It was approaching five in the morning by the time the taxi pulled up outside the house. Ted and I had been chatting so vigorously throughout the long journey, neither of us had noticed the ride was over.
“Thirty seven fifty,” the driver murmured as he turned on the inner light. We both reached into our pockets and pulled out an assortment of crumpled notes and loose change, chuckling to ourselves as we pieced together enough to cover the fare.
“Take thirty eight!” Ted said righteously as he clumsily handed the pile to the driver, dropping coins and slightly moist five pound notes around the front of the cab. The driver grunted and said nothing as we both hastily exited the car in a disorientated muddle. As the car drove off, I loudly slapped the roof twice sending echoes through the silent, deserted street. We both erupted into muffled laughter and winded our way to the front door.
Attending raves had been our friend group’s choice of fun for several years. Now in our early twenties, we felt like veterans of the party scene, taking every opportunity to party through the night. To help us through the long nights, to enhance the action and lift the spirits, some of us liked to drink, and most of us smoked weed, but the one thing we all loved to take was ecstasy.
If you haven’t taken ecstasy before, it’s difficult to explain the effect it has on you. It’s as if you’ve swallowed a cloud. You get that ball of excited energy in the pit of your stomach, like you’re constantly riding over the peak of a rollercoaster. All of your senses get heightened, particularly touch. It feels like your skin is electrified; suddenly every texture you feel has a magical quality that brings you great pleasure. You can feel the soft cotton of your clothes rub against your skin. You also get an overwhelming feeling of love and unity with everyone in the world. It makes strangers feel like your best friends, and your best friends like an extension of yourself. Pure love and connection.
A night of dancing under the intense feeling that ecstasy enabled was our vice and tonight had been no exception. After saying goodbye to our friends earlier that night, Ted and I shared a taxi back to our house to crash. We’d been housemates for about a year at this point, but had known each other for much longer.
“Right,” I said as we shuffled through the door, “I’m getting a drink, do you want one? Let’s get some tunes on, oh, let’s get a spliff rolled. I’m still buzzing!”
“Yep, on it.”
Ted and I had done this routine many times before. Preparations needed to be taken to start the slow descent back down to earth. This usually included warm tea, chilled tunes and a hazy room filled with smoke. A long night of dancing to loud music in a hot, dark basement usually meant ringing ears, clothes soaked in sweat and a desire to start taming the raging buzz that had propelled you though the evening.
“Phhhhhew”, Ted proclaimed as he slumped on the sofa, rubbing his hands over his face in a self-comforting daze of bewilderment at the night's events. “That was a big one.”
“Hell yeah,” I sighed, sitting down opposite him on the armchair, placing the hot drinks on the table that lay to the side of us. Both of us spent a moment staring into space trying to make sense of the wild evening’s events. The soft light and comforting plumes of smoke and incense filled the room, a stark contrast to the heaving, dark gritty carnage we’d recently escaped. As we sat facing each other, Ted leant over to hand me the joint he’d just lit.
“Those pills,” he shook his head, staring at me. His pupils were enormous.
“I know, man, intense, right? Absolutely buzzing.”
“Yeah. Totally loved up!” He took a long breath and placed his hands onto his lap.
We rambled on for what seemed like an eternity. As it does under the influence of stimulants, the conversation meandered through many topics, from the banal to, what feels like, the most poignant and deeply meaningful subjects - the meaning of life, the human condition, love, relationships, connection. Young adult males rarely speak openly and sincerely together about their thoughts and feelings, but chatting under the influence of ecstasy, we gushed as if there were no social boundaries between us. Sometime later, we’d both sunk deep into our chairs, sprawled out and basking in the misty, dim light of the room. My body was still hot inside, but my skin was cool and tingly. I kept rubbing my hands over the squashy leather of the armchair, feeling every bump and crevice like it was both hard and soft at the same time. I kept drifting off, deep into my own imagination, but I regained my concentration just in time to hear Ted’s question.
“I mean, could you do this all day every day, do you think?”
“Do what, sorry, man?”
“Be like this, you know, high as fuck, all day,” his hands soothed over his legs as if he was checking they were still attached. “Like, imagine if you just felt this way all day.”
“I don’t know, to be honest,” I said after thinking about it for a while. “I think it would get exhausting. And, you wouldn’t get anything done, you’d just sit around and feel yourself all day.”
We both sniggered and nodded in approval.
“Yeah,” he said, still rubbing his thighs. He seemed to drift off, deep into thought.
