Ass Intervention

I’d told a couple friends about my recent experiences with chemsex and they became extremely worried, as good friends would. Brian and Josh were two guys I’d known for years. They were a couple I met at one of our local gay bars. Brian is the older of the two at nearly 60, works out like a fiend, bald, thick salt & pepper beard, waxes his body. I’d never seen him naked, but I’m sure he’s hanging based on the clear bulge I’ve seen in his shorts many times. That, and his husband, Josh continuously brags about the girth and length of his husband’s meat.

Josh is 35, also works out. The met at the gym. Thick head of jet black hair, blue eyes, clean shaven, waxed body due to a recent body building completion. They met at the gym almost 10 years ago and have been inseparable ever since.

As we have become closer, we’ve shared many stories of our sexual explorations. They both know Jace and also know he has my cock locked up going on 8 weeks straight. They have heard me tell them all about my frequent fisting adventures while high on the T. Since they confided in me they are also into handball, it was easy to tell them all about it.

The following week, Saturday afternoon, I heard a knock on my door. When I answered, there was Brian and Josh in the doorway and they barged in. 

“We need you to sit down, man”, Brian said in a serious voice.

”We’re very concerned about you. We’ve been talking it over and we think you’re playing with fire. Maybe you’re not an addict now, but you’re on your way. We’ve made a couple of calls, and there are places you can go for help.”, Josh said next.

I should have mentioned both Brian and Josh work in the healthcare field, so likely they reached out to some of their connections.

”Wait a minute now! What are you saying? Look, I will admit I’ve been experimenting with T for a few mo the now, but I’m no addict. I appreciate your concern, but I think I’m good. I really do.”

”Man, we knew you’d say that. That’s what an addict would say. I mean, I don’t get it. I don’t know what you get out of it. Don’t you see these people with missing teeth and emaciated bodies? Do you want to end up like them? Is that what you want?”, Brian said with conviction.

”Look, I know some people get addicted and can’t stop. I don’t see myself that way. I do it occasionally, that’s it. I need to tell you, a couple hits of clouds and a little booty bump, that’s it. In just a couple of minutes, it’s like going on a wild trip where your endorphins and adrenaline take over, and this euphoria that is like none other. Taking fists while high is indescribable. I cannot put it into words. To be honest, I’m surprised the two of you haven’t done it!”

As I was describing the rush to the men, I could see Josh adjusting his dick in his shorts. Maybe he was picturing himself taking his husband’s meaty paws under the influence?

”Will you listen to yourself? You’re trying to justify this! Are you high right now?”, Brian was becoming agitated with me.

”Babe, calm down. Maybe he’s right? Maybe his problem is not as bad as we thought? I mean, he does have a point. We’ve never parTied before. We don’t know what it’s like. Who are we to judge?”

”Are you kidding me right now? I’m not doing meth with you, Josh! I will not put that crap in my body and neither should you!”

”Guys, I do appreciate your concern. I appreciate you coming over here. I don’t want to cause any problems between you two. And, no, I’m not high right now, but damn it, you two are making me all horned up sitting in my living room with your sweaty workout clothes. I can smell your musky sweat all the way across the room!”

Brian lifted his pit up and took a whiff. His pits were not waxed. 

“Yeah, I guess we are a bit ripe. Josh, let’s go.”

”Actually babe, ummm, I’d kind of like to stick around if that’s ok. I’ve been begging you to spice things up for months now. Maybe I should take a booty bump?”

”Whoa, boy, I mean I know we’re married and I don’t want to act like I own you, but do you know what you’re doing? You want to parTy right now? You haven’t even douched? What are you thinking?”

”if you’re serious, I’ve got a hose in the shower upstairs. I don’t mind fixing us a couple bumps, maybe Brian will take us chariot?”

”Really? Is that a serious offer? Brian, will you do this for me, please?

”Damn it, boy, I can never say no to you you. Fuck, ok, even if it is against my better judgment.”

I brought them both upstairs to my bedroom. While Brian showered, I took out some supplies from my bag. Josh and I lit up a couple crystals and got a little loose. By the time Brian came out of the shower in a towel, I’d begun to work in the booty bumps. Brian just watched me work while Josh douched and showered. I’d already cleaned out that morning in the hopes of finding some fun.

When Josh returned to the bedroom I had him lay flat on my bed and I gave him a small bump in the ass. I’d prepared a second syringe and did the same for myself. 

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Part 2 to follow, and this story is in no way meant to entice anyone to try party drugs, it is just a story with some partial truths and embellishments.