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Ships ahoy.
Mmm, cookies.
I lean back on my hands, and I feel eyes on me. Turning my gaze, I watch as Holden’s gaze travels down my chest to my waiting dick. His tongue slips out and wets his lips, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob.
“Too bad you’re high as fuck,” he says. “I have some weed lube that feels really fucking good when I take it up the ass.”
His eyes slam into mine, and I feel my skin prickle with heat.
“I’d like that.”
His lips roll between his teeth as he watches me. “I’m sure you would.”
I glance down and see his cock hardening, and I want to reach down and wrap my hand around it. I wanna tug on it, watch him explode like a cannon. I’m a pirate now.
But before I can do just that, someone stands in front of us, their hands on their hips. I try desperately not to look at their crotch. So many crotches just lounging around out here. It’s too much, so I just close my eyes. Just snap those fuckers closed and cup my hand over my junk which is rapidly deflating.
“We’re gonna go for a swim. Wanna come?” the voice says. It’s a nice voice, low and deep.
“You should be in radio,” I tell this person, my eyes still squeezed shut.
The voice laughs, and I smile at the sound.
“Like butter on toast,” I reply as Holden takes a long inhale.
I peek an eye open and watch as he smokes from the coconut bong before passing it to me.
“Hear that, James. Butter and toast.”
I slam my eyes shut and take the coconut from Holden, my mouth gaping and searching for the tube. Holden huffs a laugh and helps me find it a few seconds later, guiding it to my lips.
I manage to take a hit without coughing and then lean back, feeling that floating sensation wash over me once more.
Maybe I should just take a long nap. That sounds nice. A long nap in the clouds. I can just float out through the atmosphere and into outer space. Make my home on Mars. Grow potatoes and eat them with ketchup.
A hand settles on my shoulder and jostles me slightly, and I peel my eyelids open, seeing Holden looking so fucking hot staring down at me. My hand reaches up, and I trace his bottom lip with a sandy finger.
He sputters slightly, wiping at his mouth, and then shakes his head.
“Come on, big guy. Let’s go in the ocean. Help you clear your head.”
“Could swim off and never come back,” I warn, but I still let him pull me up and lead me toward the gently lapping waves on the shore. He could lead me anywhere right now, and I’d go.
“Won’t let you. I’ll hold on tight.”
That just warms my damn heart. I clasp on to his hand tightly as we wade into the warm water, the waves already making me feel like a ship at sea. I could probably set sail and be home by tomorrow morning. Just drift off into the horizon.
When the water is at my belly button, Holden presses up against me, his chest to mine, and I feel my cock swell once more. It’s ready, trained, and conditioned for this very moment. It knows that when it senses him that it’s time for fun.
“Don’t get any ideas,” he says, his hands sliding up my back, his lips on my neck. “Not gonna mess around with you right now, despite how tempting you are.”
“Why not?”
“You’re high.”
“Don’t care,” I groan, feeling like I am going to soar upwards. My hands slide into his hair, anchoring me to Earth as he presses into me agonizingly slow.
His hand slides down, under the water, caressing my ass cheek, and I huff loudly when his fingers skirt my crack. No one has ever touched me there, and I’m not sure if I like it because I’m an ass man now or because I smoked and every sensation seems heightened.
