.


We stay with the oral theme. The three of us lie down on the floor. Daisy chain. Andre on Jeff. Jeff on me. I on Andre. Suckfest begin. Hard cocks don’t bend. We work into positions that allow us to take these beautiful cocks as well as we can. Sucking sounds just spur us on. We work each other’s cocks for a long time. We take a break. Smoke some more of course. Lie back down. Resume positions boys. We do come again. I take Andre’s sweet juice in my mouth. What a savory taste. Black guy’s have sweeter come than white guys. And a musk to their cock that is divine. Makes one want to suck forever. But we are sated. We all have come in our mouths. We all light up a cig. Talk about a delivery.


CHAPTER 6


Cindy texts the next day. Wants to come over. Sure.


We of course ask about her time with Anthony. We do have to post grades you know. Cindy had slammed Anthony. They absconded to the bedroom. Got to know each other in the biblical sense. One hole. Two holes. All orifices explored by each. They fucked until after three. Went to his place and resumed coitus. After finishing in the shower she went home. Masturbated until noon. Pussy hurt. Know the feeling. Grade: A. As soon as we knew what lesson three would be we would be in contact. We were back on track. And yes, we told Cindy, anyone she fucks is fair game for her to pursue at whim. Keep that dick in order, Anthony. You are going to be needing it.


There are some we allow to take drugs with them. Cindy is now in that club. With permission. We have to be circumspect with who has what and when. The code of silence is always in place as she well knows. There are no second chances. She knows the selection process for who she shares with is now preapproved by us. With time she can dole out to whom she sees fit. Jeff has prepared a few capsules for her personal use. In an altoid tin they are put. Don’t share these altoids we laugh. Gives suppositories a new spin.


We talk to her about safe sex. We told her our view and about our actions. She could do as she pleased. Her choices. Her consequences. She told us she had thought about it before we had met. A dare she accepts with mature fatalism I believe. Oh the youth and their immortality. Just be responsible to others we declare. Always be upfront and forthright. Let them make their own choices as well. Get tested and prepare, we say. No shame in condoms. We tell the people we have been with are as safe as we can guarantee. Not the greatest endorsement but we told her the truth. Go forth and multiply. She has had her tubes tied. Not for us but from a childhood condition that necessitated the operation. Anyone see fate at hand, I ask. Jeff and I believe there are no coincidences. Free will, yes. But fate does tip her hand at times it seems. Too many instances of it not to be true. Enough of this. Let us smoke the sweet fragrant tobacco the ancient natives smoked. Maybe a few more additives.



Cindy exits stage left for lands unknown. We realize it is Saturday all ready again. How time flies. We’ve had over Cindy. Andre has come and gone. Yes, all puns are intended. We had our escapades last weekend into the week. Maybe a nice normal weekend for the two of us. Well, maybe a not so normal weekend. We giggle.


We get ready to go out. Two old men out on the town. It’s Saturday night. We head to a club. We never go to bars. This is the first time in one in like fifteen years. What a hoot. Nothing has changed. Same looking guys. The young posers. The serious older drinkers. The meat market is alive and well. Can’t imagine coming here while single. I have Jeff to talk to. Dance with. No worries about going home with someone. Have that all wrapped up.


The club is downtown. Two floors. Loud as shit house music. That has changed. The volume. Well, probably not. Our hearing has changed. That and the cover charge. Talk about inflation. But man the boys are cute. Got a few tonic waters and went exploring. The no sex in bathroom signs are still posted. Like I would. Jeff maybe. No, Jeff yes. Uck. As far as I am concerned.


Boys of all denominations are packed on the dance floor. The smell of sweat and testosterone with a wiff of desperation wafts over us. The room throbs with decibels. We sit at a table. The couple next to us are exploring each others tonsils. We smile. That was once us. But younger. Back in the day you could get in rather easily if you were underage and cute. We took advantage .Sucked off a few bouncers as well to stay and dance. We didn’t drink so did not have to worry about that hassle. And the bouncers were always hot. Just like tonight.


We do not dance. Felt our age. We just participated as voyeurs. Dug the music. Wished we were high.


Back downstairs. Walking around. Talked to few cats we knew. You always run into some gays you know at a club. A nice evening. Good to be out and see how the other half live. I kiss Jeff. The tribe swells.


Hot as hell in here. Jeff and I mosey out back to smoke. With our stamped hands. Standing there with the ostracized crowd. We get into a conversation with a guy. Give him a butt. Tell him our story. Years away. Just checking the scene out. Nostalgia. You know how it is when you are old, we say. He is around our age and laughs. He isn’t sure why he is here, he responds. Nothing else to do on a Saturday night. A single gay guy can have it rough we say. A single older guy. Ours is a culture of youth. But none of us are Peter Pan. What a day that is when we discover this.


Introductions went around. Jeff. Dave. Dan. Pleased to meet ya. Lets smoke another. We swapped information. We live there. Dan lives there. What we did. Dan was an architect. Smart fella. Owned his own firm. He had heard of our foundation. We all did good work. Back slaps. Glad to meet yous all around. Of course we invited him back to our place. The neighborly thing to do. Even if he did live away from the city. That’s how it is done in the Midwest. We aren’t savages. Will meet us there. His car has a navigation system.


Jeff and I are driving back. We discuss Dan. We don’t normally do this, we say. But Jeff had a good vibe about Dan. We know how his sense is. If it rings true it is. So we may have a new friend. You can never have too many friends. We had not discussed our lifestyle. Time for that. We would still play. Maybe.


We arrive before Dan. Turn on lights. Dress back to our usual selves. Brush teeth. We smell like smoke. The three of us may just have to shower together we say. Close windows. Air on. Headlights shine.


Jeff lets in Dan. The usual nice place you have. Want a drink, we ask. Non alcohol but we have some good tea. He accepts. Marta was indoors when we got home so we head to the deck. All get comfy. Talk in low voices. Smoke. Beautiful night. Very late.


How to ask, I ponder. I’m sure Jeff has it all figured out. He’s the icebreaker. That sixth sense and all of that shit. I would just blurt it out. That’s why Jeff takes the helm. Better people skills. I’m the background guy remember. It’s early morning. Better get something started, Jeff. I wonder what our poison will be. I start to fantasise about what it would be like with Dan. What would he be into. Probably not kinky, I guess. Pretty straight forward would be my guess.


Nope. Ain’t gonna find out. Before Jeff can sound him out, Dan makes his excuses to clear the landing pad. Late. Tired. Whatever. Did Jeff pick up good vibes and ended up being wrong, I ask myself. Nah. The guy just wasn’t in the mood. His loss. Jeff and I hit the shower.


Sunday. Late morning. Laze around reading the paper. I cook up some grub. Eat. Clean up. Jeff and I go for a walk. Wave to Marta. Afternoon.


I decide to do some editing. The cameras had recorded Cindy’s last bedroom excursion. Jeff heads out with a friend to a baseball game. All alone with our home movies. I cue up the tape. Cindy and Anthony in naked delight. Good video and audio. This system is really the top of the line, I think. Need some popcorn. Okay, maybe the bubble. I torch up the pipe. Get nicely rolling. I go back to the first footage of Cindy. Move some footage around. Adjust volume here and there. Burn. John and Sue will love this one. Get fancy with the next one. Add title. Soundtrack. Amazing software I have for this shit. Porn quality. No close-ups unless I add them. I like just the raw footage. What for a soundtrack. Will have to think on that. Just Lesson number so and so for the title. Many slam videos don’t show the actual slam. Mine does. Jeff and I have talked about adding cameras in the bathroom. Watching the tina douches would be so major hot. Whomever it is of. Take a break and jerk to some online porn. Amateur cams. Of course.


I tell Jeff what I burned. He grins. He’ll make sure they get the dvd. He actually had popcorn. I grin


That night we watch a movie in bed. I hadn’t smoked much so should sleep. I ask Jeff about getting more sedatives. We obtain these outside of a pharmacy. Go figure.


Morning finds Jeff on the deck. Naked. Full body tan. He’ll be dark as walnut stain. I join him. Literally. Lazy morning sex. Have to check to see if I have any stain on me.


The cleaning service will arrive today. We head out to check on some Foundation business. From time to time, we check on places that we contribute funds to. A few pantries. A few shelters. Later today we are meeting with the lawyer and board to discuss opening a no-kill shelter outside the valley. One of our pet projects. Remember. All puns intended.We stopped at our church to meet with their board regarding a new roof project they are proposing to us. Many foundations don’t touch any religious organizations. We are open to all. Not from guilt. The body isn’t the only thing needing nourishment. The body of Christ isn’t only symbolic. Yes, we are complicated.


A good day’s work. Our home sweet home is spotless. Which is why we give generously to their holiday bonus. They don’t care who lives here. And they have kept their mouths shut if they have ever known about our activities. How often does that happen.


Successful meeting. North will see a new shelter. John and Sue will finalize the details and find the staff to run the shelter. They deserve every penny of their bonus as well. Plus all the dvds.


Sitting down to a late dinner we discuss Cindy’s next lesson. She did the one guy. She knows how to slam. Has done a threesome. Sort of. What would be the natural transition, we ponder. I’ve done anal with her though we could explore that further. How about a threesome with two black guys, I ask. Or a black guy and a hispanice guy. We decide two black guys. Maybe a couple of older guys. She likes the dicks big. That’s what she gets for starting with ten inches.


It will be two guys, both in their thirties. One, stocky build with a fat eight incher. The other, tall and lanky with nine inches and as wide as a beer can. Both have had Jeff. Continuously for hours. I enjoy that video. Over and over.



CHAPTER 7


We set it up with the guys. Bert and Lou. Good names. Heavy rock smokers. Gonna be some come flying. Better tell Cindy not to get any in her eyes. Burns like a fucker. Up the nose is better. Just makes you sneeze.


We let Cindy know her latest lesson is forthright. She said she had been getting bored. Fucking youth. But she will be ready. We will have regular douche at her disposal. She will have lots of come to wash out. And she all reasy has a toothbrush stashed in our batroom. Probably should set up a section in the closet for her, too.



We prep Cindy for this night’s lesson. Two black guys. Give her their names and tell her what they look like. Will be smoking rock. Plenty o rock. A couple of pipes to share. Everything will be set up by her. Don’t forget anything we say. Don’t break rhythm. Jeff and I will be in the living room. Forget we are here. Maybe we will have our own threesome, too, we think. We head to the garage to chill while the guys show up. It’s her show. Break a leg.


We hear the car arrive. The knock. The voices low to us. Give it some time. We sneak in. Everyone in the bedroom. We pad across the carpet to the office. Gonna watch this shit live and in Technicolor. Jeff and I are going to smoke rock. All on the same page tonight.


The three are standing next to the bed. Cindy explains where everything is, like they don’t all ready know but they play along. She has the shit set out on both bedside tables. wet and dry washcloths. Lube. Pipes and of course, lots of large rocks. The guys grin. Free for all.


They get naked and all get in a group hug. They kiss her. The guys are going to be all straight with her they explain. Prefer the gash they say. And the rosebud if she can take them.She grins. Lets smoke she says. All three lying on the bed against the headboard and pillows. She in the middle. A beautiful oreo. We could almost smell the beautiful plumes. We make our own. Taking Jeff’s smoke in my mouth and deep in my lungs. Many guys don’t hold the smoke but we do. As long as we can. Better absorption we say. We probably won’t see the whole scene. I want Jeff’s cock in my mouth right now. I kneel and take him. Fucking horny shit this rock. Hard as a fucking rock we are. I chew on the base of his cock. He is watching their action. Smoking and passing smoke. Cocks getting hard. Cindy with hands busy. Both kissing her and working her hot little tits in their mouths. Bert is tugging one nipple with his teeth. Damn that got her squirming. Lou starts on the other. I work Jeff’s cock. Cindy is moaning like a porn queen. No faking here though. The boys are rubbing her tits and pinching those hot pink nipples. They are gonna be sore. They work her hard. She arches her back and lets loose. Comes like a bitch. Here it comes. Jeff sees the spurt from her cunt. The boys don’t get it yet. She screams. And more fluid squirts out. Hot damn we hear. Chuckles from us. Mine garbled a bit. Bert slides down and licks up that hot fucking juice. He is in awe. Lou rubs his cock. He is ready.
Lou gets between her legs. Lifts her legs. Shoves it in her in one stroke. Damn, that girl is panting hard. Bert shimmies up to her head and sticks his huge cock in her mouth. She sucks it like a popsicle on a hot, steamy day. Lou is pounding that cunt. Sweat is beading on his brow. Rivulets will soon rain down his torso. Bert is working her mouth and throat hard. Jeff is enamored with what he is watching. I keep working my man. They keep working my girl. Someone is gonna blow. I’m stroking my piston like a school boy. Jeff gives it up first. A quiet moan as he releases in my mouth. A huge fucking load. It hits the back of my mouth. It sprays the roof of my mouth. I let it flow. Work it all out before I swallow. Lose some. I let loose my own torrent. Spray all over the carpet. Wow.


The boys come together. She takes it like a champ on the chin. Knocks her back but doesn’t fall. The boys actually bellow. Bulls.


They all swamp together. Jeff and I relax. Head out to the sofa and smoke a butt. Damn that was sweet. We will now leave them in peace. Jeff and I are not as horny as before. We don’t need no stinkin threesome.


Sometime later the happy smiling trio leaves. Jeff and I are half asleep on the couch. We will get a report later I’m sure.


I throw a load of towels in the washer. Jeff cleans the bathroom from top to bottom. The cleaners probably wonder why we bother with them. Jeff starts in on the bedroom. Vaccuums, scrubs, dusts, the works. We have a little bit of energy to burn. I strip the bed and do another load. Lunch time.


Another weekend coming up. We will have to discuss our options. Summer still burns bright. The world is our oyster. Maybe open some clams.


I have business to attend to the rest of the week. Have to meet with our lawyer and tax guy. We pay every penny of our taxes on time. Never miss a deadline. Our lawyer and tax guy stay busy. We have separate guys for our business and foundation business. That is now John and Sue’s balliwick. Charitable foundation business is complicated. Somehow we stay abreast. Money does buy the best. They are well paid dudes but work hard for it. We write a lot of bonus checks. The IRS loves us. We should get a bonus check.


We talk about taking a vacation.


Will it be just the two of us, we ask. Maybe take along Cindy. Where do we go. What to do. Not something you can inquire with one’s travel agent. Jeff and I will have to do some research. Lets do a sex vacation, we decide. Cindy or not. That is the question. Looks like Florida may be the destination. Well, possibly Vegas. We aren’t much on gambling but we do like the shows. And deviance abounds. Sure as shit. Vegas it is. I will order the tickets for our flights and shows. John will fed ex our supplies. Lots of supplies. Overnight shipping.


