Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2002 22:10:48 EDT
From: RedDevilsComic@aol.com
Subject: Drug Of Choice

Drug of Choice:
Written by Jase - RedDevilsComic@aol.com

     This story is of entirely pure fiction, and any resemblance to real
people, places and/or events in this story is purely coincidental. If you
aren't of the right age to be viewing this, than do us all a favor and get
the hell out of here! This will be a continuing series, so all criticism,
minus flames, are much appreciated. So feel free to drop a e-mail or
instant message anytime.

Dedication: To everyone who just wanted some. :-)

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Drug of Choice: Chapter One


     My name is Kyle McCrane, and I am a drug addict. It just so happens
that my drug of choice, is sex. Just like every other, red blooded,
testosterone filled, horny teenager walking the face of god's green earth
is, I'm addicted to sex, I crave it, I want it, I need it. But like all
drugs, there are varieties, some of which are easy to find, while others
are much harder. My addiction, my fix, is the most frowned upon and
prejudiced against than the rest, and that is homo-sex, as I come to refer
to it as. Can't get it around these parts, nope, if you ain't screwing
pussy in Clearwater, Tennessee, you might as well be a dead man, or a
virgin, take your pick. You won't find a pot of gold under the rainbow
'round here, if you catch my drift, no sir. You'll find a bunch of
beer-bellied, slack-jawed yokels armed with shotguns and pitchforks. You
can't take a three second walk through my high school without hearing the
fag-bomb being dropped by some asshole jock on the football team, while he
gropes his big breasted, soon to be pregnant girlfriend.  No one in
particular I'm talking about, just trying to be general here. If anyone
thinks I'm kidding, just try me. If you think the so called "Hate Crime
Laws" apply around here, you got another thing coming. The law doesn't
apply as much here as it does to the outside world. You enter this town,
believe me, it's like stepping into a whole new world.

     Here I am, a strapping sixteen year old man, signing offline while
cleaning the excess cum that runs down my averaged size six-incher, a
little sore from overuse... hey, I said I was addicted to sex, I didn't say
I got any. But, if you count Ms. Rosey Palm and her five sisters, I guess
you could say I'm going steady. Nevertheless, I shut down the computer, and
stood up from the steel folding chair I used for my computer chair. Not too
comforting on the back, but hey, a chair's a chair. Well, looking around my
room, I'm surprised that I don't have a five thousand dollar leather chair
to sit in while masturbating. Hell, my parents have so much money up the
wazzoo, I could hire three people to jerk me off, one to stroke the left
ball, one to stroke the right, and the other to stroke the shaft. Now I
know what you're probably thinking, poor little rich boy is whining again,
and he's going to get spoiled more when his daddy buys him a new
convertible.  First off, you've got some nerve. Secondly, my parents may be
rich, but they're cheaper than all hell. Every single can and bottle that
has a five cent return on it, they get their nickel back! Years back when
I'd need money for a school book, they'd both call the school to double
check, then go to seven different stores to find the lowest price. There's
something seriously wrong with those two, they need professional help that
I don't think they could even afford. Who could have guessed that two
attorneys could have moral conscious problems?

     Anyway, as I said earlier, my name's Kyle McCrane, son to Richard and
Denise McCrane.... knock, knock, knock... and brother to equally annoying
Steven and Jacob McCrane.  Pulling my loose jeans back up, and buckling up
my belt, I opened up the door, and sure enough, their were the dynamic duo,
covered in dirt and sweat, obviously of been playing football.

     " What do you two want? I thought mom told you guys to go play in
on-coming traffic." I said while turning around and sitting down on my
rather plush bed. Steve and Jake stood in the doorframe, both looking at
me.

     " No dickweed, that was you." Steve said before walking in the room,
Jake followed behind. I chuckled to myself while saying out loud,

     " Oh yeah, that was me, hehe." Steve was about to sit on my bed, "
Halt right there dirt monkey!" I boomed, freezing the pain in the asses in
their tracks. " You sit on my bed with your mud covered butts, you'll be
wearing them on your head for the next week! Now out!" I shouted while
pointing out of my room.

