Twenty one years of of bisexual exploration

I returned home from my work trip feeling fairly satisfied with my experiences on that trip and though I didn't get to bottom my thirst for men had been quenched for awhile. My attention turned to finalizing my divorce and my party friend and she was so sexual that once we became a thing I didn't think about anyone else and she moved in with me. For all intents and purposes we were functioning addicts and our habits were able to grow thanks to that fact and my salary. Neither of us looked or acted the part so nobody ever seemed to notice that we were always high, and we seemed to always be high. We persisted in that state for almost 2 years after my divorce until it became too tedious and decided we would get clean, and we did. After 6 months of us being cleaned we got married and moved to a beach town on the coast of Florida for her job. At this point my work space consisted of a laptop and cell phone so I was happy to make the move and for a bit things were great.About a year into our move her behavior had a sudden change. She started getting home later and later from work. She was irritable and her moods were all over. She would come home amped up and then out of nowhere pick a fight. It seemed like she was using drugs, but not the opiates we had used together, this was different. I confronted her about it,she swore she wasn't. I knew she was lying but pressing seemed to make it worse so I pretended to believe her and I pretended it didn't bother me, but it did and it wasn't long before I started thinking about men again."I'll load Scruff just to see what's available" I thought. What I found was a pleasant surprise, not only were there a plethora of men, most were my type and plenty were within a 2 mile radius. Almost immediately I was getting woof'd and struck up conversations with a few guys, one was less than a mile away and suggested I check out Grindr and I did, the options doubled. I decided it was time to be more specific with my desires and I had the luxury of being picky.The first guy I connected with that was open to my desire to give a smoking blowjob was named Steve. We chatted late on Friday night and made plans for the next morning after I dropped my wife went to work. While I was waiting for her to get ready I snuck on to confirm plans and chatted with a couple of guys. Five minutes after she left I headed to Steve's address.When I arrived I sent him an "I'm here" message and he replied "we're in the RV in the driveway, come in the driver's door". In Florida it's not all that off to see a big RV in a driveway, and I didn't find it odd he wanted to play in there rather than in his home, but "we"?! We hadn't discussed "we" this was supposed to be one on one and just oral. I messaged back "we?" And received "yeah, a buddy, he says you guys have talked and he knows you" I couldn't even guess who this was and half of me wanted to drive away immediately, but for some reason I went to the RV and slipped inside the driver's door.I was greeted by a handsome man in his mid 50s, he had a great smile and was wearing an unbuttoned shirt that showed his hairy chest and nice build, this was Steve. Looking past him however was a different story, on the couch in the back was a very overweight man in just black bikini briefs and a sleep mask moaning and squirming. The look on my face must have said it all because without prompting Steve said "don't mind him, he's just high on crystal. Want to sit and smoke some weed?" I hesitated thinking "how the fuck did I get myself into this" and hesitantly said sure.We sat at the small dining table and Steve packed a bowl and we smoked and chatted. He was good looking and made nice conversation and I had begun to relax and forgot all about Tiny (I didn't get his name) on the couch until our second bowl when he jumped up and tore off his sleep mask "I want another hit" he blurted and picked up the other pipe that was laying on the table. I had never seen meth before and never seen anyone smoke it, I was curious but knew enough about it that it didn't seem like anything I wanted to mess with. I watched as he moved the pipe in the flame then took a huge hit and blew out the pungent smoke. "Here, want a hit" he offered "I heard that makes you stay up for days, I think I'll pass" then he insisted at least Steve join him and he did. I took another hit of weed and Tiny started ranting about being horny and went into the bedroom in the back "come in you guys, I'm fucking horny" I finished the bowl of weed with Steve and we both lit cigarettes to Tony's protest "he's not a smoker, he doesn't get it" we flirted as we smoked, my hand found his knee under the table, he leaned over the table and kissed me a bit and I started to relax. "Ok so this is not how I imagined my first threesome" I thought, but decided to go with it. We stubbed our cigarettes and I asked if I could smoke in the bedroom and he said of course and we made our way in where Tiny was already laying naked tugging on what was sadly, a very small penis. Steve and I undressed and climbed into the bed. Steve was better than average but only semi erect. I crawled between his legs and lit another cigarette, I licked my lips and blew a stream of smoke at his cock then wrapped my lips around the head and swirled my tongue, his cock twitched and started to come to life. I moaned as I felt his head start to swell in my mouth and slid him deeper before taking him back out and looking up at him as I took another drag and slid him back into my mouth, moaning as I bobbed my head taking him deeper. Stopping to take another drag, I felt feminine and my cock was