By HMC
On the floor in the corner, sat the Monkees, who had once again found each other after however many hours of fornication and drug use. Micky, his head filled with drugs and the smell of sex, decided to relate one of his escapades of that night, which involved another young man and forty-five minutes alone in one of the upstairs bedrooms.
“Are you fucking serious, man?” Mike asked incredulously, as he passed a joint to Micky.
Micky held it in his fingers and took a long drag off it, letting the smoke fill his lungs. “What?? It’s not like it was anything serious. Are you telling me you’ve never once been with a man? Or experimented?” He then passed the joint on to Peter.
“Yeah,” Peter grinned, lost in a haze of pot and the tab of acid he’d swallowed no more than ten minutes ago. “You’re such a tight-ass, Mike....” He giggled, took a small puff and lay down on his back looking at the bleeding ceiling. He whistled a little tune, forgetting to pass the joint.
Davy took it from Peter’s hands anyway. “Hey, don’t pick on Mike. I’ve never experimented. It just never came up.” He took multiple puffs and placed it in the center of their little circle until someone wanted it again.
“Well, actually....” Mike murmured, his voice growing softer.
Davy smacked his forehead. “You’re fuckin’ bullshitting me now, Mike. You did not make me just admit that.”
“Hey I’m not saying I went down on a guy or anything! Just making out. Normal stuff.”
Peter laughed from his position sprawled out on the floor. “Aw, poor Davy.”
“Shut your face, Petah.” Davy snapped.
“So why not, Davy? You scared or something?” Micky asked, his tone half-teasing.
“Christ, Micky, I’m not saying anything like that. It just never seemed right.”
“But you’ve thought about it.” Micky wasn’t asking. He was telling.
“Yeah.” Davy reached for the joint again.
Peter began singing the Hard Time Killing Floor Blues in an annoyingly loud voice, prompting Mike to hold his hands over his ears. “God Damn, Peter’s annoying when he’s high.”
A seventeen-year-old girl practically fell on Mike, wrapped her arms around him and planted a kiss directly on his lips. Hardly one to refuse such an invitation, he held her close and deepened the kiss.
“Who’s she?” Davy asked.
“Damned if I know,” Mike answered as the girl paused to nip at his neck. “I’ll continue this somewhere else. See you guys later.” Mike got up, the girl still draped around him and made his way through the crowd to some secluded place.
“Given what Mike’s been drinking I give him about three minutes.” Micky snickered. He scooted over to where Mike had previously been sitting, right next to Davy.
Micky finished off the joint, breathing deep and letting the tendrils of smoke curl around his face and disappear into his hair. “So,” he began, looking Davy in the eye. “Did you ever wonder what it would be like to fuck a guy?”
Davy was caught off-guard by the bluntness of the question, and hesitated slightly, still paranoid what Micky would think of him if he told the truth. “Well, yeah. Once or twice. More than that.” He admitted. A surprising jolt ran through his body when he realized Micky had put his hand on Davy’s knee.
“Would you like me to teach you?”
He barely had time to look up before Micky’s lips brushed against his, shocking his into silence. Micky opened his eyes; Davy noticed they were darker now, shiny almost. They seemed to stare right through his body. Micky reached into his pocket and pulled out a little pink tablet. Davy knew it wasn’t acid, but he couldn’t recognize it.
“Do you trust me?” Micky asked. His voice a low purr.
Davy gulped. “Yeah. Yeah I do.” He took the pink tablet and swallowed it in one fluid motion. Micky grabbed hold of Davy’s jacket sleeve and helped him up. Practically pulling him upstairs, Micky glanced up and down the hallways for a room with an open door, which meant there was no one in it.
As luck would have it, there was also a lock on the door to the conveniently large bedroom, and Davy felt somewhat safer knowing that he was alone with Micky, not to be interrupted. As soon as he began to have doubts about his situation, an urge in his rose from his stomach and filled his head. His limbs felt surprisingly strong, his hips began to ache, and he was become more aroused with each passing second.
His mouth went dry, and his heart beat faster. His breathing also quickened. At first he thought he was having some kind of an attack, but he remembered that it was just the drug Micky had given him. He swore he could feel the blood pulsing through each individual vein, especially in his cock, which was hard by now. Eerie warmth filled his body, making him break out into a cold sweat.
Micky walked up behind him. He had noticed that the smaller man had been standing still, apparently trying to get control of his body back. He smiled an understanding smile. He knew what reactions were normal when taking this drug. He knew Davy was probably scared out of his wits and trying to fight it. Micky had to get him to relax.
