I woke up with my left cheek ice cold, painful almost, lying against my bathroom's porcelain tile for what....hours now? Daylight streaming through the high window, I knew it was at least a reasonable hour. My head was pounding like a steady drum, pulsating hurt with each heartbeat. My tongue and teeth raspy and in desperate need of lubrication. At least I made it upstairs, but why didn't I stop in the bedroom? Fuck, I hate being blackout.
I took physical stock. My jaw was sore and my neck could use a massage but it was the headache that reigned supreme. What the fuck happened last night? I remember Ian, and.... Adam. Adam! I hope I get to see him again. Okay....think. There was pizza, right? Pot. That was fun. A banana. Feet? A dick I think, but whose? Fuck me for being such a lightweight. I live a few seconds in fear as I run through possibilities in my head. I realize how completely at the mercy of these teens I made myself. Hanging out with them is fun, no doubt, but I need to keep it together better. I have to protect myself.
My priorities this morning were different than usual. I needed water desperately. Then advil. Then, check your phone. I pulled myself up slowly using the toilet seat, my hands slipping on the leftover vomit still clinging to the sides, not yet hardened. The stench hit me immediately and I wretched, but nothing came out. Pathetic. I manage to stand and see the cup I use for my toothbrush. It'll do. The hint of minty freshness as I replenished my fluids was enough to trigger my shame again.
The Advil was already out and on the counter. Funny. I keep that away in a cabinet. Maybe I took some last night? Doesn't matter. I popped two and tossed it back with another glass of water. Phone was next. I didn't see it at first but stepping into the bedroom I noticed it on its charger. Wow. That's.....quite impressive actually. I picked it up. 11:16. Haven't slept in that long since college. I switched to look through all my new messages, struggling with my hangover to process what I was reading.
8:25 PM: "Hey bud, where are you at? We're all here. Hope you can make it!"
9:07 PM: "I guess you're busy but we're leaving here to head to Roundhouse. Come join!"
9:25 AM: "Missed you last night. Hope everything's okay!"
9:55 AM: "What a fucking night dude. epic!!! You're fucking crazy. luv it"
9:56 AM: "Sorry if we were a little hard on you. you know how it is"
10:32 AM: "Hey, hon! Can't wait to see you. Are you going to pick me up or should I get a car?"
"SHIT!!!!!" I exclaimed out loud.
My fucking mother! Of course. We agreed to lunch today at, what, noon? I spring up and run back to the bathroom, turning on the shower and giving it the usual 60 seconds to warm up. I text her back.
"Morning, Momma. I'll pick you up."
I hop in, rushing through the motions before slamming the water off. If I get dressed quickly enough I can still make it if I don't catch any lights. The restaurant won't care that we are a few minutes late for brunch. Mom, though. I shudder at the scolding she will almost certainly give me. She hates it when she doesn't feel like my number one priority. I grab my comb and start working it through my hair, turning to the mirror for finer-tuned control. I stop dead.
"Those....little.....mother....fuckers!!!"
On my forehead, somewhat washed out but still legible: "FAGGOT".
FUUUUUUUCK! I look into the mirror more closely. On one cheek the dying remnants of a drawn-on dick, squirting its cartoony cum with all of its droplets across my mouth and to the other side of my face. These fucking juveniles! I do a twirl to look for more....they gave me a fucking tramp stamp? "Dick goes here." With an arrow pointed down.
I look around in sheer panic, grabbing a washcloth and once wet, working it into my forehead. A little soap might help. After thirty seconds I dry it off and reassess.
I can still read it. FUCK. There's no way I can risk my mom seeing this shit! I had a feeling of resignation, followed shortly thereafter by a strange pang of elation.
"Hey, really sorry. Something just came up. Kinda an emergency. Can we raincheck?" Followed by:
"Dude. Cmon man. I was gonna eat with my mom today!!"
Ian was quicker.
"Wym"
"It says faggot on my face, man. What do you think I mean?"
"Oh shiiiit. Forgot about that! HAHA Was fucking hilarious last night"
"I'm sorry, dear! What happened? Are you okay??"
