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Logan - Jeremiah and MDMA
🕑 Added 2024-10-26 03:57:41 +0000 UTCMy phone buzzed with a text from Jeremiah: Bro, my cousin hooked us up!
Me: For real?
Jeremiah: Yeah, đ”âđ«letâs do it tomorrow night. Your parents are still going away, right?
Me: Fuck yeah!
Jeremiahâs cousin is only related by marriage; his uncle married his aunt when he was 4 years old, and his cousin came with that deal, so they are not very close. We know he deals weed with students on his campus, and he always hooked us up with some pre-rolls since we told him we wanted to try it. He insisted we never buy from anyone but him, and at first, I thought he just wanted our money, but I realized it was his way of regulating how often we smoked and how much. We asked him last summer if he could hook us up with MDMA, and he laughed and said, âYes, I can, and no, I wonât.â
Thankfully, Jeremiah is the pestering type, so his cousin told us, âTell you what, graduate, both of you get into college, and then Iâll hook you up before you go away to school as a graduation gift.â We agreed to the terms and conditions, and he actually came through.
Jeremiah and I have been best friends since 3rd grade; there are no secrets between us; weâve done everything and tried everything together. When he got his first girlfriend, he hooked me up with her best friend, who became my girlfriend through most of high school, even though he went through five other girlfriends. When he lost his virginity, he told me in detail every single little thing about that experience; I have no shame in admitting I jerked off to the image of Jer fucking Angela several times until I found the next horny thing to get off to.
I finally lost my virginity in my senior year of high school, on prom night like a cliche, but it was worth it. Then I kinda got lost in that relationship because sex was awesome, and I wanted to have every opportunity I could possibly get to do it with her. Which ended up being why she broke up with me. Apparently, I was suffocating her, and she didnât want that going into college in the fall.
My parents left with my younger sister at 9 am to get on the road to visit my Aunt and Uncle and wouldnât return until Sunday night. It was an 8-hour drive each way. This left the house to me and Jer for most of Friday until they returned Sunday.
Me: what time are you coming over? My parents are already gone.
Jeremiah: chill, bro, lol. I work until 3, gotta shit and shower before I come over. Marcus gave me a run down of how to roll properly for the first time. He said everyone reacts differently, so he said to make sure you shit and shower just in case you lose control, lol.
Me: Oh damn, ok, anything else?
Jeremiah: Yeah, he said to set us up in an open but confined and soft space so we donât feel trapped or get hurt if we do something stupid.
Me: Like the basement?
Jeremiah: I was thinking maybe the sunk-in living room by your dadâs study? We can get all the couch cushions and pillows from the basement and put them around like a barrier or something for safety, but then weâll be in the most open room in your house?
Me: ok, Iâll set it up and take care of business.
Jeremiah: dope! Iâll be there around 4ish.
I took a good shit and a long shower. Getting dressed in only my boxer briefs. Then, I set up the sunk-in with all the pillows and fluff from the couch in the basement, which was a massive U-shaped 9-piece sectional couch. I took it all to the sunk-in, moved the coffee table to behind one of the two white couches that faced each other so we didnât trip over it and used the downstairs seat cushions to pad the floor between the two white couches that faced each other. The six cushions formed the equivalent of a California king-sized bed, pinned between the couches so they didnât slide apart. I used the other three to form a soft wall between one of the couches and the other six cushions. I grabbed some blankets from my room to cover the white couches just in case we spilled something; my mother would kill me if I stained those things.
Jeremiah and I have smoked weed together at least once a month since the summer we turned 14. Heâs always fun to party with, and weâve been looking forward to trying MDMA together for quite a while. I never thought his cousin would come through, but tonight is the night, and Iâm pumped with nervous energy.
I looked at the clock; it was already 4, but Jeremiah was religiously late, so I ran upstairs to my bedroom and decided to take the time to rub one out. We are close, but we havenât jerked off together since we were 13, and it was so awkward the next day we never mentioned it again. So, I always try to beat off before he comes over since I need to do it at least once a day, or I get agitated easily. I pulled off my underwear and pulled my favorite porn magazine from under my bed. My 6-inch cut dick was rock hard before I opened it and flipped to my favorite story in the back. I stretched my legs and rocked my hips as I stroked myself, not trying to force myself to cum, but I definitely wanted to get there quickly.
Just as I was on the edge, I heard Jeremiah's voice and the downstairs door open.
âLogan?â He shouted.
Fuck, I jumped up and found my boxer briefs, pulling them on over my hard dick. âIâm up here, down in a sec,â I shouted, closing the bedroom door as I searched for other clothes.
âSorry Iâm late; my mom was all up my ass about finding time to sort through my closet before I leave for school. I was like, âWoman, Iâm a grown ass man, donât tell me to clean my closetâ,â he joked.
âNo way you said that to Marcia,â I laughed, coming down the stairs, my dick still chubbed enough in my gym shorts to get a glance from him.
âFuck no,â he chuckled, âShe wouldâve taken my head off,â he grinned at me, setting down his backpack.
We walked into the living room on the far side of the house.
âI closed the curtains to keep the light out and set up these party lights.â I flicked on some lights that spun with slow-moving, colorful lights that my parents got me for my 13th birthday. âI also took the liberty of setting up a dope playlist.â I showed him my iPod so he could scroll through the list.
âDang, thatâs a good list,â he said.
âYou got the stuff?â I asked like a kid waiting for candy.
He put his backpack down, unzipped it, pulled out a case meant for contact lenses, and opened it up. âOne for you, one for me,â he grinned.
