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At 3pm it started to snow. Not really what I had in mind. I called my friend to make sure we were still on for meeting up at his garage to replace my brake pads. I had let them go for too long and he was worried about me dying or something. He always cared too much about my safety, but that's how things had been since we met two years ago.

We met up at the Pick n Save by his house to pick up some beer, and then I followed him to the garage. He always acted like I didn't know the way even though I had been there dozens of times before.

The snow fell�heavily, my windshield wipers were set to high, and�my friend was�drifting his car back and forth�on the�narrow street. He�had a rear wheel drive Mustang that he�had done a fair amount of work on, and was well apt at handling it even in these very slippery conditions. He enjoyed sliding�his car around turns, but as soon as I tried to do the same he called�to tell me not to because he was�worried I might�hurt myself. I had a�97 audi A4 with some work done, but nothing spectacular.

I think maybe that's what I liked so much about him -- that he truly cared. He was always there for me, during break ups, when my mom died. We would go out drinking. I was just happy this night to get to spend�time with him under�normal conditions.

After he�almost put it into a couple of ditches, and narrowly missed�a tow truck we made it to the garage. Two of his friends were there. I kind of knew them from highschool.

We heated up the car to get all the snow off and put it up on stands. We each took off a wheel, and then took a break. I had a couple beers, I think my friend had two as well. We did power turns in the parking lot of the garage in his car. One of the other guys was screwing around on a mini dirt bike he owned.

About 45 minutes later we went back to work on the car. I didn't really know what I was doing, and there were only enough tools for two of us to be working on the brake pads at once, so since the other guys had more experience,�my friend�and I just sat by the heater and talked about school and whatever while we had another beer. They finished up the rear breaks and decided to take another break. I popped open another beer, took a sip, and ran outside to quick piss. I tried writing FUCK in the snow, but the K got messed up and it looked stupid. Just as I was heading back my friend came out to piss, too.

I came back in and sat down. I was starting to feel kind of buzzed from the drinking. I took a big gulp of my beer. It tasted kind of weird so I asked if anyone else's tasted bad (I had bought the beer for them as a thank you for the breaks, so I guess I was worried some of it was bad).�The two guys�said no. I took another sip. It still tasted weird so I got up to throw it out and grab a new one. My friend was back, sitting down, and drinking again.�When I tried to stand up, though, I started to feel really drunk -- a lot more than I should be after just a few beers. Everything was really blurry and I started to feel sick. Once I got to the garbage I tossed the half empty can into it, but before I could even take another step closer I puked all of the side of the metal trash can. Without really knowing what was going on I reached for a broom that I think was nearby. I missed the broom, though, and fell flat on the oily concrete. I saw my friend running towards me as I was consumed by black.

I don't know how long it was until I woke up, but a freezing chill on my back brought me back to the garage. I could feel the melting snow running down my bare back. As I opened my eyes I saw�and felt the black hood of my car, still warm from the heater. I tried to roll over onto my back, but aside from still feeling dizzy, my hands had been tied to each of my side mirrors. I could feel spit running out of my mouth and trailing down between�the hairs on my�bare chest and the hood of my car. I started to sweat with fear. I tried kicking my legs but I felt two strong hands grab a hold of my ankles. I started to yell but a greasy hand covered my mouth. I felt hot, nervous, confused. I could tell now that I was completely naked. One of the greasy fingers shoved its way into my mouth. It tasted bitter as it squirmed around feeling my tongue and teeth. Just as I was about to bite down in rage the other hand came around holding some sort of clamp. The metal wedged between my teeth and pried open. I felt completely helpless. I heard one of the two guys I didn't know that well say. "He's all set, go for it." I could feel the warm skin of his penis sliding around my ass cheeks as it got harder. The feel of his penis disapeared for a few seconds until I felt it plunge into my asshole. He threw the bottle of AGS break lubricant onto the hood by my face. I could feel the vigorous pumping of his now lubed dick as it had it's way with my helpless ass.

His friend climbed up onto the hood and straddled my face, his dick hard from watching his friend rape me, and started to throat fuck me in my pried open mouth. I could feel tears starting to fill my eyes, but I still felt dizzy, and it almost felt like a nightmare instead of real life.

It felt like it was hours before he fired his hot load deep inside of my rectum, but I'm sure it was only 10 or 15 minutes. As I felt his dick pulsing with orgasm, and heard him moan, I could feel the throbbing penis in my mouth getting closer to orgasm as well. It was obviously turned on by what was going on behind me. As the man behind me finished his orgasm, the penis deep inside my mouth started to empty its load down my throat as his hands clenched on the back of my head, forcing everything to go deeper. They were both finished now, and there was no sound except all of us breathing heavily. The guy on the hood climbed down and grabbed a knife and cut the rope holding my hands. The other man flipped me over onto my back and pushed me completely up onto the hood. My ass was incredibly sore, and�I scooted up towards the windshield to lean against that.

�Both of the men glared at�me. I saw my friend scrunched up in the far corner. I thin trail of blood led from my asshole down the hood where it dripped slowly onto the ground. While the larger of the two men got dressed the other pulled a maxi pad out of a half empty box stuffed under a tarp. He tossed it onto the hood between my legs as he said, "Looks like your pad needs to be changed, too, bitch." He got dressed and they left together.

Once�I was sure they were gone, I went to check on my friend. Whatever they had drugged me with was still taking its toll and it was hard to move and concentrate. When I made it over I started to cry as I felt for a pulse. He wasn't breathing. I crawled towards my pile of clothes and dug through my pants for my phone. Things were made worse by the text messages the two men who�had raped me sent using my friend's phone. One of them read "LOL I'M DEAD SUX 4 U." I mashed 911 and cried for help. It was odd --�even after being to the garage so many times, I guess I really didn't know where it was. I HAD always followed my friend. I tried to explain the surrounding buildings, but it didn't seem to help much. Thirty minutes later the police and ambulance�finally showed up. My friend was cold and dead as a I clutched his torso. The medic said I�was lucky as he picked up the empty beer can by my friend. Apparently, since he had finished his beer, he consumed too much of the sedative and died from it. I guess they slipped it into�our drinks during the seconds�we were outside together.�I didn't understand how he could say I was lucky. I hadn't bothered to get dressed. I still lay naked in the middle of the cold garage, with a small puddle of blood under me, crying.

My friend's name was Kyle, and this was the night I was going to�finally ask him out.