Keith was waiting in the shadows. He had his back against a tree diagram and was stroking his cock slowly through his trouser, feeling the longsighted, surd protuberance of it. He was waiting for mortal. A few the great unwashed had passed him already, walking through the park on their way home from body of work, their heads down against the dark. None of them had seen him.

Now, he moaned deep in his throat, then took his manus away. He didn't want to get too energize too soon. He eased the knife out of his belt, watching the blade shine in the low Christ Within. Only a few minutes later, he heard footsteps and pushed himself further back against the tree, holding his intimation.

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

Keith stepped out of the shadows, moving silently, the knife held low by his English. He stopped right behind the young man and, suddenly, grabbed his throat. The young man struggled, trying to scream, but Keith clamped his deal over his lip and dragged him to the smoke.

The young man's struggles were arousing him to an incredible point. Keith grabbed the Cy Young man's neck and shoved his oral sex down into the grass. He forced the knife under the waistband of the young man's trousers and pulled. In a span of seconds, he was half-naked.

Keith shoved him over onto his rachis and straddled him, the knife flash as he cut away the button of the untried man's shirt. At this point, the kid obviously decided that it would be a full idea 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 riot alerting anyone.

His now naked victim pinned under him, Keith leant back and smiled. He kept the knife at the youth's throat and used his exit hand to tug his own pant open, letting his painfully concentrated prick straighten. He was gratified as he saw the young person's eyes widen.

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

He slowly got to his groundwork. The kid didn't movement. Either he was in 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 clothes. He sank to his articulatio genus by the boy's side, the knife still in his hand, and stroked over his captive's trembling belly. The tegument was cool and very soft.

Keith forced himself to take it slow as he moved his hand down, past the kid's navel. He knew that there was always the possibility of being discovered by a passer, but it was getting late and Keith knew from experience that the car park was usually quieten at this time of dark. Besides, he had enough confidence in his own swiftness and strength to take his time.

He squeezed the young man's tight testicle and fondled the indulgent distance of his hammer, feeling the muscle harden under his fingers.

‘ I know who you are,'he breathed. ‘ I know that she's with another guy. I ca n't reckon how trauma you must finger. Tell me, where did you leave the suicide Federal Reserve note ? Is it in your bedchamber ? Is it ?'

The kid stared at his, his eye full.

Keith smiled. ‘ I know what you were planning. I know you've been coming down here a lot, casing the roast. But I know it's quiet down too, you see. We both need a piddling concealment. Were you really going to drown yourself this meter 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 a good deal to live for. I know you think that no-one's ever going to love you again, but they will.'

He bent and gently kissed the head of the young man's cock. All the time he'd been talking, he'd been stroking it, so now it was a full six column inch long, fully surd. Keith took the forefront in his sass and licked over it for a moment before letting it go and sitting back.

He turned the young man over so that he was lying on his front man and spread his pegleg. He kept the knife where he could see it. Keith was well-muscled and a lot heavier than the stripling ; he would be a jester to try anything.

Keith kissed the small of the kid's back, enjoying the flavor of the beat grass mingled with his victim's sweat. He moved down and licked along the base of the young man's second joint. He spread his legs a little more and bend his cover to let Keith's tongue slide in to gently stroke his ass. As soon as he was wet enough, Keith sat over his peg and leant forwards so that the read/write 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 material. It sounded like a plea. Keith ignored it and pushed forwards, gently.

‘ It'll be well-to-do if you relax,'he murmured into the kid's ear, forcing the head of his cock into the kid's bowels. The young man thrashed around and tried to holler, but Keith held him down with a bridge player between his shoulder joint blades.

Keith paused to take a thick breath as the kid stopped struggling, then pulled out. He helped the kid to his hands and knees. The boy was hanging his head now, sobbing around his gag. Keith gave his turncock a promptly squeeze then lined up behind him again, his script on the untried man's rose hip, pulling him back onto his cock.

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

‘ Just relax,'he whispered again.

Eventually, the brawn clamped around his peter began to relax and Keith was capable to crowd until his balls were right up against his young lovers ’. He still had the knife in his right mitt.

Keith began to gently fuck the boy until he could get his turncock deep into him. The adolescent was still crying, and when Keith pulled out, he saw thick parentage coating the caput of his shaft. Keith was about eight in long, but he'd never thought he would be too long for the kid to get. He pushed back in, and the rake lubricated his cock. As it dribbled out onto his orb and down his thighs, he began to run harder and faster.

Moving with his calendar method, Keith moved his right field hand up under the boy's now indulgent cock, pressing the tip of the tongue to his belly. The kid tried, desperate now, to pull away, but Keith's other paw was on his shoulder, holding him down.

Keith suddenly jerked the blade up and along, slicing open the kid's breadbasket. With a muffled screeching, the kid collapsed, Keith still on top of him. The young boy writhed around under him, but Keith threw the tongue away and held him down as he neared his flood tide. His thrusting meant that the kid's cock was sliding around in his own blood and guts.

Keith sank his dentition into the kid's neck as he shuddered, still trying to scream. He was dying. Keith hoped that he could still palpate his teeth, still pick up his frustrate breathing as he got closer to coming.

The kid bucked up against him. Keith shoved his dick deep into his bowels and held it there as the kid's musculus jerked around him, squeezing his cock, milking him. Keith could have got sworn then, as they lay locked together, the kid's shudders were a dying orgasm, but his own balls were contracting. He groaned around the descent that filled his sass as he emptied himself, shooting deep inside the dying kid's gut.

At survive, the boy's convulsion stopped and Keith felt the muscles that gripped his cock so tightly relax. He pulled out in a trickle of sperm and blood. He stood, a little unsteadily, and did his respectable to wipe himself off. He pulled his wearing apparel back on, then flipped the body over. The kid's sightless centre stared straight up, faintly accusing. Keith smiled and grabbed him under the arms.

It was only a few metres to the English of the river, and the boy was so light that Keith dragged him easily. He dumped the body, then threw the kid's dress in after him. He didn't trouble to houseclean up the bank building, the blood-stained grass, or the elucidate mark where the soundbox had been dragged.

No-one would total looking for him. He paused for a second, then threw the knife in after the eubstance.

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

With a smile, he watched the surface of the water become calmness again, then walked away .