Date: Tue, 7 May 2013 11:25:52 -0700 (PDT) From: August Zellner Subject: Julian - Day 6B JULIAN Day 6 Part B (Julian's Penis, reprise) When I got upstairs and into my bedroom (which at this point was the 2nd bedroom, not the master) the first thing I actually did was take all my clothes off. Even though I was a total nervous wreck by this time, I figured "in for a penny, in for a pound" – if Julian was gonna watch his porn naked, so was I. But then I chickened out just slightly and put on one of my soft thin low-rise briefs – because really, I'm a somewhat overweight old geezer and there was no reason to force a beautiful young forest clan elder to have to be looking at my shriveled old genitals while we watched our porn. He should be looking at Mexican porn stars' genitals, not mine, I reasoned. Then the next thing I did was swallow not one, but two 100 mg pills of Viagra, and also a broken piece of a pill that was sitting there in the vial – because maybe that would be enough to overcome my nervous wreckage so I could get hard, and maybe it wouldn't, but anyway if there was one time I should ever risk overdosing on Viagra this was definitely it. Then and only then did I fetch my stash box. When I sat back down on the couch Julian looked at the stash box and said, "Oh – THAT'S where the reefer is? I thought I was just a little tool box!" "Well actually," I said, "it IS a little tool box. Nice disguise, eh?" "Yeah ..." Now it just so happens I usually smoke my weed from my favorite pipe – which was right there in the stash box – but I didn't want to have to teach Julian how to use my pipe or have to keep reloading it or blah blah blah – so I decided to roll a joint for this occasion. I reached over and snatched the Resort Directory & Welcome Packet off the coffee table and put it on my lap to use as a flat surface to do that. Then I set out my paraphernalia and a rolling paper (JOB 1.5) to get started. Julian looked down into the stash box and suddenly seemed confused. "I don't see no bag of pot in here," he said, "I thought you said you had pot?" Then he picked a smallish still-factory-sealed jar out of the box and look at it quizzically. "And what the fuck is this?" Now it was my turn to laugh. "I guess you've never heard of `legal weed,' have you?" I said. "Huh?" he grunted. "Well, that's `legal weed.' And please don't open that one – I have one here that's already open." And as I took a zip-locked pouch out of the stash box and started rolling the joint, I told Julian the story of me and pot and legal weed. "So, I've been a pot smoker my whole life since I started college. For years I was a daily pot-head. But then I met my wife and got married and settled down – and my wife was and still is very anti-pot. So from the time I met her, I gradually cut back, and cut back, and cut back – until by the time I was in my 40's I was only getting stoned about once a month or less, ya know, when I could get away with it without her knowing – OR when I'm traveling out of town by myself and what she don't know won't hurt her!" At this Julian giggled. "Yeah, but if you're only smoking once in a while it also only takes a couple of hits to get ya pretty stoned, right? And it's not like I was sharing it with anybody, so it got to a point where your typical bag of weed was lasting me at least a year – usually two years!" "Wow!" "Yeah, and as time passed it got harder and harder for me to find pot when I needed it, because I have a good professional job and I didn't know any pot-smokers anymore – well, at least not anybody who would admit to it! So finally – and I think this was around 2005 or 2006 – it got to a point where I ran out of pot and I didn't know where to score any more, and seriously, I am not going to start driving through the ghetto looking for a drug dealer – I love my regular life and my job and my wife and family way more than to take some stupid risk like that – so that time when I ran out I didn't smoke any pot for a couple of years." "Well that must'a sucked." "Then I started to see news reports and read newspaper stories about `legal weed.' And the reason I started to see these stories was because the cops and the feds were all freaking out about legal weed – they couldn't wait to make it illegal. And some of the newspaper stories had a lot of detail about what this stuff is and how you could buy it – so I read those stories and also looked it up on the internet." "So what is it anyways?" "So what they do is mix up some chemical that's ALMOST exactly like THC, which is the active ingredient in pot (I assume you already know that but I felt like I needed to explain it to Julian). But even though it's ALMOST like THC, it was just enough different that it wasn't covered by existing drug laws. Then they take some otherwise harmless dried plant leaves," at this