Date: Mon, 14 Sep 2015 15:00:49 +0200
From: Shan Garron <shangarron@gmx.de>
Subject: Glasgow Tales 3

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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Previously...  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.

As he pulled out I looked at the time -- it was 6.45pm.

Right so...  My name's Stuart and I'm about to be late for an appointment
with my hopefully new landlords. I'd just had the fuck of my life from a
sleazy Spaniard dealer called Pedro and now I was desperately trying to get
sober, get showered and get out from his place to run down to this new room
I was hoping to rent. The ironic thing was I was hoping to get this room to
keep an eye on a mate of mine who was in a bit of a drug spiral -- was that
real ironic or Alanis Morrissette "ironic"?

So how does someone get sober from coke in less than five minutes? Fucked
if I know. I had Pedro, who was chuckling to himself, looking up Yahoo
Answers for it, but half the answers were preachy fuckwits saying you
deserved what you got, and the other half telling me to meditate and not
drink coffee.

Without time for a shower, Pedro's cum still in my ass and still not having
cum yet, I pulled on my bag and my jacket and headed for the door. Pedro
looked up from his phone and said "hey chico, here take this, it might help
you calm down a bit". He tossed me a spliff, which I pocketed, and then, as
I was heading out the door, he stuck his thumb in his mouth and ran it down
to the shaft of his once-more growing cock and said "then bring that white
pussy back to me when you're finished with your guy. I have a guy lined up
tonight, but I'm not through with that ass". "You're on" I replied and
left, taking the stairs down two at a time. In my coke haze I made good
time across the city until I was at the door of Bill's place (and hopefully
soon "my place", if I made a good impression).

Bill answered the door in a rugby shirt and running shorts. At 6"2 with
bristly black hair that grew everywhere (the backs of his fingers were like
little forests), Bill could be seen as intimidating, but only if you didn't
know him. The local rough types steered clear of him, but for me, I had
grown up with him in Skye and remembered the geeky Super-Mario fanatic he
was (and still is). I found it hard to see him as anything but a lovable
stoner. Speaking of which, he stank of weed. "Dude" I said, wrinkling my
nose, "you reek of weed and your landlords are due to meet me here any
moment". He laughed and said "relax, it'll only be a quick chat I'd say,
anyways I'm out for a jog, so you've the place to yourself" With that, he
pushed past me, giving me the thumbs up, and headed down the road.

With Bill gone I looked around the house -- it was an old Georgian redbrick
that had seen better days. The room I'd be renting was at the back above
the kitchen. The kitchen being the only social room in the shared house --
the landlords Davie and Blair who lived about five streets away in a
decidedly nicer part of town, had converted the living room to another
bedroom while they worked on earning enough money to do up the entire
place. So the garden was a jungle, all the rooms smelled a little damp,
even now in the middle of summer, and it was a good thing they had Bill
there, cause he was the only one who was handy enough to keep the whole
place from falling apart.  All in all there were five bedrooms in the
place, all dirt cheap. Top floor there was Bill's master bedroom where I
hung out many a night getting stoned. Across the hall there was a
rail-electrician who worked nights and who I'd never met. Bill, in his more
paranoid stoner moments, was convinced the guy was a cop on a
stake-out. Then there was a split-level with the room for rent and a
bathroom. The bathroom-door had a post-it note on it currently, asking
people to remember to flush. That would be Sabine, the passive aggressive
bitch of a girlfriend to Stefan. The German couple shared a bedroom
downstairs and Stefan would often creep up to Bill's room late at night to
have a quick joint after his girlfriend fell asleep.  We all wondered why
he stayed with her, she must have been a demon in the sack. We used to have
fun seeing how many of her post-it notes Bill could make her write in a
day. Lastly there was Emmett, who was a "murse" -- a male nurse, and who
Bill (mainly because of his job) suspected was a fag. Like the guy
upstairs, he kept night shifts and I'd never met him.

