Date: Mon, 7 Sep 2015 20:14:59 +0200
From: Shan Garron <shangarron@gmx.de>
Subject: Glasgow Tales 2

A disclaimer first: there's quite a lot of bareback sex and drug-taking in
the following story. Use your head when having sex, and don't break laws in
your own country. If you're too young to be reading this - Stop.

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Parts of this come from my real experiences. Parts are fantasy.
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Previously?

There was a clock on the wall and it was reading 4.20 (I took a drag of the
spliff) and I asked, "Pedro, you can do it, but I've to meet my landlord at
7. How long does coke last?". Pedro immediately realised I was a
coke-virgin and bringing over the tray said "don't worry Stuart, it'll be
just a mild buzz like coffee by that time". Lying bastard.

Right so?

My name's Stuart and I was about to do cocaine for the first time with hot
tattooed Spaniard in his late 30's called Pedro. Exotic as he sounds this
was happening in a surprisingly nice 2 bed-apartment in Glasgow's dingy
East End. Pedro (who was to later become my dealer) had convinced a very
stoned me, that we had do coke to celebrate my beautiful white ass, and he
planned to snort his off of my asshole. So first he came up to the head of
the bed and passed me the small metal tray. On it was some coke, which was
drawn up in four neat lines. "Those three are for later" he explained and
passed me my straw. I looked at him sheepishly, "so I just snort it yeah?"
I asked. He smiled, "just that, close your other - what do you call it?"
"Nostril" "Yeah close the other one, snort it, and just enjoy the ride, but
wait until after I do mine". Taking his straw and a pretty large bump
expertly on the back of his hand, Pedro scooted down the bed while I went
on all fours to look at the tray in front of me. I felt Pedro's hands on my
asscheeks and looked back at him. He pushed my ass further forward and down
and pushed out my legs, exposing my hole. "Fuck yeah chico" he said, "I'm
gonna snort this china-white from your beautiful hole".

I stayed as still as I could as I felt the powder being shaken on my
asshole and after a second of two heard a snort. "Oh fuck yeah" Pedro
almost croaked, as the cocaine started its work, "now you do yours chico"
he said a bit hoarsely, caught up in his high. As Pedro's hand continued to
hold my ass apart, I turned to the tray and held up my straw. Looking at
the line on the left I went for it, and in one snort managed to get all the
line in, no crumbs, no waste.  I immediately felt weird as though I had
gunged up the back of my nose, and then could taste the slightly soapy
flavour to the coke start to seep down the back of my throat. Then it hit
me.

Suddenly I was sure of everything. I knew what was going on, as my heart
started to beat faster, I knew my eyes were dilating and this feeling of
what can only be described as "wellness" inched up the back of my brain and
switched all the anxiety buttons off. I was relaxing into my power - I know
that sounds bit fuckin' flakey - like some dumb self-help book for
frustrated middle-aged women - but that's the easiest way to say it - the
coke made my energy levels shoot up and at the same time stripped away all
my (lets be honest) many self esteem problems. Quickest way to stop giving
a shit about anything. Physically I felt my skin almost singing as I got up
on my hands and knees and arced my back. I felt fuckin' good. "Oh yeah it's
hitting me" I said, "oh man, that's hitting me hard". "Good to hear it
chico" said Pedro, "cause you're gonna love this" and with that he dove his
face down into my ass?

.

.

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?I needed to put those dots there?

I needed to pause this memory to give a moment's respect to one of the
purest, most delicious moments of sexuality I have ever, fucking,
experienced.

Pedro, that beautiful bastard, knew how to rim. Added to that - his
coke-fuelled energy. Added to that - my coke-high. It was
Pure. Fucking. Perfection. He went all-in to his job. We're talking
spitting and using fingers. We're talking high-speed dragging your
stuck-out tongue like a paintbrush up the entire ass-crack. We're talking
tongue-fucking, and then tongue and finger action at the same time. Pedro
loved rubbing his shaven head against my bucking hole. Then there was that
biting jaw-action you can do covering your teeth when you're deep in a
guy's ass. I was experiencing his rimming as if I was doing it myself. I
instinctively knew what he was going to do from my overdriven senses. I
knew when he would begin to start circling the tip of his tongue or shaking
his face and shoving his nose into my wet juicy crack. I always liked the
expression "like a pig after truffles" - well Pedro was a piggy bastard and
I was loving it.

