In the whole of the local college, the football team was known for being top notch, playing on the level of some of the more renowned teams in the college league. As a result, there were whole spirit weeks devoted to making sure the students were playing at their best. While some took it as a responsibility, others took the whole thing as license to become veritable princelings. Petty postmodern feudal lords of the school ground, ruling by rite of their gift and grit and glory.
Cody Messina was, to put it bluntly, one of the most talented but also most egoistic of the football team. He was known across campus as the "Italian Stallion" due to his record with the women at the college. Every week two or three women would be fighting - real time, facebook, and privately - over who got to ride the stallion. Cody Messina did not honestly care. Standing six foot three inches tall, weighing two hundred and twenty pounds, the glossy black haired Cody could have anyone he wanted, so he thought. Messina had the olive skin tone of a true Mediterranean man - which was only accentuated by his striated, muscular build. From head to toe Cody took time and pleasure in crafting a body for function in his sport but just as well for use in the bedroom. He took a degree of pride in looking downright like a pornstar.
Only just enough hair on his chest to lead ones' eyes to his groin, impeccably manscaped so that it did not impugn his six-verging-on-eight pack. His face was constantly shaven and plucked and preened at just as well. Never would one ever see the slightest hint of an imperfection on Cody Messina - he was too proud to ever give any account but "statuesque".
Completing his almost too good to be real impression were his baby blue eyes, falsely advertising a sense of innocence that long since left him. His babyfaced looks only made his pursuits seem more devious for how they contrasted with his appearance.
There was no one on campus more ubiquitous than Cody Messina in the campus party lifestyle...
...which, coincidentally, is where Cody was found that evening, in the midst of a loud, drunken orgiastic occasion. Cody, with his button up shirt only half buttoned up and his deliberately picked tight dress pants, advertised the goods as usual. Already he'd been involved in a number of hedonistic activities - from fucking a girl in the upstairs guest room, to acceding to the request for another player for spin the bottle - Cody wound up making out with his backup quarterback, but while the other man shrank away from this unintended result, Cody forged ahead and showed one thing in particular;
If you're Cody Messina, you can do anything you want.
But now, Cody was feeling like he'd already done most of what can be done in these parties. He'd fucked, he'd drank, he'd done daring things no traditionally oriented man would dare do... all in the past week's various parties. The Italian jock swore there had to be more he could do to enjoy himself here.
Enter, the dealer.
The man was swathed in dark, a coat almost covering the whole of him head to toe in the trench coat style. He was weary, constantly seeming to look around, the heat and grease from the places he dwelt seemed to cling to him in hair and face. Few saw what he really looked like, but most would just say "he was a shady man who nevertheless blended in".
He seemed to spot Cody ambling around, and promptly grinned, "I take it you're bored with the experience thus far. Worry not, good friend, for I have the solution to your woes."
Cody crossed his arms in front of his chest, "We have only just met, and I am guessing by your look you're a drug dealer of some sort. Trust me. I've tried the stuff that isn't too terribly hard. Not my cup of tea."
The dark man chuckled, and pulled out a vial - full of a red liquid, "Oh trust me if you will, this stuff is not like anything you've ever dealt in before..." The man promptly pulled out pictures, almost pornographic, depicting people before using and after. The pictures showed a clear escalation in their sensory experience, and Cody's interest was piqued. He had no interest in altering or abridging his consciousness or perception - but he DID have interest in enhancing his pleasures.
He said rather frankly, "...So this stuff will make my orgasms even fucking better..."
The man nodded along and patted Cody's broad shoulder, "And the lad gets it. Now, your first dose I'm thinking will be free. You are a local celebrity after all, and I want to make sure you're good with it before any further doses."
Well, it was free, it looked like it had good results, and Cody was bored. Before long, the dealer was walking away, and Cody had the vial in one hand, the liquid swirling in its container. He heard someone calling his name in a "come hither" tone upstairs.
Looking at the red liquid, he shrugged and drank it down after a moment spent to uncork it. He felt a pleasant tingle for the moment but then nothing outstanding...