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1. Finding the Line Whenever we look back on that weekend, I’ve never been able to pinpoint exactly when we crossed the line. Jesse can never decide which chemical was one chemical too far. And I’m certain that even Reese couldn’t say where the point of no return was. But I can’t deny it - we definitely crossed the line. There was definitely one drug too far, and a lot more after that. And when all the white dust settled, there was definitely no returning to how things used to be. ~~~ The weekend started in typical style, on Friday night. Jesse and Reese were fighting again. Over what, I didn’t know, since I’d got home late enough to miss the shouting match that had no doubt happened earlier. No doubt one of them or the other had slept with the wrong person or wasn’t 100% sure if there had been a condom, and the other reacted as if he would never do something so heinous. Jesse and Reese were one of those typical gay couples; too slutty for monogamy, too jealous for polyamory. When I got home, I checked the trash for broken glass, but there was nothing. It probably didn’t get physical this time, at least. But I’d been living with them long enough to recognise the signs that they’d been fighting. If they were in good moods, Jesse would be singing along to awful music as he cooked, while Reese sat on the sofa, endlessly tuning his electric guitar, headphones on and Jesse’s music thoroughly drowned out. The apartment would be smelling of garlic and something burning, and I’d immediately lock myself up in my room and try to escape Jesse’s singing. That was no easy task. We lived in a tiny apartment in a run down area of New York. Just two bedrooms, both barely big enough for one person, let alone two, plus a cramped bathroom with perpetually grimy windows. Only the front room offered any real comfort, with just enough space for a big sofa and a desk, plus a tiny kitchen tucked away in one corner. But they definitely were not in good moods. The silence that greeted me when I arrived was enough to tell me that. As I passed Reese and Jesse’s room, I heard some rustling, then found Jesse on the sofa in the front room still in his work polo, but lacking pants, only wearing underwear. Pretending to play on his phone, he scrolled endlessly down some porn filled social media feed, no doubt. He smiled at me as I entered the room, and even winked at me. That only meant one thing - this time, it was Reese that had messed up, and Jesse was the offended party. Which meant Jesse and I would be fucking as soon as we were left alone. Maybe it makes me a shitty person, but Reese and Jesse’s relationship hitting the rocks was pretty much the best thing to happen to my sex life. Whenever one of them thought they were in the right, they would celebrate their victory by ‘secretly’ fucking about with me. Neither of them would ever involve me in one of their fights, but that didn’t mean I was a No Man’s Land. Quite the opposite - I was the trump card of their relationship. One could have as much sex with me as he liked, and the other would never raise an objection, since he was doing it too. It was far from the biggest issue in their relationship, and I was more than happy with the arrangement. Even before Reese came out of their room, I had a pretty good idea of what was happening. Seeing him in his black tracksuit with a duffel bag slung over one shoulder just confirmed it. He nodded to me when he saw me, and said “I’m gonna go see the folks.” This might have been true, but it was equally possible he was going to find some barely legal to split in two. I felt a pang of jealousy - Reese had the bigger dick, and Jesse would probably want to bottom, but beggars shouldn’t be choosers. “Cool.” Was my only reply as I powered up the playstation. We caught each others eye for a moment, and I could tell he was thinking something along the same lines as me. He smirked, before turning to the desk and picking up a few things he’d be needing. Yep, some young thing was about to get ruined. Another pang of jealousy. Jesse didn’t look up from his phone, and I loaded up some old first person shooter, more for the sake of creating some noise to fill the silence than any real desire to play a game. Reese filled up his bag, zipped it shut, and rattled his keys as he scooped them up from the desk. He turned to leave, and for a moment, I thought they weren’t even going to say bye. “See you on Sunday?” Jesse asked as Reese was about to leave. He paused in the doorway for a few seconds. “Yeah.” Jesse visibly unclenched. “See ya.” And nothing more was said. He continued walking, and I heard the sound of him pissing in the bathroom, then the opening and closing - not