Ted was, by any account, a pretty ordinary looking guy. But if you looked long enough, like I had, you would notice his many charming features. His shaggy, dirty blonde hair framed his round face. His nose had the slightest upturn, lifting his top lip and exposing a slither of his front teeth. Quite adorable. Not much facial hair except for two prominent, bushy eyebrows gave his face a warm, expressive look. He had a shapely body; his broad shoulders quickly narrowed to a thin waist which accentuated his chunky forearms that were dashed with soft, fuzzy hair. He had a cute tummy, a podgy pot belly that protruded under his t-shirt. What always stuck my attention the most, though, were his chunky thighs and round, perky behind that beamed outwards. He certainly had a ‘bottom-heavy’ figure. I watched him for a while, gently rubbing his thighs when he became present in the room again.
“Yeah, I think you’re right, actually,” he looked thoughtfully into the distance, “It’d be annoying after a while, imagine going to work in this state! And it’d probably ruin any chances of a relationship too.”
“In what way?”
“Well, you know, you wouldn’t be able to keep anyone happy in the bedroom department.” He paused and looked toward me, exaggerating a comical sad face.
“Erm, what?” I said, laughing in disbelief. Ted looked sheepish.
“Ahh, you know,” he cautiously continued, “Down there. Doesn’t work when you’re on pills.”
“I beg to differ!” I sat upright, “It can still work. In fact, sex is spectacular on pills!”
“You’ve had sex on pills before?” Ted looked intrigued to hear more.
“Hell yeah,” I began, “Oh, well,” I suddenly felt embarrassed and ashamed for what I was about to admit to my friend, but I was still high and feeling uninhibited enough to speak openly. “I mean, I can’t say I’ve done it with someone else, if you know what I mean.” Ted thought about it for a second.
“Oh right,” he accused me, “you mean…” leaning forward he gestured with one fist, shaking it side to side, chuckling like a schoolchild.
“Well, yes, that. I’ve done that, on pills, after nights out before,” I winced in shame, “but honestly,” I leant forward and narrowed my eyes, “it takes a bit of effort, but, oh man it’s worth it!”
I slumped back into the chair. It felt liberating to talk so openly about something usually so private and personal. The thick ice had been broken between two good friends, we were now talking about masturbation. Ted was grinning and I, still in slight disbelief of the topic that had entered the room, felt the heat in my cheeks start to sizzle.
“Right, but,” Ted looked around the room, finding something to focus his attention on as he treaded carefully around the topic, “how, exactly?”
“How?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, no, I mean,” he looked down with a face like he was trying to solve a Rubix Cube, “How can you even get hard when you’re this high? Mine’s always small and shriveled!” He let out a single laugh and looked slightly embarrassed, but also beginning to loosen from inhibition. I confidently responded.
“Well, you can get hard! But it takes a while. It starts out like you’re trying to stangle a wet noodle,” I started to flap my hand around above my groin, “but, eventually, it gets hard. But, even when you’re still soft it feels like you could come at any minute. And when you finally do…” I tilted my head up and let out a long, deep sigh, “it’s like, the most intense climax you’ve ever had in your life. It’s like, the first one you ever had, times a thousand. It just goes on forever.” I close my eyes as I relive the immense feelings of previous sessions rushing over me.
There was a new energy in the room. It was tense, but exciting. Both of us sat in a moment of silence as we both soaked up the electric atmosphere. We started laughing nervously.
“Well OK then,” he grabbed his cup of cold tea and took a sip, “I guess I’ll have to try it then, if it’s like that.” He started to diverge away from the subject.
“Yeah do it, let me know how you get on!”
“OK then, I will. Probably tonight.”
We both laughed again as Ted put his cup down on the table. I had expected that to be the last we spoke on the matter. Another short silence filled the room.
“So, are you going to do it tonight, do you reckon?” He looks over to me inquisitively with a grin.
“Ahha,” my laugh trails off, “I probably will now I’ve thought about it so much.” I shrug casually. After all, I probably would do it tonight. I was now tingling all over with the thought of a long, sensual session of touching myself. There was another, longer silence.
“I don’t suppose,” Ted quietly began, “I don’t suppose you’d be up for doing it… now?”
We made eye contact. He looked like he was about to faint. He was frozen in position looking at me. His rosy cheeks beaming from his smooth face, his skin clammy, his fingers clenched onto the sofa cushion and his pupils still as large as dinner plates. It caught me completely off guard. I had to respond, but I had no idea what to say.
“Do it now? As in… have a wank? Down here? With you?” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. Ted took a second. It looked like he was also in disbelief of what he’d just asked me.
