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Earl was trying to kill him.
Kenny couldn't believe it. He felt the blood drain from his face as it all sunk it. His boyfriend of two years (well, ex-boyfriend of one week) had hired a hit man to come to his house and murder him.
Kenny and Earl had met through mutual friends at a party in Miami two years ago. Earl was a middle-management, middle age, middle of the road type. Average height, a little pudgy, thinning salt and pepper hair, and a thick mustache. He wasn't the most stylish guy in the world, and certainly not the most attractive, but neither was Kenny. But after a few drinks and a few jokes, they both realized how well they clicked. Within six months, Earl had moved in with Kenny at his mansion in Ft. Lauderdale.
Kenny hadn't been blessed in the looks department either. He was a short middle aged man who wore thick black glasses and had a gut from working a desk job. However, what he lacked in looks, he made up for in personal assets. Several years back, Kenny had inherited tens of millions of dollars from his father's will -- a result of the investments his parents made in several start-up tech companies in the early 1980's, companies which had since ballooned into some of the largest producers of consumer electronics in the world. They hadn't told Kenny, and lived simple lives off the interest earned from some of the money they had stashed away in the bank. It was only upon his mother's death that Kenny was made aware of the incredible amount of wealth he was to inherit.
Of course, Earl wasn't aware of this until one night, three months into the relationship, when Kenny revealed his impressive familial legacy. He could still remember the look of shock on Earl's face. Looking back, Kenny figured he should have been more aware of the subtle signs that his wealth had changed their relationship. Earl didn't pay for much after that night, and always insisted on going to the most expensive hotels and restaurants, "just to treat ourselves." Kenny had brushed it off. Besides, why shouldn't he enjoy his fortune?
But the fun didn't last long. The couple had recently fallen on hard times. Their sex life dwindled to virtually nothing; once every two months, if that. Kenny suspected Earl was cheating. Kenny would often come home from his part-time job at a local bookstore to find Earl in the shower. He wouldn't have been suspicious of this activity, if only for the fact that it seemed to happen only on Tuesdays, and that the bedsheets always seemed to have been changed over from the morning before. It didn't matter whether Kenny changed his hours at work, Earl would still have his showers and fresh bed linens, just on a different day.
The end had been signaled by the fight they had a month prior. Already having his self-esteem broken by his suspicions of infidelity, Earl had brought up the idea that Kenny should hire a personal trainer to get into shape. That comment set off everything to follow, ultimately culminating in Earl packing up a suitcase and leaving the house.
Earl was now staying at an apartment in Ft. Lauderdale. He had been over periodically to collect his items, and next week was to be the last trip.
Kenny had refrained from accusing Earl of cheating throughout the entire break up. But tonight, after a bottle of wine, his willpower finally broke. He knew the passcode for Earl's voice-mail. When Earl moved in, Kenny had asked him to create his own passcode for the security system, "Oh-Four-Five-Eight," Earl said. "Isn't that your birthday?" Kenny had asked him. Earl looked at him and grinned, "I know it's stupid, but I use it for everything. I'm bad at memorizing numbers!"
And Kenny guessed correctly that Earl had used it for access to his voice-mail.
"You have one new message. Five saved messages." The voice at the other end of the phone said. Kenny knew that the new message was from him, he ignored it. With another open bottle of wine sitting on his night-stand beside him, Kenny listened to the five saved messages.
The first two were from Earl's parents. The next two were from his boss, reminding him of some important deadlines. The fifth...
It was a heavy, crisp voice on the other end of the line. It sounded young.
"Hey stud," the voice said, "it's Cody. Just confirming for next week. I got the gun. Let me know when works and I'll set things up with the landscapers. I'll make it quick -- I'll get in, seduce Kenny, and bam, you and I take what's left. Hope to fuck your ass soon." The message ended.
Even though Earl had insisted he was only a top, he had been getting fucked by one of the landscapers. Kenny guessed that this Cody person had stopped coming by ever since Earl moved out. The landscaping company hired college kids during the summer, and Kenny guessed that the tall lanky Asian kid who had been coming by for the past month wasn't Cody.