point I held up some of the fake pot for Julian to see, then set it into the rolling paper, "and they spray the `almost THC' on there. And as you can see, it even looks like pot except it doesn't have buds or seeds or stems, so it's like having a bag full of just the shake, right?" At this point I was about finished rolling, so I re-sealed the zip-locked pouch and held it up for Julian to see along with the little jar he was still holding. "And there were these different brands of it that you could buy at any tobacco store or smoke shop – see, that one you have is `Funky Monkey' and this one is `Peace of Mind.' But when they sell it in the store, they claim it's actually incense." At this point I had to explain to Julian what incense is. "See, there's even a label on the package that says `Not for human consumption.'" I put a little drama into my reading of the label and we both laughed. "So I decided to try it. But I figured, `Oh, sure! This stuff has to be, like, total bullshit, cuz if it was any good and you could just go buy it anywhere, nobody would buy anything else and it'd put all the dope dealers out of business!' Right? `I'll probably have to smoke a whole lot of it and get a little buzz and a big headache!' So I bought a jar of that Funky Monkey like you have there, and just be on the safe side I waited until I had a whole day to myself to experiment with it at my `secret hiding place.' And I rolled up a really big fat joint of it, and hoped for the best and expected the worst." "And so, what happened?" "Well, I started taking big heavy hits off this joint, hopin' maybe that would be enough to get some kind of buzz. And then, right after I had taken the third big heavy hit, all of a sudden – WHAMMO!! Holy SHIT, Julian, that stuff just about blew my fuckin' head off! I was so stoned I swear I didn't even know what planet I was on!" Now Julian was giggling. "Really! The whole room was spinning all over the place and I was hangin' onto the couch for dear life!! I would almost say that was the stonedest I've ever been in my whole fuckin' life, Julian, for real!" Julian was still giggling. "Holy shit!" he said. "Yeah really," I continued, "but it really was pot – I mean, it was just like being stoned on pot as opposed to being high on something else, ya know? Which was important to me because, pot's my drug. I don't wanna try anything else, or take a chance of getting hooked on something horrible – not at my age! So as you can see," I said, gesturing at the jar and pouches, "once I knew I liked it, the first thing I did was go buy some more! – ya know, before they made it illegal, which they did soon enough. And now there are some `substitute products' that still get around the new drug laws, but I haven't tried any of them and I won't need to for at least a couple of years (based on what you can see here). And maybe by that time there'll be `medical marijuana' in enough states that I can get hold of some good old fashioned pot that way." And actually, since this conversation took place in the summer of 2012, it was only a few months later that Washington and Colorado legalized pot for recreational use. Now I just need to figure out some good reason why I "must" go to a professional conference somewhere out there ... "So anyway," I said, holding up the joint I had rolled, "have no worries, cuz this medium-sized joint I just rolled here will have no trouble getting us both pretty toasted." Now, by this time you might be wondering why I have just spent a page and a half on this side-track story about me and pot. But the truth is that telling Julian all this had the beneficial effect on me of helping calm my nervous jitters, because now I could sit there and be the expert about something, and tell my young naked companion a story in the process. So by this time I had actually calmed down a lot and felt pretty good, and Julian was again sitting sideways at the end of the couch while I was talking to him and he was occasionally playing with his half-hard penis the whole time and I was watching the show and he was ssssoooooo handsome and exotic-looking with all that body and face paint and those bracelets and then ... ... then all of a sudden the Viagra kicked in – and remember, I had taken over 200 mg of it so when it hit me I felt this big rush of warmth all through my body and I knew what that meant and I was sitting there watching Julian play with himself. As my erection got harder and harder I stared blankly at Julian's penis while he continued to play with it. "Hey gringo!" I looked up and stared just as blankly into Julian's handsome face as my erection pounded and throbbed inside my soft thin low-rise briefs. "So let's get this movie goin' again and get high with them kids, eh?" Yeah ... that's a great idea ... So I got the movie going again and got stoned