In the city of Los Santos, where trouble and sex happens every time. All the gangs walk around in every street in their own pack and every hotdog stand near the beach and the fair, while I'm here running around solo and stealing every bank by myself...
"Psst! Psst!! Brock!" I whisper out loudly as I peak out from the bathroom. I'm starting to like Brock more than the other retards. We became good friends and help each other with cooking and washing the dishes.
Brock looks up from his phone and looked straight at me. He started to get worried and ran up to me, letting him in and close the door behind him. "What's wrong Evan? Did something bad happened?!" He asked me.
"I'm alright but I don't know if my sexuality is...I recently have been getting these thoughts lately." I tell him as I rub my arm slightly nervous.
"What are they about?" He asked me as he sat down on the toilet curiously and I paced around nervously. "Sex and kissing..." I mumble out as my face turn slightly red. "That's all?" "No...when I dream of that, I always see the same person." I tell him.
"Do you have a crush on some other girl? Heh! Evan it's normal."
"That's the problem! It's not a girl that I see everyday in my sleep. It's a guy!" I tell him as I grip my hair. Brock chuckled and stood up, making me now sit on the toilet. "Evan, you might be bisexual." He tells me with a smile.
"I'm bisexual. I love Brian, but I used to be married with a woman and we both had a beautiful baby girl. Sadly we had to divorce and she took full custody of our child, I visit them like once a month and then leave them be. That was the rules that she made for me." He tells me as he leaned back against the wall and smiled down at me.
"Wow! So are the rest of the guys bisexual too?" I ask him quite surprised about all of this. "Yep! The only ones not dating right now is Tyler, Craig, and Jonathan." He tells me.
"Whoa! So this is normal?" I asked him just to make sure. "Yep, this is totally normal. By the way, who's the guy you dream of?" He asked me with a smirk. "I'm not gonna say." I tell him with a pout.
"Hah! Now come on, it's time to get you ready for work." Brock tells me as he open the door and we walk out. "Something bad happened?" Jonathan cane up to us with a serious expression, acting all tough as if he has no emotions. Bitch I know you have them! You always get worried of me.
"No not at all, he just wanted to talk about something in private." Brock tells him with a reassuring smile. "Hmm okay, also I forgot to say this, but Evan, Brian won't be able to watch over you today at work. I'll be taking his place for today." He tells me as he made a gesture to Brock to go with Brian who was by the door ready to leave.
"Um okay, let me just get ready and then we can head out." I tell him as I slowly head to my room and close the door behind me. My body lean back against the door and my cheeks turned red as I ran my finger through my hair. I take my hearing aids off so that they would come off accidentally when I undress and dress.
The guy of my fucking horny dreams is gonna be the one to fucking watch over me at work! FUCKING FANTASTIC!!!!
I didn't even realize that I got dressed up and had my hearing aids back on because Jon fucking walked in seeing me stare deep into the wall with wide eyes. I was so deep in space man!
"You ready?" He asked me as he raised an eyebrow. His blue eyes shined bright as he stared down at me, looking at me from top to bottom. "Yea! I just was so deep in thought..." I slightly mumble as I walked pass him, fixing my pink bow tie.
"Brian took the fucking car so I'll be taking you in my own personal vehicle." He told me as we head outside of the apartments. "Which is?"
HIS CO-
"My motorcycle." He tells me as we walk over towards a SWM Gran Turismo motorcycle that had a blue color on it.
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"Whoa..." I wowed as he got on it and put his black helmet on. "Are you just gonna keep staring or gonna get on it?" He asked me with a serious expression. "Huh? Oh! Sorry!" I mumbled out as I hop on it and he passed me another helmet that was yellow.
I haven't rode and sat on a motorcycle for a long ass time like a couple of months and it's still getting repaired.
He made the engine of this beast roar which got me hyped, almost making me jump on the seat. Then he drove off in the streets, heading over to the strip club. My arms were wrapped around his waist tightly so that I wouldn't fall on ever sharp turn he took.
"We are here." He said as I slowly get off feeling so excited. I took the helmet off and place it on the already parked bike, then we head in.
The rest of the job was okay, no one threw up on me which was good. I didn't get yelled at like the usual and I got payed today so...YAY!!
For some reason when a girl tries to flirt with Jonathan, my blood would start to boil up and get ready to attack, but I would always calm myself with a small sip of whiskey. They let us drink here when we get pressured or something. I rarely drink but when these hoes tried to flirt with Jonathan, I would always take a sip of whiskey...
Do you know how many assholes flirted? Fucking 51! Do you want to know how many cups of whiskey did I drank? FUCKING 52!!! I drank an extra cup because I was feeling a bit pressured when Brizet told me that ten guys came in and each guy ordered something different. What a day!
"Um Evan, do you need help?" Jonathan asked me as he held onto me tightly. "I am fucking fine! I can fucking walk on my own..." He slowly let go of me and I took a step forward but my body started to fall back towards the ground.
"You know what...I'm gonna carry you." He tells me as he immediately grabbed me and picked me up bridal style. "No! Put me dooowwwwnnnnn!!!" I slurred out drunk as I see everything spin and get blurry a bit. Jon's eyes would get shinier.
He sat me behind him and placed the helmet on me. He made my arms wrap around him and guess what I did!
I fucking started grinding against him.
A slight chuckle was heard and he drove off. I closed my eyes for a bit and then opened them back up, seeing that I wasn't in my room...wait a minute...I'M STILL OUTSIDE!!!
My back was against the wall as my legs were spread open, my pants were ripped too! It was exposing my bottom area. I started to grunt and moan as something slowly entered me.
Am I getting raped and am I having another honey dream?