slamming - of the front door. Jesse and I looked at each other, and he smiled at me, sadly. ~~~ It wasn’t long before things got going. I’d played two very poor rounds of Domination while Jesse watched on, before he stood up and headed to his bedroom. “I guess he actually is going to his parents.” He said on his way back in. “He didn’t take this with him, at least.” He’d lost his shirt, wearing only his light blue briefs now, and carried in a plastic tub that I knew all too well. The weed box. Cool. It was going to be a silly night. No way Jesse would do anything but bottom when stoned, but at least it wasn’t going to be a quick, shameful fuck followed by him disappearing into his room for the rest of the weekend. We traded items - I took the weed box and Jesse took the controller. We were both awful at the game, but I could at least roll a joint. I didn’t even need to watch what I was doing as I prepared it. Jesse got shot down as I took some weed from the baggie, and again as I twisted the grinder. He managed to stay alive for a while while I filled the paper with slightly stale tobacco, mostly by not going anywhere near the parts of the map where the fighting actually happened. He managed to blow himself up on his own grenade while I prepared the roach, and by the time I was sealing the joint up, he’d already given up entirely. “It’s a stupid game.” He told me. I only raised an eyebrow in response, and lit the joint. I took a short drag to test it, then a much longer one once I was sure it wouldn’t make the lightweight Jesse white out, then passed it over, taking the controller back. He slid up next to me on the sofa and brought the joint up to his lips. We didn’t speak for a while, but I saw his hand shaking as he smoked, so I put my hand on his knee and gave it a little squeeze before my game started. He smiled at me again, happier this time, and rested his head on my shoulder and a hand on my thigh, watching me play. Every now and then, he’d take a drag, or bring the joint up to my lips so that I didn’t have to wait for breaks in the game. We burnt through the joint a lot faster than we should have, and my head was spinning. Every time Jesse’s hand returned to my thigh, it was a little closer to my cock, which was slowly swelling inside my jeans. The game ended and I rolled another joint and sat it to one side, not intending to have it straight away, but Jesse had other plans. He took up the joint and lit it, taking a long drag, but he didn’t exhale. Instead, he leaned in, pushed my shaggy brown hair out of my eyes, and brought his mouth to mine. If I were a smarter, less stoned man, everything that followed might have seemed obvious and avoidable, but I was taken by surprise. He exhaled the smoke into my mouth, and I breathed it into my lungs. I’d shotgunned before, but only with Reese, not Jesse. Jesse was never normally this forward, but I wasn’t about to start complaining. We broke apart so I could exhale, and he shifted position, straddling my lap. I took him by the hips, slipping my fingers under the fabric of his briefs, and pulling him into me. His dick was rock hard against my stomach, and he began grinding into me as our mouths found each other again. I brought one hand up to the back of his neck and held him in place, and shoved my tongue into his mouth, making out with him the way I knew he liked. Breaking the kiss apart again, I found the joint and took a long drag, bringing my spare hand to Jesse’s asscheek and squeezing it hard. He moaned. “You gonna fuck me real hard?” He asked. Before I answered, I brought his mouth to mine and exhaled, letting him breathe in my smoke, then we made out a little longer. “That depends.” I answered when we came up for air. “I think we’re out of lube. That gonna be a problem?” His only answer was to start moving off me. I grabbed his underwear with both hands, yanking them down away from him as he moved. His cock sprang out so hard that it flicked a little preum onto my arm. I took a look at him standing naked in front of me. His chest, stomach, and dick were all clean shaven - clearly Reese and Jesse had made plans for this weekend, before Reese’s indisgression. Of the three of us, Jesse’s dick was the smallest, but it was still a decent six inches (Reese was the biggest at seven and a half, and I was somewhere in the middle, though mine was thickest). A very physical job made his body thin but lean. His balls were big, tight, and looked about ready to burst, and he had a sweet round bubble butt that I was all too happy to have sat on my face for hours, on nights when Jesse had been feeling more dominant. Not much chance of that tonight though. Jesse dropped to his knees and buried his face in my crotch. I ran one