Day 5
5. | Shotgunning
Handjobs while high, how much more could ya ask for?
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“Tony, I just don’t know how to.”
“Pete, you just put it between your lips and suck in, then you inhale.”
The younger boy groaned, pressing the meticulously rolled joint between his lips once again before breaking out into a coughing fit.
“Maybe it’s just not something I can do.” Pete sounded disappointed in himself, passing the joint back to an already heavy-eyed Tony.
“Baby, it’s something everyone can do, come closer.”
Per Tony’s request, Pete moved closer to the older man before being yanked down onto his lap. The boy erupted into giggles, wrapping his arms around the back of Tony’s neck.
“M’gonna try something, okay Pete?”
“Okay.”
Tony pressed the joint to his own lips, pulling the smoke into his mouth before gripping the back of Peter’s neck and pushing the boy’s lips onto his own. He parts Peter’s lips with his tongue before letting the smoke roll into the younger boy’s mouth with a moan. Peter gasped at Tony’s movements, inherently inhaling the smoke before pulling away from Tony and letting the drug escape his lungs.
“Do that again.” Peter muttered into Tony’s lips, feeling his dick stir at their current position.
Tony repeated his actions, this time with a stronger pull of the smoke, wanting to get the boyas hazy eyed as possible. Pete, still fully aware of his situation, starts rutting down onto Tony’s lap, earning a groan from the older man. By the time they finish the joint, Tony is lazily stroking Peter’s cock which is barely poking out of his jeans and swallowing the boy’s moans into his mouth.
“Was hoping you’d be one to get horny.” Tony moans out when the boy reaches to unbutton his lover’s slacks, pulling his cock out and slipping his own weeping cock over the head.
“S’ so much bigger than mine.” Peter breathes out in awe, watching their cocks bump together in a slippery disarray.
Peter moans out when Tony wraps a large hand around both of their cocks and jerking them off into one grip. “Fuck, Tony.”
Tony feels a familiar heat in his gut when Peter’s breaths start getting sharper and his whimpers start getting higher.
“My baby gonna cum for me?”
“Fuck, Tones, m’so close.”
Tony tightens his grip and starts jerking them off faster, admiring how the tip of Peter’s cock barely reaches the beginning of his head and how the smaller of the two oozes with precum. Tony’s face is still pointed to where their cocks meet when Peter cums, spurting up onto Tony’s cock, with one strand reaching his chin. Tony glances up at his pink cheeked boy who is now spewing apologies and trying to wipe the cum from Tony’s chin when he captures the younger boy’s mouth in a biting kiss and let’s his own orgasm wash over him.
The two lay together in their patio chair, breathless until the highs of their orgasms wear off.
“M’ hungry, and sleepy.” Peter whispered into Tony’s neck, who chuckled and scooped his boy up to carry them inside and get him ready for bed.