Cup Weekend
Pffffff! I had to go to work. How was your long weekend, they all asked.
“Oh yes, good. I… um…” did ice for the first three days, and pulled off a straight boy for three days, I wanted to say. “Had a quiet one,” I said. “How was yours?”
They all had quite ones; a couple of bbqs. Big Steve was down the caravan park at Philip Island. Little Steve was with his fiancé Anna all weekend. Little Steve backed the Melbourne Cup winner. Big Steve complained about his bad back. Little Steve complained about the kilos he’d put on.
I was good until about 3.30pm, that first day, then I started to get really tired.
Ben and I went all Friday night. Then Saturday afternoon. Then Sunday afternoon.
Once you've puffed the "pipe" everything looks sexy, because everything is. That it the fun side of meth, that nobody wants to tell you about.
You can go anywhere you want in your mind. Towels, blankets, lube amyl. The boys in the porn look like gods. Ben looked hot in his t-shirt and jocks. Then just his jocks, hairy chest with a hard-on. Then pulling his big fat cock mindlessly.
James turned up Sunday evening. Daniel let him in. Ben and I were shit-faced. We’d been to the dark side. We were still there, to be truthful. The dirty, filthy degenerate mind, there’d been two.
James stuck his head in my bedroom, unexpectedly. He knew what I was doing, it was okay. He knew who I was doing it with. As he stuck his head in the doorway, Ben and I grabbed him and threw him on the bed. Ben held his arms and I sat on his thighs and grabbed for the waistband of his jeans.
“James.”
“James.”
“Hey?” James said. “Look at the two of you.”
“How do we look?” He looked just fine.
“You look messed up.”
“Messed up,’ said Ben.
“It stinks in here,” said James.
“Stinks?” said Ben.
“Of what?” I asked.
“Sweat.”
“You look so clean,” said Ben. “He looks so clean.”
“Should we mess him up?”
“Yes,” said Ben, really slurry and keen.
“Hey,” said James.
“We should mess him up,” said Ben.
“What should we do?”
“We should mess him up,” said Ben.
“How should we mess him up?”
Ben shrugged.
“Should we undress him?”
“Yes.”
“Should we strip him down like a bad soldier?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to see his cock, Ben?” I asked.
“Hey,” said James.
“Sure… yes, I do,” said Ben
“He’s got a very lovely cock.”
“Hang on,” said James. He started to squirm underneath me.
“We need to get him high,” said Ben.
“We do.” I smiled at Ben. He was smiling manically back at me.
“Get the pipe,” I said.
“I’ll get the pipe.”
“How out of it are you two?”
“The prisoner shouldn’t speak unless addressed,” said Ben.
“Pretty fucken out of it,” I whispered to James.
Ben prepared the glass pipe and the white powder.
“I don’t know if I’m up for this…”
Ben spooned the powder into the top of the pipe.
“I wasn’t expecting this…”
Ben held it to James’ mouth.
I leant down and whispered in James’ ear. “You okay with this?”
James smiled and rolled his eyes. I could tell he was just fine. He was being held down by two handsome men, even if I say that myself. One straight, one his lover, of sorts. I wouldn’t let any harm come to him, he knew that.
I lit a lighter under the glass pipe. James exhaled and then when the white smoke appeared, like the chimney in the Vatican, he put it to his lips and sucked. We shared another pipe and then another pipe. I coughed on the last few puffs. James kissed me between inhales.
James completely relaxed into the mattress, any hint of resistance vanished.
I undid the top button of his jeans. The white elastic of James’ jocks became visible, as did the top of his pubes, which crawl up his abdomen and stomach like a creeper. Sexy it is too..
“I think maybe he is too sober,” said Ben. “I think we should make him really out of it.”
“But,” said James.
“I think that is an excellent idea”
Ben prepared another pipe. He was our captive. We could hog-tie him, rap him in cling film, or tie him in intricate knots, it was our choice.
“More?” said James. “Really?”
“You’ll be fine,” I said. “You haven’t got a heart condition that you haven’t told me about?”
“No. And very comforting, all the same.”
“You’ll be fine, now suck boy. By the time we are finished with you…”
“A twenty something always kowtows to thirty something’s,” said Ben.
“Do as you are told, boy,” I said.
Ben unzipped James' jeans. It was hot. It gave me an instant boner. I slid across James' face and pushed at his lips. His mouth opened and sucked my cock in. Ben pulled James' jeans open, James had a big fat cock in his black jocks.
"He has a beautiful cock," I said.
Ben grabbed the front of James' jocks and pulled them down. James' perfect cock flopped into sight, hard, fat, thick, beautiful.
Ben lent down gently and took the knob of James' cock into his mouth. By then James was perfectly relaxed, sucking and getting sucked all at the same time.
I fucked James all the time telling Ben what a hot arse James has, which he does.
Ben fucked James, the first time he has ever fucked another guy's arse. James (the straight boy?) loved it, he was on his knees for hours taking both of us, one after the other.
Then we gave him more and we double fucked him. James made noises like a baby harp seal being clubbed to death, as he got double clubbed. But Ben and I were really into it once we were both inside him and our big cocks were both engorged to the max, I could feel Ben’s rubbing against mine as we torn James’ arse up. Ben's thick cock and my thick cock were rubbing side by side as we sawed Jame's hole.
A straight boy up another straight boy’s arse. It was hot. James squatted down on his knees, as Ben penetrated him in front of me. James grunted and moaned and groaned and made a lot of noise, none of which you could really describe as words or language, as he yanked at his own cock really hard.
