The Fall: A Change in Altitude
The festival was jam-packed with people dancing and singing. Above them, the concert’s lights sparkled in the night sky. A look behind revealed Cooper waving his arms with his eyes closed. With his meaty arms, Kirk gestured in unison with the beats. When their eyes met, both smiled and the euphoria created by the drugs multiplied into a gentle wave.
I turned back to the stage and gripped the top of the fence. I stood at the front, surrounded by the crowd. There was simply the fence and a line of uninterested security guards separating us from the stage. The large screens displayed bursts of colorful, animated explosions. My senses were overwhelmed: the music, lights, heat from the crowd, and bouncing bodies washed over me.
Kirk continued bouncing, holding onto my shoulders. He could be heard singing the song lyrics in my ear. Just a few hours ago, I was unacquainted with this wild straight guy, yet now we were having more fun than my anticipated group of friends.
Kirk halted his bouncing. He circled his arms around me, hugging me from behind. The contact felt unreal. His hands slid across my bare chest, leaving a trail of apparent pleasure on my skin.
"I'm having so much fun!" he exclaimed from behind me.
"Me too!" I replied whilst grasping his hand.
"These drugs are taking control!" he said. "I've never felt so horny in my life!"
That was unexpected. Although I was completely hard, I had been in that state for roughly twenty minutes after taking the drugs. But I’m gay, amidst sweaty, jumping male flesh. What could allureme other than the crowd?
I didn't want to unsettle him, though agreeing about the drugs seemed safe.
"Those drugs turned me on too!" I said.
“Awesome!” he cheered.
Abruptly, I could sense an enormous erection pressed against my buttocks.
"I want to fuck you so damn much!" he yelled.
The day at the festival began in conflict.
I had arrived at the festival accompanied by my lesbian friends - Sarah and Layla - and our buddy, Kyle. The latter was a fitness aficionado: a petite body, perfect skin, short, shaved hairdo.
Upon arriving at our campsite in the late morning, it was raining. This made setting up the tents a challenge.
Sarah and Layla were accustomed to this, but Kyle was not. I requested he assist me with my tent upkeep. Nonetheless, he moaned. Even after we finished, he appeared discontent.
"I'm supposed to sleep in here?" he questioned, eyeing the interior.
My tent wasn't too small - it could house three people at once. However, it was old and carried that musty tent scent.
Sarah and Layla's tent was larger, but it didn't appear as suitable for him. I’m uncertain what Kyle anticipated, but it evidently didn’t suit his preferences. Seated in their tent, we conversed under the falling rain.
"What did you imagine a tent to be?", I told him.
"It's… disappointing. How will we enjoy the festival when we're subjected to rain and a massive crowd?", he grumbled.
"It should get better later on.", I noted.
A period of silence followed. We listened to the rain tapping on the roof.
"Is this about Jeremy?" Sarah asked.
"NO!" Kyle snapped. "I'm not referring to Jeremy. I'm irritated by the tent."
"I'm unsure what you assumed a tent would entail.", I explained.
"Ugh, forget it," Kyle grumbled. Standing up, he examined his campsite. Shortly thereafter, he retrieved his backpack, unzipped the tent, and marched away through the rain.
"Kyle!” Sarah hollered. Yet he was already trudging off.
Kyle's temper tantrums were habitual.
The rain eventually subsided, and we trekked out for some costly grub. After eating, the temperature escalated. We moseyed by the apparel and jewelry vendors. That's where we encountered Kyle a second time.
"Kyle!", I hollered. "Are you alright?"
Obviously intoxicated, he seemed cheerful.
"I'm totally fine", he said. "I ran into Jenn. She's going to let me share her yurt."
"There are yurts here?", Layla wondered.
"Yeah", he said. "Some sponsors stay in yurts. It's much more to my liking."
"Will you spend time with us?", I query. I yearned to attend the festival stage and the girls disinclined to accompany me.
"Kyle leaned over. [
I was planning to visit the VIP section. Jenn would help me get there as well. It's an area with no crowds, easy access to toilets, and free drinks.