What was immediately clear was that Earl had hired Cody to come by and murder Kenny. He knew the reasoning behind it -- Kenny had left Earl his fortune through his will. But when would Cody strike? The message date said it was deposited the week before. Kenny looked down at his phone, this Cody guy could come any day now. Kenny put his phone back on his nightstand -- it was now two in the morning. Placing his head in his hands he let out a groan.
The slam of a truck door in the driveway woke Kenny up. He had a headache. He growled and looked over to the clock at the side of the bed. It was 9:30 in the morning. He was supposed to get up early, make sure he wasn't around when the gardener arrived. His head cleared immediately. Was it Cody? He could be coming up the stairs with a loaded gun. Kenny hurried out of bed, put on his glasses, and threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
He maneuvered cautiously into the kitchen to look out into the back yard. The skinny Asian kid wasn't there. Instead, he saw a tall muscular figure dragging out the lawnmower from the shed. Kenny shot a quick look to the kitchen drawer with the knives in it. What if Cody tried to get in? Could he reach it in time? Suddenly he heard a knocking at the patio doors in the living room. Without hesitating, Kenny opened the drawer and took out a steak knife, just in case. He carefully stuffed it into one of the pockets in his shorts.
His heart thudding in his chest, Kenny drew back the curtains.
"Hey, uh, I think you've run out of gas for the lawnmower," the figure in front of him said through the glass. Kenny hesitated, his hand gripping the handle of the knife in his pocket.
"I know you guys have some gas you use for the boat, but I don't know where it is. Can you show me?"
He should just open the door and stab him, get it over with.
Kenny opened the door, "Yeah, I'll take you down to the boathouse." His voice cracked. A new lump developed in his throat, and it wasn't just out of fear.
It was no wonder that Earl turned bottom for this guy. Cody looked to be around twenty-four, standing at about 6'1, with blonde spiky hair and perfect tanned skin. Kenny guessed he probably weighed about 200lbs, all solid muscle. The kid was wearing a skin-tight wifebeater that strained to conceal his rippling abs, thick pecs, and quarter sized nipples. He wore a dirty pair of low-slung overalls which had been stripped down to his waist, exposing Cody's tan-lines, well defined Apollo's belt, and the top band of a pair of red briefs. He had a broad back, and well-muscled arms with bulging biceps. Cody was a complete and total stud.
As the two walked down to the boat house, it took all of Kenny's willpower to stop himself from getting an erection. It was only near the end of his relationship with Earl that he admitted to himself that he was desperately in need of sexual release from other men. The sexual intensity Kenny had felt when he saw half-naked men on the beach had refused to fade over the course of his relationship with Earl. Not that he was one to stray from monogamy -- he was still attracted Earl, and had still enjoyed having sex with him occasionally, but the release of the repression of his sexual appetite for other men had caused his libido to go into overdrive. It didn't help he had a magnificent specimen of manhood strolling in front of him; one who was supposedly going to try and kill him.
After returning to the house, Kenny watched Cody from the patio for the rest of the morning. It was a hot day, and before long Cody had stripped off his tank-top to reveal his well-muscled torso. Everything he did oozed with sex. Kenny watched Cody's muscles flex and bulge as he took hedge-clippers to the bushes along the yard. His perspiration gave his tanned body a slick sheen as he worked in the intense Florida sun. Kenny had to stop himself from reaching into his shorts and stroking his small hard-on.
Kenny would have been the first to admit that his desire for other men had led him into trouble, that it made his mind not think straight. That's why he his relationship with Earl ended in the first place. Still, as he sat in the lawn chair under an umbrella and watched the muscle-boy gardener work, he wondered whether Cody was really after him. He seemed innocuous enough, even a bit dumb. Although Kenny really couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister was going on.
Two hours after he arrived, Cody approached Kenny on the patio, his well muscled body covered in dirt and sweat.
