We’re watching “Breakfast of Champions” on DVD. The lights are turned out and it’s just us sitting next to each other on the couch in front of the TV. We’re smoking up, passing the pipe back and forth. Before we know it we’re both incredibly stoned. There’s a scene in the movie where everyone is at a bar. Like a cabaret or something. I put my hand on your leg. You look over at me. Suddenly we’re making out like crazy. Our glasses get taken off, or maybe they fall off. We’re taking each other’s shirts off and grinding together. The DVD is still playing and it’s really loud. I catch Albert Finney onscreen out of the corner of my eye. The couch is too narrow. I take your hand and lead you into my bedroom. We get on the bed and pull down each other’s shorts. They don’t come off all the way though. We roll around furiously, it almost makes me dizzy, and then I’m lying on my back and you’re kneeling on top of me. You look absolutely amazing. God, I’d forgotten how big you were. You start jacking us off together like mad and rocking back and forth and then we cum at the same time. I actually see stars. It makes me want more. I’m dazed. We stand up surprisingly quickly and clean off, I guess, and go back to watching the movie. I don’t think we missed anything. The movie doesn’t seem to make much sense.