James Was a Pot Virgin
James had never smoked pot before he met me. He looked so cute, his first attempts, he became all weak and feeble, stumbling with what to do. It was the first time I’d seen his confidence fail him, adorable. Then his head always spun so severely, it still does, that he’d always have to sit down, not matter how hard he fought it, and he fought it hard. I’ve tried to suggest that he have every second joint to me, but he’ll have none of it, I’m sure he thinks that I think I am conning him some how, I don’t know, shrug. So, accordingly, he has gone from zero to pothead, no training wheels, not trial period. Pat on the back, he has more than kept up his end of the narrative.
His eyes spin and he goes all giddy, it is adorable. Felling a big, strapping boy just with a home made splif, it’s fun.
“Don’t roll another one.”
If he ever gets a bit lippy, I just roll him a joint, it quietens him right down. Shazam!
James hasn’t gone home since New Years Eve. I didn’t really envision him hanging around for 3 days, but it has been good, easy. We’ve been working on his marijuana skills for that time. It had to be done. He is hopeless at smoking it. He looks kind of retarded as he puffs on it. He is not a natural smoke, he just looks awkward and I want to take it from him and say, “Stop embarrassing yourself, mate.”
You know what that is like? He holds it wrong from the get go, then he approaches his mouth on the wrong angle, then he purses his lips and everything kind of shivers as contact is made. Then he makes these tentative fish lips as he tries to draw. Then he just sits there closed mouthed and, I don’t know, hopes the whole thing works by osmosis.
“You’ve never smoked a joint before?” I remember asking him early on.
“I’ve never smoked anything.”
So that’s what we have been doing.
He has looked kind of bozz-eyed for the 3 days, but it has been kind of adorable watching him. That amazing handsome face with red, watering eyes akimbo. Too cute. The silly smile that he can’t quite get off his face. The spontaneous laughing. He is trying very hard and not progressing a great deal. At least he doesn’t cough now with every drag.
His eyes spin and he goes all giddy, it is adorable. Felling a big, strapping boy just with a home made splif, it’s fun.
“Don’t roll another one.”
If he ever gets a bit lippy, I just roll him a joint, it quietens him right down. Shazam!
James hasn’t gone home since New Years Eve. I didn’t really envision him hanging around for 3 days, but it has been good, easy. We’ve been working on his marijuana skills for that time. It had to be done. He is hopeless at smoking it. He looks kind of retarded as he puffs on it. He is not a natural smoke, he just looks awkward and I want to take it from him and say, “Stop embarrassing yourself, mate.”
You know what that is like? He holds it wrong from the get go, then he approaches his mouth on the wrong angle, then he purses his lips and everything kind of shivers as contact is made. Then he makes these tentative fish lips as he tries to draw. Then he just sits there closed mouthed and, I don’t know, hopes the whole thing works by osmosis.
“You’ve never smoked a joint before?” I remember asking him early on.
“I’ve never smoked anything.”
So that’s what we have been doing.
He has looked kind of bozz-eyed for the 3 days, but it has been kind of adorable watching him. That amazing handsome face with red, watering eyes akimbo. Too cute. The silly smile that he can’t quite get off his face. The spontaneous laughing. He is trying very hard and not progressing a great deal. At least he doesn’t cough now with every drag.
I am up early. It is hot. Apparently, it is going to be 41 degrees today.
Daniel’s been playing hide the sausage with some girl he met New Years Eve. She’s a 19 year old uni student, who lives with her parents in Doncaster, who appears intermittently since New Years day, looking more and more dishevelled. The last appearance was topless in Daniel’s jocks saying that she just couldn’t understand why her mouth was so dry. She needed water. She then stumbled off into the distance with the whole water filter in her hand with two glasses in the other hand.
James and I watched a movie marathon.
Daniel has appeared twice, kind of shiny with sweat, in his own jocks, unconsciously adjusting what looked like, on at least one occasion, half a woody, plump in the cup of his jocks. That gets James going, (when he is high, at least) he so wants to suck on it while I fuck his arse. Then suggest that Daniel takes over to plug his, now, hungry hole, it makes James spurt his thick, white cum just about every time. So you can imagine how distracting it is for him when Daniel comes out half naked, clearly, at least semi, aroused.
Daniel’s been playing hide the sausage with some girl he met New Years Eve. She’s a 19 year old uni student, who lives with her parents in Doncaster, who appears intermittently since New Years day, looking more and more dishevelled. The last appearance was topless in Daniel’s jocks saying that she just couldn’t understand why her mouth was so dry. She needed water. She then stumbled off into the distance with the whole water filter in her hand with two glasses in the other hand.
James and I watched a movie marathon.
Daniel has appeared twice, kind of shiny with sweat, in his own jocks, unconsciously adjusting what looked like, on at least one occasion, half a woody, plump in the cup of his jocks. That gets James going, (when he is high, at least) he so wants to suck on it while I fuck his arse. Then suggest that Daniel takes over to plug his, now, hungry hole, it makes James spurt his thick, white cum just about every time. So you can imagine how distracting it is for him when Daniel comes out half naked, clearly, at least semi, aroused.
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