"Well it's not hilarious today man! I had to cancel"
"Yeah, mom. Friend's car broke down and they're stranded. Have to go pick them up and take them to the mechanic."
"What. You mad?"
"I mean, not mad, it just sucks dude"
"How were we supposed to know bro. shrug emoji"
"I see. I guess I could go shopping then. Not sure what I'm going to do for lunch now. Can we plan on next Saturday?"
"Sounds good Mom. Sorry again"
"You wernt. But like... fucking sharpies. What are you chi..." I stopped suddenly. Of course. They are children. I did the same shit in college when my friends passed out drunk. I deleted my reply.
"It's fine dude. I'd rather stay home anyway. My head hurts like shit."
"Lol. Me too man."
"Btw left the extra green in the living room by accident. Hold on to it til next fri will ya?"
My heartbeat picks up suddenly. Next Friday? Does he think this is gonna become some kind of regular thing? The thought excited me actually. It's the most fun I've had in forever.
"Or smoke it dude i dont care. More coming this week."
I walked downstairs, still in my towel, and sure enough, four more vials just like last night, each full with their own fat spliff all sitting neatly next to the same black lighter. Nice. I was genuinely looking forward to getting stoned again without the pressure of Ian and Adam being in the room. Maybe I'll watch Donnie Darko? Ooooooohhh. Interstellar. Shit. My day just freed up. Maybe I just need a little wake-and-bake to scare off the hangover? My dick starts to stiffen. It feels scandalous.
Fuck it.
I grab a vial and the lighter and sit down on the couch. Right where Ian was last night. Popping the joint into my mouth I take drag after drag confidently, no one watching to critique me. The world opening up. Getting brighter. Louder. Clearer. This shit is enjoyable. Wish I tried it again earlier. I bring up Netflix. Stranger Things. Perfect. Play......
This week, like last, was mostly uneventful. Silence from Ian's camp. Triggering a growing yearning inside me desperate for the slightest bit of his attention. I focused on my work - and his. Always taking a break to see him off the bus. Always a little deflated when he inevitably turned away towards his house.
I was responsible. With it being the work week and all. I waited until after I was done with all my responsibilities before getting out the Mary Jane. I loved the new routine. A little reward at the end of the night and it helps me to sleep? My Spotify was suddenly getting a workout. Every song was different than I had ever heard. Better. Deeper. I started having deep philosophical conversations in my head. Solving the world's greatest mysteries, only to realize how silly I was being once I sobered up.
Friday rolled around and I wore my nerves like a rock in my stomach. I didn't want to get ahead of myself. Maybe he just wants to come pick up the rest of the weed? I cringe, imagining his reaction when he sees how much is gone. I kinda let it get away from me.
My phone's alarm goes off right at 3:30. Just enough time to rush to the window in my bedroom facing the front. Best vantage point of the bus stop, and hard for anyone to notice from the outside. Two minutes later the bus arrives. Punctual as always. My breathing hastens in anticipation as the younger students get off. Not long after, there he is. The best part of my day. Wearing his PE uniform again - tank and short shorts. Muscles accentuated. He looks....bigger maybe?
Ian steps down from the bus, on his phone, and starts a slower than usual walk towards his place. He stops momentarily. Lost in his device.
BUZZZZZ
"Yo! good job on math last night. teacher thinks I'm getting it, hahaha"
"Coming over 7:30. Stock that shit now we're raging again!!"
I feel satisfied - relieved - anxious - excited.
"Sounds good man. Adam coming with?"
BUZZZZZZ
"You miss him faggot?"
"I mean...no. just trying to figure out supplies." My reply.
"jk"
"yeah the two of us"
Thumbs up
By this point, Ian has slow-walked out of sight. It being Friday, my workload had been completed, my obligations were over. I still had his homework to do, but that would likely be brief just like last Friday. I grab my keys and head out. I still had plenty of booze left over from last weekend, but figured it wouldn't hurt to get a larger variety. Tequila, Jack Daniels, some gin - all coming home with me. I freshen up the mixers. Buy another case of Bud Light. More snacks. A couple of extra lighters. I don't want any interruptions this time.