hand through his sandy blonde hair and held him in place while I smoked with the other. My cock was straining to escape at least my jeans, but for the moment, I ignored it. Instead, I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, and Jesse’s hands instantly shot up and found my nipples. I moaned, and held his head tighter as I grinded my denim covered dick into Jesse’s mouth. Taking my hand off his head, I slipped it between us and began to unbuckle my belt. Jesse instantly took over, and in one smooth movement, my jeans, underwear, and even my socks were whipped off, and we were both completely naked. His mouth engulfed my cock, pausing just a moment to clean off the precum that had built up at the tip, then sliding all the way down till his nose nestled into my pubes. I usually kept things smooth down there, but it had been a while since I tidied up, so there was a thin layer of dark brown hair giving my pale skin some colour. Jesse had destroyed his gag reflex years before the first time I felt him around my cock, and could deepthroat so well, you could be forgiven for thinking he didn’t actually need to breathe, so long as he had a cock in his mouth. He worked his way up and down my 7 inches the way he knew I liked, bobbing up and down so I could feel the tip of my dick slipping in and out of his throat. One of his hands found my balls and squeezed gently. The other, to my surprise, went to my ass, fingers wiggling towards my hole. This wasn’t like him at all. I took another drag and moved so that he had easier access. Instantly, he stopped sucking my dick and moved down. I felt his wet lips against my hole, and he burrowed his tongue inside. “Holy fuck, Jesse!” I practically yelled, and my cock twitched so hard it looked like it bounced off my stomach before slapping back down with a sloppy noise. I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing them up, so I lifted my legs and held the backs of my knees to give him better access. I’d never known Jesse to do anything like this before, and if his tongue didn’t feel so damn good inside me, maybe I would have had sense enough to put a stop to things there. Instead, I just moaned, and swore under my breath. No longer needing to hold my legs, Jesse’s hand found my cock and started gently pumping it as he kept eating out my ass. His other hand ran up my stomach, back to my nipple. It was a stretch, but he was clearly determined to do as much as possible. Once he started tweaking me again, I was like putty in his hands. My ass was feeling slicker and slicker as he filled it with his spit. He played with my dick just gently enough to tease me and keep it twitching. “I thought I was fucking you?” I asked, breathlessly, then instantly regretted it as his tongue slipped out of my hole and his hands left my body. I looked at him - all around his mouth shone with spit and he grinned at me. Still on his knees in front of me, he leaned forwards and pressed his dick against my ass, making me gasp. His fingers found my nipples and started twisting them. “Oh, you will be.” He said, and even in my stoned haze, I could see something dangerous in the way that he smirked. “But… You wanna have some fun, first?” “Aren’t we having fun already?” I asked. “Something more fun than this.” He leaned forwards, making his cock press right up against my hole, and kissed me gently on the lips. I let go of my legs and wrapped them around him, holding him tight against me. “Something I’ve been wanting to try for a long time.” He kissed me again, and grinded his dick against me. “Something more fun than anything you’ve done with Reese.” I raised an eyebrow. Neither of them ever acknowledged what I did with the other. “But you have to promise you’ll give it a go before I tell you what it is, okay?” He kissed me a few more times. “Is it safe?” I asked, but he just smiled at me again, and bit his lip, waiting for my answer. There was something in his eyes. I didn’t know what it was, but it made my cock twitch almost as hard as his tongue had. “... Alright. I’ll give it a try. What is it?” A thought instantly occurred to me. “You’re not fisting me. Reese already tried it and it didn’t end well.” Jesse laughed, so hard that I could feel it shake through his body. Something about that laugh made me feel more sure of myself. “Well, that’s a shame.” He told me. “But that’s not actually what I had in mind. You definitely promise?” I nodded. “Pinky swear?” He held up his little finger, and we both laughed, before I sighed and linked my pinkie around his. “Awesome.” He leaned in and kissed me once more, slipping his tongue into my mouth for a moment, before he pulled away from me. He found the joint, stuck it in my mouth and relit it for