Wondering what to do -- it was 7.05pm and my eyes were still rolling my
head from the coke-high, I went down to the kitchen and put on the
kettle. The kitchen was full of post-it notes again "Who ate my cheese???",
"This is SABINE and STEFAN's milk!!!" and the classic "Who left these dirty
dishes here???" We wondered what would happen if we ever pushed her past a
fourth question mark. I decided to make enough tea for everyone and took
off my jacket to get comfortable. Soon enough I heard a key turn in the
door.

"Hello?" I heard a voice call from the hall, as two guys came into the
house. The first guy to come was dressed in biker gear -- all black
leather. As he took off his motorbike helmet I saw he had a shaved head and
was in his late forties -- weathered, brown eyes with a little hint of grey
stubble but well built with a broad frame and serious muscle under all that
leather -- this must be Blair -- the older of the two. As we made eye
contact I saw the second man behind him come into view. This must be Davie
I thought, as the younger man (about mid thirties) pulled off his leather
jacket. He was wearing a fitted checked shirt and one of those Che Guevara
green caps over ear-length curly hair. As he turned and his bright blue
eyes made contact with mine, all I could think was "fuck, I'm in
love". Bill never mentioned his landlords were fucking hot!

As the two came into the kitchen I shook their hands and we sat down for
some tea. I kept stealing glances at the two of them when I thought they
wouldn't notice. Blair was seriously buff and after removing his biker
jacket, he was just wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt to complement his
leather pants. His gym-work must have been impeccable cause every inch of
his skin on display was an anatomy lesson. Davie was a slimmer but still
had a gym-fit build with pale skin like mine, and his face looked like it
had been lifted off a Caravaggio or one of those painters. Those bouncy
curls that framed his face with its gorgeous cheekbones... I realised noone
had talked in a while, and they were looking at me expectantly. "Um so
yeah" I started "I've known Bill from when we were kids" I could see the
two exchange curious glances. "Stuart", Davie quietly said, "we were asking
you what you did for money?"

"Oh right" I replied, "I'm currently working a landscape gardening
company. It's just me and my boss Angus". (Ok, relax Stuart -- I thought --
you don't have to give them your life story). "We do a lot of the gardens
in the area. It keeps the wolf from the door while I'm figuring out what to
do next, and keeps me fit too -- I mean, just look at these guns" as I
flexed my biceps. (Oh wait -- did I actually just say that?) -- I caught up
with myself -- it was like my mouth was running two speeds faster than my
brain. (Quick! Laugh it off and move on!) "Ahem, but I am planning to go
back to college in a year and work on a PhD in horticulture" --(ok slow
down), I continued "maybe do some work with the Botanic Gardens and so
anyways I had to move to be closer to work, Angus is a real slave-driver
(seriously dude, slow the fuck down) and Bill mentioned there was a room
going here, he just let me in just before you came, he hasn't given me a
key or anything". Davie laughed a little nervously, his eyes twinkling as
he reached across the table to me "Relax, Stuart", he said, "I can tell
since we've given you little notice to meet us and you're probably a bit
nervous" His whole look was that of a trendy student-professor type, I
think he said he worked in Caledonian or one of the others. His hand gently
touched my forearm. "now tell me, why are you all wired up?" (Fuck he
knows!) "Did Bill really give you such a terrible impression of us?" (Oh
nevermind).

I laughed and distractedly patted my hand on Davie's. "Sorry guys, you're
right, you caught me at a bad time -- I had to race across town from
another meeting, and I guess my body's still in that
Speedy-Gonzales-mode". Blair's eyebrows raised and he shot a look to
Davie. He asked "So where was it you were coming from, lad?" "Oh, em, a
sorta friend I guess" I replied.  "And does this "sorta friend" have a
name?" Blair continued. (Why all of a sudden did I feel like I was back in
Skye being asked who I was meeting by my parents, when I going off to blow
the vicar's son Aldous -- but that's another story).  "His name's Pedro" I
replied, "he's a new acquaintance I guess". Blair and Davie smiled back at
me "ah, that sorta friend" Blair laughed. Davie smirked "I knew you were
gay the second..." he took a breath "the second Bill told us on the phone".
They both broke out laughing. Smug bastards. "Well we're sorry we
interrupted your budding sorta-friendship". I laughed too, they seemed to
get me. I piped up, "and to answer your question Davie, Bill did not give
me a terrible impression and he definitely didn't tell me how fit you guys
are! When I think of a pair of gay landlords I would never have thought of
the pair of you -- I see ye both as gym instructors maybe" I quipped (ok --
tone it down Stuart). Davie looked at Blair and said "well, flattery will
get you everywhere!" Standing up, he said "well we should really show you
the room, before you make poor Pedro jealous"

