6 comments/ 731894 views/ 33 favorites 420 By: hdm303lj Before you EVEN close this, I have one thing to say. This is not about smoking pot. This is about something a tad more personal. No matter how much I try, I can only last seven minutes. So why the title? Do the math: seven minutes, each with sixty seconds. 420. At first I thought I was normal. I mean... seven minutes of sex is nothing to sneeze at. It wasn't like I shot off the instant I got hard. I got the idea to time myself from listening to my friends talk about how long they banged this chic or that broad. Seven minutes and I was proud of every second. At first. For those of you in the medical profession, I know you're wondering if that was only on the first blast of cum. No such luck; no matter how many times I jacked off, got blown, or fucked someone in whichever hole they liked, I lasted exactly seven minutes. No more; no less. I've tried everything to increase the time. This includes hypnosis. Nothing helps. Now I will say this; seven minutes is a long time to wait for an orgasm. Especially when you want a quickie. When the only thing you want to do is get in, get yours and get out, seven minutes is an eternity. Other than that, there's nothing good about seven minutes of hot sex, other than the sex itself. I try to make those seven minutes the best any woman can get from a guy. From what I've been told, I do a good job on that front. Let me tell you about the first woman to know about my situation. Hold on to your hats, people. This one will be a ride you won't forget. * * * * I was fifteen when it happened. My father had gotten shot while at work. Seems he was fucking his secretary and her husband, an alcoholic, found out. One blast from a sawed-off shotgun later and I was without a father figure. Just as well; from what my mother said he was always cheating on her. Three years later, I had just come home from school on a Friday and was looking forward to spending the night downloading some porn and mp3's. I walked into an empty kitchen, slinging my bookbag down into what I call my Ready Room. The small closet served to hold our cleaning supplies and my schoolbooks. Also made a good hiding place for my mom's stash of weed. I never said a word, as usual. I made my way up the stairs and was heading for my bedroom when I heard the familiar gasp of sexual release from my mother's room. I smiled; Shelby was over again. Since the incident, my mother, Lily, had found comfort, and sexual release, in the arms and cunt of her best friend Shelby Hill. As I quietly opened my door, I heard my mother's voice. "Joey? Joey? Is that you, hon?" "Yeah." "Come here for a moment." I froze. If what I suspected was true, my mother and her lover would be nude. I Was going to see a woman... TWO women... totally nude and in living color. For a second, I wondered if I should go. One of the women WAS my mother. But a teenager's dick, once awakened, does all of the thinking. And none of it makes any sense to a logical mind. "Just a moment, mom. I want to check my email." "Hurry up dear. It's important." Thanking God for ethernet, I logged on and began downloading from my favorite newsgroup. Normally very selective, I just selected the most files I could and quickly headed out of my room. I knocked softly on my mother's door, noticing that it was slightly open. "Come in, Hon." She sounded funny. Like she had not cum yet. I knew the sound well because Shelby and she had been interrupted several times by the phone ringing. I walked in and laid eyes on a sight I will never forget. My mother was on her bed, alone, and her legs were spread wide open. She had a thick silver vibrator ramming into her bald cunt. Talk about a sight to remember!! "Uh... what is it, mom?" My eyes refused to leave the sight of her spread cunt... and the small ring in her clit. "I just wanted to know how my only son was doing. And ask him a few questions about his sex life." "MOM!" "I know about you and Miko. I know she teased my poor boy all night long and left him with blue balls. Come on. Sit down next to me and talk about it." I sat next to her, swallowing hard. There was nothing really to tell. Miko, head cheerleader and known cocktease, had asked me out on a date. I knew what she was going to do, but I thought like most of her other victims, that I was the one who was going to get inside those pants. I wasn't; she spent the entire night doing everything possible to make me shoot my load in my pants. Too bad she didn't know about my problem. See... I need seven minutes of actual contact. Ten seconds of teasing here or there simply wouldn't do it. So I guess I actually won. Didn't feel