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If you knew how many people thought you were gay, you wouldn't joke like that<br>Have you ever smoked pot? It affects everyone differently, someone gets a "ha-ha" effect, someone starts to think about something and gets really worked up about something, someone just gets high and thus relaxes from problems, and someone probably sits on it and can't imagine his day without a joint. To each his own. My friend and I are not junkies, but we like to smoke from time to time. Rather, [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Girl] my mate likes it, and I just like the company. He always tells me that smoking alone is a bore, and if I refuse, he will beat me. And  [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Orgia] after these words on his face always appears a smile, and his hands are already filling the cigarette with the necessary ingredients. I'll be honest, I could rarely resist his smile. When he smiles, it's like something in my stomach clenches, and I... I'm willing to go along with anything and everything. He obviously doesn't know that, maybe he guesses, but he doesn't know for sure. I also love his car. Having a best friend with such a sweet smile and a car. it's the ultimate dream come true. If we look a little deeper into our relationship, we've been friends since primary school, even though we were in different classes. He's a year older than me, but that didn't stop us from hanging out together at recess even at school. We grew up together, tried our first beer together, ran outside the school together to smoke, and so on. I remember there was one moment that I consider a turning point in my perception of our friendship. While that's a bit of an exaggeration, you have to agree, we often see meaning where there is none. Whatever. Anyway, we were just walking, with him on the street, loitering like normal teenagers loitering on the street in their free time, and a few girls from his class were walking towards us. I didn't know their names, but I'd often seen Mark talking to them. So one of them shouted at us that we were like a sweet couple going everywhere together, and that we should get married. I hugged my friend approvingly and added that maybe we would get married soon. I'll never forget what he said to me as we walked away from those laughing girls: "If you knew how many people thought you were gay, you wouldn't joke about it. That phrase really hit me hard, to the point where I started digging into myself, and when you dig, you're bound to find something terrible. You can't just wake up and say to yourself, "Yes, [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Сучка] I'm gay." First you have to understand all these feelings, thoughts, echoes of incipient desires, and then you have to panic. So, after those very words, I began to think about who I really am. And the more I thought about it, the more I realised that I liked Mark a lot more than just a friend. And then it got worse. Mark started to get girls, we went out together less often, and I just didn't find a reason to call him often. We were drifting apart, and I couldn't help but feel frustrated. So over time, we began to meet more often, and my "grown-up" body and mind began to try to please my friend in every way possible, whatever he could think of. Mark parked his car in the yard away from the roadway and immediately took out a cigarette, shook all the tobacco out of it over the window, took out a packet with a plan, carefully stuffed the contents of the packet into the empty cigarette, twisted the tip and moistened the paper with his tongue liberally so that the joint would not burn too quickly. Watching Mark work his tongue was particularly pleasurable, his lips, mouth and to some extent his tongue were a kind of tidbit that warmed my soul and made my stomach react in some special way. Mark handed me a joint, took out his fancy lighter with the flip-up cap that burns until you close it back up, and at that very moment the interior of the car lit up with a bright flame. I put the cigarette to my lips and reached for the fire. There are so many ways to smoke weed that it would take a lot of time to describe them alone, so let's focus on one that I particularly liked. It's called "vaping." It's when one person takes a joint in their mouth, burning side inwards, clamping the filter with their lips, and exhales the smoke into the mouth of the other person, who at that moment leans as close to your lips as possible. Kind of like kissing without touching. As you understand, this method is special for me, and every time Mark exhales smoke into my mouth, I gently put my hand on his shoulder, as if controlling his actions, so that no "smoke" is wasted. Taking my first puff, I handed the joint to my friend. Mark followed my example and took a puff, and after a couple of seconds, he stepped forward to me, flipping the cigarette, suggesting that I "take it".<br>I didn't need to be asked twice, and on automatic, my hand reached for his shoulder, but at some point it landed gently on his neck, and Mark jerked a little, but didn't pull away. After finishing, we sat in the car with the windows closed, without letting the smoke out, and just "cooked" in it, until we were completely intoxicated. It didn't take much time, and then Mark's face curved into his trademark smile and we laughed. Shall I tell you what weed does to me? It sharpens and heightens my perception of anything I might be excited about at the moment, and this particular time I was looking at Mark's lips and they were turning me on. At first my inner voice said: "how beautiful they are", then a slight shiver ran through my body, my stomach began to tingle a little, and my dick it started to rise. I don't think I would have cared much about this process when I was sober, but at the moment the weight of my cock was a good reason to tense up and think about it twice as