Jeff lets John know of our plans. Sets up the shipment. We won’t be staying at any of the casinos. No smoking. Instead, we had previously learned of short term home rentals. We had taken advantage of this in the past. Worked like a charm. A little ways off the strip. Nice desert scene. Privacy. Yep. Lots of privacy. Get one with a pool and private back yard and you are very tempted not to leave. Very expensive on short notice being that we were nearly paying for the house itself what with the rental cost, we on both ends were very pleased. A week in the desert. In July. Did I mention there was a pool.


I text Cindy. Jeff and I figured we should get with her before we go. Can’t have a pout on that gorgeous teen face. Causes wrinkles. We will find a way to smooth things over with her. Probably cost us a future trip with her but what the hell. Can’t take it with you.


It is the weekend so I guess we need to get Cindy fucked up. We are abandoning her for a week as well. We need a special time for her. Should we ask her, I wonder.


Cindy bounds over. We fill her in on the plans of our vacation. No pout. Jeff told her we wanted to do something special for her. Not abandoning her; just a short excursion for me and my man. What did she want to do, we ask. We figured some drugged out sex slam with who only knows. Nope.


She wants a tattoo, she tells us. Wasn’t expecting that. A genius girl wants a tawdry tatoo, we ask. Cindy says she is a sixteen year old girl first. Well, guess what her uncles are doing. Getting our sweet Cindy a tattoo. Gotta be sober we tell her. Can do. Dare we ask. She has a few ideas she passes on to us. It’s permanent we remind her.



Of course we know someone who is a tattoo artist. A quick call and we have her set up. That night. A wad of cash and a few grams and we are in like Flynn.


Tiger stripes. Wrapped around one bicep. An A for imagination. Our little tigress. Fucking hot.


Nothing says you can’t get fucked up post tattoo. A few rocks inhaled. A hot little threesome. Nothing of note. Cameras off.


CHAPTER 8


We left for Vegas that Wednesday. John and Sue have the Foundation business under control. Newspaper suspended. Lawn and house will still get cut and cleaned. John will check on the house. Let Marta know. She wants an autographed picture of Wayne Newton. A woman with taste.


We arrived in the desert. Hot. Love it. Got the rental car and driving to the house. Windows down. I love the hot, dry air blowing in. Tumble, tumbling along.


We find the house. Cute. Glad to see the yard is a xeriscape and not grass. This is the desert, people. A nice, vinyl privacy fence surrounds the modest back yeard. The pool takes up most of the back lot. A nice concrete patio with furniture and a large gas grill round out the landscape. An awning can be retracted to avoid some skin cancer. We take the luggage into the house. A small living room greets us. O’keefe prints adorn the wall. Rather fitting. A small kitchen and bathroom in the back. Off of the living room the bedroom. Small but quite cozy. Tile floors. Large closet. Plenty of cupboards. The furniture looks inviting. Pool beckons.


The sun is killer. We strip and dive in. Like bathwater. Just the way I like it. Why swim in cold water, I exclaim. Jeff nods. Definitely worth the King’s ransom we paid. Oh yeah, the fed ex person was here. Now all we need is Wayne Newton. One does not want to feel the wrath of Marta. Besides, we absolutely love the man. We have been to Vegas before but we never got a chance to see his show. We have seen magicians, musicals, bands, etc. But Wayne is the headliner in our world. You can have your Midler and Garland. Out of the pool and dressed in our usual attire. A pitcher of margaritas made. Virgin. Still tasty. Head out front. A small porch. Room for about two with chairs. We face the road. Not much traffic out here. Not far from the glitz but it is another world. Less than suburbia. Nice. We watch a roadrunner with a lizard in its mouth run across the road. Not many bugs. They have weird bugs in the West.


It gets darker out here sooner even with daylight savings time. The sunsets are to die for. We always figured it was due to radiation still floating around from the fifties. Whatever the reason they are spectacular. We watch the sun sink behind the cacti. Head in. Unpack the clothes and computers and various sundries. Now it looks like home. Ours. For a week. Time for supper.


When in Nevada, one eats like Nevadans. We cruise into the nearest town to pick up Mexican. Order way too much for two people. Just like Chinese food. Boxes and containers galore. Heaven. Nothing like the real deal. We have burritos, enchiladas, nachos, beans, guacamole, sour cream on everything. Probably going to gain ten pounds. No worries. I’m sure that won’t stay on long.


There is nothing like being fucked up and swimming in a pool of bath water. We didn’t have floats which would have been beyond awesome but we made due with just floating around on our backs the best we could. We laid our towels down on the side of the pool. Still toasty warm but the water on the towels helped. We laid back and just soared. The Nevada sky is vast. With the aural hallucinations I get, it was rather ephemeral. They can be a royal pain in the ass but not tonight. Jeff and I had smoked a bunch of t and felt fine, we did. It is not a trippy drug but it does have its moments of lucidity. We listened to crickets.


Back inside for a shower. Fooled around a little. Grins on our faces. Have to love vacations. No one around. Just us and our package.


Jeff dried us off. We decided to slam and fuck around outside. Jeff prepped the shit. I did myself; he slid it in his vein. Made out like whores hitting the lottery. Jeff went down on me with me leaning against the small counter space. My arms back on the counter I pushed down his throat. He snarfed me up. All the way to my full hard balls. Damn that boy is good. I thrust my hips forward in a slow rhythmic fuck. He beat his meat. I enjoyed the show. I grabbed his head and pumped my load all over inside his mouth. He pulled off and we watched the remaining load shoot on his face. I definitely would be licking that shit up.


Come licked up, we headed outside. We placed our towels on the little patch of grass next to the pool. We kissed and touched. His cock was huge and hard. I climbed on top of him and positioned his cock against my rosy. I wiped spit onto it and sat down on the head of his fucker. He pushed gently into me. I took his length in one fell swoop. Bending down, I kissed him deeply. He began thrusting into my tight moist hole. Whispered to him. Urging him. He fucked me like a madman. It was hard to stay in the saddle. Sweat poured off of me. I tried keeping it out of his face but I was losing the battle. With his eyes closed he pounded me. I put my cheek against his and took him however he wanted to take me. We fucked for a long time. He couldn’t get off. I climbed off and lay next to him. He stroked his massive while I kissed and nibbled his mouth and nipples. Bit them gently. Bit them hard. He was moaning and thrashing around. Still couldn’t get off. Thems the breaks.


He fingered himself. I played with my cock. Soft of course but it still always feels so good when tweaking. I lay my head on his chest. We masturbated together. He eventually lost his hard on. We just laid there enjoying each other. We sucked each other for a time or two. He laid on top of me and we ground our soft cocks together while we kissed. Stayed that way probably for hours. After a bit, we took a break. I grabbed our smokes and bottles of vitamin water. We went and sat in the deck chairs. Puffing away. A nice gentle evening.


We went inside and ran a porn through the tv from the computer. Nothing too freaky. Just normal gay fucking. We smoked another gram. Watched porn and stroked our cocks. Stayed that way until morning. With enough of the meth dissipated we were able to get hard. Probably brief so I fucked him from behind while watching the guys fuck on screen. We got loud. We came. Two huge loads of come. Felt like the best orgasms we ever had. When you work hard, good things come your way. Yeah, yeah. Puns.


Morning in the desert. Doves cooed while we cleaned up. Washed the sheets and blankets. Hung them outside on the deck to dry. Probably in minutes. Hot as hades outside. Flip flops a must.

We are still tweaking some. Tweaking in the summer is different. Tweaking makes you sweat more anyway and Summer just adds to it. We turn down the air. Get it almost chilly. Time for a swim.


We plan on being up for awhile. Quite possibly for a few days. This batch is potent. Two grams smoked and two grams slammed. Whew. We get restless. Shower. Swam. Sat on the deck. We needed to discuss our plans for the week. Later.


I wanted to beat off. It was shady and cooler under the awning. I stripped and got down to business. Got really fucking horny all of a sudden. Jeff watched me. I love a good stroking. I worked my balls with one hand and worked my big ole dick with the other. Within minutes I was spewing. Jeff applauded. I got up and bowed. Dove in the pool. Jeff went in and fired up some rock. I demurred. I went and showered again. Fingered myself. Shot hot crystal piss all over myself. Drank some from my hand. Sucked my pissy fingers. Nice. Time for more tina.


Went and slammed again. Jeff remained smoking crack. He was on the bed watching porn. I went out to the couch. Used a dildo on myself. Fantasised about a hot she-male. My biggest thrill. I absolutely adore she-males. One of the reasons we are out here. I love fucking them. Vegas is a great spot to pick them up.Spent the rest of the afternoon in my head. And my ass.


Jeff and I met up later that afternoon. We were way fucked up but we resisted doing anything else. Needed to come down and plan the rest of our vacation. We headed for bed. Under the covers we got each other horned up by talking about past sex with each other and other boys. I slid into him. We stayed that way. We fucked. Got off. Held each other. Drifted off into fucked up land.


It was night. We got up. Popped some sedatives. Back under the covers. Drifted off for real now. It became the second day of vacation. Nothing like the summer morning in the desert. We cleaned the house. Found a nice hidey hole for our stash. Went to town to stock up the fridge with water and fruit. Won’t be eating much the rest of the week. Needed to find a nice upscale jewelry store to buy Marta a little something. She will pretend to be pissed but we all know she will be more than delighted. She’d be pissed if we didn’t.
Back home. More virgin margaritas. Deck chairs. We have not had contact with home and it felt nice. No messages on our phones. Hadn’t checked email. We will check in later.


Time to make plans. The last time we were here I had played with a couple of she-males. Going to again. I have their numbers. Those two are high end escorts. I get them for a thousand each, all night. And all the drugs they can do. Which is a lot but it gets me preferential treatment. Jeff does not partake. He will do his thing. But we have to schedule in some shows. Maybe a little gambling. Shopping for those back home. The things we do for our loved ones.


Jeff gets tickets to a Wayne Newton show for later in the week. Can’t wait for that. But first things first. I text my girls. Dana and Mia. If texts could talk they would have cooed. Have the girls lined up for tonight. Money and drugs. The power they have. They will come here. Jeff will hook up with some of his buddies in the city. He will play with high end male escorts. We are on vacation you know. A hotel room for him. Upscale. Room service while he is being serviced. His boys are as expensive. Circus freaks they are not.


Friday night follies. Our own musical. Jeff and I prep for our respective dates. We will meet again sometime Saturday. Jeff takes the car and I ready things here. The girls will be here at nine. Jeff will be checking in at nine. Not the penthouse suite but very luxurious. Slamming in style.


I am not sure when or how my fascination with she-males came to be. Since I am technically bisexual, it probably meets my gay/straight needs. Whatever the reason, they turn me the fuck on. Many porn dvds of the lassies. And Dana and Mia are the best of the best. The only regret I have is no tape will ensue from our encounter. They live in fantasy.


Apparently fantasy is all I am going to have this trip around. Emergency back home. I had just enough time to call and cancel my girls. Huge disappointment all around. I told the girls they would still receive monies. Can’t risk losing these girls. I will make arrangements with the hubby for recompensation. Jeff cannot be reached though I tried. Voice mail with all the trimmings. The girls understand. Of course they do. Full payment and no work. Only in Vegas.



CHAPTER 9

This story was supposed to be about Jeff, myself, and our private personas. I should have known the past , the familial past, would not stay put where it belonged. Parts would definitely have to creep in but now the fully bloomed family tree will have to be dug up and, quite possibly, be transplanted. Even I know this is the wrong time of year to transplant a tree.


My father suffered a heart attack. My twin brother called me. Yes, I have a twin. Fraternal. And gay. What are the odds. And where to begin.


I call the airline and book a flight back home on the redeye. I leave another voicemail for Jeff with all of the pertinent information. I tell him to stay put and enjoy the rest of his vacation. Come back as we had planned. I would call again when home. Who knows when he will check messages. In all of our years of living this life, we have had very few instances of an emergency boondoggling things. It’s a good thing I don’t believe in omens I say, crossing myself.


I arrive. Pick up our car and head on home for a quick respite. Then it’s off to the family compound. I call and leave a message for Marta. Tell her I will fill her in soon and that I will be home briefly. I have no idea where I will be in the days to come. Call to Susan and John. Another message. The weekend and no one is home. I hold off calling Cindy. Not yet. Too many questions I don’t have the time or inclination to answer. The rest know of my family. Enough anyway to not ask questions I cannot answer. I finish up at the house and travel on. No rest for the wicked.


We Millens did not settle far from the homeland. With the exception of moi, everyone is in the city approximately seventy miles due north east. A short distance geographically but stellar in every other way. Prodigal son returns indeed.


As was stated before, Jeff and I have been together since the ripe old age of fourteen. Twenty six years. In those years, Jeff has gotten to know my family rather well. He is family. But there is family and then there is family. He has had some indication of our unique family as I have had the personal and intimate indications of his kin. Literally.


We all grew up together. Though we were raised entirely different we all got blended rather early. Jeff and I left the so called nest to build our own. I should have known one can never leave. At this point, I just want to sleep. Partying and emergencies don’t mix. Jet lag, being strung out and family. If only that could be bottled.


I called ahead to my brother Dan, the twin. I have two other brothers. One sister. Five siblings. Mom and dad. I would meet them at the hospital.


I had not seen the rest of my siblings, with the exception of Dan, for quite sometime. We are very close but we live different lives and respect each others privacy and the need for distance. But this has not been the case until recently. I had spent a lot of time with some of them. Still do with Dan. Twin, after all.


Hugs and salutations all around. Got caught up on Dad’s condition. He would be fine it seemed. Made it through surgery. We are a stoic bunch. Made plans to meet at the parent’s house later to get caught up. I gave them a brief synopsis of our vacation to explain Jeff’s absence. He will be missed. Jeff won’t miss it but hey, who needs to know, I thought.


Another message left for Jeff. Marta, Sue and John get messages as well. I leave a quickie for Cindy. Back in town for family stuff. Will call when I am available.


All back at the family compound. Not really a compound. It’s a large house but we do come from money. Subtle compound. Very nice neighborhood. My Mercedes fits in. Wish I was high.


We all got settled with drinks. Chatter about this and that. We talk little of the past as most families would do with that kind of close call. Our past isn’t the idle chatter one would share in this time. But it’s one I need to share with the latest member of my family. Cindy.


I get hold of her and tell her to come over to the house the next day. I will stay the night here. I tell Dan I need to go home for a few days. Will be in touch and all that. He gets it.


Still no word from Jeff. Damn. Must be nice. That morning I went next door to fill Marta in on things. Had to break her heart about Wayne newton. Bless her heart she did not even wince. She knows my family somewhat and asked what she could do. A plate of your wonderful cookies would not be looked askance at, I replied. Would be back again when I had more news and after I picked up Jeff we would traipse over. Hugs.


Cindy arrives like the dervish she is. Just like a Nevada dust devil. She had only gotten the bare bones. Time for more I say. Lots more. First, sign the non-disclosure form. Half kidding.


