One hit won't hurt

Drake was exhausted as he walked the three miles back to his house. The sun was just breaking over the field in the eastern sky. His ass cheeks still slick from the lube that Amy had used so Mike could shove the vibrator up his virgin ass.

‘What the fuck was with this gay shit?’ He thought. ‘Why would Mike do that and why did he insist on making him take more of his “special drug” by sucking and licking it off his hard cock? For god’s sake, why did he do it? Why did it feel so fucking insanely good?’ Drake wrestled with these thoughts as he forced his tired body to keep going down the side of the country road.

He opened the front door quietly and made his way silently to his bedroom. The worn-out stud collapsed on top of his unmade bed, shoes and all and immediately passed out.

It was after 1pm and Drake woke to his mom shaking him and yelling like a mad woman. “Get your lazy ass up. You were supposed to be down at the lot this morning. There are customers waiting to get shit done. You want to live here, you have to help out. Nothing is for free.” She screamed.

“All right, all right. Stop yelling. I’ll get up.” The dazed boy replied.

“You damn well better.” He heard her yell as the screen door slammed shut and he heard her tires spinning in the gravel driveway.

Drake looked down at his phone. He had like ten messages from Conner. Did he get laid? Was he home yet? Was he OK? Each text looking more concerned than the next. ‘Dude, I’m OK. Gotta go to work. Will talk to you later.’

He was still very tired as he made it through the tasks at the car lot. He had a few cars to wash and detail as well as a few oil changes to do. Even though he kept busy his mind kept going back to the night before and his young cock would get hard at the thought. He would force the thoughts from his mind, only for them to return. ‘What was that shit he gave me?’ He thought.

Drake was leaning over the open tailgate of a Z71 pickup, washing out the bed when he heard a noise behind him. He turned his bare torso only to see Les staring at his ass, covered by the stretched fabric of his tan shorts. Les’s eyes were locked on the muscled globes and Drake could swear he even licked his lips, drinking in the sight of the wet stud bent over the tailgate wearing only shorts and flip flops.

“What’s up Les?” Drake said with dread, looking around for his shirt.

Les gave him the creeps. He was the 45-year-old sleaze bag that did most of loans for the customers of the lot. Most of them had very bad credit, but good ol’ Les would help them out. With interest rates triple the going rate. He was overweight, with a big gut. His brow was always sweaty, and he frequently wiped it with his nasty stained hanky that he kept in his pocket. He was balding and stood about 5’6” tall. The worst was how he always seemed to be leering at the boy. Undressing him with his beady little eyes.

“Looking good there boy.” He said slowly as he continued to stare at the wide tanned shoulders tapering down to the thin waist, the muscles bulging from the twisted torso. Down to the muscled ass and the thick hairy thighs and the well-muscled calves. The perfect wet feet, with the cute short toes flexing in the red flip flops. He then slurped up some drool that had begun to leak from his mouth.

When Drake was 17 and had begun to blossom into the handsome stud that he was today, Les started paying far too much attention to the boy. He was always trying to get into Drakes personal space, would always touch him in ways that made him very uncomfortable.

One day Drake had a car up on the lift doing an oil change. He had one hand holding the oil pan and the other unscrewing the oil filter when he felt a hand groping his ass. He turned his head to see a smiling Les. He told his mom and she told him to stop making shit up. He needed to be nice to Les. They needed him to finance cars for the customers. After that Drake just made sure to keep his distance.

“Well gotta go. Really busy today.” Drake said to Les as he quickly made his way to the other side of the lot.

That night and the next, Drake could not sleep. All day he fought his mind going back to the night at Mike’s trailer, but at night it was far worse. He tried to beat off, but it was nothing like the heightened sensory system overload that the drug had given him. By the end of the second night, he was at his wits end. He had to have that feeling again. He craved that euphoria, along with the mind-blowing orgasmic explosion.

‘How did he get here?’ Drake thought as he knocked on the rusty trailer door.

“What do you want?” Mike said gruffly as he opened the door.

“Um, well I…” He couldn’t think what to say. ‘Was he just supposed to blurt out that he wanted more of the drug that he had a couple of nights ago? What the fuck was he doing here?’

Mike loved watching the young stud squirm. He knew the addictive drug would have the kid back craving more. It is how he kept the three whores under his thumb and on a short leash. When he saw the hot kid walk through his door two nights ago, he immediately hatched a plan to expand his client base.

“Would you like to come in and have a drink?”

“That would be great.” The nervous kid replied.

Drake looked around and saw the three girls that were here the other night, in the living room watching TV. He looked at Amy and smiled. She looked at him and then back to the TV. Like she didn’t even know who he was.

“Scram.” Mike barked to the girls as he handed Drake a mixed drink. They immediately got up and moved out of the room to the back of the trailer.

