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June 18th 7:32pm, 1983
Danny paces back and forth nervously around his front door. Tugging at the collar of his black rental tuxedo, occasionally smoothing out the white dress shirt and adjusting his tie neatly. Everything has to be perfect, it just has to be. If it’s not perfect then everything will go wrong.
Danny gets more absorbed into his own head by the minute, until his thoughts are sharply interrupted by the sound of the front doorbell being rung.
Danny jumps in surprise at the noise and frantically trips over himself to answer the door. He swings the door with how fast he opens it.
Right outside his door stands a young man, only a few months older than Danny himself.
The young man is in himself nervous, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. His rental tuxedo of matching colors to Danny’s.
Danny practically jumps into the young man’s arms. Holding him close, taking in his scent like it was the very air he needed to breathe. The smell of cheap cologne on the man was pungent, similar to that of rubbing alcohol. It should be repulsive to Danny and yet it oddly only drove him closer to the man as he took in the scent like it was the most lovely thing he’d ever smelled.
Danny realizes how hasty he was being with the man and backs off from the man. His face flushed red with awkward embarrassment, only being outdone in facial redness by the other man whose face was imitating that of a tomato.
The other man shakes it off and chuckles, “I’m happy to see you too Danny baby.” The young man is trying to sound smooth, but it comes out rather awkwardly.
Nonetheless it doesn’t take much to impress the 18 year old Danny Johnson, so he’s both red faced and smitten in that moment.
The young man hands the bouquet to his date, Danny takes the flowers with a little jittery smile on his face.
“C’mon Danny, we’ll be late for the dance”
The young man take Danny’s hand discreetly as he leads him to the man’s car.
Danny remembers to grab his personal camera before they leave. He wants to bring it so he can capture this night forever.
June 18th 12:48pm, 1983
The two man had ditched the dance a few hours in. While it was fun to an extent, it was frustrating for the young lovers.
they weren’t allow to be with each other publicly at the dance. They couldn’t dance to the romantic songs that were played, they could hold hands, could kiss as they felt each others warm lips.
They of course knew this would be the case going in, they live in Florida for fuck sake. Being gay in public in their state was a very quick way to be socially ostracized or worse.
But it was still annoying, Danny longed to kiss the warm lips of his boyfriend.
And it seemed that the other young man agreed, as soon as they got put into the parking lot their high school he pulled Danny into a deep kiss, pressing his warm lips onto his lover. Letting their tongues interlock as if it were a dance in itself.
Was doing this in a public parking lot risk? Oh most certainly, but was it worth it? Hell yes, it was so worth it to Danny.
“Mmnf Ollie~” Danny let out a soft moan as he felt the man’s tongue deep in his mouth.
They quickly moved into the man’s car, giving them a decent amount of cover for more…risqué activities.
July 4th 10:26 am, 1970
A young five year old boy sits in the grass of a fenced off backyard.
His father is in the kitchen cutting up a ham with a butcher knife in preparation for the Fourth of July backyard neighborhood barbecue.
The five year old can see his father working diligently through the kitchen window.
The father makes a mistake with his cutting and accidentally slices into his own hand. The cut isn’t too deep but is still enough for blood to drip onto the kitchen floor.
The father shouts out various cusses in response to the accident. This gets the Young boy’s attention, he sees the red stuff dripping out of his papa’s hand.
The father goes to get some bandages from the bathroom, as the young boy gets up off the grass and walks back into his house.
The young boy is curious, his mama told him about the red stuff once. How it comes out of people when they get hurt by sharp stuff.
The boy is curious, he wonders what would happen if he cut his own hand. Would the red stuff come out? The boy wants to see what it would look like dripping from his hand.
The boy climbs on the kitchen counter and grabs the bloody butcher knife. Aiming the blade on his tiny hand, attempting to make a cut on its palm. He raises the heavy blade which he can barely hold with one hand and..
“What the hell do you think your doing no boy!” The father shouts and grabs the knife out of the boy’s hand.
The father smacks the boy on the back of his head. The boy flinches at the smack. He doesn’t like when his papa hits him.
“Of Don’t you ever try to cut yourself again boy. Cutting yourself is a weak action done by weak men like commies and faggots.” His father chastises. “Do you understand boy?”
The boy weakly nods. “Yes papa” he quietly states.
“Good, now run along and play. We’ll be leaving for the Jone’s house in a few hours”
The boy nods again and the father walks away
The boy thinks to himself. if he can’t see the red stuff, “blood” as his mama put it from himself. Then maybe he can see it from somewhere else, he looks over and sees a squirrel feeding on the birdseed out of his mama’s bird feeder.
June 18th 12:52pm, 1983
“Oh Danny, your so good for me baby~”
The man purrs out softly, his pants rolled around his legs as Danny’s mouth is fitted firmly around his large throbbing member.
It pulsates in Danny’s mouth as he sucks on it, letting his tongue swirl around it like a lollipop. Feeling every vain and artery as he practically chokes on its length. His throat being rearranged by its girth.