âSo do we justâŠwash it down with water and let it do its thing?â I asked, a little nervous now that the moment was finally here.
âBasically. Marcus said it would take a while to kick in, so he said donât take anything else thinking itâs not working,â he laughed, grabbing a soda from the fridge.
âOh, you mean, like when we ate those brownies,â I laughed.
âBro, I warned you, and you were certain it wasnât working and had to have another,â he mocked.
âYou had another one, too,â I shrugged.
âOnly because you did,â his voice raised with a grin. âI wasnât going to let you have a better experience than me,â he said, sipping a can of Dr. Pepper.
We swallowed our doses, cheersing with soda to wash them down and then grinning at each other like the cat that caught the canary.
âOh, I need a change of clothes. Marcus said to wear non-restrictive clothing, soft material, that kind of stuff. He also said we should expect a hell of a hangover, but the more water we drink, the quicker weâll bounce back." He started pouring two tall glasses of water. He slid one to me, âChug,â he grinned.
We chugged our water and then ran upstairs to my room. I pulled out some gym shorts for him and tossed them at him. âDo you need a shirt, or do you think that one is loose enough?â
âI think itâs probably fine,â he said, dropping his cargo shorts and pointing at his boxer briefs, âDo you think these are too tight? Should I freeball?â
I shrugged, âI donât know, Iâm wearing my Calvins,â I lift the hem of my shirt and pulled down the waistband of my shorts to show him my light blue boxer briefs, âThese are really soft, which checks one box, but yeah, kind of restrictive,â I quickly spread my legs and rotated my hips, âbut it holds my big dick in place which I like,â I groped myself dramatically.
He laughed. âIâll keep them on,â he said, pulling up the shorts over his boxers. âYou know what, maybe, not this shirt, though. Do you have that tank top you got at the beach over spring break?â
âReally?â I scrunched my face.
âYeah, it was loose and colorful, the colors will be trippy as we roll,â he grinned.
I shrugged; his reasoning was sound, and I dug the tank top out and tossed it at him. I pulled out a light grey tank from my underwear drawer that I wear on lazy days around the house or to bed if I donât go shirtless. I watched as Jeremiah stripped off his shirt; heâs mixed race and has a natural tan, but this time of year, his tan is even darker, at least until you see where his waistband is sagging a bit and his tan line shows a stark contrast to his paler skin tone. I canât help but notice that in this lighting, his skinny muscles look bigger than they are. He pulled the tank over his head and let the loose fabric drop down his torso.
âWhat?â He asked.
I shook my head, pulling my tank on, âNothing.â
He grinned, âAre you feeling it already?â
I smiled. âNo,â I shook my head, grinning, and realized that I had already forgotten thatâs what we were doing.
We went downstairs and drank more water, we each took a piss.
âOh man, did I tell you, that older woman I work with, totally wants my dick,â he grinned.
My brows knit together, âOlder woman? You mean Alicea?â
He nodded.
âDude, sheâs likeâŠ24, sheâs not old,â I chuckled.
âSheâs a solid six years older than me, man, and she wants my dick,â he chuckled.
âWhat makes you think that?â I leaned on the kitchen island, expecting some ridiculous conspiracy.
âWe were closing up last night and I was at the register counting the til, she âhad to get somethingâ that was on the shelf under the register and her ponytail rubbed up against my cock, well my pants, but you know what I mean.â
I laughed, âI donât think she wants your little dick.â
He laughed, âFirst, yes, she does, and second, mine is a monster compared to yours,â he giggled even harder.
I shook my head. âI donât think an accidental rub with no tug means she wants you, but go for it. The worst that can happen is she says no, or, in your case, laughs and says no.â
âWhatever, man, youâre just mad because you havenât had any pussy exceptâŠâ
âDonât bring her up,â I huffed, âIâm over it, itâs done,â I cut him off.
âWell, I hope your right hand is treating you well,â he joked.
I held my hand up, looked at it lovingly, and wiggled my fingers independently and dramatically, âThe best Iâve had. I cum almost every time,â I laughed.
His eyebrows shot up, âAlmost? Bro, if you donât cum every time from your own handâŠyouâre doing it wrong,â he laughed.
âWell, sometimes I get interrupted,â I glared at him. He doesnât know he gave me blue balls, but fuckâŠI really wish I had finished before he came.
âMmmâŠdamn,â he closed his eyes and leaned hard on the counter.
âYou feeling it?â I smiled.
âFuck, yeah,â his face relaxed, and he lookedâŠinnocent for the first time in our friendship.
âMaybe we should move to the cushions?â I suggested.
We walked over and sat down in the middle. I sat with my legs crossed and watched as he stretched out, laying on his stomach. His shoulder muscles flexed out of the loose-fit tank top. The shape of his long, slender body was soâŠsilky. The line starting from the top of his head curved softly down his neck and then a smooth slope down to his narrow waist; it abruptly but still in a smooth curve runs up his plump ass, over the cheeks, and back down his thighs to the next curve that is his calves. Plump ass? What the fuck? I chuckled.
He grinned up at me, âYouâre definitely feeling it.â
I realized he was staring at me, and I was feeling something. A warmth, a sort of happiness, and a loving feeling for Jeremiah that is alwaysâŠkind of there, but also isnât so obvious as it is right now, I guess. Fuck, a wave hit me, and I flopped down onto my back, one knee up as I rubbed my hands through my hair. Closing my eyes tightly, then reopening them over and over.