I asked Kyle if he could get me into the VIP section: "Can you help me out here, Kyle?"
He nonchalantly replied, "I'm sorry, only one ticket for me."
I couldn't help but feel irritated. At times, I'd question why we're friends. He often causes all sorts of trouble.
"So I'm gonna be alone the whole festival then?"
He took another sip of his drink, which appeared to be alcoholic. "Probably. I gotta get back to Jenn now, we're heading to VIP soon," Kyle said.
I stood there, pondering about what to do after he left.
The girls were friendly enough, but it was clear that their expectations and mine were vastly different. They didn't fancy going anywhere near the main stage. All they wanted was low-key activities like a campfire sing-along planned for the night.
What's the point of paying a huge amount to go to a music festival and not heading to the main stage?
I'd already resigned myself to going to the main stage solo when I met the three guys. Over a shared early dinner with the girls, I went to the portable toilets. While waiting in the wet grass, I spotted the trio directly behind me.
A blond meathead caught my eye, muscled up with a tight white t-shirt revealing his broad chest, and his thighs barely fitting in his tight jeans shorts. There was also a tall and slim guy with messy chestnut hair and loose tank top, and light shorts. Lastly, there was a shorter guy with dark brown hair, donning a short-sleeved Hawaiian shirt and blue jeans. They were exchanging bro-talk when the meathead started looking at me.
"Got any drugs?" the shortest one whispered to me.
"No," I responded. "But if you find any, I'd like some."
He laughed. "Yeah, bro, sure thing."
I sensed he wanted to continue the conversation.
I opened up, mentioning how my friends have shunned me: "I've been betrayed by my friends. None of them wants to go to the main stage with me."
"Oh man, I feel you 100%. We, too, want to ditch our friends for the main stage," he stated.
"Why even go to a music festival if you're afraid?"
"Bro, you're right! We must do this."
There was a brief pause.
"By the way, if you find any drugs, let me know. I'll buy some off you," I said.
"Cool," he said. "Let me get your number."
We exchanged numbers. His name was Kirk. I was introduced to his friends, Cooper, the tall and slim guy with the Disney prince face, and Duncan, the shortest guy who was less muscular but seemed popular with women. He had the smoothest manner while talking to me and least interested in any conversation with me. He was clearly in search of a girl to sleep with.
I bid farewell to the group and returned to the girls. Later that evening, I prepared for the main stage. I decided to wash up in a porta potty first - just in case sex might happen afterwards. There had to be some cruising spots at the festival.
After getting back to my tent, I changed into my outfit. It consisted of my black wrestling singlet with a zipper at the bottom, and I added my phone, water, and lube into a fanny pack slung across my chest.
Kirk messaged, saying he'd procured some drugs. Score!
It was madness at the guy's campsite with four guys and four girls sharing two tents. But no one seemed to mind much. Everyone was intoxicated, shouting and partying. Everyone got introduced to each other, but my memory failed me.
Kirk was wild about my outfit, "Hell yeah, that is dope! And the zipper! You're basically asking for a hookup!"
"Thanks!" I said. "I plan on finding sex after I go to the main stage."
He was astonished: "Wow! I wish I could dress like that!"
"You totally can," I said. "And you definitely have the physique for it. Look at your abs." I rubbed my flabby belly.
"I do have a six-pack," he bragged, lifting his shirt to display his abs. "But if I dressed like that, I wouldn't get many girls hitting on me. And that's what I want." He chuckled. "But here - let's try this new thing."
We strolled over to the nearest tree. I exchanged a few notes for two dusty little pills.
"Duncan scored these for us," Kirk stated. "Honestly, they're guaranteed to blow your mind."
"Alright, I'm game," I replied, popping one into my mouth. "Cannot wait to try these out."
We exchanged a few silent glances.
"I've got to make a move now," I said.
"Yeah, yeah," Kirk replied, seeming distracted.
He sprinted away, and moments later, he returned.
"Me and Cooper are joining you."
*****
Kirk's crotch was rubbing against my pants, pushing the zipper into my ass. The sensations that I usually feel from crotch to butt contact were intensified by the drugs, and they exploded across my ass.