that way to me then. While I told my mom about Miko, she was sliding that vibrator in and out of her cunt. She was dripping wet; I could see her juices literally squish out of her cunt. The sound was more erotic than any of the porn movies in my growing collection. "My poor baby. Did it hurt?" "Yeah. I played with myself as soon as I got home." "I know. I heard you. Take it out, Joey." That's when I tore my gaze away from her cunt and locked eyes with my mother. She was staring at me with nothing short of pure lust. She saw my hesitation, and her gaze quickly took on that "Don't give me shit" look. So I rose and began to drop my pants. My dick was harder than it had ever been. I was about to show my dick to a woman... MY OWN MOTHER!! I dropped my pants and underwear and let my dick hang. It was seven inches long, and close to two inches thick. A real monster by teenager standards. Or so I was lead to believe. "My God," she whispered. Her eyes fixed on my throbbing member and never moved. She licked her lips, and it jumped again. My mind raced. Would she? That's when I blurted out my problem. "Mom. I can't last more than seven minutes. I've tried everything, but only manage seven minutes. Is something wrong with me?" I held my breath as I waited for her to speak. "Seven minutes? Well... Let's see." With that. She crawled over to me, lying prone on her bed, and inhaled my dick. All seven inches. If I didn't know about my special problem, I would have known I would shoot off that instant. She started sucking me off like a woman possessed. I guess she was possessed... by lust. Up and down the length of my dick her head went. I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me. It was the most wonderful thing I'd ever experienced. Still is. When I felt myself about to blow, I tried to pull away. She wouldn't have it; she slid one hand around my ass... and slid a finger up my asshole. Holy burning dog shit on an upside down cross that felt good!! But it didn't set me off early. I had been mentally keeping time and knew I had a full fifteen seconds to go. Right on schedule I lost it. Moaning and groaning as blast after blast of cum shot down my mother's throat. I should have felt ashamed for letting my mother seduce and blow me, but I was too spent. I'd just been blown... by my mother!!! To hell with taboo; that felt awesome! My mother cleaned me off with her mouth, gently sucking my cock as it shrank. "Seven minutes exactly. Are you finished for the night?" She sounded disappointed. But her question kicked something in my head. See... I'd never jacked off right after having shot my load. I always waited an hour or so. So I had no idea how long it took me to recover. I'd also never had a blowjob before. So I was in uncharted territory here. "No, but I don't know how long it will take me to recover. Mom... that was..." "Our little secret. And Shelby's if you'll let me tell her." "Only if I can share her," I said with a chuckle. "Deal." My mind shut down. Was she serious? Shelby was a stunning black woman with HUGE tits! If my mother were willing to share her lover with her son... would she share me with her? So many thoughts. I nodded quickly. Then my mother rolled over and turned around, sliding over the satin sheets of her bed. "Eat me. When you're up, fuck me. We'll see how long it takes." She was serious! I'd had sex before, sans a blowjob, so I knew what could happen. "But you might get pregnant." "Not unless Doctor Madison fucked up when he tied my tubes. Now get to work, young man." I dropped down to my knees and plastered my face between her legs. The only woman I'd ever eaten out was my best friend Monica. She was interested in learning about sex, but she wanted her first to be someone she trusted. Not loved; she knew that would probably be too high to reach for. So she chose me. It was a night of discovery for both of us. She has a low boiling point. She came easily and often. All I had to do was concentrate on not hurting her and my own pleasure. Monica was the first cunt I'd ever seen up close. It was just beginning to show signs of a bush, and smelled freshly washed. My mother thrashed on the bed, obviously enjoying my tongue-lashing. I split my attention between sucking her gushing cunt and my dick. Nothing yet. Mom soared from one orgasm to the next, even commanding me to tongue her asshole. It bothered me... for all of three seconds. Once I did it, I vowed to try it on Monica the first chance I got. Which would be the next day. My mind, trained to respond to a seven-minute episode, kicked over. I checked my dick; it was hard. Seven down and seven up. I chuckled, yanking yet another orgasm