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A Walk in the Park
by Francis (address withheld)

***

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

***

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 didn’t 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 didn’t matter if 
he saw Robert’s 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 man’s struggles were arousing him to an 
incredible degree. Robert grabbed the young man’s neck 
and shoved his head down into the grass. He forced the 
knife under the waistband of the young man’s 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 man’s shirt. At this point, the kid obviously 
decided that it would be a good idea to co-operate. 
Robert 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, Robert leant 
back and smiled. He kept the knife at the youth’s 
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 youth’s eyes widen.

‘We’re 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 didn’t move. Either 
he was in shock or he didn’t think he’d 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 boy’s side, the knife still in 
his hand, and stroked over his captive’s trembling 
belly. The skin was cool and very soft. 

Robert 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-
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 man’s 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 she’s 
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 
you’ve been coming down here a lot, casing the joint. 
But I know it’s 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 don’t want that. 
You shouldn't kill yourself. There’s so much 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 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 kid’s back, enjoying the 
smell of the crushed grass mingled with his victim’s 
sweat. He moved down and licked along the base of the 
young man’s thighs. He spread his legs a little more 
and bent his back to let Robert’s 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 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 plea. Robert 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 
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 man’s hips, pulling him back onto his cock.

The kid’s muscles tightened instinctively and Robert 
groaned as he managed to force 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. 
Robert lowered his head over the kid’s 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 he’d 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 boy’s now soft cock, pressing the tip of the 
knife to his belly. The kid tried, desperate now, to 
pull away, but Robert’s other hand was on his shoulder, 
holding him down.

Robert suddenly jerked the blade up and along, slicing 
open the kid’s 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 kid’s cock was sliding around in 
his own blood and guts.

Robert sank his teeth into the kid’s 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 kid’s 
muscles jerked around him, squeezing his cock, milking 
him. Robert could have 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 
blood that filled his mouth as he emptied himself, 
shooting deep inside the dying kid’s bowels.

At last, the boy’s 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 kid’s 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 kid’s clothes in after 
him. He didn’t 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. 

‘Wasn’t 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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