The SARS Volta

Sexual experiences that have happened to you that are unforgettable but equally bizarre. May be strange to look back, but will be hilarious when you're old and things don't function as well as they used to--or even the next day, in my case.
This will take balls to admit as I type although there's no way I regret it. In fact the experience was incredible yet far from sexual idealism. And at moments it was just wrong.

This went down last night: A friend is released from jail on a charge which he is proven not guilty. We're celebrating his release at a mutual friend, Jay's house. I'm happy our buddy was acquitted, and even more pleased to see Jay again for the first time in a while.
Jay is intriguing, entertaining and gorgeous; something refreshing to see after months of focusing on work and school thus neglecting any sexual and any social life--he's that guy you can't turn down unless you're not into men at all.
He and I are chatting it up all night, all the while, drinking beer to excess. Jay spits a lot of ditsy/cutesy innuendo, but I act like I don't take it seriously.

Eventually everyone is either passed out or headed home. The booze is gone, and this left me at Jay's, totally wrecked. I asked to crash on a guest bed and he agreed immediately, but Jay wasn't about to have me do so by myself. We inevitably begin messing around, but then I hear:
"This isn't actually a guest room. It's my dead brother's old room".
Awkward. Naturally, I refuse to do anything sexual in deceased bro's bed so we move it over to Jay's room to eliminate a morbid factor.

Finally, we just get it on. There was a tangible urgency for a sex fix between the both of us. So, it is exceptionally passionate, primal and intense. I came like a power-washer multiple times. The sex was easily some of the best I've had. He fucked like a machine and it was mutually enjoyed.
A glowing experience is interrupted by Jay's bedroom door flying open, and his Mom on the other side of it; more intoxicated than we were and enraged. She told him he had to get out of the house and to me--"LEAVE, and take my son with you!" We weren't loud, so I don't know what gave it away.

I fumble to get clothes back on after she disappears, but Jay stops me and tries to reassure me that it's no big deal; "she won't even remember this tomorrow, she's a drunk".
Immediately, I disagree with him and try to get my shit together, but he has different ideas and pushes me back on the bed to finish up, regardless of Mamadukes.
I humored the idea of struggling but it felt too good to do much to resist. Sure enough, his mom comes back upstairs and flips her shit again, and we sprint outside and resume sex in the car. When we were sober enough to drive--it was off to my place to continue the sex-a-thon, where no one was there to call it off.

No doubt, this morning was awkward for him and sore for me. I was all lulz anyhow. Then, he tells me he's 19 and I laugh even harder, but he was serious. I couldn't give a fuck if he's 3 years my junior at this point when we'd already had 6+ hours of epic sex in one night.

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(fiance)