"Alright man, all done out here." He said. Kenny had put on sunglasses and was drinking a beer.
"Good job, er..." Kenny said.
"--Cody. I replaced the other guy, Ng, or whatever. He had to go back home. I'm gonna be working your house for the rest of the summer." Cody said.
"Alright Cody, well, thanks for the work. See you back here next Tuesday then."
"Hey, look, I'm not really allowed to ask the home owners for stuff, but I need a favor."
"What's that?" Kenny said.
"I was wondering, I mean, I have a date with my girl in a half hour, and I don't have enough time to clean up at home. Think I could take a shower here? Man, I promise I'll be quick."
The hair on the back of Kenny's neck stood on end and his mouth went dry. Was this a ploy?
"What's in it for me?" Kenny said.
Cody looked over to the pool and nodded towards it, "I can fix the problem you've been having with that pump in your pool."
"There's a problem with the pump?"
"Yeah, corrosion, nothing big, simple to replace. I can come by tomorrow and fix it for free, you just have to pay for the part. I really need to look good for tonight, can you help me out man?"
Kenny wondered whether Cody was going over to Earl's apartment later on to fuck. He thought about the knife in his shorts.
"This is the master bedroom, the shower is just through there." Kenny had led the half-naked hunk upstairs, insisting he walk in front of him. Cody wiped the dirt from his forehead and took off the duffel bag hanging on his shoulder.
"Thanks, means a lot man." Cody said.
"Don't take a lot of time. I'll be back in 10 minutes and you had better be done." Kenny said curtly. He walked outside the bedroom into the hallway. He stood for a while until he heard the shower start.
Cody had left his clothes in a heap on the carpet. With his hand fondling the handle of the knife in his pocket, Kenny quietly entered back into the master bedroom and moved towards the pile of clothing. He could smell the sweat and musk coming up from the items. He again had to will himself to not get distracted. He felt the pockets of the overalls and could feel keys, change, and a cellphone. He took the phone out quickly and opened up the screen -- but Cody had set a pass-lock on it. Frowning, Kenny slid the cellphone back into the overalls.
Kenny looked down the short hallway leading to the master bathroom. The door was just about half way open, not enough to see the shower, but enough to see that Cody had left his duffel bag lying open on the floor next to some clean clothes he had pulled out. Was it worth the risk to look inside it? How could he be sure if he didn't check everything? In the message, Cody said he would be carrying a gun.
Kenny sneaked down the hallway and carefully maneuvered through the gap in the doorway. The shower was along the same side of the room as the door, and it would be difficult for Cody to see anyone entering. Looking ahead, Kenny could see the vanity mirror over the sink opposite him on the other side of the room. From this vantage point, Kenny could see Cody in the shower and keep tabs on which direction he was facing. Right now, the stud was facing the wall of the shower. The water sprayed off his wide back and cascaded down his perfect bubble butt. Kenny bit his lip -- hard. He wished he wasn't in this position.
Kenny shook his head and refocused himself on the task before him. He crouched down and looked into the main pocket of the duffel bag.
His heart skipped a beat.
Beside a waterbottle and some empty tupperware containers was the proof he needed -- a gleaming 9mm handgun.
Cody was going to kill him.
He looked up, back to the mirror, and his heart almost stopped completely.
Cody had turned around and was soaping up his front side, spreading the lather across his muscular chest and abs, working it down through his lightly fuzzed treasure trail. The foam cascaded down further, snaking its way along the biggest, fattest cock Kenny had ever seen. The baggy overalls concealed his assets well, but now Cody was in the shower on full display. Even when soft, Cody's massive dick seemed to be as thick and long as a cucumber. His smooth, hairless balls were the size of lemons, and stretched tight in their sac.
Kenny looked down at the gun in the bag. It would be so easy to just pick up the gun, turn around the corner, and aim it straight at Cody. Pull the trigger. Problem solved.
