Date: Sat, 28 Mar 2009 04:41:14 -0400
From: Me truly <tothinktrue@gmail.com>
Subject: Making me Happy part 4

Hey! I'm back. After A long hiatus I'm finally ready to continue Ryan's
adventures.
Remember, this story involves gay sex, so all disclaimers that
apply....fill em in here. Anyway, if you want to contact me, do so at
tothinktrue@gmail.com. Also if you want to use this story for anything,
just ask me. One more note, this chapter is a little slow compared to the
others so far. Not much sex. Thanks! Ok, let's get to it.

(/)\(/)\(/)\(/)\(/)\(/)\(/)\(/)\(/)\(/)\ Chapter Four: When It Hit Me

   I lay back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling watching the shadows
crawl across the room. I thought of very little, or tried my best to.
Random thoughts swirled around my head, filling me with random bits of
emotion. Kind of a strange weird feeling I was used to. Strange none the
less. I was spooked when my brother knocked on the door. I looked over at
him. Like most of the guys in my family, he's short for his age, and
skinny. He has the same darkness in his hair and eyes. At 13, he was more
energetic than me however. The doldrum life of highschool hadn't gotten
him down yet. He'd be entering as a freshman in a few weeks. I'd be a
senior.
   "Mom says it's almost time to eat," he announced. He grinned at me.
"You dreamin about guys again?" he asked with a wry grin. He sure was
cute, the little fuck. I threw a shoe at him. He laughed and danced out
of the way.
   "You know you're queer," I called after him. I thought he was too. He
always had this way of surrounding himself with beautiful boys. He always
talked about pussy, but I thought that was just cover.
   I lay for a few more seconds, then dragged myself downstairs. I didn't
care what was for dinner. I wasn't really hungry anyway.

   My mother was yelling at my brother. "Kyle! Quit being a brat and help
me set the table!" Kyle was giggling furiously as he danced around my
mother, trying his hardest to be as annoying as possible. By the look on
mom's face, it was working. I was pleasantly surprised to see that Kyle's
friend from his swim team was sitting at the table. Adrien looked very
polite and pretty cute...not in the way your piece-o-shit little brother
is cute, but in the way an attractive boy a year behind you in highschool
is cute. He had chocolate colored hair and eyes to match. He had a bigger
build than me or Kyle, likely from the swimming, and his tshirt did
little to hide it.
    "For the love of God, Kyle, will you sit DOWN!" My brother knew when
he had done enough, so he took a seat beside his friend. I walked past
them, punching my brother in the back of the head as I went.
    "Ow! What the hell, Ryan!" I ignored him, taking my seat at the end
of the table.
    "What's up Adrien?" I said quietly, looking him over.
    "Not much, how you been?" I had seen him a few times in school last
year, and he had obviously sprouted over this summer. He didn't look like
a freshman anymore. Whatever that means. I chatted for a minute with the
two of them while my mother finished setting the table. Dinner was pretty
uneventful.

   After, we all moved into the family room to watch television. There
was a sofa and a love seat at an angle to each other, both directed at
the t.v. My mother and I curled up on the sofa, snuggled together. The
boys sat together on the love seat. I'm not sure what we watched. I was
distracted by the games Kyle and Adrien were playing with each other. It
started quietly; one would poke or nudge the other, then the gesture was
returned, back and forth until they were both giggling loudly and
smacking each other. My mother shushed them a few times, but each time
the silence only lasted a minute before they were horsing around again.
Eventually she gave up and handed me the remote.
   "I'm going to read," she told me with a tired sigh. "When your father
gets home, tell him dinner's in the over keeping warm." I just nodded and
turned the t.v. up.
    The boys' poking game became a wrestling match. I watched as they
grabbed at each others clothes and took turns trying to pin each other.
They fell off the love seat and rolled towards my couch. I folded my feet
up underneath me when they bumped into me and looked down at them
smiling. Eventually my brother flipped Adrien off him and climbed on top.
No way. Kyle wasn't strong enough to best Adrien. But he was pinning him.
Adrien squirmed a bit, putting on a show of struggle. Kyle laughed madly
and forced him down, laughing each time Adrien's arms were slammed into
the ground. After a minute Adrien went limp. Kyle went limp soon after,
laying on top of his friend. They breathed heavily together, Kyle still
gripping Adrien's wrists. After a long time they seemed to remember I was
there. Kyle looked up and saw me staring at them, and jumped to his feet.
He didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes told me he knew what I
was thinking.
   "Come on Adrien. Let's go shoot the ball or something." As the two
walked out of the room Kyle looked back at me. I flashed him a knowing
smile. You enjoyed that little match didn't you, Kyle? Strangely, I was
jealous.