     " Ok, don't get your panties in a bunch, by the way, dad wants you to
move that piece of crap you call a car out of the driveway and around
back." Jake said before he and Steve left, while slamming my door behind
him. I scrimped, saved, and worked my ass off to buy my Jeep, and because
it wasn't important from Europe, dad doesn't want it seen in front of the
house, like it'll bring the property value down for christ's sake. I
grabbed my keys off of the nightstand, and rushed down the stairs, yelling
to my mom I'll be back sometime later. Hopping in my car, I started it up,
and hauled ass away from the house, my prison for the time-being. I don't
even have privacy in my own home, I have to drive all the way to the park
to get peace. But, I don't mind, the park is a beautiful place, it's a
National Park too, so nobody can fuck around with it. Nobody should in the
first place, I mean who would want to destroy something with as much
vibrance and spirt? I parked the car in my secluded parking spot... well,
area, propped my feet up on the dash, and just soaked everything in. Now
that I'm alone, I might as well tell you a bit more about myself.

     I stand around five foot nine, weigh roughly one hundred twenty five
pounds, and no, I'm not ripped, I'm just thin. Luckily, however, I am, with
the exception of a few places, hairless. The only parts where follicles
dare to be shown are my head, obviously, which is dirty blond, a slight
dusting of hair in the pits, and a trimmed bush above my six-inch
endowment. I have one piercing, and that's on my left ear, a silver hoop,
in the cartilage, which nearly killed my mother when I came home with it in
my ear, and let's just say, I didn't talk with my father for a couple
months afterwards. I don't do sports, 'cause simply, who needs the
aggravation? I sure as hell don't, and if you're thinking I should join the
wrestling team to cop a few feels, well, that's cheating.  Though I do have
to admit that sports do produce something I rather enjoy, and that is the
jockstrap, which is quite a nice piece of restraint to play around with,
tee-hee!

     Tomorrow, I start my very first day of junior year in high school.
Halfway point has come and gone, and now the finish line is in distance.
Yet another year starts where I have to put up with the jerkoffs and
losers. Another year where I don't get any, 'cause I don't want a chick to
bang, and knowing my luck I'd end up getting crabs from the whores that
inhabit our schools.  God what I wouldn't give to have just one night of
passion, one night to get my fix.

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     The alarm buzzer woke my up at the ungodly hour of six in the morning.
My arm heavily swung over my head and knocked the digital clock off the
nightstand, hitting the floor with a loud thud. Groaning, I swung my bare
legs over the side of the bed, pushing away the heavy comforter.  The cool
morning air swiftly ran up both my legs, inside the opening of my boxers,
chilling my boys, making them shrivel up. Shrinkage... what a cruel world.
Stepping in the hallway, I stumbled down to the bathroom, and locked the
door behind me. There's nothing like a hot shower in the morning, so
relaxing and calm. I sat down in the tub and turned the shower on, letting
the water cascade from the wall, down upon my naked, smooth body. My crotch
came back to room temperature, coming alive, begging for attention, not
today, I need all my strength to survive the first day. Upon finishing my
much needed shower, and smelling damn good, I wrapped a terrycloth towel
around my waist, and padded back to my room, while Steve just walked out of
his.

     " G'morning moron." he said passing me.

     " G'morning putz." I responded, yes, we are both fans of Grumpy and
Grumpier Old Men.  In my room, I primped myself up with deodorant, CK1
cologne, trimmed my nails and gelled my short hair. After putting on some
black boxer-briefs, socks, light blue jeans, beater and tan ribbed sweater,
I padded downstairs to put on my leather shoes. After breakfast, I gave mom
a kiss on the cheek, and headed out the door, speeding away to school.

     Nervously, I stepped into the front school doors, heading to my locker
which had been assigned to me during the summer. I dumped a few supplies
in, while a very cute guy stepped up to the locker next to me, fresh
meat. He had trouble opening up the lock, his face looked adorable all
scrunched up, trying to figure the contraption out.

     " Here, let me try." I offered, to which he stepped aside. I kneed the
locker door, to which it popped right open, the mystery boy looked a bit
surprised. " You just gotta know how to work things." he grinned, then
extended his hand.

     " The name's Shane." So, the brown haired, taller god had a name, and
a very sexy accent to add to his charm. I shook his hand, while
self-consciously smiling.

