Mates Blowjob And Blunts
Alright, so there I was, chilling on the sofa, dick in hand, blunt in the other, and a steaming cup of coffee on the side. Our lass had just left for work, and I had the whole place to myself. It was one of those mornings where you just wanna relax and take care of business, you know? I had some porn on the telly, nothing too wild, just enough to get me going.
So, I’m there, stroking away, when my phone buzzes. It’s a mate of mine, asking what I’m up to. Now, I’m not one to hide shit, so I tell him straight up, “Just sitting here, wanking off and smoking a blunt.” We’ve never really talked about wanking before, other than the usual “yeah, we all do it” kinda thing. But his response? “Sounds hot. I’ll be right over.”
I’m thinking, “What the fuck?” but before I can even process it, I hear his car pull up in the driveway. Seven minutes, that’s all it took. I’m still there, cock in hand, when he walks in. He sees me, takes one look at the porn on the telly, and without a word, he drops to his knees.
Now, I’m not gonna lie, I was a bit shocked. But at the same time, I was fucking turned on. He looks up at me, grins, and then he just goes for it. He takes my cock in his mouth, deep throating it like a pro. I mean, I’ve had blowjobs before, but this was next level. He was sucking the cum right out of my balls.
I’m watching him, feeling every sensation, and it’s like I’m in a fucking trance. He’s got this rhythm going, and I can feel the pressure building. He keeps at it, his mouth working magic, and then he stands up, licks his lips, and sits down next to me. He takes a hit off the blunt, exhales, and says, “Well, that just happened.”
I’m still in shock, but I’m grinning like an idiot. I take a hit off the blunt too, and we just sit there for a moment, not saying a word. The porn is still playing in the background, and I can feel the buzz from the weed and the coffee mixing in my system. It’s a weird but fucking awesome feeling.
After a bit, he looks at me and says, “So, what now?” I shrug, still grinning, and say, “Dunno, mate. Wanna watch some more porn?” He laughs, and we end up just chilling there, watching the telly and passing the blunt back and forth. It’s like nothing out of the ordinary just happened, but at the same time, everything had changed.
We spend the rest of the morning like that, just hanging out, talking shit, and watching more porn. Every now and then, he’d lean over and give my cock a squeeze, or I’d do the same to him. It was like we had this unspoken agreement that this was our new normal.
Eventually, he had to go, but before he left, he looked at me and said, “This was fun. We should do it again sometime.” I nodded, still grinning, and said, “Yeah, mate. Sounds good.” He left, and I was alone again, but this time, I had a whole new set of memories to jerk off to.
That night, when our lass came home, I couldn’t help but think about what had happened. I kept it to myself, of course, but every time I looked at my mate’s messages, I got a little buzz of excitement. It was like a secret, just between us, and it made everything feel a little bit more alive.
The next few days were a blur of work and more of the same. I’d wake up, smoke a blunt, jerk off, and sometimes my mate would join me. It became a routine, a ritual almost. We never talked about it too much, just enjoyed the moment and moved on. It was like we had this understanding, this connection that didn’t need words.
One morning, I was sitting there, same as always, when my mate walked in with a new blunt and a smile. He handed it to me, and as I took a hit, he dropped to his knees again. This time, I was ready for it. I leaned back, let the weed and the coffee do their thing, and just enjoyed the ride.
He sucked me off like it was the most natural thing in the world, and I loved every second of it. When he was done, he stood up, licked his lips, and sat down next to me. We passed the blunt back and forth, watching the porn, and just chilling. It was like we were in our own little world, and nothing could touch us.
As the days turned into weeks, our little arrangement became a part of our lives. We never labeled it, never defined it, just let it be what it was. It was raw, it was real, and it was fucking hot. We’d joke about it sometimes, make little comments here and there, but we never made a big deal out of it. It was just something we did, something that made us feel good.
And that’s how it went. We’d hang out, smoke, watch porn, and fuck around. It was simple, it was fun, and it was exactly what we both needed. No drama, no bullshit, just two mates having a good time.
Looking back on it now, I can’t help but smile. It was a wild ride, one that I’ll never forget. And who knows? Maybe one day, we’ll do it all again. Until then, I’ll just keep smoking my blunts, drinking my coffee, and enjoying the memories.
So, that’s my story. A wild morning turned into a whole new world of possibilities. It was unexpected, it was hot, and it was fucking perfect. Sometimes, life throws you a curveball, and all you can do is grab it and run. And that’s exactly what we did.
Here’s to unexpected encounters and the memories they create. Cheers, mate.
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