The marijuana this summer is not very good, too much rain and not enough sun have produced plants low in THC. Even worse, growers planted far less than usual in the spring after reading the Olde Farmers Almanac predictions for sun and rain.
I was hanging out with a high school buddy, smoking some of this low quality weed when the subject spun around to sexual conquests over the years since our school days. Jeff, who came out admitting he is gay told about some of his early conquests with girls when he trying to be straight. His girl stories have high turn on value, he tells a vivid tale making his listener, me, imagine each detail in graphic clarity. More so, I like hearing his tales of gay sex. I swear, the imagery of those stories is far more graphic and I saw the impact on Jeff as his tales unfolded.
I am Darrin, a mostly straight guy with a curious streak that I hope to explore with Jeff this afternoon. As much as Jeff felt the turn on telling his gay sex stories, I felt turned on listening. I told a couple stories of conquests overseas in my military years, yet they seemed tame compared to Jeff's. I did not hide that I enjoyed his stories. "Jeff," I whizzed through taking a hit on a joint, "your stories of gay sex turn me on. I notice you have the same effect on yourself."
"God damn, Darrin, we are checking each other out!" Jeff took a deep hit from his joint and slowly blew it out. "Do you remember our sexual experiments that summer before we started high school?"
"Oh hell yes! The truth is you were my first sex partner. I asked you if I could fuck your ass then with no ceremony, I plunged right in and came in seconds. I remember the shape of your ass, the warmth of your cheeks as my cock made contact. You felt great then, too bad I didn't know what I was doing to make it better for you."
I took another hit on my joint as Jeff began talking. "Everyone thinks gays love taking it up the ass. I have to tell you, I am not a bottom, don't like having my ass played with. I do like being a top." Jeff hit his joint again.
"Okay, then, Jeff, it is my turn." I looked directly into his eyes, watching for facial expression changes. "I am a curious bottom, Jeff. Would you fuck a curious, fat, hairy bear?" I noticed Jeff's eyes sparked although his facial expression did change much. We both took hits on our joints. I did not wait for an answer; I loosened my shoes and kicked them off. Then I opened my pants to pull them down. I was going commando and Jeff saw my hard hairless cock spring into view. "By the way, Jeff, I also like warm anal douches and cleaned my colon before you got here."
