looked at each other. Something other than redness in the eyes told of the need for sleep and fucking. When the second penis in the room shuffled over and was lurched out at him, it proved to be a minor irritation. "What the fuck are you doing" Silvio groveled with stark emotion.

"Taking a piss just like you." The two streams collided, chaffing the rim of the toilet and the floor. It felt too intimate as though they were lovers. His head felt light and he tilted forward then back as if he couldn't handle his own drug. The air was already a thick cloud of smoke that swirled around between them. It moved from one lung only to be shared by the other. It felt good to exhale. The two stood pissing like boys in a game of who's got the biggest cock. They were like twin uncooked sausages, curved and semi hard. The only way to know for certain who'd take the prize was to crank the game up a notch. Who's afraid of the big bad wolf or urinating with a hard dick?

The sound of the dual streams hitting the water filled the room. Silvio's shorts hung vulnerably lose around him threatening to fall to the floor. The tilted waistline revealed the cusp of his hips, balls intentionally flung heavy over the soft elastic for the world. His sack looked as though it might have held a couple of ripe plums or a large fuzzy peach.

"Good shit huh,” Silvio grinned.

He was debating if he should encourage a 'reach out and cup.' It was probably going to happen and when it did which would win the night, anger or surprise? He wondered himself if the 'good shit' he was talking about was the weed or his own nut sack. It didn't matter, with a quick tug on the elastic the waistband was pulled outward then over his dick just as Christoff had gotten completely hard. Silvio pretended not to see even though his heart wanted to leap from his chest. He was nervous, excited and filled with fear all at once. Maybe that proved what he'd already known, that it wasn't natural. He'd never had that kind of fear with a woman, sure there may have been a bit of anxiety but never the kind of fear he seemed to have been suffering then. It was different. He wasn't getting paid this time.


The light on the charger turned from red to green. Everything was funny. Silvio joked about having to go to confession because of his transgressions. "We haven't done anything. Yet" Christoff added. The room suffered the soundlessness of their breathing for a moment, then fits of snorted hysteria.

"You know you can stroke your cock if you want to. It's cool with me" Silvio said to his own surprise and allowed his gaze to get lost in the tell tale signs of excitement still bulging in Christoff's pants. He needed desperately not to be the one to make the first move but didn't know how not to. He wanted to be played with, make himself hard so he could bend over the sandy haired Black Frenchman to reveal the soft round circle between the ass checks that he wanted to fuck.

Silvio faltered and slowly shifted on one foot. Nervously he dropped his shorts as Christoff positioned himself on one knee by the edge of the bed. The feel of another man's mouth on his cock awoke