Gay Meth Addict Craves Raw Sex, Gets Something Better

Slammed: a Memoir — Chapter 10 Part 3

Warning: Very sexually explicit and graphic descriptions of drug use.

The host decided to call it a night. “Guys, I’m afraid that’s it for me, gotta work in the morning.” A general shuffle ensued while everyone looked for their clothes. Somehow, I had been the only one to get buck naked, so I had the most searching to do.

We were in Harlem, and, honestly, it had been a pretty lackluster group: a half dozen tweakers too indecisive to take initiative and too easily distracted when they did. I had slammed what little Tina I had left and it was going to waste. Not a great start to my post-quitting-my-job bingefest.

“Hey, I wish everyone had your energy.”

“Thank you,” I said, hopping on one foot as I put a sock on the other.

“Noah.”

“Thank you, Noah. John.” I shook his hand.

Noah was a 40-year-old fair-skinned Latino, similar to me in height and build, compact and lean.

As he put on a black jacket and Yankees cap, he said. “I’m going to hang out with a buddy of mine who’s staying in midtown. Wanna tag along?”

“Sure! But… I don’t have any more…”

He winked at me. “Don’t worry about it.”

We rode up a hotel elevator in midtown sometime after midnight.

Noah knocked on the hotel room door. It opened and I followed him inside.

The queen sized bed had soft white sheets covered by a fluffy gray duvet. The furnishings were sleek and expensive looking. The bathroom was a mix of classic porcelain and modern fixtures. The room even sported a state-of-the-art flat screen TV, the first I’d actually seen outside of a Best Buy.

Nice as the room was, it was incredibly small. There was barely a foot of space between the dresser and the bed, and no room at all between the bed and the wall. Space was so tight, someone was going to end up inside someone else, ready or not.

Noah made introductions as he took off his jacket. “Riley, John. John, this is Riley.”

“Hi,” I said, still standing at the door. I hadn’t moved to take off my coat as if it were rude to do so without being asked.

“Hi there! Take off your coat. Take off your everything. I’m not shy.”

Riley was over six foot and slender. He was wearing only a white jockstrap and a weathered gray jersey with red stripes. He wasn’t ugly, but he wasn’t conventionally handsome either. He had a long face and nose, he was missing one of his front teeth, and his hair, cut into a mohawk, was colored pink and blue with just a little bit of his blond roots showing. There was something country, redneck even, yet also very punk about him.

Riley was in town for The Saint At Large Black Party, a kink and fetish themed circuit party which had been taking place over the weekend. Done with the crowds, Riley was finishing out his stay partying in his hotel room.

“Have you guys been…?” Riley asked Noah.

“Yeah, but we don’t have any.”

“No problem, I still got some.”

I still had a good buzz going on from the little slam I had before, but I was always up for more. I was going for the old time binge after all. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any fresh points. I disrobed, resisting the urge to ask Riley if he had one. Some users are really turned off by slammers and I didn’t want to make that mistake…again.

Riley crushed and cut us a trio of generous lines. After the burning subsided, I savored the high, quickly shedding whatever clothes still remained. I may prefer to slam, but a “conventional” high was still delicious.

“Hey, boy,” Noah beckoned. He was on the bed, back against the headboard, naked from the waist down. Gripping his hard dick, he said, “Get over here and suck this cock.”

I crawled naked onto the bed. The duvet felt cool on my hot skin. I slithered up between Noah’s thighs, looking up at him as I took his cock into my mouth.

“Fuck, boy. Yeah. Suck that cock.”

The high had me nearly in a trance. Involuntary moans escaped me as I savored the feeling of his hot dick sliding in and out of my mouth, over my lips, my searching tongue. So enthralled was I that I hadn’t realized Riley was feasting on my ass like a starving man at a buffet. I stopped sucking Noah’s dick for a moment as Riley’s tongue worked my hole. “Fuck, that feels…fuck!”

“Put that dick back in your mouth, boy.”

I did as instructed.

“Fuck yeah, do it,” Noah said to Riley. I was too busy to ask him “do what?” sure that Riley was about to start fucking me.

Yet, after a few minutes he was still working me with his mouth and fingers.

Then I felt a familiar cool heat flow through my body. My eyes went wide with pleasure as my face and limbs flushed even more. Noah thwacked his cock against my face and even that sent ripples of pleasure through me. My hole felt like it was sparkling with electricity as Riley worked it. Fresh Tina was definitely flowing through my system.

As my moans became noticeably louder, Noah said, “Hey Riley, I think he likes it.”

“What, what did…you do?” I managed to ask.

“I gave a happy pig bottom a little booty bump. You’re welcome.”

“Thank…thank you!” and went back to work on Noah’s cock.

After a short while — or maybe a couple of hours, I couldn’t fucking tell — Noah had to leave.

“Thank you for letting me tag along,” I said to him, still laying on the bed enjoying my deliciously sensitive skin.

“Anytime.” He took out his phone. “What’s your number?”

I told him.

“There. I just texted you. Now you have mine. Give me a call later if you’re still going.”

“Absolutely.”

I was left alone with Riley who was looking more and more attractive by the moment.

I rolled over on my back, my head at the edge of the bed, Riley stood over me, his hard cock torturously near my mouth.

“How you feeling?”

“I’m feeling wonderful!” I said, my mouth reaching for him.

“Relax. Just lay there. Enjoy the feeling,” he said with a surprising gentleness. “You don’t have to work so hard.”

Easy for him to say. My need for perpetual motion would not be contained! Still, I did try. I let my limbs rest on the bed, closed my eyes, and took a couple of deep breaths.

I felt his hands touch my shoulders and moved slowly down my chest.

My hands involuntarily grasped for him, trying to grab and grope.