I had been thrashing on the bed with pure pleasure. It took me a while to
focus out of whatever zone I was in and come back to where I was. Pedro had
come up for some air. I was spreadeagled - my pale smooth but defined body
on all fours on his bed - I looked over at the tray to see I'd knocked
against it and all the lines were one pile again - still all on the small
little tray though so that was good. I picked it up and turned to pass it
back to Pedro saying "sorry man, I think you'll have to line em up
again". Pedro just laughed, he'd been stroking his beautiful tan cock to
hardness. I looked at his cock and said "maybe it's my turn to snort a line
off you?" "Chico" he said (I normally hate any kind of nickname but I was
loving his sexy Spanish accent - he could have been calling me a fucking
nonce and I'd still have lapped it up), "you can put that coke on my cock,
but coke does not get snorted off my cock." I looked at him a bit
puzzled. He looked back at me, his deep-brown eyes smiling, expectantly. I
looked back at him, a small smile timidly growing on my face. He started to
nod. I started to nod. "So you get what I'm saying?" he said. I replied,
"um, actually no, not a clue - how else am I gonna get it off your cock?
Are you just gonna let it drop off? Won't that waste it?" Pedro looked at
me exasperatedly - "Chico, I'll fuck it into you". "ohh", I replied as I
finally put two and two together. I won't lie, sometimes I can be a little
bit on the "slow-fucker" side of things.

With that Pedro grabbed the tray out of my hands and said "push your ass
back here chico". I pushed back along the bed to him, ass in front of his
cock. Pedro balanced the tray on this chest at the end of his bed and
reached underneath to pull up some body-glide - a silicone lube that's
brilliant for fucking but you never get out of the sheets. Normally some
stupid factoid like that would make me tense up just a little - those tiny
nagging worries that build up and stress you out of having a decent
shag. Now I couldn't give the slightest tiniest fuck, I didn't even think
about the fact that this would have be bareback and I normally hardly ever
barebacked and only with people I intimately trusted. Still there was a
part of me that bubbled up and said "so let me get this straight Pedro, you
are gonna fuck me with that lube and a line of coke - is that really
doable?" Pedro chuckled and said "you're in safe hands chico. I know the
right amount for your ass and you'll feel a whole new type of high" Then he
took my right hand and said "but you should go first" and rubbed some lube
on my finger and then put a bump on my index finger. He directed my hand
behind my arched back, "now guide that into your hole chico!"

With Pedro's guidance I started to push my fingers into my spit-slick hole
rubbing the coke and lube into my pucker. The coke and lube were such
opposite textures, slippy and gritty and it felt great, no, it was "right",
and I started to get off at the idea of my fingers getting in past my tight
pucker, one, then two, then three. As I was fitting the third finger into a
comfortable finger fucking rhythm - I was suddenly fascinated by the way I
could keep balance with a hand pushing fingers up my ass. Time seemed to
slow down as my entire body was swaying with the finger fucking pulse and I
was following every groove of my knuckles when Pedro's voice started to
come from what I though was another room. "You're a complete natural chico"
he smiled, "mama china, she obviously loves you, and I know just the way
we're gonna say thank you, now come to papi". I took my fingers out and got
to the end of the bed where Pedro was. Pedro enfolded me in his strong
tattooed arms and pulled my hand to his face. He sniffed deep, "mmm chico,
you smell tasty" he said and then guided my hand down to his cock. I reused
my lube on his cock and then turned and bent over the bed again. I pushed
my cheeks back just under his cock. Then Pedro squirted a bit more lube on
his uncut 9 incher and started to rub his cock all up and down my ass
crack. Time slowed down again for me as I felt the tingle of every deep rub
from his cock against my pucker. I needed him inside me. We needed to be
one. I needed to feel his cum deep inside me.