He wrapped an arm around Davy’s waist and pulled him close, placing his other hand lightly on the back of his neck. He felt Davy arch his back slightly, stiffening up, and giving a slight groan of surprise and pleasure. Micky leaned forward so that he was cheek to cheek with Davy and whispered, “You have to let go. Let it happen. You’ll be sensitive all over. Every sensation and touch will feel five times as good. Don’t be afraid, I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.” He moved his hips in a slow seductive circle, running his palms down Davy’s thighs. Davy let his head fall back onto Micky’s shoulder, catching the smell of Micky’s curls combined with smoke and sweat.
After the intense pleasure had ravaged his system, Davy felt his coherent thoughts coming back to him. It occurred to him that he had no idea what to do? When he said he’d never experimented with a guy, it was really more than that. He had no idea HOW to experiment. He didn’t even know if it was the same as being with a girl, or completely different. Would it hurt? Would it be better? Who should make the first move? What would that move even be? How exactly DID guys have sex? His mind was racing with questions, but a burning feeling in his stomach alerted him to the fact that he was itching to get laid. That seemed to be the prevalent thought, pushing all other doubts back.
Micky turned him around and planted a kiss on his lips, requesting entry with his tongue, which he soon received. Davy hadn’t quite expected it to be so similar to kissing a girl, but he supposed it was better than being different. Micky’s hands wandered down to Davy’s ass, squeezing and pulling him closer. Davy could feel every detail of Micky’s long, lean body against his. His cock was throbbing painfully underneath his pants, and he moaned as Micky’s hips pressed against it.
By this time, Micky had a rhythmic bump and grind going, and Davy couldn’t believe it got any better than this. His mouth was still captured, his hands clutched desperately at Micky’s back as his legs treacherously threatened to give out on him. Davy wanted to go further, he NEEDED to go further. His body demanded it, but he didn’t know what to do. “Micky....” He groaned.
“Lesson One.” Micky said. “Never underestimate the power of a simple kiss.” He pushed Davy back towards the bed and settled down next to him, lying on his side. With one hand, he popped the buttons on Davy’s shirt open, one by one. Davy could only lie on his back and watch. When his shirt had been parted, and his taut chest was exposed to the cool air, Micky ran his fingertips across the soft skin, pausing to brush purposely against Davy’s nipples, which stood erect. Micky pulled the shirt off and threw it to the ground and then pulled his own shirt off. He settled himself on top of Davy, nudging the Englishman’s legs apart with his knee.
Davy had no inhibitions at this point. His heart was beating so fast; his breath was coming so short, that all he could think about was being possessed, being pleasured.
Micky rubbed Davy’s cock through his pants eliciting a sharp cry from his student. “Lesson Two. Foreplay isn’t necessary, but who wants to leave it out?” Micky grinned an impish grin.
Davy moved his hands towards Micky’s pants. He followed his instinct on what would come next. With shaky fingers, he barely managed to undo Micky’s belt and pull it away. But his hands wouldn’t cooperate with him farther than that. He found it impossible to undo that fucking button. He whimpered in frustration and Micky laughed a little, knowing that the drug he had given Davy had its downsides. “I’ll take care of that, babe.” He kicked off his shoes and removed his pants and underwear, exposing his erection to Davy’s vision, and the sight of him took the young Englishman’s breath away.
Micky pulled Davy’s boots off while Davy struggled to get his belt undone. His pants had become confining to the point of choking him to death. Micky finally came to his aid, doing the more difficult tasks, such as actually getting the pants off. Davy let a gush of air escape his lungs as his body was finally liberated from clothing. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, as he wondered just how long adrenaline would be running through his system.
“Lesson Three. A blowjob is like a snowflake, no two are alike.”
Davy was about to laugh, but it stopped halfway in his throat as his cock was enveloped in a fantastic heat. He involuntarily thrust into Micky’s mouth, but Micky didn’t seem to mind, he just firmly held Davy’s hips down with one hand as he continued his magic. Each motion dragged a sharp sigh from Davy’s lungs, and he desperately clutched at the unfamiliar sheets beneath him. One hand found its way to Micky’s curls and he tangled his fingers in Micky’s hair, realizing how utterly natural this felt. It was different and yet his body seemed to be going on gut instinct. Like this was all too familiar to him. While he knew that couldn’t be true, he wished it were true. He couldn’t believe he had been missing out on this for so long.