     " Kyle, nice to meet you Shane. You new in town?" he nodded and turned
back to his locker.

     " Yeah. Me family and I moved here from Chicago." I was in a daze,
that accent was driving me nuts. " And if you're wondering about the
accent, it's because me mother and father are both Irish. The accent
doesn't seem to fade away through the years, luckily the red hair did." I
blushed,

     " Don't worry about it, everyone here, except me, has some sort of
accent. I'm the only one who managed to escape that horrible trait." I
replied, while winking at Shane, to which he laughed, making my dick
twinge. Clearing my throat, I asked if he had his schedule, and Shane
handed me a piece of paper. We had two classes together at the end of the
day, English and Math, along with the same lunch and gym periods.

     " What are you looking for?" Shane asked, while grabbing a book out of
his locker, and shutting the door.

     " Just checking to see if we had any classes together. Oh, and by the
way, be careful with Ms. Johnson for Biology, she's a dark serpent from the
netherworld and is evil in ways you can't even imagine." Again, the sexy
chuckle. I was falling for Shane faster than.... well, I was falling for
him, let's leave it at that. For the next few minutes, Shane and I, stood
their and chatted away while everyone made their way into the school for
the first time this year. I noticed the faces of friends, to which I gave
the standard 'hello' nod. A few looked at Shane a bit oddly, but then
again, he was new in town. The morning bell sounded, and Shane and I parted
ways, both agreeing to meet one another in lunch. The first half of the day
ran by relatively fast, thankfully too. I couldn't get Shane off my mind,
just the thought of me running my hands through his short, curly brown
hair, was enough of a distraction, let alone kissing his soft, supple lips,
grinding my crotch into his, sucking on......

     " Mr. McCrane! It's the first day of the school year, you should pace
yourself for the rest of the year to sleep and not pay attention in my
class." Mrs. Hansbrunner's voice shrieked, echoing throughout the
classroom, economics was boring enough, and why did she have to interrupt
my dream!? I sat up in my chair and apologized. Soon thereafter the bell
rang and I was off to lunch. Almost knocking a few people down the stairs,
I rushed to the cafeteria, skimming the room for my newfound friend, when
all of a sudden my vision went black.

     " Guess who?" A rather feminine and perky voice said from behind. I
made a rather loud sniffing sound.

     " Let's see here, cheap channelle perfume, moist palms, and the scent
of cigarette smoke, why it must be Kristen!" I laughed and turned around,
to see my platonic lady friend standing their, smile across her face and
hands at her side. She gave me a nice hug and kissed me on the cheek.

     " Oh god I've missed you Kyle. I thought we were going to keep in
touch this summer, what happened?" She said, letting go of me.

     " Remember? Your father thought I was trying to move in on you and
take his little princess away and he ran me out of the house with a
shotgun." Kristen let out a nice laugh and rolled her eyes.

     " Well at least you haven't lost your sense of humor. And who is this
cute gentleman?" I quickly turned around and almost bashed foreheads with
Shane, who had walked silently up from behind me. He smiled and then shook
hands with Kristen.

     " My name's Shane, I just moved here. It's a pleasure." The look on
Kristen's face was priceless, the accent definitely got to her, it does
that to everyone.

     " The pleasure's all mine." Kristen replied rather erotically.

     " Down girl." I whispered, then looked at the two. " So, what's say we
all sit down before we get trampled by the masses." With that, the three of
us took a corner booth in the rear of the lunch room. No sooner did I sit
down, than did someone slam right into me, just so happened to be my best
friend Ryan, who was sporting blue tipped hair. " What the freak did you do
to yourself?"

     " What?" he looked confused.

     " You looked like you soaked your hair in window cleaner." both Shane
and Kristen giggled, Ryan just shook his head.

     " Oh shut up. So what's the deal? I haven't seen you all day, you were
supposed to meet me in the front hall today." Shane looked a little guilty.

     " Ah sorry man, I met Shane earlier today and I guess I lost track of
things." I hate when that happens, especially with my best friend.

     " Yeah well if it were me I wouldn't have forgotten." I looked
unconvincingly at Ryan. " I'm serious, I have a one track mind and never
get distract...." A leggy blond passed the table. " Excuse me for a second,
yo honey, what shakin!?" he said while quickly leaving the table. The three
of us laughed.

