Lend a helping hand.

It's soooo big...and you are soooo horny...and soooo high...and something about owing some money or whatever. All that really matter is getting some release...and somehow deep down through the fog you know that means helping Dirk get off first. You let a long strand of drool fall onto your open palm.

"Mmmm. You've got softer hands than most girls that have given me an hj." You smile widely at the compliment, not picking up on the subtext as you slowly stroke your dealer's dick. It's such a strange, yet giddy sensation. You can feel it throb in your hands and it should feel gross knowing that's some dude's slimy dick pulsing in your palm, but it's strangely exciting. When you whip your wrist to give his cock head a little corkscrew caress, you can hear Dirk moan and see a drop of precum form and it makes you oddly proud.

"This is a pretty cool dick." You blush as you realize you must have just said that out loud as Dirk erupts in laughter. But you're so high, you end up laughing along with him, forgetting to be embarrassed. Besides...it IS a pretty cool dick. Long and thick and curved and so veiny...you don't even notice that you've been leaning closer to it until it brushes up against your face.

"Fuck yeah...get a good look at it...give it a whiff...Hell, give it a little taste if you want. We're all just dudes here, right?" He can't be serious? He doesn't really want you to taste his cock? And you don't want to...do you?

It does smell enticing enough, a little pungent, but also tinged with the smoke all you've been blazing. It reminds you how good he made you feel by hooking you up...you wonder if maybe you should make him feel good too...wonder if it tastes as good as it smells. You lie on your stomach and stretch out on the couch to relax while you decide, enjoying the frustrating friction of your dick crushed against the cushions. You're rubbing Dirk's dick all over your face as you try to make up your mind, hardly noticing how gay it must look and too zoned out to care.

You give the smooth underside of his cock a tiny taste, just to satisfy you're curiosity. You give a more lingering lick to his spongy mushroom head, trying to place the texture. You run your tongue all the way down his shaft and slobber back up it with your soft, sucking lips, just to get the complete package. By the time you wrap your glossy lips around his cockhead and start slathering your tongue around it, you're pretty sure you like the taste of it...but you keep going just to make sure.

"Damn that feels good. You're definitely better than this than most girls...it's like you're starving for it!" You guess you are...you don't know why. You aren't gay...well you weren't when you woke up anyway. Something about being so relaxed, so loose, and so horny makes this feel so natural. But at the same time a part of your brain is all, weird, I've got a dick in my mouth. Strangely, the combination of being pliable and the forbidden nature of it makes it feel playful and kinky and you just go with it.

You are bobbing deeper and deeper, gagging and glugging and giving Dirk a sultry stare that screams sex. He reaches across the couch and starts groping your thick ass and you moan around his shaft. You feel so out of control, so slutty. You're actually grinding your ass against his hand as you deep throat his cock. You feel his hand slide under your tights and you stretch your tongue out to slather his sack with spit while almost blacking out on his cock.

"Damn so NNH tight...my pretty little UNF cocksucker!" Hearing him call you a cocksucker hits some taboo switch in you. After all, you were balls deep and bobbing on his cock...but before you were just "helping him out" or "tasting it"...now he gave it a name. Now it was official. You realize too late that you can never take this back. You will always have sucked his cock.

You begin to worry what that will mean for your "friendship" when he fills your mouth with a copious load of cum. You feel your own cock explode in your pants and feel a wave of blustery, blushing bliss wash over you. You forget your worries and don't think twice about gulping down his load. You find the taste instantly addictive, your brain rewiring to associate the taste of cum with a heavy weed buzz and the euphoric feeling of your own orgasm. You lick your lips and hunt down every last drop.

"Like that taste, huh? Well there's more where that came from if you ever want to hit it again. Maybe I'll stop by tomorrow and you can smoke my joint before you smoke my joint." Dirk puts his cock away and you barely suppress your whimper.

He's getting ready leave and you are tempted to beg him to stay. You don't know what has come over you...you should let him leave and hope he never tells anyone what you did. You sure shouldn't let this become a regular thing. But you are still so boned...you've never been this horny right after cumming and you just want to keep feeling good and worry about the consequences later.