Tecpatl
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He looked to be 19 or 20 but he knew what he was doing as he led me up a path away from the parking lot by the park's ball field to a small clearing in the trees. He said we should be alone there. His t shirt was off in one move and tucked into his belt. He was smooth and slim but with definition to pecs and arms. He crouched down and opened my jeans, taking my cock into his mouth. He definitely knew what he was doing. But I had other ideas. I put my hands around his shoulders and drew him to his feet. I kissed him long. His mouth tasted of cigarettes. I undid his jeans and slipped them down around his slim hips. No underwear. His cock was hardening fast. He smiled as I took a condom out of my pocket and slipped it over my stiff cock. He turned to lean up against the trunk of a massive old oak tree. I pulled down my jeans and slipped my shirt over my head, leaning my chest against his smooth back as I spread his cheeks and teased his butt hole with my fingers. He flipped his long hair to one side and turned his head over one shoulder to kiss me again. I slipped my cock into his ass. He gave a little grunt. He was tight, but let me slide in all the way. He had obviously done this before too. I slid my arms around his chest and began to pump, running my fingers over his tightening nipples. He gave a low moan and started to buck his hips in time to my thrusts. I let him lose himself in the sensations. I slipped an arm around his neck and pulled his head back and kissed him. Then I tightened. His eyes went wide as he struggled for breath. I eased up. His chest heaved. "Hey, man, I don't do that shit!" I just smiled and tightened my arm again, leaning against the trunk of the tree. His face and chest were mashed against the rough bark as he tried to twist and get away. This was what I wanted. Not the regular rhythm of a good fuck, but the random moves of a body thrashing and struggling for life. I savored every move of the muscles of his back against my skin as he writhed and twisted between my body and the tree. As his arms tried desperately to reach behind him and push me away. As I felt his ass bucking wildly against my crotch as his legs kicked. But I stayed inside him, my cock hard and throbbing. He weakened over a couple of minutes, his tongue slightly out of his mouth and his eyes wide. His mind slipped out of consciousness, but his body continued to fight. His muscles continuing to twitch and ripple. I held him there, giving him the time he needed to finish dying. At the end, a spasm went through his whole body, and his ass clenched hard around my cock. I exploded inside him. My body shuddering against his. But still I held on. When the body finally relaxed and was still, I lowered it to the ground under the tree. A line of cum on the bark glistened in the moonlight. I guessed he got off sometime during the struggle. It laid it on its back over a root, the chest arched, still and cooling in the dappled moonlight. The skin looked pale and silvery blue. I figured somebody would find it soon, maybe another couple looking for a quick one in the woods. But that park in that town was just a stop along the highway. I wasn't even sure where I was headed yet. I drove on under a bright moon.
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