with a handsome naked forest boy while we watched two naked Mexican teenagers get stoned and make out and feel each other up, and it wasn't long at all before Julian and I were both wasted and playing with our hard pricks and watching child porn together. And Julian purposefully drove me out of my fuckin' mind by continuing to sit sideways on the couch while he fondled his hard prick and watched his porn. He hardly ever even looked at me, he just stroked his beautiful golden brown hard cock right in front of my face and watched those Mexican kids engage in more and more hard-core sex acts. But as for me, I hardly even paid any attention to the TV, instead I gazed at Julian's hard penis, and at his hand and pretty young fingers as he stroked and fondled himself, and at the bracelets on his wrist as they rubbed against his belly as he continued to pleasure himself, and at his handsome golden brown body as his chest rose and fell with each breath, and I was stoned and fondling one of the most painful erections I had had in a long time through my soft thin low-rise briefs. By this time we were well into the part of this porn flick where "Lupita" was sucking "Julian's" cock. And as I pointed out the last time I described this particular "feature" (in Day 3) this little Mexican slut was a really great cocksucker, and she was playing with "Julian's" balls too, and he was moaning and squirming on the couch while she did all this, and once in a while she would remove her sweet mouth from his cock and just give the tip of it little licks and kisses while she smiled up at him and they spoke to each other softly in Span-glish. Julian seemed to be really getting into this, and he was stroking his own hard brown cock, and he was stoned and gazing at the TV screen, but every once in a while he looked over at me. One of the times he looked over at me he giggled and said, "Man you really are a TOTAL pervert. You ain't even lookin' at the TV." "I already saw this move, so I already know she's suckin' that boy's hard cock ..." I said, "... but I ain't never seen you jerk off before ..." as I continued to stroke myself through my soft thin low-rise briefs. Julian was stoned enough that all this was giving him the giggles. "Yeah but you should be watchin' them with me ..." he said through his laughter. "Hey – I got a great idea!" Then he got up and, still playing with his prick, walked right in front of me and faced me. Still giggling, he said, "So, like, pervert – ya wanna jerk me off?" Then he let go of his hard penis and let it bounce around in front of my face. I was stoned, and I was mesmerized by the sight of a naked native forest boy's penis swaying around in front of me, and I couldn't take my eyes off his hard bouncing cock ... "You'd really let me do that ...?" I said, reaching up to take him up on his offer. Then Julian laughed hysterically. "Not like that, ya old gringo!" he blurted out and backed away a little. "Now spread them legs apart an' I'll show ya!" So at that point I just followed Julian's orders, and sat back in the couch and spread my legs apart. Now I should point out that I was still wearing my soft thin low-rise briefs, and I had a painfully hard erection, and I had been playing with myself through those soft thin low-rise briefs, and if you have ever done that before while watching a porn flick – and I suspect that if you are the kind of person who is reading this story there is a pretty good chance you have! – you will also know that stroking yourself that way causes the soft thin material of the low-rise briefs to sort of evenly distribute itself around your painfully hard erection so that pretty soon your prick is sticking out nice and straight in front of you. And of course that's what Julian saw when he looked down between my widely spread legs, and that just made him laugh some more. "Like this!" he said. And then Julian turned around, so for a moment I was gazing stoned at his beautiful golden brown ass. But then he sat down in my lap – but when he did that he slid his ass first against my abdomen, then down so that beautiful golden brown ass was sitting right down on my prick (inside my soft thin low-rise briefs)! Yeeeooooww!! Now my prick was squashed between Julian's ass and the couch cushion! "Oh – one more thing!" he said. Oh holy shit !! How could there be one more thing ?? Julian leaned forward – which of course only ground his ass even more painfully against the tip of my prick – and snatched the camcorder off the coffee table. And perhaps you will recall from the previous chapter that I had not actually turned to camcorder off when I set it down there, I had only paused it. Then he sat back up, leaning his ass back into my crotch, and as he fiddled with it he said, "So, like, how do ya make this go?" "OOOOOoooooOOOOOOOHhhhh!!" "I said, how