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Warning: This is a yaoi fic if you do not like yaoi don't bother reading.

I'm Dating Freddy Krueger

Dream 1 (Freddy Krueger And New… Victim?)

John Nates had just turned eighteen that day on the sixth hour of the sixth day of the fifth month (since his mother born him prematurely). He had just finished taking out the trash to the curb as he rubbed a newly made bruise on his face. Looking back he dared not go back inside quite yet, he had just finished placing the trash bag into the trash can and was sitting on top of it waiting for the yelling inside to stop. His mother had just finished drinking his dad's beer and he was pissed. Every time they fought they got mad and when they got mad… he paid for it, ever since dad moved into the slums of Michigan after losing his job he resolved to live life as a bum of government aid funds. Drinking everyday and making John's life unbearable, he was forced to drop out of high school to 'help' bring in some money by working four jobs during the week. The weekends he was told to do the housework which he was told he had no say in what so ever. His money was arranged his mother to be deposited at a joint bank account which was gone before he had a chance to save just a little. Eventually John gave up since it was clear he wasn't moving out with a single penny to his name, he only hoped that he could get a friend to help him except… he had none.

It was rumored quite accurate sadly that John liked 'checking out' the football players that led to beatings and exclusion at most from any social interaction. John thanked God every day that his dad never found out he was gay or… he might not wake up the day after. The sun had already set then and he felt a little chill looking over his shoulder after hearing a heavy sway behind him he looked to see a coming breeze move tree branch of a dead tree behind him. In the dull light of a half bent lamppost he could barely make out the tree, an outline of a couple of run down houses in their neighborhood and the street name. In half fainted letters he made out the name… 'Elms Street' a very common name but it had a homely touch to it that made him feel comfortable. However as he was soothing himself he heard a loud scream from his house, "JOHN! YOU LITTLE SHIT GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW"! John not going to try his dad's patience got up from his can (pun intended) and ran to the front door to his house. Opening the screen door he took off his shoes and walked into the living room careful not to step on the broken beer bottles.

Looking up from keeping an eye on the hazardous floor he looked right into his father's blood shot which were surrounded by dark sleepless eyes. His dad's face was read with a fuming presence all around him, taking deep heavy huffs the strong armed beer gut grizzled man tugged at his buzz cut whitening brunet hair cut looking madder than hell. His mother caring a strap in her hand which John knew only too well as it was whipping across his back.

Her hair was died read her original John never really knew since it was a new only every week either way her face told him she was quite older than how the makeup tried to make her seem. The trail of thought John had was brought to immediate attention to his dad who yelled "WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE OUT THE TRASH"? John was confused at this question as he had already done that just now. "I just did it's-"John was cut off by his dad's crude tone "THEN WHY IS IT ALL OVER THE KITCHEN FLOOR"!

John confused walked inside the kitchen to find it covered in garbage, John saw it was mostly last night's left over's so he figured it was done by his parents who would blame him for their own mess. John not wanting to argue said "I'll clean it up now" in a humble way to avoid any further repercussion. Knelt down to pick up the floor covered garbage but he felt a harsh whack on his back which knocked him to the ground. Then as John sought to get up he felt his dad's heavy foot on his back holding him down as his mother knelt in front of his face. Then taking a cigarette she lit it in front of him. John shuddered knowing what will happen next… wait! John remembered this 'DÉJÀ VU' it happened already, his parents beat him for a mess they made and sent him to bed. His mother burned his cheek with a cigarette and his dad… touched him.

John tried to figure this out but after remembering looking at himself in the mirror seeing the burn start to bubble with blood building under the skin which scared his pale beautiful skin. He remembered how he wished a hand would caress his smooth skin then look him in his hazel eyes then filled with tears, his hair once blond died black. Then John looked himself over a nice slim body covered in Goth like black jeans, a studded black belt, and a plain black short sleeve shirt. Removing his clothes leaving only a red pair of briefs he saw himself to be quite attractive if not desirable. Lying in his bed in the dark of his room he prayed as he began to sleep that he would get someone to love him that night in his dreams, since reality was not too kind to him.

Then it was clear… he was dreaming, taking in a breath he simply reshaped the world around him, now he was in his room lying face up looking at his ceiling. It was really dark out and being a little disturbed he turned on the lamp in his room to see a little into the dark. Lying back he let the lamps dim glow give him the ability to lay back and admire his décor around his room, mainly his posters of various things… creepy maybe but he saw solace in their images. The image of a dead crow rotting in its own nest over its shattered eggs the picture of Black Sabbath with a bloody background and a burned guy with a clawed glove wearing a Christmas sweater and a fedora… wait a minute.