After putting away all the groceries, I get to work on cleaning the place. The weed has done a number on my ability to keep things tidy. I make a mental note to slow down if I want to keep appearances up. I put the Swiffer mop to good use, removing the caked-on beer spills still leftover from last week's debacle. I realize my nerves are causing me to go manic, juggling brooms, solvents, dusters. I just want this to be perfect is all. Then...
The door opened. Bounding in were the two teens. I felt the hair rise on my arms.
"Can you believe that shit, dude?!" Ian said in Adam's direction. "Man, that's one of the craziest plays I've ever seen."
"Will never happen again in a million years, dude, but Stroud is such a stud, love him." Adam meets my eyes and it gives enough of a charge that it takes me a moment to come back to Earth.
"Wait. How did you guys get in here?" I asked.
Ian stepped up. "You left a spare key in the junk drawer. Figured we'd be needing it. That cool?"
"I mean....yeah I guess. It's just...it's my only spare."
"Make more fucking copies then, dude."
"Yeah....okay. Well look. Pizza is on the way. New bottles at the bar. Beers in the fri...."
"Holy shit dude!" Ian exclaimed. He was looking down at the counter where three of the joint containers he left were open and empty. The fourth contained one burned halfway down. "Is my buddy turning into a little Cheba hawk?"
"Right. Uh....dude. I am sooo sorry. I just started smoking to try it out again and one thing lead to anoth...."
Ian laughter filled the room.
"Fuck yeah, you love to see it! All good, man, there's plenty more." he says as he pulls out a paper baggie from his backpack and puts it on the counter. My eyes open a little. What delights might be in there? "Although you are gonna need to reimburse me."
It made sense. It was his weed. He paid for it - I guess. Plus honestly, I was so afraid he was going to be mad that it was a relief to think I could pay my way out of this scott-free.
"Of course, man. What do I owe you?
"Hmm...What do we think Adam? This much weed. This is good shit. Plus a convenience fee. Plus you're gonna need shit for next week. What's that...$200?"
I gulped. That was more than I was expecting. I didn't think weed was thaaaat expensive.
"Sounds about right," Adam said with a devious little smile. He looked even cuter than normal when he was being evil.
"Yeah. Let's take care of this now dude. You have my Venmo."
Both of them stared at me intently. Waiting for me to act. Still stinging from the price it took me a few moments to collect myself.
"Yeeeeeeaaaaah...okay. I got ya." It felt like I was being scammed but what could I do. I pulled my phone out. Venmo. Recents. Two. Zero. Zero. Private. Click. I heard a buzz coming from Ian's phone a moment later, now in his hand.
"Good boy," Ian said, acknowledging receipt. I felt my cheeks redden. "Glad to hear you dig it. Now grab us a couple beers."
I bound towards the fridge, giving myself a mental pep talk along the way. Last week got a little weird but it was undeniably exciting. What I remember was exciting anyway. My life needs a little excitement right now. I just need to watch how much I smoke this time. Keep it together. I grab three beers and bring them over to the living room where Ian and Adam have already posted up. I lay all three on the coffee table and watch as they quickly scoop up their drinks.
"Cheers buddy, another week of summer school in the books," Ian says, toasting the air.
"For you anyway, just another week closer to moving back home for me," Adam said dejectedly. He cracked his beer. "But fuck it, let's party!"
"Nice." I said, meekly, wanting to be included in the conversation but unable to assert myself enough to feel on their level. I went to grab the last remaining beer, but Ian snatches it just as I'm about to.
"Oh no dude. Not yet for you. You've got an assignment to do."
My blood started boiling. So close to being able to kick back. I've been looking forward to this all week. What could it be now?
"Really? I just finished everything on the website a couple of hours ago."
"Nah, this one isn't on the website. Midterm paper. Teacher wants it in person, handwritten. You can just type it out and I'll take it from there. You know anything about the Civil War?" Ian chuckled.
I stared at him in disbelief. Anger. Not saying a word. I look to Adam as if hoping he would step in as the good cop to Ian's bad, but no luck.
"Actually... doesn't matter," Ian interjected. "This isn't rocket science. I just need a C."
"C'mon man, please. I was hoping I could just chill tonight."
