One hit won't hurt

Drake walked along the dusty dirt road toward the setting sun. It was early June, so the sun did not set till after 9pm. He was enjoying the warm breeze as he shuffled down the nearly deserted road.

It had been tough these last few weeks. He had decided to move back home. It was the only way the 20-year-old could save up enough money to get back into community college in the fall.

He knew the only way he could get out of this shitty farm town was to get a degree. The community college in the mid-size city 40 miles to the east was all he could afford. He knew his parents would never help out, not that they could.

It’s just that he had been living on his own the last year and a half – well, with a couple of friends, in a small two-bedroom apartment. He had one bedroom, his best friend Conner and his girlfriend were in the other. All was going well, but Conner’s girlfriend thought they should be in their own place and were moving out.

No way could Drake afford the place by himself, or any other place that he could find, so here he was back at his parents’ house.

The small house was on the SW corner of an intersection with corn fields all around. The road heading west was gravel, while the other three directions were paved. It was not much to look at. When in high school he was embarrassed to even bring friends by. Not just that it was in disrepair, the siding was falling off in places and the basement was damp and stank of mildew, but it was always dirty and cluttered. He was the only one who ever did the dishes or picked up around the place.

His parents ran a small used car lot in the little town five miles away. Actually, it was his mom and his stepfather. They were always short on money and fought all the time. Drake was sure that his mom was using some kind of drug, probably both of them, but he could never figure out what she was on.

He was about two miles from the house now as he walked to one of his favorite spots. He reached the stop sign at the T in the road. He crossed the road and walked around and under a small bridge that took the road across a creek, resting up against the concrete.

It was quiet and secluded here. Just the sound of the water moving around and over the rocks just a few feet away. It was a place he could think and get away from the ever arguing ‘rents.

His body had experienced significant change the last two and a half years. The now handsome young man still saw himself as the awkward, fat, clumsy kid that he was through most of high school. When you are a guy, avoid confrontation and overweight in high school, you get a lot of shit. Verbal and physical. No one wanted you on their team, so he avoided sports.

He was now 5’10” 160 lbs, with a nice athletic body, light brown hair and striking hazel eyes. His chiseled chin had a slight crease in the middle, below his full red lips. He still could not figure out why he would get “looks” from girls and even from some guys. All those years of being made fun of and quickly looking away, were still in his brain.

Drake threw a rock in the water and felt the cool splash up on his bare legs. He looked down and thought how he really did have good looking legs. Just the right amount of hair and nicely formed calves. What had his girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend said about them? Something about loving how they felt as she rubbed her way up, just before placing her mouth over his hard cock.

Fuck! He missed head. Just because he moved back home and was now 40 miles away, she dumped him. Damn bitch.

Just then he heard a car pull up and stop next to the bridge. “Stop beating your meat and get up here.” Yelled Conner from the shot gun seat.

Drake smiled and hurried up the path to Seth’s waiting car. “Sup, guys?” As he climbed into the back seat of the old Jeep.

The three guys had been friends since Drakes family had moved into the small town, when they were in 7th grade. Being the misfits of the small school, the three boys bonded quickly. Conner was the geeky one, Drake the fat one and Seth had long blonde hair, which was not accepted in the small conservative farm town. Seth, being a narcissist, didn’t care and kept the long hair. He would always say, “fuck em if they don’t like it.”

Even though the three hung out a lot, it was different with the other two. Drake and Conner were best friends. While Seth was a good friend, he would talk down to the other two. Felt he was better than them. That aside, Conner and Drake still liked hanging around him.

They did not see as much of Seth as in the past as he had fatherly duties to deal with. Seth had knocked up his girlfriend in 11th grade and now had a three-year-old son. Since he lived with his girlfriend and their kid, he did not get to hang with the guys as often as before, so tonight was a treat.

“Here, take a hit” as Seth handed the freshly re-lit joint back to Drake in the back seat. Drake took a long drag and handed it up to Conner.

Seth pulled the Jeep out onto the country road as darkness began to descend. “Give the boy a beer” Seth barked to Conner. He quickly handed a LaBatt Blue back to Drake.

“Where are we headed?” Drake asked.

“I heard Mike is having a party at his place. Thought we could check it out.” Seth said as he turned the Jeep down another dirt road, while taking another hit on the joint and chasing it with the rest of his beer.

“Mike is a bit of a douche bag, don’t you think?” Said Conner.

“Hey, we just had to drive 40 miles to hang out with our boy here, cause your bitchy girlfriend kicked him out. There is nothing else going on for miles in this shit hole.” Snapped Seth.

Drake kept his mouth shut, not wanting to piss Seth off even more, though he had not heard good things about Mike. He was known as a local drug dealer. He lived in an old trailer well off the farm road about three miles from where Drake lived. He was in his late twenties and hung around with an unsavory crowd, rather the crowd hung around him. He just gave Drake the creeps.

Seth pulled the Jeep into the long dirt driveway, the trees and bushes scraping along the sides of the vehicle as they made their way down the dark winding path. The headlights lit up the trailer and five other trucks parked about, in-between junk cars and appliances just lying around the yard.

