A New Insatiable Cum Dump Slut Arrives in Phoenix Ch. 1.
Turning Point -- From No Reciprocation Top to PNP Cum Dump Power Bottom Part Two
The fist part of this story was published as Ch. 18 of my other series, Evolution of a Cum Slut. That series jumps around in my personal timeline and describes how I started my gay sex journey as a "straight" top who liked to get sucked off and fuck guys but didn't want to reciprocate and progressed to having been fucked a couple of times and eventually discovering that "partying and playing" (PnP) made me into an insatiable bottom who craved big hard cocks and wanted to be filled with as much cum as I could get.
I decided to publish the other chapters in this new series.
All sexual acts described in this story are between consenting adults over 18 years of age.
As I mentioned in Part One, after that one time I bought what turned out to be some shitty meth from people I met in a bar, I did not have any more experience with what I would later learn was called PnP, for "party and play" until I moved to Phoenix.
I moved from Tucson to Phoenix in 1999. I got a job first serving and then serving and bartending at a very busy restaurant in Paradise Valley. I lived in an apartment in Scottsdale.
I, of course, started exploring the venues for anonymous gay sex. I lived not far from Zorbas, an adult bookstore in Scottsdale. I went there and was very happy to find that it was very busy and that the staff was very much turning a blind eye to the fucking and sucking that was going on there.
I went there often. Without the influence of "party favors" like meth I was still a mostly no-reciprocation top, just looking to blow a load, preferably deep in someone's ass. It was easy to find willing takers at Zorbas.
The video arcade at Zorbas was a large square room. When you entered there was a row of booths down the right and left walls and a double row of booths in the center of the room. The booths were pretty big, and had padded benches to sit on. None of the booths had gloryholes, alas, but they did have small, square windows between the booths at crotch height. When adjoining booths were occupied and videos were playing, the glass in the "glory windows" went from opaque to clear and the guys in the booths could see each other.
The windows were great because they allowed guys to check each other out and get an idea of what each was looking for. You could invite a guy to come to your booth by signaling.
The video booths had a large selection of videos, gay and straight. At that time (1999), as far as I was aware, there were no "mainstream" porn producers making gay bareback videos. There was starting to be some straight "creampie" videos with internal cum shots in pussies and asses, and those were the ones I would usually watch. I hated watching porn with condoms and internal cum shots were much more of a turn on that the traditional pull out-and-shoot-cum finishes that were traditional in porn.
I would find a booth, start my video, and get my cock out. I am uncut, about 8" and fairly thick. I have been complimented on my cock by many guys. At that time I was 25, and I lifted weights regularly. I am 6', and at that time about 195#, with a strong, well-muscled physique and a 32" waist. I am blonde, with green eyes and I had a goatee. I also had both nipples pierced and my tongue pierced. I never had any problem finding guys who wanted to service me when I went out cruising. I was conventionally handsome and had also had sex with about 50 women by that time, in addition to the hundreds, maybe thousands of guys I had hooked up with.
By that point, I knew what I was looking for when I went out cruising. I wanted a guy who would deep throat me and then let me fuck him and cum inside him.
At that point, if you asked me I would have told you I was "straight". I did not have any sexual attraction to men outside of being turned on by certain sex acts. I did not check out men on the street. I didn't like to kiss men. kiss men. I didn't like to cuddle with men. But I knew that there were a bunch of gay men who loved to suck cock and who loved to get fucked. And I loved to help them out with that. And even though I was not romantically attracted to men, there was a lot of things I like about having sex with men.
Anonymous sex with strangers for pure recreation was a huge turn on. It was also a huge turn on that I could find men that loved cock so much they would suck me and let me fuck their asses and then thank me afterwards. I loved how slutty men could be.
Since I wasn't physically attracted to men, when I hooked up I prioritized guys who had a good, safe vibe, had good hygiene, and who were ok with the fact that I didn't want to reciprocate by sucking them off or letting them fuck me. I didn't want to be a selfish asshole and leave a guy hanging, so I looked for guys who wanted to take my load and continue on without having an orgasm themselves. I left the guys who wanted reciprocation to find guys who wanted that too.
I got sucked by and fucked many men in Zorbas over my first months in Phoenix. As always, I was interested and sometimes surprised at how many straight acting guys loved to suck cock and get fucked. Many a married man has swallowed my cock to the hilt and then presented his ass for me to fuck.
