His form extinguished by the hood of my car raging into him outside of his jock club, the mma fighting club where I’d first gotten homoerotic though...s about him. I held it back and back and back… until one day, I thrust my index finger into my rectum and imagined myself dominated by all those who had flaunted their large male members. Even then, though, my killing thoughts lingered. I swore when I went off to college I would come back and kill him in the evening hours, my trusty green car. But I never heard nothing right out, about it, and old Bill was happier than I ever remembered him being, and, Hell, I was pretty happy my own self, as far as that goes.Things started goin' to Hell, though, with Mama, and there wasn't any way I could afford to have anybody in, full-time, to take care of her, and there wasn't any way I could just stay home with her all the time, neither.I had to tell Bill I couldn't come over, most of our nights, because Mama was too sick for me to leave her. Then the words that made my stomach tie up in a knot. "Can you give me a ride home? We can have a few more beers in my apartment." those words left her mouth clearly. I was hesitant, but gave in to the seduction. "Sure. I am game." I said. We left the bar and I started to drive us to her apartment. On the way there, she told me she appreciated the ride and placed her hand on my thigh. I felt my pants getting a little tighter. She slowly moved her hand higher toward my member. . All my training was about to be tested if my charge, my colleague and my lover were to survive. It wasn’t until later that I considered that my own survival depended on this plan too. ‘I decided I’d come with you. I know it’s a change from what we’d decided but I want to know you get away safely. So; I’ll deliver you and wait at the back in the car with the engine warm, ready to take you away.’ ‘I have to meet the controller after.’ ‘I know and I’ll take you to her.’ ‘You’re not supposed to.