I’m starting to get calls.  Hmmm, maybe I’ll skip choir practice.  Here is what happened.  I arrive at 9 pm to a new trick; he has a syringe (less needle) and fills it with a cocaine fluid, which he promptly injects up my ass and fucks me with his cock.  There are two or three other booty bumps over the next three hours, which include four different dildos (including the new one, the 4 bumps, the sword and the large double-headed).  But the biggest difference is the 3 fistings I get, which are deep and prolonged.  Plus, I get one chem piss and I water him down in the tub after the second fisting.  Oh, yeah, no one else shows up.  When I get home, Carlos has sent me another video, this one is so hot I cum twice before going to bed.  Not that I sleep heavily!
 

I’m naked before 8 pm.  Will there be a third person?  Yes, Carlos arrives minutes after I do, in time to get a booty bum with me.  Plus, the drug list includes Vicodan, pot, VO, and 2 thirds of an ecstasy, before we get down to business.  But as time goes on, it’s obvious that the master wants to play with Carlos alone, and so I leave at 11 pm.
 

Yep, I’m off.  I’m there for almost three hours of heavy duty, filthy sex before getting home at midnight.

I’m at the apartment of Mac around 8:30 pm.  I’m lucky to find a parking space nearby.  He immediately tells me he’s different from the other guy, because of different drugs.  Whatever.  We have vodka on the rocks, smoke a decent joint, and have lots of poppers.  That begins it, and we go directly to the bedroom and begin immediately.  Two very serious fistings before capillary blood forces us to stop.

That’s ok, since it means that I can visit the other guy.  I do a bump, have some scotch, and smoke a joint before he starts working on my ass.  His fistings are longer and more pronounced, and at one point I can actually show a rosebud to him.  I get a long chem piss from him, and some beer as well.  But no toys.
 

I return to the city to visit Purebilly at 9 pm.  But two bottoms do not make for success, regardless of his desire, boredom actually leads me to fuck him, cum (while fantasizing about the upcoming Greg scene) and leave around 10 pm.
 

Yep, it’s a night for the UWS.  Our operative drugs are vodka (and then scotch), pot and coke, including a couple of booty bumps.  I take both of his hands, with some deep and prolonged fistings.  Plus, a small dildo and the new dildo at various points, but it’s not a very dirty scene.  He gives me a load of his chem piss about halfway through, and he lies on the bed while I sit on each of his feet.  We go straight through without a break for almost three hours; occasionally he tells me he’s stretching me for my scene on Saturday.
 

The computer is cued to a Cazzo film (I think).  Oh, those Germans, it begins with the pierced and tattooed shaved slave hoisted by the ankle bar and immediately fisted by the leader’s hands.  Oh, there were three tops.  Then the second guy, looking like a suburban Marine from here, does the same thing.  Now the third?  No, a large bat while the third holds him down.  Then, a trio of piss scenes with him, one with a large funnel in his upturned ass, another with a face hose and the dominant top.  And some more.
 

It’s almost 6 pm, when I finally get to Greg’s apartment.  I strip down and he pours me vodka and we snort meth, before looking around the apartment.  We are alone for almost two hours, and he gives me a couple of booty bumps; however, there is no smoking of it.  He also gives me a Viagra later on.  Sex is mainly about my tits, abusing to the point that they’re raw.  Also, I pump up my cock with his new pump; it works very well.

After 8 pm, we make half-hearted attempts to prepare the place for guests.  I also take his small, five-ball dildo and a couple of other small ones.  Two guys arrive shortly after, including Tommy and Brian.  Both seem to be bottoms, and Brian leaves early without doing much.

I take piss from Greg and Hal over the course of the evening; Tommy makes a big deal of giving it to me, but nothing actually happens.  Who else?

Two other guys arrive shortly after, including beernutsnyc, a top (who later gets a ball crusher put on him, and electro that doesn’t work – dead battery) and leathersir4subs (Rick at leathersir4subs@aol.com), who is fisting me on the table around 9 pm.

