I couldn't believe those assholes. Who did they think they were? I know when I've had too much to drink. I have a slight buzz but I know I could drive home safely. They took my keys and tried to stuff me into the car but I wasn't having it. If I couldn't drive my own car home, I'll just walk.
So that's what I did. It was a bit chilly but manageable. After a few blocks, I cooled down a bit. In my fury, I didn't realize I lived quite a bit away. It would probably take me a couple hours to get home. I decided to walk back to the bar but when I got there, my car was gone. Those bastards took my car!
I reached into my pockets for my cell phone but it wasn't there. It must have fallen out when they were trying to get me into the back seat of the car. The anger inside of me boiled. Those so called friends were so dead to me. Now how was I going to get home?
I cussed and kicked the empty air in front of me. Like the drunken idiot I was, I slipped and landed flat on my back. Feeling defeated, I just laid there with my eyes closed. A voice broke the cold silent night, "Hey buddy, you ok?" I opened my eyes and a big black guy was standing over me. He helped me get up to my feet and I did a once over of him.
He was taller than me by a couple inches and a bit heavy, but solid. He looked like the nerdy type. His head was bald, maybe in his mid 40s, thick glasses and had a look of concern. I told him I was ok and explained what happened. He introduced himself as Reuben. I replied, "Hi I'm James." Reuben offered me a ride home and I agreed.
As we rode to my place, I learned he was single and a computer teacher at the local middle school. He and some of his coworkers were getting a couple drinks and discussing some school stuff I had no interest in. At one point he looked over at me and asked, "So how old are you James? You look like you're barely legal to drink." I laughed and let him know I was 30.
I kept catching him stealing glances at my lap. It finally registered that maybe he wanted a piece of what I have in my pants. I smiled at the thought but brushed it off. The alcohol must still be messing with me. I looked over at his lap and saw a nice bulge there. The thought of his fat cock in my mouth hardened me pretty quickly.
We arrived at my house but I didn't see my car. I'd hoped they'd dropped off the car and left my keys somewhere I'd know to look like by the flower pot by my door or something. Defeated for the second time tonight, I let him know I didn't have my key but I was going to try and find a way in. I thanked Reuben for his help and told him to go home.
"James, I can't just leave you here. How about you come back to my place and tomorrow we'll figure out which one of your friends has your car," He suggested. I sighed deeply and agreed. We drove the rest of the way back to his place in silence. I'd fallen asleep at one point but awoke when I thought I'd felt his hand in my lap.
I quickly looked around and Reuben had just gotten out of the car. I unbuckled and did the same. He had a nicer place than I did. Teaching must pay pretty decent. When we got in, he told me to make myself at home and gave me a quick tour. His house was moderately decorated with stuff from Ikea. He showed me the guest room where I'd be sleeping. He lent me some basketball shorts to sleep in so I thanked him again and he shut the door behind him. I took off my shirt, put on the shorts and fell onto the bed and just wanted to sleep so I could go find my car.
I was still so angry. The more I thought about it, the more it fueled my rage. I couldn't sleep. I went to Reuben's kitchen and saw a bottle of wine that was half full. I fished out $20 and placed it on the counter. I think that should cover what I was about to consume. I sat in his living room and turned on the TV with the sound pretty low. Infomercials were on.
I sighed and drank. After a few minutes, Reuben emerged and sat down on the armchair to my right. He was wearing a bathrobe and still wearing his thick glasses. I told him about the money on the counter and he said, "Hey, after the night you've been having don't worry about it." He motioned to let him have a swig and I obliged.