“Erm, ahem, yeah,” he sat back with a smug look, resolved, relieved, even. “I mean, it might be a bit weird, but it might also be cool. You know, to compare the feeling. We can share an experience together.” He sounds almost serious. I almost believe he’s being serious, but I’m not certain. I stare back at him for a moment. I think he’s joking around and I play along.
“Alight then. Sure. Why not!”
An excruciating moment passes as we look at each other, each waiting for the other to react next. The absurdity makes us both burst out laughing and we break eye contact. Perhaps this is just a dream, maybe I’ve just passed out and this isn’t real.
“Should we, though?” Ted offers an opportunity to get out of this, before it actually becomes reality. “Would it be weird? Maybe it’s just the pills talking.”
I think for a moment. I’m still buzzing from the ecstasy, hot and damp from the sweat of dancing all night. I’m exhausted, but suddenly exhilarated. My stomach is filled with a churning energy and I feel my mouth start to fill with saliva.
“I guess It’s no big deal, right?” I shrug, wanting to seem confident, fighting back the fear and anticipation that was roaring inside my stomach.
“Yeah. It’s, uh, just a wank, I suppose” Ted shrugs back with a sparkle in his eyes.
“Just a wank, yeah!”
Ted puts his hand on his crotch and moves it around tentatively, watching me to gauge my reaction. I look down at his hand and slowly nod in approval.
The room falls silent while we both start to gently rub around our crotches through our clothes. Sat opposite each other, our gazes flick between our own lap to the other’s. We chuckle every now and then to try and break the tension. It takes a short while longer before Ted takes the next step.
“Alright then,” he says with a grin, reaching down with both hands, stripping his jeans to the floor. With his jeans wrapped around his ankles, he sits in his boxer briefs. I take a good look at his exposed thighs resting widely on the sofa. They look even bigger than when he’s standing. I can see a little peachy fuzz between his legs that trails up his thighs and trickles into his briefs. Still apprehensive of displaying his flesh to another man, he lifts the waistband of his underwear and looks down. “Oh dear,” he laughs to himself, “it’s never looked this pathetic before.”
“Trust me, it’s the same over here” I say, with my hand now down my trousers, toying with my flaccid, uncircumcised dick. I decided to be brave and move things along. “See.” I pull down my trousers and underwear and take my hand away, presenting my small, shrivelled penis for Ted to see.
“Yep, aha,” he says, pulling his boxers down to his ankles.
There it was. I had always imagined what his manhood looked like and never thought I’d get to see it. Across from me was Ted, trousers and boxers down to his ankles, presenting his still flaccid - but slightly aroused - penis and balls. A neat tuft of pubic hair ran up and tickled his belly button under his pot belly, which now protruded slightly out from under his t-shirt. His balls nestled neatly on his thighs. I soaked up the sight like it was the first time I’d seen a man naked. We both giggled. It felt like we’d jumped over the last hurdle of awkwardness and were now fully committed to doing this together. Ted started to flip around his limp dick, trying to wake it up.
“Are you sure this is going to work,” he said, half with a snigger, half with concern.
“It should do, give it some time.” I stood up, kicked off my trousers and underwear and stripped my t-shirt, still moist from sweat, laying it on the armrest of my chair. I sat back down and sunk back into the chair. The leather felt so good on my naked skin. I could feel the soft carpet between my toes and my whole body was tingling. “May as well settle in,” I said quietly, “it’s going to take a while, but it’ll be worth it. Trust me.”
Ted shakes his jeans and underwear off his legs and spreads his legs open wide opposite me. His balls drop down and brush the seat of the leather sofa as he continues to caress around his undercarriage. He lets out a deep sigh and digs himself more into the soft cushions. We sit there silently for a few minutes stroking ourselves, the low background music helps to settle the mood in the room. After a while, Ted speaks up.
“I see what you mean,” he looks down at himself, “this feels pretty good, actually.” He lifts his legs up onto the sofa and shifts his pelvis forward, giving me a semi-decent view of his buttcheeks just peaking through behind his sack. He was starting to get into it. “How’s it goin’ over there?”
“Yeah good,” I say as I shift my posture to the side, lifting one leg over the armrest of the chair. “I’m definitely starting to get harder now.”
Ted looks over to me and down to my groin, keeping his gaze on it as he stokes his shaft and rubs his balls with his other hand. His cheeks are now bright red and I can see new sweat seeping through his t-shirt around his chest. His tummy jiggles slightly out from under his shirt as it lifts up.
