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The Dude had a guest that afternoon. A really peculiar guy, the Dude was sure it was a guy, even though he proudly wore a skirt.
"...Bet his balls are fresher than this hell", the Dude muttered, while he hit the air conditioner. It broke again, so it was scorching hot inside the trailer.
«Dude, you won't fix it by treating it like your father used to treat you», the guy commented. He was sitting on the sofa as he would in his own home, man-spreading like he owned the place, arms on the backrest.
«I'm gonna treat you like my father used to treat me», he murmured, though he had the intention of giving up anyway.
«What?»
«Nothing,» he said, as he dropped onto the sofa, while the guy didn't even bother to make enough space for him.
«Anyway, look.» The guy took out a pipe from his bag, which was then dropped on the floor. A "health" pipe.
«Wanna split it?» The guy smiled.
«Split it? Why, you can't even finish one on your own?» The Dude took a lighter from his pocket.
One thing about the skirt guy was he found the Dude so hot, especially when he had that annoyed face. The guy followed the Dude's hand with his eyes. He looked like an expert while he was heating up the pipe. Who knows how much crack had he smoked to do it so automatically?
The Dude inhaled, and after a few seconds he exhaled a cloud of smoke; then, he passed the pipe to the guy, who didn't really know what to do with it. He never smoked crack, he only brought that pipe to get closer to the Dude and maybe...
No. He had to prove that he was tough, just like the Dude. He kept the pipe firmly with one hand, while he switched on the lighter with the other. As he brought the lighter closer to the pipe, the Dude laughed.
«Pfft, you're gonna ruin the pipe like this.»
The guy felt embarrassed, but quickly thanked his inexperience, because the Dude got closer and held both the pipe and the lighter for him. He inelegantly placed the pipe between the guy's lips.
«Inhale», he commanded.
He followed the order like a champ.
In a five second span, everything happened.
The guy felt a nasty burnt aftertaste in his mouth as his brain imploded like a supernova. His hearing went out for a few seconds, or maybe a few minutes the only thing he could hear was a whistle and a warm, low voice, telling him: «You go girl», followed by a distant, contagious laughter, that comforted him while his vision distorted and his body became hotter than that summer.
He could do everything in that moment. There was no one else, just him... and the Dude.
He felt like a predator as he jumped on the Dude, biting his lips even too hard, feeling his blood on his tongue. The Dude didn't even try to push him away, or to restrain him. Instead, he went in deep with the kiss and quickly took the lead, slamming the guy against the pillows of the sofa, getting on top of him, caressing his thighs and slowly reaching under his skirt.
The guy didn't really like his own submissiveness. He felt invincible just a few seconds earlier. His heart was now beating so fast. Was it because of the crack? Or was it because the dude he's been crushing on since forever was finally about to fuck him? Who knows.
The guy's vision was a little blurred on the sides, he could only focus on what was in front of him: the Dude, curiously, lifting his skirt. He tilted his head on the side to see better what was hiding underneath it, smiling.
«I can't believe that just one puff reduced you to this», he laughed.
«Like wha-at?» the guy floundered.
«This», the Dude gingerly stroked the guy's length. As soon as the Dude's hand caressed him, the guy's stomach hardened. It felt good, just as good as when your crush touches you, but his dick felt so fragile in that moment.
When did the Dude take off the guy's underwear, anyway?
«It- hurtsssssss... But just a little...» The guy was babbling, the Dude didn't even look at him. He just started to stroke him harder.
The guy crouched, grabbing the Dude's arm, planting his nails into it, trying to hold onto something. His moans were mixed up with the groans of pain.
He tried to focus on the Dude's touch, but it only became more frustrating. He couldn't have reached an orgasm even if he prayed to God. His stomach was hurting because of how hard he was trying. He was out of breath because he had tried to limit his breathing to come faster. But it was all useless, now he felt like a wreck with a rock-hard dick soaking in precum.
«Fuck!» He cried.
The Dude laughed.
«The fuck are you laughing about?» The guy shouted, but he immediately regretted it.
The Dude didn't seem angry, though. «It happened to me too, once.» His smile was warm. It was the first time the guy had seen the Dude smiling so sincerely.
The guy felt sorry for screaming just earlier, and he couldn't even hide his emotions. They were clearly showing on his face, he was fighting not to cry, and the Dude snorted, then lay down between the guy's legs hugging him.
«I was a little scared as well», the Dude added to soothe him. «My dick was so hard that I thought it would remain stuck like that, hehehe».
The guy felt safe in the Dude's arms. With him, actually, he had never felt wrong or in danger. With the Dude, everything was perf-
«WHAT are you doing??» the guy shouted, as the Dude was handling their lower parts. He had pulled down his pants and was now jerking their cocks together.
«I got hard, sorry.» The Dude cut it short.
The guy wanted to push the Dude off him, but he was just too hot. Even if his dick hurt, seeing the Dude all sweaty squeezing their cocks together and basically jerking off on top of him made him hold out for a little longer. The Dude's dick was rubbing against the guy's so naturally, as if they had been created just for that. He could feel all his hard veins caressing the most sensitive parts of his cock. Their lower area had become so hot that it felt like steam was coming out of there.
«You're so wet...» the Dude commented.
The Dude soon had to use both hands, his forehead resting on the guy's shoulder, breathing hard. One hand squeezed their bases, while the other teased their tips, spreading all of their precum.
The guy didn't feel close at all, but the Dude, with some last strokes and a muffled moan, released it all on the guy's cock, staining his skirt too.
He was still catching his breath while he decided to use his own semen to stroke his friend better and faster. The guy started writhing, covering his mouth, taking deep breaths and then stopping for a few seconds, and finally, finally, he came into the Dude's calloused hands.
While the guy was recovering, the Dude had walked away and was now sitting normally on the couch, putting the guy's legs stretched out on his lap.
The guy was still a little hard, but he didn't care so much. He couldn't really move because his crotch and stomach hurt like hell and his head was spinning. The Dude buttoned up his trousers, then reached for the health pipe and carelessly smoked in front of the guy, who didn't take it so well. Was he already going through withdrawal?
«W-wait!» The guy tried to reach for him. «I want more!»
«More crack or more of my cock?»
In the end, the guy decided to never try crack again. Good, more for the Dude.