Drake looked confused as he sipped on the rum and coke. Not what he was craving. “Had to get the bitches out of here so we could talk. I assume there is something you want to talk about.” Mike asked, pretending not to know the reason for the visit. “Have a seat.”

The young stud sat down on the stained couch and took another sip of the strong drink. “Did you have a good time the other night?” The drug dealer asked.

“Yyyes I did.” The boy stammered. Being in the trailer, knowing he was so close to the drug he craved was driving the kid crazy. He had to have that feeling again. “Do you have your special drink?” He quickly choked out.

Mike smiled. “You know that drink costs a lot of money. You also had Amy for a number of hours the other night, and she costs a lot of money per hour. The way I see it, you already owe me a tidy sum. Do you have a lot of money?”

Drake’s mind was racing. ‘Oh shit. He hadn’t thought about having to pay for the drink / drug. He hadn’t even thought about Amy being a whore and that he was supposed to pay for her. Holy shit! He lost his virginity to a whore.’

“Well stud? Do you?”

The 20-year-old felt trapped. He had to have the drug, but he had no money on him, at least not near enough to pay for what he assumed he owed. “No, I do not have much money.”

“Well, that is a problem. I assume you want some more of my special drink.”

Just the mention of it made the kids face light up. He sat forward on the couch, practically panting. “Yes, I would LOVE some more of your special drink.”

“You have no money, how are you going to pay for it? What would you do for it?”

“I don’t have money, but I would do anything for it.” Gushed the desperate stud.

“Really, anything?”

Drake was getting more desperate by the minute. He had to have another hit. “Yes, I would do anything for another hit of your mix.”

“I am only going to ask you one more time. If you confirm “anything” I will make sure you get another hit tonight. If you are not sure you would do “anything” then get out that door and never come back. I do not have time to waste with stupid shits who do not know what they are saying. I say do it and you will. No questions asked, period.”

Drake thought ‘he was not a stupid shit. He knew what he was saying, and he really really wanted that special drink.’ “Tell me what you want.”

“Give me your unlocked phone.”

Drake handed Mike his phone. Mike typed in some information and handed it back.

“Now you have my contact info and I have yours. When I tell you to get over here, you will do so immediately. Is that understood? I don’t care if you’re at your mother’s funeral, you’ll get here.”

“Yes.” Drake was sweating. He knew he was getting close to that feeling again. He wanted it so bad.

“Get on your knees.”

Drake dropped to his knees on the matted carpet.

“Crawl to me.”

Drake hesitated for a second and then crawled over to the seated drug dealer.

“Rub against me like you are a purring cat.”

‘What the fuck was this dude doing? Just give me the shit already.’ Drake thought while he rubbed his light brown hair up and down the bare hairy leg of his tormenter.

“I don’t hear any purring. Lick the hair on my legs while you are at it.”

Drake started purring and stuck his tongue out and began to lick the hair on Mike’s thin legs.

Mike reached back for a bottle and put a tiny drop of the gel on his thumb. “Here is what you came for bitch.” And he held his thumb out. Drake latched on to the thumb and sucked with all his might as he tasted the nectar he craved.

“You really have a talented mouth. Born to suck, I say. Take my shorts off.”

Drake looked up into Mike’s eyes. He reached up and unbuttoned the shorts, feeling a minor buzz from the tiny drop of gel he had sucked off Mike’s thumb. He pulled the zipper down and Mike lifted up off the chair. Drake understood and pulled down the drug dealers shorts and underwear. His face was so close he could smell the familiar heat and scent of two nights ago.

Mike dropped a few more drops of the gel on his large balls and looked at the handsome kneeling stud. Drake’s eyes were locked on the drops like a laser. He looked up at the dealer and Mike nodded. Drake dove his tongue onto the drops and licked and sucked the juice off the warm testicles.

“Give my cock some attention too, boy. You gotta learn your place.”

‘What did he mean by that? Did it really matter? His lips and tongue were on the guy’s balls, for god’s sake.’ The drug was kicking in more now as the kneeling stud moved his young mouth to the tip of the hard leaking cock and took it in. He licked the clear liquid off the tip and moved down the shaft, bobbing his head up and down to please the owner of the magic gel.

“Get your clothes off slut.” Mike commanded.

“I thought you wanted me to…..” Slap! Mike’s hand connected hard to the side of the kneeling boys face knocking him sideways to the floor.

“Did I ask you a question? You do as I say without comment. Do you understand whore?”

His eyes watering, Drake pulled off his T shirt. He pulled off his red Nike shoes and leaned back and slid his shorts down, his cheek now sporting a bright red handprint.

“Now get over here.” Mike barked. He bent over the couch and poured some gel into his ass crack. “Your tongue wants it, go get it.”