Kirk whispered into my ear: "Oh man, this feels incredible."
"I concur wholeheartedly."
I contemplated how we'd gotten to this point. We had started near the back, but when an unpopular DJ performed, we were able to advance. As the day progressed, we'd managed to make it closer to the stage. When a less popular act had finished playing, we positioned ourselves even closer. And as the crowd pushed us against each other - me in front, Kirk behind, and Cooper on the side - the excitement grew.
At first, I felt the pills hadn't worked. I couldn't detect any change. If anything, I felt a tad nauseous. However, as we got even closer to the front, my skin began to tingle and the colors around us looked more vivid.
Suddenly, I felt the urge to, well, get hard. What was in those pills?
It made sense then that Kirk was thrusting his erection against my ass.
"Face me," Kirk requested.
As the music blared and the lasers flashed around us, we kissed. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure exploding in my head - I couldn't focus. The shifting of the crowd seemed to flow through us, like waves. Kirk held me tight, and his lips moved over mine. He kissed me deeply, his muscles flexing against my body, and his monster cock pressed against mine.
In between our passionate make-out sessions, we chatted. Kirk said, "Hey guys, what're you doing?"
We paused, but he held onto me.
"We're kissing, what else?" he joked good-naturedly.
Cooper frowned, looking a bit apprehensive.
"I know, but why Kirk?" Cooper asked. "You're not gay."
"I'm not," he responded assuredly. "This pill - don't know why - but kissing feels good."
Cooper pondered, still looking uneasy.
"Give our friend a try, won't you?" Kirk urged.
Cooper hesitated, but hesitated no more.
"No, I don't want to kiss you, Kirk," he stated.
But Kirk wasn't giving up.
"Not me, then. Kiss me!"
Cooper hesitated again but finally relented.
"We're on vacation!" I said, excitedly.
Cooper seemed to weaken at this, and we began kissing. Kirk loosened his grip on my right side to give Cooper ample space, but he didn't let go of my left side. Both friends were rubbing their cocks against my legs.
The pleasure didn't fade - it was constant.
I craved a drink, and without warning, I reached into my bag for my water bottle. We each took turns taking swig after swig until the bottle was empty. When we'd finished, we burst into laughter. Day turned into night, and as we switched back and forth between kissing, the joy never waned, and the pleasure didn't falter. Eventually, I felt parched once more. While Kirk and Cooper shared my water, I took the opportunity to study them. In many ways, I was observing my own reflection; I could see myself in them. The thrill of our frantic, endless lovemaking was unparalleled. It was as if we were in our own little box, oblivious to the surrounding chaos. The joy, the friendship, and the love intertwined, creating the perfect trifecta. And the pleasures we felt were intoxicating. The music was inaudible, and the lights were barely noticeable. All I could feel was the inescapable and interminable bliss.
I had to take a moment for myself. Turning away from the stage, I glanced back at Kirk and Cooper. My body thrilled with desire.
My mind boiled with unlocked hunger. I twisted around, waiting for some privacy before I could respond.
"I want to fuck you," Kirk hushed into my ear.
"Yes, fuck me," I replied, barely resisting hisAdvanced sex toys and how to use them for greater pleasure. horny demand. I bowed to his direction, awaiting his next move.
Kirk vowed, "We'll head to my camper. Should we exit?"
"Not just yet," I said. I craved the sheer thrill of doing it in front of everyone.
He persisted, "I'll fuck you here."
The sensation in my lower back intensified.
"Huh? How?"
He revealed, "You've got the attire for it."
Rayne Harnish - Intimacy Expert - Hitachi Magic Wand - The journey to orgasmI felt him nudging the zipper on my singlet. The zipper hadn't been opened by anyone before. I gulped in anticipation.
My skin tingled. Arousal swept through me. My cock responded, gliding against the fabric of my briefs.
"Slowly," I ordered, slightly worried about the sudden vulnerability. I took a moment to readjust myself. When I felt ready, I gave the order to continue.
With each tug, my singlet's metal teeth cracked open. I glanced around, but the room was oblivious to my exposure. Everyone was in their own world.
