Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 19:01:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Arnold Layne <arnoldlayne69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hitting Tony's Pipe

Hitting Tony's Pipe
By  Bacteriaburger

      I went over to Tony's house, that hot summer day, with thoughts of
sex on my mind.  I'd always been attracted to Tony, and I always suspected
that he was perhaps...less than straight.  For one thing, he'd known I was
gay (and perverted, for that matter) since I'd first met him, and still he
pursued me as a friend, he was always the one who called me.  And it's not
like that makes him gay, but there were other things...things I couldn't
quite put my finger on.
      Tony opened the door to his apartment with a smile.  He was so cute.
Italian, with a boyishly handsome face and a thin, skater's body.  He was
in the middle of a video game so I sat on the couch and shot the breeze
while he finished up the level he was on.
      My horniness still hung heavy.  I realized something promising--we
were alone in the house.  Tony had a lot of roommates, but they were all
away in some fashion or another.  Tony turned his Playstation off.  He was
wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and basketball shorts.  He stood up before me
and gave me a sly smile.
      "So what do you wanna do?"  I shrugged.
      "I don't know, man, whatever."
      "I want to smoke a bowl," Tony said.  That was no surprise, Tony was
always getting high.  I used to always get high with him, but I'd quit
smoking weed months ago for various reasons.  Tony knew this.
      "Go right ahead," I said.
      "You wanna smoke?"
      "No," I said, looking right at him.  He was going to try to get me to
smoke.  It was alright, I knew that I didn't want to and I don't succumb to
peer pressure.
      "C'mon, Danny, just smoke with me this one time, what's it gonna
hurt?"
      "I quit, dude, like six months ago," I said to Tony as he gathered up
his weed and pipe.  He sat down next to me on the couch and started to pack
it up.
      "I know, but you should just smoke this one time.  C'mon, Danny, do
it for me," he said, holding the bowl out to me and smiling.  I smiled and
shook my head.
      "Alright, whatever," he said, faking being pissed.  We sat there
together, mostly silent, as he smoked his weed.  The smoke from the bowl
roped off in the sunlight.  Horny thoughts started crowding my head.  The
thing about Tony, what attracted me most to him, is that everyone said he
has a huge cock.  I'd never seen it, though.
      Our thighs were touching.  There was a definite something in the air,
a spark.  Tony sat smoking his bowl in silence, kind of arched away from
me, looking down at me.  When he finished, he reached down and packed up
another bowl.  Then he stood up in front of me and then he held the bowl
out to me.
      "Just fucking hit this, Danny."  I looked up at him.  His shorts had
ridden a little below his underwear, revealing the black elastic trim.
"C'mon, do it for me, I'm your friend, and I'm telling you to smoke weed."
      "Aw, Jesus Tony.  I'll...I'll take a hit if you show me your
underwear."  I said this with a smile, and Tony laughed with me.
      "Okay, Danny, I'll do that for you--but only because I want you to
smoke weed.  Here, hold this."  He handed me the bowl and pulled down his
shorts.  He wore gray boxer-briefs.  He lifted up his shirts to give me a
better look, showing me his hairy stomach.  I could see the outline of his
cock beneath the stretchy fabric, it looked thick and hot.  I started to
get a boner.
      "Very nice," I said.  Tony laughed and pulled up his shorts again.  I
put the lighter to the bowl and took a healthy hit.  I tried to fake
breathing it in, but Tony was watching me closely.  I faked it as much as I
could, and blew out a big puff of smoke.
      "Nice.  See, that wasn't so bad," he said.  I handed to bowl towards
him.  "No, no, that bowl's for you.  Finish it."
      "What?  I only said I'd take a hit.  I'm not smoking this whole
thing."
      "C'mon, man, just do it."
      "Alright, I'll smoke more of this if you show me your dick."  Tony
didn't hesitate.  He pulled down his shorts and boxer shorts and lifted up
his shirt for me to see.  It was exactly as I'd imagined.  He had a forest
of dark black pubes, but protruding from them was his pipe, thick as all
hell and milky white.  It hung pendulous over his heavy nut sack.
      "Very, very nice," I said, staring at his dick.  It was a beautiful
piece of meat.  Tony watched me as I put the tip of the pipe to my lips.  I
inhaled a hit, and blew it out.
      "Very, very nice," I said again, staring at his cock, and Anthony
laughed but still didn't pull his shorts up.  I handed the pipe to him and
he took it.  He looked over me and hit it, shifting on his feet but still