Drake eyes glazed with need for more of the drug, grabbed the dealers’ white globes and pulled them apart. He stuck his face in the hairy crack and began to lick the sweet gel out. “Get in deeper whore. I want to feel your tongue in my ass.”

Drake pulled the cheeks further apart and drove his tongue into the hot wrinkled eye of the man. “Ah yeah. That’s it. Push that tongue in my ass.” Mike moaned.

The full effect of the drug were now hitting the handsome young man as he lapped it from the drug dealers hairy crack. ‘Why was his cock hard while he licked a guy’s ass?’

“Remember how good that vibrator felt in your ass?” Drake nodded in embarrassment.

“Lay down on your back and grab your legs behind your knees.”

Drake hesitated. He hadn’t seen the vibrator and Mike was naked and hard. Even in his drugged state he knew where this could be headed. Mike raised his hand. Drake quickly laid down on the carpet and pulled his legs up.

Mike grabbed a bottle of lube and began to spread it around the boy’s ass. He pushed a finger in the tight ring and moved it around. A loud moan escaped the studs red lips.

“You like that. Feels good, don’t it?”

“Yessss, push it in deeper.” The drugged stud moaned, his heightened senses going into overdrive.

Mike added another finger and quickly another. “Should I get the vibrator?”

“Yes please put it in me. Put the vibrator in my ass again. Please.” Gushed the panting stud pulling his knees further back.

Mike grabbed the vibrator and turned it on. Just the buzzing sound drove the naked, prone stud mad. “Don’t wait, shove it in me now.” He begged.

Mike drove the tool into the tight lubed ass with one hard push.

“AAAAHHHGGGG” Cried the young stud. “It feels so good.” He moaned.

Mike moved the pulsating tool in and out of the boy’s tight ass, as the boy gasped and tried to push back on it to force more into his willing channel.

He moved around and placed his soft cock over the gasping boys’ lips. Drake immediately lifted his head and sucked the flaccid member into his hot wet mouth. It quickly grew and hardened in the young stud’s hot mouth, while Mike continued to thrust the tool in and out of the boy’s greedy ass.

All at once Mike pulled the tool out and set it aside. He pulled his cock out of the kids mouth with a “pop.”

Drakes’ senses were all on overload, his cock was leaking like crazy, pooling on his hard abs. He wanted more stimulation to go along with his drug filled brain. He needed more stimulation.

“Please put it back in me. Please Mike. I beg you.”

“My cock is much bigger and will feel even better. Should I put my cock in you?” Mike had moved around and was rubbing his stiff tool up and down the slippery wet crack of the begging boy. He placed the leaking head at the loosened hole and pressed while continuing to move it up and down. The extra feeling was all the young stud needed.

“Put your cock in me. I need your cock in me. Please Mike, fuck me with your big cock.”

Mike pushed his hips forward and watched as his purple head pushed past the boy’s lubed sphincter and began to disappear into the stretched virgin pussy. Drake’s eyes grew wide as the enormous pressure of his virgin ass being stretched beyond anything it had ever felt. Mike continued to push until his pubes were mashed against the white globes of the virgin ass.

Drake lay there holding his knees up as he looked up into the face of the man who had just drove his hard cock to his anal depths. He felt so full, and his ass was burning, but it felt so great at the same time.

Mike pulled out and slammed his 8” cock back in to the hilt. Driving a gasp from the virgin’s mouth. The process began again and again. Drake was now begging Mike to fuck him harder. “Fuck me harder with that big cock. Fuck me, breed me. Drive that big cock into my pussy.” The drugged boy begged.

Mike loved hearing this from his future whore. This hot stud, once trained, should add significant income to his current three whore stable. The 20-year-old stud could not have any idea on how many hard cocks would be slamming into his hot boy hole.

The drug dealer drove his cock into the hot welcoming channel of the writhing whore-in-training and pumped the kid full of his steaming sperm. Feeling the hot fluid being injected into him pushed Drake over the edge. His young cock began to spew rope after rope of cum up onto the chest of his Impaler as well as onto his well-defined abs. Mike pulled his cock out of the boy’s fertilized pussy.

“Clean my cock, bitch.” Mike commanded, as he presented his cum and ass juice coated cock to the panting boys red lips. Drake obediently opened his mouth and sucked the softening cock in. Licking and sucking the phallus clean.

“I gotta say whore, you have one hot tight ass.” Mike slapped the large globe. “Now get your whore ass out of here and be ready for my text.”

Drake was coming down from the effects of the powerful drug mixture and began pulling on his clothes. He pulled his shirt over his sweaty and cum soaked chest. ‘Did he really just cum from being fucked in the ass by a big cock? Ready for his text? What the fuck was he talking about?’

The reality of his new life had not yet sunk into the handsome boy.