I need a weed merchant - Pietermaritzburg

I'll choke myself if you don't
My apartment had become my drug dealer's default hang out over the last few months. He was a cool kid, 17 going on 18 who'd taken over his older brother's weed business after the inevitable departure for college. I'd been high school friends with the older brother of course, and that's how I came to know, and hang out, with Liam.

At first he would just drop by my small apartment so I could buy my weed, and he'd stay over five to ten minutes to chat and smoke a cigarette. His brother and I had been fast friends but never close enough that I kept in touch with him, so I asked for news through the kid. To tell the truth, I obviously thought he was hot. Otherwise I wouldn't have tried to get him to stay, "you wanna hang and smoke one?" and all. He did and we had a laugh. We did that a few more times.

Then, once, he came round and was with a friend, right out of soccer practice. He dropped a big sports bag on the floor and pulled the ziplock bag full of weed out of a bundle of dirty clothes and apologetically smiled. I tried to play it off like it was a funny inconvenience as the smell of the two sweaty players was filling the room. Then they made like they were an imposition and were gonna leave, and I invited them to smoke some weed and relax before that. That was a gamble. I was thinking, they're gonna want to shower. But they said yes. As they sat down on the couch and I sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, Liam's friend said his name Enzo, and thanked him for a warm welcome.

"I'm a pretty welcoming guy, I'm told."

We smoked and laughed, played music, talked about random stuff. Liam's brother, Ben, had a steady girl now, he told me.

Back when we were in high school together, the lack of a girlfriend had driven Ben to ask me to suck him off a few times, and those we good memories. I obviously didn't say that, but wondered if as well as passing on his legacy weed business, Ben had also passed on his various sex stories and his little black book of horny clients. Ben had been a mystery. Incredibly hot, as Liam was, a sort of tall, tall skinny Irish boy with incredible bone structure and a cocky smile. He had a little coterie of preppy girls at school who pretended he didn't exist but would buy from him and let him fuck them in secret. Yet all he wanted was a steady girl and good head. "And that's so hard to find?" I had asked.

"Hell yeah, man. Girls don't give good head."

So I was the giver of good head. Ben was never that into it, though. I could make him hard and come with only my mouth and throat, but if he had his eyes closed. If he looked at me, he would invariably laugh and go, "Bro, that's so weird," and lose his erection. It did make the sessions longer, though.

That afternoon with Liam and Enzo didn't lead to anything at the moment, but it did make Enzo quite familiar with me, and Liam much friendlier. No longer was I just a client. He called me "Bro" every other sentence.



It all happened when they came into the bar/restaurant I work at. They came in late afternoon as I was an hour away from my shit, for desserts and coffee. After a quick chat with Liam, I snuck a bit of Jack Daniel's in each of their glasses of Coke, and joined them when I was done. Liam had come with Enzo, and two other friends. We shot the shit for a while and when the evening came around, they invited me to a party with them. Liam was insistent, Enzo even more, and his other friends very welcoming, so I went. Obviously this is a rationalization. My hot drug dealer and his hot friends said "do" so I did. In a small, boring town full of bottoms, one quickly goes cock crazy.

The party was quite fun, a mix of high school kids, older siblings, people I knew or absolutely did not, enough drugs and alcohol to kill all of us twice, and a pool. That was very good news for the guys since pool meant girls in bathing suits, and discovering it's a pool party as you arrive means guys will just bathe in their boxers. Win-win.

I watched from the corner of my eyes as Liam and his bros went on the hunt, as I caught up with old friends and made some new. An old friend of Ben's, Ricky, had found me and he grabbed me by the shoulder and told his friend, "yo once, I went with Ben to see this kid, and it was a surprise the school's gay kid was a pothead, but then this motherfucker smoked me under the table. Tonight, I shall have my revenge!" and he proceeded to try to smoke me out. Ricky's problem wasn't my high tolerance, though, it was his weak constitution.

As the party was dying down and I decided to head out, I could only find Liam still out in the garden, smoking all alone near the pool.

"Friends went to bed?"

"Yeah, but in a shitty way for me," he answered. As I settled next to him, he handed me his joint. "They're all fucking."

"Why aren't you fucking? I saw you talk to girls all night.