standing before me, his shorts still over his thighs.  When he finished his
hit he handed the bowl to me, his cock kind of swinging between his legs.
I took the bowl and the look that passed between us was serious.  I
realized that the game was seriously on.
      "There's like one hit left in this bowl," I said.  "You know it's
going to take more for me to finish it up."  Tony looked down at me, kind
of cocky, and gave me a shrug.  He put his hand on his hips.  "I'll smoke
all of this pipe if I can kiss the tip of your dick."
      Tony smiled at me.
      "Kiss it?"
      "Yeah, I want to give it a kiss."
      "Alright, but you have to hit it first."  I inhaled the last of the
weed and put the pipe on the floor, then I leaned forward toward his cock.
It started to enlarge.  I put my lips against the hot tip of his cockhead
and kissed it, then I kissed it again, putting more of the tip between my
lips.  His cock was fattening by the second.  I kissed the swelling head of
his pipe and brushed my tongue against it, and I kept kissing it, sort of
making out/French kissing his cock head.  Soon he had a raging boner.  I
pulled off.
      "That was more than one kiss," he said.
      "So?"
      "So, now you have to do something for me to make up for it."
      "Like what?"
      Tony though for a minute, but clearly his raging cock was doing the
thinking.
      "You have to let me sit on your face."
      "Seriously?"
      "Yeah, lay down."
      "Okay," I said, and I laid alongside the couch.  I couldn't believe
the way things were heading.  I never had any suspicion that Tony had even
entertained thoughts of getting his ass eaten out.
      Tony swung his leg over my head and planted his foot beside my chest
in the crack of the couch.  He lowered his hairy ass onto my face and I put
out my tongue to meet his hole.  His ass crushed my face, I was glad that
he was clean.  Tony was moaning, stroking his huge dick, saying "yeah,
yeah, fuck yeah" as he ground his butt hole against my tongue.  His ass was
loose and receptive, I put my tongue inside as far as it could go.  My own
cock was straining against my shorts in a painful way.  I reached down and
made an attempt to free it.
      Tony, who was basically leaning over my crotch anyway, saw my
predicament and pushed my hand away.  He unbuttoned my shorts and freed my
cock, still grinding his ass into my face.  He felt it a little bit,
tentatively, then leaned down and kissed and licked it like I had done to
his.  I moaned into his asshole.  Tony sat back up then got off of my face.
He was sweating and panting, and so was I.  I stood up next to him and we
stroked our cocks beside each other for a little bit, looking at each
other.
	"I always wanted to try to eat my own cum but once I came I never
felt much like eating it," Tony said to me in sort of a whisper.
	"Yeah, I know what you mean."
	"Maybe I could eat your cum and then when I cum you could eat
mine."
	"Yeah, that sounds cool," I said.  Tony crouched down in front of
me and took hold of my dick.  He milked it a little until a drop of pre-cum
appeared on the tip of my dick.  He put his tongue out and lapped at it.
      "Oh, man, it tastes fucking good," he said, and then he opened up his
mouth and started smoking my bone.  I'm sure he'd never sucked a dick
before, but he was kind of a natural.  He made sure his teeth didn't get in
the way and took it as far down his throat as he could.  It didn't take
long before I was on the brink.
	"Alright, Tony, I'm there, I'm gonna cum."  Tony grunted around my
cock, still stroking his hefty meat.  I unloaded into his mouth and he
grunted as he swallowed it all.  When I was done he took my cock out of his
mouth and licked at it in ecstasy, licking all the cum of my dick.  Who
knew, my straight friend was a total cum junkie!
	Tony stood up and smiled at me, licking at some jizz that was still
on his lips
	"Okay, your turn."  I happily obliged, kneeling down in front of
him and licking the pre-come off his cock.  For some reason, it did taste
fucking great, I kept licking at his cock head, I couldn't get enough of
it.  I sucked on his dick for a while but when he got close I took it out.
I wanted to see his cum as I ate it.  I stroked his huge pipe and he
unloaded on my tongue.  I savored his load, letting it rest on my tongue as
I stood up.  Tony, still in the throws of his orgasm, did not back away as
I leaned into him and kissed him, sharing his cum between us.  We French
kissed passionately, our tongues lapping at each other, savoring his cum.
	I was high as a kite, on weed and Tony's cum.  Though I was
technically off the wagon, I had to admit my powerlessness in the face of
Tony's beautiful cock.  I know it sounds strange, but that's the story of
how casual sex drove me to do drugs.

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