Idle threats
foreign

Bobby sat at the bar by himself. Lonely and depressed. He knew this time it was over for good. Craig hadn’t called in more than a week and the flashbacks of their last conversation haunted him. He hadn’t really meant any of the things he said, they were just idle threats. He was angry and hurt and he had a right to be. It all started six months ago. Bobby knew almost from the beginning it wouldn’t last, but he couldn’t help getting attached. Craig was so nice, the sex was so good, and who could blame him? Craig was 20 years his senior, a good-looking 42 year old businessman. At first it was casual, they met for drinks and fucked and that was it. After a couple of weeks of that Craig confessed the truth; he was married and had 2 kids. Bobby was going to end it then but Craig had begged and pleaded, telling him he was the first that he cared about him, that he had helped Craig “accept” himself and pleeeaaasseeeeee don’t just walk away. Craig was ambitious, in business and in his personal affairs, he wanted things HIS way. He even mentioned having his eye on a political career. Bobby let his emotions override his common sense and he kept seeing Craig. They were close. Phone calls most everyday, visits twice a week. Bobby fell in love. Then Craig announced he was gonna run for political office and the affair was suddenly over. Bobby was crushed. Craig wouldn’t even tell him in person; he ended it on the phone. Bobby got mad, made some threats…. What if the wife found out? Or the papers? He didn’t mean it, he would never hurt Craig like that. He was just angry and needed to lash out. Now he sat at the bar feeling awful and wishing he had never said those things. They had some fun times together. To bad the horrid ending would black out all good memories. Three beers later Bobby noticed a rather interesting stranger staring directly at him from across the bar. Tall, dark haired, with what appeared to be a great body under the jeans and black leather jacket… and those eyes, coal black and simmering with heat. Hmmmmmm. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone new. And even if it didn’t help him get over Craig, it would take his mind of his problems for a little while. Things progressed quickly. Bobby met the dark stranger, Sid, and before long they were chatting. Sid was distant in some ways, but he seemed like a nice enough guy and Bobby was dying to get him home. They went to Bobby’s apartment. He hadn’t had anyone new over since he started seeing Craig and he was a little nervous. Bobby opened the fridge and started giving Sid a list of drink options…beer…wine…mixed drinks…bottled water? Sid took his jacket off and laid it on the chair as Bobby took inventory of the fridge. The .38 snub nose was in the jacket pocket but he had already decided he wasn’t going to do it that way. He liked this boy. Bobby looked younger than his 22 years, blond, smooth skinned, a muscular 5’9″ frame, round, inviting ass… Sid would enjoy this one before he sent him on his way. Bobby looked up hesitantly at Sid, waiting to hear what he wanted to drink. Sid leaned back against the family room wall, staring at him intently with his arms folded across his broad chest, pecs bulging in a tight white T-shirt. He was a good 6″ taller than Bobby and 10 years older. Bobby was quivering inside, waiting for Sid to make a move. He didn’t have to wait long. Sid said in a low voice “Get over here boy.” Bobby walked over to Sid and smiled. Sid slipped his hand behind Bobby’s head and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his face in close. His grip was firm, conveying the strength in his hands. He leaned forward and kissed Bobby long and slow, a low growl revealing his pleasure as his tongue leisurely explored Bobby’s mouth. Bobby leaned in against Sid’s tight body; he could feel Sid’s rock hard erection pressing against his lower abdomen. Sid was pure animal sex incarnate. Suddenly Sid broke away from Bobby’s mouth and slowly pulled his head down saying, “Suck me.” He didn’t have to ask twice. Bobby smiled and let his fingers fumble at Sid’s fly, quickly releasing Sid’s huge, angry cock. A moment later he was on his knees taking Sid’s prick deep in his throat, Sid moaned his approval and ran his hand slowly through Bobby’s hair whispering “Oh yeah…that’s it…” Sid watched Bobby work on his cock and thought what a waste it would be to snuff this kid. He seemed nice, and he sure was pretty. Plus the kid knew how to give head. But this was business and there was a good chunk of money involved. Sid closed his eyes, leaning against the wall and giving in to the soft mouth and tongue that worked on him with expertise. When Sid was on the verge of cumming he grabbed Bobby’s hair and pulled his face away saying…”I want to fuck you.” Bobby looked up at Sid with huge blue eyes and smiled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Sid’s voice was gravely with desire as he muttered, “Get undressed.” Bobby slowly rose to his feet and said, “Why don’t we move to the bedroom.” “No.” Sid replied. “Right here. Right