from my mom. "Oh GOD! Joey! You're killing me! Don't stop!" "But mom... you said..." Apparently she remembered. She grabbed my head and Pulled me on top of her sweat-drenched body. I felt my dick twitch. She wrapped her hands around my dick, now fully hard, and guided me into her soaked sex. Christ of a three-legged crutch she was tight! I wondered about that, but chalked it up to her lesbian lover using fingers and small, relatively speaking, dildos. I started off slowly, easing my dick in and out of her clutching chasm. She must have like it. She wrapped her legs around my back and matched my rhythm. My mind was fogged over. I was fucking my own mother. I still couldn't believe it, but my dick damn sure did. She shook as another orgasm tore her apart. I figure she was done for the day. I was dead wrong. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the cordless phone. My heart skipped. Was she going to call Shelby? "Shelby? It's Lily. You've got..." She looked at me and I mouthed 'five.' "less than five minutes to get over here." She disconnected, and asked me to pull out. "But..." "And press pause. I want to see if you last seven minutes total or just in one stretch." She got off the bed and staggered to her personal bathroom. I sat still and focused one staying hard. Not that I had a tough time doing that. A little while later, she came out of her bathroom, a royal blue robe wrapped around her beautiful body. As if on cue, the doorbell rang. I remained in the bedroom while she went to let Shelby in. My first interracial experience. My first incestuous experience. What next: anal sex? My dick jumped at that thought, and I agreed. It WAS something to think about, and a good thought at that. Shelby walked into the room, throwing her tee shirt and bra into a corner. She looked like some African princess, complete with a bald bush. I only now that because she let the short black skirt fall to the floor before making her way over to me. "Your mother tells me you have a problem. I hope I can help." Her hand felt like velvet as it wrapped around my dick and began stroking it. "Lily? May I?" "Go ahead. I'll go and fix us something to eat and drink. Joey?" I grunted. I Heard her chuckle, then silence. "You've fucked her well, young man. Now let's see how you handle a thirty-three year old asshole." My eyes snapped open. Ask and ye shall receive! I mentally checked the time: three minutes and thirteen seconds until showtime. She'd let go of my dick, so the clock paused. Crawling onto the bed, Shelby reached into a drawer of the nightstand and produced a half-empty tube of Anal Lube. Guess they did this QUITE often. She handed me the tube. I wondered if this would count, so I decided to squeeze a huge dollop onto her asshole. The brown orifice looked well used, but not sloppy. I didn't touch her, however. I didn't want to set the clock going again. I crawled up behind her... and grabbed my cock. The clock started again. I slid into her asshole, but it was not easy. It took twenty seconds, and she was moaning like a dying man pleased to die. Once fully embedded, I began a slow in and out motion. Ten seconds later, spurred on by her rising voice, I was fucking her like a madman. My body felt more alive than it ever had did. I was banging my mother's lover and... I turned around and saw my mother fingering her slit slowly. A small silver tray sat on her dresser. That's when I noticed her hooka. I knew my mom smoked pot. She always had a stash somewhere around the house. I never suspected she would actually offer me some. She didn't but still the implication was there. Later on she told me that I wasn't to smoke until I turned sixteen. Three months to wait. Easy as cake for a teenager who knew he was going to be getting more sex than most full-grown men are. What better substitute for a joint that a pair of ripe and willing tits to suck on!! Ten seconds before blast off I warned Shelby. I didn't say something cheesy; I grunted and snorted once. She got the message and kicked into high gear, slamming her ass back in time with my thrusts. I tried to hold out for one more second. Just one more tick on the clock. Didn't work; right on schedule I lost it, sending my sperm flying into her asshole. This set her off. Shelby started snarling and snorting and groaning. I honestly thought something was wrong and tried to pull free. Her asshole refused to let me, choosing to milk me dry. I vibrated through the aftermath of that orgasm, totally spent. Even if I did get another boner I lacked the strength to use it. I flopped on top of Shelby's back and inhaled deeply, forcing air into my lungs. I lay there for more