   A few days later I was walking through the park by myself. My friend
Tommy had called me to hang out, but I said no. I hadn't seen him since I
broke up with my girlfriend Claire two weeks before. I was really only
friends with him through her, and I wasn't ready for that yet. I had no
idea what she'd told him. Probably nothing but...you never know, right?
   There was this little head shop near the park. It sold all kinds of
cool pieces, wood and glass, so I decided to take a look. There was this
guy who worked there. My age I think. He had blond hair and greyish eyes.
I have this thing for blond hair, and I definitely had a thing for this
guy. When I entered the shop, a little bell tinkled, signalling my entry
to the boy behind the counter. Such stunning grey eyes...His name tag
said "Charlie."
   "Hey, Ryan," he said as I approached, "You need a pipe or something?"
   "Not today man, I was just taking a look." Charlie was beautiful. He
had this sparkle in his eyes that leaned towards mischief, but his
demeanor seemed pretty relaxed as a whole. He was slender and tall-taller
than me anyway. He was awfully cheerful. I had noticed him near the
beginning of the summer. I know he was in my grade, but we'd never really
talked before I started coming in. I doubt he knew that he had become the
material for many of my fantasies. I peeled my eyes off him and started
looking at the glass display cases. I saw a few expensive but cool pipes.
One was shaped like a dragon lying on its back. Its belly was the bowl
and the mouthpiece was the dragon's mouth. I could imagine after you took
a hit smoke would curl up from the dragon's lips. It was really
intricate.
   "Well hey," said Charlie, snapping me out of my...whatever it was. "I
get off in a little while. I've got some pretty decent. If you're around
I'll smoke you out. Kinda sucks alone, you know?" His offer took me by
surprise. We chatted whenever I came in the store, but we'd never done
anything outside. I mumbled something about the park that I'm sure was
inaudible. Charlie laughed.
   "Ok then. I guess I'll see if you're still around when my shift ends.
This stuff is pretty good, man." I smiled at him and nodded, then headed
for the door. I muttered a goodbye. He waved and said, "See ya soon!"

   My heart was beating pretty fast as I took a walk around the park
again. The walkers' lane took a complete loop around the perimeter of the
park. Well, there was this cliff area off to the back that I suppose
could be considered part of the park, but the path didn't take you there.
There was a swingset and a bench near the baseball diamond in the center
of the whole place. I thought over what I had just experienced. Why had
Charlie asked me that? I mean, he was nice to me and all, but he'd never
seemed interested in me before. I made my way to the swings. Maybe he
just wanted someone to smoke with, like he said. I mean, it really does
suck to smoke alone...But he had to have a ton of people he could share
with if he wanted, so why me? Was he unable to wait to smoke? Or was it
me specifically? I mean it's possible he just wanted to spend time with
me. My thoughts raced and my stomach dropped as the arc of my swing
reached its climax and began its descent. Could he have been kidding? I
mean, who wants to smoke with me? I'm not interesting, especially when
I'm high. I just get all quiet. I laughed at myself. I'm always quiet.
Maybe he was messing with me. I never buy a piece when I'm there, so
maybe he was joking cause he knew I'd never actually be interested. That
must be it. He must have been surprised when I accepted...if he even
heard me accept.
   I looked up the path toward the store. No sign of Charlie and it was
beginning to get dark.
   "I'll wait another minute or two, then I'm going," I murmured to
myself. He's not gonna come anyway. Two minutes became ten and I decided
enough was enough. The park was empty and so was my head. Time to go I
guess. I jumped off the swing at its highest point, something my brother
and I would do when we were little. My brother's getting more ass than
me, I thought sourly, thinking back to his wrestling session with Adrien.
What a jip...at least it was fun to watch. Was it creepy that I liked
watching my brother fool around? I shook my head. I had just turned to go
when I heard my name called.
   "Ryan! Wait up man!" Walking towards me down the path was Charlie. My
heart jumped up a little. Haha, I'm so gay. "Sorry it took me so long, I
had to lock everything up and I lost track of time. You still down to
chill for a bit?"
   "Sure," I said smiling. He smiled right back.
   "Great! Let's blaze on that bench. The trees and stuff make great
cover."