“Yeah me too.” He moves his legs back down to rest on the floor which gives me a better view. I can see he’s not fully hard, but it’s no longer the small prawn-like shape it was a moment ago. It’s spongy, almost standing on its own, starting to take shape. He slowly pulls back his foreskin, uncovering his pink bellend and sucks a finger, rubbing it over his exposed head and letting out a cute moan as he slides it around. “Oof,” he whispers, “it’s super sensitive.” He pulls his skin back and forward slowly. I can hear the faint sound of wetness from across the room as he does it. I can feel myself getting harder every second.
After a few more minutes we’re both stroking faster. The ecstasy has enhanced the feeling tenfold. The cool leather armchair on my bare ass and thighs is soothing and the air on my skin is making my hairs stand on end. My toes scrunch up the carpet and my head rolls gently back and forward in a rhythmic trance. I glance over to Ted who appears to be feeling it too. His breathing is getting heavy and his t-shirt is patchy with sweat. He sits up and peels off his damp t-shirt, throwing it onto the footrest that sits between us. Now upright, he shifts forward and sits on the edge of the sofa, his legs spread wide apart with his balls dangling down towards the floor. With his dick now clearly getting harder, he switches from using his fingertips to making a fist around his cock, his red tip gliding in and out of his foreskin with ease. He lets out a deep breath and short, muffled grunts. Sweat is beading around his forehead.
“It feels like I could blow at any second, but then, it doesn’t happen,” he gasps as he takes longer strokes. “I don’t know if I can get to the end.”
By this time we’re both fully committed. Naked, red-faced and gently panting as we concentrate hard on our challenge. Now the initial embarrassment has passed, I start to embrace the situation with full intent. I reach my hand down under my leg and grip one of my buttocks hard, pulling it to the side. The tension it makes on my hole feels great. Taking a deep breath I run my hand up my thigh, onto my torso and up my chest. When I reach my nipple, I tweak it and pinch it, making sure to show Ted.
“You’ll get there,” I say between my pants, “don’t worry about that, just feel it.”
I continue to rub my spare hand over me, feeling Ted’s eyes run over my exposed body. He takes a deep breath and copies me, sliding his hand down his chest, over his chubby tummy and onto his ballsack which is loosely hanging over the edge of the sofa. He tugs on it, making it slap back onto the leather chair. His grunts and breaths grow slightly louder.
The smell in the air is thick with fresh sweat and the unmistakable musk of our hot groins. Light from the rising sun slowly fills the room, lifting the shadows and bringing our flesh into full vision. I could almost reach out and touch Ted’s wet cock head from here. I watch him as he opens his fist and spits down into it.
“Right,” he says assertively, “common! I really want to cum. I’m not gonna’ give up.” He slips his fist over the length of his cock and grips tightly, the sound of wet squelching fills the room and I see trails of his spit spill through his fingers as he holds on. His legs twitch every time his fist reaches the tip of his bright red bellend. He lifts his head up to the ceiling and chants to himself, “common, common…” Seeing this stirs me up.
“You can do it man,” I say encouragingly, “I think I’m starting to get there.”
I use my spare hand, now gripping the arm rest of the chair, to pull myself upright, taking the same stance on the edge of the seat as Ted. I can feel sweat beading down my forehead. We both ramp up our effort and start furiously stroking, each of us panting and grunting. Ted reclines back into the sofa, his legs still open wide and his ass still hanging over the edge of the seat. His pumps become more vigorous as he starts to thrust his pelvis into the air. I can see the slightly twisted look of pleasure on his face, gritted teeth and red cheeks, biting his lip and scrunching up his eyebrows. As minutes go by, his breaths turn to short moans and strains. His stroking motions get faster, only pausing occasionally to thrust his hips up into the air, pushing his cock through his fist. The sound of his glossy precum echoes into the room.
After a short while longer, Ted’s breathing starts to change. I hear little whimpers and moans between his breaths. Eventually he sits up, his eyes open and his mouth drops slightly.
“Uhh,” he gulps, “I think, I think I can feel it coming. I think it’s actually coming,” He looks around in a mild panic, like he wasn’t expecting this to ever happen. “Where’s it going to go?” He looks like he might lose consciousness at any minute. His breaths are getting shorter and shorter.
“Here,” I say leaning forwards, grabbing his sweaty t-shirt and laying it out flat on the footrest that sits between us. “Use that.”