Cindy and I get comfortable on the couch after getting seriously baked on meth and rock. Both of us needed to get hard and fast. Not for sex but for the need of the high. Sets the mood lets say. The sex would come after the shit I tell her.


Cindy knows I have a family. That’s all she knows. Our relationship had obviously not progressed much farther than the bedroom. But she is our family member. She is now inner circle. Way beyond John, Sue and Marta. Cindy is.


CHAPTER 10


The drugs roiling and churning white water inside us. Speed demons we are. The hot sexy desert, the sex, the promise of sex all boil over. I look at Cindy and she sees what I see. Strip blisteringly fast. She spreads and I enter. I don’t think I have ever been harder. I drive her into the couch cushions. Never have I heard more primal screams and grunts. Forty years of passion released and unreleased are driven into my concubine. She receives all with a fury that is scary. And gives back. I have had rough sex on many occasions but I have never seen the blood that rises this day. Bit lips, tongues chewed, shoulders, arms with bite marks that bleed. My back feels like a river with the sweat and blood flowing. Over and over we abuse each other. I lose all reality. She screams she is coming. Back to earth. We stop. Damn. Nothing else needs to be said.

Out of the shower. Inspect the damage. Damn we hurt. But what a seriously mind-blowing trip it was. You must have one hell of a story to tell Cindy says. I laugh. Mind blowing my dear succubus.


Still shaking, we make it back to the sofa. Getting dark. We leave off the lights. I don’t want to be disturbed. Still high to beat the band. But sated. The vampiric intermission. Act one. Take a bow.


We decide not to get loaded until we need a break. We potty, get drinks and get comfy lying next to each other on the sofa. It’s a large sofa.




































































A PLAY OF LIFE
A novel



CHAPTER 1


As I pulled out of Jeff’s much abused hole I thought of us as we were at fourteen, newly coupled. Come still dripped from my cock and sweat dripped off my forehead onto his balls. I had exerted myself on Jeff for an hour; maybe two days, I’m not sure. It was a much earned orgasm. Jeff languished in afterglow, his chest hair matted with commingled sweat. I lit a cigarette and sat back on the pillow, my left hand cupping his groin. I closed my eyes and exhaled smoke slowly from my nostrils. I was finally sated. For the moment. But I was not in charge. I could hear Jeff’s quiet breathing in the enclosed room. It seemed the world was on pause, waiting and watching. I didn’t know whether to be anxious or relaxed. The porn still flickered on the tv in the corner. For some reason I could not hear it and didn’t remember either one of us muting the movie. Nothing from the movie registered. It could have been a blank screen. I tapped the ash onto the floor. Jeff stirred and I languidly opened my eyes. His eyes were closed. I did not know if he was asleep or awake. Maybe he too was on pause. The room seemed to inhale. I wondered if the room liked the after taste of our deeds. I closed my eyes and moved my leg over Jeff’s leg. I needed the closeness of him. I inhaled the last of the smoke. I decided to open my eyes and keep them open. I snuffed out the butt. I looked at Jeff. He looked asleep but more likely he was away. Should I wait for him to come back, I wondered. He always did. I pulled my leg off of him. I lit another cigarette. I waited. I had forgotten my brief memory of two newly coupled fourteen year old boys.





Jeff had indeed come back. I don’t know when exactly. We have no clocks in the bedroom. It could have been an hour or two days. But I suppose if it was a new day someone would have roused us. It wouldn’t be the first time. I asked Jeff as he came dripping into the room fresh from the shower. I am usually the one who keeps tabs on such things but apparently not this time. Jeff told me it was nine in the evening. Friday night. I have a glimmer of memory coming into the bedroom at noon. We had both taken an early day to jump start our weekend. The first weekend in 2 years we had set aside for a play date. It had started well. Almost like new. I asked Jeff how he was. Damn good shit, huh, he answered. Good shit indeed. Welcome back.



Myself newly anointed from a scalding hot shower I joined my partner on the bed. He had refreshed the bedside tables with vitamin waters and emptied the ashtrays. He had always been the first one to bounce back. It took me awhile to join back with reality. Doubly long after the long hiatus we had been on. Jeff asked me if I was ready for round two. Upping the ante.


Both of us forty. Not as young as we used to be. Round two was not going to be a slam dunk, I chuckled over the sports metaphors. Maybe the pipe and stroking each other. Had I asked Jeff, I wondered. He was ensconced back on his pillow. He picked up the remote and pressed a button. Sound resumed. Ah, the movie had still been playing. It was a Treasure Island movie. One of the piggier ones. Not a good sign.



Better make a decision. I asked for the pipe. Was I quick enough, I thought. He reached over to his table and picked up the glass pipe and lighter. Whew. What was that. Yes, Jeff, lets do some rock. Mellow time. He handed me a good chunk of the rock and I sparked it up. Drawing deep on the pipe, I held the smike and handed him the pipe. Letting out the smoke I felt the familiar feeling of my cock starting to rise.My turn. Another deep draw. Back and forth until the rock knew no more. The pipe and lighter down, we sat back. I looked over at his cock. We were both near hard. Movie. Getting drawn in. Back in a flash.


I’m back. We are kissing some. Stroking our cocks to the movie. Nice. Mellow was the way to go. If this is Friday, there is plenty of time for more insanity. Flicker of a lighter. This rock is kick ass. Jeff is pretty ripped. Cock going down. Crazy rock. Doesn’t take much for shrinkage. But it will go up again. I’m getting ready to pound that sweet hole again. Another rock. Making out. Rock hard. Pun intended. Jeff looks at me. I’m in.


We finished smoking the rock. End of Round two. Another good time was had by all. I love my man’s body. He is what is called in gay vernacular an Otter. Tall, dark and hairy. Flat stomach. A beautiful eight incher. Good
thickness. Soft brown eyes with lashes any woman would kill to have. When Jeff looks at me with those beautiful eyes, I melt. Or want to fuck him like a beast. This last time was a slow burn. I licked up his come from his torso. It is late.


Jeff turned off the movie. We both were still tweaking some from our slam. The rock still simmered. We spooned. He will sleep some. I won’t. I lie there, listening to whatever wanted me to hear.


How do I know it is morning. There are no windows. The added on extension was planned accordingly. We didn’t want Marta or any of her kin to get any notions. Jeff is awake. I am strung out. We both get up. I go into the kitchen. I am horny as fuck.


I took Jeff on the kitchen table. He laid back on the table. I grabbed his raised legs and slid into him in one smooth motion. We rocked in an easy smooth motion. Five minutes later I emptied into that sweet body. I took him in my mouth. He filled me with sweet come. Damn hot.


He went to shower. I went back to the bedroom and pulled on shorts and a shirt. I was restless. Wasn’t in tune to the mundane. I grabbed my smokes and went to sit on the deck. Early morning in the backyard. Jeff joined me. I felt better with our yard privacy fenced in. We sat and smoked.


This had been our way for years. The last two was our hiatus from this way. We had built up our foundation. Sober for the most part. Never entirely for us. We slipped back into the groove just as easy as I slipped into Jeff. How many times had we sat here, smoking, strung out. Ready to slip in the needle. We had the rest of Saturday. Tomorrow would be clean up day. Monday mundane.


Before his shower Jeff had piss filled the douche bottle. I leaned against the back of the toilet as he stuck the nozzle in my ass. He squeezed until the bottle drained. He pulled out and I clenched. Stood up and waited for the meth piss to worm its way inside my most delicate tissue. I held it for fifteen minutes then sat on the toilet and let it out. I was starting to fly. Meth piss given anally can rock your world. Talk about your booty bump.


Still sitting on the toilet, not sure if I could stand. Jeff came in and tied the rubber tubing around my upper arm. He slid the pin into my vein. I never felt a thing. He is good. Should be for a boy with a Master’s in Nursing. He pulled out and undid the tubing. A few seconds later I was in orbit. I coughed and had the feeling of having to take a massive piss. Sweat beaded on my forehead. I tried to stand. Bad idea. I sunk back down. Tried to talk. Jeff asked me if I was all right. I grabbed his ass and pulled him close. His dick rose and I swallowed him. I sucked him off. I was offto the races.


We went back to the bed. He sat down and loaded himself. I was watching porn with an intensity as if I was in it. Jeff took off. He laid back. I knelt between his legs. He lifted up and I pressed my fist against his hole. We looked in each others eyes. I pushed my fist into him. He gasped. I kept at him. I reached his most intimate place. We were one. I fisted him for a time unknown. I pulled out and we lay in each others arms. We were limp as crystal does. We kissed.



Jeff exclaimed how hot that was. He was tweaking his balls off. We became engaged in the movie. We jerked our cocks. So engrossed. Every so often we would attack each other with fueled passion. It went on. We slammed again. Each a gram. Powerful.


We were on our own. Each lost in his crystal palace of ecstasy. I tend to wander after awhile. I ended up on the couch. On my back I played with my cock and nipples. Pure agony. It was hot. I reached down and slid a finger in my steaming hole. Still slick with piss it opened up and accepted what I gave. I rammed two fingers deep inside. I got on all fours and went all fantasy. I had two guys taking turns on my ass. Black guys. Women with toys. The fantasies played at record pace. I was so fucking turned on.


I made it back to the bedroom. Jeff was watching on screen a hot group scene. I laid down on the bed and sucked and licked his big balls and cock. He put his hands behind his head and let me serve him. Eons later I drifted back up next to him. We smiled. I laid down and Jeff worked me with a large dildo. I played with my nipples. Tweaking made me play with them over and over. I was lost in this.


Hours must have passed. Maybe weeks. I had a half come. Jeff was working the remote like it was a new invention. I could only take so much of that. I wandered out of the room. Back to the couch where I could have whomever I wanted. I love Jeff. I was fucking a young black boy.


I was returning to Earth. So was Jeff. Time to liven up this party. I told Jeff I was ready for his piss to be delivered to me. This time, right out of the tap. We went into the shower. I knelt before him. He let loose his stream. I opened my mouth and took what I could. I swallowed quite a bit. When he was done I took him in my mouth and sucked out the remaining drops. Tweaking and piss. They never heard the word inhibition.


A quick shower after. Reposed again. Discussion followed. One more or not. We would be awake for days. Probably Sunday morning by now. A gram and a half in each of us. Residual rock. Jeff wanted to come. We would hold off.


Jeff turned off the movie. In the dark we lay with our legs crossed over each other. We played with our cocks. We talked about past rendevous with various men. Time must have slipped past us on silent feet. Both of us close enough to earth’s orbit to get seriously horny and hard. Tweaking comes in waves. We rode the wave.


Three a.m. Party over. Still seriously fucked up. Jeff slid under the covers and turned the tv on. He watched a movie, volume down low. I went out to the deck. Slight breeze. No bugs. I lit up. Laid down on the deck chair. Reclined back. Puffed. My ass pleasantly sore from Jeff’s beauty of meat. I felt down there for his come. Fingered his load. Jeff always shoots huge loads. It slid out of me onto the chair. It was hard for me to give up the party. Everyone done before I.


Jeff took a couple of prescription sedatives. He would be out for some time. I was in pace mode. I went back to the couch. Smoking, I let in whatever thoughts were being thrown out there. I have aural hallucinations when tweaking. Most of the time they drive me batty. I accepted them. Back up and headed to the deck. Put out my half smoked cigarette. Lit another. What to do. Ignored the sound of feet.


My Monday would not be so bad. Jeff still sleeping. I grabbed the pipe from the bedroom. Found a large rock. Couldn’t head to the deck. Don’t know how far rock smoke travels. It is light. I grabbed a wash cloth and wetted it in the kitchen sink. With pipe, rock and lighter, will travel. I did not want porn so no need for the bedroom. Seeing Jeff would just make me want him all over again. To the living room, Batman.


I sat on the floor resting against the couch. I loaded the pipe and fired it up. The rock sizzled. After it got cooking I inhaled that sweet sweet smoke. I absolutely love the taste of rock. I think I prefer rock over tina. Tina is crazy and fun. Rock is mellow and fun. I burned up the rock. Laid the pipe on the washcloth. Cool down time. They get hot as fuck. I was cooked. That real intense high. Too high but just to sit back and ride it.


I jerked my cock. May get hard. Probably not if tina had anything to do about it. But I felt good. I would stay here until I got off. Damn. My cock was hard. You get harder on rock and tina than any other time. I could cut glass. I stroked that fucker. Couldn’t get off. Cock soft. Sometimes on rock you have to get off quick because you never knew how long you’d be hard. And the more you do, it can become impossible. I can get off six times in a night. Or maybe once. I just needed once. Back to the pipe.


Didn’t know how long I had. Once Jeff arose I would be done.I fired up a large piece. Rocking good stuff. As I was drawing in, my cock became hard. I kept inhaling. Shot my fucking load. This happens. It usually comes on suddenly. And what an intense blow. When I come while sucking on the pipe. Couldn’t make this stuff up. I was spent. I had come in my hair.


Though I wouldn’t sleep I needed to lie down. Next to Jeff I let my body loosen up. He would be up soon. I needed sanctuary.


Jeff came in the room and announced it was now four in the afternoon. He sat on the bed. What a session he remarked. One of the good ones I replied. What a way to come back. I would remain in bed. We would need time to bounce back. Totally worth it.


We cleaned up. Paraphanalia cleaned and returned to its hidey hole. Movies put up. Tables wiped down. Kitchen table sanitized. Blankets thrown in the wash. Final inspection. Sedatives and bed. Nighty night.


CHAPTER 2


Monday morning. Rise and shine. Like the song says, back to reality. Jeff is putting on his tie. He will head downtown. We run a charitable foundation. We have turned over the day to day business to John and Susan. Jeff still goes in nearly every day. They have been our best friends since we were all fourteen. I will head down the hall to my office. I run the household and keep the money rolling in. My Master’s in Business and Finance does pay off. But that is not our story. The backstory. This is our story. Smoke some t first, I wonder.


Everyone in the know knows not to call us when jeff and I are partying. There are messages from John. I know Jeff will respond. I head to the kitchen where our wall safe resides. Our hidey hole for the magic potions. John had had a box made that is supposedly drug dog proof. The safe is pretty much hidden unless one knew about such things. John is our wizard.


Gethered the goodies. Now to the bedroom. Alone so I leave the door open. Scoop out a sizeable portion of fine blue crystal into the bubble. Add one for luck. Easily a half gram. Hope the butane is full. Spark the torch. The slim blue flame leaps out. I am master of cooking this shit. My pipes never burn. Took time to master this art. Roll the pipe just so. Gauge the distance and heat of flame. Consistency is the name of the game. Don’t take your eye of the ball. Smoke curls up from the bubbling brew. I take it in. Hold it. Blow out. Apply torch. Repeat.


