Hunter held me close to him and kissed my chest. It was weird since we were both boys but I loved him. His body was warm and I could feel his cock rubbing against mine. I closed my eyes and grabbed his body.
"Ugh! That feels good! I...want more." I moved my legs around in the bed as he pushed harder. He smiled at me and then kissed my lips passionately. Why? He went out of control. He was grabbing at me, kissing me, sucking my body, touching me. I felt violated. My body pushed in many directions and his strong hands grabbing me.
"Stop!" I yelled out. He looked at me and grinned.
"Why?" He licked my chest and then grabbed my legs.
"Stop it! Stop!" I tried to push him off but he was much stronger than I was. He opened my legs up and kissed me.
"Your delicious." I screamed in fear as he licked me. I didn't want this. I wanted him to love but not like this.
"Stop Hunter!" I hit him and slipped out of bed.
"Jack! Wait!!" He yelled. I ran to the door but he took hold of me and started kissing me. I pushed him away and went into my kitchen. There was my phone. I dialed 911 but right after I did, he was in my again. We fell over, both naked, and fought on the ground.
"Help me! Help me!" I started to scream. He tried making me shut up but I kicked him and grabbed my phone again. He slapped it out of my hands and the glass of my 5c screen smashed at the side. There was no time to be disappointed. He was still on me. I gave him a punch to the face and for being the age I am, I got him pretty bad. He shoved me against the wall and started touching me again, telling me it would be ok but I kept screaming. After 5 minutes of this the front door opened and 3 police officers entered my home. They pulled him off and put hand cuffs on him. The rest was a blur. I talked to a lot of people and answered tons of questions and as all this happened, I watched him get shoved in a police car . He was glaring up at my apartment and mouthed something but I didn't know what he said. I didn't want to know. Everything went black and I woke up screaming again. Another bad dream. Sweat ran down my face and was all over my shirt. My phone was sitting on my low book shelf. I rolled over in my bed and picked it up, cutting myself on the broken glass.
"I really need to get a new screen." I said turning on the light. Then I walked to the kitchen to get a band aid.
