| 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 [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Lesbisk] I are not junkies, but we like to smoke from time to time. Rather, 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 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, [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Lesbisch] 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 [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Dziewczyna] 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, 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.
| | 얼마나 많은 사람들이 당신을 게이라고 생각하는지 안다면 그렇게 농담하지 않을 것입니다.<br>대마초를 피워본 적이 있나요? 그것은 모든 사람에게 다르게 영향을 미치고, [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Schwester] 누군가는 "하하"효과를 얻고, [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ милф] 누군가는 무언가에 대해 생각하기 시작하고 무언가에 대해 정말 흥분하고, 누군가는 단지 취해서 문제에서 벗어나고, 누군가는 아마도 그 위에 앉아 관절이없는 그의 하루를 상상할 수 없을 것입니다. 각자의 취향이겠죠. 제 친구와 저는 약쟁이는 아니지만 때때로 담배를 피우는 것을 좋아합니다. 오히려 제 친구는 그것을 좋아하고 저는 회사를 좋아합니다. 그는 항상 혼자 담배를 피우는 것은 지루하다고 말하며 내가 거절하면 나를 때릴 것입니다. 그리고 그의 얼굴에이 말이 끝나면 항상 미소가 나타나고 그의 손은 이미 필요한 재료로 담배를 채우고 있습니다. 솔직히 말해서 나는 그의 미소를 거의 거부 할 수 없었습니다. 그가 웃으면 뱃속의 무언가가 움켜쥐는 것 같고 저는 ... 무슨 일이든 기꺼이 따라가게 되죠. 그는 분명히 그것을 모르거나 짐작할 수는 있지만 확실히 알지 못합니다. 저는 그의 차도 정말 좋아해요. 이렇게 다정한 미소와 차를 가진 절친이 있다는 건 궁극의 꿈이 실현된 거죠. 저희 관계를 조금 더 자세히 들여다보면 학년이 다르긴 했지만 초등학교 때부터 친구로 지냈어요. 그는 저보다 한 살 많지만 학교에서도 쉬는 시간에 함께 어울리는 것을 막지는 못했습니다. 함께 자랐고, [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Сестра] 처음으로 맥주를 마셔보기도 하고, 학교 밖으로 나가 함께 담배를 피우기도 했죠. 우리 우정에 대한 인식의 전환점이 된 순간이 있었던 것으로 기억합니다. 다소 과장된 표현이긴 하지만, 우리는 종종 없는 곳에서 의미를 발견하곤 하죠. 어쨌든요. 어쨌든 우리는 그와 함께 길을 걷고 있었고, 여가 시간에 길거리를 배회하는 평범한 십대들처럼 서성이고 있었는데 같은 반 여학생 몇 명이 우리 쪽으로 걸어오고 있었습니다. 이름은 몰랐지만 마크가 그들과 이야기를 나누는 모습은 자주 보았어요. 그 중 한 여자애는 우리가 어디든 함께 다니는 다정한 커플 같다며 결혼하자고 소리쳤어요. 저는 그 친구를 흔쾌히 안아주며 곧 결혼할 수 있을 거라고 덧붙였습니다. 웃는 소녀들과 헤어질 때 그가 저에게 한 말을 잊지 못할 거예요. "얼마나 많은 사람들이 당신을 게이라고 생각하는지 알았다면 그런 농담은 하지 않았을 거예요. 그 말이 정말 마음에 와 닿아서 제 자신을 파헤치기 시작했고, 파헤치다 보면 끔찍한 것을 발견할 수밖에 없죠. 그냥 일어나서 "그래, 나는 게이야"라고 말할 수는 없죠. 먼저 이 모든 감정, 생각, 초기 욕망의 메아리를 이해해야 하고, 그다음에는 당황해야 합니다. 그래서 바로 그 말을 듣고 나서 제가 진짜 누구인지 생각하기 시작했습니다. 그리고 더 많이 생각할수록 제가 마크를 친구 이상으로 좋아한다는 사실을 깨달았어요. 그러다 상황이 더 나빠졌어요. 마크는 여자 친구를 사귀기 시작했고, 우리는 함께 외출하는 횟수가 줄어들었고, 저는 마크에게 자주 전화할 이유를 찾지 못했어요. 시간이 지날수록 우리는 더 자주 만나기 시작했고, 제 '어른스러운' 몸과 마음은 어떻게든 친구를 기쁘게 해 주려고 노력하기 시작했어요. 마크는 도로에서 떨어진 마당에 차를 주차하고 즉시 담배를 꺼내 창문 너머로 담배를 모두 털어 내고 계획이있는 봉지를 꺼내 빈 담배에 봉지의 내용물을 조심스럽게 채우고 끝을 비틀고 혀로 종이를 충분히 적셔서 관절이 너무 빨리 타지 않도록했습니다. 마크가 혀를 사용하는 것을 보는 것은 특히 즐거웠고, 그의 입술과 입, 그리고 혀는 내 영혼을 따뜻하게하고 내 위장을 특별한 방식으로 반응하게 만드는 일종의 소소한 일이었습니다. 마크가 담배를 건네며 뚜껑을 다시 닫을 때까지 타는 플립업 캡이 달린 멋진 라이터를 꺼냈고, 바로 그 순간 차 안이 환한 불꽃으로 불타오르기 시작했습니다. 저는 담배를 입술에 대고 불을 붙이려고 손을 뻗었습니다. 대마초를 피우는 방법은 너무 많아서 일일이 설명하려면 시간이 많이 걸리니 제가 특히 좋아했던 방법 하나에 집중해 보겠습니다. 바로 "베이핑"입니다. 한 사람이 마리화나를 입에 물고 타는 쪽을 안쪽으로 향하게 한 다음 입술로 필터를 막고 연기를 상대방의 입 속으로 내뿜으면, 그 순간 입술에 최대한 가까이 다가가는 방식입니다. 마치 만지지 않고 키스하는 것과 비슷합니다. 아시다시피이 방법은 저에게 특별하며 Mark가 연기를 입으로 내뿜을 때마다 그의 행동을 제어하는 것처럼 그의 어깨에 손을 부드럽게 얹어 "연기"가 낭비되지 않도록합니다. 첫 번째 퍼프를 피우면서 저는 친구에게 담배를 건네주었습니다. 마크는 제 모범을 따라 한 모금 들이마시고 몇 초 후 저에게 다가와 담배를 뒤집으며 "가져가라"고 제안했습니다. |