A gay 28-year-old hipster stoner is out of pot. He stops his marathon gaming session, so his dealer could bring him more pot. His apartment smells, like pits, feet, sweat, and pot.

Chapter 2: Building Tension

Tomas answers the door letting Tyler in. Tyler is a jock type. Blonde beautiful and always high. "My guy come yet?"

"Not yet." Tyler smiles at Tomas and takes in the scene. Tomas stands there, glassy eyed with greasy hair. Who knows how old these sweatshirts were? There was a layer of filth on them that only accentuated his massive cock. Ty playfully grabbed Tomas's cock and balls through the shorts. "It's always the lanky guys with the massive dongs."

Tyler smelled his hand, "Fuck, dude. Have you ever showered in your life?" Tomas puts Tyler in a headlock, forcing his face into his pit.

'You little prick,' he whispers with a devilish glint in his eye. Chad watches with amusement, feeling stirred by the display of dominance and submission between his friends. 'Alright, fuckers. Let's play a bit. If I don't have weed, I need to distract myself."

Tomas keeps the place hot, so Tyler peels off his hoodie and throws it in the corner. Tyler and Tomas join Chad on the sofa. Tyler looks at Chad's inner thigh, "Is that new ink, bro?"

Chad gives him a lazy smile. "Oh yeah, Ty. My latest tattoo, right here." Chad reaches down, pulling down his loose cotton shorts and he reveals his new tattoo. It goes from his adonis belt down his mid thigh.

Tyler swallows nervously, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of his usually calm buddy now standing tall and proud. The smell of Chad's unwashed balls and foreskin fills the room.

Tyler uses the tattoo as an excuse to grab Chad's cock, claiming he needed to move it out of the way to see the new tattoo. "Fucking sweet. But, dude, you smell almost as bad as Tomas. My dealer isn't going to know what he walked into."

Chad laughed, running his fingers along Tyler's' sweaty skin. "This will definitely make things interesting." He pushed his bush into Tyler's face. And swore he felt Tyler's tongue on his cock. He ignored it and pulled his shorts back on and grabbed a warm stale beer from the floor. "Fuck I'm hungover. Your dude needs to get here quick."

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door.