than seven minutes, which really did catch me off guard, before finally pulling free of her. I felt someone stroke my head as sleep finally fell over my eyes. * * * * Well... there you have it. I'm twenty-five now and still have the same problem. I have managed to become quite good during those seven minutes of sex, and added more repetitions in the process. I won't say it's been a total success. I once ate a woman out for seven minutes while she blew me and... you guessed it... blew my load right on time. Wound up marrying her too. Monica and I are expecting our first child in less than a month. A bouncing baby boy. I hope he grows up to me more normal than his old man does. But if not, I'm fairly sure I'll understand. Oh... I bought one of those tee shirts. Added my own touch to it. So if you see someone walking down a street with a shirt that says: 419: Got A Second? 420 Reasons to Fuck My new friend, Jeff, finished packing his large rainbow colored bong with a fresh load of sticky, resiny weed. My head buzzing from the bong hits we'd already taken, I watched him light up and inhaled deeply, then hold the smoke in his lungs. In my stoned haze, I looked at his buff physique. Jeff was an inordinately good looking man, lithe muscles bulging in a tight tank top, dark hair and darker eyes and intense features, someone who, if he had been born as a woman, most any man would have rated as a "10". He passed me the lit bong. "Here, suck on this." I inhaled deeply, then struggled to suppress a cough and hold the smoke in. Jeff grinned slyly at me. "Another hit. Deeper." I exhaled the smoke and put the water pipe back to my lips. As I sucked in the smoke, Jeff said, "Yeah, suck it like it's a cock." I burst out coughing, losing the hit and giving him a startled look. What the fuck? He grinned at me, his handsome green eyes twinkling. "Easy, dude. What, no one ever compared sucking a long cylinder like that to cocksucking?" I considered leaving, getting away from this sudden weirdness, but a surge of localized gravity had me pinned down to the futon we were sitting on. Man, was I buzzing or what? Some strong-ass weed there ... To my surprise, I found my cock was stiffening a bit. Another Whiskey Tango Foxtrot moment, but then I relaxed. Hell, he was just joking. Lighten up, dude, go with the flow and don't be a dickhead. Jeff's eyes narrowed with twinkling laughter. I found myself absorbed in the incredible greenness of those sexy eyes, staring at the hazel and brown speckels in his irises, in that happy relaxed haze good strong weed will give up. Wooohhh, I'm really buzzing. Man that feels good, feeding my head that smooth smoke. "Look," Jeff said. "Let me show you." He stood up before me. "Take a real deep hit from the pipe." I complied, filling my lungs with smoke and listening to the hiss and bubble of the bong water sucking out the harshness of the hit while watching his beautiful eyes locked onto mine. I heard a zipping sound, and slowly unlocked from his gaze and looked down. His cock was sticking out of his jeans, stiffening like the unwanted bulge in my jeans. He leaned forward until his cock was inches from my lips. I thought about leaving again, but I was hypnotized by the oddly stirring sight of his manhood. In a buttery, silky seductive voice Jeff said, "Now take a suck off this pipe." He gently put a hand on the back of my neck and pushed forward. I resisted for a moment, but damn he was good looking and I was so horny, and I felt his cockhead touch my lips, wet with precum, and damned if I didn't part my lips and take a cockhead in my mouth for the first time in my life, not quite believing in a mellow stoned way I was doing this. "Mmmmmm," Jeff said softly, his voice cooing. "That's right, take a big hit of my pipe, dude." His fleshy head tasted salty with precum, a bit like thin pancake batter, and damn, it felt kind of good to have his rapidly stiffening rod slowly pushing deeper, the head slipping past my lips and the shaft starting to slide inside me, his hand on the back of my head urging me on, and I looked up into his eyes and he was grinning at me and whispering "Yeah, that feels good, don't you like it? Don't you like being my cocksucker?" And I nodded yes, staring into his lovely eyes, and he slowly pushed the shaft deeper and deeper, about halfway inside now and his cock completely hard now and hot and rubbery and sexy in my mouth and I just let go, let myself drift in a stoned horny daze into digging the moment, and Jeff pulled out and whispered, "Say yes." "Yes." "Again." "Yes ... yes yes YES. YES!" And with that encouragement his cockhead went back inside and he started to facefuck