A few more awkward moments went by. I was frozen with equal parts embarrassment, anger and......lust. Ian wielding his power over me was increasingly intoxicating.
"You gonna promise me you get this done by Sunday night, dipshit?" The embarrassment turned to instant relief. It was a rare moment of compromise. Maybe he was finally softening a little, the more he got to know me.
"Yeah, of course, dude"
"Yes...what?" Ian retorted. Leading me on. I heard Adam chuckle, clearly understanding where his buddy was going.
"Oh come on, really?!?" My instinctual clapback surprised even me. His games were wearing thin on me. It was contrary to the sudden progress I thought I was making.
"Due by 10. See you then," Ian said. The shrug was implied. I had to spring into action.
"...yyyyes, Sir. I promise it will be done by Sunday night. There. Are you happy?"
"Fuck it. Alright, you're one of us tonight!" he said as he tossed the third beer my way. My heart suddenly beamed. One of them? The littlest bit of acceptance into the fraternity of Ian and Adam was going a long way to making me think all this has been worth it. If I could hang on their level I could replicate this with people my own age. I suddenly had an epiphany of confidence.
"Now break out your green. You host, you supply." Ian commanded, shaking me out of my daydream.
"Hell yeah. You got it."
What followed brought me back to the sleepovers of my youth....except with the addition of a ton of weed and booze. The pizza came and went, into the bellies of three hungry boys, two of which were still growing, one of which was only growing a gut. We all traded controllers playing Fortnite, Adam putting on a clinic while Ian and I struggled to keep up, me solidly in the rear skill-wise.
The conversation was flowing, at least between them, but I felt so happy to be a fly on that wall. The insight I got into these two boys' lives in such a short burst was fascinating, and humanizing. I started really connecting with them as they told their stories. Like the one where Ian found Playboy magazines in his teacher's desk (Who the fuck reads Playboy anymore?!?) and then left them out so he knew he was caught. Or when Adam was at a pool party and a boy he had a crush on lost his shorts when diving into the pool (Amazing that kids these days talk about liking other boys so freely). Or the one where Ian was fucking his girlfriend and somehow lost his jizz-filled condom in the ocean of covers as they rolled around (Damn these boys are so fucking horny always). I was along for their ride, doing my best to get a "oh shit" or "that's what's up" in there. Just enough to show I'm engaged without having to engage myself. I was having a genuinely good time, pounding shots and passing the dope around for what seemed like hours. I felt.....included, for the first time in a long time. The haze of the drugs combined with my elation around my sudden good fortune was building to a crescendo. My brain was a happy, fuzzy sludge. A boy's voice suddenly snapped me out of it.
"What about you, Chris?" It was Adam. He looked at me intently with his doe eyes, melting my heart, already primed to be melted.
"Huh"
"Haha. I think we're losing him," Ian laughed.
"Earth to Chris!" Adam joked. He was a little corny and I liked him for that. "We're talking about college. How fucking boring high school is. You went to UT, right?"
University of Texas in Austin. Class of 2014. Although, of course, we never said "Austin" when talking about UT. Everyone knew which one we meant, especially in Austin.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, dude, it was fun" - the best I could muster.
"You must have done alright then, right? With the ladies? You're not bad-looking, dude. Unless you were like, fat or something back then."
I felt myself blushing a bit. Adam thinks I'm not bad-looking?
"Nah, not fat, heh. About the same as now, I guess," I replied. "But honestly, I wasn't about girls much in college. I just wanted to party and get a degree." Ugh, I wanted desperately to not lie to them but at the same time, I was mortified of them knowing the real truth about my college years.
"So....guys then?" Ian this time, being a bit mischievous.
"No no. Not like that." I was beginning to hate this. "I just wasn't trying to date in those days. I was really focused on school and hanging with friends."
"Bummer man," was Adam's reply, the tinge of disgust in his voice was killing me. "But like you've done good since, right? Nice house, nice job. I feel like girls your old fucking age would dig that."
"I mean..." I was stalling for some reason I couldn't identify. Hoping they would change the subject? No luck. "Not really dude. I got my job first thing out of school. It takes up a lot of my time."