Kirk's thick hands boasted bloated surfboards; they dwarfed my thinner, strained flesh. I imagined him thrusting himself onto my half-named figure. Cum released from my cock.
"The fucking juice," I grunted.
He pulled his pants off, his tan tan body glistening in the dimly lit room while I lathered my palms with lube. Methodically, both of us donned our lubed hands onto our boy cocks, toned and fit--a visual display for what was to come.
His hands caressed my rear, melting me into his embrace through the lube.
Diagonal font makes a splashBending his dick, I angled it towards my asshole. It was a sight to behold. I inwardly panicked, my body clenched. Instructionally, I hushed, "Go slow."
He tormented me with his slowness.
Finally, he instructed, "Give me the green light."
As my eyes shut, my sphincter relaxed and accepted his gliding phallic weapon. My face remained expressionless as he forced his way into me. The stretching of my hole awakened my desire for his thick flesh.
I was in trance, my body pointing toward the sky. A myriad of sensations rolled through me. I imagined Kirk's chest and then his head grinding against my back.
Arousal emanated from me like a fragrant odor that shocked many in the room. The pulsation and grinding became a melody, each wave drastically different from the previous, yet just as vital.
Suddenly, Cooper called out,"Hey, you two...are you..." He couldn't complete his sentence as words deserted him.
"Yes, fuck me again," I said to Cooper, never turning around.
Ignoring Cooper, I nodded to Kirk. I could feel each inch pushing into me, expanding my hole. Kirk's heavy body was snowballing into me.
"Ooh," I retorted, wondrous at the rhythmic pace, feeling each thick veiny inch thump.
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Conflict overwhelmed me. In a surreal way, I watched what was happening as if watching myself.
My ass glistened with each nudge. My inner walls seemed to stretch with anticipation. I heard the ceremony of skin slapping with the solid impact of the dick sliding in and out of my crack.
Finally, Kirk's drum was penetrating me faster and faster. I could feel us in synch with the tangy notes of this psychedelic music at the front. Time had dissipated.
I started bouncing back on Kirk's dick. My treasures oozing onto it, I became that sequencer, a master of the moment, pushing his sausage in and out. I imagined myself nakedly popping in and out from that fresh warm butter.
Three layers of unidentifiable paint covered my intellect. I realized Cooper was talking.
I heard him exclaim, "Sweet fucking Christ."
My orgasm pushed me into vagina's wet, loving past. Shaken and amused, I struggled to re-access reality. Still, I couldn't help but wonder what a surreal experience Cooper had as my director of music and colour.
I nodded in silence as sweat dripped from every pore on my body. My legs trembled, feeling wet with liquid. My brain felt like a liquid inside my head, making it difficult to know what was going on from one moment to the next. Then, I sensed a change, the crowd fell silent briefly and then, almost instantly, they started cheering and shouting in excitement.
I could hear it, like I had been waiting for it all this time. The DJ was playing his famous song. Everyone knew it. It was intense, thrilling, and had a massive drop.
Kirk slowed down his movements.
"Watch what happens, Coop," he said.
The song started with the verse. I was overwhelmed by pleasure, unsure what I was imagining or seeing. I thought I saw the security guard on the other side of the fence - the strong, bald one right across from me - looking directly at me and rubbing a fat cock through his pants.
The song transitioned to the pre-chorus, and then the build-up. It was possible that I was so close to the edge that I might miss the drop if it happened. I was experiencing so much pleasure that I couldn't even locate my orgasm.
But I could sense the pulse of the liquid in my blood vessels synchronizing with the music. I shuddered.
The climax arrived.
The entire crowd started jumping up and down. Kirk thrust into me with the movement of the crowd. And as if striking a match to a firecracker, I felt my orgasm starting to launch.
The climax still increased.
Was I hallucinating? Had the security guard moved back a little? Was that his dick he was stroking?
Kirk's dick slid in and out of me, stimulating my prostate with each thrust. I imagined it like a multicolored bell, sounding waves of ecstasy.
Cum exploded from my balls and sped through my body.
Higher and higher and higher and higher...