me, one hand grasping my head and the other gently stroking my hair while his cock pushed in and out, a bit deeper each time, and I gagged a bit as his cockhead hit the back of my throat and bucked and pushed and I tried to relax and not gag and Jeff was whispering urgently, "Take it, take it all, you want it don't you, you little cocksucker, take it like a man, aaaaah, aaaaahhhh" and he grunted this strangled sounding animal moan and got all of his cock inside my mouth and down my throat and held it there a moment, his balls resting against my chin, the musky scent of his pubic hair tickling and tantalizing my nose the way his curly hairs were tickling my skin, and I wondered at how much I was enjoying getting my face fucked as Jeff unbuckled his jeans. They fell down around his ankles, and he kicked the jeans free, and then started fucking my face more urgently, and I struggled to hold it in like I'd struggled earlier to hold the smoke in, and then Jeff pulled out all the way and offered me the bong. "Suck it" he said, and I greedily sucked down more smoke from the pipe, and then I opened my lips, wanting his cock now, wanting to take his hard veiny shaft inside again, starting to crave it as Jeff peeled off his shirt, revealing sexy six pack abs and cut hard pec muscles, muscles everywhere on his broad, fat free torso, and I felt this squishy excited feeling in my belly and a buzzing in my head and ... "Undress," he said. I stood up, hypnotized by his sexy hard male body, and quickly undressed and tossed aside mmy clothes while Jeff folded the futon flat. I wondered if he was going to suck my hard throbbing cock, wanting to do to him what he'd done to me, push my prick inside his plump sexy lips. "Turn around," he ordered in a silky bedroom voice, looking with heavy-lidded matching bedroom eyes, and I felt a surge of desire to please this incredibly handsome and strong man. So I turned my back to him, feeling so sexy and submissive obeying his husky smoky voice, and his lips starting kissing the back of my neck, and I felt shivers of delight, so sexy being kissed gently like that, and his strong hands grasped my hips and pulled me back against his hot skin and hard body, and I felt his erection pressing against my buttcheeks, hard and urgent. I felt a tingling in my asshole and wondered at my body responding like that, and Jeff reached around and started stroking my cock, aaaaaah it felt so good, his hand on my precum slicked and drooling mushroom head. and his hard pec muscles against my back and his lips kissing and gently biting my earlobes, his breath hot in my ear, dryhumping me and god help me, I felt my hips pushing back at his erection, giving him my ass, letting him know I wanted it, wanted him. In a stoned haze I felt one of his hands on my shoulder, pushing down and forward, and I heard his deep silky voice order me: "Bend over." I looked over my shoulder into his eyes, his pupils inches away from mine wide open with excitement, his breath raspy and quick with desire, and I knew what he wanted and thought "No, I shouldn't, no, no" but my betraying body knew this was a lie, my body bending forward ignoring the fake instructions in my head, giving in, letting his hand on my back move me into position, my knees buckling. I got on all fours for him, and felt a surge of lust and emotion swirl through my head as his voice urged, "Yes, do it, yeah, you want it, you know you do" and then his hot strong hand left my back and I heard a crinkling sound. I looked behind me and he was rolling a rubber onto his stiff long cock. His warm hands touched the inside of my thighs, nudging them wider apart. "Spread 'em," he grunted, "open wide for my cock, baby. I'm gonna fuck you. You ready?" I nodded yes ... OK, more like YES, and I let his strong head spread me open, making me vulnerable and ready for his hardness as I wondered at the sexiness of giving in like that, giving my hard man whatever he wanted. I felt a cool touch of lube on my asscrack, his finger rubbing my rosebud, damn, damn, am I really doing this, ooooh, that tingles, so gooood ... and then his cock rubbed up and down my slit, over and over, teasing me and provoking me. I shivered each time it brushed against my hole, and I started pushing back with my ass, my body telling him yes, yes, YES, and then he started pushing, whispering "Take it, take it like a man, relax, open up for my cockhead, let me fuck you, it'll feel so good." And I wanted it, I wanted to let him inside me so he could take my body, take his pleasure, but I couldn't relax all the way, and his invading cockhead was hurting, I felt my assring resist the mounting