This story contains graphic description of gay sex, features profanity and drug use. If you live in a backwards part of the world, or think you might take offence, please do not continue reading.
The characters contained within this story are entirely fictional (wink) and should be taken as such. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is entirely and shockingly coincidental.
Remember, drugs are bad Mmmkay as demonstrated in this story - and always practice safer sex.
"Faster or I'll drop him!"
"He's so wrecked he probably wouldn't even notice."
"What about in here?"
"Fine!"
Everything went dark as I was finally put down, if I had really concentrated I could probably have worked out more of what was going on, but I was completely spun. I didn't care in the slightest.
"Wasn't he like a prefect?"
"Do you think he even knows what's happening?"
"Hey, look - he's fucking chubbed up"
There were two of them, maybe three, I really couldn't tell. I knew I was hard, I could feel one of them prodding at my dick and with each touch a spasm of pleasure ran straight to my head, each time it felt like was falling faster and faster through the cold concrete floor. Whatever I had taken had hit me like a brick. This wasn't ecstasy.
I groaned as they tugged at my jeans, pulling them down to my ankles.
"It's smaller than I thought it would be"
I felt another hand examine my now engorged and leaking dick, squeezing my balls, I had lost all control, this was exactly how I want to feel all the time.
"Hey gay boy! Are you done?"
"Fuck off! I've never seen another guy's hard dick before!"
"Well I'll go first and you can see mine"
I groaned again.
"Shit. What if he comes round?"
"Just hurry up will you?"
"Get out then"
"I'm not waiting outside, what if a teacher comes?"
"For fuck's sake!"
Rustling. Silence. It seemed like an hour and I was starting to worry they had left...
"Hey"
I felt a slow burn across my cheek - I think they slapped me - I was just too fucked to notice. I try and lift my head but it's too heavy. I vaguely grope at my dick instead.
"He's fucked, look at him!"
"So do it"
I heard jeans unzip and then a clunk, the telltale sign of belted trousers hitting the floor.
"I can't believe we're doing this!"
"Not exactly how you planned to lose your V-plates though is it!"
Two of them, definitely. I didn't even care. My legs were lifted ever so slightly into the air and I could feel it, a warm wet dick being pressed against me, solid, eager and dripping all over my balls and down my crack.
"I can't see what I'm doing, wait - I think I've got it"
Finding my hole he pushed it in, if I hadn't been so far gone it might have hurt.
"I can't...it's too tight"
"So spit on it"
I heard another zip.
"Get it out of my face!"
"I'm leaking all down my leg"
"So go tug it somewhere else"
"I don't think I've been so hard, what if someone catches us?"
"All the teachers are back in the hall!"
With another push, and a groan on my part, his dick thrust all the way inside me. Right to the hilt.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck"
"What's it like....Dude"
"It's really warm - and tight"
"Guess he hasn't been overused then?"
The dick withdrew and then thrust back inside, it was only a gentle movement but enough to bring my head into contact with the wall behind me.
Another thrust, faster this time.
"Hurry up or I'm gonna nut right here"
"I'm close"
Getting his rhythm he began pounding into me, each slap sent me spinning faster and faster, at one point I thought I might be sick, I could see colours and shapes, this was so intense. For a second I couldn't even remember who or where I...
"Uuunnggh"
Everything stopped, the room returned to a gentle spin. I could his cum spraying inside of me, I was officially a hole to be used, a living breathing sex toy - and the thought made my dick throb.
He stayed inside me for a few more seconds, slowly removing with a Shlllooopp suction sound.
"Fuck, that was..."
"Move out the way"
I heard a dull shuffle, before my hole was quickly filled again, either this second dick was smaller or my hole had been ruined by the first fucking.
"Shit it's so warm. Wee Gross, I think I can feel your cum"
Wetter than normal, round two began, more forceful this time and I was starting to come round a little bit more, enough to notice that his dick kept slipping out and he'd have to re-position it.
"I can't do this with his dick staring at me"
"So roll him over a bit"
My legs were brought down and I was pushed to my side.
"Hey, what's this?
"I don't know...looks like salt or something?"
"Think it's what he's taken? Maybe we should keep it"
"Yeah, cos he's a great advert for whatever the fuck that is - take drugs, be a cum dump"
"I don't know man, he looks like he's having a blast"
My dick now pressed against the cold concrete, precum oozing out as my hole was refilled. He had a better purchase this time and fucked me forcefully, grabbing my arm so hard I thought he might break it.
I could hear him grunting, feel his balls slap against me.
"Shhh - someone will hear us!"
"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum"
Suddenly his dick was gone and I was rolled onto my back again. I was beginning to sober up, they were blurry but I could just make out their silhouettes before
A gasp, cum was shot all over my face and hair.
Heaving breaths.
"Fuck"
"Why did you do that?"
"Cos it's funny, plus I'm not gay why would I shoot it up his arse?"
"Fuck off I'm not gay either.
"So that's what it feels like! Think cunts are the same?"
"I dunno, maybe"
"Do we leave him here?"
I had just about regained the use of my arms now, and tried move a little.
"Shit!" They jumped out of their skins. Quickly getting dressed they ran, leaving me in my whore-like state, trousers round my ankles, hard dick pressed against my stomach, face covered in cum.
I instinctively reached around for the little plastic baggie they'd dropped on the floor, enjoying the sensation of looseness between my legs.
The door opened and closed again, I didn't want to look...
"Looking for this?"
I couldn't see what he was referring to, but I recognised his voice. It was the first boy. I slumped back against the floor, no matter how hard I looked his face was still a blur.
Soft mousey brown hair was what I noticed first - smooth skin and a kind boyish face.
"You look like shit, you know that? Like really ill, are you ok? He asked.
"I feel great" I murmur, it was all I could manage to say.
He breathed a heavy sigh and held a cold and metal object to my nose - a key. With his other hand pressed shut my nostril.
"Here".
I inhaled, feeling the burn run into my head and the bitter drip form at the back of my throat.
"What does it feel like?"
I thought about the reply and realised I couldn't answer. I waited for the impending rush only to be surprised by another feeling;
Warm, wet lips running the length of my still stiff erection.
The sensations brought on by the little grey crystals and his warm sucking mouth built quickly to an overwhelming climax and I shuddered, my body spasming as I came, leaving him choking and spluttering in the corner!
"Thanks for the warning!" He gasped between splutters.
After a while, a second bump was proffered to my nostrils and I inhaled again.
"This stuff will kill you, you know that?"
I didn't care, my eyelids were beginning to droop and reality was slowly collapsing in on itself.
I felt him close to me now his breath on my face and a gentle kiss on my cheek.
"Thank you" he whispered.
And then he left.
In the final moments before I blacked out I had a brief moment of clarity, I had snuck back into school to find my 'stash', oblivious to the junior school dance that was in progress. I must have passed out by my locker and been found by two of the students.
They couldn't have been older than 13/14, which made them four years younger than me. Did that make me a rapist? Or them? How long could I lie here before I was found? Maybe they'd come back.
My dick slowly began to re-inflate, not that I could do anything about it.
What had happened to my life? Two months ago I thought drugs were for losers - not that I regretted any moment of it. I'd always wanted to be a mess and finally I was one.
Maybe I should start from he beginning...
Let me know if you want to find how it all started.