The New Dealer

So one day last spring I'm out of weed. It's illegal where I live but not really a big deal; anyway, my regular weed guy had been MIA for a few weeks now. Luckily my buddy is able to hook me up with his dealer. I send the new guy a message on Signal and after some back and forth we set up a meet.

He gives me the address and it turns out to be a local college. I live in a student town so there's like several university and college campuses all over, so not that weird. I head out and send him another message when I get there. He tells me which block he's in and to come to the toilets on the second floor.

Now this is in the midst of exams. I'm kinda nervous cause I don't know this guy and it's late in the afternoon already so the place is pretty deserted. As I go up the stairs someone else is coming down and he looks like a total stoner. You know the type: dark clothes, ratty hoodie no matter the weather. He's a skinny pale guy with bags under his eyes.

To be honest I think that kinda guy looks hot but that's neither here nor there. We both make it a point to ignore each other as we pass each other but I wouldn't have minded to get to know him a bit better, if you know what I mean.

Anyway the encounter makes me more confident that this new weed guy is legit and I'm not walking into a trap or whatever. I continue heading up the stairs until I come to the restroom. The coast is clear so I go in.

The smell of weed hits me and I dunno, it kinda triggers me, if you get what I mean? Whenever I smoke I end up getting super horny and craving big dick to suck. I just love giving head when I'm high. It's almost a compulsion. I'm already thinking about getting home after this and lighting up and going on the apps to find some anonymous dick.

"Hey man," the weed guy says. "What do you need?"

I tell him my order and he starts going through his backpack. This gives me the opportunity to check him out, and I like what I see. He looks early twenties, skinny guy, but I can tell he's ripped. He has short hair and a scraggly beard; I got the same problem, can't grow facial hair to save my life so I don't even try.

The weed guy is wearing loose sportswear; kinda baggy shorts and a sleeveless shirt that seems way too big for him. It hangs off his frame and it's got those big arm holes, the kind that show off the muscles on the side of your upper body. His arms aren't that big but he's got some well-defined muscle. Like I said, ripped. I make sure to get a good look at his hairy pits and I feel my cock start to move.

I try to shake it off and stay focused but it's no use, I pop a boner right there. No big deal, but now I really want this transaction to be over with so I can get home and suck some dick already.

"Here you go, man." The guy hands me a baggie.

"Hey, thanks," I tell him as I dig for my wallet. "You're a lifesaver."

"Yeah, no worries man."

I frown as I go through my wallet. There's only a couple of five euro bills, not the fifty bill I expected. I think the weed guy notices me panicking cause he's like, "Take it easy man, no rush, you're my last customer today anyway."

I thank him again but after another moment of looking it starts to dawn on me I left the cash at home. I quickly count the bills I do have. "Hey man, I'm sorry, I only got fifteen."

He looks a bit annoyed now but it's not like he's angry or something. He does reach for the baggy, though. "All right man, no problem, you can buy another time."

Now there's no way I'm going home empty-handed. "Come on man," I plead. "Can we work something out? Maybe give me half the baggie?"

I can tell from his look that that's not gonna fly. Desperate, I say, "I'll suck your cock."

That gets his attention and he looks at me in surprise. I'm kinda stunned myself, just blurting it out like that, but I can't deny I wasn't thinking about it since I came in.

"I'm not gay," he says after a while.

I'm a slight guy, not a femboy or anything but definitely a twink, more on the feminine side. I used to get mistaken for a girl a lot but lately not so much. Anyway, I've had fun with my fair share of straight guys. There's something about me that really appeals to them.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I ask.

"No," he admits, still looking at me.

"Anyone suck your cock lately?" We're still talking so I'm feeling bolder. I look down at his crotch and I'm definitely seeing a bulge there. "Bet you have a nice one."

He wants to, I can tell, but he's not there yet. "I'm really good at it," I say, and I know I sound needy as I say it. It's the weed smell making me crazy, I think. Now I want to suck his cock as bad as I want to take that baggie home.

"It

has

been a while..." he says.

