Summertime Vibes - LGBT Short Stories.

Inhale - shorter story than usuall.

Inhale.

(includes lyrics from August's song 'Inhale' which is what I was listening to while writing this. Enjoy. I made alot of mistakes that I'll edit later.)

I took two quick puffs of the blunt and passed it back to him. He smirked and pushed it back towards my face. "Don't be playing, if you gon hit it, hit it right." I rolled my eyes, eyeing the long, fat blunt. I wasn't much of a smoker, I hated the taste of it and the burning in my throat. Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I accepted it and put it back between my lips, inhaling. Raheem watched me, coaching me on. "Yeah, like that. Let it fill you up. Don't be scared of it, take control of that shit. " I relaxed, letting the smoke trickle into my lungs until it began to hurt. And then came the part that I hated the most, the coughing attack. I coughed for almost a full minute while he watched in amusement. "Hold it in, take it down. Don't it feel good?" When my body finally calmed down, I could no longer feel my face. I was officially high as fuck. He chuckled as I lazily handed the blunt back and layed down on his floor. Finishing the blunt off, he put it out, and layed onto the floor next to me. As much as I hated the process of getting high, once I was finally there, I always realized that there was no better feeling. My life had been shitty lately and this was my only relief besides my long talks with Raheem. He was the only one who truly accepted me for me and never judged my character based off of my actions. I wasn't sure if he knew I'm gay because we never talked about it. But regardless, I knew he wouldn't even care. He stared at the ceiling, undoing one of his braids when he caught me staring. He turned onto his side, smiling at me with a goofy expression . "You took it like a G, like I knew you would." I felt myself harden, from the tone of his voice. 

About two hours later, the effect of the weed began to wear off and I could finally keep my thought process straight, a blessing and a curse. With me being the type to think entirely too much, I didn't enjoy being inside my head for too long. I turned the shower off, stepping out and putting the towel around my waist. Wiping a circle into the mirror, I watched my reflection as I rubbed baby oil down my 6 pack and onto the rest of my body. Stepping into the hallway, I began to turn the knob to Raheem's room but stopped short once I heard grunts and quick breaths. I know this nigga is not. His quiet cursing confirmed my suspicions. I didn't know whether to bust in and start teasing him, or just wait until he was finished. Unable to constrain myself, I slowly opened the door, peeking inside at him. His eyes were closed, his head back, and his dick straight up. He was stroking it as if there was a demon  inside of him that needed to be let out. Suddenly I had a burst of confidence as I walked towards his bed. He opened his eyes once he was aware of my presence but the look on his face remained the same: pure lust. I hopped onto the bed, landing flat onto my stomach with my face facing his dick. "Here, let me help." I gripped it firmly, stroking it from the base to tip, slowly, and then viciously. The sounds that escaped his lips sounded barbaric but it was sexy and amusing all the same. "Fuck!" He wrapped his palm around my own, stroking it even faster until his love spewed out covering both of our hands and a bit of his stomach. 

Raheem smirked, "Your turn."

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