I went to college in the early 70's. I attended a "liberal" midwestern college in a progressive town. The townfolk had decided that marijuana was not worth the hassle of prosecution, so they decided to make it a misdemeanor ... an equivalent of a parking ticket ... subject to a $25 fine. To my knowledge, in the six years that I lived in that town, no-one was ever fined.
As a result, smoking grass was something that most of us (me included) tried early in our academic careers. After a couple of months at school, smelling the reefer as I crossed the campus, I started to inquire about where to try some. I did not have to search far.
I had several friends in my dorm, amongst them a casual acquaintance named Michael. My roommate told me that Michael could hook me up with a joint if I wanted to try it. It didn't take me long to decide to walk down to Michael's room and ask how much a joint would cost me.
Michael and I had met during the Summer prior to our freshman year when we had been in the same orientation class. Besides giving us a tour of the campus, the leaders of the orientation encouraged us to talk with the other incoming freshmen and women to push start us on our mingling with people outside of our usual circle of friends. In some cases, mine included, none of our high school friends may be attending the University.
I found out that Michael would be staying in the same dorm as I was. As it turned out, he was on the same floor, although we did not discover that until just before move in day. On move in day, I met my roommate for the first time, Alan, and he is the one that steered me to Michael for the pot.
One other thing about Michael ... he was the only person that I knew that was "reported" to be gay. It was not anything that I had ever asked him about, but I was not surprised by it. Michael (I'm using Michael, because that is how he preferred to be called) was on the smallish side, about 5'6 or 7" and slim build. Like many other guys in our freshman class, he wore his hair longer, not quite to his shoulders.
I, on the other hand, stood just under 6 feet, weighing in at just over 200 pounds. I played baseball and football in high school, but not anywhere near well enough to try out for the college teams. I believed that I was in good, if not great, shape. I never had a problem attracting women, but I was quite shy, and as a result, at 18, still a virgin.
This last little bit has nothing to do with what I've stated my desire was to see Michael this day, but a lot to do about what occurs later. I wandered, not quite scurried, down the hall and found Michael's door ajar. I knocked and asked through the crack for Michael. He did have a roommate and I had no idea whether his roommate would be able to hook me up with the weed I desired. His roommate's name was Carl, a bookish, black kid from the city. Both Michael and I were from the suburbs.
As it turned out, Michael was there and invited me in.
MICHAEL: Hey Jack, what's up?
JACK: Well Michael .... I was just wondering .... I mean I am curious ..... about something.
MICHAEL: If you tell what this something is, perhaps I can help you with your curiosity (chuckling).
JACK: Well ... I've never tried marijuana, and I'm curious about it ... how does it make you feel?
MICHAEL: It's different for everyone I guess. I've been smoking it since I was a junior (in high school), and I've been around a bunch of people that have tried it for the first time. Some get high and some say that they don't experience any effect at all. Did you want to try it?
JACK: That's why I'm here. I was told that you could get me a joint. Is that possible?
A smile comes across Michael's face and he walks over to his desk drawer and pulls out a joint.
MICHAEL: I was leaving soon for a date, but I enjoy taking a few tokes prior to going out. Would you care to join me?
I had not considered the possibility that I would be offered a joint right then and there. I had thought that I could buy the joint and take it back to my room to try later, but I figured what the hell ...
JACK: I don't want to keep you, but if you're willing to show me how to smoke it ... sure.
Michael suggested that I have a seat. The desk chair had books on it, so I sat on his bed. He walked over to the door and shut it, throwing the lock. While smoking in the dorms was allowed (it was the early 70's and smoking bans had not arrived yet), Michael explained that smoking weed in your room was "officially" frowned upon and might just invite other floor mates in, and he didn't have time or the stash for a party.
Michael sat down, near me but not right next to me, on the bed and proceeded to light the joint. I saw him inhale, and hold his breath for a bit. As he exhaled, he explained that by holding your breath, you keep the smoke in your lungs longer and the weed will act quicker. He handed me the joint and had me take a toke.
Of course, I immediately started coughing. How the fuck do people do this? He laughed and told me that this happens to almost everyone on their first try. He suggested that I take a couple of breaths, to freshen the air in my lungs, while he took another toke. He handed me the joint again, and suggested that I take a "small" toke this time, and try breathing it in. I did so, and in spite of a desire to cough it up again, I was able to hold my breath for a few seconds before expelling the air.
Michael took another toke, then handed the joint back to me. He said for me to keep working on it. He needed to change clothes for his date. I took another small toke while Michael walked over to his closet. As I exhaled, I saw him remove his shirt and toss it in a basket in his closet. He was looking through some shirts on hangars, while I tried another toke. He then dropped his trousers showing me that he had been going commando the whole time we were talking. I was now looking at his smooth ass.
I was a little shocked by this, and proceeded to cough up the smoke that was in my lungs. He turned and asked if I was OK. My eyes went wide. I have seen plenty of young guys in locker rooms over the years, with all kinds of body shapes and varying lengths of cocks, but I have never seen a cock, or a set of balls, so large on such a tiny body. Michael was not hard, but he had to be at least 5 inches hanging soft.
I've never had a gay thought in my life, and truthfully didn't think I was having a gay thought right now. I was just shocked. Michael walked over to me and held his hand out for the joint. While I noticed this, the joint that had my attention was hanging just between his legs. He practically had to shake me to get the joint from me.