Lay the pipe down in the ashtray. Stand the torch up next to it. Lie back. Hit full force. We don’t smioke a lot but from time to time it’s a nice change. You don’t get hit with a hurricane; more like a tornado. My hand finds my dick. Won’t spend much time here. Just that quick bowl. Don’t want to be all strung out. At full mast. Fuck my cock is hard. My hole aches for a man inside. I want to be on all fours, brutalized. I want to be watched while I am being ravaged. I want come dripping out of my ass from hot guys taking me. Meth tends to turn you into a big ole bottom boy. I am no exception.Furiously pumping I shoot a huge load. Come flies everywhere. My breath is ragged. I can only succumb.




Fuck. I needed that. My party was not done. Tweaking like a crack whore. I go in the bathroom to wash up.That will last me for awhile. Don the shorts and shirt. Head to the office. Must keep the train rolling.



I am the Mussolini of the household. Keeping the grass cut, the house clean and the lights on. I keep the fridge purring with content. Most importantly, I keep the money rolling in. I keep hitting the right investments and at the right times. We are good. And no one gets shot.


Jeff keeps the community food pantries stocked. With John, he keeps the safe full. We do a good job of emptying it. Continue the golden touch. I keep the computer to business. Jeff and I have never hooked up with anyone online. Still don’t. Moments of computer porn are the limit. We have been around for twenty-six years. We don’t need to find anyone online. We have a stable. Caution is the word.


Back to the safe. Plenty of supplies. The stock boys have been ardent at their job. Grabbing a point, I mix a batch on the counter. Drawing up a gram. No need for tubing. My dick will take the point. Hot as fuck slamming in ones cock. I head to the couch. Curtains drawn. I sit down and with one hand I grab my cock. With point in the other I slide the needle in to the cock vein. Draw back. Blood. Press the plunger in. Pull out and toss the syringe on the floor. Wait.


I like partying alone equally as much as I enjoy it with Jeff and others. This was an alone time. Soloing around the sky. Earning my wings. There are many, many memories of past escapades to work with in my fantasy zone. A stratosphere of pictures. New fantasies to plan out. We have been a couple for twenty six years. Still are new things to try. Jeff and I have sex drives in the red zone. The drugs we do make that apparent. New people to savor. Where do I go today.


My breath is shallow. Pleasure soars through me. Working the dick. Who will come to play with me. My last one on one was a black girl. Early twenties. Loved to slam and come. I obliged. Jeff won’t touch pussy. When we first started doing tina and slamming, I wanted to explore the feminine side. I found her. The first time was glorious. We sat on the couch. Jeff gone next door. I got naked next to her. Everything set up on the coffee table. She in a skimpy skirt with tight shirt. No bra or panties. I slipped a hand underneath the skirt and stroked her hot cunt. Her huge clit like a small dick. Bald. She didn’t say a word. I asked her to get naked. I readied her and slammed her with a gram of primo stuff. I then slammed myself. It hit us hard. She went down on me and worked me but I went soft. No kissing. I knelt on the floor and raised her legs. I put my tongue on that swollen clit. She bucked back and grabbed my head. Drove my mouth onto her cunt. She started moaning and getting all loud. I shoved two fingers into her. She told me to suck her clit hard. She let loose. Screaming as she came. The girl came hard. Then she squirted. Nothing had prepared me for that. I had heard about girls being able to do that but never believed it. A stream of clear juice gushed out of her hole and hit me in the chest. I wa stunned. And hotter than fuck. She told me she often gushed but never squirted like that. We both lost our cherries that night. Her juice tasted like peaches.


Working my cock and nipples, I worked with that memory. I was as horned up now as then. As I squeezed my nipples hard I remembered how she loved her nipples pinched as hard as I could. It made her come. When I got hard I took her. I pounded her hot wet pussy. She came two times while I fucked her. She was a fuck machine. I licked and sucked her cunt to two more orgasmes. She squirted on my cock and once in my mouth. She was sated. She took me in her mouth. A finger worked its way inside my ass. I pumped a hot load of come down her throat. Damn, girl.


We played six times. The last time was in a motel with her white boy friend. We smoked huge amounts of rock. When we boys were soft we serviced her cunt and nipples. When we boys were hard we took turns fucking her. Our finale was she riding him while I fucked her tight ass. We all came together. She loved her ass fucked when rocked out. I had done countless threesomes. That was my favorite. Sorry jeff.


I surfed the waves on the sea of memory. It was getting late. My man would be home soon. I cleaned everything up and tidied our home. Freshly showered, I went out to the deck. I am a great housewife. Mrs. Brady decked out in her chair. My man returns.


We discuss our day. John and Sue are preparing for the annual thank you dinner for the interns. Jef never asks me if I had partied during the day. Probably an assumption he has made long ago. He does so why wouldn’t I, he figures. I tell him the lawn service arrives tomorrow. Errands to be done. John and Sue soon to arrive bringing gifts of Chinese take out. I am coming down so food could work. I will probably eat copious amounts.
John asks us about the weekend. We laugh. They know. They also know it was our first one in ages. John tells him his sore ass is all the description he needs. John has ben there. Many times. And we in him. Sue bustles around with plates and things. Everything on the deck. Marta and kin next door add the evenings din. John tells us we are due for a delivery. I arrange payment. We loosely agree on the four of us ina get together. Been a long time since we let loose on each other. I rubbed Sue’s breast. She smiled. Mosquitoes run amok. We scoot.


The three of them finish up the day’s foundation news. We finish dinner. I clean up. It is late. They depart. We shower and hit the hay. A day in the life. Suburbia reigns.


Mowers are unleashed on the jungle. Hot young men scurry to and fro. I stay invisible. We do not bring in the unvetted. Drycleaners. Groceries. Mundane is supreme. Ice tea carried to the deck. Salad prepped and chilled. Nap time refreshed.


Jeff and I love the Foundation. I am strictly background. We pay out of pocket for the interns’ dinner. With a few mouse clicks. The filet mignon is served sir. I had previously carried out my financial duties. I would not attend the dinner. Jeff would make a brief appearance. This was John and Sue’s night. Jeff and I would make leisurely, sober love.


Our marriage has been open the entire time. Play together or apart. We do not cheat. We are truthful. We are fucking sex hounds. We have one time encounters, single or group. We have one on ones. These are the more than once encounters with an individual. My last was Roz. His was with Sam. We now had no one on ones. We hadn’t played with others for a time. These are strictly sexual dates fueled. Our love can and has handled these. Jeff has a possible new one on one lined up for Friday night. He is playing here. I will visit Marta. She is a night owl so my long visits are not an eye opener. I hope he scores a good one.


John had filled up the safe that week. Jeff would be slamming with the new guy. We always partied with our play dates. His new one is the young brother of an old aquaintance. He was a muscular guy with a large cock. Jeff’s kind. A young top to work his hole. He would be in heaven. The lube and movies were ready. Jeff would prepare the syringes when he arrived. I would be home early morning. I would smoke some beforehand to keep me up. But not too much. Don’t want to be twitchy. Nor do I want to hear things not there. Dead give away. Marta was a school teacher for forty years. She has that teacher eye. There would be plenty of food for dinner. She still cooks like all four boys are still home. Marta would have cookies.


It is after midnight. I had helped Marta with the dishes. We both liked old movies. Bowls of popcorn and a box of Kleenex. She asked about Jeff. He was going to be working all night on business. I hated to disturb him. She is used to this. Jeff has the same tale. Early morning markets around the world. I needed to concentrate. She thinks we are secretly keeping an eye on her. Tickles her pink. We do love her to pieces. For whatever all of our reasons. Had a cookie.


I return to my sailor who had recently arrived from his sea voyage. The new guy recently granted shore duty. Jeff was in bed watching porn. Flotsam and jetsam surrounded the bed. He looked tired and wired. I crawled in with him. Delighted tale to follow. I slid my cock into him and we looked at each other as he told me of his night. Marc, the new guy, had fucked and sucked his way across my man for hours. Twice slammed, he rode my man like a whore he could be. Toys and piss and submission. I came.


Jeff managed to get up and start his day. He would follow through on the dinner and be home early. I smoked a rock and jerked off to a movie. My man had a new one on one. I was ready.


That night in bed Jeff told me the dinner had been a great success. Speeches given; awards handed out. I had done my part. I paid the bill; the filet mignon is served, sir. I truly try to be in the background. He had told me about some of the interns throughout the year. Who did what and what not. Tonight he told about one in particular. Cindy. I thought, now why would he be telling me about a female intern. What did my wily man have up his sleeve. Jeff has pulled his share of surprises through the years. It amazes me what he comes up with. What did fate have in store, I asked the fates. Only the Muse knows.








CHAPTER 3


Cindy is a sixteen year old girl. Recent high school graduate. Genius level iq. Taking time before college so she isn’t seen as overly freakish when she starts. Cindy is the most gorgeous girl Jeff has ever seen he says. He may not touch them but he does have an eye for beauty. They have talked many times. Jeff, my ever surprising wiseman, has an idea. Cindy and he have talked about their lives. I trust Jeff with everything so whatever he has told her is fine by me. His sense of trust in others is impeccable. If he trusts Cindy, so do I. I am intrigued beyond measure. What new adventure did we sense on the horizon.

According to Jeff, Cindy was super smart, super sexy and super adventurous as only the young can be. She was intrigued about us and the lifestyle we lived. Up to the point that jeff had led her. Hints here and there. Secret deviance. Scoping out her at the same time. Cindy was affluent and lonely. Rich, sexy, and smart are not common denominators for lasting friends. Scared boys and girls alike. She had had one sexual encounter. A great one apparently. She wanted more. Who didn’t.


Jeff had invited her over for Friday night. We would make dinner. Talk. Envision the future. Time to get ripped. I was hard. But that would wait. Had to plan the menu.


Friday morning I picked fresh vegetables from Marta’s garden. The beginning of July brought us a bounty. A nice chef salad for dinner. Chicken strips barbecued. Fresh baked rolls. Didn’t I say I was a great housewife. The maid service had cleaned this week and the house sparkled. I felt light in the slippers.


We were not drinkers. Cindy is sixteen so sparkling cider was the dinner wine. Jeff and I fooled around a bit in the shower. Were felt young. Spiders to their webs. Dinner on the table. Doorbell.


Jeff let her in. The oxygen in the house disappeared. Cindy breezed in wearing a yellow mini with matching blouse. Ravaging. A young Pam Anderson but way more deadly. A perfect natural tan. Nice melons for tits. Flat , hard body. Blonde ponytail. I may be gay with an occasional penchance for pussy but she racheted it up a notch. How could Jeff not want to lick this sweet candy drop. I envisioned the unwrapping.


We made introductions. Greetings and salutations. Went to the kitchen table. Our small cozy nook. We all made small talk. She from the area as we were. Her parents professors at the local university. She recently coming into her inheritance. Her eventual career as a psychiatrist. Glad to have met us. Age differences did not seem to matter. She oozed cooze. I was half hard during dinner.


We covered the foundation, her work there, what I did and various other topics. We started with our relationship beginnings up to the present day. She was fascinated. I cleaned up. We went into the living room. The three of us cozy on the couch. I told Cindy we had asked her over for a reason. Jeff and I had talked. We wanted her to become part of our little family. The two of us and John and Sue. And the various elves that came through the kingdom. We want to become your sex education instructors. We would like to have you part of our life. Our private life. I told her all of this. Jeff nodded agreement. She was hooked. We would introduce her to all the salient voraciousness she wanted. We needed to breathe fresh air. This is how it would work I said. I wanted my finger in her.


She would arrive every weekend. I would introduce each lesson. Jeff would participate in some; I, all of them. I dallied with girls, I told her. Jeff did not. Drugs were mentioned. They were the key factor to all of this. She voiced her acceptance. Solemn promises were made for discretion, privacy and loyalty. There was hesitation from the three of us. There was a bond of immediate trust. If Jeff felt it, it was real. I had to think about wet spots.


Jeff asked Cindy about her one and only sexual experience. A year ago, she had a date with a boy she knew from school. They had both had previous drug experience. Smoked some meth, ecstasy, pot, coke. Not a lot but enough to dig it. That night they went parking in his Lincoln. Big back seat. Plenty of room. They shared a few bubbles of t. two fifteen year olds high on tina. Fuck. And that they did. She gave specific details but the only one that stuck with me was him sliding his ten inch cock up her ass and she immediately came. Then squirted. Jeff, prepare the pipe.


I asked her if she was ready for the introductory lesson. When asked, I told her we three would smoke crystal and see how that went. After, we would see how the intimacy worked. If both chemistries clicked we would continue with the lessons and friendship. We told her she could tell those who may need to know that we were like uncles to her. Our little niece. Even I’m not that deviant.


Jeff lit the torch. Got the ball rolling. He inhaled and passed it to Cindy. I kept the torch on the bubble as she took a huge hit. I told her to hold it. She passed it on to me and I did my thing. How did she like it. She said that one hit had her getting moist. Boner time. We passed the pipe around until we had smoked a gram. Plenty.


Everything on the coffee table. Were we ready for getting to know each other better, I asked. Nods. We stood and shed our clothes. Back down to the couch. Cindy and I started making out. My cock was raging. All twelve inches of hard steeled flesh. It ached. Jeff knelt on the floor and took me to the root. He was flying high evidenced by his sucking. He was licking my balls. Sucking my cock. I was over the moon. I sucked her nipples. Squeezed those beautiful tits. We were moaning. She had a hand on her cunt. A work of art. Perfectly bald. I watched her rub her clit. Big clit. She spread her legs. I rubbed her clit I had her lie back. I lifted her legs and drove into that cunt. I could not wait. Jeff stood and I took him in my mouth as I plowed that girl’s hot young and now flowing pussy. She was yelling. I was yelling. We urged each other on. Nasty talk flowed back and forth. Jeff’s cock was harder than I ever remembered. We fucked for who knows how long. Changed positions. I took her from behind as she grabbed the top of the couch. Jeff worked his way inside me. We rocked back and forth like a piston. Fast. Slow. Hot. Jeff blew first. With a primal yell, he dumped inside me. Collapsed to the floor. I fucked Cindy as fast and hard as I have ever fucked. Her tight cunt was like nothing I had ever felt. It was on me before I knew. I strtaed spurting. I must have shot for over thirty seconds. Quarts it felt like. I withdrew. Cindy laid on her back. I went to town with my mouth. I sucked her swollen clit. She finished with a loud scream. Yes, it tasted like peaches.



Now composed. The three of us on the floor against the couch. Jeff and I smoking. Lots of whews. Someone asked how we thought it went. Laughter. We passed the audition.


Cindy took a shower. Jeff and I moved the party to the bedroom. He would retire to the couch. He had a rich depository of memories to supply him for the night. Along with rock and dildos.


I asked Cindy if she was ready for the second introductory lesson. She said her cunt was scrubbed and ready to go. I laughed. Fine but this was drug class now. Damn straight was the response. We would slam together I said. Get ready. New level babe. Jeff had all the preparations near and handy. Had to love that man.