dripping with precum. I exhaled another stream of smoke on his cock before taking him all in my throat. I closed my eyes and gagged and backed off and took it all again. I was lost in the moment, my smoking blowjob fetish fantasy finally coming true, and in my ear I heard "yeah, that's so fucking hot, take all that cock, I can't wait for my turn" and realized Tiny was watching, I had an audience and it made me feel so dirty.I started to put on a bit of a show. I looked at Tiny as I took my next drag and then slapped Steve's cock on my face as I exhaled my smoke. Tiny came down in the bed and started kissing my neck as I sucked Steve's cock and I'm kind of embarrassed to say, but I came without anyone touching my cock. I turned and kissed Tiny then moved Steve's cock between our lips, then Tiny said he wanted to suck my cock. He was surprised to see that I had came and was still rock hard.I stubbed my cigarette and twisted my hips to give access to my cock as I continued to suck Steve and it wasn't long until I was blasting another big load in Tony's mouth. He gagged and choked as he tried to swallow and I was now like an animal in heat desperate to get Steve to cum. Apparently a side effect of meth use is not being able to cum, and also unable to keep an erection. Steve met my enthusiasm and started pumping my mouth but as he moaned nothing came out and then he gave a frustrated grunt. I kept going but he started to soften a bit and then gave up. Tiny asked for his turn so I slid over in the bed between his large things and faced his button cock "you have to get it hard" and so I tried for another 5 minutes, but at best he had maybe 3 inches of limp dick at best. My enthusiasm had disappeared and the reality that I was in an RV in a driveway of a suburban home with 2 guys that are hopelessly high and any chance of getting fucked was shot, I started to think of a graceful exit. I picked up my phone from my shorts and looked at the time "shit, I have to go" and quickly dressed. I felt a bit like an asshole, having been the only one to cum, but these two weren't going to cum anytime soon and I had been there nearly 2 hours. I thanked them and apologized for having to go and climbed back out of the driver's side.I drove home but felt discouraged, that was not how I imagined my first threesome and in the end I should have left as soon as I saw Tiny in a speedo and a sleep mask. But I was hoping for the best and I was on a mission to finally bottom.I kept chatting and found myself talking to one guy in particular regularly, but our schedules never seemed to line up. The next Saturday he was working again but there was a guy that was free that I had chatted to a few times. He was into the smoking fetish thing and wanted me to bring a joint but he really wanted to give me a massage and honestly that sounded great, my back really needed it. We exchanged pics, he had a nice cock and I sent him a pic of my ass spread showing my virgin hole.He sent me his address and I showered and gave my ass extra attention. 30 minutes later I pulled up to his house and rang the doorbell. He had a very nice house, a bit goody on the inside with statues and marble tile but a big step up from an RV. He lead me to his massage room and then he took me to his husband's office and introduced me as being there for a massage. His husband was pleasant and had company and again we headed back to the massage room."Is he OK with this?" I asked "oh yeah, of course" he replied "I just don't want to cause any problems or anything" "don't worry, we're open, now why don't you get out of those clothes and get on the table?" I stripped and climbed on the massage table and he warmed up some oil "wow, this is going to be so hot" I thought NOPE! What happened next was just a string of odd. He oiled me down, literally from head to toe. At first it was erotic, but then it was just more and more oil and no massage. I reached over and unzipped his fly and slid my hand in and started rubbing his cock, expecting the massage to start or the fooling around. His cock grew in my hand and I looked up and he had his eyes closed and was spreading more oil on my ass. "OK cool, we're getting somewhere" but after a couple minutes he patted my ass and said "there, that feel better?" And pulled away and wiped his hands on a towel. "I'll be right back" and left.I sat there naked for a few minutes until he came back. He stood at the bathroom doorway and asked about the joint I brought. I hopped down and pulled out my cigarette pack and took out the joint I had rolled and walked over to him with lust in my eyes. I got close and leaned in and kissed him, he kissed me back for a second and then pulled away "come on, we can't, he's just in the other room" "but I thought it was OK? You said it was OK" I said, shocked."just the massage, besides I can't really get totally hard, I was up all night doing meth" he whispered "I shoot it". "Jesus Christ! These fucking older Florida guys are crazy" I thought, as I got dressed. He asked if I wanted to smoke the joint and I told him he could keep it, honestly annoyed and pissed off about being covered in oil and not even getting a massage. He was excited about that and I decided it was time to make my exit. I said a quick goodbye and left. I had errands to do and I was slathered in this oil, I was sliding all over in my clothes and ready to give up. Later that night I chatted about it to the guy I had been talking to and he laughed a bit about it and promised he wouldn't do anything like that. We chatted the rest of the weekend and made plans for Monday morning. I told myself if this didn't work out I was giving up.