KABOOM!!!! BANG BANG BANG BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BANG!!!!
Everything exploded together: the lights went wild, confetti rained down, the crowd pulsed.
And Kirk came, repeatedly, inside me.
I was cumming, my mind blank.
Cum was shooting out of the security guard's dick, as well.
"HOLY SHIT!!!!" I exclaimed.
My dick, tucked into my singlet, began banging against the material and shooting out shot after shot of cum.
I felt as if my body were dissolving into a million rainbow-colored butterflies. I felt like I was dissolving into the laser-filled night sky. My rectum felt like it could take the entire crowd into it.
I clutched Kirk's strong arms, hugged him around the torso. I gasped and gasped. My legs were still trembling. I could only maintain this position because of my inner willpower.
Kirk drew out of me. His cum dripped down my legs.
The security guard tucked his dick away and resumed his position in line.
I turned around to Kirk and Cooper.
"That was fucking fantastic," I said.
"It was incredible!" Kirk exclaimed.
Cooper just looked at us.
"Let's head back to my tent," I proposed. "Cooper, you need to fuck me - and Kirk, you need to fuck me again."
Kirk was smiling.
Cooper ran his hand through his wet hair and answered, "Let's do it."
*****
I woke up the following morning in my tent. My mouth was dry, and I could hear music and people talking at a distance. My brain was foggy, but the memories of what had happened the night before were amazing.
After the main stage, we went back to my tent and continued drugging ourselves. Cooper had undoubtedly fucked me, and Kirk had - again. At some point, the lines between friends and between gay and straight had completely disappeared: Kirk had fucked Cooper, and then I had fucked both Cooper and Kirk. We came for the fourth time when we heard birds outside the tent and decided to try to get some sleep.
As I lay in bed, I admired the ceiling of the tent.
What would Kirk be like in broad daylight? Would he want to forget what had happened? Would he treat me poorly?
I remained quiet for about ten minutes. Then, Kirk sighed and rolled over. He stretched out his arm and touched me.
Was he awake? Were his motions intentional?
His arm pulled me closer. Our faces touched.
"Hey," I said.
He opened his eyes and blinked.
"Hey," he replied.
He removed his arm and rolled onto his back. His lips started smacking.
"My mouth is dry," he said.
I reached for a water bottle on the side and found one with some warm water in it. I drank and handed it to him.
"Thank you," he said.
"That was one hell of a night," I said.
"Yeah, insane," he commented.
A brief lull in conversation followed.
"Ever heard what happened to Cooper?" I questioned.
"He arose earlier than normal and made his way back to our campsite," Kirk answered. "I believe he was uneasy due to the occurrences."
"Oh."
We resumed silence, simply taking in the sounds beyond the shelter of our tent. Friends joked, discussed music, and made merry.
I was insatiably curious. I disregarded the potential distress this might cause him.
"Did you feel uneasy about the events?" I inquired.
Kirk smacked his lips.
"Not at all," he stated. "I found the night very warm."
"That's great," I replied. "I was fearful you'd change your mind."
"Were you regretting it?" he enquired.
"No, no," I denied. "If given the chance, I'd gladly redo it all. That was likely one of the hottest moments of my life."
"Awesome," he said. "I would without hesitation do it again."
My penis commenced to grow erect.
"So you're bisexual?"
"Hmm?" he queried. "While I've only slept with women in the past, I enjoyed sleeping with you. Thus, we can call me straight-ish."
An overwhelming sexual tension hung in the air.
"Do you want to sleep with me again?"
"Versly, can you handle it without medication? I'm aware I possess a very massive member. Some females find it unbearable."
He peeled back the linen to display his immense tool, a member that undoubtedly surpassed eight inches.
"Absolutely, no issue," I swore.
He flashed me a smile, the same delightful expression he had before last night's smooch.
"But prior," he said and yanked my face into a passionate kiss. I caressed his member in my hand as we smooched.
Following several moments of kissing, Kirk broke away to gaze at me.
"I'm unsure regarding the future," he mused. "Nevertheless, I think this marks the beginning of a delightful journey."
