Bumblebee Frat Boy Storm

I am visiting my parents.

I am staying in my grandmother’s old house nearby. It had been used for storage for several years, but it has been fixed up as a kind of guesthouse. It’s older and simply furnished, much as it was when I was a child.

My parents and I sit in the living room, talking about work. I look out the window.

There are many cars rushing down the road outside the house. Strange, ominous storm clouds are gathering.

We turn on a portable radio sitting on a table in the living room.

The announcer on the radio says that a storm is approaching. The county is being evacuated.

“Gather the things that are most important to you and leave,” the announcer on the radio says.

We leave the guesthouse and walk to my parents’ house just up the road. It is the house I grew up in, a house that has not existed in many years.

My mother gathers family photos, some clothes, and my grade school report cards. My father gets some tools, money, and important papers.

I only have a few things with me, since I am visiting, but I can’t find my passport. We look all over the house, in drawers, under beds, and between the cushions of chairs. We finally find it.

I get into my car, my parents get into theirs and we head out into the traffic.

I keep driving behind them, trying to follow in the heavy traffic through twisting mountain roads. Rain and hail begin to fall. The wind picks up. It grows darker.

When we cross the county line, I see my parents stop at a roadside diner to get something to eat. It’s one of those landmarks near my hometown that’s been there for many years.

The diner is crowded with people who are evacuating because of the storm. They talk about it being related in some way to a war.

John is there. He walks around with an antique tape recorder, interviewing people about their experience with the storm.

I want to talk with John to find out where he is going and how he is doing, but I lose him in the crowd.

Amongst the people there are three men dressed as bumblebees. They are drunk and loud, acting like frat boys.

I am annoyed with them.

The place gets more crowded and people start pushing against me. I decide to leave.

I push my way through the crowd reach the door of the restaurant.

I open the door and walk into the parking lot. It is night and a gentle rain is falling. The clouds are beginning to move away.

I get into my car. I hear someone and look behind me.

The bumblebees are in the back seat of my car, still drunk and acting like frat boys.

I am annoyed.

Then I woke up.

Naked Jewish Boy Bus Trip Party

It's a bright, sunny spring day.

I'm riding on a school bus, sitting near the back.

The road seems very twisted and the bus speeds along around the curves.

The road is near some kind of big body of water, like an ocean or really huge lake. The road goes around the side of these cliffs. I look down and see the water on the left of the bus.

There are a dozen people scattered around the bus, all of them are adults. Some are men; some are women. I don't know any of these people.

All of the people on the bus are naked. They chat with each other pleasantly, enjoying the ride.

I hear a voice behind me.

"Are you going to the party?" a man asks.

I turn around and there’s a young man there. It is John.

He has long blond hair, a nice thin build and a bit of a shadow beard. Like everyone else, he's naked.

He wears a necklace that fits close around his neck. The necklace has different colored beads on it.

"Yes, I suppose I am," I say.

We chat with each other about the weather or something.

I happen to look down and notice that he has a really nice set of tit rings.

I also notice something else.

John has several piercings in different sizes. The rings are placed all the way up the front of his belly and chest, from his waist to just below his neck. They are all in a row, each ring about a half-inch apart.

The rings are arranged in a manner that resembles an erect penis, with smaller rings forming the shaft and the wider rings making up the head of the cock.

"It's going to be a great party," he says.

Suddenly, I am standing in a shower in the building where the party will be held.

It's a little musty and run down and the lighting isn't very good. It appears similar to open multi-person showers one might see at the gym.

I wear flip-flops and have a towel around my waist. I take off the towel and place it on a hanger.

I walk to one of the showerheads, turn it on and shower myself down, enjoying the feel of the cool water on my body.

I finish the shower, grab the towel and begin drying off.

"Where is he?" I wonder to myself.

"He's not here,” a voice says from behind me.

I turn around. It is one of my aunts.

She stands there in front of me, fully clothed.

I ignore the fact that I'm standing in front of my aunt wet and naked and just continue toweling down.

My aunt rambles on about some kind of cake she's baking.

I finish drying off, tie the towel around my waist and start to walk off.

"You should find yourself a nice Jewish boy," she says.

Then I woke up.