"I hear that," Adam said, seemingly putting me on the verge of getting bailed out. "I can't wait to start applying for computer jobs out of coll..."
"WAIT." It was Ian - interrupting. I gulped.
"So..... when did you lose your virginity exactly?" Ian asked, his intonation going up with each word. My heart started fluttering fast. Even in my foggy state I could reason well enough to know we were on the precipice of Ian and Adam discovering a secret that has eaten away at me for over a decade now.
"I.....uh......ummm......haven't had s..ssex before."
"Holy shit, dude, what?!?" Ian asked incredulously. Adam could be heard chuckling as well. "How fucking old are you again?!?"
"Uh...31"
"Fuuuuuuck dude I can't believe it." I could feel my cheeks getting red and hot. This was unbearable. Two boys I would have killed to be growing up myself, in disbelief at how much of a loser I am. I've never felt this low, this exposed, this......turned on? I felt my dick slowly growing, employing a quick maneuver to avoid an obvious tent. Ian continued after a few more moments silence: "Like, how is that even possible man? You're not like, ugly or anything."
"I DUNNO MAN!" I replied at a near shout, real anger in my voice, he had tapped into a well of existential anxiety that had been simmering for ages. I hated this part about me. It made me feel so alien to the rest of society - and I couldn't explain it. Just something about me that makes it difficult to share myself with others. It really ate away at my soul. I was breathing heavily all of a sudden, clearly distressed. "I'm done talking about this guys, I'm sorry."
"Dude, chill," Ian said, weirdly assured. He could have continued assaulting me but he didn't. Actually, he then stood up and grabbed two shot glasses and the bottle of tequila and then poured, walking over to the chair I was occupying.
"Here... drink," he said. I hesitated. "C'mon man. Drink. Both of them. You need this right now."
I looked over to Adam. He was following intently. His eyes telling me....he was empathetic? Or maybe just cringed out. It was hard to tell. I grabbed both shot glasses and threw them back quickly, my brain telling me the worst was over and we'd be back to talking about dumb school stories in no time.
"Damn, good job." I bit of pride swelled inside me, I was coming back.
"Now.... clothes off."
I looked up at Ian, then over to Adam, who seemed taken aback as well.
"Wha...what?"
"Yeah, what are you doing, man?" Adam chimed in.
"Shut the fuck up, A." Ian seemed suddenly annoyed at his friend. Seeing Adam just as confused as me acted as a temporary salve. He poured tequila into the same two shot glasses and took them instantly. Letting out a little snarl that was frankly, a little cute. "We fix this shit tonight. You've put this off long enough." I had a hard time telling if he meant me or him.
"Dude, I live my own life. I told you I'm just experimenting with dudes, I want to go at my own pa.." Before Adam could finish his sentence Ian had already moved his attention back to me. My short reprieve was over.
"STRIP MOTHER FUCKER I'M NOT ASKING"
The fear was a nuclear blast to my skull. Adrenaline pumping now faster and harder than I'd ever felt before. I was losing my grasp on reality from both the drugs and the sudden realization of what was happening. A brown out of sorts. Neither I, nor Adam could predict what he was going to do next, and that thought had my cock at full attention. He grabbed me by the collar and flung me effortlessly onto the empty bit of rug in front of me, warping the neck sleeve of my t-shirt irreparably. I immediately complied. I had no other option, standing briefly to pull off my shorts and underwear awkwardly before falling back to my knees to remove my shirt. I felt like a little child, so completely weak and vulnerable. Goosebumps began forming all over my body.
Ian stepped up, put one arm under my stomach while swiftly pushing me hard with the other forward from behind, landing me on my hands and knees. He then used his feet to push my knees apart, just a bit more than shoulder-width.
"Alright little buddy, time to experiment." I could still see Adam's face from my angle. Slight disgust from Adam's sudden turn of mood. Or was it......me? "Start by licking his hole. Get it ready."
The hesitation from Adam said it all.
"Dude," Ian insisted. "I know how much you want this. You said yourself you thought he was good-looking. If it doesn't happen now it might be years before you get with a dude, you know how much harder it is where you are."