now.” Bobby quickly pulled off his sweater and unzipped his jeans; a few seconds later he was wearing nothing but boxer shorts. Sid ran his eyes over Bobby’s body, smooth and perfectly proportioned with an obscene erection tenting the front of his boxers. Bobby wished Sid would get undressed too, but all Sid did was pull his T-shirt off over his head, exposing his sculpted, tan, and very hairy chest. Sid had army boots on and Bobby suspected that he was in too big a hurry to take them off. That was okay, Bobby was in a hurry too. Sid sunk to his knees and motioned for Bobby to join him. Bobby met him on the floor and Sid kissed him softly, letting his hands explore the boy’s smooth chest and flat stomach, then moving lower to caress Bobby’s hard member. Sid moved his mouth to Bobby’s neck and nuzzled him, then whispered, “I’m gonna make this good for you.” Sid turned him around and Bobby moved onto all fours. Sid pulled a lubricated condom out of his jean pocket and slipped it on…then slowly ran his hands up Bobby’s thighs sending chills through his body. He stroked Bobby’s cock and cupped his balls…then slid his finger into Bobby’s tight arsehole, easing it in and out gently, eliciting soft moans. Sid spit into his hands and added more moisture to the end of the condom, then placed the tip of his steel hard cock against the Bobby’s tight opening. He grabbed him by the hips firmly and for a moment Bobby tensed, expecting to be harshly penetrated, the tension melting away as Sid gently probed for an entrance whispering in a deep voice “Relax.” Sid slid his cock into Bobby slowly, reveling in the feeling as Bobby’s tight asshole opened to accept him. When he was finally completely inside of him he began moving in and out softly at first. Sid had cock to spare and had to be gentle with new partners. He began to move faster, running his hands over Bobby’s neck and shoulders, sensing that his lover was totally immersed in the act of lovemaking and unaware of anything but the intense pleasure. The chemistry was powerful, the perfect combination of exciting newness mixed with an odd sense familiarity. They fit together perfectly, almost as if they had been lovers for a long time, their hard male bodies intuitively harmonizing. Sid took his left hand and pulled the scarf free from his jeans then slipped it suddenly around Bobby’s neck. Bobby was startled, yet not truly frightened. His thoughts were still focused on Sid’s cock as it slid in and out of him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He thought this was some kind of game. It was a new game but so far everything Sid had done was perfect, so he wouldn’t ruin the moment and resist this new element… Sid tightened the scarf and Bobby gasped. The scarf didn’t hurt but within a few seconds his head felt like it would burst from the pressure… Bobby moved his hands to his throat and tried to loosen the scarf that was choking the life out of him, but he couldn’t even begin to slide his fingers beneath the hard, unyielding cloth. He started to claw at Sid’s hands, trying desperately to break Sid’s iron grip, but Sid merely forced his head down, tightening the scarf more, his cock continuing to pound at an increasing rate. Sid knew Bobby couldn’t fight him off, he was far too strong…. All attempts would be in vain. The pressure was getting worse; Bobby heard a ringing in his ears yet his pleasure was not diminishing. Bobby realized that he was weakening, he would pass out before too long but his desire to fight wasn’t really there. He didn’t really want to resist Sid, he wanted to keep getting fucked and give in to the sensations. In the back of his mind Bobby knew this didn’t feel like a game anymore, he felt like he could really die. Bobby thrashed harder yet Sid’s grip was unwavering. Sid relished the feeling as his lover thrashed helplessly beneath him; he couldn’t wait to spill himself into this gorgeous young male. But he would wait… Just as Bobby knew all was lost…. As blackness started to close in… He was rocked by a powerful orgasm. More powerful than anything he had ever experienced. His body convulsed, shaking violently. He thought it would go on forever and in a way it did…. The searing pleasure followed him into the void as the darkness surrounded him. When Sid felt Bobby’s death spasms, felt the muscles around his cock quivering and tightening violently as his victim’s life slipped away he came hard…. Shooting copious amounts of hot come into his quivering paramour. Finally collapsing on top of Bobby’s limp body. The scarf stayed tight on it’s own, continuing to do it’s job even after the master of ceremonies gave up control and lay panting on top of his dead lover. A few minutes later Sid was dressed, he used a kitchen towel to wipe down Bobby’s body and erase any latent fingerprints off the dead flesh. His fingerprints weren’t on file, but who knew what the future would hold. When he was ready to leave he took one last look at the beautiful corpse that lay crumpled on the floor. He looked into the still blue eyes and whispered “Goodnight Bobby.”