There we were. On his couch. Bong on the table. The drooping of his eyes told me he was high as shit. And I could feel it hitting me as well. Fuck, his smile is perfect. He shows me a porn vid he liked. As he shows me, I can feel my cock jump with excitement. His hand lowers to his bulge. Mine, too. He whips his out first. And we’re off. There’s an energy in the room. Like none I’ve felt before.

I reach over and start stroking his penis. He melts with pleasure. He reaches over and starts stroking mine. Fuck.

I look at his hand working my penis. This is really happening. Oh fuck! I pull back. I’m about to cum. I’m embarrassed – we just got started. The last thing I want is for this to end. He stops and lets go. He smiles and repositions me to face him.

He looks into my eyes and holds a bottle of poppers to my nose. “Take a hit” he says. I inhale. “Again. Again”. I do exactly as he says. “One more”. Fuck. This feels so good already.

He kisses me and says “good boy” as he grabs my cock and strokes again. Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck. My vision is blurry, my mouth is wide open in awe of the pleasure pulsing throughout my body. I’m writhing up and down. And he’s there. Between my legs. Working my penis with his strong, hairy, tatted hands.

He looks me in the eyes and nods as he sees how lost in penis I’m getting. My moans get louder. I thrust harder in his hands. Fuck. Fuck! He lets go. He sits back, smiling.

My penis throbs. He slaps his penis against mine and starts rubbing them together. Oh FUCK. I’ve never wanted to cum so bad, but I also never wanted this moment to end.

Holding our cocks together, he presses his forehead against mine. “You like that?” All I can do is nod yes. He kisses me. “We got all night.” He strokes our cocks faster. We continue for hours.