I know he just needs a little push before I can make both of us very happy. "You can be really rough. I'm a total slut, I can take it." He laughs in surprise. "Come on," I tell him. "Eager, sloppy head. You don't have to do anything. Nobody needs to know."

He looks me over again, checking out my lips I think, so I dart out my tongue. Let him know I mean business.

"You're eager, aren't you?" he says. Then, with a glance around the room, "A'ight, come on."

I follow him into the stall, my heart beating like crazy now. Sometimes I think I'm a little too forward, I always end up in situations like this but I don't mind. The weed guy locks the stall door while I get on my knees.

Then he's in front of me, pulling down his shorts. I take a moment to admire his dick; it's all I wanted, and more. Despite his hesitation his dick is already well on its way to fully hard. It's long, probably eight inches and looks like it's got a good heft to it. I prefer my dicks on the bigger side - for some reason it's so much hotter if I have to struggle to take it - so I'm really pleasantly surprised.

He leans back against the wall and lifts up his shirt. I get a good look at his abs - ripped! - and the trail of pubes leading down from his navel. He's got a tattoo on his side, some kind of tree, and I wonder that I didn't see it through the big arm holes in his shirt. I fucking

love

tatted guys. My dick is leaking precum by now.

I start to kiss his cock, really getting my face in there, taking a deep breath. He smells a little ripe, that smell that's a mix of kinda stale sweat and musk. The smell of a man.

He's got his phone out - I'm guessing to watch porn or something. Maybe he's trying to film me, but I'm so horny I don't care. I get to work on his cock, opening wide and angling my head.

I've got a set of rules for giving head, or I guess they're more challenges. One of them is not to touch it with my hands, for as long as possible. So I put my arms behind my back, grabbing my own wrists to lock my arms in place, and I lean forward to take his dick in my mouth.

It tastes great, salty and only a little tangy, and it's already slick with precum. I start bobbing my head up and down, taking it slow for now. A lot of guys just bring their A game from the start, gobbling cock like they're starved for it for the first couple minutes until they get tired and stall. I like to build it up, drive whoever I'm sucking off a little crazy before I bring out the

advanced techniques

.

So I go slow, not to deep yet, applying a lots of pressure with my lips and trailing his shaft with my tongue. Soon he's breathing heavier, and when I take a look up he's just staring down at me, mouth hanging open. His cock rock-hard in my own mouth.

He makes a sound that's kind of like a huff and shifts his hips, thrusting foreward. His arm holding the phone is dangling down by now; I have his full attention. I shift my weight forward too, leaning in to meet his dick and to take it deep in my throat. I'm balancing on the tips of my toes here, stubbornly holding my arms in place behind my back, but careful not to tip over too far and impale myself on his dick.

The weed guy seems to like my throat; he lets out another heavy breath. "You weren't lying," he says, and I look up at him and grin around his dick. "You

are

a good sucker."

I mumble thanks while I keep bobbing my head up and down, still slow but taking his dick deeper now, all while I try to maintain eye contact. And he looks right back. I'm already gagging a little and tears are springing from my eyes, and his dick is only maybe three fourths in yet.

"But I'll have to see if you're really the best." His hand comes down heavy on my head, but he doesn't push. Happy to let me take the lead and decide the pace - for now, for the most part. I feel the pressure, the weight of his hand increase, just a bit, each time I go

deep

.

So I take the hint. I force my throat to relax and open up. We're getting closer to the

advanced techniques

now. I'm still going slow but with every time I bob up and down I try to take him a little deeper.

Pretty soon I have his cock all the way down my throat. I still want to take it slow but the way his hand is pushing my head now, it's clear he's getting impatient, and he's in charge. I'm not gonna lie, I'm pretty proud of myself I got him all worked up so fast.

He holds me in place and I'm choking on his dick now. My eyes are tearing up some more and my mouth is full of drool while his cock is halfway down my throat. I struggle a little, not because I'm in trouble - not yet but I can't hold my breath forever - but because I suspect he's the kinda guy who likes it when they struggle a little. And I'm right, he starts to groan and grabs a fistful of my hair to hold me still.