me, then stood up and headed towards his room. “Stay there, I’ll be back.” I watched his sweet little bubblebutt bounce away and decided that I’d definitely be getting my tongue inside that before the night was through. I heard him digging about in his bedroom while I puffed on the joint. There wasn’t much of it left, and a part of me was aware that Jesse had barely touched this one, but that part got quieter with each passing minute. Finally, Jesse came back into the front room, though not before going into the bathroom. His dick bounced up and down as he strided back inside and went to the desk, gesturing me to come over. I stood next to him. On the desk, he placed a mirror - the one he used to make sure the back side of his hair was as flawlessly styled as the front. On the mirror, he placed several items. An old credit card with Reese’s name on it, a pack of normal sized rizzlers, an empty can of deodorant, a straw that had been cut up into smaller pieces, and a small plastic baggie filled with some sort of white powder. My brain didn’t register what I was seeing straight away. “Jesse, what is-” Jesse spun around and forced his mouth against mine, kissing me hard. One hand grabbed my dick and squeezed as he tugged at it, while the other went round to my ass, a finger finding my hole and pressing into it. I moaned into Jesse’s mouth, and brought both my hands around him to grab his perfect asscheeks. The same part of my brain that had tracked the amount I smoked was speaking up again. Drugs. And not just weed, proper bad drugs, like cocaine or something. But my cock was rock hard in Jesse’s hand, and his ass was warm and soft under mine. He broke the kiss. “Remember, you promised to try.” He said, and smirked that dangerous smirk again. I nodded my ascent. “Watch what I do.” He let go of me and turned around. I stood right behind him, pressing my dick into his ass, which he pushed gently into me. I rested my head on his shoulder and watched, as he placed the baggie in the center of the mirror. Rolling the deodorant can over it, he crushed whatever it was into an even finer powder, then placed the can to one side. He opened up the bag and brought it to his nose, sniffing as if it were a glass of wine. He passed it under my nose and, as I sniffed, pressed his ass even harder into my dick. The smell was weird, like nothing I’d encountered before. ‘Industrial chemical’ was the only term I could think to describe it, and that didn’t fill me with confidence. But right then, all I could think about was how good my cock felt between Jesse’s cheeks. It was about to feel a lot better. Jesse upended the baggie on the mirror, tipping out the powder into a little mound. He shook the baggie, making sure to get every speck out, then placed the empty bag next to the can. Next, he took the credit card and used it to separate out a small piece of the powder, dragging it closer to the edge of the mirror nearest us. There was a crunching sound as he pressed the card down against the little pile, crushing the largest bits that the can had missed, then he separated it out into two lines. Bucking his hips against me, he got me to move back a little as he leaned forwards, taking up a straw and bringing his face close to the mirror. It would have been so easy to slip my dick inside his hole right then and there, even without lube, but I resisted the temptation. I heard a sniff, then he shot back up to standing again, with a wordless yelp. Instantly, he spun round and we were kissing again. He held my dick in one hand while grinding against me, suddenly feeling like he was moving much faster. He moaned and kissed down my neck, before pulling away again. “Fuck, that feels wild.” He said, rubbing at his nose. He stepped away and nudged me towards the mirror, holding up the straw piece. “Your turn.” I took it from him, and felt him move so that our positions were reversed. Now his dick was pressing into my ass. I looked down at the white line on the mirror, then turned to look at Jesse. He just kissed me on the cheek then nodded towards it again. I sighed. “Okay, what the hell.” And with that, I bent down, put the straw in one nostril while pinching the other closed, and snorted up the line. Toby: Jesse: Reese:
