Chapter 2

He nodded, grinned. “Peace,” he said, flashing his fingers in a V-shape. “Groovy day, huh?”

“Oh, um, yeah,” I managed. “You all alone here?”

The smile widened, dimples appearing on both cheeks. “Nope. You’re here.” He pointed to the throng on all sides. “And, well, them.”

I laughed, sidling over an inch or two. “I meant, did you come alone?”

“Oh, no, man, I never come alone. More fun with someone else.” Now it was his turn to laugh, the sound rippling through me, making my balls rise. “Why, are you offering?”

I coughed, a red flush splashing across my face. See, free love hadn’t worked its way into my neck of the woods just yet. Probably never did, actually. Still, the thought was enticing. “I, um, that’s not exactly what I meant.”

He winked, his rump moving over. “Got it, man. Was just joshin’ with you,” he said. “I’m here with friends. Got separated on a joint search. Lost the friends but found the weed. No sweat, though, because we know where to meet up later. You?”

I pointed to my group, all of them now lost in conversation with a gaggle of hippie chicks, then turned to watch him as he removed the joint in question, my eyes riveted to his slender fingers. “Name’s Steven,” I told him.

“Glenn,” he replied, lifting the long, tapered object up for inspection. “Smoke?”

I nodded, shrugged. “Sure.”

He held it to his lips and lit it, sucking in, his eyes in a squint. He then leaned over. “Shotgun,” he said, inhaling the word, his lips suddenly on mine, soft like a cloud, the acrid smoke exhaled into my mouth, down my throat, through my lungs. His face retracted an inch, his eyes wide open, steely blue, wafts of smoke trailing out of his mouth, his nostrils.

He smiled. I smiled in return and exhaled. “I’ve never kissed a guy in front of a half a million people before,” I whispered into his ear. “Or, well, anypeople before.”

Again, he laughed, moving all the way over, his flowy slacks pressed up snug to my denim, his hand on my knee. “Should do it more often,” he said. “Good for the soul.” His face drew nearer, his eyes sparkling like diamonds. Again, his lips found mine, only without the smoke this go around. They mashed into mine, parting, his deft tongue snaking its way inside, coiling around, his hand rising up to caress my cheek, my neck, causing instant lumpage in my jeans.

“Yep,” I agreed, my smile widening. “My soul feels better already.” I casually glanced down, his crotch now expanding, the thin material doing little to hide his burgeoning stiffy. “And yours is looking pretty happy, too,” I added.

He pressed his hand into his lap. “Oh yeah, sucker’s on cloud nine.” He grinned, a wicked smile that sent my heart madly pounding. “Wanna see it?” he took another toke, deep, his cheeks sucking in, and again shotgunned into my lungs.

I held it in, then breathed out, enveloping us in a rich, earthy aroma. “See it? Here?” I asked with a cough that made my lungs tremble and my prick throb.

He shrugged. “Good a place as any.” He lifted his rear and slid his blanket out, the material soon billowing over our heads like a parachute before wafting down on top of us, the light pouring through in a funky kaleidoscope of color. “Alone, surrounded by half a million of our closest friends.”

Another band, Mountain, took to the stage.

Again, he leaned in, his hands on both my cheeks, his lips flush on mine, the kiss soft, tender, perfect, as the pot took hold of my brain, sending a warm eddy through my belly and a burst of fireworks off behind my eyelids. He then reached down and wriggled out of his cottony slacks, his prick springing out, hard as granite, swaying as he plopped back down. The crowd erupted in frenzied applause, more than likely for Mountain’s song, For Yasgur’s Farm, than for our antics.

I reached down to hold his prick in my hand, feeling it pulse with blood, the wide mushroomed head dribbling out a bead of slick precome. Glenn’s eyes fluttered as he let out a rumbling moan, just barely discernable through the enveloping uproar. I slapped the head against my lips before downing it, inch by steely inch, the hot flesh filling my mouth and throat as a gagging tear trailed down my cheek. Glenn’s hands stroked my long hair, though not half as long as his, as he moved in closer, our bodies meshed together in one large, blanketed lump.

While I jacked his cock with my mouth, he swayed to the music, beating out a rhythm across my upper back. I reached my hand to the ground and cupped his balls, the skin soft, covered in blond fuzz. I gave a tug and a yank, eliciting a moan and a sigh. “Mmm, you feel good, man,” he whispered down into my ear, taking a bite and a suck on my tender lobe.