Cindy sat back on the pillow. I tied her off. Told her what I would do. She actually purred. I slammed her. Time to watch. She had her eyes closed. They flew open. Stared at me. Flat against the headboard. Her face flushed. It took her. Wow was all she said. Didn’t know where was headed. She rode it out. Started rubbing her twat. She was good. She sat there and watched me. I slid the needle in my vein and dumped my quotient. I lay back next to her and fucking tweaked my ass off.


Instead of going at it like we did before, we kind of slid down next to each other and played with each other. Never knew where this trip would lead. I kissed her. She grabbed my cock. Soft. But horned up as fuck. I explained this happened frequently but playing with it was just as hot. Soft. Hard. It all felt good. She rubbed her cunt. We turned each other on. I sucked her pussy again. She grabbed my hair and came like a banshee. She took me in her mouth when I got hard. She worked me for ever. We laid back down. I turned on the porn. Straight porn. We were getting off on it. I told her I was ready. Probably a half cum. I explained that to her. The morning would bring on the real McCoy I said. Lets keep playing. Slammed again. Repeat.



Jeff had checked on us throughout the night. We were lying next to each other. I explained that I like to just lie next to someone naked, watch a little porn. Get lost in the feeling. Let the t take control. I enjoyed it as much as hot bestial sex. Just drift off into our own two worlds. Meeting up with each other from time to time. A little necking. A litle oral. Then down for the count again. R & R.


Jeff had filled the douche bottle with piss. I told Cindy the purpose. We cantered into the bathroom. I had her lean over the toilet. I slowly inserted the tip into her ass. Squirmed she did. I emptied the bottle into that hot little rosebud. I told her to clench up tight when I pulled the nozzle out. Hold it. Sit down and when it needed to come out then release. About 15 minutes later she did. I got another wow.


Booty bump. She liked that. Cute she said. And a definite high from it. Back to the bed. She on all fours. I was ready for the real Mccoy. Hard as a steel beam. I lubed up my fingers and slid my forefinger slowly into that bubble butt. All the way in. Then two. Twisted. Back and forth. She bucked back on my fingers. Getting nasty now. I withdrew. Pressed the head of my cock on that pink bud. Pressed into her. She opened up and swallowed my twelve inches. My thick inches. To my balls. I didn’t move. Wanted her to feel the throbbing. She started moaning and moving her ass up and down my cock. I let her. Then I grabbed her hair with one hand and thrust to the hilt with my cock. I pulled her head back. She was digging it. Telling me to fuck her ass. Fuck it hard. Certainly. I let go of her hair and grabbed her ass. Pounded that hole. Came. And came. Another long and plentiful come. I collapsed next to her. She shoved three fingers in her cunt and screamed as she came. Cut.


Jeff wandered in. Saturday morning. How was our night. Cindy grinned. I grinned. Jeff grinned. Introductory lessons a success. She asked what lesson two would be. We will reveal that next time. Cindy bounced off of the bed. Shower coming on. Jeff and I discussed. If next weekend worked we would begin. Planning time. Adieu sweet Cindy.


Jeff had slept. Rock cracks him out but usually he can get some sleep. I did not of course. Clean up. We went into the office. Most guests don’t realize the lights are typically on in the bedroom through play sessions. I suppose they think it’s natural since we are partying, bathroom breaks, voyeurism, you name it. That is true. But the light sconces are cameras. They line the far wall, over the bed and the two other walls. The cameras have built in lights to mask the spy operation. And the cameras work fantastic. Feed the computer. Deviant indeed. No need for incest.


We ran last nights feed. It can be set up to record when the light switch is flicked on. It began with Cindy heading to the shower and Jeff and I setting things up. The slam, the sex. All. Jeff thought it hot. We watched a portion to make sure there were no glitches. The sound was fine. With computer magic we can do close-ups and other cool shit. Editing will come later. We have bushels of movies. Burn them as well. Talk about your memories. We don’t just replay in our heads. That would just be silly. It’s a large safe.



I would be up all day. Lots of shit still coursing through me. Jeff turns on some music. English bluesy stuff. Beautiful day outside the dungeon. Music coursing. Banish you, aural phantoms. Besides, it makes the music so much more ethereal.Thankfully no celtic. To the deck.


Iced tea in lead crystal glasses. Goblets. English theme. How much grander. Vitamin D spiking our tanned flesh. Naked as the proverbial jay. The chair straps feel good on my backside. We admire the landscape. We let the sun soak some of the toxins out of us. We sit for a long time.

Jeff will meet up with Marc tonight. It won’t be here. Jeff’s biggest turn on is having sex in as many different locales as possible. Public and private. Tonight, he says, it will be a cemetery. I find it disrespectful but he is his own man. They will slam. There will be grass stains. Pay extra for that load of laundry.


I do like cunt from time to time. But I am gay and I need a man. I know the perfect one for tonight. I will stay in. I am a homebody. The house is just fine for my sex life. Tonight will be not a night for monkey sex. I am full up with that. With the many recent slams and such, just don’t have the hurcelean energy to perform such feats. I have a guy who likes to smoke the bubble. The two of us. Naked on the bed. Porn. And jerking off .He likes to use Vaseline to jerk off with. He told me the first time together he isn’t really into having sex when partying. He at times will fuck himself with large dildoes, he is mostly into just tweaking and playing with his cock to porn with another dude. That first time I watched him slide an enormous rubber cock in his boy cunt. I was curious at how loose it was. I slid a finger into him and was astounded to feel how tight he was. One of the tightest holes I have been in. He does like to have contact at times. We will touch legs. No kissing. Hey, whatever floats your boat. The perfect evening for us. New jar of Vaseline.


Jeff has taken off. Ghosts to be wide eyed tonight. I have the supplies at the ready. New butane. Two pipes. Two small baggies with crystal. Easier that way. He has supply. I have mine. He chooses the porn. The way he plows through it, easier again. He won’t watch the money shot. Exasperating. But when you are tweaking you forge on. Who has time for that, we ask. But we do like to guess who the bottom is in all of the scenes. You’d be surprised. Plenty of towels and washcloths. He only uses Vaseline. Greasy. I have to be vigilant.


Chris arrives. We haven’t seen each other for quite some time. We do some catching up. He lights his torch and begins to boogie. I do the same. The crystal bubbles away in sweet abandon. Neither pipe blackens. Two old hands we are. We inhale. Hold and, poof, we let go. Two smoke balloons slowly waft their way to the ceiling. We watch. We torch. We get fucking wasted. I watch his cock. Big but soft. Lying on his thigh. Nice cock on this boy. Too bad he didn’t play when fucked up. Our legs touch. Lightly bounce off of each other. We smile. We watch some hot fucking porn. Chris zooms through it. Sigh. But this is nice. Just the night I needed. No money shots. But money well spent.



Morning dawns over a cemetery. Rays reach the backyard. Birdsong. Dew on cobwebs. The sound of a car leaving. The front door opens. It’s Sunday morning. Church.


CHAPTER 4



Jeff and I were raised Episcopalian. We may not be practicing but we still attend infrequently. Today we attend. Showers. Wrinkle free clothes. Lime aftershave. The first time we have been out together in time memorial. I wish I could wear a big floppy church hat. Red.






One would question our attendance. But it’s all about balance. No lightening strikes. Besides, we have been members of The Church of Christ for years. We are strung out. Strung out is much different from flying high. I can sing hymns strung out. Jeff has a beautiful basso .A lovely service. Hands shook all around. I am refreshed. I can join the straight world today. Our foundation purchased the new organ. We could have been naked.


Back home. Shorts, shirts and flip flops. Off to Lady Marta’s. Pitcher of virgin bloody marys. Mint leaves floating. The shakes. Not too bad. Plop down in lawn chairs. Pattern.


Marta has covered the picnic table. Marta donned in one of her trademark mumus. Red with yellow hibiscus flowers. Chairs scattered around the yard; underneath trees for shade. Bees buzzed on the plethora of blooms in Marta’s numerous flower beds. The sun was shining on the half hidden garden gnomes scattered all about. A perfect late morning in Summer. Platter of pork chops. Bowl of grits. Fried green tomatoes. Platter of scrambled eggs. Buttered toast. Desserts. A fine Midwestern brunch. She hooted over the pitcher of refreshment. She liked we had been at church. Marta is a Methodist but forgives us being Episcopalian. We all have our crosses to bear. Kin arrive.









We had not seen the kids and grandkids in awhile. We all got caught up. Those boys are easy on the eyes. The food and sun helped ease the drugs out of our system. Good sex also helped us relax. Jeff had a lazy grin on his face. We pat our sated bellies. Kids played throughout the yard. The boys puttered on this and that. Marta fluttered like a giant butterfly. We helped clean up. Back home for naps. Dark room. Pass out.


We both wake to the morning. Good solid sleep. Time for work. Messages. Planning. We purposely kept incommunicado with Cindy. Besides, we owed an evening to John and Sue. A few days sober. Then back to bestial sex with our friends. A long time coming. Have to love puns.


They would arrive on the weekend. Our favorite foursome. Never knew what would happen. John likes a boy from time to time but prefers women and his wife. But one does what one is commanded. They know of the movies we make. They like to get off to them. The latest will move them.


The week grows. The grass gets cut. The grass stains removed. No boys call. They know better. We contact them. Cindy realizes, I’m sure, that we will be in contact. Other responsibilities. The men who make all this happen will have an invite soon. They certainly enjoy us as clentele. We enjoy them. Time to sample the wares. And to sample them. In abundance. Maybe they will invite samplers along with them. Group play awaits. Better put out extra towels.

The weekend is here. John and Sue arrive. They know the drill. We have had over twenty years of small talk. This is party night. To the dungeon. Off with their clothes.


We all get busy with the favors. Pile of clothes on the floor. Lights blazing. Movie running. Air condition purring cozily. Lube bottles line the bedside table like little airline bottles. Trash can for deposits. Fresh towels line the bathroom racks. Big bars of soap. No little hotel soaps for us. Douche bottles on the back of the toilet. ETA. On time.


Slamorama.


The four of us lying on the bed. John and Sue are horned up. Looks like it will be those two paired up. So Jeff and I partake in the ever hot sixty nine position. He on top so I can sample his puckered rosebud. Sue on top of John. Mirrored images. Almost artful this scene. I slide a finger into Jeff.


Lots of moaning. Juicy slurps. I love the sounds of sex. Should make a cd.


I lose track of the movie sounds and ours. Blending from the sound board. It all blurs. Good shit, this. Yellow crystals tonight. Dissolved well. Slammed even better. Each of us coughed when hit with ambrosia. No one could speak in intelligible syllables. Urges of full bladders. The whole nine yards. Massive passion. Massive hard cocks. One massively wet pussy.


John throws it to his woman. On her back. Plunged in her cunt. Deep. Fingernails dug into his hard ass. She bucks. He fucks. Jeff and I cannot look away. He bites her nipples. They fucking yell and scream and trade nasties. It is unbelievably sexy. He fucks her harder. The headboard is caught in a raucus quake. Shit falls off of the table. We furiously jerk our rock hard packages. We add more moans. The occasional, yeah fuck hers and take that huge cock. You bitches are fucking hot. You get the picture. We were passive onlookers. We wanted more. We got more. They moved. He behind her. She with head in pillow. The pillow took her screams. He had her shoulders as he fucked ever hard. Sweat streamed off that man, like tarzan swinging through the jungle. This was our jungle. And we matched grunts with grunts. She rose above him. Swollen clit and lips slid down that awesome display of manhood. Her back to him as she leaned back and took what he gave. She began quivering. She suddenly stopped. Threw her head back onto him and came. Flushed. He thrust deep into that hot used cunt. He bellowed as he shot deep into his pride. The lion had just claimed his lioness.


Heavy ass breathing. Took minutes to chill. Her hair was plastered wet. He was aglow with sheen. Jeff and I were memorized. They giggled. Bravo.


While they showered we played. We weren’t going to perform as they had. Nor were we going to get off. But we sucked and stroked. We endured. They joined in. We all touched and rubbed each other. We decided to slam again.


Jeff and I, freshly consumed, went to the shower and played. Those two watched porn and did their thing. I gave Jeff my piss. He gave me his. We drank. We lay in the tub. We stayed.


Eventually the four of us were reunited. We staked out positions on the bed. Jeff with John. Sue and I. Some necking. Sue and I sucked each others nipples. The boys lazily played with one anothers soft cocks. We all watched a straight orgy on the tv. Sue sucked me for awhile. Jeff sucked John for awhile. We decided to smoke rock.


Jeff and I gathered up a pipe and rock and lighters for both duals. We cooked some rock. Got so fucking lit. Jeff and I went out to the couch. He fucked me. He licked my come out of my hair. Rock on impostors.


We heard them going at it. Sweet release. Jeff and I cuddled and I slipped into him. I fucked him on our sides. I came again. He shot on the floor. No sounds from the bedroom. We cuddled again. This time, I lie on top of Jeff and shoved my thickness into him. We were on fire. I grabbed him from underneath and drained my balls. Flipped him over and he drained his. Down my throat. Never tasted a drop. We were covered in sweat. Come. Spit. I do believe we were sated. We had drunk our fill from the well. Time to check on our better halves. They were spooning on the bed. Lost at sea. We joined them. Four adrift. We rocked gently on the waves. Nothing is much better than a beautiful night out on the sea. Bon voyage indeed. We ended the night with the four of us making sweet love to our spouses. True friends.

They left soon after to do their weekend things. We to ours. I wanted more sex and drugs this weekend. Jeff certainly did as well. We would play separately. He to his playground. I to mine. Here. Just had to decide the who, we did. Our rich cornucopia of contacts would make this an easy decision. I wanted black. Jeff wanted two young ones. Where would they go for that. I dared not ask. We divvied up some supplies. He had has backpack all geared up. I cleaned. The calls had been made. Giddy up.


Jeff drove off. Would see him when I saw him. Could be days. We were both out on the long playing field.


I had slid out the frame from beneath the bed. Aluminum. Leight weight but extremely durable. Had the frame set up in minutes. Out of the closet came the sling. Full leather and solid. Hung it up on the chains. Leg and hand restraints in place. Nothing like a leather hammock to get plowed in.
Leather pillow attached.


Gerry arrived. Gerry was 25, black. Six feet two. Natural lithe muscular build. Smooth body. Nine inches swinging heavily below his beautiful abs. Eyes to die for. I have known Gerry for a few years now. Met him through our crack dealer. Gerry liked to partake but did not have much money. He worked in a barbecue joint. I was more than happy to smoke my rock with him. He was more than willing to give me his barbecue.


