Another puff, and another, and another

You aren't sure what happened. You remember taking a toke then it get fuzzy. You aren't sure where you are now, but you feel heavy, or full, and you don't taste the weed anymore. There's another taste, a kinda salty one.

"Fuck," Someone grunts out as whatever is in your mouth pulls back and then pushes back in.

"Told you his mouth is good." Another voice says as that full feeling goes away for a moment then comes back. "Fuck wanna switch?"

"Yeah." Whatever is in your mouth pulls out and you feel empty all of a sudden.

The heavy you had been feeling goes away and you lean up. You are looking at a bed head. It has butterflies stuck it it and you laugh, why are butterflies stuck to a bedhead. "Huh?" The word comes out of you but you don't feel like it came from your mouth.

"Open your mouth." A voice says so you do what it says. A taste is returned to your mouth, that saltiness is kinda familiar but you can't place it. Where are you?

"Think he's coming too?" The voice sounds further away than it had been and you feel yourself filled up again. You blink and then notice that the butterflies were gone. In it's place was a kinda brown wall with streaks of black in it.

"Fuck with an ass like this who cares." The fullness you had been feeling sudden empties then fulls again. "Fuck. Can't believe he wasn't using this every day." You feel a dull pain on your butt as the sound of a clap rings out. "Fucking can't believe he thought Mindy would fuck him." The two voices start laughing and you hear another clapping sound about you.

The thing in your mouth leaves for long enough for you try talking again. "Wh-what's goin on?" Again it doesn't feel like it is coming out of your mouth but you did say it.

"Told you he's coming to." Your mouth is filled again but gets emptied quickly only for the fullness to come back. "Got anymore?"

"Nah he smoked it all." The two laugh again. "It's cool, just tell him it was a weed dream or some shit." There is another dull pain and clapping sound. "Fuck, gonna cum."

"Not inside dude!"

"Too late." The fullness was suddenly rammed inside you and the thing in your mouth pushed to the back of your throat. "FUCCKKKK!" You felt weirdly warm for a bit then the fullness pull out and you uncomfortably felt empty.

"Damn dude, I don't wanna finish in your sloppy seconds."

"Then finish in his mouth. He should get used to the taste, not like Charlie isn't gonna pump him full the second they get to college and he can't run away." There is more chuckling and the thing in your mouth pumps back and forth faster and faster.

"Fuck!" The voice is followed by a strong taste in your mouth. Something is shooting out from the thing in your mouth and coating your tongue. It's really salty and slimy but you can't spit it out with the thing blocking the way so you swallow. "Holy shit the faggot's swallowing." There is more laughter then the thing pulls out. "Fuck worth the last of my weed."

"What do we do with him?" There is rustling noises from somewhere but you feel like you are drifting just like you had before you got, where here is.

"Nah, hey go find Mindy, bet she'd love to see this." There is laughter and the sound of a door opening. "Oh hey do you think Daniel's carrying?"

When you wake up your jaw hurts, your butt hurts and you don't know where you are. Standing up you are on the curb by Mindy's house. You look down at your clothes and see some weird white stains on your shirt. You spit tasting something gross in your mouth. You must have smoked too much. Stretching your legs your dick feels wet. You look down and slip and hand under your pants. You came? Maybe the night with Mindy actually worked out, though you hope you didn't cum in your pants and you actually had sex with her. You could knock on the door but you aren't feeling so good and for some reason your ass is really sore. You find your phone and call your dad to ask him to pick you up. When you feel better you'll give Charlie a call and see if he knows what happened.