I was 22, he was 21.
We'd met at a party. Shared a beer and a chat. Found a shared interest in ecstacy, and before long, after agreeing the party needed it, we'd both dropped a pill to liven things up. For ourselves, as it turned out.
He suggested.we go back to his place. I looked around, everyone else zoned out whilst we were on fire, and nodded grinning.
Back at his place, we dropped another pill as we listened to music and chatted shit to each other, alternately talking, listening intently, and nodding agreement with each other.
His lips met mine, and for a moment I was passive, processing. Then I kissed him back. Forceful now, holding his head as our lips locked, tongues meeting gently.
I felt his hand open my pants, pulling my cock free. So hard. Keen to return the favour, I felt my way to his bulge, and swiftly found my way into his pants. Wrapping my hand around his cock, he was so thick my fingertips only just touched.
We continued jerking each other off for some time, kissing, or gasping with pleasure as the other teased us in close to the edge.
I felt an urge to take him in my mouth. I'd never tried cock before, but now it was all I could think off. The feel, taste, sensation of a rigid, pulsing cock heltnin my hands, bursting into mouth, maybe even pushing forcefully against my tight arse.
Soon I was taking the tip of his cock in my mouth, my hands working his shaft as my tongue flicked around his head. I looked up, his eyes were closed as he bit his lower lip, smiling.
Speeding up with both tongue and hands, I felt him began to go tense. Then he came. Bursting into my mouth, all over my fingers, down my chin. Warm, and salty. I swallowed quickly, still holding his cock as he shuddered. I pulled him free of my to look at his cock. His nearly black skin shiny with dripping cum.
I leaned forward, taking him back into my mouth to suck the last drips off. Wanting to keep him there, let him go soft and then wake him back up for round two.