Slake Unlocked the Motel Room Door and Took the Boy's Hand and Lead Him Inside. They Held

kill eleven Slake unlocked the motel room door and took the boy's hand and lead him inside. They held each other and kissed. Mmmm. This boy was perfect for Slake. Tall and slender. Mid 20's. Pretty face and hair. The boy was dressed really nice in an orange tee shirt and soft blue jeans with holes and patches. Necklaces and a big gold thumb ring he was always playing with.

Perfect teeth. And the deciding factor why Slake chose him to be kill number eleven -- Gio! Slake loved that cologne. MMMM. That and his sexy boyish voice. He looked and smelled and felt and tasted and sounded perfect. And Slake loved his neck. Long and thick for a slender boy. With a big adam's apple. Absolutely perfect.

He didnt even know the boy's name. He did not care -- it was not important. Soon the boy would not need a name. They laid down on the bed.

He rested his hand on the boy's throat and started kissing his face. Slake kissed his lips and cheek and nose and forehead and eyes and ears. He kissed and licked and nibbled all over his pretty head, all the time caressing the warm throat. Soft skin -- firm muscle. Soon, all of these would be in pieces Slake knew.

"Damn, I'm in love" the boy said. He unbuckled Slake's belt and unsnapped Slake's pants. The boy grabbed the bottom of Slake's shirt and started pulling it up, just as Slake started kissing the boy's chest and nipples thru the orange tee shirt. Slake was now shirtless as he kissed the boy's flat belly.

He wanted to leave the clothes on the boy as he killed him. He knew he would have lots of time nude with his body, and these would always be the clothes the boy wore as Slake ended his life.

He wanted to boy to cum one last time, so he licked and kissed and nibbled and squeezed the boy's plump package thru th soft light blue denim.. "Damn, I'm hard -- you gotta unzip me!" the eager boy begged. DAMN Slake loved his penis. Just like the boy, tall and slender. When the boy came, Slake greedily lapped it all up, but kept right on playing with the boy, and soon he came again.

"DAMN -- I really AM in love" the boy giggled. The boy was on his back in the bed and Slake was on top of him. He firmly wrapped his hands around the boy's neck and started squeezing.

The boy choked and shook his head "NO" as Slake squeezed even harder. The boy tried to push himself out from underneath Slake, but Slake was bigger and stronger. The boy tried beating on Slake with his hands, but Slake was too determined to even notice.

Slake released the neck, to let the boy cough and gulp some air, then he grabbed him again. The boy was crying -- it hurt so bad. His heart was rushing. He was sweating. Slake had wrapped his strong legs around the boy's sleander legs and the boy was kicking his feet. O O O O O O O, pain, pain.pain, pain.

Slake now did not let go. He studied the boys face. "Sorry to be so mean to you, boy, but wasting you is such a rush!"

Just as the boys eyes started to fade, Slake grabbed the back of the boy's warm neck with one hand and cupped his chin with the other. CRACK! POP! He slammed and twisted the boy's poor neck. The whimpered softly like a puppy who had just then spanked, his brown eyes pleading.

Slake set up straight on his knees, looking down at the boy. The boy's eyes were unfocused. His head bobbed just a bit on the twisted neck and he laid his hand on his chest. He opened and closed his hand once.

Now the boy was dead.

Slake removed all their clothing and put the boy's necklaces and jewelry on himself. The boy had a sexy tattoo just above his bush: the words "Lucky You" on his skin. Slake laughed so hard.

The boy's butt was just a little skinny, but that was his only imperfection. Slake spent time with the boy in bed.