The first time I fucked Jake's girlfriend Lana in front of him, I made a deal with the devil. I reached my ‘Carpe Diem’ moment as my jizz flooded Lana's dripping pussy and I looked down at Jake. His face red with lust, Jake reclined on the couch, totally naked, with Lana’s face impaled on his museum-grade cock. As Jake watched me drain my balls in his girlfriend's unprotected pussy, I squeezed his balls and the base of his cock, jerking him off into Lana’s mouth.

With my cock still sliding into and out of Lana's cum-drenched pussy, I was a blur of emotions. My heart still racing, I felt a massive ego trip and a sense of catharsis. I had just released and relieved something I didn’t even know I was suppressing. As I made eye contact with Jake, I knew that I didn't want this moment to end. Between our grunts and gasps, I could almost hear a voice in my head saying: “Carpe Diem! I want more of this!”

1. Before the Deal: The Devil Calls

The experience was intoxicating. What made the moment special wasn't just that I was openly sport-fucking another guy's girlfriend. It wasn't just that I was having fun with a painfully attractive couple. It wasn't just the sensation of Jake’s cock and balls throbbing in my hand as he splashed his hot jizz into Lana’s mouth. All that was fantastic. But what made the moment special was that this was also the first time I got really stoned. This was my first fuck under the influence of what Jake called “the cannabis plant spirit”. Combined with kinky pleasure, this spirit had an effect so powerful that my sex life before this moment seemed colorless by comparison. 

When Lana called to invite me to the beachfront Airbnb that she and Jake had rented for the weekend, she said: “It would be really good to have you with us. We both love hanging out with you.” After a pause, she added: “But I have to be honest. There’s something else.”

“What?” I asked, already looking forward to the weekend.

Lana hesitated for a moment before she said: “I think Jake’s having one of his episodes. Do you remember those from our partying days?”

How could I forget Jake’s episodes? With any kind of stress, he had a tendency to turn to drugs and sex as addictions, I guess to distract himself from the problem. He used these distractions like a pro, but sometimes he got a little carried away. 

The three of us met when we all worked as fashion models, and we often partied together. So, I had a front-row seat to Jake and Lana’s revelry in the glamorous lifestyle, with sex and drugs serving as constant companions. They were experienced consumers of cannabis, ecstasy, shrooms, cocaine and God knows what else. Sexually, they were very kinky, often participating in wild group sex and partner sharing. They loved mixing sexual kinks with mind-altering substances. At higher doses, the mind-altering substances seemed to bring out Jake's homoeroticism which often led to full-on bi MMFs with the male beauties he picked to fuck his girlfriend.

By contrast, both during and after my years working as a male model, I managed to stay away from drugs. Until I showed up at the Airbnb that afternoon, I was a twenty-three-year-old who had never even been stoned. I enjoyed observing Jake's and Lana's adventures with sex and drugs, and I loved hearing the crazy stories, but I felt no desire to participate. At parties, I would at most have a drink or two, but I never tried anything from the recreational pharmacy that Jake and Lana and their clique always brought with them to parties.

Sexually, I was quite uninhibited, but never drawn to group sex or partner sharing. It seemed too messy – too many arms and legs trying to figure out what to do. I loved dancing, so I often hooked up with hard-partying girls at nightclubs. Whether I fucked them at the club or took them home, I knew what I wanted. My main kink was that I loved having my cum swallowed or drained into an unprotected pussy. 

My cumshots were usually so big that I once even consulted a doctor about “hyperspermia”. During my modeling days, even though I restricted myself to one-on-one encounters, I must have fed buckets of my cum to pretty girls whom I wouldn't even recognize if I saw them again. I must have been responsible for more purchases of the morning-after pill at my local pharmacy than any other guy in my neighborhood.

Sometimes, it wasn't just girls throwing themselves at me. Gay guys competed to serve as my cum buckets. Even for straight guys, I was the guy who made them think: “I'm not gay, but if I switch, I want him to be my bitch.” But in college, I developed clear boundaries around homoeroticism. I could only do anything sexual with other super-sexy mildly androgynous guys, and the most I could do was to have them suck my cock and swallow my cum. In theory, I was open to sucking cock myself, but in reality, I never did it. And I certainly had no interest in butt-fucking. 

