This story features drug use, spontaneous gay kink, and straight guys being forced to think about their sexuality. If that isn't your bag, well, don't say I didn't warn you.
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Finn was incredibly excited as the end of his shift at the restaurant quickly approached. He looked over at his friend Peyton who was standing across the dining room taking care of another table while sneaking him the occasionally bored yet excited look.
And that was because they had some very fun plans for that night after they got off work. They were going to take ecstasy and roll together.
The two had been friends for a couple of years now. They were in their mid-20s and worked as servers at a fine dining restaurant in LA. They hadn't originally started out as friends, but over time the two guys found they had a lot in common and so a natural sort of bond formed between them as often happens when you work for a long time with the same people.
Finn was 27 and newly-wedded to a beautiful young wife a couple of years older than Peyton; he was still single and making time for all of the sexual adventures the world had to offer an attractive 24 year old guy in incredibly good shape.
They liked hanging out with each other, and after their hardest shifts, they enjoyed heading to a local dive bar to sit in silence and drink frothy, cold pints of therapeutic brews as they analyzed how their nights had gone, or to simply pontificate about life in general.
It was a solid friendship. They didn't require any intense amount of each other's time, but they were also there for each other when they needed. Men were easier like that.
The idea to take E had been one of those passing suggestions that one of them mentioned almost as a joke. They were chatting one very slow night about how much they both missed rolling. It had been a while for either of them—some forever-ago music festival or some crazy trip to Vegas—they could hardly remember the last time they'd gotten to enjoy the, well, ecstasy of the drug. But then the joke started to sound like a plausible idea. Why not take E together? That sounded pretty amazing.
They started to plan for when they could get together to do just such a thing. They wanted to find some night they'd both be off the next day so they could recover fully from the drug's intense come-down.
There was an approaching weekend where Finn's wife would be away visiting family and it seemed like the perfect opportunity. This way it would just be them and no one would have to put up with their silly, euphoric attitudes while they rolled but each other, and that was kind of the point.
The boys made plans for that Saturday night and as their shift came to end, they found themselves standing in the parking lot by their cars, giddy with anticipation.
Peyton went to his trunk where he'd packed all of his things. He grabbed the first two pills of the evening and handed Finn one as they stood there in the warm night air outside their workplace.
These were a particularly strong type of MDMA designed in the shape of a blue Transformer. They bumped fists in a sort of drug cheers and said something silly about allowing their brains to enter into some sort of hyper warp, then they said good-bye and got into their cars as they'd be seeing each other again in about 10 minutes.
Finn lived very close to work and they knew that they had about a good twenty to thirty minutes before the first affects of the pills started to tickle their spines.
Peyton parked at the sprawling apartment complex and Finn met him to help him carry in all of his things. He had party lights and glow-sticks of every possible shape and color. He had a bag full of incredibly soft clothing. He had basically every possible thing you could want when dedicating an entire evening to the magic of Ecstasy and friendship.
"Dude, I am fucking STOKED for this night we're about to have!" Peyton said as he gave his friend a fist bump when they met at his car. They headed down to Finn's apartment through the comfy night air and already there were the earliest hints of their body's reactions to the powerful pills.
Finn had arranged the apartment for optimum ecstasy enjoyment. He'd pushed the couch against the wall and spread all of his softest blankets and comforters out over the floor with a barrier made up of just about every pillow that they owned. There were throw pillows and the memory foam versions from the bed and so on.
The laptop was set up and connected to the surround-sound speakers and they put on some chill mix of house and hip hop music as they got changed into their chosen outfits.
Finn wore a pair of soft, charcoal pajama bottoms with an equally soft cotton t-shirt. Peyton was in equally soft shorts and a tank-top.
They got large glasses of water and used the restroom and they fell in with the typical jokes they were used to lobbing at each other. The fun had already begun.
When they were fully settled in and the drug had begun its earliest exploratory missions into the synapsis of their brains, they settled in at the base of the couch sitting opposite each other and the conversation spanned all sorts of interesting topics.
They talked about past experiences on E and what they were like on E. They talked about how great dancing was. They talked about lights and sounds and becoming open and intimate. They were guys so of course they talked about sex. They were just thirty minutes in and the conversation was already more open than they probably would've typically been with each other.
"Dude, are you feeling it?" Peyton asked as hey danced his fingers down his own legs in subtle little maneuvers.
"Yeah man, I'm definitely starting to feel it. Fucking pretty outstanding so far."
"Yeah man, it's incredible. Now remember, if you start to freak out at all we can go outside, and I've also go the chill out hat." Peyton grabbed a big fuzzy, fur-trapper hat from the inside of his duffel. It was silly, but on ecstasy it would feel comforting and calming. It was important to have these types of elements when you rolled—anchors of sanity in the most intense of moments. MDMA kept you on a constant edge of being radiantly happy, but you had to make sure you didn't allow your mind to become worried or paranoid. That's why it was always important to roll with people that you knew or trusted, and both boys trusted each other immensely.
They turned most of the lights down and even lit a couple of candles which created plenty of light throughout the small apartment living room.
Peyton took out some light up finger gloves from his festival-going days and put them on.
