("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: hangman.txt (mm, death) Authors name: Kurt Hoffman (c) 1995 Story title : T r u e L o v e ------------------------------------------------------ This work is copyrighted to the author (c) 1995. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non- commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ The day I was to be hanged arrived. A guard called my name, and I shook off a dream of innocent days: impregnating schoolgirls and getting beat for it by my old man. I loved that leather skinned old alco- holic. I was surprised that I'd gotten any sleep at all, but the previous week of wakeful anticipation must have exhausted my body. We were not meant to know the hour of our own death. Indeed, I'd given no warning to the folks at the liquor store before spraying them with bullets. A mercy I figured. The warden indicated that he'd be back to fetch me in an hour. My cell mate lay sleeping. A sailor, tough as nails, but prone to every sort of emotional outburst. One evening, a scrap of yellowing bay leaf in his stew sent him on a poignant monologue about a be- loved dog he once owned and, apparently, cooked for. His cheeks washed with tender tears... he was nonetheless able to rend a scoffer's throat with a sharpened fork. I watched his muscular chest drift softly up and down as he lightly snored. I climbed on top of him and leaned my ear against a meaty pectoral. Warmth... the bristle of his thick chest hair... and a thumping heartbeat... the acrid smell of his body. I turned my mouth to his dark nipple and began to sip it lightly. It shifted a bit. I noticed a slight change in breathing, and saw his eyes gaze down at me through slits. They closed. I began working on the nipple in earnest, sucking it into my mouth and holding it in my teeth. The sailor grunted and pulled me up to his face. "You're going to die to- day." he said, eyes going moist. There was nothing to say. He drew my mouth onto his, and held me very tight, sobbing. I felt his familiar, thick erection grow between us. He offered his tongue, I took it deep inside my mouth as we ground our crotches together. At length, he made a sudden motion, and managed to roll us both over. I spread my legs, bracing them on the low hanging bunk above. He gazed into my eyes and took some spit from his mouth. I reached back with my arms to hold the iron bars of the bed and felt his huge meat press into me. He filled me. He reached down to taunt one of my nipples as he began to pump. I pulled his torso down close and locked my lips on his. He began to pick up the pace. I was not going to last another instant. He planted his mouth over mine, and with one hand, pinched my nose shut. I began to suffocate. Come began to well up in my balls. I felt his dick, which had seemed rock hard, become harder still, and I knew he too was close. He took his other hand and held my throat closed. I felt a thousand carbon dioxide bubbles effervesce in my blood stream and a general dim- ming. I convulsed in orgasm, shooting gust after gust of hot liquid. I could sense his warmth on top of me, in me. Then nothing. Later that morning I was brought, shirtless and reeking, before a jeering crowd of prisoners. The pro- cedure was unremarkable. The hangman confided to me an anecdote about a sports team. A member of the municipal government gave a brief talk, summarizing the benefits of executing me. I looked forward to the moment I would hang boldly before the crowd, displaying my proud erec- tion. I heard in the distance a hysterical weeping. ------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 4