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Heroin Porn	By : scumfuchooligan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rancid Views: 844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Too much fucking booze. Tim leaned his head on the floor, swirling, spinning. Too intense. He'd never been to this kind of party. These squatter crusties loved to give their alcohol away. They weren't tight with their other shit either. Junkie bonding? Tim giggled and looked at his scabby arms, itchy but too far away to scratch.

The chipped and nicotine stained off white walls were blurring, spinning. The puke green carpet below him was caked with food and blood and god knew what else, and Tim picked idly at a caked, stiff piece of carpet.

The kids in the room didn't even notice him, they were strung out or wasted. Tim wouldn't have cared who was watching him. In a few minutes he was fading out into oblivion.

It could have been minutes later or hours. No one was there anymore, except for a weirdo named Derry, who was asleep with his pet rat curled in his arms. Tim tried to sit but his head spun, and he lied back down. "Hey Rancid, where are you?"

Tim looked up. At first he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. That dirty hair, that one dread sticking up in the back, the neck tattoo, the pale skin, the emaciated body, she twisted smile...."Fuck...Stza? What the fuck are you doin' here?"

"Fuck if it's your business. Just cuz you're big shit on MTV means fuckin nothing here."

"What? I don't...fuck. I don't want to be that. I just...fuck. You're lucky I'm...strung out or your skull would be...fuckin...cracked."

"No hard feelings, huh? You're just a homophobe and I can deal with that."

"Fuck..fuck you."
Stza muttered something Tim didn't catch and then said, "You look like a man who could use a beer."

"Nah...fuck that. You...you cookin up?"

"I could be."

He stood up and left, with Tim on the floor. It seemed like forever. Tim picked a scab on his arms.

"This is some good fuckin shit. You won't need another fucking hit for a day."

Tim sat up. Stza sat down next to him and touched his arm. "You want me to tie you off?"

"Uh...yeah."

It was as if they'd never been unfriendly with each other. They were friends, squat mates. They were junkies, scum bags helping each other out.

And Stza was behind him before he knew what was happening. He stretched out Tim's arm, tightened the belt around his bicep. "Yer veins stick out real nice. Prettiest fuckin thing I've seen all day."

"What? My...oh. My veins. Yeah. It's been a...a while. Like I slept. A while."

Stza laughed at him and slapped his arm. "Yer fuckin gone already. I can't wait to watch you hit the floor."

He drew the liquid into the hypodermic needle, threw the spoon, and looked down at Tim.

"Ha...like a fuckin nurse. You look like a fuckin nurse. Ahha..."

"Yeah?" Stza took Tim's arm and slapped it again. "Ready to get smacked up?"

"Always..."

So Stza positioned the needle on a fat blue vein and shot Tim up. He only hit the plunger about halfway down, and Tim gasped, shook, leaned against Stza, and Stza pushed it the rest of the way down, and Tim fell against him, touched his face. "You're my saviour." he said, sounding far away.

"No problem kid." Stza touched Tim's scruffy hair, wet in the middle from the glue he'd used to spike it days ago.

Tim pushed his face along Stza's shoulder. Their faces were inches apart, and so Stza kissed him. Tim bounced away for a second and then leaned in. Their lips moved together, kissing in junked up passion, it was surreal. Tim pulled away finally and gasped.

"No...no homo."

Stza burst into laughter. "Uh...if you say so."

"I had to...do it. You fixed me up."

"Yeah. But it didn't mean you had to like it. Yer pants feelin a little too tight?"

Tim looked down at his crotch. "Oh. Fuck."He was hard, and through the tight pants he was wearing it was quite obvious.

"Yeah. Oh fuck is right. Don't feel too bad about it, I've got some tightness problems too...it's just I don't wear girl pants so I won't be showing it off all around."

Tim missed the insults. He was thinking about floating away, just lying down one day and never waking up.

"Hey? Rancid. You wanna play a game with me? Huh? You wanna play with me?"

"I'll fuckin....play with you. Uh."

Tim turned around, slowly, and pressed himself on top of Stza, lying down like Stza was a mattress, wrapping his arms around his head.