"Classic mistake, bro. Talked to a few girls, all very open. Then I see this fucking, this incredible fucking girl, like, the girl."

"Super super hot?"

"Exactly. Way more than you think. But as soon as we start talking, it's very clear she's not down to fuck tonight. But, like an idiot, I persisted. Got her number though, but nothing else, and now all the horny girls are already having sex."

"Classic mistake, indeed."

"You're going home, bro?"

"Yeah, party's dying down, Ricky's finally asleep... You staying?"

I meant that to say, "aren't you going home too," but he surprised me by answering, "Hell, nah. What d'you feel like doing?"

Before I'd fully registered, I said, "I feel like going home and smoking until I sleep."

"How about I try to smoke you out?" he asked.

"That might work." It hit me then. He was going home with me. In a way.

On the way to my place, he kept talking about The Girl, and then drifted to the other ones he could actually have fucked. By the time we were on my couch, each of us with a fat joint in hand, he had a hand almost permanently stuck to his crotch. As we kept getting higher and talking, I saw him several times almost stick his hand inside of his clothes to grab his dick, and then stop himself in the nick of time.

At some point he looked at me au laughed all the smoke out of his lungs before saying, "Aight, bro, I'm sorry but I'm horny as fuck and I'm gonna have to leave to take care of it." He made a jack-off motion.

"A sad handy for a sad boy," I mocked him.

"Ah, don't be like that. It's not like you're fucking either, tonight."

"Yeah, true."

Liam stayed silent for a minute, then finally grabbed his crotch through his jeans with a sigh of relief. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"You're... you're gay, right?"

"That's the gist of it, yes."

"Ever since I started with the business, I've been wondering... like, my brother, it's pretty well known he was, well, a slut."

"Incredible slut, yes."

"So I was wondering if you and him... If you ever, you know..."

"Liam," I said, "there's only one rule in this house. Questions are to be asked directly."

"Why is that a rule?"

"Generally because I'm too high to pay attention to a long winded question, but in this case it's because it's not that crucial a question, not that important a reveal."

"Oh." A few seconds of silence. "So did y'all ever fuck?"

"No, never." The look of disappointment on his face was priceless, but it was after all the truth. However, sensing my opportunity, I added the equally truthful, "I did suck his cock a few times, though." Now Liam was staring at me, and I laughed to myself, "Well, sucked's a big word. I did spend several non-consecutive hours choking myself on his cock, yes. Or being choked."

"Well, that's clear." He was now squeezing his dick, still as discreetly as possible, but a crotch being where it is, it was very clear.

"Liam, are you gonna jack off on my couch?" He let go of his cock like it was burning. "I mean, it's very much okay, I like watching. But that would be a bit like torture, don't you think?"


Almost breathless, he asked, "why... would would it be torture?"

"Because, it absolutely is if I can watch but not touch. Like a mirage of an oasis in the middle of the desert."

He was biting his lower lip and staring at me. "You... you wanna?"

"Ask what you wanna ask, Liam."

Deep breath, gathering his courage. "You wanna suck this cock?"

I smiled. "Absolutely, but is this what you really want to ask?"

"Fine, ok. Charlie. Do you want to choke on this cock? I really need to choke you, now that you've mentioned it."

"With pleasure."

He smiled, and immediately lost confidence. "How... how do we do it?"

"With your cock out, hopefully."

"Yeah, yeah," he laughed as he got up. "But, like, here?"

"I have this couch here and a bed in my room. Name your location and position."

I saw the wheels turning behind his eyes. "And I can choke you for real?"

"I'll choke myself if you don't."

He kept thinking for a second, dragging smoke out of his joint. "Is it bad if I tell you to get in your knees at my feet?" He was fidgeting with the zipper on his jeans.

I sighed with exasperation. "Hey, man, if you wanna get to choking me, you gotta take charge at some point. I'm not known to be a bossy bottom."

"Yeah, you seem more of the bitchy bottom type," he answered with a laugh. Then he grabbed me by the hair, dragged me from my position sitting down on the couch to standing up in front of him, then pushed me to my knees all in the same movement. "You better get to sucking, then, I've been sitting on this hard-on for a while now." With his other hand, he unzipped his jeans and pushed them