It was late at night and I was coming home from a long jog. I am part of the Marines, so it is essential for me to stay fit. Gotta serve the country when I am called from the reserve. Even though it was cold, the warmth from the workout was warming me a bit. Minnesota so far has been great for me despite the cold. The skyways in the city are awesome and being an outsider I am really optimistic about my future in this place. I was about to reach the doorway of my home when I heard a loud but slightly feminine voice from behind.
"Turn around and give me your wallet!" this voice said.
"Ugh! This place is a mess," I mumbled to myself. As I turned around I got see a young girl with long blonde hair and piercings yelling at me. As I focused a bit, I realized it was a guy. He looked extremely androgynous and could be easily mistaken for a girl.
"Drop your wallet now!" he said, pointing his gun at me.
I was about to reach down for my wallet, but then I saw his gun. I recognized it immediately that it was fake. Being in the Marines we were given fake guns to do mock training. He even left his sticker on it. I realized it was the same brand that I had used in the Marines. It was a really bad replica of an actual gun with several components missing.
"I'll give you my wallet! Calm down don't shoot me!" I said. I made a quick plan in my head of tackling him once he let his guard down slightly. Harmless it is, I still didn't wanna get shot by that BB gun.
"Okay don't move and throw your wallet near me," he said while creating a 3-meters distance between us.
I threw the wallet right below his feet. As he reached out for the wallet, I immediately dashed with lightning speed towards him. He was completely shocked by my sudden dash and I was able to tackle him to the ground. He tried to fight back hard but failed.
"Got ya little bastard! Someone call the damned cops! Hurry!" I yelled.
"Let me go of me fucker!" he screamed at me while struggling.
He struggled for 3-4 minutes as I yelled my lungs out for someone to call the cops. By this moment it was a stalemate, he didn't succeed in getting away and I failed at calling for help. The moment I stopped yelling for help, he renewed his struggle by being even more aggressive and tried to kick. I had to respond by locking him even further by wrapping myself around him completely.
"God! I hate this place! Someone call the cops!" I yelled loudly for the last time.
It was almost 15 minutes now, being stationary I was, I felt the cold devouring me. My body reacted instinctively by tightening myself around him even further. There at this moment, I felt sort of a connection to him. I could feel his soft skin and long blonde hair turning me on. Since nobody was coming, I rationalized my first move. I moved my head forward and kissed his neck. I also extended my hand to undo his pant buttons to get inside his pants.
"Let go of me you pervert!" he yelled at me.
As I moved further in his pant, I wrapped my hands around his penis and tried to jack him off. His penis responded by becoming harder immediately.
