Caution to danger (manxman)

Getting a handle on things (3)

For the next week I meet up with the man, each day I grow even more curious about the man. He never really talks about himself, and I don't even know his name. I'm always too nervous to ask. This week he promised to take me to the more odd places in this city. Mainly we've only stayed near the boardwalk.
I found it harder with every moment we spent together to not stare at him in complete awe. Even the way he walks makes me feel like I am unworthy of his company.
I once again find myself sitting at the bench, this time he's late by half an hour. He's usually the one who arrives first so I'm a little nervous. Pis he already bored of me? O don't think I'm that bad to hang out with? Did he notice the looks that I was tossing at him? Did I make him uncomfortable?
Doubts fill my head as the time passes by slowly. Deciding that I shouldn't wait on him this long I walk down to the beach. I sigh as the sounds of laughter and endless chatter fills my ears as I make it closer to the beach. I end up walking underneath the boardwalk. Which is populated with other teens, some partaking in not the most pg activities. I find a rock and sit on it. Pulling put my phone I check the time. It's nearly three. I've been waiting for the guy for three hours. I couldn't help the disappointment that radiates off of me. Being forgotten isn't the best feeling ever.
When the sun starts to set I decide to make my way back to the hotels
Weeks pass and I slowly give up hope that the boardwalk man will ever return. Is till go every day, and sit at the bench in hopes that he'd turn up. I'm always disparities and left alone. My mood slowly becoming sour. Wanting to go home more than anything. I was mad at myself for getting feelings for a man I knew nothing about.
When I returned home I was met by a happy Kendall, who was unaware of how I was feeling on the inside. For the rest of the summer I slipped into a deep funk. Not wanting to leave my room. I still couldn't believe that a man that I only knew for a week could have this kind of affect on me.
Returning to school I couldn't help but compare everybody that was interested in me to the man. Only when I met Parker did I give up on feeling the way that I did.
Parker was a guy who went to the local college. He played on the colleges football team and he was incredibly handsome.
"Hey baby," Parker says as he meets me outside of my high school. I slap him on the shoulder since I don't want anybody to know that I'm seeing an older guy, putting emphasis on the guy part. It's my last year until I could leave this place, I don't want it to be ruined by the assholes that attend the high school.
"Knock it off Park. You know how I feel about this. Let's just go." I jump in the car. Waiting for him to do the same. He pulls out of the parking lot, setting his hand on my thigh. We've been seeing each other for a month now, but just his hand on me still makes me feel uneasy. I felt like calling it off numerous times, but the fear of being alone keeps me from doing it.
"So, I was thinking, want to come to my dorm and watch a movie?" He asks, but the way his hand is moving on my thigh shows that he has no plan of actually watching the movie. Pushing back my unease I nod my head. Trying to smile at him, but it comes out more like a grimace. The rest of the ride is filled with silence and soon we are pulling up to his dorm building. He squeezes my thigh with a wink before getting out and walking to my side of the car. He opens the door and pulling me into his body. A shiver of disgust goes up my back as his hands grope my ass.
"I can't wait until we're alone." He whispers into my ear. Nibbling at it harshly. Making me hiss in pain. He shuts the car door and pulls me into the building. Kissing up my neck, he's obviously really horny if he can't even make it into his dorm room without becoming overly excited.
We finally make it to the door of his dorm room where he quickly unlocks the door and shoves me into the room. I stumble and almost fall at the strength of the shove.
"I've been waiting for this since the first time I've seen that tight as of yours" he says, locking the door and stalking towards me. The look in his eyes makes me cower slightly. I regret my decision of coming here.
"I-I thought we were watching a movie?" I ask, trying to stall him. Really not wanting him to go with the promises his eyes are making.
"You were naive if you really thought that's what we were doing." He growls out. Removing his shirt over his head. He makes his way in front of me and harshly grabs by arm. Pulling me into him. I gasp at the lain radiating up my arm.
"P-Parker." I whisper, pain filling my voice. He ignores me. He shoves his hand up my shirt. Scratching at my chest until he reaches my nipples. I squirm against him. Feeling panic raise,
"Stop moving." He growls out. Tightening his hold on my arm. I whimper oh.
"I-it hurts." I cry out as he tugs down my pants.
"Shut up. You've been teasing me all month. I could only handle so much" he says. Gripping me through my boxers painfully. I continue he to tug against his hold as he removes the rest of the clothing. His mouth attacking my own. Restraining me from screaming for help. I should have went with my instinct. I bite his lip harshly, drawing blood. He hisses and momentarily loosens his hold on me. I tear away from him and run towards the door. I fumble with the lock but I'm not fast enough because I feel his hands tug my hair back. I scream out in pain.
"Shut the fuck up." Parker growls out. Pinning me against the door. He removes my boxers from my body. He lines himself up and thrusts into me. I scream out. Intense pain shoots up my back. Making my knees almost give out. His hand covers my mouth, and I bite on it. Tears stream down my face, wishing that somebody would hear me and come save me. It never Happens.
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