Dope & Sex

I had bought marijuana from Scottie for almost 10 years. I smoke a lot of dope, so Scottie and I had gotten to be friends. The drill was he'd deliver, we'd smoke a joint, maybe watch some porn, have a beer, shoot the shit. We never had sex. He wasn't my type. He was big and hairy. I like small and smooth, perfect for the top I am. I don't think I was Scottie's type, either. But over the years, I bought a lot of dope from him. So when he called to say he was getting out of the business and moving out of town, I freaked. "Danny, Danny. Don't worry, I got my replacement all set up. Same deal. And Danny, don't fall in love!" I said, "What do you mean?" Scottie said, "You'll see."

I did see. Time came to buy, I called the number Scottie had given me. I made arrangements with a guy named Dave for a bag. That night, I answered the door and fell in love. In my doorway was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. Small, maybe 5'3", completely hairless that I could see except for a massive chestnut mane. There went Scottie's advice. He said, "Hi, I'm Dave. You Jim?" I nodded dumbly. He passed by me and said, "Let's fire up a doob, Dude." We did and my stoned mind was racing thinking how to get this angel in my bed. But it wasn't to be that night; he had other stops to make.

Gathering my courage, I said, "Hey, Dave, how about a welcome dinner here, whenever you want." The sweet angel said, "How 'bout tomorrow, Jim? We can get to know each other. I understand you were a good customer of Scotties'." I said, "Yeah. I smoke a lot of dope." "Good, but we can really get to know each other, OK?" OK? OK? How about I'd fly to the moon for you, angel! We set a time for dinner and said goodbye. Then he really rocked my world; he turned and hugged me and left. I had to smoke a lot more and jack off 3 times before I could get to sleep.

The next day was a manic heaven. Did I get his signals right? Does he just hug once and that's it? Or was he saying in his charming way, Fuck Me! I chose the latter thought. I called a Chef friend of mine and told him the situation and would he fix my seduction dinner. Something delicious but not ostentatious. OK, I have money but I didn't want to blow the kid away. Start-up dope dealers are not generally too flush. Chef said no prob.

When Dave arrived, the table was set and Chef's food was in warmers in the kitchen. I fixed drinks and we sat in the living room. Harry Connick, Jr. on the stereo. We had a few rounds of drinks. When I suggested dinner and started to get up, Dave pulled on my pants. He said, "Jim I want an appetizer. You!" I almost fainted but recovered, took his 110 pounds in my arms and kissed him like I've never kissed anyone before. He started to undress, revealing the cutest little-boy chest, which I devoured, and an ass...well there are no words to describe Dave's ass. I said, "I want an appetizer,too, Dave. I'm gonna eat your ass!" I bent him over and tongue-kissed his hole. From Dave, "Ohh, yes. Oh, Jim you gotta fuck me!"

I carried him into the bedroom and fucked his brains out. I could lift him and bounce him on my cock. With no warning, he splurted cum all over both of us. My orgasm followed in a minute. I held him tight and said, "Scottie told me not to fall in love." Dave laughed and said, "Scottie told me the same thing! Too late, Scottie." I held him even tighter. "A question: Love at first sight?" "For me, yes!" "For me, too, Davie." "Oh, god, I love when a man calls me 'Davie'" Dave climbed on my hardening cock and we fucked again. He was so little and light! And that beautiful hair! I drowned myself in his hair as I came up his ass. I bent over and sucked his cock dry.

I said, "You know, I have a whole seduction dinner getting cold in the kitchen." He said, "Baby, you had me seduced when you opened the door last night." I kissed him hard again. Davie said, "Why don't you warm the dinner and well take a shower and you can warm my ass with suds!" That's what we did. I had to hold his bod in the air to fuck him. It was glorious. And dinner was glorious. And sex after dinner was glorious. And sex after that was glorious. And it was all because this angel-boy was glorious. And this angel-boy loved me! I loved Davie.

We talked over breakfast. OK, we were in love. Sex was perfect. Did he want to live with me? Yes. Did he know I was rich? Noooooo. Can I keep you as my Baby? Um. "Jim do you know what you're saying?" I said, "Davie, I want you to be my lover and live with me. You can still deal dope, but I've got enough money for both of us." Davie thought a minute and said, "OK. But I've got to deal until I set somebody up like Scottie did me. Or else our suppliers would dry up. You still want dope, don't you?" "Oh, yes. Smart boy!" Davie got serious, "Jim, I know I look like I'm 14, but I'm 25 with no visible means of support." I said, "Davie, 25 makes you sexier to me and I'm visible and I have plenty to support you and your sweet ass."

We fell back into bed and fucked for hours. Davie got his things and I carried him over the threshhold, kissing him all the while. We're still together and Davie still climbs my cock every night and many days. We still laugh when we remember Scottie telling us, "Don't fall in love."