He scooted closer to me, putting a hand on my chest, which felt extraordinary, âYou ok?â
I smiled, âYeah, maybe the lights were a bad idea.â I watched the colors move slowly and change; a trail from the colors that werenât there before was trippy and captivating. âIs it hot? Are you hot?â I tugged at my shirt a little.
He giggled, âYeah, I didnât realize it, but yeah, holy shit,â he tore the tank top off. His muscles flexed.
âDamn, man, have you been working out?â I asked. The words coming out of my mouth with no filter. I would never say that normally.
He laughed, âI have been doing a little bit. Thanks for noticing, man.â There was sincerity in his tone; he wasnât making fun of me. âI noticed your chest had gotten bigger too when you had your shirt off earlier,â he said, his hand back on my chest, rubbing my peck through the shirt, his thumb snaking under the loose-fitting fabric and his skin igniting mine.
âMmm, that feels good,â I confessed.
âIt really does, not to sound gay, but,â he giggled, âyour pecs feel awesome.â He reached over and used both hands to fondle my pecs like they were breasts.
I felt a rush going to my dick, there was no way I could will it away, so I rolled onto my stomach. He kept rubbing my back.
âYou sure youâre ok?â His voice was concerned.
âMmm, yeah, itâs intense, but feels real goodâŠreally good,â I moaned.
âJust give it a second, and it will roll into aâŠsort of valley,â he said.
I closed my eyes and let his words soothe me. His touch felt so good; my dick was hard and rubbing into the cushion underneath me.
âAre you flexing your ass?â He chuckled.
I popped my head up, âOh, shit, yeah, I guess I was,â I looked over at him, smiling, feeling the valley wash over me that he told me about.
His grin widened, âWait, were you humping the cushion?â
I felt my face flush but didnât feel embarrassed by it; that emotion seemed to be turned off. âYeah,â I admitted, stretching into a sort of upward-facing dog pose, âit felt good, and I donât know. It must be the drugs, butâŠIâm feelingâŠâ
âHorny?â He chuckled.
I guffawed, âYeah,â my face shifted into a grin, âYou too?â
âJesus, man, that was the first thing I noticed. I havenât felt this horny since the night of the red wave,â his face crunched up.
âEw, gross, man, whyâd you have to mention that,â I chuckled, letting my body fall back down, and started doing a sort of slow, face-down snow angel on the cushions, the velvety feeling of the fabric on my skin was tantalizing. The night of the red wave was a night he and his then-girlfriend had planned to have sex after a week of no masturbation from either of them and when they finally were getting into it, he had been in her for about two minutes and already close when he noticed blood and she freaked out. She got her period early and cut the sex off right then. They took showers, and he was blue-balled hard.
âBro, after she cut me off, I just wanted a minute alone to jerk off, but she likeâŠheld me hostage and kept asking me if I was ok,â He huffed.
âWell, you were being a dick that night, I remember you met up with us, and everyone noticed you were in a mood.â
He laughed, âI was fucking horny out of my mind, hadnât jerked off in a week, and got cock teased by a vagina and cut off right before I blew my loadâŠit took everything in my body not to whip it out at the table and jerk off in front of all of you.â
I laughed, still doing my snow angel and rocking my hips into the soft, plump cushion until my arm rubbed against his hairy leg. The sensation caught my attention, and I let my fingers travel up and down his shin, tracing the bone and the muscle; the weird tingly sensation of his course hair, as my fingers brushed over it, was awesome.
âMmm, that feels good,â he moaned.
I kept doing it, rolling onto my side, not caring if my hard dick was pointing out, straining the fabric of my boxer briefs; I needed to get both hands on his leg and started massaging his calf. The feeling of the muscle was so weird; itâs squishy and pillowy but felt powerful simultaneously.
âThis might sound weird, but would you give me a back rub?â He asked.
Touch his entire body? That would be awesome, âthat sounds great, actually. I feel this likeâŠincredible urge to touch you. I know that sounds weird,â I chuckled.
âNo, not at all, I feel it too; itâs definitely the drugs, though,â he laughed.
âLay on your stomach,â I told him. The armrest of the couch folded open to reveal a secret compartment where my mom has a big bottle of cucumber melon lotion she uses while unwinding in here. I pulled it out and did a barrel roll to where Jeremiah was lying shirtless. I straddled his ass, feeling my heavy balls in my shorts resting on his plump cheeks, which only reignited my erection. I squirt a few pumps of the lotion onto his back, chuckling.
âWhat?â He crossed his arms and rested his head on them.
âIt looks like I just jizzed all over your back,â I said before smearing the lotion around, leaning forward, my hands tracing his spine and then separating to rub his shoulders.
âMmm, fuck, thatâs so good,â he moaned, a sound I hadnât really heard from him before. It was much more sensual than sexual, something I imagine his girlfriends had heard before and I felt a warmth rush over me thinking how nice it was to be one of the people to hear it and be the cause of it.
The feeling of his muscles under my skin was titillating. Iâm so used to the softness of my ex, her curves, and hairless skin; this was such a great new feeling. âDude, your body feels so good,â I whispered.
âMan, I know itâs the drugs, but your hands on my body is sending me into another realm.â There was a minute of just enjoying each other's bodies, and then he said, âThis is going to sound super gay, so donât make fun of me, but I really love you,â he said.
âI love you too, Jer,â I blurted out. The wave of emotions, good emotions that I needed to share and let out so badly I thought I might cry. âOh man,â I felt an intense roll coming on. I lay flat on Jeremiahâs back. The warmth of his body was another added sensation, but I realized my hard dick was now bulging in the canyon of his ass, so I quickly rolled onto my back and off of him, covering my eyes with my arm.
