It was Monday night when a heavy storm started to pour out its wrath here with frightening thunders and lightnings. Everybody in the town were asleep, few are at home and the others are still on their vacation. The rain got heavier that it caused a wide brown-out throughout the street. Me, being totally freaked out, I group messaged everyone in my contacts (not including my family) to please drive by in my house and spend their night here. Phone signal's weak, I don't even know if they did receive it.
Ten-minutes later, I was in the guest's room, all locked up, with my bag filled with enough equipments and snacks to keep me up until sunrise when suddenly, I heard three loud hammer like bangs in the hallway. Too afraid to ask who's there, I grabbed my zapper, slowly opened the door and another three loud bang jerked my heart and dropped my zapper, until I heard a voice saying; "Russel! Open up, about to catch cold here." Relieved, I went there quickly and welcomed him inside.
Well, it was Jason! I didn't expect him to come, I've only known him for half a year.
We talked and talked and talked for hours, about him trying to call and text me but not being able to. His comforting and soothing words persuaded me to keep calm. We entered the guest room and there we slept together. 2:01 am, the storm is still up above. A deep eardrum shattering thunder squawked from the reality into my dreams! I accidentally kicked Jason’s tummy and his face was full of ouch. I've almost pissed my pants, well I did, but just a little. Jason rubbed my back telling me; "It's alright dude, just a little thunder." I replied; “Sorry for that.” I told him that I will have to change clothes and take a shower but will be back soon, he wants to escort me to the cr and I said; "No worries Jay, I can take this one." but he insisted to do so, fine I allowed him. Walking there, I can feel his toasty warm arm on my shoulder, every air he inhaled, and my back lying on his chest that I could feel his strong heart beating. We reached the bath room, he remained beside the sink, steps away from the shower area. I took my clothes off and oh, I can smell his body’s scent on it, I must put it aside first.
While I was taking my bath, I saw Jason taking his polo shirt off through the semi-transparent shower curtain, I noticed that the shirt was pretty wet, maybe it was because of me air bending the water to the walls. I shouted; "Are you okay there?" "Yeah, just take your time." Wondering what he was doing, I peeked through and wow, I was dazzled by his half-naked body.
I pulled back myself, not believing on what I saw. My cock got so erected, my mind was filled with hornyness up to the point that I can't resist it anymore. Russel is no longer here, I have gone mad. I grabbed my magnum in the hidden cabinet under the soap stand, loaded it with two bullets and without any second thoughts I pushed the curtain aside and fired directly at his heart. So shocked he was, with his mouth open not believing that he got shot. What have I done! The gun slipped from my hands and it fell causing it to fire the second bullet, again to his heart. He fell into the tiles sitting with his blood continually dripping from the shot, desperately gasping for air, but not much any longer until he faded away and his head bowed down. “Jason! Jason! Oh no, it’s not my fault, it is not me!” Not having any idea on what to do, I carried his dead body into the bathtub, removed his remaining clothes and started to complete bath him. After that, I let the shower wash away the blood mess there. Watching the waters dripping from his twitching muscles down to his clean shaved cock, semen just squirted out from me without any touch to my dick directly to his mouth that is still open. Too many things going in my brain. I think I’m getting insane. To relieve myself, I played with his body for about an hour until I noticed that it is getting stiff. I dried him up and put only his boxer, gave him his first and last suck of my hairy dick and bagged him. 5:17 am, the rainfall lightened, I asked Siri to where I can dump a dead body, drove there, and before I threw him down, I've touched and felt his now totally stiff body and open mouth. Sunrise has finally shone bright in my street and I drove back to my house. It's the end for him, but not for his masculine scent which is still present because of his clothes on the bed. Fin.
(Russel escaped from the asylum last 2008 and the authorities never got him back. With his records of multiple murders and homicides, he's totally mad.)
Ten-minutes later, I was in the guest's room, all locked up, with my bag filled with enough equipments and snacks to keep me up until sunrise when suddenly, I heard three loud hammer like bangs in the hallway. Too afraid to ask who's there, I grabbed my zapper, slowly opened the door and another three loud bang jerked my heart and dropped my zapper, until I heard a voice saying; "Russel! Open up, about to catch cold here." Relieved, I went there quickly and welcomed him inside.
Well, it was Jason! I didn't expect him to come, I've only known him for half a year.
We talked and talked and talked for hours, about him trying to call and text me but not being able to. His comforting and soothing words persuaded me to keep calm. We entered the guest room and there we slept together. 2:01 am, the storm is still up above. A deep eardrum shattering thunder squawked from the reality into my dreams! I accidentally kicked Jason’s tummy and his face was full of ouch. I've almost pissed my pants, well I did, but just a little. Jason rubbed my back telling me; "It's alright dude, just a little thunder." I replied; “Sorry for that.” I told him that I will have to change clothes and take a shower but will be back soon, he wants to escort me to the cr and I said; "No worries Jay, I can take this one." but he insisted to do so, fine I allowed him. Walking there, I can feel his toasty warm arm on my shoulder, every air he inhaled, and my back lying on his chest that I could feel his strong heart beating. We reached the bath room, he remained beside the sink, steps away from the shower area. I took my clothes off and oh, I can smell his body’s scent on it, I must put it aside first.
While I was taking my bath, I saw Jason taking his polo shirt off through the semi-transparent shower curtain, I noticed that the shirt was pretty wet, maybe it was because of me air bending the water to the walls. I shouted; "Are you okay there?" "Yeah, just take your time." Wondering what he was doing, I peeked through and wow, I was dazzled by his half-naked body.
I pulled back myself, not believing on what I saw. My cock got so erected, my mind was filled with hornyness up to the point that I can't resist it anymore. Russel is no longer here, I have gone mad. I grabbed my magnum in the hidden cabinet under the soap stand, loaded it with two bullets and without any second thoughts I pushed the curtain aside and fired directly at his heart. So shocked he was, with his mouth open not believing that he got shot. What have I done! The gun slipped from my hands and it fell causing it to fire the second bullet, again to his heart. He fell into the tiles sitting with his blood continually dripping from the shot, desperately gasping for air, but not much any longer until he faded away and his head bowed down. “Jason! Jason! Oh no, it’s not my fault, it is not me!” Not having any idea on what to do, I carried his dead body into the bathtub, removed his remaining clothes and started to complete bath him. After that, I let the shower wash away the blood mess there. Watching the waters dripping from his twitching muscles down to his clean shaved cock, semen just squirted out from me without any touch to my dick directly to his mouth that is still open. Too many things going in my brain. I think I’m getting insane. To relieve myself, I played with his body for about an hour until I noticed that it is getting stiff. I dried him up and put only his boxer, gave him his first and last suck of my hairy dick and bagged him. 5:17 am, the rainfall lightened, I asked Siri to where I can dump a dead body, drove there, and before I threw him down, I've touched and felt his now totally stiff body and open mouth. Sunrise has finally shone bright in my street and I drove back to my house. It's the end for him, but not for his masculine scent which is still present because of his clothes on the bed. Fin.
(Russel escaped from the asylum last 2008 and the authorities never got him back. With his records of multiple murders and homicides, he's totally mad.)
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