braindrainstories:I was running low on rent for this month and when my manager offered me extra pay
braindrainstories:I was running low on rent for this month and when my manager offered me extra pay to work thanksgiving I knew I had to take the opportunity. Work was hard, for sure, but at least I had rent. Now all I wanted to do was get home and relax. Of course, I was bummed out that I’d be spending Thanksgiving without my family this year, after all it was supposed to be the time to spend with loved ones and all the other people hallmark tells you to.I opened the door to the apartment and the overwhelming smell of cinnamon and sugar filled my nose for a second I thought Zac, my roommate, had sprayed something in the apartment to make it smell more like the holidays but he had left to see his family like everyone else. So where was this smell coming from? I turned the corner towards my bedroom and noticed a small box with a bow on it on my bed. Under the box was a card“Hey Liam, Thought you’d need something to help you relax and enjoy the holiday a bit more. Don’t finish it all at once! See you this evening.You’re Bro, Zac.” I smiled at the gesture. He was a cool guy, even if he did somehow make the apartment smell like breakfast cereal. I popped open the box and inside was a rolled joint with another note. He knew I didn’t smoke usually but I’d hate for it to go to waste. I pulled a lighter out of my drawer, lit the joint, pulled a deep hit.The smoke was smooth left a tingle in my mouth kind of like cinnamon candy. It was awesome. I went to take another hit but first I needed to get more comfortable. I was tired of wearing my work clothes. It just reminded me about missing the holidays. I’m not usually one to strip in the house but since Zac wasn’t around I didn’t see the harm. I sat on the edge of my bed and took another hit breathing this time a bit deeper. It felt different than the first hit. It was cooler more like peppermint instead of cinnamon. I loved the cooling sensation it left me. I could feel my goosebumps pop up all over my skin. I began to rub my hand through my hair. It felt softer than It usually did but I was probably already feeling the high. “Maybe it’d be better if I laid on the floor just in case” I thought out loud as I lowered myself on the carpet. I realized how much better it was to be on the floor. How right it felt to be half naked with back on the rough carpet. It was like a belonged there. I looked at the joint still burning in my hand.“This stuff is really strong. Maybe Zac’s right I shouldn’t finish it all at once.” but even as I said those words I knew I wanted to take another hit. It felt too good to stop now. I put the joint to my lips and pulled as much smoke as I could without coughing. This time there was no tingle like cinnamon or a cooling like mint. It was just warm. Starting from my toes all the way up my body. I was hard. I could feel myself pulsing in my underwear and I knew I had to take them off. It was almost primal, the urge to get off. I could barely remember getting my underwear off and the rest of the day was a blur. I’d blow a load all over my palm and then take another hit of the joint and be right back at it again. I couldn’t tell you how many times I had cum. All I know is that every time I did, I knew that I was losing some part of myself. Maybe it was my brains, or my inhibitions, or both. But I stopped caring about anything except getting off and getting high. I had finished the last of joint and was fucking my hand with 2 fingers inside me when my roommate came in with leftovers from his family’s house. I wasn’t even ashamed that he was watching me debase myself on the floor. Zac put down the bag of food, smirked devilishly, and started to unbuckle his pants. “I told you not to finish it all at once.” -- source link