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Finally, my shift was almost over. It was Saturday night, and I was waiting for my last table to leave so I could cash out and leave. The shift had gone very well, considering that I hadn't slept at all the night before. I had been up all night getting fucked by every hard and willing cock I could find at the Chute. And I was planning on doing it again tonight.
Of course, I could not have stayed awake that long and still been able to work without some chemical assistance. I had been partaking of some of the very potent meth available in Phoenix during that time. As I describe in earlier chapters, the meth made me crave cock and fueled my slutty pursuit to find as many guys as possible to fuck me.
As I ran around fetching drinks and food and chatting up my customers, I thought about why being slutty turned me on so much. I was no stranger of being an object of desire for men. I was fortunate to be a conventionally attractive guy. I was 6' and 190# with a 32" waist. I lifted weights regularly and had a muscular build. I got frequent compliments on my green eyes. I kept my dirty blonde hair short and had a goatee. I had pierced nipples with blue titanium hoops and my tongue was pierced.
Before I became a PnP cum slut bottom, I had had been having sex with men since my freshman year in college. I had usually been a "straight" no-reciprocation top type, looking for guys who would suck me off and let me fuck them without expecting me to suck them or get fucked in return. When I wasn't partying with meth my uncut cock was 8" and the men I hooked up with loved deep-throating me and having me fuck them. Although I started out playing safe, I had discovered the pleasure of fucking a willing ass bareback long ago and I loved shooting a load of cum inside a horny bottom.
The first time I got spun I was seized with an overwhelming craving for cock and cum. The meth made me switch roles completely. Now I was constantly thinking about big, hard cocks. I loved sucking men to get them hard and then bending over and presenting my willing asshole for them to fuck. I got a huge thrill from having men cum in my ass.
As young, attractive guy with a nice cock, I had definitely been an object of desire for the men I hooked up with. And that was flattering. But some how being desired by the horny men who fucked me was more thrilling and more erotic. I don't know why it was different to be desired as a bottom instead of a top, but it was.
Earlier in my gay sex journey, I looked for guys that didn't expect or want reciprocation. Once I because aware that there were cocksuckers who would happily swallow a load without ever wanting me to touch their cock and guys who would let me cum in their ass and then pull up their pants, thank me and walk away, I looked for those guys.
Now I was the guy looking for the no-reciprocation tops. Because Tina rendered my cock useless I just wanted to pleasure their cocks. I didn't want anything in return. And that was what made it so incredibly slutty and taboo and thrilling. Especially since I had once been the "straight" guy getting my cock wet and now I loved finding those guys and milking their load out of them.
I was also a total size queen. I chose my partners based on their cocks, not their looks or their bodies. I think part of that was that I wasn't romantically attracted to men. Early on I identified as a straight man who happened to have sex with men for fun and convenience. Then meth turned me into a cock hungry slut. At that point I felt like must be bisexual (its hard to continue to claim to be straight when you have been begging guys to fill your ass with cum), but it was really the cock that I was chasing. I would take a hung guy with a plain face and an unremarkable body over a handsome guy with a smaller cock any day.
There was something very primal and addictive about bring sexual pleasure to a horny guy with a big cock. Part of it was the complete role reversal. I had been a no-reciprocation type top. I didn't want to suck cock in return. I didn't like to make out with guys. When I started out, I just wanted my cock sucked and to fuck a hot and willing hole and to cum and go.
I was also very turned on by the power of being an attractive slut. Apparently, I was already getting a reputation at the gay bathhouse The Chute as the hot guy who took on any and all horny tops. It was intoxicating to be able to give myself to a horny guy and drive him wild with lust and then let him drain his balls in my ass.
I also got a taboo thrill from the double life of being a closeted bareback slut. I was at work with the remnants of cum from a bunch of guys in my ass. I was going to go out and find a bunch more to fuck me and it was my dirty secret. That was hot.
I was going out for more PnP (party and play) after work. If all went according to plan, I would have a buddy to hang out with. Before work I had connected with a ... "purveyor of unlicensed pharmaceuticals" who was a friend of a friend. We had hit it off and planned to go out after I finished work and go to the gay bathhouse.
I clocked out and went to call my friend from a pay phone (this was 1999-2000 and I didn't have a mobile at that time). I crossed my fingers that he still wanted to hook up. Fortunately, he seemed as excited about it as I was and told me that he would come pick me up.
I short time later Daniel pulled up and I hopped in his car. I had finished my shift earlier than usually would have on a Saturday -- it was about 11:00 when Daniel picked me up. As we drove, he asked me what I wanted to do that night. I told him that I was horny as hell and just wanted to party and look for cock. He said that he had some ideas for us. But first, he suggested that we stop by his place. He said I could take a shower and get cleaned out if I wanted. I thought that was a great idea.
Daniel lived alone in a nice apartment. We went in and he offered me a drink. I accepted a Gatorade. Meth completely eliminated my appetite for food, but I was thirsty and wanted to stay hydrated.
Daniel got out a very nice glass bong, a torch, and a baggie of meth. He told me to check it out. The crystals were huge and translucent. He said that he had a new supplier who produced the best stuff he ever had. He filled it with fresh water and loaded a large bowl full of shards. We took turns taking deep hits and sharing the potent vapor back and forth as we kissed. Daniel had porn playing on his big screen TV. It was bareback porn. Daniel said that it was about a cum dump bottom who was trying to collect 50 loads in a weekend. It was very hot. The guy was getting fucked in cheap hotel rooms, in adult bookstore video booths, and in outdoor cruisy venues.
Daniel said I could take a shower and get cleaned out. He had a hand-held shower attachment in his bathroom, and he showed me how I could take the shower head off the hose and attach my clean out hose instead. I made sure that I was squeaky clean inside and out. This time I had remembered to bring deodorant and my toothbrush, so I was nice and fresh when I was done. I went out to find Daniel.
He was working at his coffee table in the living room. He showed that he had a baggie of empty gel caps. He said that he was going to make some meth "pills" that we could take if we were somewhere we needed to be discrete. He also had a bunch of baby syringes and he had loaded them up with shards as well. He had a little squeezed bottle of what he said was distilled water. All that had to be done was add some water in the syringes and we had booty bumps ready to go. He also had a travel bag with pipes and a torch.
I asked Daniel what was on the agenda. He asked me if I wanted to go to the Chute or if I wanted to go to Flex. He said that Flex would probably be super busy on a Saturday night. I said that wherever I could find a bunch of guys with big cocks to fuck me was where I wanted to be. Daniel said we should go to Flex. He said that he had some customers that would probably be there and that we could party with them.
I had been to Flex a couple of times, when I was only looking to fuck and seed a willing ass. I had tended to prefer The Chute, but Daniel told me that we would have fun at Flex tonight. As we drove there, he told me that the crowd at Flex was more geared towards "pretty boys" and kind of more upscale. He said that there was kind of a cliquey vibe sometimes and that guys that weren't as conventionally "hot" could tend to be ignored. But, he said, it was the place that guys from out of town would go to. In part, because it was a chain, with locations in other cities and had good online advertising. He said that, since we were in the height of the tourist season for Phoenix, there should be a lot out of town visitors in addition to the usual local crowd.