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The Countdown There were only a few minutes left till midnight, and the start of the New Year. I was running out of time, but I was determined to start the year the way I intended to continue it - with some hot guys tongue down my throat. ‘New Year, new me, New Year, new me’. That was the mantra I kept repeating to myself in my head. I was determined not to spend another year jacking off behind my laptop while never actually having any fun. This year I turned 22, and although I wasn’t a virgin, that was pretty much the most exciting thing I could say about my sex life. I’d spent my whole life this way, being too wimpy to follow through on all the stuff I wanted to do. 95% of the guys I made plans with on Grindr, I’d never follow through on, and the 5% of guys I did find the spine to meet, I’d always bail out half way through. I could only think of one Grindr encounter where one of us managed to cum before I lost my nerves, and I think that was more due to a problem the other guy had more than my own skill or endurance, if I’m honest. But tonight was different. 2019 would be different. I was sure it. I’d kiss a guy at midnight. I’d suck his dick. I’d let him fuck me so hard I that I wouldn’t be walking right till mid-January. I had to! If not, then I knew I’d be resigning myself to another year of shameful wanks and missed opportunities. I would be finishing university in July, and judging by the way things were going, I’d be moving to a small town for work, which meant no more thriving gay scene like there was in this city. If I didn’t get what I wanted now, who the hell could say when I’d next get the chance? It had to be tonight. It shouldn’t be that difficult, really. I don’t want to sound arrogant, but I’m not going to fake modesty about my looks. My university campuses were spread all over the city, and I’d spent the last three years cycling from one to another on a pretty much daily basis. That had done wonders for trimming away my ‘puppy fat’, and now I had a slim, lean figure that I was more than a little proud of. I liked my sandy blonde hair, which I kept short and vaguely styled into a spiky mess. I was still cursed with my ‘baby face’ though, and I couldn’t even grow decent facial hair to make myself look older. At this rate, I’d be getting IDed till I was in my 40s. Nothing about the way I was dressed could have been criticised as being misleading, either. I was wearing a sleeveless blue hoodie, and I’d left the front open so that it was clear I had nothing else on underneath it, and ridiculously short shorts which emphasised my butt. I even made it very clear that I was wearing a jockstrap, by making sure that the waist strap was visible above the shorts. Everything about me screamed ‘DTF’. Of course, so did pretty much everyone else’s outfits too. There weren’t exactly a lot of jeans and long sleeves on display throughout the building. The whole purpose of the club I was in was for gay guys to find someone to fuck the New Year in with. I’d lied to my parents, telling them I wanted to go back to my uni city for New Year to spend it with my friends, then I’d lied to my friends, saying that I was too sick to go to their New Years parties, so that I could come here. The only person who knew I was here was my friend George - Geo for short - because he was here with me. Geo was the closest thing I’d had to a decent sexual experience, before we had accepted the plain fact that we were both ravenous bottoms. We’d still mess about occasionally while watching porn, but 69ing got boring after a while. I hadn’t seen him in a while now, but I could take an easy guess at where he was. Geo was everything I wanted to be, and I had no doubt that he hadn’t needed to wait till the midnight kiss to find what he wanted and fuck off. The only real question was had they made it to one of their homes, or had Geo been so horny that he just pulled his conquest into an alley and have it off right there. Hell, they might not have even left the venue - Geo was no stranger to fucking in toilet cubicles. When we first started playing, he’d find such joy in jacking me off while telling me stories of his exploits. The best sexual encounter I had ever had was like this, with Geo telling me about a four-way he had a couple of nights previous. Just him and three tops. I came hard right into Geo’s mouth, and he made me kiss him afterwards, getting me to swallow my own cum, then suck him off. Geo was definitely a bottom, but he could get assertive sometimes, and those nights were the best. “One minute to Midnight!” The DJ announced. The DJ was a fit guy of Chinese (I think. I’m no good at guessing those things) decent, though he spoke with a strong Londoner accent. He was pretty well known on the scene in this city, and I’d seen him play at a lot of bars. I’d never seen him like this, though. When I arrived at the club, he’d been fully dressed, but he seemed to lose his clothes as the night went on. Last time I saw him, he was still wearing a muscle vest, but now even that was gone, and he was left in just a pair of dark red briefs, though I couldn’t get a good enough view to see how much of a package it contained. “You’ve