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Sweet kid, named Jeremy. A bit younger than I prefer but that’s OK from time to time. Especially if they’re experienced, and this one certainly was. I think he was a rent boy. Anyway, he came on to me, so I didn’t do anything unethical or wrong.
We had great uninhibited sex for four hours…nonstop. I had forgotten how much stamina and cum a kid that age has in him. Almost wore me out but I kept up with him. (Hell, I’m not THAT old!)
He finally ran down. The bed was soaked with our sweat. We panted heavily as I lay on top of him. I wrapped my legs around his, and with one hand held his wrists above his head. I was much heavier, so I wasn’t going to move. My other hand reached under the mattress and grasped the ice pick. We were looking into each other’s eyes, panting and smiling, when the pick punctured his throat. If you’ve never watched a face, just inches in front of you, change instantaneously from joyful pleasure to pain and horror, you’ve missed a great experience. As his eyes widened and he let out a high-pitched yelp, my softened dick blew a load of cum between our sweaty bellies.
Jeremy struggled mightily, but I was too big and too strong. The pick had penetrated his neck side to side, right through the trachea. Within a minute, his breath was rasping, and blood seeped from his mouth. I pulled the pick out. More blood from his mouth. I kissed him, forcing my tongue deep into his mouth, savoring the taste of the red elixir of his life. He kept struggling, gamely but fruitlessly. More gurgling. As blood ran into his lungs, his efforts to speak or shout became little bursts of blood shooting out of his mouth, up into my face. Larger bursts turned both our faces red. His eyes showed terror as mine showed joy and love. I licked his face and told him how lovely he was.
As blood filled his lungs, his struggles subsided. I sat up and freed his arms. They flailed weakly, slapping at my body, touching his throat, waving in the air. He was no threat to me now. I’d seen this before. He was helpless, unable to move, lying on the sweat and blood soaked sheets. His eyes were glazed, staring blankly at me, puzzled at his inability to control his movements. I took one hand and held it to my mouth. Kissed it. Moved the hand to my cock, now rock hard.
I laid on top of him again, humping his crotch and kissing his lips. I twisted around and took his limp dick into my mouth, all the while slipping my cock into his bloody throat. I began to hump, to fuck his mouth, with its warm lubricant. I could feel his hands tapping lightly at my naked body. Communicating, ….what? I kept fucking, shooting load after load of creamy cum into the red puddle in this throat. My teeth ground on the soft dick in my mouth, until I could taste its blood in my mouth. Humping, chewing, humping, chewing. Until I tired and lay exhausted on his limp body. And fell asleep.
So, yeah, I killed a guy last night. A sweet kid named Jeremy. Not the first. Not the last. Not the best. Not the worst. But nice.
We had great uninhibited sex for four hours…nonstop. I had forgotten how much stamina and cum a kid that age has in him. Almost wore me out but I kept up with him. (Hell, I’m not THAT old!)
He finally ran down. The bed was soaked with our sweat. We panted heavily as I lay on top of him. I wrapped my legs around his, and with one hand held his wrists above his head. I was much heavier, so I wasn’t going to move. My other hand reached under the mattress and grasped the ice pick. We were looking into each other’s eyes, panting and smiling, when the pick punctured his throat. If you’ve never watched a face, just inches in front of you, change instantaneously from joyful pleasure to pain and horror, you’ve missed a great experience. As his eyes widened and he let out a high-pitched yelp, my softened dick blew a load of cum between our sweaty bellies.
Jeremy struggled mightily, but I was too big and too strong. The pick had penetrated his neck side to side, right through the trachea. Within a minute, his breath was rasping, and blood seeped from his mouth. I pulled the pick out. More blood from his mouth. I kissed him, forcing my tongue deep into his mouth, savoring the taste of the red elixir of his life. He kept struggling, gamely but fruitlessly. More gurgling. As blood ran into his lungs, his efforts to speak or shout became little bursts of blood shooting out of his mouth, up into my face. Larger bursts turned both our faces red. His eyes showed terror as mine showed joy and love. I licked his face and told him how lovely he was.
As blood filled his lungs, his struggles subsided. I sat up and freed his arms. They flailed weakly, slapping at my body, touching his throat, waving in the air. He was no threat to me now. I’d seen this before. He was helpless, unable to move, lying on the sweat and blood soaked sheets. His eyes were glazed, staring blankly at me, puzzled at his inability to control his movements. I took one hand and held it to my mouth. Kissed it. Moved the hand to my cock, now rock hard.
I laid on top of him again, humping his crotch and kissing his lips. I twisted around and took his limp dick into my mouth, all the while slipping my cock into his bloody throat. I began to hump, to fuck his mouth, with its warm lubricant. I could feel his hands tapping lightly at my naked body. Communicating, ….what? I kept fucking, shooting load after load of creamy cum into the red puddle in this throat. My teeth ground on the soft dick in my mouth, until I could taste its blood in my mouth. Humping, chewing, humping, chewing. Until I tired and lay exhausted on his limp body. And fell asleep.
So, yeah, I killed a guy last night. A sweet kid named Jeremy. Not the first. Not the last. Not the best. Not the worst. But nice.
