Take him to the bushes.

You think of that nice, comfortable grass that the bushes hide, look at the grimy floor that was probably covered in human bacteria, and decide to take the effort to drag the boy to the bushes.

You push the gun further into the boys back and growl, “Keep quiet, go where I direct you, and you just might live through the night, you understand?” The young man tries to remain defiantly quiet, so you turn the safety of your gun off. He hears that universally known ‘click’ and breaks out into a sweat, finally stammering out, “O-okay!”

“Shhh!” You hiss, wondering if the young boyfriend was really worth this sort of trouble, but then felt the boy’s well muscled ass (the kid was probably in either high school or college sports) against your already swollen dick and decide, yes, it is.

You push the kid out of the bathroom and start down the sidewalk when…shit! You had forgotten all about the girlfriend, who was still sitting on the bench…and was now chatting casually to two police officers! It happened sometimes, bored cops scouting the park, just in case, but they walked slow and were usually easy to avoid. This time though, the girls eyes wander, and she sees you with her boyfriend, the boy clearly in distress. The police turn around, and just then the boy elbows you in the stomach, running towards them.

You’re a hunter, you’re instinct is to fight; but, you’re also smart, and you know when you’ve been beat. You raise your hands to surrender, once again forgetting something vitally important. The gun is still in your hands.

You’re gun goes up. So does theirs. They were much quicker shots then you were.

[End]