Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 12:23:54 -0700 From: odanny dannyo Subject: 420 in the Trailer Park I was sixteen when I started having sex . The guy in question that introduced me to the combination of sex and weed together began then. I was such a nerd, I couldn't get laid if it cost a penny. There was a hot, skinny, and hairy white trash felon that my mom's boyfriend dealt with on occasion. I thought he was cool enough, but I thought the coolness was his accessibility to grass. It began to rain one night after he walked to the house to do some business and he whispered to me that he would give me a joint to drive him home (I'd just gotten my license). I was all for giving him a ride for some free weed! At least I could experience THAT. So I thought I was on my way to a life. No one I knew, and by that I mean the one or two friends I had, had ever done grass, so I was going to have a story to tell, and I would look like a big man to at least them. Once we got back to his trailer he told me to make myself comfortable while he ran next door to get me the dope. Well l did more than be comfortable, I got real noisy and in one of his dresser drawers I found some polaroid's and some were of him.. other's were pics of the women he must have fucked. I was thinking how cool he was, and it seemed like he even had a big dick. (it wasn't I later discovered) I don't think or even remember thinking about sex; he was just a man, one who's dick I'd seen even if it was just a pic. I heard the trailer door slam shut next door so I made a bee-line for his sofa. He returned soaking wet from the rain with one of the biggest joints I'd laid eyes upon at the time. Now that was a silly statement; maybe something I would say to my friends to sound like a big shot. I had no idea if it was big or not.. but the fact that it was kind of forbidden fruit, well that alone made it look big to me. He knew I had never done any before so he started telling me what it was going to be like. How I would likely choke even though he knew I smoked cigs, so I did know about inhaling, and then after a few minutes I would get light headed. He suggested that I call my mom and let her know I was staying for a bit to watch a movie (while I was actually getting stoned off my ass), he began to find some dry clothes to change into. I made the quick call home and then I lit up the joint right in time to see him take off his soggy shirt. As the sweet kiss of marry jane was being planted in my mind I couldn't help but stare with lust, yeah, that's what it was, lust, at his hairy backwoods body as he slowly towled himself dry while we continued to chat. Around the third hit off the dope my inhibitions and nerves were almost gone as I noticed he was staring at me as intensely as I was him. He was asking how I was feeling. I had no other want but to have sex at that point so I replied I was feeling great but was getting super horny. This comment was what he was waiting for because with a mischievous grin he took off his wet pants to reveal his throbbing six inch uncut cock. I don't know how he knew what was running through my head; hell, I didn't, there was just this urge. He said that from the way I was looking at him that maybe I'd like to suck his dick. I said I didn't know, but I was feeling mighty horny. Well sex is sex pretty much is what he said in return. Made sense to me. He said that I should get naked. I was hesitant but I guess having sex it is something that you normally would do. I was being bashful, and he laughed and said he was naked, and from the look in my eyes, I wanted his cock, so why be bashful. He was right of course, I did want to taste his cock, to find out if I even liked it. But I turned my back to him as I pulled my sweats off, and suddenly his hands were on my ass. I jumped. He said that my ass was hot that maybe I would want him to fuck me, that if I liked man sex. That kind of scared me. But not so much that I didn't spring a bone. Yeah, I knew right then and there that I wanted some kind of sex, and he was there and offering it to me. So, bonner and all, I turned and faced him. Having watched enough porn to know the general motions; so down on my knees I went. I began to eagerly nurse my first human cock and it was everything I'd thought it'd be like! I loved the softness of his skin, even if it was hard cock, it felt wonderful sliding over and between my lips, on to my tongue and almost touching the back of my mouth. I was light headed and hungry for this man so I gave it all I had. I must have been doing something right because he began a string of cursing in between deep breaths. Once I'd gotten comfortable with his dick in my mouth he began to suggest ways to play with it. After calling me a natural born cocksucker and stoner slut he reached for the joint I'd laid in the ashtray and lit it up again, and told me to take a deep hit as he stuck it between my lips. Telling me to hold it in he quickly slipped his slick cock back inside my throat. Not long after I could feel the warmth from the smoke billow out my nose and surround his dick that was begining to pick up speed pistoning in and out of my throat. The smell of the pot made his dick smell sweet, and exhaling into his pubes the scent stayed. Repeating this process of smoking and sucking the joint was gone, in no time and I was on cloud nine. With a devious grin he told me it was his turn to get high and feel good and so I continued to lick and suck his cock while he crushed and snorted a pill. Both of us fucked up and horny he lead me to his bed. He told me that I had enjoyed sucking so, maybe a good fucking was in order. Unprepared for anal sex he lubed me up with hand lotion and proceeded to take my virginity. I thought it was supposed to hurt, but maybe because I was so high it didn't I was really aware of his cock inside me, I could feel it on my insides. The whole world was gone, the only thing there was this sensation in my ass. Something went though my head that his barebacking me might be dangerous, that was a thought that quickly left me, he was pumping and he was fast, there was a spot up inside me that sent electricity through my body, and soon he let out a animalistic grunt as he was cumming inside of me deep. I watched his face as I lay there feet up in the air, cock buried deep in my hole. It was just the look on his face when he came that sent me over the top and I blew all over us. We lay there for awhile and we were both coming down from our highs. The guilt started, not only had I sucked this guy, I let him up inside me. He stayed hard a long time and the wonder and joy in my ass seemed to push the guilt away. He asked me if I liked it and my answer was simply to push back on his cock. He knew my answer. It wasn't anything like love or shit like that, he didn't try to kiss me, but he did like me enough to fuck me. I dressed and went out to my truck. The whole ride home I kept his load clenched inside my still stoned and horny hole savoring the feeling of his white trash cum swimming around my insides. I loved what I had done, and I associated it with the joy of grass. Hell, I ended up putting up my ass to him as often as he would give me weed. I had to have the weed more than I had to have cock up my ass, though both were plusses I knew which was more important to me, and it wasn't his six inches. I was addicted to pot, he ended up addicted to my hole. After awhile I talked him into us doing a joint and his giving me a joint to take home with me. The first one I smoked alone, and it was good, but not as good as it was having my hole filled when I smoked. I started saving the joints he gave me till I had a stash. When I finally told my only two friends that I had a stash they wanted some. I thought I would get them to fuck me and I could enjoy my highs even without that dude, though he knew how to fuck better than my friends. I got them wrecked and taught them how to fuck my ass. There were now three things in my life that counted GRASS the hot cocks of my friends while I was on GRASS and I guess my mentor who would always give me GRASS