Even though I never used drugs, I loved playing with girls and guys who were under the influence of drugs. I was amazed by the range of emotions and states of mind fueled by drugs: euphoria, sedation, excitement, disorientation, sensuality, bliss, mania, etc. Sexual partners under the influence of cannabis were my favorites. I loved hearing them giggle as I splashed my jizz in their faces.

With only a couple of my casual partners, I noticed my tendency to dominate and even gently or symbolically punish my partners for actions or character traits that I didn’t like. I recall a snooty girl I creampied even though she first said: “Don’t cum inside me,” but ended up loving it nonetheless. There was also a straight-acting guy at a nightclub who introduced me to the rhyme I mentioned earlier. He slapped my ass while I was dancing, then screamed over the music: “I’m not gay, but if I switch, I want you to be my bitch.” I appreciated the rhyme, but the night ended with me patiently fucking his face. I took frequent breaks during which I made him tell me again and again that he’s not gay.

2. Back to the Future: Being the “Other Guy”

After Lana invited me to the Airbnb for the weekend, I started recalling the parties where I watched as she and Jake went totally nuts. Lana wasn’t nearly as extreme as Jake; her appetites were generally mild. She was typically chasing a “comfortable buzz”, and to her, sexual experimentation was just “fun with beautiful friends”. At the same time, Lana was more experienced with non-monogamy compared to Jake. In fact, she claimed that none of her past relationships were monogamous.

With both drugs and non-monogamy, Jake was the less experienced extremist. He was always ready for more – another hit, another trip, or the sight of another male beauty cum-splashing his girlfriend’s face. He pursued these experiences with the determination of a starved man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Sometimes, when Jake went too far with some of the drugs, he had his ‘episodes’. Depending on the drugs and his surroundings, he either felt one with everything or afraid of everything. Whether he was blissed out or paranoid, Jake had remarkable stamina and virility. He could cum and keep fucking without a break. During some of his episodes, Jake felt an irrepressible urge to get totally naked, even in public. From my conversation with Lana, it seemed that Jake was in the middle of another episode. He had been feeling stuck, and he was doubling down on the ‘escapes’ that always worked for him. 

In the year that had passed since our partying days together, I became much more curious about these escapes, both drugs and partner sharing. In fact, a big part of the reason for my increased curiosity was my memory of Jake and Lana's public MMF threesome with an Abercrombie & Fitch model at a totally debauched pool party. I couldn't get the scene out of my mind. For a year, I kept replaying it, jerking off to it. The guy was an out-of-this-world beauty, and I didn't just want to fuck Lana the way he fucked her; I also wanted to arouse Jake the way he aroused him.

When Jake jizzed the guy's mesmerizingly beautiful face, I didn't just witness a physical release. Jake didn't just “get off”. The act seemed both an expression of gratitude and a form of punishment for fucking his girlfriend. Jake was both rough and gentle, unsparing and sensitive. The expression on the guy's face was unforgettable, a mix of cannabis-fueled bliss and the heart-pumping effects of sexual exertion. He looked like he had achieved nirvana. 

The scene is etched in my memory. The storm of emotions was eye-opening, and for the next year, I kept fantasizing about being “the other guy” for Jake and Lana. I felt silly for having denied myself what seemed like a fantastic experience: kinky fucking while stoned.

3. Invitation to a New World

Soon after Lana asked me if I remembered Jake’s ‘episodes’, I knew that this would be the day I would fulfill this fantasy. 

“Do I remember Jake's episodes?!” I asked, laughing. “I couldn't forget them if I tried. How could I forget the compulsive nudity? Or finding God? Or conspiracy theories? Or the memory of Jake’s undeniably impressive cock?” Lana laughed heartily as I recalled these highlights of Jake’s episodes.

“Or…?” I wanted to continue my list of highlights, but I paused, unsure if I should tell Lana how many times I had masturbated to my memory of the Abercrombie & Fitch (A&F) party. Lana noticed my hesitation and asked me to continue, but out of friendly concern, I first wanted to make sure Jake wasn't doing anything unsafe. I recalled one of Jake's episodes at a rooftop party where he not only felt compelled to get naked, but also to overcome his fear of heights. He really could've died, but in his state, he felt he was just having a good time.