“Oh yes, good. I… um…” did ice for the first three days, and pulled off a straight boy for three days, I wanted to say. “Had a quiet one,” I said. “How was yours?”
They all had quite ones; a couple of bbqs. Big Steve was down the caravan park at Philip Island. Little Steve was with his fiancé Anna all weekend. Little Steve backed the Melbourne Cup winner. Big Steve complained about his bad back. Little Steve complained about the kilos he’d put on.
I was good until about 3.30pm, that first day, then I started to get really tired.
Ben and I went all Friday night. Then Saturday afternoon. Then Sunday afternoon.
Once you've puffed the "pipe" everything looks sexy, because everything is. That it the fun side of meth, that nobody wants to tell you about.
You can go anywhere you want in your mind. Towels, blankets, lube amyl. The boys in the porn look like gods. Ben looked hot in his t-shirt and jocks. Then just his jocks, hairy chest with a hard-on. Then pulling his big fat cock mindlessly.
James turned up Sunday evening. Daniel let him in. Ben and I were shit-faced. We’d been to the dark side. We were still there, to be truthful. The dirty, filthy degenerate mind, there’d been two.
James stuck his head in my bedroom, unexpectedly. He knew what I was doing, it was okay. He knew who I was doing it with. As he stuck his head in the doorway, Ben and I grabbed him and threw him on the bed. Ben held his arms and I sat on his thighs and grabbed for the waistband of his jeans.
“James.”
“James.”
“Hey?” James said. “Look at the two of you.”
“How do we look?” He looked just fine.
“You look messed up.”
“Messed up,’ said Ben.
“It stinks in here,” said James.
“Stinks?” said Ben.
“Of what?” I asked.
“Sweat.”
“You look so clean,” said Ben. “He looks so clean.”
“Should we mess him up?”
“Yes,” said Ben, really slurry and keen.
“Hey,” said James.
“We should mess him up,” said Ben.
“What should we do?”
“We should mess him up,” said Ben.
“How should we mess him up?”
Ben shrugged.
“Should we undress him?”
“Yes.”
“Should we strip him down like a bad soldier?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to see his cock, Ben?” I asked.
“Hey,” said James.
“Sure… yes, I do,” said Ben
“He’s got a very lovely cock.”
“Hang on,” said James. He started to squirm underneath me.
“We need to get him high,” said Ben.
“We do.” I smiled at Ben. He was smiling manically back at me.
“Get the pipe,” I said.
“I’ll get the pipe.”
“How out of it are you two?”
“The prisoner shouldn’t speak unless addressed,” said Ben.
“Pretty fucken out of it,” I whispered to James.
Ben prepared the glass pipe and the white powder.
“I don’t know if I’m up for this…”
Ben spooned the powder into the top of the pipe.
“I wasn’t expecting this…”
Ben held it to James’ mouth.
I leant down and whispered in James’ ear. “You okay with this?”
James smiled and rolled his eyes. I could tell he was just fine. He was being held down by two handsome men, even if I say that myself. One straight, one his lover, of sorts. I wouldn’t let any harm come to him, he knew that.
I lit a lighter under the glass pipe. James exhaled and then when the white smoke appeared, like the chimney in the Vatican, he put it to his lips and sucked. We shared another pipe and then another pipe. I coughed on the last few puffs. James kissed me between inhales.
James completely relaxed into the mattress, any hint of resistance vanished.
I undid the top button of his jeans. The white elastic of James’ jocks became visible, as did the top of his pubes, which crawl up his abdomen and stomach like a creeper. Sexy it is too..
“I think maybe he is too sober,” said Ben. “I think we should make him really out of it.”
“But,” said James.
“I think that is an excellent idea”
Ben prepared another pipe. He was our captive. We could hog-tie him, rap him in cling film, or tie him in intricate knots, it was our choice.
“More?” said James. “Really?”
“You’ll be fine,” I said. “You haven’t got a heart condition that you haven’t told me about?”
“No. And very comforting, all the same.”
“You’ll be fine, now suck boy. By the time we are finished with you…”
“A twenty something always kowtows to thirty something’s,” said Ben.
“Do as you are told, boy,” I said.
Ben unzipped James' jeans. It was hot. It gave me an instant boner. I slid across James' face and pushed at his lips. His mouth opened and sucked my cock in. Ben pulled James' jeans open, James had a big fat cock in his black jocks.
"He has a beautiful cock," I said.
Ben grabbed the front of James' jocks and pulled them down. James' perfect cock flopped into sight, hard, fat, thick, beautiful.
Ben lent down gently and took the knob of James' cock into his mouth. By then James was perfectly relaxed, sucking and getting sucked all at the same time.
I fucked James all the time telling Ben what a hot arse James has, which he does.
Ben fucked James, the first time he has ever fucked another guy's arse. James (the straight boy?) loved it, he was on his knees for hours taking both of us, one after the other.
Then we gave him more and we double fucked him. James made noises like a baby harp seal being clubbed to death, as he got double clubbed. But Ben and I were really into it once we were both inside him and our big cocks were both engorged to the max, I could feel Ben’s rubbing against mine as we torn James’ arse up. Ben's thick cock and my thick cock were rubbing side by side as we sawed Jame's hole.
A straight boy up another straight boy’s arse. It was hot. James squatted down on his knees, as Ben penetrated him in front of me. James grunted and moaned and groaned and made a lot of noise, none of which you could really describe as words or language, as he yanked at his own cock really hard.
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