Gay Meth Addict: Out of a Sex Club and Into a Fist
Slammed: a Memoir — Chapter 10 Part 2
Warning: Includes sexually explicit scenes and descriptions of domestic abuse.
When I entered the play area of the sex club, I felt like Cinderella arriving at the ball. A dozen or so faces turned to regard me, a new toy to play with. Several liked what they saw. I made my way through the center of the room flanked by slings, glory holes, and various levels of cushioned surfaces, all bathed in shadows cut by lights of reds, blues, and purples. The first guy I played with was even a perfect gentleman, asking my permission to fuck me, which I granted.
With the slam prior to our arrival still charging through my veins, for the next couple hours I was almost literally living my porn fantasy. I was playing on what had been the set for one of my favorite porns, Chi Chi LaRue’s Manhattan Sex Party, a veritable cornucopia of muscle and trade sucking and fucking. With porn being a tweaking requirement at all times, I’m surprised I hadn’t worn out my VHS copy.
A young brute had coaxed me down onto a mattress that lay inside a cage. After enthusiastically feeding on his cock, I flipped over and offered myself up to him. I hung onto the cage bars as he began taking me from behind. Through those bars came another delicious looking…