âYeah, I feel it too, man. Holy shit,â he curled his body up to mine, draping his arm over my chest, putting his leg over mine, his thigh shifting high up my legs until it pushed my package up, and I felt pressure on my balls.
âMmm, IâŠIâŠman,â I mumbled, letting the intensity of the world spin around me, the warmth of his body passing through mine. The sound of his breathing, the gentle brush of his exhales over my exposed skin was soothing. Iâve never loved him more than I do in this moment. âIâm really going to miss you next year at school,â I said, feeling vulnerable, but uninhibited, giving me the opportunity to say what Iâve needed to say for months.
âMe too, man,â He snuggled tighter against me. His fluffy hair tickled my now exposed nipple as the loose-fitting tank top sifted when he laid his head on my chest. âFuck, Logan, your heart is beating a mile a minute,â he kept his ear on my peck.
âMan, Iâm rollin so hard right now; it feels so good,â I pulled my shirt off to get more air.
He started tracing his fingers along my defined six-pack, going down the center and around each one until he got to my happy trial, then he circled the waistband of my boxer briefs over to my obliques, getting a moan from me as I tried to keep my breath stable. There was no way at this point he couldnât see I was rock hard, my underwear and shorts were not trying to hide it and I couldnât control it anymore.
I felt him roll away from me and shimmy; I opened my eyes for the first time in a few minutes, seeing him slip his shorts off, now only in his American Eagle boxer briefs with a pink base and dark blue eagles all over them, his dick was clearly hard and had been long enough that there was a wet spot at the tip. I reached over and traced the outline, not really thinking that would be weird. âYouâre hard?â
He huffed, flexing his dick in his underwear under my touch, âCanât help it, these drugs are throwing my system into, like, ten thousand percent horniness,â he chuckled. âYouâre hard too,â he reached over, squeezing the bulge in my shorts.
âMmm, fuck, you gave me blue-balls,â I laughed.
âNo, I didnât,â he protested.
âNo,â I laughed, âwell, not on purpose. I was trying to jerk off before you got here, but you got here right on the precipiceâŠpresipace, prespâŠwhile I was on the edge,â I chuckled. âMmm,â he squeezed it again for me as I realized my hand was still holding his cock through his underwear, my thumb smearing his wet spot and enjoying that feeling too. âJesus, Jer, how big is your dick?â
He laughed, âI measured it a couple of weeks ago while having cyber sex; Iâm seven and a half inches,â He beamed.
âDamn, dude, youâre thick too,â I squeezed again; the weight of his cock in my hand, even supported by the cotton/spandex blend of his boxers, was impressive. Like when you pick up a trinket on a desk and itâs oddly heavy, his dick felt oddly heavy. Fuck, Iâm feeling Jeremiahâs dick. I pulled my hand off it and rubbed both hands through my hair, laying flat on my back. âFuck, I feel another roll coming on,â I moaned, flexing my muscles and grinding my hips onto the cushions so my ass rubbed around in small circles on the soft material.
âRoll onto your stomach. Iâll give you a massage; it's so good,â Jeremiah said.
I quickly rolled onto my stomach, and he straddled my legs just below my ass. I could feel his hard dick brushing just between my valley when he shifted his weight on me, which was also a comforting feeling. He jizzed the cool lotion onto my back, and I heard him lather his hands. He leaned forward, his cock definitely wedging in my ass as his weight shifted and his hands rubbed up and down my back. The feeling of his strong hands kneading my muscles was fantastic, like, on a regular day, it would feel great, but this was filling my body with warmth, relaxing my muscles, and somehow hugging my soul.
âGod, thatâs good,â I mumbled into the cushion.
As his hands came down to my 28â waist, I felt his hands wrap around me, gripping me as his thumbs massaged my lower back. I also felt his weight pushing down on my lower back which made my ass rock up, and I definitely felt his bulge rocking, no, humping into me.
âMmm,â I moaned; the feeling was new, I had never played with my ass before, and the faint touch was enough to send electricity into my body in a way my brain didnât know how to process. âFuck, this feels so good,â I moaned.
âYeah, it does,â he huffed, letting his grip on my waist tighten, and his thumbs slipped under the waistband of my shorts and underwear as he rocked his hips into my ass. Then he let out a deep breath, and he released his grip on me, and his hands traveled up my back to my shoulders. Gripping my shoulders, I felt him pull his hips into my ass as he sucked in the air. If it didnât feel so good, I wouldâve pushed him off, but fuck me if it didnât feel good. Every time he humped into me, it pressed my hard dick into the cushion, and that felt all kinds of good and made my ass muscles wrap around his bulge, which just forced a moan out of both of us.
âFuck, I wish Alicea was here; I donât care that sheâs older, sheâs hot,â I joked.
He continued his massage, âYeah, Iâll bet sex on MDMA is amazing,â he said as his hands moved back down to my waist, gripping me again and rocking his hips into my ass.
I donât know if we were both pretending this wasnât sexual or if it wasnât sexual, and it just felt sexy, but I didnât want to be the first to say something.
His fingers slipped under my waistband again; I felt his thumbs massage the top of my now exposed cheeks and, in the little cleft, all parts of my body that another man had never touched.
âYou want me to take your shorts off?â He asked, already hooking his fingers into the waistband and tugging them down.