“You’re such a dirty boy Danny, such a dirty boy for me” the man moans out in pleasure as leans back in the backseat of his car, his lover sucking him off.
They’re both awkward as all hell, and yet this moment of intoxicating intimacy is pure and loving as it is filthy.
They both were only more aroused by the thought that they were in a public parking lot, one unlucky moment and they might be discovered by a passing person.
Danny wonders what his father would think if he saw what his boy was doing now. He can imagine it would include many cuss words, and possibly multiple uses of that word.
with Ollie's cock in his mouth, Danny realizes that perhaps his father had been right. He wasn't a dirty communist, nor did he lay his blade against his skin, but that word his father had used for him did apply. He'd denied it at first; from his father, from other boys, from himself, but now, with Ollie writhing and moaning above him, he finds that now the word holds no weight.
It was just six meaningless letters, nothing in comparison to the love he felt for Ollie.
The man finally folds due to the mounting pressure. His cock spurted white cum down Danny’s throat, causing Danny to choke and cough. His inexperience in cum swallowing evident. The man quickly pulls up his pants and pulls Danny in a concerned hold. “Oh shit, are you alright babe?” The man whispers anxiously.
“I’m fine Ollie” Danny says through his coughing as he swallows the last of the man cum down his gullet.
“Oh good, I was worried for a moment” the man says sincerely yet awkwardly.
A second pasts before the man speaks again.
“Soooo, want me to return the favor baby?” The man asks with a shit eating grin.
“Oh god yes please” Danny responds immediately perhaps a little too fast.
“Such a needy boy” the young man whispers teasingly, before pulling Danny’s pants down.
June 19th 1:06am, 1983
After another blowjob, some more kissing, and neck sucking, both boys were tired and messy. Their rental tuxedos would definitely need to be cleaned before being returned given all the stains on them at the moment. And will need to be ironed given all the wrinkles. But that hardly matter to the boys as they lay in the backseat of the bright red car.
“Mmm, I love you Danny baby” Ollie whispers as he holds Danny in a lover’s embrace. Letting Danny lay on top of him.
“I…I love you too Ollie” Danny nervously whispers back softly.
“Mngh, your just so beautiful Danny, so beautiful” Ollie whispers drowsily as he drifts off to sleep.
Ollie falls asleep in his lover’s embrace. Danny softly smiles as he looks upon his boyfriend sleeping figure. Watching his Ollie’s chest rise and fall as he snores quietly.
Danny wasn’t sure how the hell they were gonna get home like this, but he frankly didn’t care at the moment.
This was perfect, this moment was perfect.
He pressed his head against the man’s chest and listen to Ollie’s steady heart beat.
Things were at peace for a long while as he laid there, listening to the steady beats of Ollie’s heart…
But then a dark thought came into Danny’s head.
What if Ollie stopped breathing? What if his heart stopped its beating?
These thoughts repulsed Danny at first, how could he think about such things about a man that he loved?
And yet, another part of him like the idea, he liked it a lot.
It was almost like the next step in their relationship, the next base as it were.
He had take Ollie’s first kiss,
He had taken Ollie’s virginity,
wouldn’t taking Ollie’s life be like…the final stage?
He knew that Ollie kept a hunting knife in the glove compartment of his car just in case of danger.
All Danny would have to do is grab it and…
July 4th 11:02 am, 1970
The squirrel wriggled and squealed as the boy cut open it’s stomach, letting it’s stringy intestines dangle out as he gutted the small creature. Its screams ringed loud, if it could speak it would perhaps be begging for its life.
DANNY BABY, STOP OH GOD STOP!
It screamed out as if shouting for help, maybe from other squirrels or perhaps from God himself.
OH GOD PLEASE, SOMEBODY HELP ME!
But no one came.
June 19th 1:46am, 1983
It was a slow night for Officer Logan. Sure, with prom night going on at the local high school there were a couple duis but Logan hadn’t been posted near the high school, he’d been posted this night on the outskirts of the small Florida town. Near the thick woods that existed just outside the town.
People often joked that those woods were the perfect place to bury a body. Logan never found those kind of jokes particularly funny, but he supposed that some of his fellow officers would probably disagree with him.
Logan sat in his cop car, drinking a fairly cold coffee. Waiting for something to happen as his car sat facing the road, just behind some bushes ready to pounce if someone speeds or something like that.
Suddenly a bright red car goes speeding by
at least 10 miles over the speed limit.
Logan of course turns on his police sirens and drives out of his car’s hiding spot in the bushes and drives after the bright red car.
Pulling the car over on the side of the road, he steps out of his police car and walks over to the pulled over car.
He pulls out his force mandatory flashlight and shines it into the car. In the front seat he can see a very nervous looking young man, the young man was shirtless which was beyond baffling to Logan.
But he decides to ignore it, he frankly doesn’t even wanna know. Young people these days were always doing weird and freaky shit that Logan wanted no part of.
