Citation: jake. "No Turning Back: An Experience with Methamphetamine (exp14012)". Erowid.org. Jul 27, 2018. erowid.org/exp/14012
I'm a fairly conservative, healthy, young, gay guy, whose previous hard drug experience amounted to a few pills at a party and the occasional tab of acid.
About two months ago I picked up a sexy guy, who swept me right off my feet. Within a few minutes of pawing each other he said, 'Have you ever done Crystal?'. 'No?', 'Wait here', and a few minutes later he came back with two picks, primed and ready to go. I had never in wildest dream have considered doing IV drugs, but he asked 'Are you Ok?', and I said 'Yes', he took my arm, found a vein, inserted, pulled back the plunger, the clear liquid swirled with my blood, he pushed in, withdrew the needle and let go of my arm.
Woooow, man, my body melted, my head fell back, I felt the air being sucked into me, my heart pounded my chest. Surges of intense joy seared down my back and wound along my limbs. 'Having fun, babe?' I couldn't answer. I was in bliss, all anxiety all alarm had vaporised. As I came to, I felt intensely relaxed yet aroused, aware, excited, confident and grateful, that I had found this dangerous, sexy boy and his bag of lollies. We fell upon each other. We had the wildest, most satisfying mind blowing sex I have ever had, experienced things I did not think possible. We kept going for hours stopping only for coffee and to hit up again, of course you cant fuck for long in that state of mind, and stay safe. The alarm I should have felt was replaced by the most extreme sense of excitement, I was fucking this angeldevil bareback, in the raw, skin on in skin, I had to have him in me, I was empty without him in me. I can't stand this, what is the fuck is he doing to me, fuck me you cunt, fuck me til you're raw, who gives a fuck if he's positive, who gives a fuck, just ignore it, its not important, it doesnít matter, you cant not do this, this is what you were born for, to fuck this guy, to take him, take him into you, you will shatter in a million pieces if you donít keep going you've got to keep going, keep going.
Eventually a day or so later, he had to go to work. So did I but I wasnít going anywhere how could I go to work I was completely shattered. I rang in sick, I didn't feel I could ever work again. In fact, I didn't, I had a few fitful hours of sleep, grinding my teeth to powder, I could feel gritty pieces of enamel in my mouth, I felt an intense shiver in my bones, the jangles, I was breathing short sharp breaths, . He came back from work, we had a some meagre food the first in two days, some coffee and hit up again. 'it will make you feel better.'
Ah, that's it, ooh I needed that. I felt shocking before? I feel fine now.
I keep going back, I could not stay away, I couldnít even spend a night away from him and his bag of tricks.
Even now two weeks later, I want it, I want to do it again, even though I know it's poison, it fucks my brain. But if someone offered it to me, I'd do it.
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