The Boyfriend

Matt is such a sexy guy. Handsome and sexy. I love kissing him and sliding my hand down his pants. That flat stomach of his is a slide down which to slide my warm hands. 

He stretches, and arches his back giving me better access. He groans contentedly as a wrap my hand around him.

“How was your day?” he asks.

“Yeah, good,” I say. “How was yours?”

He spreads his legs a little more. “Oh, better now,” he says.

“We should have a joint,” I say.

“Sure,” Matt says. “I’ll roll, you keep doing that.”

I reached for the mullbox on the coffee table with my free hand, we both lean sideways to facilitate the move. I pull it towards me across the polish surface of the coffee table. We both straighten up. I rub Matt’s knob with my thumb, it is suddenly sticky and wet. I lift the top of the mullbox off. I grab the mulli and the wooden dish into which I will grind the mix. 

I hold up the cigarette packet, Matt takes a cigarette from the box. He is like a prong in my hand. 

I wouldn’t say that Matt’s cock is my favourite part of him. I love his eyes and his smile and his laugh.

I lick the cigarette and deftly crumble it into the bowl with one hand. Matt holds the mulli, I work the handle and the ground mix falls into the bowl.

I love Matt’s mind and the way he thinks. I love his sense of humour. 

I have pre-cut roaches I hand one to Matt, he rolls it into a cylinder as I rub my hand up and down his hard cock.

I love how kind Matt is to people, he is much kinder to people than me.

I open the machine with one hand, Matt puts the roach in the place it should go. I tip the mix in. I pat it down with my fingers.

Matt is starting to breath heavier, I like that too.

I manage to rip a paper from the packet with my free hand. I hold it up to Matt’s wet tongue to lick, and he does.

Mr Perfect Cock. Straight and thick and long.

I sit the paper in the machine, Matt closes it with both hands. A perfect cylindrical joint pops out. "Do you want first puff?"

Matt tries to answer but it is like he is losing the ability to speak.

“Okay. I’ll go first.” I put the joint in my mouth. My hand is working him now with a tight grip. I pick up the lighter from the coffee table.

Matt looks at me, his eyes close up, he throws his head back against the back of the couch and he cums in my hand.

"Good boy," I say. I light the joint and take a big drag.

Matt shakes.

I blow a cloud of smoke into the room.

Matt puts his hand on top of my hand, as my hand goes back to working his knob. He groans, and looks at me still a little cross-eyed.

I laugh. "Look at you," I say.

He snots and coughs and laughs as well. 

He looks at me with heavy eyelids.

I take another drag on the joint. I offer it to him.

His unsteady hand appears and takes the joint from me.

His dick is now soft and wet and sticky in my hand still down his pants.

He drags on the joint. He exhales a cloud of smoke.

I lay my head back against the couch next to his.

He rolls his head sideways and looks at me. “I made a mess in my pants.”

“You sure did, babe,” I say.

I slide my head closer to his and we kiss gently.

I slide my hand out of Matt’s pants as I hand him the joint. I lick his cum off my fingers. To tell you the truth, I hate the taste of cum, its disgusting stuff, but, it was early in our relationship and they are the things you do.

Matt drags on the joint, watching me lick his cum from my fingers.