I’ve mentioned before that some ‘bi-curious’ guys need to be coked up for cock fun. When they’re not wired, these ‘straight’ guys are not interested in ‘gay’ sex. Or won’t allow themselves to be. As one put it to me: ‘I don’t fancy men at all. I just get super horny for cock when I’m on coke. Not at all interested when I’m not.’
And as another straight-identified guy admitted to me, ‘It makes you totally focused on sex – and tends to make your dick floppy, so you’re not gonna be much use with a lass. Makes sense to be the slut yourself when you’re wired.’
It’s also the case, I should point out, that men are more available than women when you’re off your kisser at 1am. Unless you’re willing to pay.
Speaking of which, I’m too tight to supply any of the ‘conversion powder’ (as one gay acquaintance used to call it) – and I don’t use it myself: I’m far too square and strait-laced. The last thing I need is to develop another habit I can’t afford. I’m happy though to hoover up the after-effects.
Well, not that happy. Maybe it’s amazing when you’re both on it – I wouldn’t know –but there is a definite downside to one-sided sniff sex, particularly when someone has overindulged to give themselves Colombian courage. Yes, it mightily disinhibits the inhibited, but also can make them properly paranoid.
And worse, dry-mouthed.
The biggest turn-off though, is that coke can be a thoroughly jealous playmate – you, not being on it, are left playing gooseberry with someone who is. In a sense, you don’t really exist: only the coke and the cokee’s increasingly sketchy/twitchy desires do. As this sorry tale from a few years back illustrates.