Gerry and I laid back on the bed pillows. Naked. I gave him the filled pipe. He cooked the rock perfectly. I absolutely loved the smoke and taste the rock makes. Gerry took a huge hit. Held the smoke. Then blew it into my mouth. We kissed. I blew smoke out my nose. His cock twitched. My turn. Inhale. Exhale. Gerry’s mouth. Both cocks twitching. Gerry had seen the sling set up. He knows the drill. I the drillee. He, the magnificent driller. He had his own dowsing rod.


We finished smoking up a big ole rock. We were toasted. And hard as freaks. I climbed aboard. He checked the heighth. His cock nestled nicely against my boy cunt. He knelt down and gave me a tongue lashing. I don’t get rimmed often. But when I do, I cherish it. He licked my hole. Sucked on my hole. Worked the tip of his tongue inside me. I felt that big rough tongue worship my hole. He wouldn’t need lube tonight. He bent down on me. His hardness lying on mine. He sucked my tongue. We kissed passionately. My hands in the restraints. He pulled my head to his and we tongue duelled for awhile. His cock was throbbing fiercely. I felt my cock start to drip. I can have copious amounts of pre cum. And I was pretty worked up. The rock was making me want that cock. He came aroundd to the front of the sling. He slid his dick in my mouth. Worked it back and forth. Rock makes a guy’s cock so fucking hard. I wouldn’t be able to swallow him but what I could take, I worked good. He pulled out and put his large balls where his cock just was. I gave them a good suck and lathered them with spit. I told him I needed him inside me. He went back around and pressed that huge head into me. I opened up like a dam. He slid all the way in in one motion. I gasped. He held it in me so I could feel it throb in my innermost treasure. He grabbed the two back chains and pushed me up the length of his meat. All nine inches. Then he pulled the chains back. Damn, bitch. Work that hole. Stretch me to the limits. Black cock is so hot. I felt his balls against my ass. I felt spit run down my crack. He bent over me again and started ramming me. Fast little rabbit thrusts. He stood up and grabbed the sides of the sling and pulled his cock out almost the whole way. I heard him start to breathe heavier. He fucked me hard. Yelled as he used me as his cum dump. Thrusting that hot cum inside me. He stayed fucking me for a time. Then it got hotter.


He pulled out his cock. Knelt down and shoved his tongue in my worried hole. My hole was open to the breeze. His hot breath tickled. He got his whole tongue in me and licked his juice. He began sucking on my gaping ass. He slurped up his come. He gave it to me. We swirled it around in our mouths. Lust doesn’t get any better.


He put his hot mouth on my hard ass cock. He sucked so hard. I came so hard. He swallowed. Nice people swallow.


I wore his ass out. He went back to the bed and sparked up another rock. I glowed. I was still fucking horny as fuck. He brought the pipe to me. I inhaled. We went through another rock. I drifted for a time in the sling. No one spoke. He went back to the bed and rode his high. I came down after a bit and joined Gerry. We were rocked steady. We leaned our heads on each other. We lie like that for awhile. I stirred. I climbed up on Gerry so we could sixty nine. And that we did. I swallowed him this time. He jerked me off towards the end. It was quite lovely. He fingerd my sweet boy cunt. I loved that I was still slick from this beautiful man. He pulled out. I replaced his with mine. It felt so good. My loosened hole. We finished in the shower. He cleaned my cock and ass very lovingly. We rinsed and dried off together. What a glorious night.

Gerry took off. I was on my own. Wouldn’t see Jeff until much later, I’m sure. It was quite late. I went to the deck. Padded deck chair. A slight breeze on this balmy night. I looked at stars and worked my cock. Hours later I shot a healthy load on my tummy. Sat there like that. How nice. Sun over the yardarm. Back inside.


What to do.


I shot Cindy a text. She replied back. I said no, this wasn’t lesson one. Just wanted to know if she wanted to come over. She said with bells on. Ah, the young and needing to party. She asked about Jeff. I said he was MIA. No hounds needed to find him. He wasn’t lost. Somewhere in the city he was being tended to. No weeds in his garden.


Like a fresh daisy Cindy blew in. On a sunny summer day what could be more perfect, I asked myself. I told her of our weekend up to this point. Our friends. Gerry. Jeff and his merry band of elves. She loved it. At sixteen, who wouldn’t. We sunned on the deck. Talked about shit. She got naked. She rode me on my chair. Kissed to keep it quiet. We came together. Slick.


She showered. I didn’t want to slam. Wasn’t in the mood to smoke anything. Into the kitchen. Grabbed four vitamin c capsules. Emptied them out. From the safe I procured a gram of methamphetamine. Prepackaged. Gotta love it. I filled each capsule with approximately a quarter each. Took them into the bedroom. Cindy was drying her hair. I became bare.


I told her about the mode of transportation. She lifted an eyebrow. Trust me, I said. One down the hatch. One up the keister. We swallowed. I had her bend over. I spit slicked her hole. I pushed the capsule into her. Pushed it in as far as my finger could push. I bent over for her. She repeated. Said it made her hot. I told her it would feel like when acid first starts kicking in. Kind of that racy feeling. Flushing. We sat and waited.


Got that feeling in the pit of my stomach. A little speedy. A little nauseous. Then the other one kicked in. Both of us. I turned over on my stomach. She spread my cheeks. Starting rimming me. Getting into it. Put her finger in me. Careful with the nails, I said. She put two in me. Worked those slick fingers in and out. Damn. So motherfucking hot. I reached under and grabbed my cock. Hard. Good sign. She worked three fingers in me. I shot. A long arrgh. She pulled out. We kissed. I’m coming a lot this weekend, I told her. She sat on my face. Facing the headboard. She slid that wet hot cunt across my mouth. I bit her big swollen clit. Rapidly licked and sucked. Lick. Suck. Bite. She grabbed the headboard and screamed my name. Here it comes. Peach sorbet all over my face. Glad I closed my eyes.


We came down to earth. High orbit that time. She said she had to go. Family stuff. I said okay. Thanks for the visit. We would be seeing her soon. Get ready. She giggled and pranced out.


I turned up the air conditioner. Got under the covers. Flicked on a bisexual porn. Played with my cock. Soft but hot. Rubbed my nipples. Stayed that way for hours. Hands got tired. Turned off the volume. Laid down and pseudo napped. I was calm.


Still no Jeff. Must have taken extra drugs. Good for him. I disappeared into fantasy land. Didn’t want to watch any home movies. Drifted away. Seas calm.


Night falls. Did I want someone to come over. Yeah I did but really didn’t want to make the effort. What if it wasn’t what I really wanted, I pondered. Nah. Too much effort. I smoked a gram of tina and went and drew a bath. I set up the laptop. Kicked on a pig movie. Pissing. Fisting. The works. Soaked in the scalding hot water. Played with myself. A nice change. I pissed all over myself repeatedly. Caught some in my mouth. Bitter t piss. Rinsed my hair with piss. Pretty hot. I got caught up in the pigginess. A hot young dude fisting another hot young dude. Come from someone dribbling out. Another guy was deep throating . Another, taking a load of piss from a black guy. Got confusing. I was scattered. All over the map. I sat back and closed my eyes. Half listened to the porn. Fell in love with my soft cock. Stroke. Ocassional piss. Reached down and fingered my hole. Water getting cold. Feeling antsy. Time to revolt. I got out of the tub and got down on all fours on the bath mat. Furiously playing with my cock. Rocked back and forth. Began to get hard. Worked it up for awhile. I needed to get off soon to utilize this boner. Put my cheek on the floor. Faster and faster. Come started shooting before I was totally hard. Another half come, maybe. Nope. This was turning into a spine tingling orgasm. I was close. So close. Ah. Over the top. Not much juice came out. Too many drainings for much of a load. Oh well. It still felt fucking delicious.




























































CHAPTER 5


Jeff and I sitting down to dinner. A nice fresh salad. Broiled tuna steaks. Fruit for dessert. Mama feeding her boy so good. Pediatric vitamins only take us so far. Can’t look like zombies. Not in the Midwest. This ain’t no LA.


In front of the tv. Sofa surfing. Jeff and I discuss the next time with Cindy. Need to talk about safe sex and all that shit. Not that we practice it. Those we are with are told of our stance. We are sluts and will face the consequences. We are negative as of the last test. We tell those we sleep with just that. But we are not worried. It’s bound to happen. But Cindy needs to make some choices. With her genius iq she can make her choice. She is ageless. Only chronologically sixteen.


She has clicked with the both of us. She has clicked with moi. Now what, we ponder. We will teach her how to slam. Mixing and all that. Then she can venture forth when those lessons arrive. How about a threesome, I asked. We did that, Jeff replied. I have it. We will have her take on one guy. Without us there. We started out too fast. Need to rein back. Start from scratch. But a guy of age. We don’t trust the real younguns. Blab too much. Loose lips.


We stroll down memory lane. Come up with a twenty year old we know. Surfer bum type. Total partier. Hang loose.

I text Cindy. Tell her lesson two will be tomorrow night. She gives her okay. See ya’ll at nine.


Cindy arrives. She gabbles on about her life since we have seen her last. Inquiries all around. She asks about the foundation. Maybe do some more work for us. Narrowing down colleges. Future psychiatrist. Oh what can made of that. We move to the kitchen. Glasses of tea are poured. Jeff has stuff arranged on the counter. He goes through his sorcerer’s apprentice spiel. She laps it up with that super soaker brain. He explains step by step. The crushing. Spoon. Mixing with sterile water. The whole enchilada. He is a nurse so he will teach her how to inject. They practice first. Non human test subjects. Guinea pig anyone.


He shows her how to ready the syringe. Drawing and tapping out bubbles. Tying off. He hands her the point. Has his hand on hers. She is so steady. The nerves of youth. Slide it in. Draw back. Plunge. Pull out. Untie. Wait. We could write a manual.


She will be the only one slamming tonight of the three of us. We tell her of lesson two. How we rushed things. Dial back. She will be one on one tonight. Without us being there. We tell her about Anthony. Twenty and gorgeous. Big cock. Kinky. She is getting hot and horny. Shit kicking in.


Anthony shows up. We give him the cliff notes. Party with our niece. Have a good time. Plenty of shit in the bedroom. Do whatever. Leave whenever. Jeff and I will be next door late. If we get back before you kids leave we will be on the couch. Neither one of us will be partying. Any problems or questions ring a ding us on the cell. Ta at.


Jeff and I skip over next door. It’s getting late and Marta will be in her prime. We had previously called. Movie night. We brought the sparkling cider. Gone with the Wind, here we come.


It’s around two in the morning. We head back. It’s quiet in the bedroom. Want to peek but don’t. We spoon on the couch and fall fast asleep. A gentle warm breeze wakes us up. Jeff checks the bedroom. Empty. Everything neat and clean and not a sight of anything illegal. Such good kids. A note. Cindy writes she will fill us in later. Went to his place early morning. Still fucking horny. Took nothing. Just plain old sex.
Jeff surveys the safe. Needs a fill up. The calls are made. A delivery will be made to resupply the rock. John gets the meth for us. One click of the mouse and he gets paid. We gather bills for our crack man. Large bills. Small stack. We would like to place an order for delivery. Non descript car.


Andre is our man. Known him for years. Totally trustworthy and not a scumbag. Only deals with monied clientele. A select group. Doesn’t work the street. Has his client base built and that keeps him going. We are one of his oldest customers. He knows a good thing when he sees it. Drives a mini van.


He shows up later in the day. Briefcase in hand. Real leather. Gotta love it. Andre is in his thirties. Looks as if he is twenty two. Light mocha skin. Short. Thin. Hung. And he plays with dudes from time to time. And he likes us. Always stays for a spell when it is delivery day. Makes it look more legit. It’s only Marta near us but you can’t take chances. He is in suit and tie. Yum. Van spotless.


Andre likes to suck cock. He will fuck a dude but sucking is his thing. We can only oblige him in his endeavors. We don’t smoke first. Plenty of time for that and we would like to stay hard. Jeff and I sit side by side on the sofa. Andre kneels before us. We three pull out our stuff. Thick and throbbing. He administers Jeff first. Then me. Back and forth he takes us in his mouth. Delectable.
Then he stays on jeff’s big manhood. I would as well. He is the bigger of us. Andre takes him to his nutsack. Spit shines his sack and shaft. Andre takes a ball in his mouth. Works both of them. Rolls them around his mouth. I am watching and stroking. After a short time, jeff grunts and uploads into Andre’s hot mouth. Come drips down both sides of his mouth. He loves a heavy comer. My turn.


He takes me with his come soaked mouth and throat. Swallows me. Has me harder than fuck. I push his head all the way down. Spurt after heavy spurt of come sends Andre swooning. I see and feel him swallow my load. Fucking hot. Oh yes.


Andre takes himself in hand. Shoots on the carpet. That’s why there is Stanley steamer.


Now we light up. Rinsed mouths. Andre has gotten out our supply. One large zippy of rock. Thousands of dollars at our feet. Quality shit here boys and girls.

He does the honors. Sparks up the rock. He has a quality handblown pipe he uses. At this time we are all naked and sitting three abreast on the sofa. Passing the pipe back and forth. Getting nice and toasty.


Andre doesn’t kiss. But Jeff and I do. Our cocks are crack hard. One would think a cock couldn’t get so hard but they do at that. And with multiple orgasms, what’s not to love, I ask. There are definitely going to be two here tonight. Or six to be precise.


We stay with the oral theme. The three of us lie down on the floor. Daisy chain. Andre on Jeff. Jeff on me. I on Andre. Suckfest begin. Hard cocks don’t bend. We work into positions that allow us to take these beautiful cocks as well as we can. Sucking sounds just spur us on. We work each other’s cocks for a long time. We take a break. Smoke some more of course. Lie back down. Resume positions boys. We do come again. I take Andre’s sweet juice in my mouth. What a savory taste. Black guy’s have sweeter come than white guys. And a musk to their cock that is divine. Makes one want to suck forever. But we are sated. We all have come in our mouths. We all light up a cig. Talk about a delivery.


CHAPTER 6


Cindy texts the next day. Wants to come over. Sure.


We of course ask about her time with Anthony. We do have to post grades you know. Cindy had slammed Anthony. They absconded to the bedroom. Got to know each other in the biblical sense. One hole. Two holes. All orifices explored by each. They fucked until after three. Went to his place and resumed coitus. After finishing in the shower she went home. Masturbated until noon. Pussy hurt. Know the feeling. Grade: A. As soon as we knew what lesson three would be we would be in contact. We were back on track. And yes, we told Cindy, anyone she fucks is fair game for her to pursue at whim. Keep that dick in order, Anthony. You are going to be needing it.


There are some we allow to take drugs with them. Cindy is now in that club. With permission. We have to be circumspect with who has what and when. The code of silence is always in place as she well knows. There are no second chances. She knows the selection process for who she shares with is now preapproved by us. With time she can dole out to whom she sees fit. Jeff has prepared a few capsules for her personal use. In an altoid tin they are put. Don’t share these altoids we laugh. Gives suppositories a new spin.


