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Introduction:

This is the continuation of Ch 1. If you have not read chapter one please do, if you don’t, you will be lost in this chapter.
I stormed off to my bedroom after stopping on the porch to steal the pack of Brad’s Newport’s. Once I got in my room I locked the door and lit a cigarette, after about 10 minuets to myself I heard a knock on my bedroom window, it was Brad. I went over to the window and opened it; Brad popped out the screen and came in. I looked at him and said “what are you doing?”, he looked at me and said “I am here to see what the matter is!”. Brad and I sat on my bed and I explained to him what Michael told me. He looked at me and said “that does not sound like Michael at all, are you sure he is not just drunk and telling you a bunch of bullshit?”. I then said “why would he just come out and say something like that if he knew that it would just piss me the fuck off?”. Brad then started to tell me about the time him and Michael went to a rave way before Michael and I started dating. Brad said that Michael was so fucked up on acid that he started believing that he was being fucked and sucked by his (then) girlfriend and she was not even there. Brad told me to hang out in the room until he could find out what was going on.

Brad looked throughout the apartment to find Michael and finally found him curled up in a corner in the back bedroom. Brad helped Michael up off the floor and put him in the bed. He tried to get the story out of him to see what was wrong. Brad could tell that Michael was fucked up on acid or something like that. Michael told Brad the same thing that he told me, his ex-girlfriend and her friend practically raped him. Brad did not believe a word that was coming out of his mouth. Brad got up and walked out of the room and let his friend just lay in bed to come down off whatever it was that he was on. Brad went over the stereo and shut off the loud playing music and asked everyone to leave because the hosts were out of commission and unable to tell everyone good-bye. With that said, the guest one by one left the party.

This whole time I was still in my room trying to think why Michael would say the shit that he said. I did not realize it but I smoked about 17 cigarettes in a thirty-minuet time span. My room was full of smoke and I knew that tomorrow my room would stink of cigarette smoke, but I did not care at this time. I heard the front door shut and about two minuets later someone was knocking on my bedroom door. I got up to unlock it and Brad entered my room. By this time Brad just had his orange and blue board shorts on his shirt was in the bathroom soaking due to beer being spilled all over it. I shut and locked the door behind him and told him to lay down in bed with me. He did not know it at the time but I was about to thank him for all the help he has been to me tonight. He asked me “now that you have me in your room with the door locked what are you going to do with me?”. I told him to light a cigarette and he would find out. He did not think I was serious, so I just showed him how serious I was. I took a Newport out of the pack and lit it. I took a drag and handed the cigarette to Brad, he took a drag and it was on!! I helped him out of his shorts; I got on my knees in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed. I took his soft cock in my mouth as he smoked his cigarette. I knew this night was just getting started for us. Brad’s cock began to grow to its full 9” in my mouth. I sucked and licked his shaft and the head of his cock; I could taste his pre cum on my tongue. He looked down at me and handed me the cigarette, I took a long drag and exhaled the smoke all over his cock, and I told him that this is what having a smoking fetish is. I continued to suck Brad’s hard cock for a good 15min. I was all over his cock and ball sack, the best part is, is he smooth, on hair to worry about. I was loving it, he was loving it. I could feel his cock tense up as he unloaded his cum in the back of my throat. It tasted better that Michael’s did, or at least I thought that at the time. I was not done with Brad; I needed cock in my sweet, wet pussy. I was not liking the idea about Michael being just down the hall from us. I am a loud fucker and I could tell I was going to do some screaming with Brad’s cock in me. I asked Brad if we could use his car, he said with a laugh “well I need to go to the store anyway for more smokes, you took my new pack and smoked them all”. I told him “well you helped!”.

This story is to be continued in Chapter 3
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2005-05-15 06:57:11
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