With that we went up the stairs to the room. The narrow room was pretty
bare with a bed and mattress in to the right as you opened the door. To the
left was a wardrobe and chest of drawers with an ashtray on it and after
that a sink. The room's real feature was its Georgian windows facing out
over the garden and an original fireplace -- vital for keeping the place
warm in winter. Davie was just finishing "and when we renovate, that's
where the pelmet will be". I was not looking at where he was pointing (what
the fuck is a pelmet anyway?) but at the gap of pale skin he left exposed
from his fitted check shirt to his cords. Was that line a cum-gutter? Nice
six-pack Davie! And the lad was obviously packing too from the way he was
standing. `Stuart?" Davie asked me, smiling as I tore my eyes away from his
crotch, " I was asking you if you were had a boyfriend or anything? The
room might be a bit small for a couple" "Oh, no" I replied, "just a few
sorta friends" I joked. Blair was standing behind me, and reached over me
to pick up the ashtray. I could smell his spicy aftershave and thought --
If I can smell them, are they smelling Pedro right now...? "Looks like
Bill's been smoking his wacky-baccy in here again" Blair said as he emptied
the ashtray. Davie smirked, "Fuck I'd kill for a joint right now" Blair
replied "Fuck, I'd fuck for a joint right now" I laughed at the two of them
and then I thought of the joint that Pedro left me.  Blair lifted up my
jacket that he'd brought from the kitchen. "Looking for something?" he
asked, and with that he pushed me onto the bed.

"What's going on?" I asked mock-innocent, Blair pulled out the giant joint
that Pedro gave me. "What do you call this laddy?" he barked. "You don't
honestly think we hadn't realised you've been fucked up the entire time
you've been here?" Davie sat down beside me and put his hands on either
side of my face "Honestly, Stuart! Your eyes are as big as plates. Look at
me for a second". I was freaking the fuck out. "Wait", I gasped, "I can
explain". I looked up to see Blair and Davie saying something about "are we
doing this?" I immediately thought "this" was "calling the police". "Guys,
wait, look I'm sorry" I appealed to them, "You're right I've been a bit
stoned since I came here" I lied, "I thought it would calm me down, but
it's wound me up instead and now I've made a balls of the interview" I
stood up and turned to the two of them on the bed. "Please, if there's
anyway I can "unfuck-up" this meeting let me know" Blair and Davie looked
at each other and smiled. Blair turned to me and said "So you think you can
come into our home, and get baked and flirt shamelessly with the two of us,
all for what -- to get a room?" "No" I denied, "I honestly just want to
live with Bill -- he's been a friend from childhood and we get on well --
I'm never normally this baked -- I just got stoned with Pedro on a new
strain of weed, and I guess I didn't react well to it"

Davie pulled out a lighter and lit up the spliff in Blair's hands, he asked
"is this the same weed Stuart?" as Blair took a deep drag. "So let's see
what effect it has" Davie continued and with that took a drag himself, his
perfect lips drawing in the fumes, his blue eyes holding eye-contact with
me before disappearing in the exhaled smoke. "Fuck, that's strong stuff"
Blair muttered, then asked "so what else did you and your stoner friend
Pedro get up to?" I gulped, I knew where this conversation was going -- at
least I thought I did. Davie knelt up on the bed, all the while staring
straight at me. He whispered something to Blair, who, laughing, said "yeah
that's a good idea". As they were talking I realised just how fucked up I
was, my knees were actually full-on trembling! "Stuart" Blair asked, "I
want you to show us what you did with your friend Pedro, what happened
first?"

