Help the poor kid get himself back together.

From Create Your Own Story

You smirk, and shake your head. "No, buddy, but I'm gonna do you a solid and get you home before someone takes more advantage of you."

He blinks at you, squinting, and then moans. His hand tugs on his hard dick. You've seen it before - drugs getting guys hard but not letting them get off. You grab his glasses and take him by the shoulder and help him stand, then lead him to the showers where he barely manages to stay upright while you drench him and wipe him down. It takes him a while in the locker room to find his clothes.

As you drive him home, he slowly seems to come back to himself a bit. "God," he says, shivering. "Thanks."

You smile, gripping the wheel. "Just be thankful I'd already dumped my load in so many other needy fucks tonight, or I would have split you in two."

He looks at you, eyes wide, but his mouth opens a little, and he licks his bottom lip. Aha.

"Give me your number," you say, just before he gets out of the car. He does. You smile, and tuck it away for use on a night when your balls are once again full of spunk and your dick is in the mood to make a boy cry.

The End