Happiness is all about perspective, really.
Today being Zack’s birthday, he usually thought of such things to try and cheer himself up, but his depression seemed to just slip in anyway. So what if he was another year older? So what if he was going to die one day? By the end of these exercises he would often find himself in a bar, drinking away all the horrible thoughts. And this year you’re in a bar again, the devil on his shoulder told him, but he knew the difference from last year. This year his friend had invited him.
Don had known Zack for a long time, ever since high school, and Don knew how to treat his friends well. Don bought the finest beers, insisting that his friend was worth any price, and once Zack was alarmingly intoxicated and having the greatest time he could remember, Don pulled out a wrapped box. Zack tore back the encasing paper with clumsy finger to reveal an antique cigar box, filled with a collection of the finest looking cigars he had ever seen. Wasting no times, Zack took one out, put it in his mouth, and lit up. He hadn’t smoked in ages, but in the midst of his drunken stupor, he couldn’t say “no”.
It was so good! The large inhalation of smoke coursed through his lungs like a breath of ambrosia. He’d half-expected to cough and sputter after going without for so long, but he puffed out the hazy plume as smoothly as an everyday smoker. A rush of euphoria wracked his brain, as if enveloped by the warm vapor. His eyes widened and a huge, goofy smile spread across his face. He felt almost a weird sense of paralysis as his comic grin stiffened into place along with the rest of his body. Don smiled back knowingly, watching the cigar dwindled away between his smiling friend’s voracious lips before plucking the cigar out of Zack’s mouth and replacing it with another.
A transformation came over Zack as one cigar led to another in rapid succession. The wide grin became increasingly slack, as with the rest of his body. His eyes, though still wide, filled with blank awe as he stared emptily into space. The crotch of his pants grew increasingly tight, a note that Don snickered at. Zach felt his mind becoming lost in a obscuring fog of smoke. Previously immersed in pleasure, he now began to feel nothing but the dull throb of his hardening cock, a twitch that was eerily mimicked by the cigar he loosely held between his lips. Don watched the piece bob suggestively while explaining that Zach was way too uptight. Don said that he had always loved Zack, wanted help him, and give him pleasure they both knew he deserved.
After all, happiness is all about perspective, and now Zack obediently took up Don’s.