I hesitantly replied "um, I know Pedro through a fuck-buddy of mine", I
took a deep breath, and thought - well here goes nothing, "I went to his
apartment at 4 o' clock and the door was ajar. He was kneeling on the bed
waiting for me, smoking a spliff" "Like this?" Blair interrupted and
kneeled up on the bed beside Davie, taking a drag of the spliff, and then
released it and asked "and what did you do?" Both watched me intently like
cats that have their prey cornered and are just waiting for the right time
to pounce. "Fuck this" I thought to myself, "go balls deep or go home" and
facing my landlords, I quickly pulled off my top, slid off my underwear and
trousers and stepped naked in front of them. "Then I sucked his cock" I
said, and knelt down in front of them, licking my lips.

Davie's cords took no time to unbutton, and sure enough he was sporting a
sizable cock at about 7 inches but almost that again in girth -- a proper
coke can cock. As I knelt and freed his cock I looked into both of their
eyes. They were just as mesmerised by the scene as I was. Freeing Blair's
cock took a little more time -- one-handed while stroking Davie's cock it
took a while to get the strong zip on the Blair's leather pants down. It
was then I realised they were shaved their pubes. I took Davie's cock in my
mouth while looking up at both of them. I ran my fingers over the day-old
stubble up to their hard firm stomachs. Davie took a pull of the joint and
then passed it down to me. After taking a toke I swapped over to Blair's
dick. He too was about 7 inches but not as thick as Davie and with a bright
purple head. Blair pulled up his tight black t-shirt up revealing his abs
and pecs as I swallowed his cock down to the root. Davie started to play
with Blair's obviously enhanced nipples and he shuddered as I picked up
pace. "The boy sure knows how to suck cock" he said, eyes closed with one
hand grabbing the back of my head. He then started bucking into my mouth. I
gagged a little but went with it, loving how full my mouth was
feeling. Meanwhile Davie bent down to help me with Blair's cock, and we
battled it out with our mouths over it -- making a tunnel for it between
our mouths, and then we found ourselves kissing passionately. I was kissing
Davie, Bill's insanely hot landlord, unbuttoning his shirt and running my
hands over his smooth pale chest. His pillowy lips engulfed mine and his
tongue rose up to enter my mouth and I opened my eyes to see his crystal
blues staring straight back at me. I felt this odd surge of emotion through
me and it felt like Davie was feeling it as well.

When I went down on Davie's cock, Blair came around behind me and whispered
two things into my ears, "We knew you were high as soon as you started
babbling in the kitchen" and "we know it's not just weed you're on". Then
he grabbed my hair and started vigorously throat-fucking Davie with my
head. I nearly fucking choked, there were tears running down my face. "You
want this room don't you Stuart, but you need to convince us why we should
give a junkie like you a chance", he then leaned forward and looking me in
the eyes he licked the tears from my face. "I'll be your new fucking
landlord, is that what you want?" Blair whispered in my ears as he jerked
his lover off with my mouth. "What else are you on Stuart? You can tell me"
"Omghfjhddf" is all I could manage to say -- as my mouth was quite
obviously in use. "What's that?" Davie asked, jerking back my head off of
his cock. I gasped for air, and 'fessed up, "I did some coke with Pedro, it
was my first time, he said I'd be sober by the time I got to you". Davie
looked at Blair, they both blinked a few times and then erupted in
laughter. "Right" Blair said, "where's this Pedro live? We're gonna pay him
a visit someday, but not before I get my first load out. Davie, prepare the
boy" Davie looked at me, and grinned and said "well done Stuart, you've
done the right thing telling us", and then scooted to my ass and shortly
shouted up "Looks like Pedro's done some damage here" and then I felt
Davie's tongue dive between my cheeks looking for the foamy traces of
Pedro's load.