"Yeah, man, okay, I fucking get it!" Adam responded annoyingly. He walked out of my field of vision towards my backside. I could suddenly feel his presence behind me, the same feeling you get when you just know you're being watched. Two small thuds confirmed he was now on his own knees. I wasn't sure what to expect but I braced myself for....something to happen. At least ten more seconds went by, or at least it felt like ten seconds.
"C'mon, A. What's the matter? I know that freaky shit you watch. You've seen plenty of dude's holes"
"I get it, man. It's just...."
"Spill it, dude. What's up?"
"All the boys in the videos I like don't have any hair..... there. I guess I got used to that."
I don't think of myself as an especially hairy guy, especially because I have none on my chest or stomach, a source of embarrassment growing up trying to prove myself to my peers.
Ian laughed. "Yeah, alright I got you." He then turned back to me. "Faggot!"
A few seconds went by. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do. Was I meant to talk? I moved forward with that assumption.
"Yesss....yes, Sir."
"You have a razor and shaving cream, no?" I had to think for a moment.
"Uhhhh.....I have an electric shaver, no cream."
"Good enough for now. Go get it." I sprang up. Not wanting to hesitate long enough for Ian to get any madder. Wanting, maybe weirdly considering the circumstances, to do exactly as he says, to keep him happy. I began heading up the stairs. "Sixty seconds," Ian said as I retreated, but I knew I wouldn't need that long. I shave at least three times a week to keep my face as smooth as possible. Beards any longer than a couple of days' worth drive me crazy. I was able to procure the shaver sitting on its charger in my bathroom within a matter of moments. I returned to Ian, proud. He snatched it out of my hand.
"Back in position, faggot."
I complied immediately, the electricity of lust now surging, all five inches of me sprung downwards. Within moments I heard the familiar buzz. I instinctively winced not knowing what was coming but as Adam (or was it Ian?) began working the shaver around my exposed hole, but it felt....nice. Tingly. I could feel them covering ground, more than just the hole. My entire ass and the little bit of leg hair back there that worked its way to my knees. A minute later they were done.
SLAAAAAAAAAP
I cried out at the sting. It hurt quite a bit actually. That had to be Ian. His laughing confirmed it.
"Alright, A. Time to put up now. No more fucking excuses." I could hear another shot being poured and someone taking it. I was resisting every instinct in my body to turn around and understand what was happening behind me, but I didn't want to risk Ian getting angry. He didn't tell me otherwise, but it just seemed like something I shouldn't do.
And then suddenly......
Pleasure. Waves of pleasure. Amplified by the marijuana that continued to keep me in a delightful fog. It felt like hundreds of little ants were dancing right on my rectum. It was....incredible. I moaned just a little without realizing it.
"Awwwwww....does the faggot like it?" Ian asked rhetorically. "Keep going," he directed at Adam.
Ian reappeared in front of me, taking a seat on the couch and immediately taking off his running shorts, revealing his now familiar six-inch member which he immediately grabbed and started working.
"Hell yeah, bud. How do you like it?" He looked over at Adam who I could feel taking a break to speak.
"I think I like it, man. A little stanky but honestly not too bad. I thought it would be worse."
"Oh, shit. We probably should have washed his gross-ass for your first time," Ian said, followed by, "Too late." He smirked.
The rimming continued for an eternity. Ian pleasureing himself at the sight. Was he more turned from watching his friend eating me out or the feeling of absolute power he was wielding? I guess it doesn't really matter. His eyes clearly communicated he was enjoying this either way. After a few minutes of this, he wanted to move on.
"Enough!" Ian commanded. "Time to seal the deal, A. You ready, bitch?" There was another sudden, disappointing break in the constant stream of good feeling I was getting accustomed to.
"Yeah, dude. I think so."
"Well your turn to strip little buddy, especially if I'm here with my dick out. Can't let you fuck him clothed." The words "fuck him" resonated in my brain for a few moments. I knew what this was leading to, I'm not an idiot. I was trepidatious for sure, but even more so......excited actually. The gravity of the moment was taking over. It wasn't the ideal way to be deflowered, but at least it was finally happening. I was ready. Ian was right, it was time. He turned to me.