hard. Mark leaned back in his chair a little, took out a regular cigarette and started smoking, telling me something. I didn't really listen to him, I was so overwhelmed that all the words flew past me. After smoking, he opened the window, pushed the cigarette butt out of the small hole, and then closed it again, not letting the fresh air disperse the smoke that filled all the free space in the car. And it was at that very moment that I abruptly went over to my friend and kissed him. Like I said, the senses are heightened, and that touch of his lips was something unreal. They were soft, a little dry and tinged with tobacco bitterness. The kiss wasn't long, only a couple of seconds, but for me it was the longest seconds in the world. Pulling away from him, I immediately noticed the way his eyes rounded. Mark was staring at me like he'd seen a ghost, not making a sound, just staring, afraid to move. Then I decided to act for sure, and touched his neck very gently with my fingertips. The boy shuddered and his lips, which had been tightly pressed together all this time, opened slightly, allowing him to exhale, and then I kissed him for real, penetrating his mouth with my tongue, pulling his lips apart and wetting them with my saliva. Mark gave in to my manipulations and began to move his tongue too. We kissed for several minutes. During that time, my hand was already well under his t-shirt, touching his firm belly and nipples. Mark was well-built, and I had always wanted to run my hand over his stomach, which I easily did without any resistance. Mark was trembling with excitement. He pulled off his T-shirt, tossed it into the back seat of the car, and pulled the lever securing the seat sharply. The back of the seat slid smoothly backwards, and now Mark was in a reclining position, sliding his strong hand down the back of my neck and beginning to press down so that I could touch my lips to his chest. Step by step, kiss by kiss, I went lower and lower until the tart smell of a man's body hit my nose. Or rather, the underside of that body. The head of his penis was sticking out from under the belt of his jeans, giving me an idea of the overall size of his manhood. I hadn't expected this, and I briefly ran my tongue over the clear liquid that came out. Mark groaned and quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers, giving me more room to manoeuvre. I sucked for the first time, ineptly, assisted by my hand. Every now and then Mark put his hands on my head and pressed me down hard on his cock, holding me breathless and releasing me only when I wheezed and tried to pull away. He was both rough and gentle at the same time, and his cock was just a fucking tool. He came quickly. In my mouth. Without warning, and without making hardly a sound, he just breathed a little more intensely and pressed my head against his. I had to swallow. And when his grip loosened, and I was able to take his cock out of my mouth, and some of the cum started running down the shaft. Even now it was hard to think that he was able to fit all of it inside me. It was very big indeed. Mark took out a cigarette with a satisfied mien and started smoking, putting his trousers back on and returning the car seat to its place. Afterwards, as if nothing had happened, he suggested we stop off at the supermarket and get something to eat. I agreed. To tell you the truth, I wasn't hurt by his non-involvement. I got what I wanted. I wanted to please him. I didn't even think about mutual caresses at that moment. I was afraid that after he was done, our relationship would falter and everything would fall apart, but that didn't happen. We still talked, we still crossed paths, we still hung out in his car in the evenings. And sometimes he could just flip the back of the chair back without a word, and my lips would be clutching his cock.
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So he came, we thought he'd sell clothes. But he suddenly pulls out a box with a naked woman on it and shakes it: Here's what you want! Porn! We don't really get it, of course. He starts explaining to us what's in there and how. My boys and I listened so much that we got aroused (we were all in shorts, because the Institute of Physical Education, so you could see how the men stood up). In short, we shuffled around, scraped it up, and gave almost all of it away. There is also a problem: what to look at? We went and borrowed the player for a packet of macaroni, we were very impatient. We switched on porn, not yet fully understanding what it is. Then on the screen appeared some [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ bitch] with the third size of breasts and started greedily caressing her hairy pussy, moaning loudly and stroking her tits. Suddenly, all four shafts, as if on cue, almost ripped through the shorts. 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While we had Nikita in all holes, the dean's son came running, who called with him three of the most rugged women from the women's dormitory, which he was very excited and for whom he tail dragged, hoping for a shag. The women were drunk and only got excited. The guy realised that it was necessary to hook up, and, having sharply thrown the tittiest of the women on the sofa, began to insert her. I saw it out of the corner of my eye, as I was preparing to release liquid into Nikita. The two remaining women took out a camera and started to take pictures of us. In the meantime, the guys and I finished fucking, came to our senses, and not fully realising what we had done, we left with the half-drunk chicks, leaving the snitch to fuck the whore.<br>Then there was a terrible scandal: it turned out that the woman was on drugs, and the snitch only helped her to pass away. She died, and he, as we were later told in the hospital, spent another 15 minutes kicking the corpse. 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If a friend happens to have a sudden...
