Edgar Aeternum, Book 1: Tales of Aeternal Love Read Free

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stride, but this? This shit beats even the best Maui or Purple
Kush. And it's legal in the 2-4.
    Edgar opened the ornately-carved box and took
out a small vial of finely-ground marijuana along with a vaporizer
shaped like a miniature Stradivarius. He filled the bowl and slid
the lid back into place, then returned the vial to its home in the
box.
    Hello, old friend! Even with all my money,
it's damn hard to get this strain it's so popular. Money talked and
dealers listened when it was illegal, but nowadays it's like
telling a waiter you'll pay double for a steak when he's already
told you they're out of cow.
    Edgar flicked the small node on the side of
the vaper, waited and then inhaled deeply. He felt the buzz roll
through him like a wave of pure bliss. On the exhale, he took his
time to enjoy the sweet spiciness that was the trademark of Mars
Red. Edgar closed his eyes, smiled and leaned back, relaxing into
the plush sofa. The Red was doing its magic; every inch of Edgar's
body sang with joy, uplifted and expanded as though becoming one
with the Universe. This expansion was not entirely spiritual,
though; Edgar's uncut cock began lengthening as well.
    Oh yeah. That's the stuff. Good ol' Red
never lets me down. One draw and I feel like I'm on my way to the
Moon. Heh. Been there, though; not so great. Too many moralists; I
had enough 'Thou Shalt Nots' in the twen-cen. Let's get this ship
goin'! Warp nine, Mr. Crusher. Engage!
    Edgar put the tip of the Strat's slim neck
between his lips, hit the node and breathed in the delicious vapor.
Holding it for a ten count, he released it, once again savoring the
taste. His typical routine was about five hits, not all that much,
but given the strength of the Mars Red, just enough. He relaxed
even further, stretching his legs like a cat after a nap. The wave
crested, giving Edgar a shiver of pleasure and bringing his growing
erection nearer to its full nine inches. He raised the Strat to his
lips again.
    The next drag took Edgar to full erection,
his abdomen tightening as pleasure spread in a tsunami through his
body, his cock the epicenter. He threw his head back and moaned at
the force of the stimulation, muscles temporarily clenching and
releasing. His right hand drifted across his bare chest, eyes
closing at the sensation. He slowly rubbed his left nipple, pulling
and rolling the little nub between his thumb and forefinger, his
breath hissing out from between clenched teeth.
    Ah, fuck yeah! That feels so goddamn good!
And that's only three hits; I've got two more go before this party
really gets started.
    He licked his full lips and put the Strat
between them again, drawing deeply, the warm feel of the Mars Red
filling his lungs and spreading through his body. He held it in as
long as he could, finally releasing it, his hard cock twitching in
response. A small bead of pre-cum formed at the tip, becoming a
pool within the concave fold of his foreskin. He shuddered, gasping
as he lowered his hand slowly caressing his abdomen, approaching
the head of his swollen rod and the dark blond triangle of hair at
its base.
    Another spasm hit and his heavy cock jumped
before he even grazed it, the pool of pre-cum spilling onto his
tight stomach, a thin rope trailing from his abdomen to his cock.
He continued moving his hand still lower until he encountered the
warm puddle. He slowly spread it around his stomach, the slickness
sending his passion into overdrive. His cock returned to its usual
position, pointing toward his chin with a satisfying thud.
    Sweet Jesus! I can't believe how close I am
and haven't even touched myself yet! More, baby, more!
    Edgar raised the Strat to mouth for the fifth
and final drag of the night. The tingles he felt as the vaporizer
contacted the nerves on the inside of his lips caused the pre-cum
to flow even more. He was a heavy leaker, his loads even larger
when he finally shot, the force of his ejaculations typically
propelling his cum well over his head. As he