Getting High on Someone Else's Supply

Thursday nights are rough for me this fall, because four shows that I watch -- Alias, Smallville (don't judge me), The O.C. (don't judge me) and Survivor (don't judge me) all air at the same time (8:00 pm on the coasts). Thanks to my cable company's DVR package, I can record any given two of those without a problem, but working the other two in is a challenge. So, given that Veronica Mars is on at 9:00, my Thursday nights are essentially dead when it comes to social activity. Can't hang out with my friends, can't spend all night on the internet or reading or whatever. And I definitely, definitely cannot schedule a sex date for Thursday at 8:00.

Guess what I did last Thursday?

Yeah, I think you see roughly where this is going. Anyhow, normally I would never, ever forgo that much TV for sex. Well, not gay sex, anyway, which is what this was. However, there was an additional temptation that made me gladly take the night off and let my DVR do its job, and that's ganja. Pot. Sticky-icky-icky (actually while discussing sex, that last term lacks precision due to multiple possible interpretations, and I'm nothing if not irritatingly precise). At any rate, I knew he was 420-friendly and asked him to bring some and he did.

See, here's the thing. Despite having a fairly broad range of sexual experience, I'm still a bit of a nerd, and a nerdy-type nerd at that, which means that prior to the night before yesterday, I have gotten high exactly once in my life, and that was last Thanksgiving. And since then, I've been really curious what pot-sex would be like. I'm just going to take it for granted that the bulk of the people that read this blog already more or less know what it's like (Aughra, I'm looking at you). So what I'm about to say might not be that surprising to you.

Sex while high is totally, completely, absolutely fucking amazing.

I mean, I figured it would be a fun, tingly new twist, something akin to poppers only longer lasting and less likely to give me a headache. But no, it's like what having sex in space is like. Having sex in space while high, that is.

Granted, since this is only my second time with the Mary Jane, save for a couple of contact highs at a Snoop Dogg concert and the like, I'm still in that place where I get really, really high. And I mean really high. Last Thanksgiving, while popping my pot cherry, there was an hour or so (hard to tell) where I felt like I controlled a tiny part of the universe with my knees. I bent my knees and the universe, or at least a couple rays perpendicular to my legs, folded along with it. I'm not used to that level of responsibility.

The point is, I imagine the earthbound mile-high-club won't always be as exciting as it was on Thursday, but goddamn was it amazing. It was so cool, first of all, everywhere we touched was intensely pleasurable, like my entire body was a giant erection but with fingers. And plus it was like our bodies just melted into each other and there wasn't any specific point where his skin ended and mine started. My fingers would sink into his flesh a bit and they'd feel like they were becoming a part of him.

And the kissing. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. First of all, I think I did this little experiment with the right guy, 'cuz I loooooove making out and so does he, and two people (or more, I suppose) who really like necking are definitely gonna have a good time making out while baked. So, like I expected that to be good, but it was totally mind-blowing. How mind blowing?

I whimpered!

Totally involuntary, came out of nowhere, embarrassingly high-pitched whimpered. And groaned, but the whimpering was what got me. Normally, when I make noise in bed, it's sort of a conscious act, I rarely am not in control of what sex noises I make except during the more intense orgasms, and even then I can more or less shape how it comes out. So any noise I make is a decision, like "hey, the way he/she is sucking my cock right now feels good, I should let him/her know." So this whimpering from nowhere really surprised the hell out of me. I figure (and forgive me if I'm wrong) that it's closer to how women make noise during sex, which always struck me as rather involuntary, or at least I'd like to think so since it implies good things about me.

OK, so clearly it was physically a lot better, and if that was all, I'd still be amazed. But it turns out it's an incredible emotional high as well. I mean I genuinely felt extremely close to this guy. Which is really, really rare for me when I'm having sex with a guy. I can be sensual, I can be erotic, I can be playful and I can be dirtyNastySlutty. But romantic? Fuck that. I don't even know how to fake that. Frankly, I get uncomfortable if I sense my partner is experiencing anything on an emotional level higher than "Gee, I'm having fun!"

I should mention that I'm the exact opposite when it comes to women. On more than one occasion I've experienced a genuine feeling of loss and lonliness when my lapdance ended. Well, genuine but not heartbreaking. I'm not that pathetic. ("That damn DJ keeps cutting the songs short. He's trying to keep us apart!"). At any rate, I have no problem slipping into a romantic state of mind when I'm slipping it in.

But while high, I fell right into this wave of emotional intimacy, and I'm surprised how much that didn't bother me and even more surprised that it still doesn't. It's very strange to have experienced an emotional satisfaction along with the physical satisfaction while with a guy. Never saw that coming.

So, following the sex, I also got the munchies and luckily the fella had ordered a pizza for me before I came over, which we didn't eat. So I had pizza in bed while being a bit giddy from the sex and the pot, which is a nice way to cap the evening. I'd actually have liked to have stayed the whole night, but, you know, work and all that. Plus I had the early shift last week (which means 7:00am, and I was happy to have made it there by 7:20). So I left, and I felt like a total asshole, especially since it's really hard to make a smooth exit while hungry and still fairly high. Managed to make it back in time for me to watch Smallville though, which I felt had an excellent season premiere, and I think I would have felt that way even if I wasn't blitzed.

So, to sum up, getting high and having sex*: A big thumbs up.

* Also sometimes referred to as "PnP" (for "Party and Play") in the gay community, though that more commonly refers to crystal meth, which I have pretty much no curiosity about.