Even better in my way of thinking. And I was right. Upon reaching the floating platform, they helped me up the ladder with some rather crude, obvious,...but promising support. As I reached up the ladder to pull myself up and gain a footing on the lowest rung, both men slipped a hand inside my legs to ‘help’ me up. I don’t know how much help they were but both managed to slip a finger inside me. That didn’t motivate me up, but rather to sit down slightly and drive the fingers further up into me.. It was nowhere near as much work as the old truck.”“Your old truck?” she asked.“The 1940 Ford Truck. You’ll see it at the parade. Sandra and Cathy are driving in it.”“I though you were talking about your work truck.”Tim laughed. “No one would want to see that thing in a parade.”He knew that wasn’t actually true. He and Benny weren’t going to get rid of it. They were going to restore it and store it once they had bought a truck to replace it. They figured in 2000 that an early 60s F-100 pickup. I’ll see you around.”“I’ll be looking for you,” he said with a sad smile.The rest of the day was a mix of ordinary boredom and crushing pain. I sat with Bethany at lunch. We continued to search for a way back to something like friendship. Joe came by long enough to check on me, then left me to go our afternoon classes. I saw Mark a couple of times, but he just avoided my eyes.When I got back home I was exhausted. I skipped dinner to go to sleep instead. That was the first night I didn’t dream I. I resisted, and resisted but after a few kicks in the stomach I gave in. Within seconds I had this cock thrusting in and out of my mouth getting faster and faster, yet deeper and deeper. Each thrust now hitting the back of my throat I was left stuck. His hands on one side of my head, his crotch the other. I was scared for a good minute or two until I stopped resisting completely, at the end of the day it was already happening. After a good 5 minutes with groans coming from the guy, out of no.