I've always been a smaller, not muscular, manly but not a big tough guy, yeah I was bullied a lot in and out of school, even still at work by my boss. My name is Billy, well I guess it's really William, but everyone calls me Billy, I'm five foot eight, one hundred and thirty five pounds. Do I work out? No never have I have a great metabolism so the weight stays off of me.
I work in a corporate office, I like to be dressed in style but on a tight budget, I like to look great all the time. I would never go out without my hair being done, I always have to be properly dressed as well. I like to make a statement, I want people to look at me, I want to be seen, not that I ever am for the reason I am looking for.
Just too bad it really does not work, at work or at the bar, I am not the guy other guys seek out. I do have a type I usually look at younger guys, in great shape guys, again this does not work for me in most cases. I am thirty and single, I am a truly versatile man, I can top or bottom, I have a seven inch thick cock and a nice tight ass, both rarely ever having sex.
It was a Wednesday when the week went to hell, I got to work late, my car was acting up on the drive to work. My boss was riding my ass all day cause I was ten minutes late, I stayed the extra twenty minutes and did not take a lunch to make up the time. I headed out to my car, got in and luckily it started, I got on the road and was driving along when it made a weird clunking noise, then died.
I called my garage guy and he would send out a tow truck, it was yet another hot day out so I sat on the trunk of the car. Three guys pulled up about ten feet from my car, they sat in their pick up truck and looked at me, pointed and laughed. The one guy gets out, yes all three were red neck all the way, camouflage clothes, hats one guy even his boots.
"What's wrong with you sweetheart?"
The one guy taller than the other two, somewhat better build, asked, turning to his friends laughing.
"Did your little sissy car break down? Twinkle toes"
I looked at him and snickered.
"Nothing gets past you does it?"
I picked the wrong guy, the wrong day, and the wrong thing to say to this guy.
"So this fucking pansy thinks he's smarter than we are guys. Think your funny you fucking little cock sucker?"
I looked down, I tried to avoid contact, he stared waiting for me to respond, there was nothing that would get me out of this at this point. The taller guy reached out and slapped me on the side of the head. I slid off the trunk and held the side of my face, he reached in and grabbed me by the throat. This guy was not messing around, he planned to hurt me, and bad by the grip he had on my throat.