This goes on for a bit longer and I'm spluttering and choking, my mind empty except for the need to hold on as long as I can, to serve this guy by keeping his dick nice and deep in my throat. I'm still holding my arms behind my back, grabbing them so hard my nails are digging into my flesh. My whole body's rigid and tense.

At long last I can't hold out anymore, I need some oxygen. I roll back on my heels again, he resists for a moment, holding on to my head, but then lets me go. His wet dick slips out of my mouth, trailing salive, and I gasp for breath. He takes a look at me, like an

intense

look, his mouth half-open, and I can tell he's just as into it as I am, all reservations and rational thought gone from his mind.

I think he notices how I hold my hands behind my back cause he grins and grabs the base of his cock, smacks it against my face a couple times and then starts to rub it in. It's all wet and warm and slippery and it feels so good pressing against my face. I'm still catching my breath but I'm recovered enough, I don't want to keep him waiting. So I look up at him, begging with my eyes, while I open my mouth and stick out my tongue.

"Fucking

eager

slut," he breathes before thrusting his cock in my mouth.

He starts to fuck my throat, grabbing my hair with both fists to pull my head towards him. He's in full control now, going as fast and deep as he wants to, but I can still handle it - for now. The feeling of his cock filling up my mouth and slipping down my throat while I'm powerless to stop him or slow him down makes me go crazy with lust. I try to maintain eye contact with him but it's too hard so I just focus on his cock, watch it slide in and out. I'm rock hard but I don't want to focus on anything besides his cock, so I keep my arms behind my back instead of trying to jerk myself off.

He's really going for it, making me work for his nut. We're probably pretty loud, him groaning and breathing heavy while I can't help but gag every time he thrusts his dick down my throat, which is happening faster and faster now. I'm used to a lot but I probably can't handle this much longer. Still, I wanna hold out as long as I can before I have to use my hands to slow him down a little.

The door to the restroom opens.

We both freeze, suddenly silent, or as silent as possible with him still breathing so loud. I hear footsteps, and then a door opening - someone entering another stall, not the one next to ours, thankfully. There's the sound of a toilet seat going down and a moment later I hear someone exhale, clearly settling down.

I try to lean back, cause at this point my new weed guy's cock is down my throat pretty much as far as it will go, but he won't let me. He's whispering something; "Shit, I can't, I'm gonna-"

That's all the warning I get before he starts cumming down my throat. I'm really not prepared for this and I was already at my limit so I'm struggling for real now, still as quiet as possible, but there's no way he's letting me go. His body is tense and spasming as his cum fills my throat. I'm desperately trying to swallow it all but it's too much, too fast, and it just keeps coming. I gag and retch and finally cough, a cough wet with his cum and muffled by his cock, but still loud and echoing in the restroom.

We're both dead quiet again, aware of the other person in the restroom - but he's still not letting me go and his cock is still spasming in my mouth while spitting out more ropes of cum. I'm really struggling not to cough again and swallow all his cum like a champ.

We continue listening for a while but I think we're good. At some point the other guy clears his throat and I think he's gonna say something, but he doesn't. By now my new weed guy has pulled out and is drying off his dick with toilet paper. He hands me some to clean my face and I savour the taste of his cum still on my tongue while I do that.

We don't really say anything, just communicate in glances until we both decide to make a run for it together. He unlocks the door and opens it and we both slip out of the restroom and down the stairs.

Once we're outside I thank him again, for the weed and the seed.

"Yeah, don't worry about it man," he tells me. "You were awesome."

We bump fists as we part ways which is such a ridiculous bro thing to do when my throat is still raw from being ravaged by his dick, but that's part of the experience of hooking up with straight guys. I make sure to tell him he can send me a text on Signal any time, and he tells me likewise, if I "need anything more or just want to hang and chill."

I go home with the taste of him still in my mouth and already looking forward to smoke - and to find another dick to suck tonight, now that my appetite is up.