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Patrick's POV
Growing up in Glenview, Illinois is possibly the most boring thing one can do. Theres nothing to do here besides be the perfect suburban family. You have the perfect Bettys and the cheating lawyer husbands, the perfect two children to every cookie cutter home, it makes me sick. My only escape is traveling to Wilmette in hopes of some kind of sweet release. My friends there lead the perfect double lives that people here in Glenview are too chicken shit to do. It seems like everyone there leads a dark nightlife. Thats the best time to go. Its Friday night and my dads away on "business" and my mom has locked herself away in the bedroom. My brother left an hour ago and told me to keep watch until it was late. Eleven was all I could wait, so I rolled my car out of the driveway and then get in and began my drive. After about six songs and one commercial break I find myself outside of my friend Ryan's house. The street is lined with cars, but no music blaring. Have to keep the underage drinking, drug use, and saucy sex acts away from the utopia of suburbia. When I get out Im greeted by multiple part guests who are trashed out of their minds, I laugh and go find whatever it was they were having. When I walk inside the house Im offered a spliff from a silver platter. I smile and kindly take one and its lit for me by some girl who smells of booze and exotic massage creams. Shes dressed in an all lace dress that covers her nipples and her crotch. I puff on the exotic herb and smile down at it. Ryan really has outdone himself.
"Stumpster! The party has arrived!" I hear Ryan call from the top of the stairs. I look up and he has two girls with him. Both hanging off his arms. I take another hit off the herb and flip him off.
"Looking to get fucked and fucked up tonight Stumpster?" I nod at him and he laughs. I find myself a beer after I get done talking to Ryan and he retreats upstairs with the two girls to stick his rocket in their atmosphere. I laugh at my joke and I retreat into the crowd puffing on my spliff. I start to feel a little weightless and the herb has taken over my body. I look over at girls popping X and guys taking any kind of erection pill they can find. Its truly ridiculous. I laugh at the thought and find myself another spliff, but then I find a guy. Sitting in the darker corner. He strikes my fancy and I eye him from across the way puffing on my joint. We make eye contact and I see the dark eyeline rimming his brown eyes, hes dark complected and he has black bangs hanging in his face. Hes in jeans that are two sizes too small and a hoodie in the same way. He lifts an eyebrow at me and motions for me to come over. I take one last hit off the joint and toss it away in an ash tray. I saunter over to him and shake hands.
"So kid you looking for a lift off into space?" I raise my eyebrow, "if you have the right amount of money Ill take you to a universe youve never fucking known." He says to me, I nod and we move to the bathroom to talk price for whatever hes got, "is it quality product?" I ask.
"Oh its top fucking notch baby." He says and pulls out a bag of white powder. Holy shit thats fucking cocaine.
"Oh shit." I whisper he nods and I cant help but water at the mouth. I had never done anything more than weed or pills.
"Want a little bump to see what youll be playing with?" He asks and sticks his pinky in the powder he brings it up to my nose and I take in the sweet powder. It burns at first, but the rush is immediate. He laughs at my shock, "holy shit thats fucking strong."
"The strongest baby. 50 bucks for an eightball."
"Fuck that man, thats a big bump, but I dont even have that kind of money."
"Well maybe you can pay me in another way?" He smiles at me. He is hot.
"Alright what do you want for an eightball?"
"How about I give you a smaller amount since its your first time with pure cocaine? Ill give you enough for three lines."
"In exchange for?"
"You wrap those pretty little lips around my cock and you get the high of a lifetime." I cant believe Im about to sell myself out for cocaine, but am I really just doing it for the drugs? I get down on my knees and palm his crotch through his tight jeans. I feel his member start growing.
"By the way baby, can I get a name to moan out?"
"Patrick, you?"
"Call me Peterpan. Cause my shit will to fucking Neverland." I smile at this and undo his belt and get his pants down. His boxerbriefs are already moist with precome and when I take his dick out I lick the head. And he lets out a sharp breath. I play with the slit and flick his head then I take his whole member into my mouth. I go to work pumping him and sucking on him, he lets out some sharp moans and I hear my name roll off his tongue. Im worked up over just hearing it and I begin going harder and faster, "ugh... Oh god yes Patrick... ugh Im gonna, g-gonna cum." I slide my mouth off his dick and jack him off the rest of the way and he spills out onto the floor. I get a rag from Ryan's closet and clean up the mess. While I do that "Peterpan" is cutting me three lines. When I come back up from the floor hes adjusting himself in his pants and shoving his supply into his hoodie. He hands me a rolled up dollar bill and I begin my flight to Neverland. The room smells of sweat and sex, and Im in a euphoric drug state. I feel like I can do anything and my night has only just begun. I have a buzz state and Im full of energy and ready to get back to the party. When I come up from the last line I kiss Peterpan hard on the mouth and he kisses me back. I leave the room and a minute after I leave he leaves. I never see him again that night. I stay up the entire night and the entire rest of the next day ready for another party.