"You sleepy?"

"Just dancing with the Horse."

Stza knocked Tim off and conqured him, stradling his hips.

"You still down for that game?"

"Do it up."

"Here's how we play this, Rancid, and you aint gonna change the fuckin rules. Yer just gonna tell me what feels better, if you can feel at all. You got that?"

"Mmm."

As soon as Tim had sighed his agreement, Stza drew his arm back and punched him in the jaw. He hadn't held back at all, it was a full force punch, and Tim's head smacked the floor. He said nothing for a moment, and then,
"You do it yet?"

Stza laughed. "You didn't feel shit."

A trickle of blood was slipping down Tim's mouth and over his chin.

"Open yer mouth. I wanna see if I knocked loose any teeth."

Tim opened his mouth, and Stza poked the place where Tim's tooth had split his lip. "You got some strrong choppers. Might need stiches for that lip though. We're ready fer the next round...you ready?

Stza reached down and took Tim's shirt off, smelling his sweat, and Tim put his arms behind his head to add insult to injury. "You tryin to make me fuckin crazy, aint you Rancid? You wanna make me fuckin crazy." Tim pushed up against Stza and said nothing. Stza pinched Tim's right nipple in his dirty fingers, rubbing it, pulling it. "You feel that, Rancid?"

"Mmm. Feels like...fucking. Like fucking."

"How bout this?" he bent down and licked the other nipple, sucked on it, bit it. "You feelin that, Rancid?"

"Sure."

Stza knew Tim was too far gone, it wasn't fair, it was manipulation, it was borderline evil. but he wanted it, needed it, needed it so bad. "Okay. So I got a couple more for you, then you can sleep."

"Mmm."

The belt unhooked easily, the button popped, and the pants were pulled down. "I knew you were a commando type, Rancid."

Tim's cock was half hard, and Stza's ministrations were getting it harder, and he scooted down and put Tim's balls in his mouth, sucked on them and touched Tim's stomach, and Tim gave one long moan, and his hands dropped into Stza's hair. Stza grinned and cradled Tim’s balls, then proceeded to lick Tim’s asshole, sticking his tongue into it, sucking on it.

After a moment or two of this, Tim gasped, "St-Stza. You want me to fuck you?"

Stza licked the head of Tim's cock and looked up. "You couldn't fuck me if I was the most fuckin hot person in the world. You're junked up."

"Get on top of me. You...do it all."

And so it went. Stza's pants dropped into the pile with Tim's pants and shirt, and his shirt went across the room. Stza's spit was enough lube, he'd been fucked before and so it wasn't much trouble. He sat on Tim's cock, bouncing up and down on top of him, moans coming steady now, every thrust a little drop of ecstacy. Tim couldn't believe it was happening at all, and the tiny bit of reality he was fiercely gripping to was slipping away. He just couldn't believe what was happening, especially with Stza.

He’d never fucked on dope before (that he could recall) and it was taking a long time. Finally, finally, it seemed like it took all day, Tim came into Stza's ass, grunting, satisfied.

"You're..a good fuck."

Stza snorted and stood in front of Tim, jerking off, closing his eyes. Tim reached up with one hand and weakly stroked his leg. Stza knelt with his cock in Tim's face, rocking back and forth. "Stick yer tounge out...yeah. Fuckin...yeah. Lick my cock."

Before he came he pulled his cock out of Tim's mouth, coming instead all over his face. Tim licked the cum off his lips and rubbed his cheek.

"Wow." Tim reached to hold Stza, and Stza allowed him to for a few moments, pretending they were close, they were lovers, they were more than they ever would be.

"I gotta shoot up." Stza said, getting to his feet. "Some other time."

"Come back and hold me."

"I'll think about it."

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...next morning
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Tim's head was pounding. At first he forgot where he was, and his heart raced. Then his eyes adjusted, and he remembered the party, the crusties, the beer and the heorin. And...shit.

Without really wanting to, he turned his head. There was Stza, fast asleep, dirty hair all over Tim's chest, curled into a ball, his arms wrapped around Tim's body. His eyes opened and he sneered at Tim.

"What a fuckin queer."
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