I want to share my story. For a very long time I wanted to forget about it, then somehow I got over it, and now, when I have been married for a long time and will soon have a second child, I even like it. All this happened at the height of the 90's, when I was studying at the second faculty at the Institute of Physical Education. I lived in a hostel, as I came from a small town to the capital of the region. The country was in a state known to everyone, but besides hunger, crisis and unemployment, the whole sex thing started. By the way, we shared a room, four of us, counting me. All from the countryside, all pumped up, dark, crazy. And we didn't know about sex, and all the things that came to our country from abroad with it. And here we are in our second year. We're sitting around doing some shit. Suddenly there was a ruckus in the dorm: a student from abroad brought some stuff. We didn't go, we knew he'd come and sell it to us. So he came, we thought he'd sell clothes. But he suddenly pulls out a box with a naked woman on it and shakes it: Here's what you want! Porn! We don't really get it, of course. He starts explaining to us what's in there and how. My boys and I listened so much that we got aroused (we were all in shorts, because the Institute of Physical Education, so you could see how the men stood up). In short, we shuffled around, scraped it up, and gave almost all of it away. There is also a problem: what to look at? We went and borrowed the player for a packet of macaroni, we were very impatient. We switched on porn, not yet fully understanding what it is. Then on the screen appeared some bitch with the third size of breasts and started greedily caressing her hairy pussy, moaning loudly and stroking her tits. Suddenly, all four shafts, as if on cue, almost ripped through the shorts. The slut continued to greedily fondle herself, and we gradually and involuntarily began to encompass our rock-hard cocks. Then all of us quickly threw off our shorts and started jerking off. I remember how greedily I was driving my giant, Stor exhausted with the desire to put this blonde in. The guys did not lag behind, and in some ways succeeded. And here the beauty is already all sweaty, and I am high from a wild orgasm and ready to launch a projectile of sperm, but then suddenly everything is switched off. Either because of the player or because of the disc, but there's nothing. This is where we felt the worst bummer of our lives. Meanwhile, all the guys were getting turned on and were about to reach a delightful orgasm. We looked at each other, at the instruments, and again at us. Our eyes read: Where do we put all this heat? There was only one way out. I had never had gay fantasies before, but I had always noted handsome men among men, guided by my taste. And when I went to physical education, with us in the dormitory settled, Bitch as for me, just a standard of beauty. His name was Nikita, he was a year younger than me, he had simply gorgeous musculature, but he was extremely thin. He later reminded me of such an actor from porn, who plays a guy who looks at the cheating and takes part. I always forget the name. And considering this fact, plus all my sexual excitement, plus the fact that he was sitting right next to me, plus the fact that he had the biggest cock in the company, I instantly wrapped my hands around his phallus and began to jerk it off intensively. The guys were watching eagerly with their jerks. After a lot of jerking off, Nikita cummed right on my face. Here I could not stop and jumped on his cock. Meanwhile, the most pumped of us, who, as it seemed to us, was just a sex giant, now modestly nestled his peeper and began to jerk my cock with gusto. The fourth, the dean's son, instantly jumped on the spot and ran out of the room in terror. We, however, did not stop and only became more active in having sex. After a long stay in such a position, it was as if we had become one and without prior collusion, we formed the following figure: Nikita stood up, I began to insert from behind, and the jock began to force the cancer to blowjob. The same had no choice, and he sucked roughly. While we had Nikita in all holes, the dean's son came running, who called with him three of the most rugged women from the women's dormitory, which he was very excited and for whom he tail dragged, hoping for a shag. The women were drunk and only got excited. The guy realised that it was necessary to hook up, and, having sharply thrown the tittiest of the women on the sofa, began to insert her. I saw it out of the corner of my eye, as I was preparing to release liquid into Nikita. The two remaining women took out a camera and started to take pictures of us. In the meantime, the guys and I finished fucking, came to our senses, and not fully realising what we had done, we left with the half-drunk chicks, leaving the snitch to fuck the whore.
Then there was a terrible scandal: it turned out that the woman was on drugs, and the snitch only helped her to pass away. She died, and he, as we were later told in the hospital, spent another 15 minutes kicking the corpse. There was a big row at uni. He started to justify that we were making a gay scene here. We made the most bewildered faces, Inzest so we couldn't help but believe him. What the fuck is homosexuality, man? Two women confirmed that they only saw their friend and this guy (we knew that we had witnesses, so immediately after leaving the room, we fucked them hard, so that in the morning they doubted very much that they saw us gays) The case of that guy was hushed up, but he was expelled from the university. In the end I realised that the country was fucked up and transferred to a normal university. Then, by the way, I dated one of those two women for a long time. She died of an overdose at a party in '98. I got married, had a kid, but I still keep those old photos of our threesome. I often hope I'll meet him one day and fuck him good!