Summary
I should have been out of here fifteen minutes earlier, I realized. I did manage to get out before Brad entered the room with his next appointment, though. I didn’t know how he did it. One an hour. He couldn’t have given everyone the service he’d given me. And now that I thought about it, I think he did say a couple of times during the cocking that I was a special one for him.
I stumbled down the alley and to my car and just sat there, waiting for the world to come into focus. Still in the glow of the memory of it, I fished out my cock and slowly jacked off again. I had enough of a buzz on to enjoy it immensely. I sort of could see why these guys got into drugs. The combination of Brad’s cock and the drug were enough to pull me back to him for more of the same. If it didn’t scare me shitless, of course.
I wondered what it was he’d put up my nose—and whether there were any long-term effects. He’d taken me by surprise on that. I thought I’d made clear I didn’t want the hit with it. But I knew now that I shouldn’t have been surprised. He was a pusher, after all. Everything else was done to get the young college students hooked and coming back for more. I wondered if that was totally true with me, though. He kept telling me he enjoyed the fucking. I had to believe that his body wasn’t lying about that.
I became more alert, but I dared not leave yet. It would be the end of me to be pulled over by one of my own patrolmen and found to be high. I ejaculated but was still hard—still in lust. I began stroking myself again. I wondered if this—the ability to keep it up, keep it spouting—was a function of the drug or of Brad. Most likely the combination of the two. Whatever, I’d never felt so high on it and able to shoot again and again. I was on top of the world.
So, I sat and waited—for nearly two hours—for my mind to come completely back, for my body to stop craving the working of my cock, the miraculously close-timed ejaculations. And as I waited, I fantasized. He’d be taken in just over a week now, unless he moved on before that. I could tell him, of course. But I wouldn’t do that. The sex was OK, but the drugs weren’t. He needed to be stopped on that.