“No. Relax. Put your arms down,” he said, still gentle but firm. “Keep your eyes closed.”

I complied.

His hands caressed my hot, slick skin. The pressure of his finger tips played chords that rang throughout my body.

Again, I grasped and groped.

He shoved me more onto the bed before grabbing both my wrists with one hand and pinning them above my head. His strength and forcefulness sent a thrill through my soul. I moaned, opened my eyes and reached for him with my mouth.

He continued with his calm, commanding tone. “No. Stop….stop.”

I did.

“Close your eyes.”

I did.

I felt his face close to mine, his mouth breathing near my ear.

“Just relax. You’ve worked hard enough. Let me take care of you.”

It was as if he’d said the magic words. I can’t say I stopped fidgeting, but for as much Tina as there was in my system, I did in fact relax a bit.

While one hand kept my arms pinned, the other continued its exploration. It brushed my face, my neck, my chest. He began working one nipple ever so lightly, slowly increasing the pressure. My moans increased. I began to writhe. His mouth found my other nipple and together they began, between fingers and teeth, a pulsing, pinching, and biting without rhythm, sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body. Pleasure as wonderful as any I had felt being fucked. Had he kept going he might have brought me to climax.

“Breathe. Relax. You liked that, didn’t ya?”

I squeaked out a “yes” between gasps.

He lowered his body on top of me, his weight pressing me into the bed. Releasing me, we wrapped our arms around each other.

I buried my face into his neck, smelling his musk, tasting the cool sweat on his hot skin.

I ran my hands down the meat of his back, grasping his ass, pulling him more into me.

He nibbled my neck and shoulder.

He began to breathe deeper.

Grunts escaped his throat.

His mouth met mine.

Our tongues found each other.

I gave over to passion,

Wrapped up in each other,

His weight on me.

He maneuvered my legs apart.

“Yes, please. Please fuck me.”

Breathing heavy.

“I will,” he said,

Still gentle.

“But I want you to relax. Just breathe.”

His lubed fingers prepared me,

Worked their way into me.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

My body convulsed.

“Relax. Breathe.”

“Sorry,” I laughed.

I breathed into my chest.

I let my arms rest on the bed.

His fingers inside me felt so good!

Relax, I told myself. Breathe.

“That’s it. Good boy. Just keep breathing. Focus on the sensations.”

I closed my eyes.

I took deep breaths.

My pleasure became dancing clouds of blues and pinks on the inside of my eyelids.

Then he was ready.

He moved his arms underneath my legs.

I felt the head of his cock press against my hole.

I held my breath,

Ready for him to enter me.

Ready for him to fuck me.

“Open your eyes.”

I did.

“Look at me.”

I looked at him for a moment…

But then looked away.

“Look at me.”

I looked at him again.

He was sweating,

But he was calm.

His face looked…kind.

I looked away again.

“Look at me.”

His cock still pressed against me,

But he hadn’t penetrated.

If I wanted it, I had to look at him.

So I looked at him.

I looked right into his eyes.

His eyes were blue.

Deep blue.

Deep blue eyes.

Like jewels.

How had I not noticed his blue eyes?

He began to enter me.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

Torturously slowly.

I moaned.

I whimpered.

I wanted all of him.

I wanted him inside me!

“Keep with me, stay with me.”

I refocused on him.

On his jewel blue eyes.

On his kind face.

Looking at me.

Really looking at me.

He began to fill me.

My breath caught in my throat,

But I held his gaze.

I became lost in his blue eyes.

His kind face more open mouthed

The further he entered me.

He was looking at me.

Really looking at me.

His pleasure was in my pleasure.

An electrical current flowed

Through our eyes,

Through our chests,

Through our bodies.

Those blue eyes were really seeing me.

As if they could see the real me.

I felt…seen.

He was nearly all inside me.

We were nearly one.

Through our eyes,

Through our bodies,

I felt…connected.

I felt…

I felt…

Tears.

I felt tears.

Tears running down the sides of my face.

He saw this.

His kind face became curious, concerned.

We held that position

For a moment,

Him, still inside me.

Me, still looking into his eyes,

Trying to pretend there were no tears,

That I wasn’t crying.

He touched my face,

“I’m sorry,” I said.

My throat began to tighten.

I felt his energy shift.

Fuck, I fucked it up!

He gently pulled out of me.

“No! Please, I want you to…”

“Come here,” he said.

He was pushing himself over to the head of the bed.

I laid there, staring up at the ceiling, broken hearted I’d ruined what was going to be an epic fuck.

“Come here,” he said again, pleasant and inviting. He had propped the pillows up behind him, like one would to watch tv or read in bed.

I rolled over and made my way to him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I…”

“It’s ok. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He opened his arms.

I looked at him, confused.

“I think you might need this a little bit more.”

After hesitating, I tentatively moved to him.

“It’s ok. Just lay your head on my chest. Let’s just be here together.”

I scooted myself up to his side and laid my head on his chest. Awkward, I laid an uncommitted arm on him. We shifted and fidgeted till we found a comfortable position.

He wrapped his arms around me, one arm holding me firm, his other hand lightly caressing my head.

I laid there, rigid for a moment. The tweaked out part of me screaming No! Come on! I don’t want feelings! I want to be Fucked!

Then I realized

I could hear his heart beating.

I felt his chest rise and fall.

I began to breathe with him.

To melt into him.

I put my arms around him.

I held him firmly.

His arms tightened around me.

Our legs entwined,

And we just lay there,

Together.

I didn’t know this man,

This Riley,

But for this moment,

For however long it lasted,

We were lovers.

In his arms,

I was safe.

I was protected.

I was cared for.

I was loved.

I may have cried.

But mostly,

I just breathed.

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