and solidified in the form of a hand that found him in pitch black. The eyes were sad and hungry. They begged him without words. All the while the guy kept pumping his dick up the twink. Someone was stroking Silvio's hard on. Someone was kneeling in front of him, mouth open, pleading to be gagged. Silvio wanted that mouth, any mouth. "Pull it out" the voice in his head came raspy and sounded dirtier than ever. But he was too afraid to unzip. The eyes were locked on him in the dark. Frozen. The stroking and purring didn't let up. Someone approached him from behind and presented him with a bare shaft that pressed against his ass. Where had it come from?

Silvio was moving away before realizing. "I'm gonna shot" were the last words he made out under the slowing sound of flesh being beaten like a drum. The body, the night, the world came to a stop. One final kathump, and the groaning and clawing of a grown man at the ass of another, under the dome of trees, changed to a cry. It was a sound like he had never heard. The shadows closed in and the forest swallowed them all. Silvio didn't really run, but he wasn't exactly walking either. The need to get out of himself burned like an anthem. He wanted to strangle something.

On the road, he had meant to take a fast right out of the parking lot but went straight on 45th street. He wanted to turn around and go the way he knew but that would have meant going back toward the park and finding that part of him that he feared - his cock ached and wanted just that.

The street was deserted. The entire city felt empty except for the men he saw driving from point A to point B. "Where are we going" was a question demanded from no one but himself. Where was he going? Certainly not to anyone, or even home. "What if she doesn't change her mind?" He forced himself to remember being thrown out. The anger would make him forget desire he hoped. Instead he forgot the road realized almost too late - He came to an abrupt stop at the light swerving into the outside lane.

~

Christoff saw the lights approaching in his rearview fast and dropped the pack of light 100's he'd bought. "Fuck" he whispered and braced for an impact. His heart pounded from fear, then anger, followed by confusion.

He didn't so much as recognized the van as having been from the park, then had a feeling it might have been Silvio. Maybe it was more of a wish. With nothing to lose Christoff looked over thinking that if it were a stranger he'd let them have it, but he recognized the silhouette and felt the rush of a schoolgirl wondering if she should say hi to the cute new boy.

"Hey, you gave me a little fright there" he shouted. Silvio turned toward him disheveled. He started saying something but it was hard to make out. The accent sounded a lot heavier than it had earlier.

"I said, do you have a plug so that I can charge my phone?"

"You mean a car charger,” he yelled toward the van not really understanding.

"No. I don't have one of those. I mean a socket so I can charge my phone?"

The light turned green which