âYeah, ok,â I lift my waist and let him pull my shorts and boxer briefs down together, my hard cock getting pulled downward before the elastic waistbands pulled free, and he yanked them down and off my legs. The air hit my exposed ass and the tip of my cock, which was hard but pointing down between my legs.
He quickly was straddling my legs again; as soon as his weight was on me I felt another intense roll from the MDMA coursing through my body. I crossed my arms and buried my head into the dark cavern they created.
âOh man, I feel another one,â He mumbled, then slowly lay down on top of me. His bare chest pressing into my back. His breath syncing with mine. His bulge planted between my now naked ass. âFuckingâŠhell,â He giggled, slipping his arms under my armpits and back up to my shoulders, gripping them tight in his hands. His face tucked in next to mine, I felt his warm breath on my neck. A sensation that always annoyed me with my ex, but it felt so fucking good right now.
âMmmm,â I felt myself relaxing, melding my body into his. âThis feels so good,â I murmured.
He kept his body pressed tightly into mine, âLogan, have I ever told you how good you smell?â
I laughed, âNo.â
âWell, you do,â he whispered, snuggling his nose into my neck as he held me. I reached my right hand up to his head, tangling my fingers in his hair as I gently rubbed it, and he moaned into my neck.
I could feel his heart beating into my back through his chest; it felt like even our heartbeats were in sync. The soft fabric of the cushion under my cock head had me leaking precum.
âYou know, Alicea smells good, too,â he mumbled into my neck.
I could feel the roll going into a valley, and so could he as he sat up on my legs again.
âI need some water; you want some?â He asked.
I turned my head to watch him walk toward the kitchen; slowly, he did a Stevie Nicks twirl to the music as Bella Donna played as part of my drug playlist. I also noticed his erection as he did the twirl, which reminded me I was naked.
He handed me a glass of water, and I chugged it down, handing him the glass back. âGotta pee,â I chuckled, hopping up using a pillow to cover my junk.
âWhy are you hiding it, man? I know youâre hard,â he chuckled, and I turned away from him, tossing the pillow at him as I ran and slid down the hall to the bathroom and took a piss with the door open. Squeezing out the last drops, I noticed precum on the head. I wiped it off, washed my hands, and ran back out to the pool of pillows; I dove onto the cushions with a less-than-graceful thud.
My dick was quickly getting hard again, and I figured, fuck it, Iâm naked, he should be naked too. âYou should take off your boxers,â I told him, again, a thing I would never say to him or any other guy if it werenât for the drugs.
He didnât need any more invitation; rolling onto his back, he thrust his hips high up off the cushions and slowly pulled them down; his meaty cock flung out and smacked his abs with an audible thwack, then he slowly dropped his ass back down, slid the underwear off his legs and spun them on his finger from the waistband, âhappy now?â He cocked his head to the side and tossed them at my face. The musky smell of his junk was coating the boxers; I couldnât help but inhale it before I held them away from me. âIâll put these in my collection,â I said.
He laughed, âYou have a collection of my underwear?â
I chuckled, âI do, actually.â
He propped himself up on one elbow, âwait, what?â
I laughed, âNothing weird, you just have a habit of leaving your clothes here and never taking them back.â
âI donât remember leaving underwear here,â he grinned.
âWell, most recently, you changed clothes here when we went to baseball practice; you had boxer briefs on, then put on your cup and left them here. My mom washed them and put them in my drawer, thinking they were mine. UmmâŠlast summer, you were here for a weekend for my birthday. We all went swimming, and you swam in those striped Jockey briefs and left those wet in my laundry basket after. Mom washed those, and they now live in my underwear drawer. Oh, and in 6th grade, just after Christmas, you spent the night and spilled soda all over your pajamas; your tighty whities were soaked, so you borrowed a pair of my boxer briefs, and your underwear got washed and put in my drawer,â I laughed.
He chuckled, âOh yeah, thatâs when I switched to boxer briefs because I wanted to be cool like you,â his hand traveled down my arm to my waist, to my hip. I donât think either of us cared that we were naked and hard in front of each other. It didnât feel sexual; it just felt natural and right. His touch didnât feel flirty or gay either; it was just a connection we both needed at that moment.
I held up his boxer briefs, âSo now these will go into my collection,â I grinned, folding them and setting them aside. I looked over at his dick; it was rock hard and pointing at me as he lay on his side. My eyes trailed up his abs, which had a dusting of hair up to his pecs, which had a few longer hairs that even curled over, which I hadnât noticed before. I followed further up to see his Adamâs apple bounce as he swallowed and then licked his lips. He had oval eyes that were always half-lidded, like he was high even when he wasnât high. I realized his eyes were staring into mine, and I couldnât help but smile, which made him smile.
âWhat would you say was your best sexual experience?â He asked.
âOh man,â I rolled onto my back, pulling a pillow under my head with my left hand and letting my right hand stroll down my body to my cock, which was rigid and aching from the earlier blue-balls. I gave myself a stroke, then chuckled, remembering, âOk, donât get mad,â I started.
He chuckled, âOh man, I donât like where this is going already. Tell me you havenât fucked Alicea already?â
I laughed, âNo, no, nothing like that. Before we broke up, back when I was completely absorbed in my relationship, there was a time that she and I got caught up in the heat of the moment andâŠâ
âAnd what?â He jumped in, and I looked over to see he had his fist wrapped around his swollen cock, not pumping up and down but giving it squeezes of relief. A drop of precum pooling at the tip.
âWell, I accidentally stuck it in raw,â I squeezed my dick, remembering the experience.