do ya make it go?" "That button there, just un-pause it!" So Julian un-paused the camcorder, and after several seconds of video time with the camera just going wildly around the room, he swiveled the little monitor screen around so the monitor and the camera were both pointed at us, so we could watch him film a close-up his own handsome face. And then Julian leaned forward again – which again ground his ass painfully against the tip of my prick – and set the camcorder down on the coffee table, adjusting it so that when he finally leaned his ass back into my crotch and down onto the length of my prick again we could both very easily see in the monitor screen a very handsome naked golden brown forest boy in full (if slightly faded) body and face paint and wrist bracelets with his legs spread so that, actually, the closest thing to the camera was his beautiful hard erection, sitting back against an old gringo pervert groaning in sexual agony. "So are ya gonna jerk me off now?" "OOOOOOOoohhhhhhh shit Julian my prick hurts sssssoooooooo goooood!!" He was still giggling. "Yeah, and? Are ya gonna jerk me off while I watch these kids fuck or what?" Then he turned his head around part way and said, "Now look here old man, no kissin' or huggin' or any of that other gross shit, okay? Just jerking off." Uhhggghhh okay," I groaned. "Well, can I play with yer balls?" That made him laugh hysterically. "Yeah, sure! But that's it – just jerking off and playing with balls!" and he giggled some more, but then began to settle down and watch the porn and prepared to get fondled by a pervert. As for me, I began to realize that this was going to be a difficult logistical feat. "I can't see what I'm doing except on the little camcorder monitor ..." I whispered in his ear. "That's the idea, gringo," he said, "Yer s'post'a be watchin' the movie, not lookin' at me all the time!" Oh, yeah, right, the movie ... but I was gonna need more crotch room if I was gonna do this, so I wrapped my lower legs around his lower legs and spread him out wider than before, and he let me do that. When I reached down and snatched hold of his hard prick he jumped a little, but now we were both all ready to get started. So anyway, by this time we had gotten most of the way through the part of the porn flick where the on-screen "Julian" was eating his chiquita's pussy. So as we both settled down and enjoyed being stoned and got into the pornography and I began stroking Julian's hard penis, I asked softly, "So have ya ever eaten a girl's pussy?" "" 'Course I did!" Julian declared, "I ate Lupita's pussy an' you watched me do it!" Oh shit – he was right! I was obviously not thinking clearly – ya think maybe that was because I was stoned? "But ackshully, she's the only girl I aver ate ... one 'a them boys ate her pussy that first day an' everybody laughed, like they thought it was nasty and smells bad down there, ya know? She cried about it an' shit. So later after them boys were gone I tried it and it didn't smell like anything really and I think she kinda liked it ..." "Well," I observed, "it looked to me like she was likin' it the other day ..." Julian giggled again. Julian's penis was rock hard as I fondled it softly, and I could feel that he must have a very prominent sperm tube so I started concentrating my attention on stroking it. I reached down with my other hand and cupped his warm balls, gently finding each ball inside his scrotum and rolling it around in my fingers. After letting out a little moan, Julian asked, "So you ate pussy before?" "Oh yeah, plenty of times. My wife loves ta get eaten." Then seeing that the on-screen "Julian" was also finger-fucking his girl while he nibbled her clit, I continued, "I usually stick my finger up her cunt while I do it – just like that – and swirl my finger around inside her and she really likes it." "OOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..." Julian moaned, and he squirmed his hot ass around on my prick, and I didn't know whether he was signifying his understanding of what I just said or really starting to get into the movie or becoming ever more aroused by being jerked off by an old pervert or just really stoned or all of the above ... But what I did know was that I had a young golden-brown forest boy's hot ass grinding into my hard prick inside my soft thin low-rise briefs and it was giving me one of the most painful stoned erections I had ever experienced. And just about that time was when the on-screen "Julian" rolled his little chiquita over on the couch to start fucking her. And as I said back in Day 3 of this story, that was one of the hottest fucks I've ever seen in a porn video. At first "Julian" just held his prick deep inside there for a moment while they looked into each others' eyes and the chiquita swooned, and then ... then he came