I knew that I shouldn't have gone out the night before. Too many beers and staying out way too late was taking its toll on me as the alarm sounded at 7 am on Saturday morning. I was in my Sophomore year of college and during registration the only day that the Psych 1 class was available was on Saturday morning from 9 am until 12 pm. I had done well the first semester, not going out on Friday nights or making sure that I was home early and in bed for my class the next morning.
After winter break, I was feeling a little bit of cabin fever when my friend said that his band was playing a gig at one of the best clubs in town on Friday and that I had to come. The club was known for having the hottest girls in the sexiest outfits and was not easy to get into. With a VIP waiver from my friend, it wouldn't be any problem for me to get in, so I decided to go. The show went great and I had a great time dancing and drinking with a group of band friends and groupies. When I finally stumbled back into my apartment at 2 am, I knew it was going to be problem getting up for class the next morning.
As the alarm rang jolting my aching head and tired body, I reached over and hit the snooze button to get just a few more minutes of sleep. The next thing I knew, I rolled over to look at the clock and it said 8:25 am! "Oh shit, I'm going to be late!" I stammered as I leapt out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I dunked my head in the sink, brushed my hair and teeth and threw on some clothes. I was out the door in less than 10 minutes and jumping in the car for my 35-minute commute across town to class.
When I turned onto the Interstate, I was feeling good about getting there right on time or maybe just a few minutes late. That was until I hit the backup on the highway about 3 miles down the road. How were all 3 lanes of highway packed with people at a dead stop this early on a Saturday morning? There was nowhere to go, so I crawled along with everyone else watching the clock tick away, knowing that I was never going to make it at this point. When I finally got to the cause of the backup, they had the highway down to one lane so that they could paint the lines on the road. I kept driving towards school and finally arrived about 50 minutes late for class. At this point, I didn't want the embarrassment of walking in and getting called out by my professor, so I decided that I would just head over to the park near campus and do some studying and relax.
When I got to the park it was mostly empty. Even though it was a warm morning for late January. It was overcast and had been raining earlier, so I'm sure a lot of people just decided to stay home until it cleared up. I pulled into a spot next to the lake and rolled the windows down and began to study. A few cars drove through, but no one stopped, and I was enjoying the peace and quiet. After about a half hour, a car pulled in and drove through. It circled around the lot twice and finally pulled up in the space right next to me.
With all the spots available, I was a little perturbed that they had decided to park right next to me. The driver shut the engine off and rolled his windows down. He had his stereo playing loud enough so that it was interrupting the quiet sounds of the birds and lake and I just kind of looked over at him and rolled my eyes. I don't know if he saw me and I didn't care, I just wanted to be left alone and finish my studying.
After about 10 minutes, I get the distinct whiff of weed in the air and look over to see him smoking a joint. He didn't care to hide it or keep me from smelling it as it wafted over my way. I wasn't a big smoker but didn't mind smoking a joint or two when I was stressed or wanted to relax. The weed smelled good, like some sticky skunk bud, so I wasn't bothered by him being there. After a few minutes, he saw me look his way and said he was sorry about interrupting me. I said that it was cool and that his weed smelled good. He didn't hesitate to ask if I wanted to smoke a joint with him. With the morning I was having I figured it wouldn't hurt to have a few hits and so I said sure, I'd like to smoke one with him.
As I got out of my car, I couldn't help but notice that he was a decent looking guy with dark brown curly hair, a T-shirt and jeans on. I got in the front seat next to him and he introduced himself as Jim. I said "Hi, I'm Mark it's nice to meet you."
I asked him if he came here often to smoke and he said no, just occasionally, when he wanted to get away from his parents. He said that he was going to the same school as I was but was commuting from home. He had gone to the school to work out in the gym, but the basketball team was there having an early morning practice, so he came here to chill for a while until they were done.
He asked what I was doing there, so I told him my story and he said he knew the feeling! Jim was looking fit as he sat in the driver's seat. He had a muscular build and probably weighed about 185 or 190 pounds. He had soft brown eyes and a calming smile. I didn't feel uncomfortable at all as he reached below his seat and brought out a tray with some papers and a bag of pot on it. As he set the tray in his lap, this was the first time that I noticed the large bulge in the crotch of his jeans. I couldn't help but wonder how much he had packed into those tight jeans, as it was obvious that he was bigger than average. I looked away before he caught me staring but I couldn't help but think about what size he was and whether he was cut or uncut.
It had been almost two years since my older neighbor invited me into his home and ended up jerking me off and then taking my virgin ass on his sofa. Since that day, I had fantasized about being with another man several times but had never had any chance come up. I especially wanted to suck another man's cock since I didn't get to do it during my first experience. Jim took his time cleaning and rolling up a big joint for us to share. As he did, I would steal quick glances at his bulge and started to fantasize about what it would be like to give him a blow job.
After a few minutes, he finished the joint and grabbed his lighter and lit it. The odor of killer skunk bud filled the air as he handed the joint to me. I took my first hit and held it as long as I could before my lungs exploded and I started coughing and gagging. He apologized and said he should have warned me that it was some potent stuff. After just a couple of hits, I was already starting to feel the high hitting me hard. I started to get that warm and calm feeling that I enjoyed when I smoked. We were only about halfway through the joint when I caught myself staring at his crotch with my mouth open and then licking my lips. I was so embarrassed when I looked up and he was looking right at me holding the joint my way. He just kind of smiled and said "here, it's your hit."
I kind of mumbled "thanks" and took it from him looking away so that I didn't make eye contact with him. As I went to hand it back to him, I noticed that he had moved his other hand down and was adjusting his bulge. It was seeming to get even bigger as I did everything that I could not to let him catch me looking at it. We finally finished the joint and I was getting super stoned!
After a few minutes, I said I really needed something to drink so he said let's run to the store up the street and get something. I agreed and we pulled out of the lot and headed to the store.
When we got to the store, we were laughing as we got out of the car. I got a huge head rush as I got out and had to stop and catch my balance before we went in. He was ahead of me and I couldn't help but check out the nice ass that he had in his jeans. We went in and I headed to the fountain drinks to get a soda and after a couple of minutes, he came around the corner walking towards me. He was tall, about 6' or so, with a smooth walk and really looked hot as he walked down the aisle.
I stared at his bulge again and he reached down and grabbed it and shook it at me when he caught me looking. I laughed, embarrassed again that he had caught me a second time looking at his dick. We grabbed the drinks and some munchies, paid and headed back to the car. We didn't say anything as we drove back to the park. When we got back to the park, he didn't drive to the spot where we had met and my car was, but to a more secluded spot away from everything and everyone.
He put the car in park and asked me if I wanted to smoke another joint. I don't know what got into me, maybe it was the weed or how calm he made me feel around him, but I said, "sure we could smoke another joint, but I'd rather smoke something else right now!"
Who was this bold guy that just made a pass at a total stranger?