"Bandana. You have one?" I mean, yeah, this is Texas after all, but why? I was a little confused, but I could only answer truthfully.
"Uhhhhh.....yeah. Coat closet, top shelf." I motioned to the door nearest the entryway. Within seconds Ian returned with a black bandana I once used to accent a Halloween costume. His hard cock was bouncing just in front of my face, tantalizingly. My body was learning to crave his manhood. It was the most perfect thing I've ever seen. I wanted so desperately for him to just push it the few extra inches into my mouth.
"Close your eyes." I did so out of obedience, and a little hope, but a moment later I felt the tight pressure of the bandana being wrapped around my head, covering my eyes. He was blindfolding me. My shock at what was suddenly happening immediately dampened my simmering excitement.
"Hey, what the fuck dude?" I asked, immediately becoming angry at myself for not being able to contain my sudden disappointment.
SMAAAAAACK
I felt a hard stinging pain across my cheek, plus a dull ache where his hand made some contact with the bandana. I was momentarily dazed while the reverberations of his powerful strike ping-ponged through my upper body, a new kind of buzz temporarily taking effect.
"Shut the fuck up fag. What do you need to be looking at anyway?" Actually, his logic here was unimpeachable.
"Ssss...sorry, man. I just wasn't expecting it." Ian ignored me and returned his focus to his friend.
"Alright, A. Let's go."
PTTTTUIIIII
Adam spit on his cock. My nerves were reaching a fever pitch. It felt like so much of my life was building to this moment. I could finally call myself a man any second now. I felt so thankful to Ian for setting this up, even if the circumstances were a bit...unusual. I would get this experience to take with me forever and with only a few more weeks of summer school left, the end of my "indebtedness" was in sight. Maybe Adam and I could stay friends when this is all over? He might want a mentor for his computer studies, right? Nothing sexual of course. But something about losing track of him after the summer was over made me immediately sa...............
The pain was immediate and unbearable. Adam, whether out of inexperience or lack of care for my well-being, thrust his more modest tool as deep as it could go and stopped. I couldn't bite my tongue for more than a second.
"Ooowwwww!!! Shit that hurt's man! Take it out! Take it OUUUUUUUUT!!!"
I felt Adam slip back out of me, followed by Ian's maniacal laugh.
"Ha, hell yeah dude. You're really going for it." It was driving me mad that I couldn't see their faces. "Don't break him, dude. Start slow. Shallow. Get a feel for it. Enjoy it."
"Sorry, Ian. This is fucking intense," Adam's reply, clearly embarrassed by his display of ineptitude.
I could feel him gingerly probing this time. His cockhead pressing over and over, trying to get the right fit. Then, suddenly, it felt as if he found his angle. He pushed ever so slightly, maybe too slow this time, but I preferred it this way. I winced as he began penetrating me in earnest again, the pain was still immense but more bearable at this pace. I instinctively sucked in air through my teeth when it got difficult, providing Adam a roadmap as to when to pause and when to continue pushing. Before long, he was just as deep as he was at first, but this time, I could handle it.
"Fuuuuuuck yeah, dude," Ian said in support, the familiar sound of his hand working his cock was decipherable through the room's ambient noise. "In and out now."
Adam complied, pulling back in a measured, considered way, but not fully removing himself from inside me. The pain still radiated dramatically from behind, but catching up now were feelings of pleasure, not too far removed from the delight and accomplishment of passing a huge shit through your rectum. I was always the weird kid who liked to hold their bowel movements in as much as possible, loving the feeling of the sludge moving through the last foot of intestine, applying a delightful pressure from within.
Reinforced by my lack of negative feedback, Adam started pushing back and forth. Not full deep thrusts, but an inch or two in each direction, each shift sending an intoxicating mix of confusing signals through all my nerve-endings, accented all the more by my own intoxication. I began whimpering uncontrollably, the feeling just too much for me to be able to keep quiet.
"That's it, A. You're fucking melting his mind right now. Listen to him." I was surprised to hear Adam then reply.
"Yeeeeeeeeesssssss, this feels amazing. You want in on this dude?"
