This is a lit­tle back­wards to be sure, but as I was nap­ping after A___ had her way with me last night, she wrote the con­tin­u­a­tion of a dream that I had the other night. A dream I had just told her about while she was rid­ing me.

As it begins I am walk­ing through down­town want­ing to get home. I’m tipsy from being out drink­ing but able to walk, albeit with a bit of a weave. As it hap­pened, there were two guys that had been at the bar. I hadn’t noticed them while I was there but when I got to the door they held it for me and let me pass. It was a tight squeeze and a hand brushed the front of my jeans. No big deal and I walked out into the night.

I was walk­ing because I was out of cash, near enough to walk, and I couldn’t get a hold of A____ for a ride. As I weaved my way some­thing hap­pened and all of a sud­den the two guys from the bar were hold­ing onto me to steady me and ask­ing if I was ok. I thought I was, but maybe that wasn’t the case. They kept talk­ing, ask­ing if I had a way home and all that… I was telling them why I was walk­ing and I was fine and thank you and all that. One of them kept his hand on my shoul­der as they talked on while we waited for the light. It changed and we started walk­ing. That’s when it really hit me that I was impaired and they had kept me from veer­ing out into traf­fic. Nice guys.

Once across the street I made to con­tinue on when one said “Let us give you a ride… It’s no trou­ble at all”. The other one agreed and they steered me down a dif­fer­ent direc­tion then I would have walked even as I protested that I was fine. I was anx­ious but think­ing that they had helped me already and that I had seem them all night. They seemed ok. We kept chat­ting and walk­ing and one of them hadn’t let me go. I was grate­ful for that as we were mov­ing into a park­ing ramp and I was stum­bling a little.

Back through rows of cars to the cor­ner, and the guy who held my arm clicked remote lock and an SUV blinked over in the dark­ness, fac­ing out. He helped me around to the driver’s side back door and swung me around while quickly open­ing the door, mak­ing me dizzy in the motion so that I had to grab the inside of the door and sit down on the run­ning board to regain my bal­ance. I was vaguely aware that his friend had climbed into the back seat from the other side but took no notice until his feet were beside me and he had his hands mas­sag­ing my neck and ruf­fling my hair. The key holder remained stand­ing in front of me in the shadow of the door, bend­ing down to ask if I was ok. He had placed a hand on my shoul­der and his other one had set­tled on my knee. As he asked if I was going to throw up I nod­ded “no”. He asked if I wanted to sit for a moment and I nod­ded “yes”. The guy in the back seat con­tin­ued with his hands but they had found skin. I felt shiv­ers run through me and a breath on the back of my neck. The hand on my knee moved up. I was sud­denly scared.

I tried to stand up but was pushed back down gen­tly:
“This is wrong” — “It’s OK“
“It’s against the rules” — “No it’s not“
“I don’t want this” — “that’s not what we think“
“Please stop” I tried to stand again but was pushed down again — this time to my knees with my feet under the car and my ass rest­ing against the run­ning board. The guy in the back seat now had my head held firmly and my arms pinned between his knee. The dri­ver­was squat­ting close enough to whis­per in my ear while his hand found my cock under­neath my jeans. I got hard.

“You want this don’t you” — “no” (his friend made my head nod yes) “It’s against the rules” — (his hand mas­saged me more) “bur you’re hard and breath­ing quickly… I bet you want this, don’t you” — “No” (my neck was being kissed and I was breath­ing hard. I was scared and wanted to be home but also want­ing.… “If we take this from you there’s noth­ing you can do about it…” — “please don’t” (my head was pulled back hard and my face was slapped) — “Say you want it so we can take you home” (in my ear… I nod­ded on my own this time against my head being held)

His friend let me head loose and i let it fall.

“You want this” — I nod­ded
“Say you want this…” — “I want this” (I whis­pered)
“Say it again so we can hear you” — “I want this” (He had moved a lit­tle so that he was half hug­ging me while his friend returned to kiss­ing my neck from the back seat.

“Let’s call it cab fare for your ride home, shall we” he whis­pered in my ear. I nod­ded yes and he slid up.…

… more to come …

A lit­tle late on this one, but I’ve been a bit breath­less form read­ing all of A___’s writ­ing. Once I wash my hands I’ll get crackin’ again!

- S___

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