He looked back up, and watched the stud lather up his muscular body some more.
Kenny entered the bedroom again some minutes later, just as Cody finished putting his briefs back on. He made sure to put himself between Cody and his duffel bag.
"Thanks for the shower, felt good to get clean." Cody said.
"Yeah, whatever," Kenny said, trying to be nonchalant. But despite his best attempts, his eyes couldn't stop feasting on Cody's sculptured body, and the considerable his enormous bulge put on the too-small briefs he wore. He would have given anything to rip that underwear off the stud and start sucking that huge cock. Suddenly, Kenny realized he had developed a hard on in his shorts. Fuck, he couldn't give himself away that bad.
Cody looked down at the tent Kenny was sporting. "Like what you see, huh?" Cody said with a smile.
"Uh, shit, you just got a really developed body there." Kenny said, maneuvering to sit on the bed.
"Yeah, been working out for a while now," Cody said, flexing his bicep. "And the chicks really dig my foot-long. Lotta them leave their guys to taste it." He said, smirking at Kenny.
Kenny gave Cody a cold stare.
"I think you and your little prick should get out of here," Kenny said. Cody shrugged as he put on his jeans and a tight grey tank top.
"You still want me to fix that pump tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Be here at noon, sharp. Don't make me wait."
Cody narrowed his eyes, "Trust me," he said, "I won't."
"Hey stud," the message said, "I went over to your ex's place. What a loser. Can't believe you were still with that guy when you had me. I could see him get a tiny boner after I took a shower. He was acting kinda weird, he may suspect something, I dunno. I'm headed over there tomorrow off-the-clock to take care of things. Give me a call."
It was 3 in the morning and Kenny was lying wide awake in bed. After listening in on Earl's voice-mail again, he turned on the TV, but the racket of late-night infomercials did nothing to stop his thoughts from racing. Should he call the police? Deep down he still felt love for Earl, and honestly did not wish him any harm. Maybe if he just confronted Cody, or locked him out of the house and called the cops. Kenny got tired of the infomercials and rolled out of the bed. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror; his jowls were covered in grey stubble, his stringy grey hair was unkempt, and there were deep bags under his eyes.
He made himself a coffee and choked it down. His mouth felt like it was full of dust. The night had passed quickly, and the sun was rising over the palms outside. He drew open the curtains and looked out at his backyard. Seagulls hovered in the air, screaming at each other, as palm trees swayed nearby. Kenny rubbed his eyes and promptly took a hot shower upstairs. After cleaning himself up, he changed into his shorts and a new t-shirt.
It was when he was sitting on his bed and putting on his socks that he noticed his dresser. He opened the top drawer and looked inside. There were a few mis-matched socks, some empty prescription bottles, and a single nylon stocking in the side. Kenny paused as he looked at it -- it was from when Earl's sister had visited last year, she left it behind but Kenny had left it in the drawer, often using it to tease Earl about finding a stocking in the laundry. Taking it out of the drawer, he stretched it out in his hands, considering it. Impulsively, he balled up the stocking and stuffed it down the sock on his right foot.
Right at noon, Kenny heard the thrum of a motorcycle engine enter the driveway. He opened the garage door to see Cody stroll up in a riding jacket and a pair of tight jeans. A black helmet was tucked under his arm, and a backpack was slung off his shoulders.
"Nice bike," Kenny said, looking over the blue Yamaha sportbike.
"Thanks."
"You can keep it in the garage if you want," Kenny said.
"Yeah, I guess" Cody said.
The two men wandered around to the back of the mansion.
"This shouldn't take more than an hour or so," Cody nodded towards the pool, "I have the part and the tools in my bag"
I bet you do, Kenny thought.
"You are gonna be doing more than fixing that pump. I want a clear view from this patio to the pool, I need you to remove the bushes separating it from here." Kenny said.
"What? That wasn't part of the deal man!"