âWhat!? You accidentally fucked her raw? Oh my God, how have I not heard this story? Was it amazing? Did you cum inside her? Tell me everything!â
I laughed, âWell, first, yes, it was incredible. Second, because of the first, I didnât last long, probably five minutes, and that was trying to last, but, oh my God, it felt so good, and she seemed to be so into it, too,â I closed my eyes remembering the intensity of the moment and squeezed my dick. âI had to pull out quick and cum onto my abs,â I laughed.
âWhat? You unloaded on your abs?â He looked confused.
I laughed, âWell, sheâs not on birth control, so I couldnât cum in her, and she hates when I get cum on her, so my options were cum on my stomach or her comforter, so I chose the easier of the two to clean.â My eyes darted from his disappointed eyes to his hand, squeezing another drop of precum out of his dick.
âFuuuck, that is still awesome; Iâve never raw dogged a girl; Iâll bet it was amazing,â he grinned.
âYeah, it wasâŠâ I gestured to the heavens, âbetter than you can imagine,â I laughed. âThe downside is, I spent the next two and a half weeks praying she didnât get pregnant from my precum,â I laughed.
âSheâs not right?â He looked at me concerned.
I laughed, âNo, thank God.â
âI canât believe she doesnât like you to cum on her, thatâs weird, right?
I chuckled, âI think so; I meanâŠitâs my cum, so I might be biased, but I think itâs awesome.â
He grinned, âhave you tasted it?â
I grinned wider, âWellâŠyeah, have you?â
âIâve never tasted your cum,â he chuckled.
I laughed, âNo, have you tried your own?â
âYeah, I mean, you have to, right? You canât expect her to swallow it if youâve never even tried it,â he shrugged.
I started feeling another roll coming on and rolled onto my stomach. Now, having less apprehension about it, I wanted to enjoy it more. âOh man,â I said, grinding into the cushion again.
âYeah, me too, man,â he laughed.
âCan, you lay on my back again, I need the contact,â I told him into the cushion.
He didnât say anything, just swung his leg over my legs, saddling right at the base of my ass; his big dick went between my cheeks, this time nothing stopping the skin of his cock from rubbing on the skin of my ass. His hands worked their way up my back, under my arms, and hooked onto my shoulders. He pulled himself slightly up, his cock grinding into my ass which made me moan, and his head dropped right next to mine over my shoulder, âI got you, man,â he whispered in my ear. I let my right hand reach up again and tangle my fingers in his locks, pulling his head tighter to me. I felt his moist lips on my neck, then, to my surprise and pleasure, felt him kiss my neck and gyrate his hips.
âFuck, Iâm so horny,â he whispered in my ear.
âMe too. You blue-balled me earlier remember,â I chuckled.
He groaned and kissed my neck again, inhaling my scent and rocking his hips a little more. âI didnât mean to blue-ball you. I wouldâve told you to finish if I had known you were jacking off. I want you to have an orgasm. Iâm pro-orgasm,â he licked my neck. âJesus, Logan, you taste good; I never knew you taste good,â he brought his head to the other side of my neck, and I felt his wide, flat tongue lick from my shoulder up to my ear and moaned. His cock was harder in between my cheeks now; the heat was warming my hole as a sensation I never knew existed was tingling in my bottom and firing off neurons in my brain that felt colorful.
âThat feels so good, Jer,â I humped into the cushion, feeling a pool of precum puddling at my tip.
âCan I hot dog your ass?â kissed my neck again.
âWhat?â I chuckled.
âYou know, slide my dick between your cheeks, like titty fucking but with ass cheeks instead of boobs,â he said, then sucked on my neck hard enough that I was sure to have a hickey in the morning.
âMmm, yeah, man, do it,â I moaned.
He sat up and reached for the lotion. I heard him push down the pump at least five times, all of it landing on his cock and my ass. He coated his dick, and then I felt him use his finger to caulk up my crack; the finger brushing over my tight pucker sent shivers of pleasure up my body. I didnât know my hole was so sensitive. He rocked his hips, and I felt his cock purposefully slide up my now greased crack, his balls dangling down and tickling my taint. He leaned back down, his hands going back under my arms and gripping my shoulders as he used me as leverage to start humping me with the weight of his body. He moaned in my ear, âMmm, fuck that feels good.â
It felt so good for me, too; I couldnât think of anything but pleasure, mine and his. âYeah, shit, so good,â I reached my hand up to pull his head back down and get his lips on my neck again. He held me tightly, his legs straddling mine, his cock sliding up and down my crack. His humping started slow and with small movements but quickly ramped up into big slides that brought his cock down just below my ass crack, then he slid hard over my hole and up my crack. Repeating the movement like one of those wild animals you see on the nature channel, just fucking on instinct.
We humped for a few minutes until our roll slowed into a valley, and he let his humping slow into a gentle gyration. âLogan,â he kissed my neck.
âJer?â I mumbled into the pillow, in complete bliss from all the sensations happening to my body in this moment.
âIâm really going to miss you tooâŠwhen classes start. I hate the idea of not being together every day andâŠyou know,â he confessed.
âI know,â my arm pulled his head into mine for a very backward hug, âMe too, man.â
He squeezed me tight and then sat up. I struggled under his weight to roll over onto my back but managed it. He looked so good, on his knees, his cock hovering just over mine, a string of precum dripping down to my cock from his tip, his abs were so tight from the workout of humping my ass, his body glistening with a light dusting of sweat. I couldnât help but reach out and feel his abs with my right hand; his breath caught, and I let my hand go down to his 7.5â cut cock, and for the first time in five years, I stroked his naked dick with the purpose of giving him pleasure. He let out a soft moan, running his fingers through his hair as I stroked him then he looked down at me. His eyes went from my hand on his cock to my hard dick, up my abs, my pecs, my neck, my mouth, and landing on my eyes. He smiled.
