I lived in a nice place in the state of Philadelphia. I lived in a small town called Fishtown. It was pretty quiet most of the time. With the occasional bank robbery and drug addicts at the local playground... but they come out mostly at night. The local playground is called The Wreck. I don't know why people call it that but they do. I lived in a nice three-story brick house. I had a deli around one corner and a sweet shop around the other. It was fairly nice. Then he came around. Not saying that he was BAD but he wasn't... the best looking teenager. He was punk. He had long hair that went over one eye. The ends of it was spiked. He had snake-bite lip piercings. He even had an eyebrow piercing. He striked me as mysterious. I was curious about this new guy. I walked over.
"Hi! Welcome to Fishtown. I'm Nick. You would be?" I said invitingly.
"Hi. I'm Nathan." He said quietly. His voice was deep. I held out my hand to shake. He shook it. "Nice to meet you." He said after a few seconds.
"Nice to meet you too! So tell me about yourself." I said with a laugh.
"Well, I have piercings. I'm gay. I live by myself. I emancipated my parents. I'm 16 and a half. What about you?" I was surprised. 'He's gay too?' I thought to myself.
"Well.. I have lived here my whole life. I'm gay too. I live with my dad. My parents are divorced. And I'm 15. Almost 16." Nathan raised an eyebrow.
"You're gay too?" I nodded. He smiled.
"Well nice to meet you Nathan. I live right over there if you need anything. See you later!" I said. He told me bye.
Later That Day...
I was chilling at the wreck. It was midnight. I was on the swings. Thinking. Of Nathan. And I see him walking in the playground. He saw me and smiled. He walked over and sat on the swing next to me. We chatted about our lives for a while. Then I said.
"Well I should get home. Bye Nathan!" I said with a smile. He frowned. I started walking towards the sidewalk. He was following me. He yelled.
"Hey! I don't want you to leave!" He started running towards me. I had an urge to run away from him. I took the urge. I ran. He smirked. A thought ran through my mind. 'I like this. I like the chase. Especially from him. I wanna get to a certain point then pretend like I trip so me and him get to the fun faster.' I felt my member rise. I loved this. I was running towards his house. I 'tripped' right infront of it. He came over and grabbed my wrists. He was smirking. He pulled me in his house. He pulled me into the master bedroom. He pushed me on the bed and pulled out rope. He tied me to the bed. He ripped my clothes off. He said.
"I hope you don't press charges against the rape.." He smirked.