Ted nods, mouth open, panting frantically. He leans forward from the edge of the sofa and gets down on one knee next to the footrest. He pushes his pelvis forward and lines up his throbbing cock over the t-shirt. It looks rock solid and red raw at this point. It’s so close to me now I can smell it. I don’t take my eyes off it as Ted’s shunted breaths get faster and faster. His balls now bash on the corner of the footrest repetitively.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he muffles, stoking faster and faster. He thrusts his pelvis forwards as if he’s trying to move a boulder with his hips. “Yes… common, yes…” He stops panting and strains. He grips tightly and continues to thrust furiously as a hot, milky spooge starts to leak out early, dripping down onto the t-shirt below. “Uhh,” he grunts, “it’s so close. It’s so close. It’s right there, but it’s not coming.” His eyes are scrunched closed, his eyebrows are squished together and his face is bright red. He gasps for air like he’s been underwater as he continues to strain and push his hips forwards. Seeing him struggling, I offer some encouragement.
“Common man, go for it, you’re right there, blow it.”
“Agh, I can’t get over the line,” Ted yells in agonising bliss, urgently beating his raw cock and shoving his hips forward as if to desperately try and push his orgasm out. “I can’t do it. I can’t do it. Fuck! I need to cum so bad!”
“You want me to help?” I pant, feeling my own climax building. Ted hesitates for a moment to contemplate what I mean by ‘help’.
“Ye, yeah, Ok, yeah” Ted eventually gasps, helplessly, “help, uh, help!”
“Ok.”
I rock forward and take a knee beside Ted. Taking my spare hand, I suck my index finger with a long slurp, pulling it out with trails of my saliva. I begin to run my finger down Ted’s back reaching the top of his round, protruding ass. Slowly I send my finder between his cheeks into his crack. His ass is clammy with sweat and continues to push back and forwards as he rocks his hips. His breaths turn to short yelps as my finger slowly makes its way down.
“Hu, huuh,” Ted moans as my finger finds his opening. It’s clamped shut tightly when I try to push up inside.
“Relax man, let it in,” I whisper reassuringly. Ted can’t speak. He just nods as he frantically pumps his cock desperately trying to reach his climax. I feel a momentary twitch in his hole as he tries to let it open. “That’s it, just like that, let it in.”
Ted takes a long, deep breath, moaning as he exhales. As soon as I feel him able to finally unclench, I cease the opportunity. My finger slowly slides inside his hole with a soft squelch.
“Oh. Fuck,” he blurts out as more thick, creamy cum oozes out early, dripping down onto the t-shirt below. “That’s, that’s it,” his eyes open wide as he leans forward, stabilizing himself with his spare arm, arched over the footrest. “Yes… yes… ye…” His words trail off as they turn into slow, short exhales. “Hu… hu… hu….” His frantic beating slows to deep, long strokes in line with his grunts. His orgasm has begun.
“OK, get ready man, here you go,” I say encouragingly, pushing my finger forwards into his engorged prostate. I can feel his hole tighten hard around my finger. He lets out an almighty, lengthy strain as his hips push his cock forward, his fist pulls down forcefully one more time.
“Hnnnnnngh”
His stomach cramps and his head bows down as he finally blows his load onto the t-shirt. Heavy, slick lines of his cum forcefully splat down. They spread across the shirt like ropes of impossibly thick cream that shoots with such force I can hear them hit the chair behind me. He lets out a moan of pure exhilaration, joy and relief as his fist begins thrusting his shaft again, raining more and more of his cum down onto the soaked shirt. “Fuuuuuuck!” He shouts, drool dropping out from his open mouth, unable to contain this explosion of pleasure across his body. I slowly withdraw my finger from his hole as it pulses urgently and grip tightly onto his ballsack, squeezing firmly in bursts, in time with his spasms.
“Oh,” I moan as I look down to my own throbbing cock. A thick, white pool begins to emerge, covering my bright red head as it slips in and out of my foreskin. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”
A rush of energy shoots across my body as my hips thrust forward involuntarily. A hot stream of thick semen shoots out, hitting Ted’s drooping pot belly that’s still hunched over the damp t-shirt. White bullets fire again and again, firing onto Ted’s torso and belly, raining down onto the footrest below. I moan and strain, pushing out stream after stream of warm cum. It’s the biggest load I’ve ever blown. As the pressure finally drops, my cream oozes down my shaft and covers my tight ballsack, slowly dripping on the carpeted floor. We both hang there for a minute, stunned, gasping for air. Finally, we both let out a long sigh and collapse down onto the floor, our legs twist together as we lay back and stare at the ceiling. After we catch our breath, Ted finally breaks the silence.
“I could probably go again…”
