"Well, you seem to have taken a liking to corruption." He laughed and passed the mirror and the little straw over to me. I held it in one hand.

"What do I do?"

"You really are a virgin. Haven't you seen Scarface?" Marc laughed again, delighted with himself. "Just hold the mirror up high, hold the straw to your nostril, then inhale one of the lines, and keep inhaling until it's all gone."

I did as instructed, and when I was finished I handed the mirror and straw back to him. My entire right nostril went numb, and I had this weird taste in the back of my mouth. I gagged a bit, and then it felt like something slid down my throat. I grabbed my beer and took a swig as Marc laughed.

I took a deep breath, and my head suddenly went light. It felt like my entire body was floating, and I tried to grab the floor through my shoes with my toes to stay anchored. This was so absurd I started to giggle.

"Here." Marc ran his index finger over the mirror and shoved it into my mouth, running it along my upper gum and then the lower. Both gums went instantly numb.

Without a second thought, I grabbed hold of his arm, not letting him pull his finger out of my mouth. Instead, I slid it between my teeth and started sucking on it.

I was suddenly, intensely horny.

"Well, what do we have here?" Marc asked, a smile playing over his face.

I smiled at him. "What do you want to have here?" I asked, still holding his arm.

He got out of his chair and walked over to where I sat on the bed, standing in between my legs. He leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. With my gums numb, it was a weird feeling-but one I really liked and definitely wanted to continue. He put his tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it. He moaned. I put my hands on his waist. His skin felt smooth, but hot, and as he leaned into me I moved my mouth down to his left nipple and licked it.

He put his head back. "Oh, man, that feels so good." He gasped, putting his hands on my head.

I undid the fly of his jeans, and pulled them down from his narrow hips. His dick was hard in his white underwear, and I put one hand on it. He moaned again, but pulled away from me. For a brief moment I was frightened, but he just smiled and turned his stereo on. REM filled the room with noise. "I kind of get loud, sometimes," he said with a sheepish grin. "And nobody needs to know what we're doing in here." He stepped out of his pants and tossed them on the floor.

I pulled my shirt off over my head.

"You have a beautiful chest," he said, sitting on my lap and putting his arms around my neck.

"You have a beautiful ass," I replied.

He kissed my neck, and his mustache tickled me a bit. He moved his mouth down from my neck to my nipples. "Your chest is so hot," he whispered, flicking his tongue out over first one nipple and then the other.

I moaned as my cock strained against my jeans. He reached down and felt my cock. His eyes opened wide. "That's big!"

"Yeah." I whispered back to him. "And it wants to be inside you. All the way."

He pushed me back onto the bed, and straddled my crotch. He ground his ass into my hard dick. "You wanna fuck me, prairie boy?"

"Uh-huh." I smiled up at him. "I want to fuck you till you scream."

"Mmmmm." He brought his mouth down to my nipples again and started working on them with his lips, teeth and tongue. I began to writhe and buck my hips up and down, dry humping his hot ass. He sat back up and smiled down at me. "Man, I want you inside me."

He got off me, and undid my jeans, pulling them down to my ankles, along with my underwear. My cock sprang free and smacked against my lower abs. It was aching. He smiled at me and took my cock in his mouth, slowly working his way up and down. He knew what he was doingthis wasn't the first cock he'd sucked, obviously. He flicked his tongue over the head, and licked my balls. I tilted my head up so I could watch him worship me.

He was almost as good at it as Blair.

My dick was wet with his spittle when he looked up and smiled at me. "Dude, I don't know if I can handle that big thing, but I sure as hell want to try."

"Let's find out then."

He put a condom on me, and squirted lube on it. He spread it all over my hard cock, and squirted more into his hand, reaching back to get his hole ready for me. He climbed back up on top of me, and moaned as he put the tip inside of him. He looked down at me. "Dude, I really don't know."

"Quit talking and do it," I said. It was odd, maybe it was the cocaine, but I wanted to feel my cock all the way inside of him. I wanted to fuck him hard, rip his asshole to shreds-ride him like no one had ever ridden his hot, tight ass before. Maybe it was because he was the pledge master and I was used to taking orders from him-but I wanted to make him submissive to me. I wanted to show him that he might be a brother, he might be older, but damn it to hell, I was a man and I was going to fuck him like he'd never been fucked before. I wanted to drive him crazy with pleasure. I wanted him to compare every single man who fucked him in the future and have them come up lacking. I wanted to fuck him so hard that when he saw me again his ass would tingle from the memory of my cock.

"All right," he whispered, and gasped as he slid down a little farther on my dick. His ass was very tight; I was almost afraid that if I started riding him it might rip the skin off my dick.

He was definitely going to have to get used to me before I tore into him.

"Come on, take it all," I said in a gruff voice. "Don't be a pussy, Marc. You know you want it."

He gave me a look I couldn't read, and slid down still farther-this time going all the way down. His eyes shut and he moaned, loudly-and I was grateful for REM singing on his stereo. His whole body convulsed as he sat there, more moans coming out of his throat, and then his eyes opened and he grinned. "You have no idea how incredible that fucking feels. My God, that's an awesome cock."

"Ride it buddy," I growled at him. "Make me come, brother."

"Oh, fuck yeah," he replied, and started sliding up again. When he slid down, he moaned again, his eyes closing yet again, and then his body started shaking ... and suddenly he was spraying my chest with come.

"Oh my fucking God." He slid off of me. "I'm so sorry, man."

"It's okay."

"It just-it just felt so good I couldn't help it, man!"

I laughed and reached for a towel and wiped his come off me. I stood up and pulled my underwear and pants back up. "Thanks, Marc."

"You sure I can't finish you off?" he reached down and felt my cock through my jeans. "Damn, that sure is amazing.

"I should go wait for Blair," I said.

It was weird that I didn't care about getting off.

What I cared about was snorting some more coke.

The feeling and numbness from the first line had worn off while Marc was riding me. And I wanted that feeling back.

And suddenly, I knew that was how addiction started.

I needed to get out of that room.

Oh, man, what have I done?

I pulled on my shirt and kissed Marc on the cheek. "Thanks, man." And I escaped out the door.

I walked around the corner into the downstairs hallway just as Blair walked in the downstairs door. He was weaving a little bit. "Hey!" he grinned. "I was looking for you to see if you wanted to go with us to Denny's."

"Ah, I was wondering where you went," I said as he unlocked the door. I jumped onto the bed. "Shut the door and come over here."