Friday, November 4, 2011

Majorca Flats -- 238


The signpost to the turn-off to the Memorial Cross appeared out of the blackness, brightly illuminated in the van's lights. He signalled a turn, even though there was no one before or behind him. Everything had to appear normal. He couldn't allow a single misstep now to prevent him from doing The Lord's work. Within his briefs, his cock was semi-hard. He would teach that little twink homo about right and wrong!
Loud in the almost complete silence of an Australian bush deep night, the VW's engine noise was an affront. He turned into the car park. The mini-van's tyres crunched on the gravel. He pulled into one corner, out of sight of the road. He turned the engine off, and sat for a few moments staring out into the darkness. Overhead the sky was a glorious silken black pricked by countless silver stars. He barely noticed. In the quiet, the engine ticked as it cooled.
He always waited at least half an hour. Just in case he'd been followed. The wait was intolerable. And thrilling.
Soon.






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