Standing there with just a small white towel wrapped around his waist was Mr. Clean.I shit you not. This young man looked just like Mr. Clean the man ...sed to sell clean liquids. No hair on his head and a hard rock looking body. He was probably 6-4 , 240 and all muscle. The voice was low but gentle. He invite me in. The cabin was small probably 20 by 20. A third which was where the door was as you entered was the kitchen with a bathroom at the back. The other part of the cabin was his bedroom. I could feel my pussy twitching in anticipation. “I need a cock” I said to myself. I called Brad over and began to rub the sheath until his cock began to show. “Come boy. Let me show you a secret” I whispered. I had already removed my knickers. I decided missionary position would be best as I could take control. I pulled him on top of me and reached down and began to stroke the tip of his cock. It grew quickly and he began to hump my hand. I smiled “good boy” I said “let’s see if you can back. But you're actually a very lucky guy. My friends are actually your friends, too. They've made me realize that me literally tearing you apart with my bare hands could be fun, but it might get me in trouble. They also thought that disposing of your body could be a problem, so we've come up with a better idea.”Mountain held up a pill bottle and showed it to Derby. “See these? They're Roofies, the same thing you got from Jerry and gave to little Anna before you raped her, you little shit. You. At this time I had never managed to ejaculate. When wanking I used to get that funny feeling which ran through my whole body as I orgasmed but never any cum. We had turned down the bed covers and were laying along side each other stroking each other. As memory tends to exaggerate I guess he must have been about seven inches and about the same thickness as me. He too was uncut as they put it nowadays. I thought it was normal and that everyone had a foreskin. Not until I went to Grammar School.