"I've thought it over, and what you did yesterday was inexcusable. I've never had someone I've employed talk-back to me as much as you did. It was pathetic. But I'm gonna cut you some slack. You want to keep working with your company? You better do as I say. Otherwise, I pick up that phone and call your boss."
"Shit," Cody said.
"Once you finish taking out those bushes, then you can work on the pool."
Cody examined the greasy man in front of him. Despite his shower, Kenny still wore his late-night on his face. To Cody, both Earl and Kenny were ugly little pricks. And truth be told, Cody had eyes for nothing but pussy. He just put up with the old fag so he could get money. But Cody knew that there was a fortune waiting in the wings for him if he went along with Earl's plan. All he had to do was seduce and then pop the old man in front of him, then take his body out into the ocean somewhere and dump it. After that he'd get Earl to write him a check before disposing of him as well.
Kenny noticed Cody's intense gaze. "Well, get to work!" Kenny said.
Cody nodded and headed to the work shed.
Like the day before, Kenny sat on a lawn-chair on the patio, watching the hunk trim the bushes down, before tearing them up by the roots and dragging them to a heap near the driveway. The scorching intensity of the Florida sun soon had Cody peeling off his nearly transparent white tee-shirt, once again revealing the perfection of his bronzed, muscular torso.
"Hey did I tell you to take your shirt off?" Kenny shouted at him. Cody gave him an annoyed look.
"It's fucking hot out, what do you expect me to do?"
"Just don't leave it behind."
Cody continued to work. As he did, he was well aware that Kenny was watching him closely. Soon he undid the top button of his jeans, revealing the trimmed blonde bush below. Kenny noticed, and saw how the zipper of the pants strained to contain the huge gonads beneath. As Cody finished up with the last of the bushes, he pushed the zipper down all the way, causing the front of his jeans to widen into a 'v' shape, exposing the base of his big cock below. He strolled up to Kenny who was still lounging on the patio.
"Alright, finished the bushes." Cody said, and nodded towards the house, "I'm gonna get that part from my backpack and fix your pool."
Kenny looked up at Cody from his lounge chair. The muscle boy was trying to seduce him, and it was almost working. He tried to think of a distraction as he eyed the clear outline of Cody's meat as it snaked down his right leg.
"I'll get it myself. You stay here, I don't want you getting dirt in the house," Kenny said. He got up and walked towards the patio doors.
"It's in the big pocket!" Cody shouted after him.
Cody stood quietly, but in his mind he was panicking. The gun was stashed in the front pocket of his backpack. If Kenny found it... shit, everything would fall apart.
Kenny entered the foyer of the house and found Cody's backpack. He opened the main pocket and, after fumbling through Cody's change of clothes inside, took out the box containing the part for the pump. As he shut the zipper, he groped the front of the bag and felt the heavy weight of the 9mm inside the front pocket.
"Today's the day," Kenny grimaced.
The mood outside had changed dramatically. Cody and Kenny both eyed each other as Kenny returned to the patio and handed the box to the sweaty half-naked stud.
"There you go," Kenny said, "don't keep me waiting."
Cody sneered and turned towards the pool. As he walked away, Kenny saw him tug at his jeans a bit, dropping them half-way down his muscled ass, flexing it as he walked.
Kenny knew he was safe, for now. As long as Cody didn't have his bag nearby, he couldn't do anything. And with the sightline to the pool improved, he could keep tabs on the kid. But he had to admit to himself that his hard-on had not subsisted for an hour or more. When was he going to confront Cody? When was he going to call the cops?
He went inside and picked up the phone. His finger was inches away from dialing 911 when he stopped. Stop it! Call the cops! This guy is going to try and kill you! His mind screamed. Kenny put the phone down. He knew he had to call the police, to try and save himself, it was the most logical thing to do. But in his pants, he felt his hard-on strain against the fabric of his boxers. When would be the next time he'd have access to such a hot stud? Yeah, Cody was going to try and kill him, but Cody was also trying to seduce him. That hadn't happened in a while, a long while in fact. In the back of his mind, Kenny was also curious to see what Earl had been given access to. Besides, he still had the knife in the pocket of his shorts.