We talk to her about safe sex. We told her our view and about our actions. She could do as she pleased. Her choices. Her consequences. She told us she had thought about it before we had met. A dare she accepts with mature fatalism I believe. Oh the youth and their immortality. Just be responsible to others we declare. Always be upfront and forthright. Let them make their own choices as well. Get tested and prepare, we say. No shame in condoms. We tell the people we have been with are as safe as we can guarantee. Not the greatest endorsement but we told her the truth. Go forth and multiply. She has had her tubes tied. Not for us but from a childhood condition that necessitated the operation. Anyone see fate at hand, I ask. Jeff and I believe there are no coincidences. Free will, yes. But fate does tip her hand at times it seems. Too many instances of it not to be true. Enough of this. Let us smoke the sweet fragrant tobacco the ancient natives smoked. Maybe a few more additives.



Cindy exits stage left for lands unknown. We realize it is Saturday all ready again. How time flies. We’ve had over Cindy. Andre has come and gone. Yes, all puns are intended. We had our escapades last weekend into the week. Maybe a nice normal weekend for the two of us. Well, maybe a not so normal weekend. We giggle.


We get ready to go out. Two old men out on the town. It’s Saturday night. We head to a club. We never go to bars. This is the first time in one in like fifteen years. What a hoot. Nothing has changed. Same looking guys. The young posers. The serious older drinkers. The meat market is alive and well. Can’t imagine coming here while single. I have Jeff to talk to. Dance with. No worries about going home with someone. Have that all wrapped up.


The club is downtown. Two floors. Loud as shit house music. That has changed. The volume. Well, probably not. Our hearing has changed. That and the cover charge. Talk about inflation. But man the boys are cute. Got a few tonic waters and went exploring. The no sex in bathroom signs are still posted. Like I would. Jeff maybe. No, Jeff yes. Uck. As far as I am concerned.


Boys of all denominations are packed on the dance floor. The smell of sweat and testosterone with a wiff of desperation wafts over us. The room throbs with decibels. We sit at a table. The couple next to us are exploring each others tonsils. We smile. That was once us. But younger. Back in the day you could get in rather easily if you were underage and cute. We took advantage .Sucked off a few bouncers as well to stay and dance. We didn’t drink so did not have to worry about that hassle. And the bouncers were always hot. Just like tonight.


We do not dance. Felt our age. We just participated as voyeurs. Dug the music. Wished we were high.


Back downstairs. Walking around. Talked to few cats we knew. You always run into some gays you know at a club. A nice evening. Good to be out and see how the other half live. I kiss Jeff. The tribe swells.


Hot as hell in here. Jeff and I mosey out back to smoke. With our stamped hands. Standing there with the ostracized crowd. We get into a conversation with a guy. Give him a butt. Tell him our story. Years away. Just checking the scene out. Nostalgia. You know how it is when you are old, we say. He is around our age and laughs. He isn’t sure why he is here, he responds. Nothing else to do on a Saturday night. A single gay guy can have it rough we say. A single older guy. Ours is a culture of youth. But none of us are Peter Pan. What a day that is when we discover this.


Introductions went around. Jeff. Dave. Dan. Pleased to meet ya. Lets smoke another. We swapped information. We live there. Dan lives there. What we did. Dan was an architect. Smart fella. Owned his own firm. He had heard of our foundation. We all did good work. Back slaps. Glad to meet yous all around. Of course we invited him back to our place. The neighborly thing to do. Even if he did live away from the city. That’s how it is done in the Midwest. We aren’t savages. Will meet us there. His car has a navigation system.


Jeff and I are driving back. We discuss Dan. We don’t normally do this, we say. But Jeff had a good vibe about Dan. We know how his sense is. If it rings true it is. So we may have a new friend. You can never have too many friends. We had not discussed our lifestyle. Time for that. We would still play. Maybe.


We arrive before Dan. Turn on lights. Dress back to our usual selves. Brush teeth. We smell like smoke. The three of us may just have to shower together we say. Close windows. Air on. Headlights shine.


Jeff lets in Dan. The usual nice place you have. Want a drink, we ask. Non alcohol but we have some good tea. He accepts. Marta was indoors when we got home so we head to the deck. All get comfy. Talk in low voices. Smoke. Beautiful night. Very late.


How to ask, I ponder. I’m sure Jeff has it all figured out. He’s the icebreaker. That sixth sense and all of that shit. I would just blurt it out. That’s why Jeff takes the helm. Better people skills. I’m the background guy remember. It’s early morning. Better get something started, Jeff. I wonder what our poison will be. I start to fantasise about what it would be like with Dan. What would he be into. Probably not kinky, I guess. Pretty straight forward would be my guess.


Nope. Ain’t gonna find out. Before Jeff can sound him out, Dan makes his excuses to clear the landing pad. Late. Tired. Whatever. Did Jeff pick up good vibes and ended up being wrong, I ask myself. Nah. The guy just wasn’t in the mood. His loss. Jeff and I hit the shower.


Sunday. Late morning. Laze around reading the paper. I cook up some grub. Eat. Clean up. Jeff and I go for a walk. Wave to Marta. Afternoon.


I decide to do some editing. The cameras had recorded Cindy’s last bedroom excursion. Jeff heads out with a friend to a baseball game. All alone with our home movies. I cue up the tape. Cindy and Anthony in naked delight. Good video and audio. This system is really the top of the line, I think. Need some popcorn. Okay, maybe the bubble. I torch up the pipe. Get nicely rolling. I go back to the first footage of Cindy. Move some footage around. Adjust volume here and there. Burn. John and Sue will love this one. Get fancy with the next one. Add title. Soundtrack. Amazing software I have for this shit. Porn quality. No close-ups unless I add them. I like just the raw footage. What for a soundtrack. Will have to think on that. Just Lesson number so and so for the title. Many slam videos don’t show the actual slam. Mine does. Jeff and I have talked about adding cameras in the bathroom. Watching the tina douches would be so major hot. Whomever it is of. Take a break and jerk to some online porn. Amateur cams. Of course.


I tell Jeff what I burned. He grins. He’ll make sure they get the dvd. He actually had popcorn. I grin


That night we watch a movie in bed. I hadn’t smoked much so should sleep. I ask Jeff about getting more sedatives. We obtain these outside of a pharmacy. Go figure.


Morning finds Jeff on the deck. Naked. Full body tan. He’ll be dark as walnut stain. I join him. Literally. Lazy morning sex. Have to check to see if I have any stain on me.


The cleaning service will arrive today. We head out to check on some Foundation business. From time to time, we check on places that we contribute funds to. A few pantries. A few shelters. Later today we are meeting with the lawyer and board to discuss opening a no-kill shelter outside the valley. One of our pet projects. Remember. All puns intended.We stopped at our church to meet with their board regarding a new roof project they are proposing to us. Many foundations don’t touch any religious organizations. We are open to all. Not from guilt. The body isn’t the only thing needing nourishment. The body of Christ isn’t only symbolic. Yes, we are complicated.


A good day’s work. Our home sweet home is spotless. Which is why we give generously to their holiday bonus. They don’t care who lives here. And they have kept their mouths shut if they have ever known about our activities. How often does that happen.


Successful meeting. North will see a new shelter. John and Sue will finalize the details and find the staff to run the shelter. They deserve every penny of their bonus as well. Plus all the dvds.


Sitting down to a late dinner we discuss Cindy’s next lesson. She did the one guy. She knows how to slam. Has done a threesome. Sort of. What would be the natural transition, we ponder. I’ve done anal with her though we could explore that further. How about a threesome with two black guys, I ask. Or a black guy and a hispanice guy. We decide two black guys. Maybe a couple of older guys. She likes the dicks big. That’s what she gets for starting with ten inches.


It will be two guys, both in their thirties. One, stocky build with a fat eight incher. The other, tall and lanky with nine inches and as wide as a beer can. Both have had Jeff. Continuously for hours. I enjoy that video. Over and over.



CHAPTER 7


We set it up with the guys. Bert and Lou. Good names. Heavy rock smokers. Gonna be some come flying. Better tell Cindy not to get any in her eyes. Burns like a fucker. Up the nose is better. Just makes you sneeze.


We let Cindy know her latest lesson is forthright. She said she had been getting bored. Fucking youth. But she will be ready. We will have regular douche at her disposal. She will have lots of come to wash out. And she all reasy has a toothbrush stashed in our batroom. Probably should set up a section in the closet for her, too.



We prep Cindy for this night’s lesson. Two black guys. Give her their names and tell her what they look like. Will be smoking rock. Plenty o rock. A couple of pipes to share. Everything will be set up by her. Don’t forget anything we say. Don’t break rhythm. Jeff and I will be in the living room. Forget we are here. Maybe we will have our own threesome, too, we think. We head to the garage to chill while the guys show up. It’s her show. Break a leg.


We hear the car arrive. The knock. The voices low to us. Give it some time. We sneak in. Everyone in the bedroom. We pad across the carpet to the office. Gonna watch this shit live and in Technicolor. Jeff and I are going to smoke rock. All on the same page tonight.


The three are standing next to the bed. Cindy explains where everything is, like they don’t all ready know but they play along. She has the shit set out on both bedside tables. wet and dry washcloths. Lube. Pipes and of course, lots of large rocks. The guys grin. Free for all.


They get naked and all get in a group hug. They kiss her. The guys are going to be all straight with her they explain. Prefer the gash they say. And the rosebud if she can take them.She grins. Lets smoke she says. All three lying on the bed against the headboard and pillows. She in the middle. A beautiful oreo. We could almost smell the beautiful plumes. We make our own. Taking Jeff’s smoke in my mouth and deep in my lungs. Many guys don’t hold the smoke but we do. As long as we can. Better absorption we say. We probably won’t see the whole scene. I want Jeff’s cock in my mouth right now. I kneel and take him. Fucking horny shit this rock. Hard as a fucking rock we are. I chew on the base of his cock. He is watching their action. Smoking and passing smoke. Cocks getting hard. Cindy with hands busy. Both kissing her and working her hot little tits in their mouths. Bert is tugging one nipple with his teeth. Damn that got her squirming. Lou starts on the other. I work Jeff’s cock. Cindy is moaning like a porn queen. No faking here though. The boys are rubbing her tits and pinching those hot pink nipples. They are gonna be sore. They work her hard. She arches her back and lets loose. Comes like a bitch. Here it comes. Jeff sees the spurt from her cunt. The boys don’t get it yet. She screams. And more fluid squirts out. Hot damn we hear. Chuckles from us. Mine garbled a bit. Bert slides down and licks up that hot fucking juice. He is in awe. Lou rubs his cock. He is ready.
Lou gets between her legs. Lifts her legs. Shoves it in her in one stroke. Damn, that girl is panting hard. Bert shimmies up to her head and sticks his huge cock in her mouth. She sucks it like a popsicle on a hot, steamy day. Lou is pounding that cunt. Sweat is beading on his brow. Rivulets will soon rain down his torso. Bert is working her mouth and throat hard. Jeff is enamored with what he is watching. I keep working my man. They keep working my girl. Someone is gonna blow. I’m stroking my piston like a school boy. Jeff gives it up first. A quiet moan as he releases in my mouth. A huge fucking load. It hits the back of my mouth. It sprays the roof of my mouth. I let it flow. Work it all out before I swallow. Lose some. I let loose my own torrent. Spray all over the carpet. Wow.


The boys come together. She takes it like a champ on the chin. Knocks her back but doesn’t fall. The boys actually bellow. Bulls.


They all swamp together. Jeff and I relax. Head out to the sofa and smoke a butt. Damn that was sweet. We will now leave them in peace. Jeff and I are not as horny as before. We don’t need no stinkin threesome.


Sometime later the happy smiling trio leaves. Jeff and I are half asleep on the couch. We will get a report later I’m sure.


I throw a load of towels in the washer. Jeff cleans the bathroom from top to bottom. The cleaners probably wonder why we bother with them. Jeff starts in on the bedroom. Vaccuums, scrubs, dusts, the works. We have a little bit of energy to burn. I strip the bed and do another load. Lunch time.


Another weekend coming up. We will have to discuss our options. Summer still burns bright. The world is our oyster. Maybe open some clams.


I have business to attend to the rest of the week. Have to meet with our lawyer and tax guy. We pay every penny of our taxes on time. Never miss a deadline. Our lawyer and tax guy stay busy. We have separate guys for our business and foundation business. That is now John and Sue’s balliwick. Charitable foundation business is complicated. Somehow we stay abreast. Money does buy the best. They are well paid dudes but work hard for it. We write a lot of bonus checks. The IRS loves us. We should get a bonus check.


We talk about taking a vacation.


Will it be just the two of us, we ask. Maybe take along Cindy. Where do we go. What to do. Not something you can inquire with one’s travel agent. Jeff and I will have to do some research. Lets do a sex vacation, we decide. Cindy or not. That is the question. Looks like Florida may be the destination. Well, possibly Vegas. We aren’t much on gambling but we do like the shows. And deviance abounds. Sure as shit. Vegas it is. I will order the tickets for our flights and shows. John will fed ex our supplies. Lots of supplies. Overnight shipping.


Jeff lets John know of our plans. Sets up the shipment. We won’t be staying at any of the casinos. No smoking. Instead, we had previously learned of short term home rentals. We had taken advantage of this in the past. Worked like a charm. A little ways off the strip. Nice desert scene. Privacy. Yep. Lots of privacy. Get one with a pool and private back yard and you are very tempted not to leave. Very expensive on short notice being that we were nearly paying for the house itself what with the rental cost, we on both ends were very pleased. A week in the desert. In July. Did I mention there was a pool.


I text Cindy. Jeff and I figured we should get with her before we go. Can’t have a pout on that gorgeous teen face. Causes wrinkles. We will find a way to smooth things over with her. Probably cost us a future trip with her but what the hell. Can’t take it with you.


It is the weekend so I guess we need to get Cindy fucked up. We are abandoning her for a week as well. We need a special time for her. Should we ask her, I wonder.


Cindy bounds over. We fill her in on the plans of our vacation. No pout. Jeff told her we wanted to do something special for her. Not abandoning her; just a short excursion for me and my man. What did she want to do, we ask. We figured some drugged out sex slam with who only knows. Nope.


She wants a tattoo, she tells us. Wasn’t expecting that. A genius girl wants a tawdry tatoo, we ask. Cindy says she is a sixteen year old girl first. Well, guess what her uncles are doing. Getting our sweet Cindy a tattoo. Gotta be sober we tell her. Can do. Dare we ask. She has a few ideas she passes on to us. It’s permanent we remind her.



Of course we know someone who is a tattoo artist. A quick call and we have her set up. That night. A wad of cash and a few grams and we are in like Flynn.


Tiger stripes. Wrapped around one bicep. An A for imagination. Our little tigress. Fucking hot.


Nothing says you can’t get fucked up post tattoo. A few rocks inhaled. A hot little threesome. Nothing of note. Cameras off.


