I Started Smoking Again

I started smoking again. Ah, what are you gonna do? I roll the joints and kick back. I don’t know why I ever try to stop? And, of course, Matthew smokes too. That handsome guy, with his blue eyes, bloodshot and smiling.  

I take on look at him and his gorgeous face all flushed and I think, what have I done to this sweet guy. Turned him into a pot pig. He’s taken to it like a duck takes to water, of a monkey takes to the trees. 

He smiles all wonky at me.

“I’m a bad boy,” I say.

I can’t say that around Matthew, “I’m a bad boy.” It gets him going. 

I roll more joints, because once I start, I find it hard to stop, which may give you an inkling of why, in fact, I do stop. 

And Matthew disappears.

The next time I look around he is in a dog choker and tight leather shorts, not even zipped up that's how keen it makes him. Big muscly puppy, on all fours, with his cotton tail wriggling.

He whimpers at the door, his head around the door frame, on all fours. Pot brings out the worst best in him.

Adorable.

“Come on boy,” I say. And he scampers into the room, like the big puppy that he is.

His parents are still happily married and all.

Although, they were both lefty teachers. So, I don't reckon he can blame his childhood. No one touched him, or treated him badly, in fact from all accounts his childhood was all sunshine and good times, being cosseted and well looked after, driven to school in a Mercedes, or a Jag.

He is such a handsome lad.

He comes right up to me and looks up with his adorable face. And he whimpers some more.

“You been a good boy?” I ask.

He shakes his head in the negative, making Scooby Do noises.

The tight leather shorts slide half way down the backs of his thick thighs before I slide my finger into his hairy arse crack. I lick my finger and then slide it right into him up to my knuckle, and he slide down onto his elbows keeping his arse up in the air. And I have my finger all the way into him and he moans and pushes back on it as if he is trying to get more of it inside him.

His big balls and beautiful tick cock hang down and I take his thick cock from behind between his legs and I masturbate him and finger fuck him until he is a wet open hold and a sticky, gooey leaking cock.

I make him cum like that, with two fingers deep inside him, his arsehole tight around them. When I threaten to slide a 3rd finger into him, he starts to shiver and shake and scream out, as he pumps great wads of cum into my hand which is rubbing his knob intensely.

And just as he starts to cum, I do slide my 3rd finger into him, and I slide the 3 pronged width of fingers into him until I can’t push it into him anymore and he becomes a wild organising glove puppet completely under my spell.