   He led me over to the little wooden seat overlooking the park. As we
sat, he fished around in his pockets a little bit. I looked him over. He
wore a brown striped hoodie and a green beanie. His hair spilled out
around the bottom of it. He wore jeans that were dirty-looking-but-clean.
His sneakers were brown with green laces that didn't really match, except
for his hat. I liked it though.
   He produced the pipe he was searching for and a little baggie filled
with weed. I'm not much of a smoker; I never smoked unless I was at a
party or something. That much weed seemed like a lot to me. Charlie
packed what I thought was enough into the bowl. Then some more. Then some
more. Then more, until the pipe was literally overflowing with weed.
   "Here you go man," he said handing me the pipe and a lighter-bright
pink by the way. I stared down at it not really sure where to begin. I
wasn't even sure I could light the thing and smoke at the same time.
   "Uh...I'm pretty new to this," I said quietly. I was pretty
embarrassed.
   "Oh let me." Charlie pulled the lighter out of my hands and held it
up. "I'll spark it when you're ready." I raised the pipe to my lips and
he held the flame over the weed. I sucked in. It took a minute as I
inhaled, then the harsh smoke seemed to hit the back of my throat all at
once. I started coughing really hard.
   "I'm sorry," I managed, handing him the bowl. Charlie just laughed and
took a hit of his own.
   "You alright man?" I was still coughing. He rubbed my back and I
quickly straightened up. "Wow! What'd I tickle you?" he asked.
   "Ya, I'm ticklish, ya," I said, adjusting the way I sat so the
erection starting to push at my jeans wouldn't show. He held the bowl out
to me again. I looked at it warily for a moment then accepted it.

   A couple hours later, Charlie and I were laughing like mad as we took
turns pushing each other on the swings. I don't know what it is about
weed, but it makes eveything funny! I laughed at the way Charlie looked
as he swung past me. I laughed at the faces he made, then marveled to
myself that I could see his face in midswing, especially since it had
grown dark. I laughed at the silly things he said. They were stupid
really, but at the time they seemed profoundly hilarious. It really is a
great drug.
   Charlie was talking about the upcoming schoolyear. "Seniors, man. Can
you believe it? We're like, almost done!" I nodded emphatically.
   "Ya, it kinda makes you feel old, huh? I mean, my brother's gonna be
in high school! Weird man!" I was being louder than I ever was usually.
   "Oh, you'll have to introduce him to me. I bet he's cute," said
Charlie. I agreed with him, and pushed him again before I really realized
what he'd said. He thought my brother'd be cute? What does that mean? I
almost asked him, but Charlie stopped me by jumping from the swing.
   "Hey man, I gotta go home now. You want a ride or something?" How
could I say no? I walked with him to his car, still pondering his
comment. Kyle was cute? Does that mean he thinks I'm cute? Or does he
just mean that freshman are cute? He did have a pink lighter...I climbed
in the passenger side.
   "Yo dude, you got quiet. Sorry am I depressing you with all this
school talk? I know man, I have this habit of always ignoring the place
I'm in, and looking to what's ahead. It's summer dude, we still got a few
weeks left!"
   "Nothing like that," I said looking over at him. "I'm just quiet
sometimes, I guess." Charlie smiled.
   "Well cheer up, mate! We can blaze out the rest of the summer if you
want. And I can always blaze you before classes and stuff too, ok?"
   "That'd be cool," I said. We had pulled up in front of my house.
   "Well, thanks for everything, I'll see you later," I said, but before
I could open the door, Charlie grabbed my knee.
   "Wait man, I want you to have the rest of this." He nodded down at the
baggie of weed which was laying where he'd tossed it-right on his crotch.
   "Uh, it's ok, I don't really smoke that much. And besides, I don't
have anything to smoke it with." Charlie hesitated a moment, then reached
into his pocket. The place on my knee felt cold without his hand there.
He pulled the pipe and lighter back out and placed them in my lap, then
lay the baggie on my lap, brushing my legs near my crotch. I willed
myself with everything I had not to stiffen up.
   "No, I couldn't! Thanks, but I can't..." Charlie just shook his head
and put his hand on my knee, maybe a tiny bit higher than last time.
Charlie smiled at me.
   "It's cool man, just share it around. I'm trying to get some clients.
See, if it's worth it for me to start selling." Of course, I thought to
myself. He isn't interested in me, he's interested in making a sale.
That's why he wanted to smoke at the park too. It's obvious. But why was
his hand on my knee? As I wondered that he removed his hand, leaving me
cold again.

    I was out of the car and into the house before I thought of the
smell. The bag was dank and it was pretty obvious. My heart hammered in
my chest as I crpt quietly as I could through the house. Luckily, my
parents' bedroom door was closed and the lights were off. I crept up the
stairs and past my brother's room. His door was open reveailing that he
wasn't here. He hadn't been most of the summer. He usually spent the
night with Adrien or one of his other buddies.
    Finally, I was safely in my room. I searched around for a place to
hide my new aquisitions, finally settling on a balled up sock which I hid
in my drawer. Then I called Tommy.
    "Hey man," I said when he answered. "We gotta hang out tomorrow. I
have something you'll like."


Ok, thanks to everyone who's with me at this point. I'm really happy to
have completed another section of the story. As always, I'm anxious to
hear what you think, so send me an email, and let me know. I'm open for
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into. You can reach me at Tothinktrue@gmail.com. I hope it doesn't take
me so long to come out with part 5, but the more people who message me,
the more incentive I have, so DO IT!
Ok, Good night.