I was sitting on a long couch next to Ty, with Scott across from us on the other couch. A string of white Christmas lights on a house across the street shone through the window behind Scott. I watched as the lights started to move along the string as if in motion. I had seen these same lights all night and knew they weren't really moving, but was amazed at the visual effects of this drug. The lights moved as if rolling continuously in one direction; then my eyes twitched and they reversed direction, rolling the other way along the roofline. It was mesmerizing. After staring in wonder for a long time, I spoke up:
"Whoa... those lights are doing it for me." I said, pointing at the window.
Ty moved over next to me, looking down my line of sight at where I was pointing. He stared for a minute and soon started to see the same thing:
"Holy shit, Scotty this is some no bullshit great fucking X. Get your ass over here and look out the window with us at the dancing lights."
Scott awkwardly got up from his couch and stumbled to us, collapsing on the other side of me. We were now all on the same couch, staring out the window at the lights, me sitting in between them. We were all taken in by the same hallucination, trading exclamations about how great we felt, how incredible this X was and how incredibly happy we were to be here with each other. I hadn't noticed I was slowly grinding my teeth.
It suddenly occurred to me that I needed physical contact with them. My words to Tom the night before (was that really just twenty four hours ago?) about me being the one to initiate something suddenly popped into my head. My thoughts were a million miles away from the sexual context that it came up in with Tom, but I was thinking about all the hospitality these two guys had showed me today. I should be the one to initiate the touching I was now craving, and that I figured they craved too. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for me to reach out my arms and grab each of them by their far shoulders, pulling them toward me in the middle.
"Move in closer you guys, I need company."
They both scooted over to where our shoulders were up against each other's, like we were on a crowded bench. We put our arms across each others' shoulders, so everybody was touching. I felt proud to be included by these guys. I pulled them close to me, one arm around each of my new friends, and said:
"This is the most amazing new feeling ..."
We tripped for a while like this, feeling the warmth of each other's presence and talking. We had been wigging out on this X for at least an hour or more when I decided I needed to get up to piss. Ty pointed me to the nearby bathroom behind the couch and in the hall. I stood up and was totally taken aback by how fucked up I was. I tried to focus on the hall doorway; I stumbled and barely made it to the bathroom, grabbing walls and doorways as I went.
I braced myself with one hand against the wall behind the toilet, unzipped and started to pull out my dick. I was even more shocked at what was in my hand. I had shrunk up like Ty had said and was having trouble taking a leak through such a narrow straw. This was too fucking weird. While I tried to piss for what seemed like several minutes, I looked in the mirror to the left of the commode. That was another shocker. My eyes were completely dilated, with HUGE pupils. No wonder I couldn't focus! But I didn't feel the least bit sick, just happier than I could ever remember feeling.
When I made it back to the warm embrace of my friends on the couch, I felt like I had been on a long excursion and was being welcomed home. I started telling them about looking in the mirror at my eyes and then about trying to piss.
"Where the hell did my dick go?" I asked with a big grin.
Scott slowly shoving his free hand down the front of his jeans. " No shit...You aren't lying! This has to be the best X I have ever done, judging from how I feel right now and the fact that I have NO ... DICK ... AT ... ALL! How about you, Ty?"
Ty had been mesmerized by moving lights outside the window, but he too started feeling in his pants for his dick, then unbuttoned the top button for easier access, with no hint of self-consciousness.
"Nooooo shit," Ty almost whispered. "My dick wasn't this tiny when I was four years old ... no wonder I am tripping so hard on this stuff. But," -- turning toward me -- "Don't worry, you're dick will come back when you come down. And your eyes will return to normal too. Just enjoy it while it's happening. I hope this peak lasts all night!"
We were all three sitting there with our hands in our pants, talking about how shrunken our dicks were. I was learning about this drug, which was just fucking amazing. I was absorbing all the lessons in how it affected not only your dick, but your eyes, your brain, and especially your sense of touch. Lacking any inhibitions at all, and in an impulse to show my new buddies my total comfort with all this, I opened up my jeans, which I just noticed I had never even zipped back up, and showed them my dick, such that it was.
