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As he stepped out, the gun was heavy in his hands. The weight of the metal was cold against his palms, but the weight of his choice was warm within him, He had no doubts or reservations about what he intended to do. His backpack was filled and the bullet casings marked. The man he followed was evil and a message needed to be sent. The world was watching, the camera placed to catch everything that was about to unfold. They would know exactly why he made this choice,
The man didn’t notice him as he held up the gun, aiming at his victim. Alone on the street just the two of them, he pulled the trigger.
Time froze as the shot rang out.
The man didn’t seem to register the first bullet tearing through his body.
The second shot had him staggering.
Not yet collapsing, but soon he would fall.
The third shot finished the job.
The man was denied his final step and met the pavement with a fleshy thud.
He took only a brief moment when the gun was lowered to survey his work before he took off, fleeing the scene of his crime.
The moment he entered Central Park, a sense of calm overtook him. The necessity to run faded and he shifted gears. The park was beautiful at night and Luigi loved looking at the stars beyond the trees. Although just moments before he had taken a life, he felt no different. The same man that made the plan was the same man that enacted it. But something about it all sent a tingling through his body amidst the eerie calm. He ran his hands through his hair, gripping it slightly. The pressure from him gently pulling his own hair was enough to decide what he was going to do next.
With a quick glance around him, Luigi found a spot by a tree where he could still look up and see the sky. He unzipped his jacket as he leaned against the tree. He could feel himself hardening in his pants as he slipped his hands beneath his shirt to feel his toned body. The firm abs he traced with his fingers before grabbing his tits. He was proud of his body and his pecs most of all. They were pronounced and made him feel manly as he gave each of his nipples a tight twist. The overly sensitive spots always made his cock leak when a partner would touch and pinch them. Tonight it was just himself and the blood on his hands.
He left his right hand to grope his own tits and slid his left down his muscular body to massage his boner through the fabric. He had just killed a man and down he was playing with himself in the foliage of Central Park. He had just killed a man and all he could think to do was wrap his hand around his thickening cock. Without even caring about who could possibly witness, he reached into his pants and beneath his tight boxers to touch his dick.
A louder than intended moan broke the sounds of night in the park as his bare blood stained hand made contact with his cock. He didn’t care anymore what sounds he made. Getting caught jerking off in public would be the lesser crime that he committed that night.
Not bothering to push his pants down, Luigi simply pulled his thick cock out of its confines of the fabric and let it slap against his lower abs. The sound it made was sinful and erotic, edging the man deeper into his carnal desires. He traced a single finger along the bottom of his dick, from his heavy hairy balls to the head, sticky and dripping with his precum. He used that same finger to collect some of his juices and brought it to his mouth. Luigi savored the salty flavor, one he had tasted often from others and himself. He sucked on his fingers, imagining it was his own cock he was sucking. The pinnacle of his achievement. Slaying the man who had caused so much strife and rewarding himself with the worship of his own dick. Luigi pictured himself on his knees in this park, pulling out his own member and licking the tip.
He shuddered with the erotic thought and brought his hand back to his cock. It was thick, most girls couldn’t wrap their hands completely around it and many of the guys struggled with it as well. He loved watching a gorgeous girl or a whorish twink lower their holes down and praise him for his massive girth. His rough hands fit perfectly around his thickness, the sensation causing groans into the night air.
Luigi gave his tit another sharp pinch as he started speeding up the strokes on his cock. He kept his eyes open to watch his hand bring himself pleasure. The faint light of the city in the distance was glinting off his precum covered cockhead. It was gorgeous and the beauty of his own member had him leaking more.
As his strokes became smoother as he lubed himself with his own juices, he abandoned his nipple with a twist to bring it down to his heavy ball sack. He massaged his two large balls with a moan. If only he was able to drop to his knees and take them into his own mouth. He pictured two of himself on either side of his cock, servicing his balls and shaft simultaneously. It was self-indulgent he knew, but he had decided that this night of sin was one for self-indulgence.
He felt the pressure building within himself and right before he climaxed, Luigi removed his hand and just let the cool air caress his warm cock. He gripped himself at the base of his cock and gave himself a moment to catch his breath, come back from that edge.
After he felt the tension subside, he began to stroke himself and play with his balls. This time he reached around back to cup his supple ass. It was muscular like the rest of him and covered with a layer of brown hair. He gave himself a rough squeeze before moving his hand into the sweaty crack. Not wasting any time, Luigi pressed three fingers into his tight asshole. He gasped as he fingered himself, fucking himself on his fingers.
He imagined it was his own cock he was fucking himself on. A second him that came up behind him to shove his thick girth deep within his own ass. Three fingers wasn’t enough to accurately represent his cock’s true size but it was close enough for him. He teased the rim before pushing them back inside himself one at a time, leaking more with each finger.
As his fingers found that special spot within his hole, he could feel the climax approaching once again. He raced it to the edge, speeding on both sides. Allowing himself to lean into the pleasures that he was feeling to the max. In that moment he was fucking himself, sucking himself, fingering himself, jerking himself, and watching himself all at once. It was the intensity of the situation combined with what he had just done. He was reaching his peak once more.
He held off once more. Removing his hand from his cock but leaving his fingers deep within his hairy hole. He was successful in staving off the orgasm…until he heard the sirens in the distance. Luigi wasn’t sure if he was actually hearing them or simply hallucinating them. Either way, the gravity of the situation set and the eroticism was too much to stop.
With a low moan, Luigi watched as his dick began to shoot his thick cream to the ground and all over his hand. He continued stroking through the pumps of cum, a load like no other spewing from his meat. When at last the ripples of pleasure ceased from flooding his body, Luigi brought both of his hands to his mouth, one covered in his warm seed and the other in his ass sweat. He lovingly licked and sucked them clean, reveling in his debauchery and his own flavor.
When his hands were completely clean of his juices, damp only with saliva, he put his softening cock back into the soft fabric of his black boxer briefs. He gave himself a satisfactory rub through the pants as he noticed the large amount of his load that was present on the ground.
Luigi Mangione tightened his grip on the straps of his backpack and smiled as he moved to the next step of his plan.