“Son, do you know how fast you were going back there?” Logan asks inquisitorially.
The young man looks incredibly nervous, although Logan chalks it up to the jitters that come with being pulled over by a police officer.
“Um, I’m sorry sir it’s just…well it’s just…my friend is super tired and I wanted to get him home as soon as possible” the young man was stuttering like hell and clearly lying about something, but Logan couldn’t figure out what.
He looked at the friend that the kid was talking about and it suddenly made sense. In the back of the car was another young Man, Logan could see his face as he was laying flat on his belly but he was clearly passed out.
It was clear to Logan that the kid’s friend had been underage drinking and got wasted. And now the poor anxious boy had to drive his blacked out friend home.
Logan thought about arresting them for underage drinking, but that would have frankly been hypocritical given the amount of booze Logan had pounded back in his youth.
“Alright son, I’ll let you off with a warning. Just don’t let it happen again okay?”
“Yes sir” the young man responses quietly
As Officer Logan walked back to his police car and drove off. Danny breathed a sigh of relief, if the officer had looked a bit closer he would have seen the blood dripping from his Ollie’s gutted stomach.
Now Danny just need to get rid of the body and he could forget all about this.
He looked over the photo he’d take of his gutted lover with his camera.
He quickly shoved it into his wallet, where it would remain hidden until he could properly dispose of it. And he was planning to dispose of it at the first opportunity.
He kept driving, silently ignoring how his mind pondered what it would be like to kill again.
And he also silently ignored how aroused he felt over almost getting caught in the act by an officer of the law.
June 18th 9:30 pm, 1993
Danny hops out of his apartment shower. Grabbing a towel off the wall and drying his head off with it. He wipes away the water from his body as he enters his bedroom.
Today had been a fun day for him, he’d diced up an old lady by the name of Margret.
Ripped the muscle tendons and veins out of her arms and legs, slit her throat and ripped open her insides. Hanging the grandmother of two by her innards.
He’d perhaps let himself get sloppy with this one, carving up the woman. Gutting her just like he’s done with…oh.
It was the anniversary of that night.
He reminisces of his first love kill. Oh man, he remembers that time in his life. Back when he thought murdering people was a bad thing. Can you believe that?
Danny chuckles to himself, he really was naive back then wasn’t he?
And he could barely believe he’d ever been that sloppy with his murders on purpose. Sure he would on occasion be purposely sloppy. Especially of late where the allure of being caught by the police seemed to tempt him into being more sloppy with each new kill. But with that first love kill he just straight up didn’t know what he was doing.
It was painfully funny looking back.
Danny often wonders what would have happened if he’d been caught back then.
Wasn’t that an arousing thought, the idea of being caught by that police man. Of being exposed for the word to see, ohhhh it got him so hard.
Danny could feel his right hand drift down to his lower body ever so slowly as he thought of it.
He might as well indulge a little, think of it as a ten year murder anniversary gift from himself to himself.
He sprawled himself out on his large bed, spreading his legs.
He imagined himself in that situation as he begins to stroke his thick cock. the police officer with his flashlight shining in on the car. His lover’s dead body in the backseat.
Danny couldn’t help but imagine in vivid details, the gutted corpse as he remembers it.
Danny lets himself indulge in the thought of an older Ollie, refined and matured, what he would have become if Danny hadn't cut his life so short. Oh, he imagines what that Ollie would have looked like sprawled out across their bed, gutted and beautiful.
Danny imagines that Ollie calling him a dirty needy boy as he guts him. In his dying breaths telling him that he loves Danny.
He strokes his dick faster, his breath getting heavier as he does.
And then he’s brought back to the Main event of his fantasy, being caught for his crime. He imagines how the police man would react, would he get rough with Danny? Would he beat Danny up for his crime? What insults would he throw at Danny? Danny bets the officer would call him a sick fuck, a disgusting pervert, a dirty little boy…wait no, that last one isn’t accurate…only Ollie would say that…ah fuck it, this is Danny’s fantasy he’ll be degraded the way he wants to be degraded.
As Danny continues to imagine all the ways Ollie the police officer would degrade him he strokes his fat member as fast as possible.
Eventually the pressure becomes too much for Danny, he cums hard. His juices spraying all over the bed and on his lower body.
He breathes in and out heavily just like Ollie as he try’s to recover.
Danny reaches for his wallet. Finding it on his nightstand next to his bed he pulls a photograph out of one of its most inner pockets. The photo he had taken that night.
Danny lays there for a long time, his twisted mind still running through images of his gutted Ollie.
Holding the photo close to his chest as he does.
July 4th 12:00 am, 1970
The mother finds a gutted squirrel in the backyard next to her bird feeder, blood coating the grass.
She blames it on the family dog.
“Poor little thing” the woman says. “It never stood a chance”
Her mind drifts off as she goes back into the house to grab the ham.
They were leaving for the barbecue at the Jone’s house after all.
Perhaps her little boy could finally make a friend in their son Oliver.
He would be Danny’s First.