Mike appeared on the leaning metal steps under the dim porch light, with a large handgun in his hand. “Who the fuck is it?” He yelled.

“Whoa dude. It’s Seth, Conner and Drake. You texted me about the party.”

“Sorry guys. Can’t be too careful you know. Come on in.”

Seth climbed out of the Jeep. Conner looked back at Drake, his worried face illuminated by the dome light. “We could just walk back to my place.” Drake suggested.

“No way. Seth will be royally pissed. You know that! Let’s just stay for a bit and try to come up with a better plan.”

WHAM! A hand slammed up against Conners window and the door flew open. “You bitches coming in, or you gonna stay out here and make out?” Seth sneered.

Drake and Conner jumped out of the Jeep and made their way up the rickety steps behind Seth, into the smoke-filled trailer house. There were about 10 other people sitting around smoking pot and whatever else, looking kinda stoned, listening to music.

“Mike, you remember Conner, used to live in town.”

“Not really. Hey Conner, grab yourself a drink over on the table.”

“You know Drake don’t you? He lives just up the road on the corner.”

“Oh yeah. Haven’t seen you in a while bro. Damn you really grew up. Didn’t you used to be fat?”

“Yeah” Drake sighed.

“Hey, don’t sweat it. You’re a hot looking stud now. Bet you could nail any one of the chicks here tonight if you wanted. They would be all over your handsome ass.” Said Mike smiling widely.

Drake was reeling from all the compliments coming from Mike. Maybe he had misjudged him. All he knew is that he was suddenly feeling a lot more comfortable about Mike.

“Yeah our boy has really come into his own.” Laughed Seth, slapping Drake on his broad shoulders.

“Hey Amy. This stud wants you to fetch him a drink.” Said Mike to a hot looking brunette seated at the bar.

Drake blushed. “You don’t have to.” But Amy was already carrying a glass over to Drake filled with a drink.

“Here you go, gorgeous.” As she rubbed her hand across Drake’s firm pecs. “I hope you like it. I gave it a man’s size shot.”

Drake took a drink. It didn’t taste bad, but he could tell it was strong. “Don’t just sip it honey, I will get you another.”

Drake started to stop her, but she was already gone back to the kitchen.

“Damn bro. Did I just see that smokin’ bitch feel you up? You’ve been here, what? Two minutes? Haven’t I been telling you that you’re not that fat kid anymore? You are one hot stud now and can do so much better than that bitch you were dating? What’d you get after four months? A blow job now and then?”

Drake’s mind was reeling. The pot and beer on the ride over along with the strong drink he had already downed must be playing with his mind. Was Seth really talking about his hot body? Mike too? Amy as well? ‘Fuck! What a great party.’ The buzzed stud thought.

Amy already placed another, even stronger drink in his hand and was rubbing up against him and groping his muscular bubble butt. Drake gulped the drink down and put his arms around the hot babe as they swayed to the music, oblivious to the people around them.

Conner saw what was going on and could tell his friend was getting drunk fast. He waited for Amy to go for another drink, and he moved up beside Drake.

“Bro, think you should slow down? Do you want to head out soon?”

“Dude, did you see how hot she is? I think she wants to fuck me. I could lose my virginity tonight.” The smiling boy slurred. “Besides I live just up the road. I can walk home whenever I want. Don’t worry about me bro.”

It was getting late, and people were starting to leave. Conner had lost track of Drake and had not seen him in a while. He walked up to Seth. “Have you seen Drake?”

“Why, is it time for him to blow you?” Laughed Seth.

Why did he always have to be such a dick? “The parties breaking up and I do not know where he is.”

“Holy shit. Look at the time. We gotta bounce dude. Hey Mike. Do you know where Drake is?”

Mike got a big smile on his face. “Amy has him in the back, teaching him some crazy positions. I don’t think he will be leaving for a while. I will make sure he gets home OK in the morning, if he can walk.” Mike said laughing.

“Ok, thanks man. We gotta go.” Said a buzzed Seth.

Conner’s thinking was blurred too, thinking how excited Drake sounded about getting laid for the first time. He was probably fucking Amy in the back bedroom right now. “Yeah, lets go Seth. I got shit to do tomorrow.”

Conner quickly texted Drake. ‘We are heading out bro. Have a great time with Amy. Text me when you get home tomorrow.’

Mike walked into the back bedroom as Amy was riding Drake’s cock. “You having a good time?” Mike asked. Amy kept moving her cunt up and down on the young stud’s cock, hard again after cumming three times already.

The drunk Drake smiled and slurred “you bet.”

“This will make it even better. Open your mouth and share it with Amy.”

‘Shit, the drunk Drake thought. One hit won’t hurt.’

Mike poured his special gel-like mixture into the young stud’s mouth. Amy immediately began kissing Drake, lapping as much as she could. In his position Drake had to swallow it down so he could breathe.

