a quick hunt

[Tecpatl]

He figured a Wednesday night in a park like this would be quiet. That was fine. He wanted the privacy. But not if there was nothing to hunt. He sat in his car, parked in a gravel lot, smoking a cigarette. He'd only seen three cars drive through in the two hours he'd been here. It was nearly midnight. Maybe time to move on. That was when a small pickup drove by and slowed and turned in.

It pulled up beside him. The window rolled down. Nice. Young. Shaggy dark hair. Perfect prey.

"What you up to?"
"Just got off work. Seein' if anybody's out."*
Fast food outlet t shirt. Slight smell of fries.
"I'm the only one so far."
"That's ok by me."
Both arms folded on the window opening. Chin on arms. Moonlight in brown eyes.
"You're not from here."
"No. On my way west. This is just a rest stop."
A chuckle.
"You . . uh . . *rested yet?"
"Not really. I was going for a walk. Wanna come?"
"Definitely."

He found out the kid was off until early the next week and had no plans. That he liked to hook up with anonymous guys and wasn't into relationships yet. That he lived alone in a cheap furnished studio. It just kept getting better.

He led the kid deep into underbrush off any trail until he found a large old tree. He forced the kid's back up against it and kissed him hard and rough. The kid's eyes lit up and he kissed back. He pulled the front of the t shirt up and over the kid's head to expose his chest. Nice definition. A little hair. He nipped the chest roughly with his teeth as he moved down to the jeans. The kid was leaning back against the tree now, breathing fast and heavy. He jerked the jeans down past the butt and spun the kid around to face the tree. He opened his own jeans and put on a condom. He grabbed the kid's hair and made him spit in his right hand so he could lube up his throbbing dick. He thrust in hard and quick. There was a gasp and a little cry. He pounded the kid's butt, thrusting deep and fast. The moans he heard were pain. The sound made him close to cumming. *

He pulled out and spun the kid around, back hard to the tree. He grabbed the kid's dick, not thick but long and very hard. He jerked it fast and faster. Now the moans were pleasure. The hips were bucking. The kid wanted it, and when he came it spurted a fountain up his chest and belly. He looked deep into the kid's eyes as he put his fingers into his mouth and felt the kid's tongue lick his own cum. He stroked the cheek gently with the back of his fingers for a moment, but then it was time.

He slapped his left hand to cover the kid's mouth and hold him tight against the rough bark of the tree. His right hand pulled a long thin blade from the top of his boot. There were questions and fear now in the kid's eyes, but not for long. He jammed the blade deep under the chin, feeling it tear through tongue and soft palate and into the brain. The kid's eyes went wide as he twisted the knife and then pulled it out. He watched as the light in the eyes quickly went dim, then he let the body slump.

He pulled the body by the ankles to lie under the tree in a spread eagle position. He used the knife to cut a pentagram into the chest. Then he sawed off the dick and balls and stuck them on a long stick that he had thrust into the ground so that they could drip blood on the center of the still chest. He stood over his kill stroking his own dick, slowly building up to a massive cum in the condom.*Two rules to the hunt: Never use the same pattern twice and never cum on a corpse. Now the police would spend valuable time trying to figure out something that meant absolutely nothing.

When he left the park there was no sign that there had been anyone else around. Just the one perfect kid. It made up for other places and not so perfect prey. By dawn he was having breakfast at a truck stop far down the interstate. The flies were just discovering the blood and the cuts in a rapidly cooling body.

 

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Hot story, Tecpatl! Thanks!!