John didn't remember buying that before, standing up he walked over to the poster running over the posters face. Somehow he was drawn to the face his fingers felt around those lips closing his eyes he let his fantasy work around his mind. As the picture smiled with its eyes opening wide the poster made its arms stretch out as the claws quietly stretched out preparing to cut the John to pieces. The face started to emerge next hoping to catch John by surprise who thought it was in his mind how the poster was taking on human feeling. Shivering then because there was cold of being so lonely which made him compelled to seek warmth in placing his lips against the posters, seeking some kind of warmth, placing his tongue in a sour mouth he messaged the other in his lip hold. Then sucking intensively on the others mouth he wrapped his arms around the poster's figure feeling the surprisingly comfy sweater warm his exposed skin. Still in his underwear he felt an erection grow in his underwear, taking a firm hold around the figure still in how own world he half dragged the other to the bed letting the figure lie on top of him. Finishing his kiss he finally release his lip lock holding the other close to him John opened his eyes. Looking upwards he saw the poster had come to life and was looking with a face which John thought was a mix of shock and disgust. However the disgust seemed faked, John being a rational person thought this was still part of the dream so he decided to play along a bit just to amuse his sleeping hours.

"What's wrong? Didn't like my kiss" said John taking his leg and rubbing the others groin area, which made the other one start but calmed to let the leg continue. John could see in the other's eyes that he enjoyed it but after a quick realization the figure stood up giving a mean snarl. "You like being a fag do you huh"? John feeling kinky and liking the mix of horror and queer in his fantasy's said lustfully "you know it, so how's about you get over here and scare my 'undies' off of me"? The figure widened his eyes in surprise John knew he hit the right nerve because there was some consideration in the other's eyes. Rubbing his own upper thighs John moaned, "I like guys who are a bit on the… supernatural side, who'd be serial killers, monsters, demons… or guys like you" John said licking his lips and standing up and walking over to the figure. Placing his fingers on the others burned skin he felt the bits of dried puss and the smell of scorched flesh which oddly enough strained his underwear. Clamping his legs around the others somewhat weakening legs he rested his head on the other's shoulders and started kissing the others neck.

The other one never experienced a victim like this before, always open to such… 'delights' in life there was little harm and indulging now, after all he plays both sides of the line. So no wanting to cut up this one he flung his glove aside and lifted the others legs in a firm grip. Then with the other hand he placed his fingers in John mouth he engulfed the fingers in his mouth sucking on their iron like taste. Tasting the bits of flesh that have burned over and guessing from how he was working his tongue he might of let some bodily fluids leak from some scaring, but he didn't care. He savored the taste since it really didn't taste bad it was like liquefied almonds. The figure titling his head back to let his hat fall from his head looked the other in his blissful eyes, "boy I go myself a keeper here… he he he. I never had someone who'd take delight and sucking on my rotting parts before, I'd bet you suck on something else hhmm….he he he" said the figure with desire in his eyes. John at this point who liked this situation decided he wanted to suck some cock so he said casually "you mean you cock, sure just strip down and we'll hit the bed".

That caused the other to drop John's legs and retract the others fingers from his mouth, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YOU MESSING WITH ME KID"? The words the figure said hurt John and it shown in his eyes. "Please…" John began don't misunderstand me, "I honestly find you attractive. I am honestly into anyone who is a man". The other not trusting the others words completely walked closer till his mouth was mere inches away from the other, "why"? said the grotesque mouth.

John looking a bit embarrassed decided it was best to be honest and since this was a dream he might as well admit to something he never told another living soul. ".. I" John said trying to get the words out "I have a curtain… feeling for all men, I don't know why but I… find something in each one that makes them someone I want to be with, I admit others I desire more than some but… I love. That is I love all men, I see something about them that makes them desirable even in my dad I see his strong arms, and even when he touches me… I am happy because I know those strong arms are holding me down. Then with someone like you… I desire those eyes, they may be foreboding at first but they, seek me out they call to me and your glove although lethal I see an artistic flare in them. This sweater you wear lets me know you're festive and I can have nice holidays with you by a warm fir.. oh sorry but I would like it if we were to get that far, because no matter what my instincts say or you, or my life I… have something in me. It's strong than those things and it tells me… it tells me 'this one is meant for you don't let him go' and I beg you now. I want a chance to be with you I don't care what it means my life is worth nothing so… please let me love you". Then John broke down crying there shivering trying not to lose face in front of this dream hopefully boyfriend who he just confessed with no real logic behind it, however despite the obscurity of the others motives the figure held him. John stopped crying as he was gently lifted and carried over to the bed and placed gently down by the figure. Looking up in the other's eyes bewildered John saw a sort of wanting in the other's eyes that said 'it's alright I want someone to love also'. Then after the figure spread open John's legs he pulled off his own pants and half burn boxers to reveal a slimly green tinged fleshy cock, which clearly haven't been spared from the fire. John looking at it in amazement imagined being entered by it which made his cock jump with excitement. Something about this nightmarish figure made him in glow the figure saw the other getting wet around the cockhead, and ever since the furnace he haven't sucked on a cum coated cock. So bending over John and kicking away his pants he raised his hand away and there were his bladed gloves, John like how the blades shimmered. As the bladed hand lowered itself to John's waste he felt his underwear being cut from both sides of his hips then in one smooth slip were thrown across the room. Then licking his lips the figure brought his mouth down with his tongue sticking out he with his green muscle lapped at the cock head. That earned a moan from John, then huffing as his cock vanished inside the other's mouth and he didn't know what happened to it but it made him feel so good.

