MANDATORY DISCLAIMER: I don't own Caillou or any of the other characters in this story.
LESS MANDATORY DISCLAIMER: I don't actually smoke weed. I googled "how to use a bong" for the part where Caillou smokes from a bong for the first time.
"Yo Caillou, you wanna smoke up by the lake tonight?" read a text message on Caillou's cell phone. It was from his best friend Leo, who changed a lot since him and Caillou were little. For one thing, he was now absolutely, undeniably addicted to smoking weed. The amount of blunts he smoked a day only rivaled the amount smoked by Snoop Dogg, or maybe even Wiz Khalifa, but maybe that's kind of an exaggeration. Either way, Leo was always high as fucking kite. Caillou had never gotten high, but there's a first time for everything.
"Hell yeah," Caillou replied in his text message to Leo. After sending the text, Caillou opened the window to his bedroom on the first floor and jumped out of it, landing in a bush. He was trying to sneak out. He dusted himself off and made his way over to the lake. It was not a far walk, but it was dark outside so he needed to be really careful when he was walking.
It took Caillou ten minutes to walk from his house to the lake. However, it took him a while to find Leo because he was way the fuck back in the woods, so he would not be seen by cops or anyone else like that. Caillou could definitely smell Leo. Caillou turned on the flashlight that he was carrying and shone it in Leo's direction. He found out Leo was sitting on a rock, bong in hand and smoke pouring form his mouth like water from a cliff. Caillou sat on a tree stump opposite the rock, and Leo passed Caillou the bong, as well as a lighter.
"How do I use this thing?" Caillou asked.
"Put the bong in your left hand. Put your mouth- your entire mouth- over the opening," Leo replied. "Got that? Okay, now cover up that little hole with your finger- that's called a carb. Now once you've done that, you should light your lighter, hold it up to the bowl, and inhale while you're doing that. Keep inhaling, but inhale slowly. Now remove all this stuff." Leo moved his finger around. "Then inhale all of this and you'll be high in no time."
"Shit, bro," Caillou said as he passed the bong back to Leo. "Do you smoke this all the time?"
"What else would I be smoking? Some weak-ass mid? Hell no. Only the OG shit, bro." Leo set up the bong again and continued smoking from it. "Hell yeah."
After a few minutes, the weed started to fully set into Caillou's lungs. This feeling that he was feeling was weird. He was coughing a lot, and he had the feeling that time was slowing down and he was laughing at everything and asking really dumb questions.
Caillou was in an uncontrollable fit of giggles. "Dude… dude… would it be okay with you if… I sucked your dick?" he asked Leo.
"Woah, dude," he replied. "You're blazed as shit right now; you're gonna regret saying that later."
"You're blazed as shit too, Leo! Then I won't suck your dick. But dude, what if… horses could understand German? Wouldn't that be the illest shit ever?"
"Shut up, Caillou," Leo replied.
Several hours passed and Leo and Caillou were still by the lake. Both of the boys were covered in mosquito bites, but Leo had part of his cock out and had some mosquito bites on his dick. He was trying to piece together what happened last night… he and Caillou smoked some really potent weed and Caillou sucked his dick- with his consent, of course. But Caillou fell asleep before Leo could put his meaty love wand away.
The moral of the story is, don't ever go to the lake with your best friend and get high there. You're gonna end up with mosquito bites on your dick somehow.