Straight best mate - Part 6
Hello again, sorry for the delay, but I have been busy recently. This update should have been written a week ago, but there we go!
It's Sunday 11th Jan. Jake and I had planned to get a bit wreaked. Planned for about a week, although have been talking about it since before Christmas. Just to put things in context, remember that I'm 27 and Jake is going to be 19 this year.. There are some differences between us and one of them is drugs. Jake has taken pills and a few other recreational drugs and this has been going on for a while now. It's an every now and again thing (once every couple of months). He is not an addict or anything like that. other than for weed! And he has never tried anything like heroin or crack.
When I was his age I never tried anything, focused on work work work and missed a few experiences along the way. Now that I'm older and have a younger circle of friends, I have tried a couple of things. but the times this has happened in the last 3 years could be counted in single digits. I'm not trying to justify or excuse our decisions because neither is necessary, but I just wanted to clarify that we are not major drug users and that we use drugs. they don't use us!
So basically Jake saved a couple of "good" pills from a night he had a couple of months ago. He suggested that we use them one time so that I could try them. I have had MD before, but it's a bit heavy if you take too much, so a pill seems to be more manageable.
After talking about it for ages we finally agreed a night when we both had the next day off so that we could spend the "come-down" together, which is a very sensible approach. Sunday night after the other guys had gone (Halo3 multiplayer!!) we "dropped" the pills and waited for them to kick in. After a while it started and we got all sweaty and fidgety. We decided to mess around outside and go for a walk. trust me, there is not much better than a 2/3am walk on back roads with at most 1 car around. We take a good amount of water with us and start walking. We both feel great and start to feel "loved up", which is common. Nothing happened, we were just hugging a bit and arms inter-locked while walking. After about an hour, maybe two we get back "home". Sitting in the bar area for a few minutes, don't know why? We started chatting about various things.. Space and time.. Politics.. The conversations and ideas that you can come up with in our situation are really funny and at least at the time, really brilliant!
I can't really remember how the conversation started but Jake said something that really got me horny (I was already majorly loved up like he was). I said that he shouldn't say things like that as he knows I'm bi/curious. He said that I knew he was a bit curious himself. At this point I turned away and perhaps with a little more drama than was needed made it obvious that I was frustrated. He asked me what was wrong and I made him push a few times for a response. I told him that I wanted to honour his request for nothing to happen again but that I was really in mood right now and need to take some time to cool down. I didn't want to push him. His response was along the lines of, "we are both pilled up, fuck it". With that we started to kiss, right there in the bar at 4 or 5am (who can tell?!). Quickly moving upstairs to the sofa we kissed and I got to lick him all over (hmmmmm). I was going between his cock and lips, each with equal attention. His cock really struggled to stay hard. as did mine.. The down side to our pill... What a shitter! He said he really wanted it, but that nothing was happening. I was gutted. We stayed up starting to feel tired, hugging and kissing on the sofa. but more soft kissing than fast raw passion. He went to bed and that was it.
At around 12 noon I heard him flush the toilet. I was feeling tired, but still "up". I went through and asked if I could lay with him to warm up. I got in bed with him and put my arm round. He was in and out of sleep while I started to rub him. I was hard as rock as the memory of a failed chance from a few hours ago kicked in. I moved my hand down to his boxers and started rubbing his already semi cock. As he didn't say anything I got his cock out and started wanking him (now at full hardness!) and he was doing his "whimper" moans, which get me going so much!
He turned round so I could take the boxers down more and that his back was facing me. At first I thought he was trying to pull away but then he started edging back into me bit by bit. I already had to turn to face him in order to be comfy while wanking him.
When I truly realised that he was moving towards me, I moved in close so that my cock (still hard.. still in my boxers!) was against his naked arse.
I started to pump in and out a little and there were no complaints so I decided to take off my boxers and see.. I moved my cock to his arse and push into his cheeks a little; he moved back into me, there was no doubt that he new what was happening. I was pumping in and out of his arse cheeks and meeting resistance as I reached his hole. Each time I touched it, he moaned and after a while we started a very clumsy attempt of "entry". I was pushing gently and so was he, but in our position it was not going to happen.. At least not the first time, he was too tight obviously.
Even though I was not actually fucking him, his moans kept continuing though and before long he told me he was about to cum. I wasted no time moving him so that I could finish him off with a blowjob; I find it special to me that no-one else gets to do this to him. He has said again that he doesn't shoot in the mouth.. But he says that he really likes it with me and only me! Lucky me!
It doesn't take long with me sucking him deeply before his moans increase and he starts to cum, Shots after shots of it, with him finishing with a deep moan.
We lay there for a while and I give him a kiss, which he returns. After a quick snog I suggest a smoke. We then fall asleep with him in my arms.
That was just over a week ago and although we have spoken about the night and how good it was, we have not mentioned the next morning/day other than to say that we thought the "come down" was not that bad.
I'm now back to that place where I'm waiting for the next time, without making it too obvious and without it taking too much of my thinking time. Again I have to admit how hard it is.. I have had him in that way and I now want him every day.. It's all new and exciting but it seems to take too long between sessions! I think if we had a full two weeks of "fun", every night getting at it, then the "new" feeling will wear out and it wouldn't be so hard waiting a week or so between sessions.. But what are the chances of that!!
Well there you have it. You may be thinking "lucky bastard". but trust me. there are many downsides to my situation and they hurt like hell. I put up with them because I hope one day the good will outweigh the bad all of the time (rather than just on one of our nights), but I am probably living in false hope!
Cheers again for reading. Comments, as always, extremely welcome.
gaverage
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