I couldn’t remember exactly what happened in the nightmare, but I had a vague sense of a horse, me, the desert, and pain. I struggled to remember sp...cifics. Again, that proved to be too much effort and, again, I drifted back off to sleep.Waking up again, I was trying to decide if my last dream was really a dream or a nightmare. In my dream, I was struggling with someone holding my left arm, while I couldn’t move my right arm because it was tied down. Someone else was holding my head, trying to. “Someone gave him to you. There’s no way a two-bit operation like this could get someone like that. Why does he look at you the way he does? Why are you treating him this way?”“He’s dying!” Jodi exclaimed. Her face was already starting to swell from the impact of the slap, and one eye was starting to close.“That’s what they told us. I swear. He’s dying, and this is his dying wish. That’s why we don’t have to worry about marking him. He already has his will all signed.”“Who is ‘they’?” demanded. I was hesitant again but he insisted so I did. As I licked his asshole cleaning up my cum he told me to play with his balls and cock. He was already real hard and I could feel the jizz leaking from his big cock. Then he told me he wanted to fuck me. Again I was hesitant. He promised he would go slow and put lots of spit on it to make it easier. I got on my hands and knees. He started by wetting his finger and slowly opening my hole. At first I didn't like the feeling. It didn't hurt it just. After deciding that we had taken about as much of our friends as we could stand, we took off to destinations unknown. We drove for a bit, debating why we should go to his apartment (me) and why we shouldn't go to the apartment (him). Finally, I explained to him that the Playboys and the underwear on the floor were not going to disturb me and he relented. It was only a ten-minute drive, but it seemed like hours. All I wanted to do was kiss him, touch him, lick his body, and pretty much anything.