Proving Rumors

So, this summer was the first time I ever got drunk and high, both together and separately. It's going to sound super-ridiculous, but this is written from my perspective of the first night where I was both drunk and high on pot for the first time.

I didn't remember much of anything the next day other than screaming a bunch, but later, the night after, I had my first ever wet-dream in which I think I recall what happened to me. Surprisingly, the screaming and event in question aren't related though they should be....

So in the middle of summer, I go to a party at my friend Enzo's house. I had been drinking a lot already because it was my senior year, but I hadn't ever done pot. So as the night carries on, Enzo talks me into trying some, along with all our other buddies.

I take about three puffs and already I start tripping. Not only did I drink before-hand, but it turns out I;m the kind of toker that gets super-paranoid about everything. So I'm pretty much flipping out and screaming a bunch. That explains the first mystery of the night. I was screaming because I am a paranoid druggie ;).

But the other half is even sweeter.

Around our group of friends, Enzo is the kind of guy that always talks about the size of his penis. One time he said that it was 5 inches already flaccid. Another time, he would say that the weight of his dick is what kills the gas mileage in his car. Anyways, no one really ever takes heed his self-observation about his dick. But it was something that was definitely on my mind when I was high.

Enzo is a soccer player. Nicely built and under 6 foot, I would totally fuck him. Apparently, that was obvious to him and all the other people at the party because' as I've been told, I was trying to suck his dick the whole night. I would get the chance once all the other people left that night. Like a good host, Enzo made me stay since I was the only one that didn't have a girlfriend to take me home. From this point on, I'll stop narrating and start telling the story as I dreamed it.

Drunkenly, I begged Enzo to take me to the bathroom. I took a wobbly piss and tried to wash my hands. I kept falling so Enzo grabbed me and helped me from behind, taking each one of my arms into his hands. That really turned me on and I started to move back into his chest.

"Enzo, fuck me"

"Alright, you are really fucking wasted. Come on."

I turned myself around, falling on my knees and grabbing his at the waste. "No, no seriously. Fuck me with your penis. I just want to feel it." My hand tried to grab his crotch but he snagged it away.

"Come on Scott, I got a sleeping bag set up for you"

I obediently led the way to his room, Enzo steering me down the hall to his room the whole way. I crashed on his floor and Enzo dropped his pants and got into his bed.

"Now if you gotta throw up just tell me."

"Okay, Enzo." I laughed. Being drunk and high is interesting...

"Good night dude. Don't piss all over my floor."

"Enzo, do you really have a big dick?"

"I still love you even if you are gay, just go to bed"

"No seriously, is it really big because, oh, just fuck me."

"Do you really want me to?"

I perked up jumped into his bed. "Yes, I want to feel you inside of me."

"Okay, I'm not going to let you fuck me though. And you gotta ...

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