I met him at a late-night party where the lights were low and the music was just a thump in my chest. I was twenty-two, straight-curious as hell, and had never touched meth before. He was older, lean, with that hungry look in his eyes. We talked for maybe ten minutes before he pulled a little baggie from his pocket and asked if I wanted to try something that would make everything feel ten times better.
We went back to his place. The pipe was glass, the smoke thick and chemical. First hit burned my lungs and then the rush hit like a freight train. My heart pounded, my cock got hard fast, and every nerve lit up. He watched me, grinning, already stripping. "First time on this shit?" he asked. I nodded. "First time with a guy too?" Another nod. He laughed low and dirty. "Gonna fix both tonight."
He pushed me onto the bed and yanked my jeans down. My dick sprang out, already leaking.
He wrapped his hand around it and stroked rough, no teasing. "Fuck, you're ready." I was breathing hard from the meth, skin buzzing. He dropped his own pants and his cock was thick, veined, already dripping. He spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into my ass without warning. I grunted, the burn mixing with the high until it felt good.
He worked me open fast, three fingers twisting, stretching me while he talked filthy. "Gonna fuck this tight virgin hole raw. Gonna fill you up while you're spun." I pushed back on his hand, the meth making me greedy. He pulled his fingers out, lined up his cock, and shoved in deep in one thrust. I yelled, the stretch intense, but the drug turned the pain into heat that spread everywhere.
He fucked me hard from the start. No slow build, just pounding, hips slapping my ass, balls hitting me. The meth made every thrust feel endless, my prostate lighting up with each slam. I was rock hard, cock bouncing, pre-cum flying. He reached around and jerked me in time with his thrusts, grip tight and fast. "That's it, take that dick. First gay fuck and you're already a meth slut."
I came first, shooting across the sheets while he kept drilling me. The orgasm ripped through me stronger than anything sober. He didn't stop. He flipped me onto my stomach, mounted me again, and railed deeper, using my hole like he owned it. Sweat and spit and lube everywhere. He grunted, slammed in balls-deep, and unloaded, pumping hot cum inside me until it leaked out around his cock.
We didn't stop there. Another hit from the pipe and we went again. He made me ride him, then bent me over the couch, then fucked my face while fingering my cum-filled ass. Every round was rougher, dirtier, the meth keeping us hard for hours. By the end I was sore, stretched, dripping, and already craving the next time.
He pulled out slow after the last load, cum running down my thighs. "Not a virgin anymore," he said, slapping my ass. I just lay there, body humming, already knowing I'd be back for more.