Blair shoved me onto his cock as his partner licked me clean of Pedro's
seed. I deep throated Blair's cock for all I was worth, banging my face on
his defined abs and reached a hand up to play with his pumped up
nips. Davie came up for air and got up on the bed facing away from me. "Get
down on my lover's ass boy" Blair barked and with no hesitation I dove
right in. Even though he had looks like an angel, Davie had a well-worn
hole that had seen some traffic -- This was no young twink I was playing
with. He opened quickly to my tongue and I licked off all the sweat of his
day from him. Taking my cue from Pedro's lingering ass-play I used my jaw
and worked fingers into my routine. Davie was toking the remains of the
spliff and grinding his ass back into me, loving the extra-special
attention while reaching back to grab my cock. It didn't really work so he
turned around and ducked under me 69 style, presenting his hole to me while
engulfing my cock.

While I started to rim Davie, Blair had been tasting Pedro out of my
ass. When Davie switched up the positions on the mattress, Blair spoke up
"I think the young slut has had coke up his ass -- I can taste it". I
chuckled at this point and said "yeah you got me Blair, now will you shove
something else up there?" Blair chuckled "Oh, ya finally grew a bit of a
spine did ya?" I just reached back with both hands and pulled my cheeks
further apart. "Hang on lad" Blair said, "I'll destroy ye, take a hit of
this first" and passed me on some poppers he obviously had had on him the
entire time.

After a little bit of rearranging and me fumbling with the plastic seal for
a bit, we were finally set. I was doggy-style diagonally across the corner
of the bed sticking out into the centre of the room. Davie was under me,
sucking Blair's and my cock at the same time. I took the first hit off of
the newly opened bottle. The room started to spin a bit as I reached back
to give them to Blair. Moments later when he had his hit and passed them on
to Davie, I felt Blair's cockhead at my asshole. At this stage the poppers
were properly lighting up inside me and added to the weed and coke my ass
was on fire. Blair (with Davie's guidance), got his cock about halfway up
when I needed another hit of poppers. I kept thinking this would have been
easier with a bit more lube than what Pedro left. This time I said down to
Davie, "I'm gonna finger your ass, and I want you to guide Blair in the
same way I'm fingering you". Then I licked my thumb and taking a deep hit
of the poppers I guided it down to Davie's spit-slick tunnel until I
reached halfway, then I started to pull and push slowly working my way
deeper into his well fucked hole. Seconds late I felt Blair's cock push and
pull inside me and I smiled, `that's it, yeah!" Working in two more fingers
I got the thumb, index and middle finger in to the second knuckle and
started to gentle rock them in and out of Davie's sphincter. Sure enough
Davie got Blair to follow suit, and we soon had a decent rhythm going where
I'd slow Blair down or speed him up depending on my finger-fucking of his
lover. Davie wanted more and more of me in his ass, and his eagerness lead
to me increasing the pace of my fingering and thus my own fucking. I'd say
Davie had been fisted a few times, and if I had the right lube I would have
tried it, but maybe next time.

Blair's cock, lubed with spit and Pedro's cum, felt massive inside me, I
could feel his cock swelling up against my insides. I quickened the pace
once more pulling my fingers out and then shoving them roughly back in
again. Davie grunted and then set to work getting Blair to copy my
rhythm. Blair needed no encouragement. He thrust quicker and deeper into
me, and as he got close to the point of no return, I grabbed my cock out of
Davie's mouth and pulled him around to face me. Then as Blair pounded my
ass while he came, I kissed his beautiful boyfriend and started to cum
myself. I could feel every drop of Blair's juice's hit my asswalls as I
started to lose it myself and cum a fullbody orgasm all the while looking
into Davie's wonderful blue eyes. I came all over Davie's stomach and he
chuckled at my orgasm face.  Then, looking down at the jiz he said "pity,
next time I want that inside me". I smiled, raised and eyebrow and said
"does that mean I have the room?"