"You sure it's really doing THIS to you?" I asked. "I'm a little freaked out it's so small."
Ty glanced over then pulled his hand out of his pants, and unzipped his fly, showing his equally affected dick: "Check it out dude, it's not just you."
Scott opened his jeans up wide, doing the same. In a way that you can only understand if you get a hold of some killer X and do the same thing, it wasn't about our dicks at all; it was about how amazing this drug trip was and grasping for tangible measures of how far it had distorted our realities.
"Isn't this unfuckingbelievable." I mumbled, "that we're all sitting here, doing this without any inhibition or weirdness? I love doing X with you guys!"
"I don't feel any inhibitions about ANYTHING and I'm feeling fucking INCREDIBLE!," Scott almost shouted.
Ty added: "I am having the best time of my life and I love you, Scotty, my best friend. And I love everything I know about you, Will, and hope to get to know you a lot more, my new friend. This is just fucking AWESOME!"
Our brains awash in serotonin, we forgot each our crotches and took turns looking into each other's eyes, reporting to each other on our huge dilated pupils. We then watched the lights move some more, the thoughts pouring out of our mouths in a stream of superlatives.
After a while, Ty managed to stand up and wander all the way over to the kitchen. I'll never forget the image of him walking back toward us, smiling with this big, goofy shit-eating grin, holding three cold Sierra Nevada Pale Ale bottles. The kitchen light shone through the green bottles, lighting them up like neon. We managed to pop off the tops with the lighter. I could feel the ice-cold liquid cool my mouth, then go down my throat and travel its way down into my belly. My senses were at a peak when Scott looked at his phone, saying it was almost 10:30 pm and we were still TRIPPING OUR BALLS OFF! My eyes couldn't have read a clock if I had to.
The next hour was spent in telling each other things we knew would never have said in an unaltered state like this, making promises to do this again with each other. Ty promised to call that girl as soon as he could dial a phone and buy up her supply from this same batch. The lights kept dancing and the warmth that flowed between us was amazing. I had at least one of their hands on me the whole time -- a shoulder, a gripped arm, a knee.
At my urging, they told me the blow-by-blow story of what they did with the girl who had followed them home from the party last night because she heard they always had some coke, and how she had let them know she was up for a three-way hook-up not long after they got inside the door:
"She hadn't made any move to pair off with either of us," explained Scott. "She was just being super-friendly to us both; then after doing a couple of lines, she just sat up and pulled her top off over her head, showing us these perky little tits... she smiled and said the blow made her hot."
"We didn't waste any time helping her out of the rest of her clothes," continued Ty. "She had a great ass, and a perfect little shaved pussy. We all got naked right here in the living room and she was grabbing our cocks. Scotty and I started playing with her pussy and feeding our dicks into her mouth before we even got good and hard. She was a pro, never leaving either of us feeling neglected."
Ty and Scott were filling in all the blanks of each other's telling of the pussy story, describing a round of crazy fucking and sucking right on the couch, in which they switched positions a few times until everyone got off. Then after a rest, they said, she wanted more and more blow, which they let her do, but held back on themselves. Then, after a huge fat line disappeared up her nose, she started madly switching back and forth, sucking both their cocks until she announced she wanted to take one up her ass while the other was in her pussy.
"That was a first," Ty said kind of sheepishly, as if it embarrassed him for Scott to tell that story. "But we gave it the good old college try, until we found it just too awkward to be any fun. It was just a pain in the ass... pun intended. We had to put on a new condom each time if we wanted to switch from ass to pussy, and the angles weren't working anyway."
"Finally," Scott said, "after trying to maneuver into the right position one last time, we told her we just weren't that cool with being so close to each other's hard cocks, or having our balls basically rubbing against each other. She let it go then because she thought touching each other had weirded us out. It was a good way to get back to regular sucking and fucking. We didn't really want to tell her but we're neither one much into butt-sex, even with fine looking young stuff like that."
