The Drug Again
I was kinda bored the other night so I
headed to the park. There was a
new moon, and it was extremely dark.
A couple cars were in the lot, but for all I knew they were bashers or
undercover cops. The park can be a
dangerous place at night, so I erred on the better side of caution. Once in the Tearoom I stopped to let my
eyes adjust. It was pitch black,
except for incandescent flickers as vehicles traversed the lot.
At the urinal, a Tall Dude was getting
sucked by a Young Guy. I must have
missed part of the action cause his pants were already down around his
feet. An Old Fart stole up behind
him, spat on his Shaft, and rammed it up the Youngster's Ass.
The Kid squealed like a pig, though it
sounded kinda funny since his mouth was stuffed with Cock. The Punk struggled to pull off; but the
Dude fucking his face gripped his head tightly, and the Troll behind him locked
his arms about his waist. He was
impaled beyond escape.
A few minutes later both men cried out as they shot inside the
Kid. The Boy protested
vehemently, but choked and gagged as the Tall One spooged down his throat.
The two Assailants pulled out; and the
defeated, ravaged Youth slumped to the floor. One of the men wrapped his arm around the other, like
they were lovers or good friends. The Troll rebuked the Punk, "You're a Tight Fuck, Sonny Boy; but
ya gotta learn to play the game."
I glanced down at the sobbing
Youth. He looked like he was gonna
puke, but climbed slowly to his knees. He asked why I hadn't intervened. I shrugged; but he persisted, "WHY!?"
"Getting’ raped by a
couple of Perverts? You call that
fun? Fuck you!”
Ungrateful Dude! That Boy's response reminded me
of how I was ungrateful once.
It was during a thunderstorm.
I didn't think anyone'd be in the park, but decided to chance it. I was surprised to find several cars in
the lot, one of which was a black van.
No sooner did I walk into the john than
I saw a huge bulky man standing near the urinal. Fuck was he built!
In his late 30's, 6'5", solid muscle, bald head, and wearing
fatigues. Needless to say I was
more than wary—especially of someone who towered over me like that. I looked at him awestruck as I walked
past.
I'd gotten soaked from the rainstorm
and dried myself with toilet paper.
I saw the Guy was staring at my stall. I didn't know if he was cruisin’ me or what—so I decided to
get the hell outta there.
As I walked by he grabbed my arm. He pulled out his Cock. It was a Monster—9", thick as a
beer can. He pushed me to my knees
and slapped that Monster ‘cross my face, commanding, "SUCK IT!"
I did as I was told. It was hard getting the whole thing
down my throat, but he fed it to me slowly. Gradually my lips grew moist with his PreCum. He ordered me to follow him to his
black van. I noticed all the other
cars had gone. It was just he and
I left in the park. He pushed me
inside.
"Got a handle, Sonny?"
'Of course, you Stupid Shit!' I thought; but replied succinctly, "My name
is Charles."
"Well, Charlie Boy, you and me are gonna party.” He pulled a syringe outta his pocket.
Till then I'd done nothing more extreme than Poppers. The Dude took off his jacket and stuck
the needle his arm. Fascinated I
watched the liquid shit disperse.
"Your turn, Boy." He pulled off my Tee.
"I don't like needles, Sir."
"Yer gonna love this one." God, it was sleazy the way he
grinned. He grabbed my trembling
arm and plunged the dirty needle in.
With the enthusiasm of a condemned man,
I watched the once clear fluid, now tainted pink, inject into my
bloodstream. I sat
transfixed and waited.
He roused me from my reverie by gnawing
on my Nips. He pulled me to his
chest and demanded I succor him in kind.
He pushed me down on his Mammoth Shaft and soon Spittle and Precum were
drooling from my lips. As I
struggled to take him down my throat, he berated me with oaths and curses. I grew erect. It was the drug, I knew. Soon
I was slurping on his thick Dick like a
Sex-Crazed Prostitute.
It was the drug, I knew.
The Fag made me pig-out on every inch
of his athletic bod. I sucked his
Dick. I took his Loads. He batted me about, and I deserved it. The drug
again, I knew. He sat on my face, and I ate his
shitty Hole. He fucked me
raw and took Viagra to keep erect.
In turn I used the Poppers he provided.
His beefy fist squirreled up my
Rectum—up to the wrist—while I begged and moaned for his whole arm. It was the drug, I knew.
How hot he
was and what and what a worthless Shit I was! The drug again, I knew. He
convinced me I was a Fuckin' Slut who’d eat out any Hole that came along and
stretch my legs back over my head in accession to all Cummers. It was the drug,
I knew.
I licked his jockstrap and sucked it clean—the
Sweat and Piss and Shit and Cum out of his undergarment. The influence of
the drug, I knew.
My Pussy was on fire by then. I could have taken a fuckin’ baseball
bat and wanted to fuck on forever. The drug again,
I knew. I stuck my fingers up my Ass, scooping
out the red-brown Goop, and ravaged down the sacrilegious excrement.
I woke in the morning, slumped over my
steering wheel, with one horrendously sore Ass. I’d learned what a Fuckin' Slut I was—who’d eat out any Hole
that came along and stretch my legs back over my head for ingress by all
Cummers. I had to be
honest—confront myself. It wasn’t just the drug. I knew!