A Walk in the Park

A teenage boy gets dumped and finds a kind of relief in
the arms of a stranger. (Mm, ped, nc, rp, v, sn)

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Robert was waiting in the shadows. He had his back
against a tree and was stroking his cock slowly through
his trousers, feeling the long, hard bulge of it. He
was waiting for someone. A few people had passed him
already, walking through the park on their way home
from work, their heads down against the dark. None of
them had seen him.

Now, he moaned deep in his throat, then took his hand
away. He didnt want to get too excited too soon. He
eased the knife out of his belt, watching the blade
shine in the low light. Only a few minutes later, he
heard footsteps and pushed himself further back against
the tree, holding his breath.

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 couldn't have been more
than seventeen. Robert had been trailing him for weeks,
never showing himself. Now, though, it didnt matter if
he saw Roberts face.

Robert stepped out of the shadows, moving silently, the
knife held low by his side. He stopped right behind the
young man and, suddenly, grabbed his throat. The young
man struggled, trying to scream, but Robert clamped his
hand over his mouth and dragged him to the grass.

The young mans struggles were arousing him to an
incredible degree. Robert grabbed the young mans neck
and shoved his head down into the grass. He forced the
knife under the waistband of the young mans trousers
and pulled. In a couple of seconds, he was half-naked.

Robert shoved him over onto his back and straddled him,
the knife flashing as he cut away the buttons of the
young mans shirt. At this point, the kid obviously
decided that it would be a good idea to co-operate.
Robert didnt dissuade him. He forced some of his shirt
into his mouth and strapped it in. He didnt want the
kids screams alerting anyone.

His now naked victim pinned under him, Robert leant
back and smiled. He kept the knife at the youths
throat and used his left hand to tug his own trousers
open, letting his painfully hard cock straighten. He
was gratified as he saw the youths eyes widen.

Were all animals inside, Robert breathed, stroking
his cock. Pre-cum shone over the flared head and the
veins bulged around the base. His cock twitched and
swelled even more at the attention as Robert ran his
fingers over the slippery head.

He slowly got to his feet. The kid didnt move. Either
he was in shock or he didnt think hed get very far.
Robert 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 knees by the boys side, the knife still in
his hand, and stroked over his captives trembling
belly. The skin was cool and very soft.

Robert forced himself to take it slow as he moved his
hand down, past the kids navel. He knew that there was
always the possibility of being discovered by a passer-
by, but it was getting late and Robert knew from
experience that the park was usually quiet at this time
of night. Besides, he had enough confidence in his own
speed and strength to take his time.

He squeezed the young mans tight balls and fondled the
soft length of his cock, feeling the muscle harden
under his fingers.

I know who you are, he breathed. I know that shes
with another guy. I can'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.

Robert smiled. I know what you were planning. I know
youve been coming down here a lot, casing the joint.
But I know its quiet 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 dont want that.
You shouldn't kill yourself. Theres so much to live
for. I know you think that no-ones ever going to love
you again, but they will.

He bent and gently kissed the head of the young mans
cock. All the time hed been talking, hed been
stroking it, so now it was a full six inches long,
fully hard. Robert took the head in his mouth 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 and spread his legs. He kept the knife where
he could see it. Robert was well-muscled and a lot
heavier than the teenager; he would be a fool to try
anything.

Robert kissed the small of the kids back, enjoying the
smell of the crushed grass mingled with his victims
sweat. He moved down and licked along the base of the
young mans thighs. He spread his legs a little more
and bent his back to let Roberts tongue slide in to
gently stroke his ass. As soon as he was wet enough,
Robert sat over his legs and leant forwards so that the
head of his cock was pressed to the kids tight
opening.

You havent had sex before, have you, not really?

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

Itll be easier if you relax, he murmured into the
kids ear, forcing the head of his cock into the kids
bowels. The young man thrashed around and tried to
scream, but Robert held him down with a hand between
his shoulder blades.

Robert paused to take a deep 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. Robert gave his cock a quick
squeeze then lined up behind him again, his hands on
the young mans hips, pulling him back onto his cock.

The kids muscles tightened instinctively and Robert
groaned as he managed to force almost a third of his
length into the boys body. He was very dry, very hot,
and very tight. There was no way hed ever had sex.
Robert lowered his head over the kids shuddering back
and kissed him gently.

Just relax, he whispered again.

Eventually, the muscles clamped around his cock began
to relax and Robert was able to push until his balls
were right up against his young lovers. He still had
the knife in his right hand.

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

Moving with his rhythm, Robert moved his right hand up
under the boys now soft cock, pressing the tip of the
knife to his belly. The kid tried, desperate now, to
pull away, but Roberts other hand was on his shoulder,
holding him down.

Robert suddenly jerked the blade up and along, slicing
open the kids stomach. With a muffled scream, the kid
collapsed, Robert still on top of him. The young boy
writhed around under him, but Robert threw the knife
away and held him down as he neared his climax. His
thrusts meant that the kids cock was sliding around in
his own blood and guts.

Robert sank his teeth into the kids neck as he
shuddered, still trying to scream. He was dying. Robert
hoped that he could still feel his teeth, still hear
his ragged breathing as he got closer to coming.

The kid bucked up against him. Robert shoved his cock
deep into his bowels and held it there as the kids
muscles jerked around him, squeezing his cock, milking
him. Robert could have sworn then, as they lay locked
together, the kids shudders were a dying orgasm, but
his own balls were contracting. He groaned around the
blood that filled his mouth as he emptied himself,
shooting deep inside the dying kids bowels.

At last, the boys convulsions stopped and Robert 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 best to wipe himself
off. He pulled his clothes back on, then flipped the
body over. The kids sightless eyes stared straight up,
faintly accusing. Robert smiled and grabbed him under
the arms.

It was only a few metres to the side of the river, and
the boy was so light that Robert dragged him easily. He
dumped the body, then threw the kids clothes in after
him. He didnt bother to clean up the bank, the blood-
stained grass, or the clear mark where the body had
been dragged.

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

Wasnt that worth the wait? he asked the river.

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

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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