âFuck, Logan, these drugs areâŠintense,â he huffed.
I looked up and down his body, Never expecting to be in this position, certainly not with another guy, but Iâm so glad itâs Jeremiah. âYou didnât tell me about your best sexual experience?â
He chuckled, âOh man, that would hands down be my first time. I know I was not good, and it only lasted a couple of minutes, but I was in love, and she loved me, and before that night, I felt truly loved for the first time.â
His words were oddly sweet for him; I pulled his dick, pulling him forward until he fell on top of me. Our dicks rubbing each other, our bodies fitting together like two pieces of the same puzzle. He held himself up on his elbows, and I ran my fingers through his hair, âYou know, Jer, I love you, and Iâll always love you,â his face grew into a giant smile.
âI really want to kiss you,â he said, both of us knowing it was the drugs, but I pulled him down to me. Our lips hovered millimeters apart, just our breath dancing between us; then he tilted his head slightly, and his lips kissed mine.
My hands tangled in his hair and pulled him tight to me. It was the hottest kiss I have ever had. I let his tongue into my mouth and sucked on it; the taste and texture were both so âJeremiahâ I needed more of it. The heat of the moment escalated so quickly that I almost didnât notice the roll coming on, but man, it hit fast and hard, amplifying every touch he made. His lips on my lips. His tongue tossing around my tongue. My legs slid out from under him, wrapped around his waist as my arms wrapped around his back, feeling his body as he held onto mine, pulling us tighter together. His humping our dicks together felt so good; I could feel strands of precum stringing between our stomachs when he rocked his hips, his balls tickling my grundle as they slapped gently into me.
He moaned into my mouth, and I into his. We were both in another world. On one of his thrusts, he arched his ass too far back, and his cock slipped down between my ass cheeks, the head getting into my lotion-slicked crevice and massaging its way over my hole. âMmmMMmm,â I moaned into his mouth; the pleasure was melting my brain. He did it again, though, angling his cock so the head pressed through my channel with pressure, guided by my ass cheeks as bumpers, and it ran across my hole with more pressure this time, and again my body reacted with more enthusiasm and excitement.
I held him tighter, kissed him harder, and rocked my hips with his as he ran his cock over my hole a dozen more times, my hole responding by relaxing into it so each time his head would catch on my sphincter a little more with each run, and on each run he would add more pressure until he reached down, hooking my legs up into his arms and started rutting into me, no longer discreetly but full on humping into me. His cock slid down then up my crack; each time, his hips would pull back far enough that the connection was lost, and then heâd poke hard at wherever he reconnected on my ass on the next thrust until his cock slid one way or the other. Then on a thrust, it connected directly with my ass hole, and he pushed, the head popping into my very tight, virgin pucker, and my ass clamped onto his head. He held it there.
âMmmm,â I broke our kiss, âShit, fuck,â I squirmed under him. He kissed my chin, then my neck. âFuck, Jer, youâre dick is in my ass,â I groaned, confused by the pleasure mixed with the sting, the MDMA heightening the pleasure and dulling the sting, but I knew they were both there, and my ass was being forced to redirect traffic from an exit to an onramp.
He licked my neck and sloppily opened his mouth wide to eat my neck, mumbling, âItâs so good, isnât it?â Then his cock twitched as his ass muscles clenched, and his weight pushed another inch into me.
âFuck,â he was right, it did feel good, and this wasnât gay, it was the MDMA. He rocked his hips, not letting up on the pressure to get more of his dick into me. I wrapped my legs around him, stretching my leg muscles, and my toes curled a bit from the pleasure of being stretched out like this. He continued gnawing at my neck; the intensity of the roll was hitting its peak, and my body needed all of it. âOh man, are we doing this?â
âIf you want to?â He licked my lips and then kissed me hard; not waiting for an answer, he thrust another of his inches into me, and I squealed into his mouth. I could feel his heart beating in his chest and through his dick into my ass. I wrapped my arms around him and sucked his tongue.
I didnât want this to end, and I rocked my hips up to meet his next thrust, and most of his cock slid into me. I broke our kiss with a hiss.
âYou ok?â He asked, still gripping my shoulders tight and curling his hips into mine to get as deep as possible.
I nodded my head yes and let him kiss me again.
âLogan, your ass is so tight and feels so good on my cock; please tell me it feels good for you, too,â he stretched his legs out to get more leverage, rolling my body up as the last of his cock was slowly forcing itâs way into my no longer virgin ass hole.
I groaned, âJer, itâs so intense,â I grinned and huffed.
He smiled and slowly rocked an inch out of me and shoved back into me. Then he did it again a little harder, both of us moaning on that one. He pulled back a little, added some spit to his shaft, and slid it back in a little smoother. âMMMmmm, fuck,â I moaned. Then he shoved into me again and again. His thrusting became multiple inches in and multiple inches out, then all the way back in until you heard our skin slapping against each other with an audible âfap, fap, fap, fap,â heard over the radio as Alice DJâs âBetter Off Aloneâ scored our roll and set the tempo for his hips to thrust into me.