     " Nothing ever changes, you know I remember that time he almost kicked
out of school because he wouldn't leave her alone." Kristen said, before
taking a drink of water. I picked up my bottle,

     " Of course you would, you were the one he was hitting on."

     " Oh yeah!" she exclaimed, and I looked over at Shane, who was staring
right at me. He quickly turned away and blushed, and I felt another twinge
in my pants. My dick started to strain against my boxer-briefs, which
thankfully kept it from being noticeable.

     " So Shane," I started, " What do you think of our school so far?" he
shook his head.

     " Well, so far I've met the rudest people on the face of the planet,
though I do have to admit the one was kinda nice and helpful."

     " Oh really? How was that?" Kristen chimed.

     " He said he'd help me down the stairs by kicking me in the ass."
Shane looked a bit dejected, like he wasn't fitting in. I felt sorry for
him, a new thing that I've felt today. Shane glanced down at his lunch
tray, scattered in various pieces of crumbs and other trash.

     " Ah don't worry about it, most people around here are like that. But
there are a few who are nice and kind." I looked over his shoulder and saw
the leggy blond from before slap Ryan in the face. " And there are those
who are just plain wrong." Ryan came back over to the table, a red hand
print on his right cheek. We all looked at him,

     " She just wasn't my type."

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     " You know what Kyle? You were right about that Johnson, she is
evil. I mean look at all this that I have to do tonight for homework."
Shane said while handing me his assignment book, the biology section all
filled out with stuff for that class. I laughed to myself and handed it
back to him. After unlocking the back door, we both stepped into my
house. " Are you sure it's ok for me to be here?"

     " I told you it was ok, my parents may be messed up, but they just
love it when I bring friends by." He looked at me rather strangely, like he
didn't believe me. " They won't be home until much later."

     " Got ya." Shane replied as we walked into the kitchen, he looked,
almost in awe, at the size of the room. I quickly checked the messages, one
of which was from Steve saying that him and Jake wouldn't be home 'till
later tonight.

     " Well, we've got the house to ourselves. What do you wanna do?" He
shrugged his shoulders. " Come on, I'll show you my room." We both padded
up to my room, and I closed the door behind us. He took a long glance at my
bed, dresser, full length mirror, television, VCR, Playstation 2, and
computer. Ok, so I was a little spoiled.

     " Fabulous room." Shane said in a humorous way, before sitting down on
my bed. A lump in my throat formed, of which I gulped down. We both looked
at one another for a bit, " So...."  he said.

     " So..." I replied, closing my sweaty palms behind my back. We played
Grand Theft Auto 3 and munched on a bunch of snack foods for a couple of
hours, trading jokes back and forth, just having a good old time. We talked
about music, video games, his life, my life, his family and mine.  He had
two brothers like me, both younger. His mother was a registered nurse, and
father ran a small, software company, that had recently move their
headquarters to our humble locale.  Through the entire day I studied Shane
like their was no tomorrow, everything about him was so innocent, so pure,
so fucking sexy. I mean I just wanted to mount him right here, bury my
tongue down his throat, lick every square inch of his body, thrust my
hardon so far into his....

     " Kyle? You ok? You're phased out on me buddy." I came back to
reality, and looked straight into his eyes, deeply. I could feel the heat
between our bodies starting to warm up. Shane licked his lips before
speaking again. " Kyle?"

     " Yea?" I replied.

     " I have a confession to make, I hope you won't be upset at me."

     " Don't worry, I kinda know what you're going to say, and believe me,
I'm ok with it."  He looked a little relieved, my heart started beating
much faster than normal.

     " I think I'm in love with..." I closed my eyes in anticipation, "
..... your friend Kristen."  My eyes shot back open, DAMMIT!!!!

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     Well that's the end of Chapter One of Drug of Choice, I hope everyone
isn't too upset at me for leaving a cliffhanger like so, but hey, I've
gotta leave something to keep the series going.  If anyone has a
suggestion, or opinion, or anything of the sort, minus flames, please send
them to RedDevilsComic@aol.com

     Hope you all enjoyed!