We began to make out as he pulled me tightly against the bars "Turn around then." If I looked scared before, I was looking terrified now. But I knew the consequences could be far worse. So, shuddering, I turn around, my back facing Drew. He grinned, pulling my pants down through the bars, he grunted. I could only see his hairy forearms, they looked like thick and veiny tree trunks, my fairly-smooth ass exposed. His spit ran down the crack of my ass, his body began to warm up. He was dripping sweat. I didn't move besides the trembling. I knew was coming and I shut my eyes tight. 'I'm gonna get raped... I'm gonna get raped...' I repeated over and over in my head.
He moaned, the pill was taking full effect the room felt like a furnace, this was no high he had ever felt before. Things just seemed surreal. My ass was pressed against the cold steel of the cell, he started humping my ass out of pure instinct. Drew was hardly thinking, his pants were still up. The problem was, he was succeeding. I could feel cloth and all enter the first ring of my hole. I yelped out loudly, pulling away, but Drew’s hands held me in place before he realized that his pants were still on. He undid the belt with his left hand and let them fall. "There," he grunted, his voice sounding distorted.
I didn't relax in his hands, but he seemed to really be enjoying my virgin ass. Never having been fucked, my ass was tight and whatever pills Drew had taken, he was just loving it. Drew’s shirt was soaked through with sweat as his cock entered my asshole. He plowed deep inside unhindered. Normally, he might have been easier, but the pill was helping his bad judgment along I grabbed onto the cell bars behind me, holding on best I could. I was starting to wonder if letting Drew do this to me was really worth having my slate kept clean. I may have thought Drew was hot, but I wasn't sure I wanted this... yet.
The bars rattled as he threw his hips and thighs into it, it was likely that he would have bruises on his thighs by the force that he was plowing my ass.. Even more likely was that I would also. He put his thick arm through the bars holding my stomach, slipping his hand up my hoodie. I was trim. Drew fucked me even harder upon this discovery. He thought that I had a good head on your shoulders, he didn’t realize my body was equally as attractive. My hands gripped tighter on the cold bars, my knuckles were turning white as a squinted and thought, 'I hope he cums soon... is he even wearing a condom...? Shit....'
Drew justified his thoughts, ‘I can tear his ass up, God it’s been 3 fucking years since I had someone to fuck!’ He was getting what he wanted, I was getting my slate clean. Fair deal, huh? He was still sweating, but it had evened off as the pill quickly burned through Drew’s system. And he wasn’t as high as earlier. Neither of us knew it helped prolong pleasure... unfortunately for me, it meant he would cum later and not soon enough. I started to daze out, trying to focus on something else. But it was difficult through the pain of him fucking my tight ass, fucking away my virginity. 'Least it's not some gangster....' I thought, though it was hardly comforting.