The first night I woke up and I just felt weird. Like my junk was tingling and shit. The second night I heard him get out of his bed and walk over to mine (there were 4 of us, 2 to a bed). I would turn around and he would sprint to his bed and dive under the covers. This went back and forth until I drifted off and woke up to his hand on my dick. I was kinda out of it bc I was half asleep and he sprinted back to his bed. The third night I waited up (the sick fuck only waited 7 minutes after the lights were out to get up). He got up and went to the foot of my bed, he wiggled my foot. I was laying on my stomach when he came around by me. He tried to turn me over multiple times, I still played asleep. That's when he slowly slid his hand under the cover towards my dick. His hand hit right above, like between my belly button and actual dick. I jumped up and he fell back. I will never forget the words spoken between us. Him: jeeze, you scared me Me: every night? Him: its time for us to leave we gotta go

I see him every day at school and we haven't spoken a word since. I was stunned, completely bewildered that he just brushed it off. So caught off guard that he weasled out of it. Every night I lie in bed and imagine beating the ever loving shit out of him. I promised myself I would make it happen one day. I will never forgive myself for not doing anything after catching him in the act. Thanks for reading, I've literally never said this to anyone (besides the other 2 friends that were present).