Straight Dude Takes Herbal Ecstasy and Says Okay to Threesome with his Best Buds

Text by Dan Hoffman

BROOKLYN, NEW YORK — ‘Why don’t we just go back to my apartment and take some E?’ Ken suggested. At Ken’s apartment, Scott went to the kitchen and brought out some herbal E packets, and we each took one. We went into the living room, and Scott and Ken sat down next to each other on the sofa while I sat on a chair facing them. They began to kiss. I considered the situation in front of me: Ken and I were ostensibly straight. He had had a few prior gay experiences, but he mostly went for girls.

Suddenly the herbal E really hit me. It felt like the cushions on the chair were caressing me. ‘Hey guys,’ I said. ‘I’m down for whatever.’ I went over and cautiously embraced them both. One of them was kissing my neck, and a hand was feeling my crotch.

‘Should we go to the bedroom?’ Scott asked. I hesitated for a moment, but my decision was made and there was no going back. I followed them to Ken’s bed. Ken was pulling my pants off while I was kissing Scott’s neck. Then I planted one on Scott, tongue and all. I’d never felt the sensation of hairy face up against mine before. We all made out with each other and felt each others’ members. While I wasn’t as aroused as they were, I had to admit I was enjoying myself.

Ken brought us cigarettes while I kissed Scott and performed my first handjob. Then, while I held Scott’s dick with my free hand, Ken was alternately sucking my dick and doing something to Scott’s asshole. ‘We should take a shower,’ Ken said. We got up and went to the bathroom. The warm water cascaded down on us, and it was as if we were one massive hairy dude morphing together, undulating with the waves of herbal E.

When we got back to Ken’s room, the E was provoking a kind of urgency to speak. ‘Guys,’ I said, as one of them was sucking me off. ‘I have to admit that, on a certain level, this is better than a lot of my recent hook-ups.’

Scott and Ken wanted to fuck. As liberal as I was feeling, I was not ready to do any penetrating or be penetrated, but I wasn’t going to half-ass it. If my ass was off limits, I could at least make my mouth available. And besides, I was the only one who hadn’t sucked a dick yet. Ken was sucking Scott off, and I asked if we could switch. Putting a penis into my mouth wasn’t so strange — it was agreeable. I like going down on girls, I like the sense of power over their pleasure it gives me, and this wasn’t really any different.

I felt gratified when Scott told me I was doing a good job. My sense of adventure was bolstered by positive reviews of my fellatio technique, and I wanted to experiment with some anal insertions. Part of me wanted to do it simply for the sake of saying I’d done it. I put a condom on my index finger and put it in Ken’s asshole. Scott explained to me how to hit his prostate. ‘A male g-spot, in effect?’ I asked. ‘Exactly,’ Scott said.

After a little bit more of that, and some more pulling and sucking, we settled down and spooned each other. It was clear that none of us were going to get off. We’d been at it for hours, and the sun had long since risen. Scott and Ken fell asleep after a while, and I set out for my apartment.