I said to Lana: “I'm happy to keep reminiscing, but first tell me is Jake doing anything unsafe?”

“Not really,” she said. “He's just totally lit up again, a bit emotional at times, and totally wrapped up in fantasies. He’s not doing anything dangerous, but this is one of the episodes that makes me wonder if my boyfriend has a real sex addiction.” After a pause, she added: “And if I’m the enabler.”

I reacted with a chuckle. “Has he been raiding the pharmacy again?”

Lana wholeheartedly confirmed my hypothesis: “My God, yes! And he's going deep this time. He’s in his “one with everything” mode, and he keeps getting naked, as if it hurts him to keep his clothes on. And he's not just super-horny. He's also totally obsessed with fantasies.”

I immediately knew what she meant. There was a special combination of ingredients from Jake's pharmacy that made him joyfully – almost ecstatically – horny. In this lit-up state, he was obsessively planning orgies and sex club visits. He always savored the choice of the next Adonis to fuck his girlfriend. Too much was not enough. 

Lana said: “We just checked into the Airbnb on the beach, and Jake has been talking non-stop about throwing a party. When I asked him what exactly he has in mind, he just said we should have you over for the weekend.”

There was a pregnant pause at this point in the conversation. I knew what the invitation meant, and Lana knew that I knew. This was always how Jake and Lana played their games: Jake picked the guys to fuck his girlfriend, and she was the one to recruit the lucky winner. I spent a year masturbating to my memory of Jake and Lana with Alex, the Abercrombie & Fitch model. Now, Lana's invitation meant that I'm “the other guy”. I felt like the universe was responding to my new appetites.

The pause in the conversation must have lasted just a few seconds. Lana broke the silence: “Listen, you've known us for a while. You've been with us at parties. You know what Jake had in mind, right? When he said we should have you spend the weekend with us.” 

“Of course, I do,” I said, smiling. In that moment, I knew that I was done denying myself. I could barely wait to be “the other guy”. So, I said to Lana: “I think what Jake is saying is that he can't wait to watch me drain my balls in his girlfriend's unprotected pussy. Did I get that right?”

Lana let out a long and hearty laugh. “Yes,” she finally said, interrupting herself again with laughter.

Then I told her about my recurring fantasies about the Abercrombie & Fitch party. She loved the story, but not only because it revealed how much I wanted to join a threesome with her and Jake. She seemed even more excited about my decision to finally mix kinky fucking with cannabis.“Dude, we have amazing weed!” She exclaimed. “Jake's already high. Just get over here!

When Lana gave me the address for the Airbnb, I realized that it was only a short walk away, right along the beach. I was already freshly showered and I didn't need to put on anything but my bathing suit, t-shirt and flip-flops. So, after the call with Lana, I headed to the Airbnb. 

As I walked, I thought about the contrast between physical and psychological arousal. My cock was not hard, but my psychological arousal was off the charts. My thoughts were racing. I felt I was about to enter a new world. 

4. How the Devil Got Me Hooked

Lana told me that the house overlooks the ocean, with a long staircase leading from the porch down to the beach. So I decided to walk along the beach, gazing at the high-priced houses spread sparsely along the sun-drenched sand. I found the house, and started walking up the long staircase. 

Suddenly, the door to the porch swung open and Jake strutted out totally naked and screaming exultantly: “Fuck yeah!!! When he saw me, he ignored my surprised reaction and ran up to me with his balls flipping and flopping, his glistening cock just beginning to deflate. He greeted me with a big hug. Holding me tightly and breathing heavily from exertion, he said: “Dude, when Lana told me you were coming, I got so excited I blew a big jizz load in her face.” 

With Jake's freshly drained cock and balls pressed into my crotch, I could see Lana, also naked, smiling at me awkwardly through the open door. I knew Jake wasn't kidding about the big load. Lana's face and chest looked like a Jackson Pollock painting. She shrugged with mock exasperation and an expression suggesting “I told you he was in one of his episodes.”