Pedro looked at me, I was turning back to watch him grind against me. His
upper lip curled as he looked from my face to my rocking asshole. "Mm you
like that chico," he groaned, biting his lip. He put his hands on my ass
slowing down my movement, "now I want you to stay still for minute". He
found the coke and lined his rock hard dick with the thick remainder of the
last two lines. He reached back to get his phone and recorded himself
pushing in the head of his cock - coated with coke. "Aye I can feel it go
in" I grunted, to which Pedro quipped "I fuckin' hope so", I responded, "I
mean the coke on top of your cock man". We laughed and I just let the sheer
wave of pleasure as his 9 incher kept shoving through my sphincter up to my
prostate - filling me and expanding, filling and rubbing and pulling back
slowly and then pushing back a tiny bit quicker.

Meanwhile the coke was starting to make my ass numb at first. Pedro tossed
me up his phone. "Press play" he said and I started to watch my pink hole
with a coke covered cock get fucked. "It looks like a double dipper" I
laughed, but Pedro didn't hear me or maybe he didn't get the reference -
double dippers were these paper packets of sherbet you got in the UK and
some of Europe, with separate raspberry and orange sherbet compartments and
a yellow candy stick that you licked and dipped into them one by one to
lick off the sherbet. I could hear myself saying "Aye I can feel it going
in". Pedro continued to serve my ass pumping in and out a slow regular pace
now. It was hot to watch this ass - I mean - my ass get chem-fucked by this
thick juicy cock. I looked away from the phone and turned back and saw him
- head thrown back to look at the ceiling, hands up to tweak his nipples,
muttering to himself "fuck yeah this is a tight puta pussy" as his hips
went on and on, slowly auto-fucking his chems into me. He was in his own
euphoria. I turned back to the video. The file had finished, I exited the
file and saw the other movie files show up beside it, a lot of their
previews pink and orange from some other close-up on a bodypart - more
homemade porn? I clicked on one thinking "he won't mind", and quickly saw a
familiar face - Andrew my fuck buddy!

Pedro started to pick up the pace. A steady ball-slapping fuck at this
stage - the pleasure from each thrust hit that reward centre in the back of
my brain and rolled down my back. "Oh yeah", I groaned, "shove your cock
deep in me! Pound my ass!" As I jolted from the fucking I pressed the play
button. I thought, this way I can include Andrew even if he's not here. The
video was jerky (or maybe it was the fact that I was being punch-fucked by
Pedro while I watched it) but showed my fuck buddy's face - who was an
auburn-haired catholic lad from Belfast over here to get a bit of distance
from the place - who could blame him? Building a fancy Titanic museum
doesn't even begin to paper over the cracks in that broken city. The video
panned back to show him being fucked in the same bed I was in, but not by
Pedro, but some other white lad with a northern Irish accent who was
smacking his already-bright red ass. I guessed Pedro was enjoying filming
him too much to be currently taking part. The coke and fucking won back my
complete attention and I laid the phone down by my side. At this stage
Pedro was pulling his cock out almost fully and then shoving it all the way
back in - punch fucking as I call it. It really pounded my asshole's nerves
- my ass was on fire. The pace of the punchfucking increased Pedro had hips
like a fuckin' eel. My head was being push further into the bedding and I
muffled out "Just keep fucking me" as my prostate started to swell. From
the phone I heard "Choke on my cock ya dirty Taig-cunt" and almost got
completely derailed from my building climax. Y'see - Andrew loved a bit of
roleplay - specifically protestant/catholic dom/sub roleplay - he tried to
get me into it but I could never keep a straight face.

One great thing about coke, you only have to remember your sexy situation -
being topped by a hot Spaniard who's chem-fucking your ass into oblivion,
and you're there 100% focussed again. Pedro was stiffening inside me, his
sweat dripping onto my back, to run down my ass and get fucked into me by
his insatiable tool. He had both feet on the bed on either side of my knees
and was resting his hand on my shoulders as he fucked me a type of doggy -
doing squats to dip his dick in and out of my tingling ass. We both were
past our usual stamina at this point.

I urged him on, "fuck yeah Pedro, I'm almost ready". He looked me looking
back at him and grinned. Then he started pounding my ass like a
man-possessed. I couldn't keep up with him and it was in a very short time
he started breathing low and heavy. He grabbed my hips and muttered
something in Spanish and then I could feel his cock fill up and shoot out
hot cum straight into my ass.

Time slowed down with as he came, my energy and his energy joining, the
coke sending everything electric, the cum - we were one being, blissed out
on life.

Beside me the phone display showed 6.45pm. Oh fuck.....