I would love a big dildo, but Greg’s are fairly small.  But then Hal (BigBallsnBrklyn), offers up his.  What, you brought some?  Sure, he was actually responding to my offer to bring toys.  One is a somewhat stylized hand dildo; instead of a hand, it was diamond, or snake head shaped.  He works that into me, and then brings out Big Blackie, the same one I’d taken at FlatIron Mike’s.  Turns out, that is where we had met before.  Oh, he had said, “unfortunately, no drugs” but had joints all night, and later gave me a bump of something when I was leaving.  So what does that mean?  He also had some nice poppers.

For the next couple of hours, there are various pairs and groups; I continue to get fisted and dildo fucked, but perhaps there are too many people here to gel.  Can’t complain, though, as I continue to drink vodka and snort meth.

beernutsnyc wrote to say that he “had a good time. thanks. got my balls wired and crushed. got my piss slit stuffed and stretched. had my tight virgin hole stretched a bit. left with a smile on my face.”

Near midnight, I find myself in the bedroom with only leathersir4subs.  Do I drink his piss?  He has fisted me earlier, and wants two hands up me, but it doesn’t happen.  He might be fisting me now.  He asks if I want to be a, um, recycling center or something like that.  Yeah, anything!  He gets me on my back and positions himself over me so I can’t move.  He puts a funnel and mask on my face, and then attaches a hose to it; the other end is a large catheter, which he shoves down my tube.  I immediately start pissing and he drains it back into my mouth.  Looking at me, he says that when it’s taken out, guys either get into it or faint.  He then yanks the catheter out of me and I take a short break.

One of the last things is an inflatable dildo that Greg works up me on the table, but my ass is too tired for it.  Jon arrives around midnight, and soon needs bondage; Tommy is more than interested.  At the same time, there is a bearded guy on the chair; I suck him hard and then sit on him, but plain vanilla is too boring for me.  Where did he come from, where did he go, and who is he?

The last thing I notice is Jon on his knees on the kitchen floor; he is sucking Hal and Greg is using a vibrator on his ass.  Another man, Harry Castro, was to arrive soon, followed by two others, but I’m pooped after seven hours.  Oh, the people who were to show, but didn’t, include ffdeepnyc (was tired after work).
 

I go to the mtnlion party around 9 pm, only to see Steve and his boyfriend.  This is weird, especially when I find Steve’s dick down my throat.  I would have stayed longer, especially since I connected with a tattooed monster who would have fisted me with another pig, but instead I get dressed and leave.

First to pick up Flatiron Mike at 8 pm, and then to Troy’s party.  Followed by a scat party at pigman50
 

I get motivated to take a ride to Bridgewater, to the home of jerseyjohnny1231.  I start off on my knees, sucking on him, then get him to bring out his toys, which include a small buttplug and dildo, and Rambone.  Of course, after he fucks me with poppers, I have to take that huge toy.  He’s blood sensitive though, and since I have capillary issues, I don’t think the scene could go as far as possible, especially since he has a sling upstairs.  While there, he puts me on a webcam, and some guy in Philly jerks off to me sucking on John’s huge cock.

Bryan is working from 4 pm until midnight, and he uses the car, so I use mother’s.  I had touched base with MasterGreg, and at the last minute he offers to host a party.  When I call at 6 pm, his friend Jon is there, but we have no real commitments from anyone else.  And so it happends, that no one shows up other than the three of us.

By 9 pm, I’m bored and drunk and finally persuade them to start playing.  But it’s a very minor scene, with my wrists and ankles bound while my asshole is stretched with a speculum.  I take the inflatable dildo, Jon’s hand, and have my asshole pumped.  But after an hour, with no one showing up, and nothing left but vodka, I take my leave.  I can’t believe how drunk I am, and probably shouldn’t have driven, but I even stop by Pangea for pasta with chicken and mushrooms, Moroccan chicken, and spaghetti Bolognese before driving home at midnight.  Bryan arrives around the same time and we eat before I crash in bed, an hour before him.