Another one...please

"Another one." I said. Then, without even thinking, added. "Please..."

The word came out softly, a twinge of desperation to it. It didn't even feel like I said it, my mind begining to slip away from my body. Like I was watching it all as a recording of something that already happened.

Wordlessly, without judgement or hesitation Josh inhaled another mouthfull of smoke and approached my face. I moved in, every so slightly, to meet his lips but he stopped. I looked up and him and he looked down at me. Eyes expectant, waiting.

It took a moment for me to understand what he was waiting for, but I got there. I knew what he wanted to hear.

"P-please..." I whispered again. "Pleas-"

He embraced me again. Eyes loooking deep into mine as he locked his mouth with mine. My entire mouth, no my entire body tingled as kissed me. Deeper and deeper, wanting more and more. His tongue teased mine and it almost felt like just that sensation was going to make me cum.

There was no more smoke, no more pretence to this. We were making out no matter how you looked at it, and it felt so good I didn't care in the slightest.

I felt a tension in my hands and realised he was holding it. That he had his fingers wrapped with mine was was holding me tightly. With him on top of me it was like I was sinking deeper and deeper into the bed. Floating down gently and smoothly in a way I'd never experienced before.

He broke off the kiss and again my mouth rose up hopelessly to meet his. We were both panting hard like exhausted puppies, our mouths wet and slick with eachothers drool.

"You know..." He said. Running a finger up and down my chest. "You've still got your underwear on.... that might keep some of the smell, won't it?"

I broke the eye contact to look down. Josh's cock was out, harder than I'd ever seen it and leaking more precum than we had been drool. It dripped over my stomach, rubbed into me by all of Josh's grinding.

"Wouldn't.....wouldn't want that...." I wiped away the spit slipping out of my mouth. Eyes flicking between his and his cock.

"I could take them off for you?" He offered. "If you want me....to."

"I want you." I said back immediately."T-to do that...yeah."

"Just lie back River." He slowly began lowering himself down and I could feel his breath teasing and tingling on my bare chest. "Close your eyes and relax."

I was in deep now. Letting my head fall back it felt like it weight a hundred tonnes. Like I was dropping an anvil, but instead of crashing down, it gently floated in the clouds.

With my eyes closed every sensation I felt was enhanced. I could feel the hold of his hand sharper. Feel his fingers brushing against my skin as the slipped under the band of the last bit of clothing I had on.

Instinctively I raised myself a little to let him pull them down. With only one hand he had to pull them down from the center, my hard cock brushing up against him as it sprung free. He pulled them lower and lower but kept his mouth right up against my throbbing errection. His warm breath against the tip making my entire body shake and burn.

"Hmmmm." He said in an idle tone. "Let me check something."

He got so close to me it was like I could feel the heat radiation off him. One small movement, one twitch and my cock would be slapping his face. Staying like that he took a deep breath and started sniffing me.

Again like a puppy, he sniffed my cock over and over. Taking it the full smell of it. Not stopping until he was satisfied.

"Hmmm hmmmmm." He hummed. "I think your, thick, hard, cock might smell a little like weed..."

"That's....bad...." Getting the words out was a struggle. Like my body didn't care about doing what I wanted it to. It only wanted to feel Josh against me.

"I've got a warm, wet, sloppy...uhh... towel.... I can use to clean it up." He moaned. "But if you want it you have to keep your eyes closed."

Being as high as I was, my body felt like it was rotating and floating in a sea of stars, I had no illusions about what that 'towel' was. But that flimsy cover, the pretense... it made me feel better about all this. Made me feel safer with him.

"Please." I said again. Tightening my grip on his hand. "Do it."

He rested his head at the bottom of my shaft, the head of my cock slapping on his forehead. In a single smooth motion that refracted into a hundred different angles, he ran his tongue all the way up it. Slowly savouring the taste as he rised.

"Don't be scared if this feels good." He told me. Mouth moments away from enveloping my cock. "I'm gonna get a little rough to get the job done, but you just focus on yourself. Okay?"

"Do whatever you need to." I couldn't stop myself from shaking. From my toes curling and my body squirming simply from the anticipation. I wanted him, no, needed him and nothing else right now.

"Good boy." He said.

Then, for a moment. Everything went still. Like the tide comming in before the crashing of the waves, the flash of lightening before the roar of thunder, or the quite calm before the storm and the rain.

And when it rained, Mary mother of God fuck did it pour.