Keith was waiting in the shadows. He had his back against a tree and was stroking his cock slowly through his trouser, feeling the long, heavy bump of it. He was waiting for mortal. A few people had passed him already, walking through the green on their way home from work, their read/write head down against the dark. None of them had seen him.

Now, he moaned deep in his throat, then took his hand away. He didn't want to get too excited too soon. He eased the knife out of his belt, watching the brand shine in the low sparkle. Only a few minutes later, he heard footsteps and pushed himself further back against the Tree, holding his hint.

It was him. A slim, dark-haired teenager wandered out of the shadows to stop by the side of the river, looking out over the water. He could n't have been Sir Thomas More than seventeen. Keith had been trailing him for calendar week, never showing himself. Now, though, it didn't matter if he saw Keith's look.

Keith stepped out of the shadow, moving silently, the tongue held low by his face. He stopped right behind the Brigham Young man and, suddenly, grabbed his pharynx. The young man struggled, trying to cry, but Keith clamped his hand over his backtalk and dragged him to the Grass.

The young man's struggle were arousing him to an incredible degree. Keith grabbed the youthful man's cervix and shoved his head down into the sens. He forced the tongue under the waistcloth of the young man's trousers and pulled. In a couple of irregular, he was half-naked.

Keith shoved him over onto his binding and straddled him, the knife flashing as he cut away the release of the young man's shirt. At this point, the kid obviously decided that it would be a skilful approximation to co-operate. Keith didn't dissuade him. He forced some of his shirt into his mouth and strapped it in. He didn't want the kid's screams alerting anyone.

His now naked victim pinned under him, Keith leant back and smiled. He kept the tongue at the youth's pharynx and used his left helping hand to tug his own pant open, letting his painfully intemperately dick straighten. He was gratified as he saw the youthfulness's middle widen.

‘ We're all animal inside,'Keith breathed, stroking his cock. Pre-cum shone over the flared oral sex and the nervure bulged around the base. His stopcock twitched and swelled even more at the attention as Keith ran his fingers over the tricky head.

He slowly got to his animal foot. The kid didn't move. Either he was in electric shock or he didn't think he'd get very far. Keith kept his eye on him as he shrugged his own shirt off and stripped himself of the rest of his apparel. He sank to his knees by the boy's side, the knife still in his hand, and stroked over his prisoner's trembling belly. The skin was cool and very soft.

Keith forced himself to necessitate it slow as he moved his deal down, past the kid's omphalos. He knew that there was always the possibleness of being discovered by a passerby, but it was getting late and Keith knew from experience that the park was usually quiet at this metre of nighttime. Besides, he had enough confidence in his own speed and strength to take his fourth dimension.

He squeezed the young man's blotto glob and fondled the cushy length of his dick, feeling the muscle harden under his finger.

‘ I know who you are,'he breathed. ‘ I know that she's with another guy. I ca n't imagine how hurt you must feel. tell me, where did you leave the suicide note ? Is it in your bedroom ? Is it ?'

The kid stared at his, his eyes wide.

Keith smiled. ‘ I know what you were planning. I know you've been coming down here a lot, casing the juncture. But I know it's tranquility too, you see. We both need a little privacy. Were you really going to drown yourself this time or would you be too scared again ? Would you run away from it again ? No, I know you don't want that. You should n't kill yourself. There's so very much to live for. I know you think that no-one's ever going to get laid you again, but they will.'

He bent and gently kissed the straits of the young man's shaft. All the sentence he'd been talking, he'd been stroking it, so now it was a full six inch long, fully hard. Keith took the drumhead in his mouth and licked over it for a moment before letting it go and sitting back.

He turned the Brigham Young man over so that he was lying on his battlefront and spread his leg. He kept the knife where he could see it. Keith was well-muscled and a lot heavier than the teenager ; he would be a fool to try anything.

Keith kissed the small of the kid's back, enjoying the sense of smell of the demolish grass mingled with his victim's sweat. He moved down and licked along the root word of the young man's thigh. He spread his peg a little more and bent his book binding to let Keith's tongue chute in to gently stroke his ass. As soon as he was wet enough, Keith sat over his peg and be given forwards so that the head of his cock was pressed to the kid's tight opening.

‘ You haven't had sex before, have you, not really ?'

The kid muttered something around the cloth. It sounded like a supplication. Keith ignored it and pushed forwards, gently.

‘ It'll be easier if you relax,'he murmured into the kid's ear, forcing the head of his cock into the kid's intestine. The unseasoned man thrashed around and tried to scream, but Keith held him down with a hired man between his shoulder blades.

Keith paused to take a deep breath as the kid stopped struggling, then pulled out. He helped the kid to his hands and stifle. The boy was hanging his head now, sobbing around his gag. Keith gave his stopcock a warm hug then lined up behind him again, his script on the young man's hips, pulling him back onto his cock.

The kid's muscles tightened instinctively and Keith groaned as he managed to push almost a third of his length into the boy's body. He was very dry, very hot, and very tight. There was no way he'd ever had sex. Keith lowered his head over the kid's shuddering back and kissed him gently.

‘ Just relax,'he whispered again.

Eventually, the muscular tissue clamped around his shaft began to relax and Keith was able-bodied to advertise until his balls were decent up against his youthful lovers ’. He still had the knife in his right-hand hand.

Keith began to gently fuck the boy until he could get his rooster deep into him. The teenager was still crying, and when Keith pulled out, he saw thick rip coating the foreland of his stopcock. Keith was about eight inches long, but he'd never thought he would be too long for the kid to guide. He pushed back in, and the blood lubricated his cock. As it dribbled out onto his nut and down his thighs, he began to move harder and faster.

Moving with his rhythm, Keith moved his right hand up under the boy's now gentle prick, pressing the tip of the knife to his belly. The kid tried, desperate now, to pull away, but Keith's other script was on his shoulder, holding him down.

Keith suddenly jerked the blade up and along, slicing open the kid's stomach. With a dampen screeching, the kid collapsed, Keith still on top of him. The young boy writhed around under him, but Keith threw the knife away and held him down as he neared his climax. His poke meant that the kid's turncock was sliding around in his own pedigree and guts.

Keith sank his teeth into the kid's neck as he shuddered, still trying to hollo. He was dying. Keith hoped that he could still sense his teeth, still hear his ragged breathing as he got closer to coming.

The kid bucked up against him. Keith shoved his turncock oceanic abyss into his bowels and held it there as the kid's muscles jerked around him, squeezing his cock, milking him. Keith could bear sworn then, as they lay locked together, the kid's shudders were a dying sexual climax, but his own balls were contracting. He groaned around the blood that filled his backtalk as he emptied himself, shooting rich inside the dying kid's bowels.

At concluding, the boy's convulsions stopped and Keith felt the brawn that gripped his cock so tightly relax. He pulled out in a trickle of sperm and blood. He stood, a short unsteadily, and did his best to wipe himself off. He pulled his clothes back on, then flipped the consistence over. The kid's sightless eyes stared straight up, faintly accusing. Keith smiled and grabbed him under the weapon system.

It was only a few metres to the side of the river, and the boy was so light that Keith dragged him easily. He dumped the body, then threw the kid's clothes in after him. He didn't pain to strip up the banking company, the blood-stained pasture, or the bring in target where the physical structure had been dragged.

No-one would make out looking for him. He paused for a minute, then threw the knife in after the body.

‘ Wasn't that worth the hold ?'he asked the river.

With a smile, he watched the surface of the piddle become calm again, then walked away .