My heels dug into the top of his hips; my big toes curled over my second toes as every thrust into me was hitting something inside me that pumped another drop of precum out of my balls, through my dick, and smeared it between our abs. There was a pool forming, and my hard cock was gently being jerked off by his abs curling as he thrust his cock into me. I snuck my hand between us and started jerking myself off, the release I didnât get to have in my bed earlier was getting fucked out of me now by my best friend, and I needed it. I only needed a few strokes before I was on the edge, and I warned him.
âJesus, Jer, Iâm gonna cum, donât stop, oh God, donât stop,â I held him tight and stroked my cock. Rocking my hips to his thrusts, memorizing the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of my hole; never feeling so close to him or anyone before this moment. Knowing how much I love him right now and that heâs loving me right back, blurring the lines of our friendship with his cock deep inside me.
A few more strokes, âFuck, Iâm cumming,â I grunted, and my ass clamped down on his cock; my balls tightened, and he slammed harder into me, forcing his cock passed my locking sphincter. My first wad of cum shot out, hitting me in the chin; the second hit my neck, then the third hit his chest, and the next couple splattered on my abs. He fucked me all the way through my orgasm.
My ass was closing down on him, my roll going into a valley pretty quickly as the colors of my orgasm started to dwindle. âFuck,â I groaned.
He licked my cum off my chin, then licked it off my neck, then smiled at me, âIâm going to cum inside you,â he said with certainty.
âOh God,â I moaned at the idea of my friend cumming inside me and nodded as he held my shoulders tight and kissed me. The lasting flavor of my cum on his tongue as he changed up his rhythm of fucking me, slower, longer strokes, then a slam, then a slow long stroke, then a slam, then a few hard slams, and I felt his grip on my shoulders get even tighter. He broke our kiss, and his head flew back.
âOh, fuck,â he growled.
I felt his entire body stiffen; his cock slammed hard into me and started twitching, an amazing warming sensation radiating inside me as he unloaded. He pulled most of the way out and then slammed into me again, this time with no friction as his cum lubed my hole and twitched some more, and he groaned. Dropping his head down to passionately kiss me for a minute as the last of his orgasm drained into me, which only heightened the sensation for me as our bodies melded together to be one breathing, sweating, orgasmic organism. âFuck,â he huffed in my ear, holding me tightly and not letting go.
We lay there silently for at least ten minutes, just enjoying all the feelings of our post-orgasmic bliss. I felt his dick soften inside me, and eventually, the tightness of my ass forced him out along with some of his load. He rolled off me.
âWow, Logan,â he huffed.
âI know,â I chuckled.
The next roll came on a little weaker than the last, but we held each other tight. He played with the cum on my stomach and then licked it up. âDude, I canât explain it, but your cum tastes like youâŠand I like it,â he chuckled.
When the valley inevitably came, we took a shower in the dark. The feeling of the warm water on my skin while rolling on MDMA wasâŠanother level. We cleaned each other with a bar of Irish Spring soap; he paid particular attention to my ass. âIâve never felt anything like that before, I canât tell you how happy I am that I got to do that with you,â he told me.
âI feel the same way,â I told him, then we held each other for a few more minutes in the shower before drying off and getting more water.
The MDMA slowly wore down, and we fell asleep, naked, under one of the blankets I had covering the white couches.
When I woke up in the morning, I felt pretty terrible, dehydrated for sure. Thankfully, the fridge is stocked with Gatorade. Jeremiah had his arms wrapped around me, his cock hot dogging between my cheeks, rock hard again in his sleep. As I shifted around, he woke up and realized where he was and who his naked dick was humping. He pulled away quickly.
âOh shit,â he chuckled, âSorry about that,â his face flushed with embarrassmentâsomething I didnât see once last night.
I stood up, my dick was in his face, and he turned away.
âOh man, too early for that,â he chuckled, holding up a hand to obscure his view.
I rolled my eyes, âItâs 2 pm,â I walked into the kitchen. âWant some Gatorade?â
âYes, the blue one,â he groaned.
I grinned. âI know, man. You only like the blue one, and youâre the reason my mom stocks the fridge with the blue one,â I chuckled, tossing it to him and chugging the orange one.
âCan you put that thing away, man?â He chugged his drink, looking at my dick.
I rolled my eyes and found my shorts from last night, pulling them on and freeballing inside.
We drank our drinks in silence, the weight of last night settling in. My anxiety started to creep in, and I had to break the silence. âSo, last night was something.â
He smiled, âYeah, I was not prepared for how intense those pills would be. I was not myself,â he emphasized.
âDo we need to talk aboutâŠany of it?â I was not going to pretend I didnât remember he fucked me and came in me last night.
âUmmâŠno, I mean, I had a great time, but that was allâŠthe roll, ya know?â He looked away.
I raised an eyebrow, âAll of it?â
He huffed and grinned, âWell, I mean, things definitely got out of control, right?â
I nodded, agreeing with him. Iâm not gay, but I definitely enjoyed gay sex with him last night. From the grin on his face, I know he did, too. I guess weâll figure it out once we eat and rehydrate. Oh, and put some clothes on.
Comments
DomT
i also love this one!!!! there's gotta be a part 2 : )
Joseph Thomas
Another beautiful story filled with tender moments between two best buds. Awesome.
Burn After Reading
Thanks for saying this!
Lol
It's by far the best you've written!! keep going!!
Burn After Reading
I'm glad you liked it!
Arovec
This one is amazing!
Brendan Gavin
Definitely
Burn After Reading
Good memories I hope.
Brendan Gavin
A few memoriesâŠ
