Dickie fished around inside the cooler, and pulled out a cold can. He looked it over, but totally missed the syringe hole inside a tittle on an i on the ingredients label that had been sealed with a dab of superglue. All the cans had been similarly treated with injections of roofie solution. The can that Bruno was drinking was from another cooler that he kept in his trunk.
"Cheers!" Bruno said as Dickie popped the top on his can.
Bruno got to his house, and while he said he would only be a few minutes, he insisted Dickie come around back with him, and sit on a lounge chair by the pool while he waited. Dickie sipped his almost empty can. He yawned. Maybe stretching out was just what he needed, he thought groggily. It wasn't every day a guy's brother got changed into a Speedo, then got rescued by being changed into trunks, and thete was something else, but Dickie yawned, and slumped in the lounge chair.
Bruno called some his buddies to come to share his latest "date". When he got back downstairs, Dickie was snoring loudly. Bruno setup his phone on a tripod and began recording video.
Bruno asked, "Dickie, it's okay if I help you out of your clothing, right?"
Dickie yawned and rubbed his eyes, "Bedtime already?"
"You could say that, Dickie. Raise your arms and I'll pull your shirt over your head, okay?"
"Okay?" Dickie asked back.
That was all Bruno needed. Dickie was soon stretched out on his belly wearing nothing but his blue spandex trunks and socks. Bruno rotated the lounge to get the best angle. Then he glanced at the sky. He flipped on the patio floodlights and the pool lights. Then he pulled his boner out of his Speedo. He pinched Dickie's nose shut, and slipped his boner between Dickie's lips, and released his nose.
"Good Dickie, suck the popsicle, no biting allowed. Get daddy Bruno all lubed up," Bruno snickered.
Chad was awake again, and desperately trying to get Dickie out of his drug induced stupor. He shouted, and tightened. Oh, no, Dickie was getting hard. Chad thought his squirming that was causing it, but in fact the roofie cocktail that Bruno had injected into Dickie's drink also contained Viagra.
Bruno extracted his saliva covered cock, and peeled back Chad to expose Dickie's bubble butt. Then he fished out Dickie's wallet, and held the driver's licence up to the camera.
"Dickie may be a junior, but he is perfectly legal. Turned 18 last week. In two months his bro Chad will be 19. Shit, I shouldn't mention Chad. I'll edit later."
He cleared his throat, "take two. Dickie may be a junior but he's 100% legal. He turned 18 last week. See!"
He held up Dickie's driver's license again.
Then, he spread Dickie's butt cheeks and buried his cock up to his pubes, as Dickie moaned and blew a load into his shorts.
"Hey, you started without me!" Milo shouted.
"Without us," corrected Hiro.
Thirty minutes later, they were lounging around the pool with a half dozen loads of cum leaking from Dickie's ass into his hungry blue trunks.
Dickie was totally wasted, but unbeknownst to Bruno and his buds, Chad was also wasted on theirs and Dickie's cum.
"So should we dress him, and take him home, or do we have time for another round?" Hiro asked.
"Dude, he drank a whole can. He prolly won't start to come out of it until midnight," Bruno said.
"Sweet," said Milo.