CHAPTER 8


We left for Vegas that Wednesday. John and Sue have the Foundation business under control. Newspaper suspended. Lawn and house will still get cut and cleaned. John will check on the house. Let Marta know. She wants an autographed picture of Wayne Newton. A woman with taste.


We arrived in the desert. Hot. Love it. Got the rental car and driving to the house. Windows down. I love the hot, dry air blowing in. Tumble, tumbling along.


We find the house. Cute. Glad to see the yard is a xeriscape and not grass. This is the desert, people. A nice, vinyl privacy fence surrounds the modest back yeard. The pool takes up most of the back lot. A nice concrete patio with furniture and a large gas grill round out the landscape. An awning can be retracted to avoid some skin cancer. We take the luggage into the house. A small living room greets us. O’keefe prints adorn the wall. Rather fitting. A small kitchen and bathroom in the back. Off of the living room the bedroom. Small but quite cozy. Tile floors. Large closet. Plenty of cupboards. The furniture looks inviting. Pool beckons.


The sun is killer. We strip and dive in. Like bathwater. Just the way I like it. Why swim in cold water, I exclaim. Jeff nods. Definitely worth the King’s ransom we paid. Oh yeah, the fed ex person was here. Now all we need is Wayne Newton. One does not want to feel the wrath of Marta. Besides, we absolutely love the man. We have been to Vegas before but we never got a chance to see his show. We have seen magicians, musicals, bands, etc. But Wayne is the headliner in our world. You can have your Midler and Garland. Out of the pool and dressed in our usual attire. A pitcher of margaritas made. Virgin. Still tasty. Head out front. A small porch. Room for about two with chairs. We face the road. Not much traffic out here. Not far from the glitz but it is another world. Less than suburbia. Nice. We watch a roadrunner with a lizard in its mouth run across the road. Not many bugs. They have weird bugs in the West.


It gets darker out here sooner even with daylight savings time. The sunsets are to die for. We always figured it was due to radiation still floating around from the fifties. Whatever the reason they are spectacular. We watch the sun sink behind the cacti. Head in. Unpack the clothes and computers and various sundries. Now it looks like home. Ours. For a week. Time for supper.


When in Nevada, one eats like Nevadans. We cruise into the nearest town to pick up Mexican. Order way too much for two people. Just like Chinese food. Boxes and containers galore. Heaven. Nothing like the real deal. We have burritos, enchiladas, nachos, beans, guacamole, sour cream on everything. Probably going to gain ten pounds. No worries. I’m sure that won’t stay on long.


There is nothing like being fucked up and swimming in a pool of bath water. We didn’t have floats which would have been beyond awesome but we made due with just floating around on our backs the best we could. We laid our towels down on the side of the pool. Still toasty warm but the water on the towels helped. We laid back and just soared. The Nevada sky is vast. With the aural hallucinations I get, it was rather ephemeral. They can be a royal pain in the ass but not tonight. Jeff and I had smoked a bunch of t and felt fine, we did. It is not a trippy drug but it does have its moments of lucidity. We listened to crickets.


Back inside for a shower. Fooled around a little. Grins on our faces. Have to love vacations. No one around. Just us and our package.


Jeff dried us off. We decided to slam and fuck around outside. Jeff prepped the shit. I did myself; he slid it in his vein. Made out like whores hitting the lottery. Jeff went down on me with me leaning against the small counter space. My arms back on the counter I pushed down his throat. He snarfed me up. All the way to my full hard balls. Damn that boy is good. I thrust my hips forward in a slow rhythmic fuck. He beat his meat. I enjoyed the show. I grabbed his head and pumped my load all over inside his mouth. He pulled off and we watched the remaining load shoot on his face. I definitely would be licking that shit up.


Come licked up, we headed outside. We placed our towels on the little patch of grass next to the pool. We kissed and touched. His cock was huge and hard. I climbed on top of him and positioned his cock against my rosy. I wiped spit onto it and sat down on the head of his fucker. He pushed gently into me. I took his length in one fell swoop. Bending down, I kissed him deeply. He began thrusting into my tight moist hole. Whispered to him. Urging him. He fucked me like a madman. It was hard to stay in the saddle. Sweat poured off of me. I tried keeping it out of his face but I was losing the battle. With his eyes closed he pounded me. I put my cheek against his and took him however he wanted to take me. We fucked for a long time. He couldn’t get off. I climbed off and lay next to him. He stroked his massive while I kissed and nibbled his mouth and nipples. Bit them gently. Bit them hard. He was moaning and thrashing around. Still couldn’t get off. Thems the breaks.


He fingered himself. I played with my cock. Soft of course but it still always feels so good when tweaking. I lay my head on his chest. We masturbated together. He eventually lost his hard on. We just laid there enjoying each other. We sucked each other for a time or two. He laid on top of me and we ground our soft cocks together while we kissed. Stayed that way probably for hours. After a bit, we took a break. I grabbed our smokes and bottles of vitamin water. We went and sat in the deck chairs. Puffing away. A nice gentle evening.


We went inside and ran a porn through the tv from the computer. Nothing too freaky. Just normal gay fucking. We smoked another gram. Watched porn and stroked our cocks. Stayed that way until morning. With enough of the meth dissipated we were able to get hard. Probably brief so I fucked him from behind while watching the guys fuck on screen. We got loud. We came. Two huge loads of come. Felt like the best orgasms we ever had. When you work hard, good things come your way. Yeah, yeah. Puns.


Morning in the desert. Doves cooed while we cleaned up. Washed the sheets and blankets. Hung them outside on the deck to dry. Probably in minutes. Hot as hades outside. Flip flops a must.

We are still tweaking some. Tweaking in the summer is different. Tweaking makes you sweat more anyway and Summer just adds to it. We turn down the air. Get it almost chilly. Time for a swim.


We plan on being up for awhile. Quite possibly for a few days. This batch is potent. Two grams smoked and two grams slammed. Whew. We get restless. Shower. Swam. Sat on the deck. We needed to discuss our plans for the week. Later.


I wanted to beat off. It was shady and cooler under the awning. I stripped and got down to business. Got really fucking horny all of a sudden. Jeff watched me. I love a good stroking. I worked my balls with one hand and worked my big ole dick with the other. Within minutes I was spewing. Jeff applauded. I got up and bowed. Dove in the pool. Jeff went in and fired up some rock. I demurred. I went and showered again. Fingered myself. Shot hot crystal piss all over myself. Drank some from my hand. Sucked my pissy fingers. Nice. Time for more tina.


Went and slammed again. Jeff remained smoking crack. He was on the bed watching porn. I went out to the couch. Used a dildo on myself. Fantasised about a hot she-male. My biggest thrill. I absolutely adore she-males. One of the reasons we are out here. I love fucking them. Vegas is a great spot to pick them up.Spent the rest of the afternoon in my head. And my ass.


Jeff and I met up later that afternoon. We were way fucked up but we resisted doing anything else. Needed to come down and plan the rest of our vacation. We headed for bed. Under the covers we got each other horned up by talking about past sex with each other and other boys. I slid into him. We stayed that way. We fucked. Got off. Held each other. Drifted off into fucked up land.


It was night. We got up. Popped some sedatives. Back under the covers. Drifted off for real now. It became the second day of vacation. Nothing like the summer morning in the desert. We cleaned the house. Found a nice hidey hole for our stash. Went to town to stock up the fridge with water and fruit. Won’t be eating much the rest of the week. Needed to find a nice upscale jewelry store to buy Marta a little something. She will pretend to be pissed but we all know she will be more than delighted. She’d be pissed if we didn’t.
Back home. More virgin margaritas. Deck chairs. We have not had contact with home and it felt nice. No messages on our phones. Hadn’t checked email. We will check in later.


Time to make plans. The last time we were here I had played with a couple of she-males. Going to again. I have their numbers. Those two are high end escorts. I get them for a thousand each, all night. And all the drugs they can do. Which is a lot but it gets me preferential treatment. Jeff does not partake. He will do his thing. But we have to schedule in some shows. Maybe a little gambling. Shopping for those back home. The things we do for our loved ones.


Jeff gets tickets to a Wayne Newton show for later in the week. Can’t wait for that. But first things first. I text my girls. Dana and Mia. If texts could talk they would have cooed. Have the girls lined up for tonight. Money and drugs. The power they have. They will come here. Jeff will hook up with some of his buddies in the city. He will play with high end male escorts. We are on vacation you know. A hotel room for him. Upscale. Room service while he is being serviced. His boys are as expensive. Circus freaks they are not.


Friday night follies. Our own musical. Jeff and I prep for our respective dates. We will meet again sometime Saturday. Jeff takes the car and I ready things here. The girls will be here at nine. Jeff will be checking in at nine. Not the penthouse suite but very luxurious. Slamming in style.


I am not sure when or how my fascination with she-males came to be. Since I am technically bisexual, it probably meets my gay/straight needs. Whatever the reason, they turn me the fuck on. Many porn dvds of the lassies. And Dana and Mia are the best of the best. The only regret I have is no tape will ensue from our encounter. They live in fantasy.


Apparently fantasy is all I am going to have this trip around. Emergency back home. I had just enough time to call and cancel my girls. Huge disappointment all around. I told the girls they would still receive monies. Can’t risk losing these girls. I will make arrangements with the hubby for recompensation. Jeff cannot be reached though I tried. Voice mail with all the trimmings. The girls understand. Of course they do. Full payment and no work. Only in Vegas.



CHAPTER 9

This story was supposed to be about Jeff, myself, and our private personas. I should have known the past , the familial past, would not stay put where it belonged. Parts would definitely have to creep in but now the fully bloomed family tree will have to be dug up and, quite possibly, be transplanted. Even I know this is the wrong time of year to transplant a tree.


My father suffered a heart attack. My twin brother called me. Yes, I have a twin. Fraternal. And gay. What are the odds. And where to begin.


I call the airline and book a flight back home on the redeye. I leave another voicemail for Jeff with all of the pertinent information. I tell him to stay put and enjoy the rest of his vacation. Come back as we had planned. I would call again when home. Who knows when he will check messages. In all of our years of living this life, we have had very few instances of an emergency boondoggling things. It’s a good thing I don’t believe in omens I say, crossing myself.


I arrive. Pick up our car and head on home for a quick respite. Then it’s off to the family compound. I call and leave a message for Marta. Tell her I will fill her in soon and that I will be home briefly. I have no idea where I will be in the days to come. Call to Susan and John. Another message. The weekend and no one is home. I hold off calling Cindy. Not yet. Too many questions I don’t have the time or inclination to answer. The rest know of my family. Enough anyway to not ask questions I cannot answer. I finish up at the house and travel on. No rest for the wicked.


We Millens did not settle far from the homeland. With the exception of moi, everyone is in the city approximately seventy miles due north east. A short distance geographically but stellar in every other way. Prodigal son returns indeed.


As was stated before, Jeff and I have been together since the ripe old age of fourteen. Twenty six years. In those years, Jeff has gotten to know my family rather well. He is family. But there is family and then there is family. He has had some indication of our unique family as I have had the personal and intimate indications of his kin. Literally.


We all grew up together. Though we were raised entirely different we all got blended rather early. Jeff and I left the so called nest to build our own. I should have known one can never leave. At this point, I just want to sleep. Partying and emergencies don’t mix. Jet lag, being strung out and family. If only that could be bottled.


I called ahead to my brother Dan, the twin. I have two other brothers. One sister. Five siblings. Mom and dad. I would meet them at the hospital.


I had not seen the rest of my siblings, with the exception of Dan, for quite sometime. We are very close but we live different lives and respect each others privacy and the need for distance. But this has not been the case until recently. I had spent a lot of time with some of them. Still do with Dan. Twin, after all.


Hugs and salutations all around. Got caught up on Dad’s condition. He would be fine it seemed. Made it through surgery. We are a stoic bunch. Made plans to meet at the parent’s house later to get caught up. I gave them a brief synopsis of our vacation to explain Jeff’s absence. He will be missed. Jeff won’t miss it but hey, who needs to know, I thought.


Another message left for Jeff. Marta, Sue and John get messages as well. I leave a quickie for Cindy. Back in town for family stuff. Will call when I am available.


All back at the family compound. Not really a compound. It’s a large house but we do come from money. Subtle compound. Very nice neighborhood. My Mercedes fits in. Wish I was high.


We all got settled with drinks. Chatter about this and that. We talk little of the past as most families would do with that kind of close call. Our past isn’t the idle chatter one would share in this time. But it’s one I need to share with the latest member of my family. Cindy.


I get hold of her and tell her to come over to the house the next day. I will stay the night here. I tell Dan I need to go home for a few days. Will be in touch and all that. He gets it.


Still no word from Jeff. Damn. Must be nice. That morning I went next door to fill Marta in on things. Had to break her heart about Wayne newton. Bless her heart she did not even wince. She knows my family somewhat and asked what she could do. A plate of your wonderful cookies would not be looked askance at, I replied. Would be back again when I had more news and after I picked up Jeff we would traipse over. Hugs.


Cindy arrives like the dervish she is. Just like a Nevada dust devil. She had only gotten the bare bones. Time for more I say. Lots more. First, sign the non-disclosure form. Half kidding.


Cindy and I get comfortable on the couch after getting seriously baked on meth and rock. Both of us needed to get hard and fast. Not for sex but for the need of the high. Sets the mood lets say. The sex would come after the shit I tell her.


Cindy knows I have a family. That’s all she knows. Our relationship had obviously not progressed much farther than the bedroom. But she is our family member. She is now inner circle. Way beyond John, Sue and Marta. Cindy is.


CHAPTER 10


The drugs roiling and churning white water inside us. Speed demons we are. The hot sexy desert, the sex, the promise of sex all boil over. I look at Cindy and she sees what I see. Strip blisteringly fast. She spreads and I enter. I don’t think I have ever been harder. I drive her into the couch cushions. Never have I heard more primal screams and grunts. Forty years of passion released and unreleased are driven into my concubine. She receives all with a fury that is scary. And gives back. I have had rough sex on many occasions but I have never seen the blood that rises this day. Bit lips, tongues chewed, shoulders, arms with bite marks that bleed. My back feels like a river with the sweat and blood flowing. Over and over we abuse each other. I lose all reality. She screams she is coming. Back to earth. We stop. Damn. Nothing else needs to be said.

Out of the shower. Inspect the damage. Damn we hurt. But what a seriously mind-blowing trip it was. You must have one hell of a story to tell Cindy says. I laugh. Mind blowing my dear succubus.


Still shaking, we make it back to the sofa. Getting dark. We leave off the lights. I don’t want to be disturbed. Still high to beat the band. But sated. The vampiric intermission. Act one. Take a bow.


We decide not to get loaded until we need a break. We potty, get drinks and get comfy lying next to each other on the sofa. It’s a large sofa.

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