Kenny returned to the patio. But as he looked around, he began to panic. He didn't see Cody anywhere around the pool. He ran to the side of the water, cursing himself -- he shouldn't have left him out of his sight!
"Fuck that was harder than I thought," Kenny heard Cody say. He spun around to face the direction the voice was coming from.
Cody stood completely nude. Kenny felt his jaw drop as he drank in the sight of the naked muscle boy. Up close, Cody was even more impressive. His arms and pecs were huge and well defined. His thick, muscular legs glistened with water. He was also sporting wood -- his cock was even more enormous than Kenny had expected. It looked to be more than a foot long, arching to his left, crossed with veins and thick as a bottle of beer. Beneath it, Kenny could see Cody's massive hairless balls churning in their sac. Cody brought up his left arm and wiped his forehead with his considerable bicep.
"I didn't say you could swim in my pool," Kenny said, trying to sound firm but knowing his voice was starting to squeak.
"Yeah, had to get into the water to replace the pump," Cody said, "didn't want to get my jeans wet."
"I guess that would have made the ride home hard," Kenny replied. He noticed Cody had a smirk on his face.
"Speaking of hard, man, I'm so fucking horny."
"I can see that." Kenny choked.
"You think you could help me out man? Can't ride my bike with this monster hard." Cody stroked his finger along the length of his huge erect dong. Kenny's eyes followed it.
"I just need some relief, think of it as payback for talking back to you yesterday," Cody said, his finger lingering at the tip of the purple head of his cock. A string of pre-cum was oozing out and coated his finger. He brought his hand back up and massaged the clear fluid into the hardening nipple on his left pec.
"Yeah, I guess so. I'll take you upstairs." Kenny said, barely able to breathe.
As the two made their way into the house, Kenny felt as though his heart was going to burst out of his chest, it was thumping so hard. He took to the stairs, but turned around at the first landing. Cody had been following, but had spied his backpack in the foyer.
"Shit, just gotta grab this," he said, running over and grabbing the bag. Kenny gulped. Cody made his way up the stairs, his huge cock and balls slapping against his muscular thighs, leaving streaks of clear pre-cum on his skin as he took each step.
Kenny led him into the bedroom. As he walked inside, Kenny felt as though he were about to eat his last meal. Whatever happens in here, he thought grimly, only one of us will be coming out alive.
Cody dropped his backpack next to the bed and climbed onto the mattress. Kenny, somewhat bashfully, stripped off his shirt, shorts, and boxers, placing them at the end of mattress..
Cody knew this would be hard. With Earl it was a challenge to keep himself interested in fucking at all, but the sight of Kenny naked -- fat, pale, with scraggly black hair and a tiny prick hidden in an untrimmed forest of pubes-- was going to make it tough to keep from gagging, let alone having sex. But he had crushed two viagra into his water bottle, and had downed that by the pool. He knew he should be able to perform.
Kenny stood naked before Cody. He walked over to a side table and took out a bottle of lube.
"Let's get started," Kenny said, and climbed onto the bed, "let me suck that cock of yours."
Kenny lay on his back as Cody kneeled over his face, sticking the wet tip of his massive dong into Kenny's lips. Kenny opened his mouth and ran his tongue across the slit. Cody suddenly backed away and started slapping his cock across Kenny's face.
"Yeah, you want that big cock in your mouth?" Cody said. Kenny nodded, and opened wide.
Cody could barely fit the head of his meat into Kenny's mouth, stretching it as far as it could open. Kenny gagged, and Cody pressed his cock in further. It only went in another six inches before it became impossible for Kenny to swallow any more. To Kenny, it felt like he had a doorknob stuck at the back of his throat.