pressure. "No, no, I'm not ready" I whimpered, and the pressure of his shaft stopped. His hands grasped my waist, turning me, flipping me over onto my back, and I looked at his sexy body and eyes and suddenly I wanted it after all, wanted him as he climbed between my legs and nudged them apart with his knees, spreading me, opening wide and baring my hole for him, giving him access, and it felt sooo good to give in and be passive and let his hard body take control and move me into position for his condomed shaft glistening with lube, I now knew what a women must feel when a man gets ready to fuck her, take her, give in to his maleness and his need, surrendering my body ... And Jeff lifted one of my legs and rested my ankle on my hard smoothly muscled shoulder, and then grasped my hands and lifted them over my head, one hand pinning both of them down. I felt my surrender complete, pinned down and helpless and wanting to give in, wanting him to take my body and use it for his pleasure, and his eyes gleamed and "Yes," he said, "You want it. You want it bad. You ready to get assfucked?" and I nodded, yes yes yes YES, and his free hand stroked my cheek like I was a woman, and I arched my head back, baring my throat, and his lips kissed my throat as his cockhead slid between my asscheeks and nestled on my hole and pushed. It hurt, but it hurt in a good way, my hole tingling and burning and the pressure building as he leaned his weight into his pushing cock ... "Want me to fuck you?" Jeff cooed. "Fuck yes," I said, my skin tingling from the caress of his lips on my neck and now my earlobes, nibbling and grunting softly and sexily in my ear as he pushed and I relaxed my assring and rode the pain and let it happen, willing my body to submit to his lust. Slowly his invading cock slid inside me, grinding inside, and I groaned from the pain, the sexy feminine pain of surrender, and I listened to the sexy maleness of the pants and grunts of his hot breath in my ear, the muscles of the leg on his shoulder stretching as the bulk of his body pushed it back toward my chest, and my hands were free now as Jeff grabbed my shoulder and I wrapped them around his back and caressed the strong muscles there, urging him on. "Fuck me hard," I said, staring into his intense sexy eyes, slitted with lust, and he started fucking me harder and faster, and it was feeling good now despite the pain, my ass full of his thrusting hard cock, deeper and deeper, bucking for dangerous entry as I opened up and accepted his invading prick, his shaft all the way in now, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks as he bottomed out and pulled out and sunk all the way in and out again, over and over, faster and urgent, his hot skin sweaty against mine. I rode the waves of the stoned buzzing in my head and heard my voice urging him on, "Fuck me, fuck me hard, take me, use me, give me your cum ..." and then I saw the look in his eyes of getting ready to cum, and Jeff panted and thrust and pounded away as he groaned out, "Here it cums, baby, I'm gonna cum in your ass, take it take it take it, aaaarrrrgh, uhn, unh, UUUUNNNH", his deep voice growling with lust, and my body took all his lust, took it as he came, came in the condom thrusting in my ass, and I was looking at him wanting it, wanting him to cum inside me, inside my ass, wanting him to make me his fuck buddy, and then his hard sweaty body was laying on top of me, the weight of his strong muscled torso pushing me into the futon as his ragged breath breathed warmth onto my skin, panting to fill his lungs and recover from his orgasm. I lovingly wrapped my legs around his waist and caressed his strong back with my hands, feeling so feminine, his softening cock still inside me. It felt good to know his lust and cum were inside me, the gift he given me in exchange for the surrender of my body to his male need, and I knew I wanted to do it again and again, be his fuckbuddy or his bitch or his lover anytime, wanted to let him fuck me 420 times, wanted more of these lovely sweaty male 420 moments, so good, who knew, who knew it could be so hot giving myself to this hard strong man? And I wondered if this was it, if this was my only time with him, whether he'd gotten the fuck he wanted and would walk away and move on to his next conquest, or cum back and demand I surrender to his lust again. I didn't want him to leave, I wanted to lay here with his body pressed against me and his cock inside me for an eternity, a never-ending perfect moment, but I knew whether he came back for more of my body or left me for good, either way it wouldn't be my last time getting stoned and then fucked by a man ...