This seemed like a good point start trying to steer the conversation to something that had been creeping back into my mind ever since we started telling pussy stories. I said they had done things I hadn't even imagined in my wildest jack-off fantasies. Then I asked them a semi-serious question: having tried so many different things, did they think their sexual boundaries were pretty much set by now at ages 20 and 21. I added that I was still learning where my boundary lines were. My reference wasn't lost on them.
Ty led off:
"No, I'm not through exploring everything the world has to offer on that front. Scotty, are you cool with my telling Will where we stand on all this? I am. "
"Sure," said Scott. "I'm usually the more talkative of the two of us, but my mind is wrapped around all the visuals right this second and I need somebody else to talk while I wig out staring at the dancing lights. But I'm cool with sharing anything and everything with Will."
As the X continued to carry us along an eye-twitching peak, Scott and Ty told about how they had arrived at college strictly locked in hetero roles. Then, a series of drug-fueled nights had first led them watching each other get sucked and then fucking girls in the same room (shades of Tom's stories with his buddy Cody). There was a steady supply of girls who would have sex with them both as long as the cocaine flowed, and Ty's allowance meant there was an endless supply of that. Sometimes there was more than one girl and sometimes just one girl between them.
"Live porn," said Scott. "Nothing else like it."
Then, about this time of year last fall, a girl they were fucking together said during a break in the action what she really wanted was to see Ty and Scott play around with each other. The guys protested, but she pressed on. Scott imitated her voice:
"You guys like watching hot lesbian action, don't you? You'd watch it a porno, where you don't even know the girls. But I don't just want to see any two guys messing around. What would make me crazy is to see two hot guys who had just fucked me play with each other. It would be so hot. Won't you just give me a little show, to think about next time I'm in a hot bath, all alone?"
She was wicked smart and highly observant, pointing out to them (while she had both their dicks in her small, soft hands) that she had been super turned on by watching Ty's face while she was blowing him. Scott continued to quote her:
"I was trying to look up at you and look you in the eye while I sucked that big thing, but you weren't looking at me. You were watching Scott fuck me, in that mirror."
She pointed out that they had always seemed to try to put her in positions where each could watch the other's dick plunging in and out of her in the mirrors. Watching Scott, she said, she could see Scotty was also as turned on by whatever Ty's dick was doing as he was by what he was doing with his own. When Scott was fucking her from behind just minutes ago, his eyes were glued to Ty's cock going in and out of her mouth. She said the hottest moments for her were when the boys' hands met at her clit, fingering her together, then Scott then leaned forward, over her back -- still fucking her steadily from behind and giving her the reach around-- and let his chin rest on her shoulder, so he could watch Ty's blowjob from just inches away.
"You stared and stared at that big wet cock as I slid my mouth up and down on it. You sure looked like you wanted to suck it too," she said, looking Scott in the eyes.
Scott didn't say anything in response to that, and she just kept up her persuasion, gently working their cocks in her hands. Scott kept imitating her:
"You're both getting nice and hard again, just thinking about what was really turning you on."
"We were putty in her hands, dude," said Scott. "We were busted -- our dicks were giving us away. I said she was at least half right about my liking to watch the action, taking the heat off Ty to respond to her. I assured her I liked fucking her fine little pussy even more than I liked the live porn show I was watching."
Scott went on, speaking for Ty:
"Ty said he hadn't really thought about things the way she was looking at it, but that his hard cock didn't lie and that now that she was talking about it, he was pretty turned on by the live porn show too."
"Then," Ty at last interjected, "She took complete control. She still had our cocks in her hands and then started directing us:"
"Sit up here", she said, motioning them to sit side by side, with her in front of them on the bed, continuing to play with their by-now full mast hard-ons with her delicate little hands.
"Then," Ty started talking faster, "she pulled our bodies together and began rubbing our cocks together while making cooing sounds just like she did when she was getting fingered before getting fucked. Then, with a sly smile, she took Scott's hand and put it on my dick, holding it there as if to say 'don't you move it.' Then she did the same with my hand on Scott's hard-on. She kept her hands in action too, working our cocks and showing us what she wanted us to do, for her, she kept saying."
