{"sf1_id":584032,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Demon drugs","author":"Porcupine boy","words":878,"posted_at":"2013-08-31T21:52:00.000Z","tags":["Drugs","Junkie","Love","Male","high","homosexual","legal","porcupine","syringe"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/584032-demon-drugs","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/584032","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=584032\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Imagine if a country, lets say america, had such a high rate of abuse in the lives of children that the medical franchise develops stims to keep such said youth mental fit and stable for their teenage years.its practically legal safe drug \"addiction\" how a porcupine nurse junkie and a boy named Justin shoot highs in their veins like the sky, and perhaps Justin is falling for him?i dont sponsor or promote drug use, but i was inspired about a story i read of a porcupine who did drugs and sex favors on sofurry this is my first story of such said maybe typeif your that author, this is for you :DImagine a time where taking legal drugs was the norm to keep\nones mind intact, the government and the medical CEO's made stims to keep\nabused youth and such from becoming suicidal, or a danger to society, it\nworked, and we played with using our meds to keep such said abusive emotions of\nthe past behind and locked away and out of sight. Sure it was taboo to be seen\ndoing it, rumors spread; that kid must have been raped, if he's taking the\nH-stim. But he and Justin, we were those kids, lucky us\nWe were wasted, but sober. Sweet toxins in our veins  legal ones in fact while we lay passed out on\nthe floor, the cold dirty feel of a room, the forgotten basement, we always\nspent our tricks down here shooting up hypos and shrugs to the comfort of\nstabbing nerves and a feeling of an orgasm when we would hit up. Before we passed\nout as we shot the goods into our arms, tourniquets too, we would sway in the\nfeel.\n\"Oh fuck dude!\" He spat, like he was on the verge of Cumming,\nhe loved this shit too much, I didn't care, we all enjoyed the life and needle\npricks, I knew how to get good syringes, not ironic for the kid with quills\ncombed into a fag-like hairstyle. His cloudy eyes and my chuckle, that I always\ntried my best to sound mentally evil or scary, it helped with the mood.\nWe dazed around for what seemed like an hour spinning in the\nold ancient room, smelling dust and I nudged him in my bump in. I asked him,\ncan you hear me? He didn't answer, so I began rubbing his crotch his dick went\nlimp when on H-stim trip, but that didn't mean I could feel it, or see how full\nhis balls where. It wasn't rape, but I just sat there rubbing at his crotch,\nand thinking of grand fantasies.\nJustin knew the shit I was into, made me an offer;\n\"If you suck me off I split my share with yours.\" The look\nof life addiction and honesty in his face, weak eyes, a weak soul and still my\nfriend. I said not without a condom, he laughed and took another swig of his\nArnold palmer with a dash of cheap vodka in it. For an addict, Justin was\nstrong in his sense of limiting and not overdoing his favorite past time, he\nonly stopped over for a game of halo 4 in my messy room littered with MCR\nposters as well as a Lana del Ray logo on my wall I spray painted.  We then sneaked out into the hot weather for\nthe near end of summer, found that old house, crept into the basement with all\nthe old shitty and dusty furniture, and took our stims.\n  The\nonly days Justin stopped by was when his parents would fight, divorce was a\nbitch, and the fights only got worse like a smokers coughs, I invited him over\nonce, to get the 17 year old away from said douche bag parents, and to chill.\nHe saw my set of medical equipment I had, and the stainless steel hypos I had\nbeen given as work practice for phlebotomy. He became into the whole medicine\nthing, I played that lust less doctor, feeling his median cubital, buff arms,\nsomewhat big veins and an alarmed pulse.\nAs the effects wore off, we lay in dust and bliss. Justin\ncoughed and rubbed his eyes. \n\"You alright devil dog?\" I smirked.\n\"Wish I was fucking someone while I was on my high ride.\" He\nspoke it honestly; I made a smirk in my mind.\n\"You aren't even awake when you're on it!\" I tossed the ice\ntea can at his chest; he rolled around from the dusty floor.\n\"Bitches be on my dick yo, Yolo, why don't you pay a\npilgrimage to my downtown suka?\" he does a sexual thrust and his bulge seems\ninviting, but I don't know his health situation.\n\"Temping, I said, but I like sober clean and uncut cock\ngrinding me down.\" I answered; I fluffed up my hair, and stretched. After a hit\nlike that we were so relaxed, I'm not sure I was breathing, but just embracing\nit.\n\"Nah.\" He said. \" I think you just like big cocks only.\" I\njerked my head up.\n\"What'd you say bitch?\" I laughed. He does another sexual\nthrust; we look at our phones, its 5:04 pm and hurry back before dinner starts.\nIt was a good day.\n"}