"Fuck you, faggot." Ian was laughing, but I couldn't help but notice it was the first time he used the "F" word directed at Adam. "You know I'm not into that shit. No, this is your night. All you, dude."
Adam continued thrusting awkwardly, but effectively enough. I could hear little gutteral grunts coming from his mouth with each push, little slaps of skin each time his hips made contact with my asscheeks. He was really getting into it.
"Fuuuuck. I think I'm gonna cum dude, what do I do?"
"STOP!" Ian yelled. Adam abruptly ceased moving, collapsing onto my back while still inside of me. I felt him breathe heavily for a few moments, his hairless abs making contact with each attempt at pulling in oxygen. He slowly pulled out, but I still felt a fullness as if something was still in there. It was a strange and foreign feeling. "I wanna try something."
I could hear Ian walk over to a bag and unzip, fumbling with some of its contents. Within seconds I could feel his body heat just in front of me, his unmistakable musk growing more intense.
"Close your mouth, fag." I did as he instructed. "Keep it closed!" I felt him close one side of my nose with his thumb while also bracing my head, preventing it from turning laterally.
"Now breathe in. DEEEP mother fucker."
I obeyed, immediately overwhelmed by the smell of....medicine? Chemicals? It was hard to tell.
"Keep breating in. Thaaaaat's it." It smelled so unnatural. After a few seconds I gagged a little, coughing just as a reaction to the offense to my senses.
"FUCK Ian, what the hell is this shit."
"Don't worry about it, faggot. Now breathe. Again." He closed the other side of my nose and repeated, holding my head still as I struggled to get clean air. "Goooood faggot."
I was left dazed, both by Ian's aggressiveness and the effects of whatever he had forced upon me. I was suddenly buzzing - in a new way that the alcohol nor weed was capable of providing. I felt flush, as if the temperature in the room had gone up 10 degrees. My heart was on fire, beating out of my chest. My grasp on the present was slipping further away, lightheadedness now added to the array of effects I was already experiencing. I could feel my body letting go, all the tension of the moment evaporating.
"Adam. Go. Again."
On Ian's cue, I felt Adam re-enter me from behind, desperate to pick up where he left off, tantalizingly close to ejaculation. The thrusts were deeper now, harder. It was easier this time. I guess I was getting a feel for it? I got lost in the rhythm, way more than before. My whimpers became full-blown moans, filling the room with sound as I forgot where I was, who was there, what was happening. I just knew it felt incredible.
"Shut up, fag!" Adam this time. Fag? So much for his morals. I was a little hurt actually.
"Don't worry about him, dude. Let him enjoy it," Ian coached. "Are you about to cum, A?"
"Oh yeah, dude, about to fucking blast."
"Then let's end this shit. Cum inside him. Show him who's in charge."
"Are you sure that's cool?"
"You're both fucking virgins. Don't be stupid."
It was all the permission Adam needed. I felt the motion abruptly stop as he uttered an ugly-sounding cry, the catharsis of uncontrollable ecstasy manifested in sound. The feeling of his teenage cum covering my insides was so alien, a feeling I would never forget. I felt so connected to Adam in that moment. Like maybe this crush was something....more.
"Not anymore," Adam said with a smirk. My eyes rolled behind my blindfold, mercifully.
"Take his shit off," I could hear Ian say.
Blinding light flooded my corneas. It hurt to look, but I wanted so badly to take stock for the first time since it went dark. As my focus came back I couldn't help but look over at Ian sitting on the couch, now shirtless, with his own pool of semen scattershot across his chest and abdomen. He really has been working out more, fuck. He looked like such a champion. Content with the fruits of his labor.
"Hell yeah, little dude, how do you feel?"
"Fuck," Adam responded. "I feel like the whole world is my bitch!"
Ian chuckled, stood up and patted him on the shoulder.
"I'm proud of you man. You did this," emphasizing the word "you." "Now go get a shower. The guest bathroom." He then turned back to me.
"I'm proud of you too, faggot. What do you say?"
There was nothing else to say.
"Thank you, Sir." I was still on my hands and knees, genuinely appreciative, exhausted, unsure of what to do next, afraid of making any move that wasn't expressly approved by my controller.