College is a time for experimentation. That was what Matt had told himself when he took the first hit off the bong with his new roommate, John. Matt was new to the dorms on campus, having been a commuter student the previous year. He had saved up enough money working over the summer to finally afford housing.
Matt had always been shy. He quickly learned John was anything but shy. It thrilled Matt that not only was John outgoing and fun, but he seemed perfectly okay with Matt tagging along with him to any parties or bars he went. Matt was eager to go along with almost anything John suggested because it usually turned out to be an epic time.
Smoking pot on the quad with cute girls? Sure! Matt was in! Doing shots of tequila at a frat party? Sign Matt up! Beer pong? Keg stands? Matt agreed to it all. He was living life like he never had before and he owed it all to John. He met girls. He went to parties. He had fun!
So, when John suggested they go to a rave in the woods, Matt didn't hesitate to agree. When John gave Matt a weird pill and told him it was ecstasy, Matt didn't bat an eye and took it with a vodka chaser. Writhing in the woods, dancing, getting sweating, why not take off his shirt? Okay.
Those hands felt good. They ran over Matt's practically hairless chest. He was acutely aware of the feeling of a round ass pushed into his pelvis. The drugs made him hypersensitive to touch. The flashing lights and the rhythmic beats were downright hypnotic.
"What?" He called into the blinding darkness. Someone had said something to him.
The hands slithered around him, and he turned as he bounced to the beat. Soon he felt the pressure against his butt. It felt amazing. He had an erection. He told himself it was from all the dancing and the touching, and the pill he had taken. Whose hands were they?
The hands slipped into the waistband of his boxers, which peaked from his ever so slightly sagged jeans. He tried to turn toward his groper. His attempt was met with a firm grip on his hips and a pelvic thrust. Matt groaned and closed his eyes as the hand slid down his belly and into his pants.
He pushed back against his fondler. His erection seemed to have control of his mind, and it was a rave after all. The drugs had altered his state of mind and lowered his inhibitions. In his mind, it was the leggy red-head, what was her name? Jamie! Yes! John had introduced them. She had given them the pills. Yes, Jamie. She was touching him.
Warm breath and whispered words he could barely make out were in his ear.
"What?" Matt called out.