Thrusting his hips forward he felt cum just being sucked from his balls, he felt a hose like muscle go down into his pee hole and slither down into his balls and suck the cum out. All the while it felt like billions of little hands were messaging and gratifying his cock "ah ah ah ah, oohhh oohhh ah ah ah you are fantastic aaaaaaaa… … … nnnnnnn" John cried as his legs now raised up as he tried to keep his voice from crying out as they jerked in place. Then all at once he felt a flood escape his cock in a flood of white fluid he laid back as the figure sucked all the come down licking the remaining fluids from his lips and then looking down to see a little pinkish cum come out of his own head.

Looking down at John's entry he saw it was a bit tight and not used often enough so since he already used his mouth once… sliding his fingers in first he probed around finding some sweet spots. John regaining some of his mind raised his head and asked panting "I… don't know you name…" the figure just smiled licking his lips and said "its Freddy and I hope you'll scream that name out when I fucking tap that ass of yours". John loved the crudeness in the others voice licked his own lips and said sounding like he was in heat "well Freddy, I'm John and… I would like to be your boyfriend". That made Freddy's eyes widened as he rose his head from the task at hand then slowly he gave a wicked smile, "are you sure? 'Cuz' once your mine… -your mine-". John read the warning in his words and he said not hesitating having known the answer all along "Freddy my life is garbage my school hated me, I have no money, no friends, my parents beat me and I am going nowhere so please let me at least have you". The words were so honest and filled with want that Freddy with a serious face leaned forward right to John's forehead and planted a kiss. Then in one quick movement he placed his mouth to Johns as and penetrated him with his tongue. John felt his muscle down there stretch wide, it felt like millions of other tongues were growing and branching off from one another as he felt his entire insides being explored. He felt the tongues split up into tiny trillions and find their way into every organ, every vein, and every cell and tease him to the makings of his creation making him orgasm like he never before. In a wild jerk of him hips he felt the mother of all cum's coming but Freddy taking his finger pushed it into his pee hole and plugged his cum. Making his cum build up in his cock increasing its size. Pain mixed with a bone shaking desire made John try and push the cum out but Freddy's finger held firmly in place not letting one drop of cum out. Looking at his arousal John saw his cock turn dark purple having all the blood built up but not being able to go anywhere. However John felt clear head somehow and the cock didn't really hurt but made him feel EXTREMELY anxious. Saying in little stops "pl..…le..let m-m-me CUM"! Freddy just chucked wickedly understanding the others wants said plainly lifting his hand from Johns cock but leaving his finger in place (by means of removing his finger) stood over John. Then arranging John so his ass tilted a little upwards Freddy knelt on the bed and lined his own cock with Johns now swollen ass, then in a painful but very stimulating jab he fitted his sliming cock in John's ass. Such a tight fit, but made his bowels vibrate with joy he allowed his ass to shallow Freddy's cock inch by inch till it couldn't go anymore inside. Unable to utter anything besides "aahhh… ooooh…. Aaaaa…. FUCK... FREDDY!" John allowed himself to being brutally ass fucked by that hardened half melted cock. After pounding so hard John in real life would have had his hip bone shattered received his reward, Freddy feeling his own orgasm hit gave his finger wriggle out of John's pee hole to allow a tidal wave of cum flood the room floor. As after both hitting orgasm Freddy landed limp like on top of John who tired and half asleep held onto Freddy with his what might he could spare.

Then before everything went silent and dark he heard Freddy say "remember -'your mine'-.

THE END….OR IS IT?

No it isn't it continues.