Quickly Drake felt a feeling sweeping over him. A feeling of euphoria and greatly heightened sexual feelings. He could tell Amy felt it too. She was ravaging his mouth and her cunt was clamped even tighter on his hard young cock.

He wasn’t sure what Mike said to her, his mind was in such a cloud of ecstasy, but she flipped over on her back and wrapped her legs around the sweaty young stud as he repeatedly pounded his hard member into her. He never wanted this feeling to end.

Drake didn’t notice Amy looking up at Mike. He had forgotten that he was even there. Amy nodded and moved her hand down between the muscled globes of the hot kids thrusting ass and began to message her fingers around his sweaty hole. Drake groaned.

Mike squeezed some lube out on Amy’s hand, and she spread it across the boy’s tight sphincter. The drug was making Drake’s senses go into overload. Amy slipped a lubed finger into the virgin boy hole, eliciting a loud cry of ecstasy from the drugged stud. She drove it in and out of the tight hole and added another, then another.

The stimulation was driving the thrusting stud wild. His brain was like it was like it was locked in time in a state of orgasmic euphoria, yet he was not ready to cum. He wanted more. He needed more.

He felt her fingers leave his tight ass. “No, no. Put them back in. Finger my hole. It feels so good.” He begged.

He heard the sound of a hum. Mike put the vibrater up against the studs winking ring. “How does that feel, stud?”

Drake was gasping at the feeling the shaking tool was giving to his lubed virgin ass. “Oh Fuck! That feels so good. Oh fuck!”

Mike moved the tool so just the vibrating tip was inside the boy’s pussy lips. Drake was moaning and groaning as he panted. “Oh yeah, Oh god yeah!”

“Should I push it in? Can you handle it?”

The vibrations were driving the horny young stud crazy. The feelings coming over him were so intense he wanted more. So much more.

“Push it into me. Fuck me with it. Fuck me hard.”

Mick pushed the vibrating tool into the lubed virgin pussy to the hilt. Drake’s eyes rolled back into his head. Drool dripped out of his mouth onto the face of the slut below him as he continued to drive his hard cock into her sloppy wet cunt.

Amy had been coming down from her high and her pussy was getting sore from the continuous pummeling it had taken, over the last three hours from the stud on top of her.

“Mike, I need more. Please give me more.” She begged.

Drake could also feel the euphoria draining away. He wanted that feeling back and now understood what Amy was begging for. “I need more too. I must have more.”

Mike smiled thinking how well his plan was coming together. He took out his hard cock and smeared it with the drugged gel. He put it down between the two mating twenty somethings. Amy immediately sucked the cock into her mouth, licking and lapping the gel off of the inflated member. Drake looked at the hard cock, inches from his mouth, going in and out of the hot chick’s mouth.

The drug kicked in and Amy started bucking and screaming for Drake to fuck her harder. Mike smeared more gel on his hard cock and pointed it at Drake’s red lips. Even in his drugged state, Drake slowly shook his head side to side. Mike grabbed his light brown hair and jerked the young studs head back, causing his mouth to open. Drake felt a hard cock on his lips, just the tip in his mouth, for the first time in his life. He started to protest, but the drug was already on his lips and tongue. He swallowed instinctively as the gel dropped into his mouth.

The effect was immediate. He wanted more. He plunged his mouth onto the hard cock and began to suck. He needed more of this fluid. He licked and sucked as Mike held his hair and fucked his mouth, while the young stud picked up the pace fucking the slut below him, his muscles bulging and glistening with sweat.

The cock was pushing further and further into his inexperienced mouth, but he wanted it deeper, knowing it was delivering more of the drug he craved. The swollen 8” cock hit the back of his throat, causing him to gag, but Mike kept thrusting.

“Breathe through your nose, you dumb shit and you will get more gel.”

Drake could not think of anything other than getting more of the fluid into his mouth. If this cock was the way to get that feeling again, than he would do whatever he needed. He took a breath and opened his throat as the large cock pressed into his virgin throat. His lips were pressed tightly against the pubic hair of the drug dealer and his square chin pushing tightly against the large hot balls of the man standing over him.

Watching the two hot youths go at it and getting the straight young stud to beg for the vibrator to be shoved up his virgin ass, not to mention his 8” cock now lodged firmly down the 20-year-old kids throat brought the drug dealer over the edge.

“Fuck! Swallow my load stud!” As he pumped rope after rope of hot cum down the throat and filling the mouth of the sucking kid, with some dribbling out the corners of his open mouth. With his mouth still full he slammed into the cunt below him and dumped his load into her stretched pussy.

As Drake swallowed down the last of the large load, it finally hit his drugged brain that he had just sucked a cock and swallowed a large amount of cum.

He climbed out of the bed, pulling the vibrating tool out of his ass. He looked around for his clothes and began to pull them on over his sweaty body. He was coming down fast from the drug and had to get out of there.

“You be sure to come back when you want some more of my special mix.” Sneered Mike.

The handsome stud just walked past the smiling drug dealer and out the driveway toward the breaking dawn.