Asshole for Adderall

Disclaimer: Gay elements, skip for more straight stuff if not interested.

I was at my regular spot playing pool and it was maybe around 9-10pm I scored some coke and woke up enough to come out of the drunken stupor for a bit. I recall I was having a conversation with a very flamboyant, middle aged, Mexican man while smoking a cigarette in between games of pool. I believe I was doing well that night on the table, and was being fairly conspicuous with my cocaine. That probably was part of what attracted him.

I'm quite outgoing when I get hammered, but I toss up a lot of shit tests, i.e. political, humor, etc, whether I mean to or not; but if I don't end up fighting someone I'll usually end up chatting all night if they hang around. I don't recall much between then and the bar closing but my plug had left, and this fellow from south of the border lived close, swanky place in Gramercy. He said he had a script of 25mg Adderall and he'd give me some if I came and hung out with him and let him cut my hair. For your standard drunken upper enjoyer with no where else to score, seems like a pretty sweet deal.

I did get the haircut. He was good to his word on that, and I think he probably used to work in the industry because it was tight. He even gave me a straight razor shave and had the warmed towel, the whole 9-yards. So it was a professional, homosexual, minority haircut. You can pay hundreds of dollars for that in NYC, before tip, so a win right away. I of course at this point had a sense he was gay, and I think it was during the haircut he started throwing up little flirtatious questions, gauging my openness. I know I was open with him that I wasn't gay, but I remember quoting that standard leftist line "How do you know you're straight if you've never tried." Half jokingly, and half as some sort of justification for going through with this because I wanted the ****.

I know he gave me an Adderall when we got there, and I think we crushed one up and snorted it. Now the deal was though basically he wanted to eat my ass and have me cum on his face and he'd give me the rest of his script. I can't remember if we decided on watching porn before, or if I brought it up because I couldn't get hard. Next thing I remember though we're on his couch, I'm sort of wedged up against the back at an angle with my pants down and he's going at it. We're watching white guy, black girl interracial porn on his 50" TV. Now I don't know if he thought this for my benefit, or if it was his kink, but was as into saying "Fuck that n***er girl" as he was enthusiastic about tonging my taint.

After a couple minutes, without me even realizing it, probably due to the ****, he was getting in there and I farted. Lucky for him I had been mostly on a cocaine booze diet the past week and it was just wind, but it was like a solid smack in the face, I felt like I could feel the impact. I was beyond mortified (because nothing else going on in that apartment at the time would be considered weird of course). My heart sank, I started apologizing and looking to grab my stuff and run... He loved it. "No, no, no, mmm, that was perfect, keep going, do it again, watch that n***er girl get fucked and cum on my face" I think was a fair approximation of the line he used.

It took a bit after that, maybe 10-15 minutes more, but I got there and I came on this gay, racist, **** addict, friendly Mexican man's face. Again he was good to his word and I left there with like 3/4 of a bottle of 25mg Adderall IR.