Finally having a week off from work, I decided to take an early morning walk along the water side. As I walked the four blocks to the water, I noticed an old overweight, and extremely unattractive black man, who was laying on the floor and seemed to have fallen. I walked through the man's gate and down his walkway to where he was laying.
"Oh Sir are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm okay, but can you please help me up?" he pleaded.
"Of course!" I said.
I bent down, and almost broke my back lifting him up since he was so heavy. Now standing, he looked even heavier, with a huge protruding stomach, double chin, and fat face and hands. Of course I am no one to talk, being 5ft. 2in. tall, and 230lbs., myself, but I was much thinner than he was.
He practically begged me to come in for a cup of coffee for helping him, and I politely said "No thank you."
"Oh please, let me say thank you for your help, and you can keep an old man company for a little while."
At that point I felt bad for him, and followed him inside. He showed me to the living room so I could sit down and relax while he went and got the coffee. His home was nice, and I was wondering if he lived alone.
He entered the room carrying a tray with coffee, and some Danish.
"Sugar and milk dear?" he asked.
"Yes please," I answered.
He handed me my cup, and sat down on the sofa next to me. He was quite large, and the love seat was a tight fit for both of us. I felt a little uncomfortable being so close to a total stranger like this, and he could sense my uneasiness.
"Don't worry dear, I won't bite," he said laughing.
"Not unless you want me to," he added winking at me. I just laughed it off, and we began talking. I discovered his name was Bruno and his wife had passed on three years before, and he had two adult children, living with their own families. He also mentioned he was sixty seven years old, and smoked marijuana. I mentioned to him that I also smoke, and he got up and came back with a wooden box, that he handed to me.
"Open it up dear," he said.
I did and inside was the coolest pipe, and greenest marijuana I had ever seen. I really wanted to smoke this stuff, but I always get so horny when I smoke, so I was hesitant. He took the pipe from the box and filled the bowl, and lit it and handed it to me. I probably shouldn't have but I took it and took a nice long toke, and handed it back to him, but he put his hand up and insisted I smoke more. I took another long toke, and put the pipe down on the table and sat back, and closed my eyes, as my high began to take over me.
"Smoke dear, I have plenty," he said startling me.
I sat up and again took another toke from the pipe, and I felt Bruno's big fat hand rubbing up and down my back. I was very stoned by now, and I let him do what he wanted. When I didn't protest his touching me, he roughly pushed my back against the sofa and began playing with my tits. I got nervous and pushed him away telling him it wasn't right.