Kenny roamed his tongue across the length of the shaft in his mouth, slurping it greedily. He pressed the tip of his tongue into the sensitive spot just beneath the fat head of Cody's dong. "Fuck," Cody moaned as he felt waves of intense pleasure radiate up from his half-consumed dick. He began to pump his hips slowly. Kenny's mouth overflowed with saliva, slicking the huge member in a wet sheen as it was pumped in and out. Kenny's eyes roamed over the body of the muscular landscaper in front of him as his mouth was fucked with Cody's huge cock.
Suddenly Cody pulled out, his dick leaving behind strings of goo from Kenny's lips. He moved himself further up Kenny's chest, lowering his lemon-sized balls into his face.
"Suck my balls," Cody said. His big hairless nut sack sat on Kenny's lips. Kenny opened them, and took in one of the huge balls. He rolled the testicle around in his mouth, pulling down on it gently.
"Ahhh shit", Cody said as Kenny sucked hard. Kenny looked up and could see Cody had placed his big cock across his face.
Kenny suddenly spat out the big bullock.
"What the hell man, keep sucking me off!" Cody demanded.
"I want to switch things up," Kenny said.
"Yeah?" Cody said, backing up. Kenny got up from his back and sat in a kneeling position.
"You want me to fuck you with this beef?" Cody said, wrapping his hand around the base of his enormous dick.
"No," Kenny said, tugging on his own dick, "I want to fuck you."
Cody paused for a moment. He had always been a top, he had never let any fag near his virgin ass. He looked down to the backpack near the side of the bed for a split second. He figured he could let Kenny get his rocks off at least for a little longer. While he was distracted, Cody would just reach over, grab the gun, and shoot the little prick in the face.
"Ok man, whatever you say," Cody said. He turned around and got on all fours, his head facing over the edge of the bed, looking down at his backpack. Kenny shivered, he was in mortal danger of losing control and his concentration.
He looked at Cody bent over in front of him. The stud's ass was hairless and wide open, exposing the pink of his tight hole. Between his legs, Kenny could see Cody's huge balls dangling down. His massive prick hung even lower, bending into the mattress below and leaving a dark wet stain where pre-cum continued to ooze out. Kenny spit into his hand and lubed up his cock as he prepared to fuck the well endowed muscle hunk.
Cody winced hard as he felt Kenny enter into his virgin ass. His entire body flexed and tensed as Kenny pushed into him. Kenny could feel the tightness of Cody's hole envelop his dick. He felt the spinchter muscle in Cody's ass seize and release, then flex hard as it tried to expel the invader.
"Unnggg", Cody moaned, his hands gripping onto the side of the bed. Kenny had to stifle a laugh, its not like his dick was huge or anything. But he could visibly tell that the hunk was in pain as he watched Cody's wide, sweat covered back flex and tremble.
Kenny began to pump his hips slowly. He could feel Cody's ass spasm more. He increased his tempo, thrusting his prick in faster and faster. He felt his balls slap the perfect ass of his would-be killer.
Cody began to groan louder and louder. He had never been fucked before... and it felt amazing. The stimulation of his prostate caused his huge bloated cock to swell even further. His head was overwhelmed with the pleasure. He felt like he was going delirious.
"Oh... oh fuck, fuck," Cody said. He knew he had to do something, but the thrust of Kenny's cock into his ass, the friction of the mattress rubbing against his tender, swollen dick, all consumed his brain with pleasure. He couldn't focus. Then he spotted the backpack -- yes! He had to reach in there and grab the gun. He found the connection to his arm, and began to reach down into the pocket of his bag. His hand clenched around the cold steel of the gun, now all he had to do was... was... FUCKKK
Cody arched upwards as Kenny started to jackhammer into the stud's muscular ass. Cody stood upright on his knees, with Kenny pumping behind him. Kenny could see Cody's reflection in the vanity mirror on the dresser in front of him. Coy's entire torso was outlined in sharp relief, a veritable statue of muscular perfection as almost every sinew was outlined. His enormous cock, now wagging violently back and forth, was even bigger than before, a veritable faucet of pre-cum dripping down. His giant balls slapped forward and back as Kenny pounded harder and harder. "F-- fuck! I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum!" Cody moaned. Kenny could see his balls start to churn and recede upwards, preparing their load. But in his hand Kenny saw ... the gun!
