That time I pounded my 'straight' dealer (part 1)
This was back in 2015 during my Junior year in college. I had recently transferred from Community College to attend University in the city.
I had just moved into an old seven story brick building with two random guys, which actually worked out well (friends don't always make the best roommates).
One of them, Jake, was a pretty big pothead. I liked to partake, so this shared habit bonded us quickly.
Now, two stoners in college can go through weed faster than a Law student goes through Adderall, so it wasn't long before we needed a new plug.
We lived on the 4th floor of the apartments, and would usually take the stairs up. Sometimes you'd meet and chat with neighbors going up that way.
One day after class I get back to the apartment and Jake says he found someone to hook us up with some bud - and he lives on the floor below us!
"Yeah man, I was walking up the stairs behind him and dude, the skunk smell just hit me in the face. I asked if he was 'good' and he gave us his number!"
I was thrilled. No more sketchy deals, the convenience promised seemed perfect.
I truly had no idea just how perfect the situation would become.
Jake and I made the short trek down to the third floor and knocked on the door.
After a few moments, we heard the latch turn, and the door swung open.
Immediately the smell of dank herbs flooded the hallway, revealing the purveyor of goods.
"Braden," he stated, holding his hand out to shake.
Braden was your classic jock. I could tell he was well muscled under the tight black tee he was wearing. I resisted the urge to look at the bulge his gray sweatpants advertised.
Focusing on his face didn't help much either. He had short, sandy blonde hair kept neatly trimmed, hazel eyes, a strong jaw, and a bright and easy smile. Needless to say, very cute.
We shook hands and went inside.
Braden's room was pretty typical for a College student. Bed with no boxspring, thrifted furniture, but he kept the space tidy. Oh. On said bed there was a girl and Braden's dog. Damn.
"He must be straight," I thought to myself. No surprise really, it's my default assumption for guys that look like Braden.
He got Jake and I our greenery, and we hung out for a little while to pet the dog and watch a couple episodes of 'It's Always Sunny' before heading back up to our apartment.
Things continued on this way for a couple months. Sometimes I'd go over on my own to pick up, and Braden and I would smoke and watch TV. During these sessions I got to know Braden better.
He was in med school training to be a nurse, and he helped motivate me to go to the gym again. We spoke a bit about girls (I hadn't mentioned I was gay) and discovered the girl from our first meeting was a FWB situation. What a player.
Being a young man in college I was naturally quite fucking horny. So one night after class I decided to hop on Grindr.
The usual suspects appear, but that night one of the profiles I'd seen before but dismissed caught my eye. It was just a jacked shirtless photo with the face cropped out, but something in the back of my mind thought he looked familiar. More importantly, this profile showed as less than 500 ft away. Interesting.
I had a sneaking suspicion this could be Braden, as he sometimes went shirtless in his apartment- but I put the thought out of my head. No way it was straight Braden.
But someone so close with a hot bod?
I had to shoot my shot.
"Hey"
"Wassup"