In this particular episode, Jake was genuinely warm and loving. He seemed elated. His energy was irrepressible and irresistible. No doubt, his behavior during these episodes was kinda crazy, but in the most charming and charismatic way. I hugged him back and said: “Hey, it's good to see you, man. That does look like a heroic cum splash. You weren't kidding!”

The houses around their Airbnb were sufficiently spread out to provide a measure of privacy, but I'm not sure that made much difference to Jake. With a fresh burst of excitement, he broke the hug and said: “Now we should all go skinny-dipping. Come on!” He marched down to the ocean and dove into a wave. Then he turned around and screamed out to me and Lana: “What are you waiting for?”

I looked back at Lana and waved for her to come out. She didn’t even bother to finish wiping her face and chest after the cum blast. As she walked down to greet me, her partly wiped C-cup breasts quivered. I must have still been in a trance from this striking sight when Lana casually said: “You should get naked too.” As she leaned in to hug me, she said: “This is the first time I hug you after getting cum-drenched by Jake. I hope you don't mind.”

The scent of sweat and Jake's man juice hit my senses hard. I knew I was now in a new world. After a couple of years of observing this world as an outsider, I couldn't wait to feast on the smorgasbord inside. As Lana headed to the ocean to join Jake, I started to undress, already getting hard as I imagined plowing Lana's pussy.  But I was even more eager for my first time fucking while stoned. In my sober state, I could play along with Jake and Lana. But I wanted to feel what they felt.

I got naked and swam up to my skinny-dipping partners. As I approached them, I swear I saw a devilish glint in Lana's eyes before she dove in and swam in my direction. In the meantime, Jake smiled like a horny imp in eager anticipation. Before I even computed the reason for the prankster vibe, Lana swam up to me and wrapped her arms around my thighs and butt cheeks underwater. Before I knew it, she was sucking my cock. 

This unforgettable moment sparked an ego trip so intense I had to remind myself not to hold Lana submerged for too long. As I pressed her face into my crotch, I must have had quite a look on my face. When I made eye contact with Jake, he was overcome with lust. In that moment, I realized that the weekend ahead wasn't going to be an experience, but a narcotic. I already felt hooked, as if Jake's “sex addiction” was rubbing off on me. He was a highly charismatic addict.

5. Meeting the Plant Spirit

Thankfully, Lana survived her underwater adventure, and we moved the party inside, but my cock was still aching for her mouth as we moved the party inside. I didn't even wait for Jake to roll a joint. While he started rolling, I wrapped my arm around Lana's waist as if to dance with her, and I danced her to the couch. As I sat down and reclined on the couch, I pulled Lana's face straight into my crotch. 

Wrapping my right hand around my balls and the base of my shaft, I used my left hand to press down on Lana’s head as she pretended to resist, screaming: “No! No! You’re a deep-throater! You’re gonna make me choke!”

“Look at you go!” Jake teased. “Wait till you meet the cannabis plant spirit. This is some amazing weed.” 

By the time Jake handed me the joint, Lana's skull was impaled on my cock. I took my first drag and coughed, still pressing down on Lana's head. As Lana gulped and gagged on my cock, I kept smoking the joint. It didn’t take long for the plant spirit to enter the moment. When it did, I immediately understood the appeal of combining sex with weed. I could only describe what I felt as bliss or euphoria. Having my cock sucked had never felt this good.

Then, Jake propped up Lana’s butt with a pillow, parted her butt cheeks, and started licking her pussy. I reached over with my free hand, running my fingers through Jake's hair. As I spanked Lana's luscious butt cheeks, I noticed how much Jake loved eating pussy. He was ravenously sucking, licking and biting, making Lana yelp and moan with my cock in her mouth. Then, she lifted her head to catch her breath and said: “You see how well my boyfriend is preparing my pussy for you? 

Still spiraling into my cannabis high, I grabbed Jake's hair and slowly lifted his glistening face. “You ready to watch me fuck your girlfriend?” Jake looked like an eager puppy when he said “Dude, she's dripping for you.”