Scott then imitated her sexy voice: "There, doesn't that feel goooood? It makes me sooooo wet to see those two big cocks that just fucked me so well being fondled like that."
They described how she then started fingering her shaved pussy and leaning back to give the boys a clear view. Within moments, she had convinced the two friends to jack each other off to the rhythm she chose, then she somehow got them to try sucking each other's cocks too.
"She got us to do it at the same time, Ty explained, "so we were both committed to it at exactly the same moment -- like on a dare -- and nobody chickened out. It was some crazy, coked-up shit."
Scott continued the report: "She directed the sucking, saying all sorts of dirty things like 'yes, suck that big beautiful cock' and 'now take it down to the balls, you can do it,' 'let me see you try,' -- and we pretty much did what she said, or tried to at least, like we were in a trance."
Ty picked up the thread: "After few minutes when we both stopped sucking, she grabbed our cocks again, bringing our hands back into the action with hers, helping us jack each other off, presenting her fine little body as a target. She was wet as hell and kept playing with her clit, moaning and saying stuff like 'I want you to shoot it all over me.'"
Scott added: " We were both definitely into that. Before we knew it, we were shooting our loads all over her tits and stomach, as she started getting off masturbating, or at least doing a hell of an acting job. Ty went over the edge first and when I saw this big jet of white cum shoot out of him and land on her tits, it immediately caused me to lose it too. I blasted a wad on her stomach then my second one actually shot farther than the first, nailing her on her chin and neck. I couldn't believe how much we came, since we had both already gotten off once. The jizz just kept spurting out of our cocks as we milked them, all of it landing on her."
"It was fucking wild, and completely out of bounds," Ty said.
"She licked a drop or two off her fingers and smiled at us, delighted in a triumphant kind of way, really proud of what she had gotten us to do," Scott said. "And so we fucked the living shit out of her as soon as we recovered. It was like grudge fucking and we outdid each other, fucking her harder and harder till we blasted again. I came first and pulled out, then shoved my dripping cock right into her mouth while Ty moved back and finished up banging her doggie. Then we pretty much threw her out. "
"But then," Ty went on, suddenly looking somber, "after she left and we were alone, we were both really uncomfortable at what we had allowed to happen. It didn't get any better as time passed. After a few awkward days, we tried to talk about it sober but got tongue-tied and stopped. We had no idea why we were so frozen and no idea how to solve the problem. Scott was hiding out in other friends' apartments until our buddies were starting to ask if we were pissed at each other. So I went out and bought some X, showed him the four hits I had scored and asked him to eat them with me. We both knew why."
"So without any hesitation, we did two each -- a double dose -- to make sure we peaked long and hard. We locked the door, turned off our phones and sat there, just the two of us."
"At first," Scott explained, "before the X hit us, it was awkward as hell, like we didn't have any confidence this was going to work...but about an hour into the trip, we just put our arms around each other, letting our actions say what our words hadn't been able to convey. After a couple of hours of serious tripping, we looked in each other's eyes and swore that the gay shit we had done with that girl could never come between us. We agreed that even if that was way over the line for both of us, it was just fucking stupid to let it come between us. We both had tears streaming down our faces, something we had never seen in each other."
Scott got serious again, "But we weren't through purging the demons yet. We needed to really dig deeper because we hadn't gotten to the bottom of why we had acted like we did. After all, there had been no betrayal, no stealing each other's chick, no insults -- nothing justified how we almost let it rip our friendship apart... So I started just thinking out loud, completely unable to filter my thoughts as they came pouring out of my brain..."
Ty said. "I remember being surprised when Scott said it wasn't good enough to just tell each other were tricked and led astray by that smart little piece of ass. I guess we found that excuse comforting at first. But, Scott asked me if I thought that was too convenient to blame her, like we were some kind of victims. He kept saying he felt like there was more we needed to get all out on the table, to make sure we never went through the dark shit we had just endured."
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