This may or may not have actually happened
Ronnie and I had been friends since the 3rd grade. We were similar in appearance. Same height, same weight. Ronnie had darker hair then me. We had done everything together. We played hockey. We took the same classes together in high school. And, when we discovered porn on the internet, we jacked off together. It was awkward at first, but soon we got comfortable rubbing one out.
One day, prior to our jacking session, Ronnie pulled out some weed and a pipe. We smoked up, then put some porn on and jacked our cocks. We started to smoke weed before our jack off sessions more and more.
One weekend, following graduation from high school, we were invited to a party at another guys house. His family was gone and he had the house to himself. It was supposed to be a huge party, and Ronnie was certain we might be able to get some girls. At the very least, feel some titty, maybe a blowjob. I was game and looking forward to it. Ronnie came up to me one day just before the date of the party and asked if I would ride with him to get some weed. I had never been with him when he was trying to score the weed, I just smoked it with him. But I knew Ronnie knew what he was doing so I rode with him. We went to Ronnie's hookup, and he went inside while I sat in his car. A short time later Ronnie came out of the house, got into the car and started cussing.
"God Damnit!!.....he doesn't have any weed!" Ronnie shouted
"What do we do now?" I asked
"Well, he told me about another dude that might be able to hook us up. But I don't like going to someone I don't know."
"Yeah..."
"If you go with me we can see what's up." Ronnie said
"Alright, let's just get the weed." I said.
We drove to a tattoo parlor that looked real sketchy. We went in and Ronnie asked for a dude named, Carbo. When the guy showed up, Ronnie told him who had sent him and wanted to know if he could hook us up.
Carbo smiled at us, and said No, that he could not. That no one had weed because the cops had been on a sweep lately.
Ronnie said, "Shit.." then Carbo said he knew of a guy who might be able to hook us up. He told us that the dude was an old dude, but he had a good supply. Ronnie asked if his price was reasonable and Carbo broke out laughing.
"You won't have to give him any cash!" Carbo said
"It's free?" Ronnie asked
Snickering, Carbo said, "You won't have to give him money. Go to this address, ask for Rex, tell him I sent you for the deal. If you want it, you can get it." Carbo turned and walked away.
We got back in Ronnie's car.
"What's up?" I asked
"I don't know. You want to give it a shot, or what?" Ronnie said
"Shit, it's free weed. Why not."
We drove to the address that Carbo gave us. It was a nice house in a well known subdivision. We walked up to the door and Ronnie pushed the door bell. The door opened and a man was looking at us.
"Uhhh...Carbo gave us your address. He said we should get the deal."
The man was about 40 years old, not old like I had imagined. His hair was a light brown, with specks of white in the temple. His goatee also was mixed color like his hair. He wore a khaki colored North Face nylon shirt with the sleeves rolled up and blue jeans. It was clear he worked out. He stared for a minute, then stepped aside, beckoning us inside. The house was spectacular. I big 60 inch hi-def TV was playing in the living room. He motioned for us to sit on the couch while he turned off the TV.
"What are your names?" he asked
"Uhh..I'm Ronnie."
The man then looked at me
I felt my throat tighten up. Why was I so nervous? Maybe he was a cop. I didn't know.
I swallowed hard, "My name is Owen." I choked out.
The man smiled. It was a pleasant smile.
"Ok fellows, my name is Rex. Did Carbo fully explain the "deal"?"
Ronnie told him that Carbo had said that he might give us some free weed.
Rex laughed fully. "Ok. Would you guys like something to drink. I have some Mountain Dew. Some bottled water?"
We both said no to the drink offer.
"Alright fellows, here is the deal. Its non-negotiable. Either you take it, get the weed and leave or you walk when I finish explaining it."
Ronnie and I stared at him.
"You aren't bailing out now, so I will tell you. One of you, I don't care who, will go into my bedroom......"
My eyes bugged out.
Ronnie jumped up, "NO...NO, no gay sex dude. Not going to happen."
Rex smiled, "At least hear me out. If you then choose to bail, then cool."
Ronnie sat back down. My nervousness was still way up.
Rex continued, "One of you will go into my bedroom. Take off all of your clothes. Lay on the bed. And I will jack him off. That's it. When we are done, both of you walk out of here 2 grams of weed, each."
My mouth was dry and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I felt like running. Yet, strangely, I stayed seated.
Rex got up from his chair. "You guys decide what you want to do. I am going up the stairs and will be back in 2 minutes for an answer." With that he left.
"Shit man...I don't know..." Ronnie seemed very anxious
"What do you want to do, man?" My eyes went from the stair case to the front door.
