Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2015 03:35:38 +0200
From: shangarron@gmx.de
Subject: Glasgow Tales 1

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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Parts of this come from my real experiences. Parts are fantasy.
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Alright lads? My name's Stuart. I'm from Skye originally but moved to
Glasgow like most of my mates, cause there's fuck-all to do in Skye and
even less to shag. A few years back I was back visiting and I bumped into
the mother of an old school friend of mine Bill. When she heard I was
moving house, she was delighted and asked if I would stay with Bill for a
while. She was worried about Bill's choice of friends and it was a fair
request. Bill had hit weed pretty strong in college and had dropped out of
a computer science course for part-time jobs as a lighting rigger for shows
in the city, full-time job as a stoner.

Bill lived in a slightly run-down part of Glasgow, in a beautiful old
redbrick house with Georgian windows and crappy insulation - I'd been over
there once or twice for some great nights smoking my brains out with my
straight mate. His mum was right though, his current crowd was full of
right dobbers and pissheads! Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed a toke or
two. At this stage I hadn't tried much else - a bump of speed once and a
few pills if I could get them. However, unlike Bill I didn't arrange my
life around drugs. I kept myself fit by joining a canoeing team in college
and did some climbing too. At this point just after my Masters, I was 24,
dirty blond, pale-as-fuck skin (thank you Scottish weather), lean with
defined muscles and if I tensed-up enough, I had a six-pack. After I got
the call from his mum, I called Bill to ask him how he was and if he knew
of any rooms in his area.

"Aye lad, yeah sorry I forgot to mention it, there's the room going here"
he drawled, "but you'll have to be ok'd by the landlords first, but you'll
have no bother with them" he continued with a bit of a leery tone. I
replied "what do you mean?" I could hear him stop for a toke, hold it,
release, and then continued, "they're poofs like you man, you can probably
talk to them about fuckin' flower arrangin' or some shite" I laughed "haha,
fuck you, ya wee gob, I still remember your stamp collection phase". He
spluttered with that comment "not a word of that now, if we're to be
housemates, no leaking of any dirty secrets!" I chuckled, "well put in a
good word for me and I'll see about "forgetting" certain key facts about
Scotland's 1998 philatelist-to-watch award winner". After a few more
friendly jibes, Bill told me he'd call them and get them to give me a text
with an appointment in the next few days.

The following Saturday I got a text "Hi this is Davie, Bill's landlord,
Would you able to pop by at 7 tonight?" I groaned a little cause it was
midday and as I had just arranged a shag with this fit guy I met through a
fuck-buddy of mine - Pedro. At least I was told he was fit. My fuck buddy
Andrew being a total slut that he was, had to cancel a shag last minute,
and suggested to Pedro that he could get him a replacement. When I got the
text that morning I chuckled. Only Andrew would be considerate enough to
think of my hole, I thought - although granted, Pedro sounded pretty fit -
36, Spanish, good body, a bit sleazy, 9" cock with a slight curve, top. Ok
maybe it was the last part I was happiest with. A drag queen from the local
shows used to say "Glasgow is like American Apparel - you can never find a
decent top!" And I was due to meet this top at 4pm about a ten-minute walk
from Bill's house. "Fuck it" I thought, "I am not turning down some prime
Spanish meat for this meeting, I'll get fucked by him and then meet Davie,
and then afterward I'll go back for more!"

My contact from Pedro had been minimal, I was interested what he meant by
sleazy. I just got a message from a blurry torso with rose tattoo on the
left pec on Grindr saying "I hear Andrew's recommended you as an animal in
the sack, looking forward to later" and an address. At 3.50pm, I got to the
apartment at that address and got buzzed in - from the stairwell I saw his
door was ajar. I walked in and closed the door behind me and heard a voice
"In here Stuart!". I followed the voice to a bedroom and opening the door I
saw Pedro, naked, kneeling on the bed facing me, with one hand smoking a
joint and with the other stroking his beautiful cock. He had deep golden
skin, a shaved head and a fit body with some tattoos. There was the rose on
his left pec and more colourful tats on both arms and legs. If this was the
United States I'd bet people would be be checking their wallets, but here
in grey, dull Glasgow he was exotic. He smiled at me, "hey chico, wanna
suck on this". I took my bag and jacket off and walked over to him, "hi
Pedro", I said "your pictures don't do you justice". He smiled, took a drag
and then pulled me by my shirt-front and kissed me, giving me a blowback
from the joint as he did. "It's all yours boy, enjoy the ride" and pulled
me down to his cock.