got one minute to find a mouth to start the year with!” That prompted a cheer for most people, but it gave me a sudden sense of dread. I was out of time, and I had no one around me that seemed interested. What was wrong with me? The few guys I had noticed checking me out throughout the night, I’d run away from. Now they were probably about to get with someone else, and I was going to be by myself for another night, another year, and that would be it. The countdown began, with the DJ and a few people shouting out ‘ten!’, then most of the room joining in at ‘nine’. I made my way to the side of the room, feeling absolutely crushed. I was such a waste. Eight, seven, and six all went by as I leaned against the wall. I honestly felt like crying. What a pathetic image that would have been, me standing in what was pretty much about to become an orgy pit, crying, as the clocks stroke midnight on New Years Eve. The room called out ‘five’, and I looked up, in one last vague hope of at least finding Geo. He knew what I was like, and maybe he had hung around to give me a pity snog. Geo was nowhere to be seen, but I did spot someone else, as the room yelled ‘four’. He was singularly stunning. My jaw almost fell open as our eyes met. He was tall, muscular, and for a moment I thought he was only wearing a jock. He was making his way towards me, and not breaking eye contact at all. ‘Three’ went past, and I realised he actually had a fair amount of clothes on, he just may as well have been naked. He was wearing a tight vest that was covered in thousands of tiny holes, and when the flashing lights hit him in the right way, the vest practically disappeared, showing the full shape of his torso, and more noticeably, the piercings going through each of his nipples. There was a shout of ‘two’ as he came all the way up to me. “Uh, h-hi?!” I said, but he made no response, other than to lift his left arm up - there was a black ribbon tattoo going around his arm - and shove it into my chest, pinning me to the wall as the room yelled ‘one!’ I think I let out a little yelp, and then a louder one as this hulk of a man used his free hand to grab my cock and balls in a vice-like grip. As the room yelled zero, he rammed his mouth against mine, and forced his tongue in. I went rigid, but put up no other resistance - I don’t think it would have mattered if I had. This guy radiated power, and feeling his body against mine, I could only have compared him to a brick wall. His tongue felt as huge as the rest of him, and it dominated my mouth. My eyes shot open wide as I felt something on his tongue. At first I thought it was a tongue piercing - Geo had one, and I was pretty used to them. What I wasn’t used to was the piercing leaving his tongue and staying on mine. I quickly realised that it wasn’t a piercing, but what I guessed was some sort of pill. His tongue pulled out of my mouth, and he broke the kiss. The arm on my chest pulled off, and his hand clamped over my mouth. He twisted my head to one side and began kissing, biting and licking at my neck. I moaned and whimpered, and made a feeble attempt to push against him, part of my mind yelling to get whatever was in my mouth out, but I couldn’t. More importantly, a growing part of my mind - growing in proportion to my dick in the guys tight grasp - didn’t want to. I’d smoked weed plenty of times, but otherwise, my experience with drugs was non-existent. I didn’t even drink that much, though I’d had a few tonight to try and steady my nerves. But if this utter fantasy of a man wanted me to swallow whatever it was, then fine. This was why I was here - to be brave, take risks, and stop being such a coward. I swallowed the pill. The man must have felt me swallow, because he let go of my mouth, kissed me on the neck, then the lips, then put his mouth by my ear. “Good fucking boy.” His voice was deep, and it made me shiver. “But you’re so rigid! You need to chill out. Relax a bit. And I’ll come find you when you’ve… Loosened up, yeah?” With that, his hand left my now rock hard cock, and he moved away from me. I tried to follow him, but despite his size, he somehow managed to disappear into the crowds of people making out and shedding clothes. “Happy New Year!” The shout went out from the DJ, and was echoed by people all around the room. And just like that, in the space of ten seconds, my life had gone through a dramatic change. I was partially aware of the change even then, but I had absolutely no idea just how much it would change by the end of the night. Right then, all I knew was that I’d been picked by the hottest guy in the whole building, and now there was a whole room full of people looking to fuck.
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