Primum Tuis
Daniel and I had been buddies for about a year before that fateful evening. He's a few years older than I am, standing about six-two and weighing in at a lean two-hundred-and-thirty-pounds. He had a well-tanned body, cropped blond hair and a well-kept goatee on his broad face set with sapphire blue eyes. I'm five-eight, about a-hundred-and-thirty pounds with shoulder length strawberry-blond hair that I wore in a ponytail and emerald green eyes.
We met on a construction site that we were both working on and really hit it off together right away. We started going out together for beers and watching movies together shortly after our first introduction. He was a riot to be with and I really enjoyed his company. It's kinda strange, but we seemed to share everything in common.
"Ya comin' over for movie night tonight?" Daniel asked as he passed by where I was laboring in the maze of tunnels and galleries that made up our worksite.
"You bet!" I grunted as I shot a few more nails into the form that I was working on. "My turn to bring beer, right?" I queried.
"You never forget, do you," he observed with a chuckle. "See you tonight!" and, with that, he was gone once again into the maze.
I raced home after work, grabbed a quick shower, snatched my baggie of pot from its hiding place and scampered out the door. En route to Daniels place, I stopped at the jar store and picked up a case of beer. I arrived at Daniels place, rang the doorbell, and glanced at my watch.
"Five to seven", I thought, "perfect timing".
The door opened to the scents of incense, and the sight of Daniel's powerful frame in a dark blue, silk shirt and jeans filling the doorway. "Hey, ya made it!" he smiled as he joked. "Come on in and let me put that in the fridge", he said taking the case of beer out from under my arm. "The accoutrements are on the coffee table if you want to get that started". I sat down on the expansive couch and began to roll the first of many doobies to be smoked during the course of the evening. Presently, he came out of the kitchen with a collection of beers in his hands.
"Hair of the dog," he joked as he opened his beer and took a large swallow. I opened mine and drained it in one gulp.
"Next," I said blandly chuckling, taking another beer off the table, and popping the top off, as young men are wont to do. I place the beer on the coaster provided and lit the splife I had rolled. As we passed it back and forth and imbibed more beer, I began to get that dreamy, stoned feeling that I knew and loved so well once again. "This is why I shell out good money for this shit," I remarked in my early stoned state.
"You always know where to get the best weed!" said Daniel as he filled his lungs with more of the THC laden vapors and passed the dutchie along.
We finished that blunt and many more beers before we turned our attention to the screen. Daniel had selected the old Arnold Schwarzenegger classic, 'The Terminator' for our entertainment this evening. We smoked, drank beer, and ate snacks while we recited every line from the movie and laughed at the jokes we made at the expense of the characters. We'd seen it about a hundred times, so we were pretty well familiar with it.
By the time the movie was over, I was more than half drunk and pleasantly stoned, completely relaxed within my skin. What happened next jarred me right out of that comfort zone and into a whole new realm.
Daniel reached across my body to the remote control, switched feeds and turned on another movie. The scene filling the screen was that of two young men. One was smaller and sitting down on a comfortable looking bed. The other was well built and standing in front of him with his back to the camera while Mott the Hoople's 'All the Young Dudes' played on the soundtrack. As the camera panned around, it revealed that the seated boy had his eyes closed while the larger man had his fully engorged prong in his mouth! The larger man cradled the boys head in his hands, helping to guide his motions.
"Oh, that's it, Boy," he groaned, "Suck that cock! Yeah, suck it real good and Daddy may give you a treat!"
I was shocked, but the scene was like watching a car accident. I could not peel my eyes away from it, so taken was I with morbid fascination. Daniel sat quietly watching my reaction to the scene now unfolding before my eyes.
I didn't know whether it was the beer, the pot or the scene playing out in front of my eyes, but I began to get mildly aroused. Daniel had been waiting and watching for this. My outward, involuntary reaction prompted him to reach between my legs and begin to fondle my quickly stiffening prick through my jeans. I bristled involuntarily at his touch, but it only turned him on further and accelerated my own hardening process.
"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," he purred in his chocolate smooth voice as he massaged my crotch. "Do you mind me doing this?"
"N-n-no," was the only word I thought to stammer as I tried to relax back down to the couch. He continued to fondle my ever-thickening cock starting a small fire in the pit of my stomach. He began to understand that he had me right there as he watched me sitting there, beginning to jump at his touch.
"Let's go somewhere a little more comfortable, shall we?" he recommended when he was sure of my intent.
"O-kay," I sputtered timidly. As I rose off the couch still in a state of shock, my knees wobbled underneath me. He gently took me by the arm and helped to steady my stance. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked in a warm, smooth voice.