Kenny reacted swiftly. He withdrew his dick from Cody's ass and reached into his sock for the nylon. He strung it tight between both hands.
"Oh fuck, don't stop, I gotta cum," Cody begged. "Fuck, please-- HURK"
Kenny wrapped the nylon around Cody's muscular neck. Cody bucked violently and appeared ready to struggle.
"FUC--UUUGHHH" He screamed as his oxygen was cut off. His enormous cock suddenly spasmed violently, and a massive geyser of sticky white cum erupted from the tip. Massive strings of hot jism exploded forth, covering the carpet and the sheets of the mattress. Kenny held tight onto both ends of the nylon, and quickly wrapped it as tight as he could around Cody's neck several times before tying it off. He stepped off the bed, letting Cody collapse backwards onto his back.
Cody's vision was fading, his mind was overwhelmed with pleasure and pain as his big dick continued to spurt out buckeloads of cum. As Kenny moved back towards his shorts at the end of the bed, he kept an eye on the suffocating stud. He couldn't believe just how much cum was emptying from Cody's massive balls. The geyser from the bloated foot long cock shot more and more jizz into the air violently, coating Cody's muscular body in a thick sheen of sperm.
Cody's arms remained virtually paralyzed by his side as the pleasure from his cum spewing spasms overwhelmed the last moments of his consciousness. As he looked down, he saw Kenny approaching him.
Kenny walked up between Cody's well muscled thighs, taking in the sight of the fountain of cum erupting from the hung assassin. Looking over Cody's beautiful torso one more time -- his pecs, arms, abs, and remembering the tightness of that pink virgin hole, Kenny almost felt a pang of regret for killing the musclehunk.
Gasping for breath, Cody looked down his muscular torso to see Kenny giving him a smirk. His face now covered in a thick gooey layer of his own cum, Cody opened his mouth to try and scream, to beg Kenny to cut off the nylon from his neck, only to have his gaping mouth fill with more of his sticky jism. With a final violent attempt to breathe, Cody's consciousness finally faded to black as his oxygen supply dwindled to nothing.
It was raining lightly that night when Kenny slipped his sailboat from the dock at the edge of his property. He took it out for several hours, only returning at dawn. He had disposed Cody's body overboard somewhere off the coast, wrapped up in a tarp and weighed down with parts from his motorcycle. As for the stud's huge gonads, he sliced them off and threw them into the ocean, and watched as seagulls fought to make a meal out of the once impressive cock and the huge balls. He winced as he saw them claw Cody's balls apart and tear his cock head with their beaks.
Kenny remained in a daze for a week afterward. He couldn't believe what he had done. Was it self defense? Was it murder? He tried to comfort himself with the fact that it was either him or Cody, and that there was no other solution to the problem. Still, and despite how much he told himself otherwise, he had felt an immense thrill at strangling the hunk at the peak of his sexual release. How was he to reconcile that?
Earl came over the next week to collect the last of his items. The two barely spoke to one another. Earl had just put the last of his boxes in his hatchback when Kenny walked outside.
"I think you forgot this," Kenny said, his expression cold and unforgiving. Earl turned around and looked at Kenny's outstretched hand -- in it, and wrapped in a wifebeater, was Cody's 9mm. Earl stared at Kenny for a long time, before grabbing the gun and returning to the car.
That night, Kenny sat down in his living room and switched on the TV. On his lap were brochures from several real-estate companies; he had decided that he was going to sell his mansion and move somewhere outside of Florida. On the news that night was a story about a missing man. The police reported that he was a local college student named Cody, and further revealed that he was a suspect in several robberies, all in houses he took care of as a landscaper. The consensus was that he had left the state on his blue Yamaha sport bike, and a national warrant was now out for his arrest. Kenny smiled, and turned the channel.
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