I suppose the title above does a fairly good job telling this story, but for the sake of fun, let’s go into some details:
Guy #200 was someone who recognized me from my blog. He introduced me to Guy #201, his boyfriend, who was also there.
There in this case was a drugs invested foam party in a gay sauna where people go to be gay in every sense of the word.
As I was getting acquainted with Guys #200 and #201, Guys #202 and #203 were also there all of a sudden. Or maybe they’d been there all along. I don’t remember every detail. I do recall letting myself be carried by the flow of it all and somehow ending up in a cabin with four other Guys not long after Guy #200 had said Aren’t you that Guy from that blog, 160 guys, 1600 Guys or something?
I also don’t quite remember who did what to whom in that cabin. It was dark, we were high, the flow didn’t require me to keep track of anything.
Some people feel alive by jumping out of an airplane or climbing Mount Everest. My highs take place at lower altitudes: having sex with four other Guys is something that makes me feel alive.
And more than anything else I remember the feeling of being alive that night I met and had sex with Guys #200, #201, #202 and #203.
My guess is each one of us had our own unique backstory, our own path that had led to this small cabin designed for sex.
Personally, I was in it to celebrate my sexual prime while I still could. Being part of a fivesome with four people who were all younger than me was my way of convincing myself my youth wasn’t lost to the many years it spent in a closet. I was ragingly defining my pride.
As alive as I felt during a fivesome, that’s how deprived I felt by the memory of being a 24 year old virgin. A fivesome was the perfect way to rid me of that memory for a few hours.
Being with Guys #200 through #203 as we were doing our stuff to each other, my mind raged along with the rest of me: I am actually living this right now! I am in this moment, living it and inhaling every sensation! This is what being alive means! This is what it means to be truly horny and satisfied at the same time! If ever there was a perfect moment for a meteorite to strike Earth, this would be it! Please, let me be stardust again, right in this moment! Or rather, I AM stardust, sharing a cosmic bond with four other stardust entities! This moment of sheer joy is the end result of gravity acting upon the remnants of a now distant supernova, and I’m here to be aware of it! Life is such a grand miracle and I’m celebrating it by merging my being with other beings, made up of the same stardust, and they’re all using condoms so I’m not even going to feel guilty for enjoying this moment so much come Monday!
When I engage in chemsex, my vocal output is usually restricted to Hm yeah, Oh yeah, Fuck yeah or just Yeah, but my mind usually wonders wonders off to galaxies far, far away.
After the fivesome had more or less concluded, the five of us sort of clung together for the remainder of the night, eventually ending up at this afterparty at this friend’s place.
The great thing about afterparties in living rooms is that they allow for the sex to be augmented by conversation, allowing you to get to know the people you’re having sex with:
Guy #200 and his boyfriend Guy #201 were someone I clicked with on an intuitive level. I still run into them occasionally, and it always makes me feel a bit awkward. I like them, but I’m always high when I see them, meaning I never have any memory of any conversations we might have had. My mind’s always on stardust when I see Guys #200 and #201, so I trust my subconscious to take care of the conversation on my behalf. I only ever remember the vibe, not the content. I have no idea what they do for a living, where they live or if they have pets or not. But I do know our entities are good at merging.
Guy #202 was one of the sweetest people I ever ran into at an orgy. It was this sweetness that initially made him attractive to me. As we got to the talking part, I quickly realized Guy #202 was not what I would call smart. He didn’t seem to have a bad bone in his body, but the sexiness of his sweetness vaporized with every word he spoke.
I would run into him on a few other occasions, but the more I saw him, the less I treated him with the respect his sweetness was deserving of.
To make things worse, Guy #202 seemed very much into me, even giving the impression he had a crush on me, however breezy. I ended up ghosting his online attempts to get in touch with me, instead being awkward with him every time I ran into him.
Guy #203 was by far the hottest of the five, and as such I was the most shy with him. It took me the bigger part of the night to get closer to him, to finally have sex with him. As with the other four, Guy #203 was someone I only ever see at orgies or parties where being sober would be the same as not being there at all. The few times I got to experience Guy #203 without drugs he struck me as someone I can relate to on more levels than just a sexual one.
Of course, when you’re high enough to consider yourself stardust and you’re living the moment with four other people, nothing besides that moment really matters.
It’s why I’ve come to combine doing Guys with doing drugs over the years.
3 thoughts on “Guys #201, #202 and #203 – Five Guys, one cabin, lots of fun…”
Hee — Lennart , de kracht van iets goeds ligt in het feit dat je op het hoogtepunt (had )moeten stoppen . Het wordt nu toch echt telkens een ripp of van een vorig verhaal.
Ik bedoel het goed en heb het beste met je voor ! Ik ben denk ik een van je eerste lezers:)
Tijd voor wat anders ?
X D .
Hey Diederik…tja, het is idd niet altijd even makkelijk om elke jongen een even uniek verhaal te geven, maar ik heb nog een hoop interessante verhalen in het verschiet, hoor:)
Actually, als je moe wordt van al die jongens hier (god know I do sometimes;)), mss dat je dit leuk vindt: https://www.amazon.com/Kim-Jong-Super-Secret-Dictator/dp/1523296984 (dit was mn projectje voordat ik met 168guys begon):