down on top of her and those two kids were French-kissing, and making out, and clutching each other for dear life, and looking into each others' eyes and fucking like a couple of hot horny young lovers all at the same time. Julian (the real Julian, the one sitting on my penis) watched all this intently while I looked over his shoulder and jerked him off and played with his balls the whole time. I tried to synchronize my strokes with the on-screen action, so that each time the on-screen "Julian" thrust his hard cock deep inside that young slut's cunt I slid my fingers down Julian's hard cock in the same direction as he would have felt it if he were actually fucking her himself. I wanted Julian's stoned fuck fantasies to be as real as I could make them. I wanted to increase his enjoyment as much as possible. When "Julian" pumped that little bitch fast, I went fast. When he slowed down, I slowed down. I tickled Julian's balls as sensuously as I could. I felt his wrinkly scrotum between my fingers and jerked him off and watched as those two latino teenagers fucked each other into oblivion. And Julian was obviously enjoying the whole experience, naked, stoned, watching hard-core porn, and being fondled and jerked off, he groaned with pleasure and squirmed against my body and ground his hot naked ass into my painfully hard penis. I could smell his funky sweaty two-day-old native odor too, and oooooooOOOOooohhhhhhhh it was such a turn-on and I breathed and drank it all in and jerked him off and rolled his balls and watched the porn and pretty soon I was grunting and thrusting my prick into Julian's ass crack and I could feeeeeeeeel the cum boiling up from my balls and my prick got harder and harder and he was grinding his ass against it more and more and more and HOLY SHIT I'M GONNA CUM ANY SECOND NOW but I kept on stroking and jerking and groaning and ball playing and I love you forest boy but I couldn't keep up with the action on the screen anymore because I was FUCKING JULIAN and I k-kn-n-new I was g-g-gonna cum and I started giving that hot beautiful boy a hickey on his neck and he was grinding and grunting he yelled "OH FUCK I'M GONNA CUM" and I came too and there was cum all over my hands and inside my soft thin low-rise briefs and every time he thrust his prick and a big glob of cum came out I tried to grab hold of it and slide it all over his hard cock to increase his sexual pleasure and his cock was all slimy and slippery in my hand and it was all over his balls too and then we both started to settle down but I kept on stroking Julian's hot slimy cum all over his gradually softening cock and ... and ... ... and then we both crashed together, on the couch, with the porn still playing, and my hands and his prick all full of cum, and he slouched back against me, and we both zoned out for a while ... I wasn't sure how long ... and I might have never known how long, except for the fact the camcorder was sitting there on the coffee table the whole time, so it clearly showed that about 20 minutes after we both came and crashed together, Julian woke up, got up and walked away. You could even hear the sound of him going upstairs on the camcorder video, mixed with the sound of the porn still playing on the TV. Then there was about half an hour of a disgusting old pervert with cummy fingers zoned out on the couch. Well, as I say, there WAS about a half hour of that, but not for long, because that very night when I rewound the tape to see what really happened while I was zoned out and saw that it totally grossed me out and I erased it all the way back to a few minutes after we both came and crashed together. I liked watching him for a few minutes there slouched up against me on the couch, totally spent and zoned out like that, and with his belly rising and falling with each breath, and the sound of child porn in the background, but after that – forget it. But that was the only part of the camcorder video I watched that night – I didn't watch any of the rest of it, I just turned off the camcorder and left it there. I also cut off the porn but didn't bother to take it out of the DVD player. I was still pretty stoned and I didn't wanna deal with it, so I just ate Julian's cum off my slimy fingers, got up and went into the kitchen and washed my hands, and then I took off my soft thin cum-filled low-rise briefs and used them to wipe as much of my own cum as I could off my prick and crotch. Then I just threw them in the trash – because if you think about it, I was gonna have to throw all of those briefs out before I left the timeshare anyway. I sure as hell wasn't gonna take them home, and have to explain to my wife why in the world I decided to by a four-pack of soft thin low-rise briefs while I was on my family history research trip. Then I went upstairs and crashed in my bed.