A gay sex story: Insatiable PnP Cum Dump Slut Ch. 12
All sex is between people aged 18 or older.
After the sex party where I got paid to get fucked by four sexy daddy tops who were friends and a couple of escorts my age that they had hired to attend the party, I went home. I got home about 4:00 AM. I was tired for a while but not really ready to sleep. I had been very well fucked, but I wasn’t fucked out yet.
For about a month or so I had been arranging my work schedule to accommodate extended PnP sex binges each weekend. I was a server at a busy restaurant in Paradise Valley (in the Phoenix Metro Area). I would work the dinner shift on Friday, party all night on Friday, Work the dinner shift on Saturday, then party all night on Saturday and possibly into Sunday, and then sleep and recover on Monday and Tuesday.
I had given away my Saturday shift this weekend so that I could go to the sex party. I had been invited to the sex party by a guy, John, I had had met while cruising for cock at my favorite adult bookstore in Scottsdale on Friday before my evening shift. I had gone back to John’s room, and he fucked me before I went to work and then he later invited me to the party on Saturday night.
I was laying in my bed, cum leaking out of my ass onto the towels I had put down to protect my mattress. I couldn’t believe that I had just made $3000 in a few hours at a party. The most unbelievable thing that was that I would have easily let all those guys fuck me for free. John and his friends were all handsome, well-built guys in their early 50s. The escorts were young, very well built, and hot. The guy’s cocks ranged from large to very large. In short, they were exactly the type of guys I had been out hunting for every weekend since I became a partying bareback bottom slut.
Ironically, even after that sex party I had actually gotten home much earlier than I would usually have if I had spent the Saturday night at one of the bathhouses in Phoenix.
I had smoked some weed and had a few beers when I got back to my apartment, trying to come down from the meth a bit so that I could at least rest, if not actually sleep. I semi-dozed for a couple of hours. I woke up horny and craving cock again. I knew I could spend the day on Sunday partying and hunting for cock and still have enough time to rest and recover before I had to be back to work on Tuesday afternoon.
I got up about 6:00 AM and called my friend/fuckbuddy/wingman/party-favor supplier Daniel. He answered he phone, but he was groggy. He said that he was crashed at a friends house and needed to sleep for a while. He asked me to call him around noon if I wanted to get together.
I decided I would go to one of the gay bathhouses to check out the Sunday morning crowd. I knew that there were certain times that “straight” identifying guys looking for some easy down-low sex and otherwise closeted guys tended to go to venues for anonymous gay sex.
For example, I loved to go to my favorite adult bookstore, Zorba’s on Scottsdale Road on weekdays around lunch time. The place would be swarmed with college guys, construction workers, middle-aged white-collar types, and other random horny men looking to get serviced quickly and discretely.
The same could be said for the gay bathhouses at certain times. On the weekends after bars and clubs closed lots of horny men who had been out drinking came in for some anonymous gay sex. And, I had been told, on weekend mornings, lots of married and/or closeted guys showed up, probably having told their significant others that they were somewhere else.
I had a craving for more cock and cum, so I decided to go to Flex and see if I could find some horny guys who would want to cum in my ass or at least let me swallow their load. I got in the shower. I used my douche hose to clean my ass out again until it was showroom clean. I packed my PnP sex bag. I prepared a number of new booty-bumps to have at hand while I was at the baths. I prepared two separate “travel” stashes. One of the regular stuff Daniel had gotten for me the last month or so, and a separate one with the even more incredibly potent stuff from his latest batch. I used the super-potent stuff in the booty bumps too.
I packed my lube, my various bottles of poppers, and my “realistic” 9″ silicon dildo that I used to “warm up” and get my ass relaxed and ready before getting fucked at the baths. I called a cab and smoked a bowl of dope while I waited for my ride to appear.
There were a few guys in line waiting to check in when I got to the outer check in window. I considered that a good sign. More guys came in after me, an even better sign. I checked in. This time I got one of the “small rooms” that would have a twin bed instead of a queen size bed. I was able to get one that had a TV, meaning that it would have a video screen with a selection of channels of porn, like in a booth in an adult bookstore. It was about 7:30 AM when I checked in.
I went into the inner lobby. I bought another jockstrap. This time I got one that was black. I went and found my room. I got in, changed out of my clothes into my jockstrap, put in a couple of booty bumps and then smoked a big bowl. I stashed everything except my lube and poppers and went out to look around.
I went to the locker room where the showers, steam room, and lockers (for guys who only rented a locker, not a room) were. Somehow, I had missed the fact that there was a chalkboard in the locker room where guys could post messages or whatever. I had an inspiration. I went to the board and wrote a “personals ad” advertising what I was looking for:
“Attractive, masculine 25-year-old bisexual bottom, muscular build, sexy ass, looking to suck and get fucked by horny tops. No reciprocation necessary.” I included my room number and went back to my room. I figured I could get let my booty bumps marinate for a while, watch some porn, and get warmed up with my dildo to see if I could get the men to come to me rather than having to go looking for them. I left my door open and found a good bareback porn video to watch.
I lubed up my dildo and worked it into my ass. My preferred way to warm up and relax my ass was to get the dildo all the way inside me and then sit on it on the bed and rock around on it. I had found that if I did that, it relaxed the muscles inside me that were normally involuntary muscles and made it so that I had a pretty good degree of voluntary control of them. That let me be able to relax my ass to let a guy with a large cock penetrate me and then I could tighten up and squeeze his cock as I pleased (and as pleased him) as he fucked me.
The dissolved meth in the booty bumps had definitely been well-absorbed in my rectum. Between that and what I had smoked, I was flying. I hoped that I would get some traffic pretty soon, otherwise my chemically fueled insatiable lust for cock would force me to go out on the prowl.
A guy stopped at my door and looked in. I made eye contact with him and smiled. “Hey.”
“I, uh, saw something on the chalkboard in the locker room…” He trailed off.