Page 121 of Silent Damage

He pumps more lube onto his hand, slicks his cock, then presses the head against me. “Ready?” he asks.

“Wait!”

We both turn to see some random guy with a beard scurry over. “Let me watch, and I’ll give him these.”

He holds up a bottle.

“What is that?” Jason asks.

“Poppers,” the man says. “His asshole will open up like a Christmas present.”

I look at Jason, who has a brow raised. “Um…is it like hard drugs?” he asks.

The guy chuckles. “You two are cute. This is nothing—a fifteen-second buzz, tops.”

Jason and I look at each other.

I mean…I’m already on a sling. When in Rome, right?

I reach for the bottle. “Just breathe in through your nose,” the guy instructs.

I do and…

Oh wow.

My head spins as my body temperature rises.

And my ass?

So tingly and open…

I look at Jason. “Holy shit. These are so necessary,” I declare while holding up the bottle.

“Let me try,” Jason says, but the guy stops him.

“Get inside him first, then take a hit. It’s better that way.”

The rush from the poppers is still hitting, and I grab Jason’s hips and pull him toward me. “Cock. I need your cock now.”

The man beside us takes a hit from the poppers and encourages us to fuck.

Jason slides his cock in my ass, which really does feel way more open, and the guy lets me take another hit.

“Fuuuuck,” I moan as Jason slides deeper inside of me.

“That’s it, boy. Fuck his ass, you son of a bitch.”

Jason gives the guy a weird look before shaking his head and focusing on me. He pushes deeper inside of me.

His dick slides all the way in, and I grab my knees and pull them to my chest.

“That’s it, boy. Open that ass up for him,” the dude blurts out.

Jason looks…unhappy. “You need to chill,” he says to the guy, who stares at him with wide eyes.

“Jason,” I say while holding out the uncapped bottle to him.

He takes a big hit, closing one nostril before switching to the other. “Holy Mother of God,” Jason shouts. “Fuck, this feels good.”