His body jumped suddenly and every nerve in his body lit up as he came into Micky’s mouth. Davy was breathing as if he’d just run a marathon, his forehead was spotted with drops of sweat, and droplets of perspiration had gathered on the center of his chest. His chest rose and fell quickly, and he gathered enough energy to open his eyes. Micky settled back on top of him and raked his fingers through his bedmate’s hair, moving it out of his eyes, and Davy was eternally grateful for the gesture. He could just tell his face was three different shades of red, from both exertion and arousal.
As Micky continued to stare at him, it occurred to Davy that Micky had not yet come. He could feel Micky’s cock pressing firmly into his hip. “Mick....” He breathed. “It’s my turn, isn’t it? Shouldn’t I.... I mean, don’t you need...?”
“That’s Lesson Four. Lube is our friend.” Micky seemed to know exactly where a bottle of some slick substance was conveniently located, which made Davy think that he’d been in this room before, but decided to ignore that thought.
“Turn over,” Micky instructed him, and Davy surprisingly found the strength to do it. His body felt incredibly powerful, like he could go at it all night. He lay flat on his stomach while Micky squirted some lube into his hand. “On your knees babe, you might want to hold onto the bed posts.”
As Davy complied, he wondered what was making him do this. He had never considered himself even remotely interested in men, it was half the reason he’d never experimented before. The feel of Micky’s hands on him, of his mouth on him, it was too much and not enough for him to deal with. His body was having one of those annoying conflicts where his head said one thing and his crotch said another. But God damn it, he wasn’t quitting now. It had felt so good.... he wanted to learn more.
He was trying to will himself into bravery when Micky’s strong arms slid around his waist. Micky was directly behind him, leaning over so that his chest lay flat on Davy’s back. Davy felt a new rush of sensations when he realized every perfect detail of Micky’s anatomy was pressed against his backside.
Micky touched his fingertips to Davy’s cheek to get his attention. “This is gonna hurt at first, but don’t worry, it’ll go away. It’s the one downside of being on the bottom.”
Without another word, Micky pushed his entire length into Davy, forcing a cry from both men’s throats. The only difference was that Micky’s was out of pleasure, and Davy’s was from pain.
Davy kept his shaky arms on the bedposts, his head bowed as drops of sweat fell from his forehead. It had really hurt, but buried somewhere in that pain was a hint of pleasure that made him crave more. There was that ever present thudding in his ears as he felt his erection stiffen again. In the back of his mind he wondered why. Micky pulled back a little, and firmly thrust back in. Davy grunted, this time the pleasure had intensified, leaving the pain behind. Micky continued his rhythm as Davy found himself pushing back against Micky for deeper penetration.
Micky held Davy’s hips with one hand and reached around to grip Davy’s erect cock with the other. He felt Davy shudder beneath him from the sudden contact. Micky couldn’t help but let out a few expletives at the incredibly heat enveloping him at the moment. “Aw... fuck. Oh.... God....” He ran his hand up and down Davy’s length, moving his entire body to a steady tempo in his head.
Davy’s strength returned to him in one final wave, and he reared back, taking Micky in him as far as he would go. He cried out as he came and his muscles clenched throughout his body, making Micky lean forward and follow.
Micky smiled a little. “That’s the upside of being on the bottom.”
Despite how tired he was; Davy found the strength to smile. As Micky pulled out, Davy groaned at his sudden absence. As Micky’s body heat faded away, Davy eased himself down and lay there for a few minutes; all the while the drug he’d taken was slowly fading away.
A breeze flowed in from the window above his head and cooled his sweat-dampened skin. Davy smiled a content smile, feeling drawn and languid. He looked up when Micky emerged from the bathroom, his curly hair soaking and clinging to his neck. He dressed and sat down next to Davy, who had pulled the sheet around his body. Davy felt somewhat awkward again, and chose to cover his body although it really didn’t make a difference to Micky.
“What was that drug you gave me?” Davy asked when he could focus enough to speak.
“I really don’t know what the official name is, but I take it a couple times a month. It only lasts about an hour. Gives ya strength, endurance, more energy.” He grinned.
“And?”
“And it makes you horny as hell.” He smiled. “Any regrets?”
“One.”
Micky’s smile faded just a bit. “What is it?”
“Now every time I see a snowflake I’m gonna be thinking of a blow job, you asshole.”
By the time Micky stopped laughing he could barely breath.
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