6. Liberation

I immediately got Jake to switch places with me. Now, he reclined on the couch with Lana's face planted in his crotch, her dripping pussy parting easily as I penetrated her from behind. As I thrust into Lana with my raging hard-on, the room seemed to spin with a mix of cannabis-induced euphoria and the raw intensity of the moment. Jake's eyes were locked onto mine, a mixture of lust and something deeper, almost vulnerable. Lana's moans filled the room like a symphony of pleasure that seemed to amplify every sensation.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I whispered into Lana's ear, feeling her body respond to every movement. Jake's hand reached out, gripping my shoulder tightly, as if anchoring himself to the moment.

Suddenly, Lana pushed back against me, her body convulsing in another orgasm. The sight of her losing control sent a wave of pleasure through me, and I felt myself on the edge. I slammed my hips into Lana’s pussy and held there, rotating my hips to snake my cock around her vaginal walls. When I slammed again and held my cock balls-deep in Lana’s pussy, I started to gush so hard that I swear Jake knew, just from my facial expression, the exact moment my jizz started to flood his girlfriend’s pussy.

In the heat of the moment, I did something I had never done before. I reached over and wrapped my hand around Jake's cock – his smooth, big, thick, circumcised, museum-grade cock. I remembered being utterly mesmerized by Jake's shaft when I watched him and Lana in threesomes in the past. However, until this moment, my boundaries around homoeroticism didn’t allow me to express my appreciation for Jake’s magnificent phallus. These boundaries were now being redrawn.

I loved feeling the weight of Jake's balls in my hand as I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft. I jerked him off, matching the rhythm of my own softening thrusts into Lana. Jake's grip on my shoulder tightened. His breath hitched as I stroked him. Lana, still riding the waves of her own orgasm, opened her mouth to take Jake in, her lips wrapping around his shaft as I guided him into her mouth. The sight of her eagerly sucking him while I fucked her was almost too much to bear.

Carpe Diem! “I want more of this," I thought to myself, feeling a surge of power and deep intimacy. This moment was more than just physical pleasure; it was a bond that liberated us from the constraints and norms of our ordinary lives.

I was still snaking my deflating cock around Lana’s pussy, when I felt Jake's body tense. He came with a deep groan, his cock pulsing in my hand as he filled Lana's mouth. The room seemed to freeze, the three of us locked in a tableau of pure ecstasy, Jake's jizz overflowing and coating my hand as I rubbed his balls.

7. After the Deal with the Devil

Then, slowly, we began to disentangle. Lana rolled onto her side, a satisfied smile on her face. Jake leaned back, his chest heaving with deep breaths. I sat up, feeling a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. I looked at both of them, feeling a deep sense of connection. "Wow," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don't want this to end.”

The weekend was just beginning. After I showered, I rejoined Jake and Lana in the living room. They were both dressed now and smiling impishly. “We have a little surprise for you for tomorrow,” Jake said with visible satisfaction. “Alex is joining us for a hike. From what Lana told me, it sounds like you remember him well.”

Both Jake and Lana exploded in laughter when they saw my reaction. Of course, they were talking about Alex, the painfully beautiful A&F model who had been haunting my fantasies for the past year. “Alex?!” I blurted out the name in an involuntary yelp. 

“Not just Alex,” Jake beamed. “His new girlfriend Jiselle is with him. There's her photo.” Jake tossed me a La Perla catalogue with a stunning beauty on the cover.

In that moment, I realized how the Devil works: He addicts us. He satisfies our fantasies at the cost of making us crave more. This is why people generally avoid making deals with the Devil. It's not that these deals don't satisfy our appetites. It's that we get addicted to the satisfaction. It took me a couple of years to grow out of my addiction to the pleasures and ego trips of MMF encounters. My addiction to cannabis is still with me.

The first day of my three-day weekend with Jake and Lana ended with the most beautiful sexual experience of my life. What made the experience special is that we didn't fuck at all. The three of us climbed into bed together and held and caressed each other until we passed out in the warm glow of the cannabis plant spirit.

Part 2

In Part 2 of this series, I'll tell you about the second and third days of this unforgettable weekend. If my stay with Lana and Jake had ended after the first day, I doubt MMFs would've become an addiction for me. But it felt like the addiction got wired into my nervous system soon after my rude awakening on day two. Stay tuned.