Bareback sex was definitely common, even with the married guys. Most would ask if I was "clean" and I would tell them I was. They were eager and ready to lube up my cock and their assholes and let me fuck them without more discussion than that. It was very rare that I was asked to pull out before I shot my load. I would warn a guy when I was about to cum. I definitely didn't want to pull out to cum, but I also didn't want to cum in someone who wasn't ok with it. Sometimes a guy would ask me to pull out and finish in their mouth. That was also very slutty and hot. I deposited my cum in 5 -- 10 men a week during that time.
During one whispered conversation in a booth after I fucked a guy and shot my load in his ass, he asked me if I had ever been to the bathhouses in Phoenix. I said no. He told me I should check them out because as a good looking, well hung top, I would be very popular there.
I decided to take his advice. I looked up gay bathhouses in Phoenix online and there were two: Flex and The Chute. I went to Flex first but started going to both of them. Overall, The Chute was my favorite. It was closer to my house and I always found what I was looking for. There I would walk around naked, with only a towel, and let various guys suck my cock and ride my cock until I was ready to cum. If I was especially horny I would stay until I could cum again.
One night at the Chute I met a guy in one of the video rooms. He sucked my cock in the video room for a while and then invited me back to his room. He was older than me, probably late 30s. He looked a bit like the musician Yanni. He had dark hair, dark eyes and a thick mustache. He was shorter than me, probably about 5'9". He had very little body hair.
The regular rooms at The Chhute were about the size of a decent walk in closet, with a "bed" that was a platform along one wall topped by a narrow mattress with a industrial type fitted sheet on the mattress. My new friend introduced himself as Henry. I gave him my "cruising name" -- Jack.
He sucked my cock for a while. He was a skilled cocksucker. He quickly had me fully erect and he could swallow my cock to the base effortlessly.
"Do you like to fuck". I told him I loved to fuck. No mention of condoms from either of us. He produced some poppers and a pill bottle like a prescription would come in from a bag. He showed me that he had some Vaseline in the bottle. I had never fucked using Vaseline as lube at that that time, but was up for whatever. He smeared some on my cock and on his asshole. He knelt o the edge of the bed and I stood behind him and lined up my cock.
He sniffed his poppers as I pushed my bare cock into him. He offered me some but I declined. He was obviously an experienced bottom. And he had probably already been fucked that night. I was able to get balls deep in him with a couple of strokes. I wasn't in a hurry to cum, so I fucked him with slow steady strokes. That rhythm let me enjoy the feeling of having my cock in a tight and welcoming ass without being in danger of passing the point of no return. In the dim light of the room I could see that he had a hairless asshole and cock and balls. I enjoyed the sight of my thick cock being gripped by his ass.
After a while he asked if it was ok to take a break. I said I was in no hurry. We sat and both smoked cigarettes. He asked me if I liked to suck cock or get fucked. I told him that I mostly topped and looked for guys who were ok with me not reciprocating. I did tell him that I did suck cock occasionally and had been fucked before.
"Do you party?" I was instantly intrigued. I told him that I had partied in the past but it had been a while. He said he had some "party favors" if I wanted to have some. Feeling deeply uncool, I asked him what he was talking about.
"Crystal. Have you done crystal before?" I told him I had done meth a couple of times, but the stuff I had was more like a dirty white powder.
"That was shitty stuff. I've got great stuff. Want some?" I said I'd love to try it.
He produced a glass bong from his bag. I was no stranger to bongs -- I had been smoking week daily for years. But this one, instead of the type of bowl that would hold weed, had the glass orb with a small opening that I recognized from a meth pipe. He produced a tiny baggie and showed it to me. It contained what looked like translucent shards of broken glass. He used a piece of a straw to fish some out and put them in the bowl of the bong.
Then he used a lighter to melt the stuff in the bowl. As it melted it turned to smoke. He took a deep hit off the bong and held it, then motioned for me to kiss him. He exhaled the vapor into my mouth for me to inhale. I held it and exhaled. Even with the second-hand hit, I could feel the effects immediately. I was filled with energy and euphoria. He gave me my own hit off the bong and I shared it with him. We alternated taking the hit and sharing the hit. Soon I was very, very high. WAY higher than I had ever gotten with the stuff I had in Tucson.