Pedro's cock was darker the rest of him and his black pubes were kept trim
but were still a bit curly. Kneeling in front of the bed I held his growing
cock and started to rhythmically stroke it to full hardness while I got my
shirt off with the other hand. I licked the velvety skin of the shaft and
took his cock head in my mouth. I only started with the first third of his
cock and my mouth felt almost full. His cock was thick, a bit salty and
juicy, with a long foreskin I played with a little as I pulled him into a
better position. As I started to tug at my jeans Pedro said "Don't be in a
hurry boy", and started rubbing my face against his cock, "now show me
those cock-sucking skills I've heard about". His cock was getting longer
and harder in my hand and mouth, sticking out with a curve to the right. I
smelled his clean but strong scent -I fucking love a good sweaty guy! I
started to move my head down him. As we got into it, I made my signature
move - when you put the tip of your tongue up to the roof of your mouth
(like when you say the letter L) and hold it firm while the cock moves back
up to push past it in your mouth. Then as it breaks past the tongue, the
tongue is quickly slid underneath the shaft - rinse and repeat. Pedro was
loving it "Aw yeah chico, do more of that!" I gripped his brown ass and
licked a finger to rub his hole, but Pedro said "no dude, I ain't gay for
that kinda shit". "Oh great" I thought, "another closet case", but the dick
was right - it just fit beautifully in my mouth, soft and firm, pumping in
and out. My mouth, his dick - they were like custom designed for each
other. I got into a rhythm with Pedro, with him moving his hips as his
cock-head increased pace and started pummelling the back of my throat. I
took ages slurping and sucking his cock, occasionally licking his taint and
balls - this Spaniard was loving the attention, but wouldn't let me rim
him.

I'd take little breaks to swallow all the extra spit that had built up and
one of these Pedro passed me the spliff again. "Up on the bed chico" he
said, and started to help me out of my trousers. At this stage the effect
of the joint was making me more relaxed and sensual. I shucked off my
trousers and shoes and grabbed Pedro and kissed him passionately, tongues
battling it out and invading eachother's mouths. "Thank fuck he's got no
hang-ups about kissing" I thought to myself, and revised my notions about
him being an "MSM" (straight men who lie to themselves that shagging men
doesn't make them gay or bi) and thought he was just a top who knew what he
wants. Much better. I tasted something acrid in his mouth, and pulled off
him to say "what have you been drinking? Window cleaner?" He smirked at me,
"close", he said, "you had G before?" I'd heard of G but never tried it. I
knew it was easy to overdose on it so I shook my head, "maybe later" I
replied.

He kissed me down my chest, stopped at my briefs to pull out my semi-hard
cock and gave me a few cursory welcoming licks, but as a consumate bottom I
knew what he was looking for and twisted myself round to put my ass on
display. My ass is pretty fucking beautiful if I do say so myself. All my
climbing work has given me a firm white ass with a bright pink pucker I
keep shaved. As he inched my underwear off and I spread my cheeks I heard
an intake of breath "Dios mio, what a fucking culo" I turned my head to see
Pedro taking in my "rear-view". He dove in to my ass with his mouth.
Lapping and sucking. He did stuff to me that I can't quite describe and I
wish I'd asked him later so I could improve my own technique - but fuck
yeah he was good. He used his tongue in a way it felt like his tongue was
fucking me but also knew just the right amount of finger to mix in with the
rimming.

"Mmm, oh chico, this ass is art! You should become an ass-fucking-model. He
made those photographer "frames" with his thumbs and index fingers jokingly
and then said "this china-white ass deserves a photo!" I quipped "as long
as my face isn't in it, I'm game". Pedro looked at me with a devilish
smirk, cock at full attention, while rummaging around his room for a
camera, "what else are you game for, china-white chico?"

Now I'm not naive by a long shot, and I know that in Scotland and the rest
of the UK at least "China-white" used to be a term for cocaine, there was a
club in London named it as well, so when Pedro pulls out a giant bag of
white powder with his camera and places it on the tablestand, I try to just
wryly raise an eyebrow - who knows maybe I came across suave and worldly,
maybe I looked like I had a facial-tick. I was pretty stoned by then and so
was Pedro. This was a huge bag of coke - we're talking at least 500 grammes
- like the stuff you see on television, not in a two-bed apartment in
Glasgow. I half-expected some officer to magically appear with a knife to
cut the bag and rub some on their teeth. "That's a lot of coke Pedro" I
said, as levelly as possible. "No shit chico, and I want to snort some
china-white off that china-white as of yours" he said with a gleam in his
eye. It was about then that I realised his pupils were fully dilated. I
laughed "you've been sampling this a bit already, haven't you?". He just
laughed too, and brought out a tray and poured out a bit and started
crushing it and making it into lines with a credit card. As he took out a
plastic straw and cut two short lengths, I knew then I was going to be
snorting coke for the first time. He looked up at me and said, "you game
China-white?"

There was a clock on the wall and it was reading 4.20 (I took a drag of the
spliff) and I asked, "Pedro, you can do it, but I've to meet my landlord at
7. How long does coke last?". Pedro immediately realised I was a
coke-virgin and bringing over the tray said "don't worry Stuart, it'll be
just a mild buzz like coffee by that time". Lying bastard.