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Beltway Snipers

This is a work of fiction. The characters in this story are fictional.
Any resemblance between these fictional characters and real ones is
purely coincidental. This work includes various homosexual acts. If you
are offended by this kind of fantasy, please search for something else
to read.

Few people know about the events leading up to the capture of the
beltway snipers in Washington, D.C. or the true nature of the
relationship between the two men. While their actions were
reprehensible, to say the least, in many ways they ordinary men with
ordinary needs they were trying to fulfill.

When the boy, Lee Boyd Malvo, was just 15 he was living in Antigua with
his mother, and found himself drawn to the man his mother had been
dating - John Allen Muhammad. His mother and the forty year-old man
were never really intimate; in fact it seemed that the man was more
interested in Lee than in the woman he was dating.

All his life, Lee longed for the attention of a masculine figure. He
rarely saw his own father and spent most of his childhood being
shuffled back and forth, living temporarily with family members or his
mother's friends. He never spend much time around older male figures.

Lee feared the frequent times when his mother would go off for weeks
- sometimes months - leaving him in the care with other female
adults. He turned inward and kept occupied by reading, writing and
listening to Reggae and Hip Hop; but his deepest passion was to find
someone who could show him the rites of passage to manhood.

When his mother suddenly announced one day that she was sneaking off to
Fort Myers, Florida for a few months, to "get her life together,"
this came as no surprise. But who would take care of the young lad
while she was gone? Lee's anxieties were replaced with anticipation
when he learned that her male "friend," John, was willing to look
after him.

The woman promised that she would send for the boy - maybe in a few
months - after she had time to get settled.

Mr. Muhammad rested a firm hand on the boy's shoulder, and slowly
rubbed the boy's back, while his mother told him of her plans. The
boy looked up at Muhammad and smiled hopefully. He enjoyed the
affection that the man showed for him. He was eager to please Mr.
Muhammad, wishing that some of the older man's strength and
self-confidence would rub off on him.

Muhammad saw that he had a bright, promising young soldier wanting to
follow him. Muhammad did not have any children of his own, and looked
forward to being the boy's surrogate father.

Lee's mother left the two men on the Island and snuck into the United
States on forged documents. John looked after the boy, who was a little
shy and painfully polite. Lee did all the chores that John demanded of
him. He lived in constant fear that this man, like his real father and
all other men in his life, would someday leave him.

He frequently brought the topic up in private conversations the two men
had. One day, when Lee asked if John still liked him and wouldn't
leave him behind, Muhammad shrewdly eyed the fifteen year-old, "Do
you want to be sure that I'll always be with you and that we'll
always be close?"

The boy's eyes lit up, "Yessir."

"Do you want to know what I know and grow up strong and smart like
me?"

 "Yessir."

Muhammad slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick black cock,
"Then suck on this dick until I cum, boy."

Lee was in awe of the man's massive black fuck meat. He had seen
other boy's dicks in public showers and on the beach, and some grown
men too, but he had never seen a grown man's cock that was this big
and thick - and he had never seen one really close up. Now, John
Allen Muhammad's big cock was waving in the young boy's face.

"Suck on this dick, young soldier. Lick on my thick black cock and
become a real man."

Lee sank to his knees in front of his mentor. Lee's hands trembled as
he wrapped them around the man's soft thick cock. The boy slipped the
man's long fuck meat into his tender mouth. The boy's young lips
warmed and moistened the older man's cock, making it grow hard until
it hit the back of the boy's throat. He gagged a little bit, but
continued to suck the man's dick.

The teenager moved his head up and down on the older man's cock,
tasting his precum and licking the man's hairy black scrotum. The man
grabbed the boy by his head and pressed his face in his pubes while he
pumped his stiff cock down the boy's throat.

Lee was careful to cover his teeth with his thick black lips to avoid
scraping them on his hero's hard throbbing shaft. John appreciated
this. He held the boy's head firmly, and pushed and pulled making the
boy suck him harder and faster. His loins twitched and he involuntarily
made quick thrusts in the young boy's mouth. John knew he had found a
good young cocksucker who wanted to be a real trooper.

Lee slurped on the thick hard black cock, bringing the older man to a
wild orgasm. John bucked a few times in the young boy's mouth. A
stream of saliva drooled down the boy's smooth tender teenaged chin,
followed by thick sticky loads of hot fresh cum.

Lee tried to swallow as much of the man's potent juices as he could,
but the man had flooded the boy's mouth with cum and it was more than
the kid could handle.  Lee swallowed globs of John's man-juices and
savored the taste. From that moment he felt the power and the anger of
Mr. Muhammad surging inside of him.

After sucking the older man's dick, the two went outside and Mr.
Muhammad taught the boy how to fire a rifle. John seemed to treat
shooting guns as an extension of shooting his jizz inside of Lee in the
bedroom. Lee fired at trees, tin cans and birds. At first he was almost
as reckless with his rifle as if he were Dick Cheney.

As Lee's body jerked from the force of gun, he was reminded of the
blasts from the older man's dick inside his mouth, showing him the
path to true manhood. Lee fired at targets in the bright sunlight in
the yard, while John fired jizz all over the boy's face in the dim
light of the bedroom.

The men enjoyed the full pleasure of their masculinity. They slept in
the same bed and in the dead of night Muhammad pulled Lee's face to
his crotch so the boy could suck him off to sleep. "Suck on that hard
manhood, boy." Lee slurped on the older man's cock and drew
strength for the act.

The men enjoyed the bonding of their masculinity; blasting their thick
creamy cum in hot sweaty orgasms between the sheets on the tropical
island. John ran his hands over the boy's smooth young arms and legs.
The boy's biceps were developing, growing firmer, more defined and
harder from the vigorous workouts John put the boy through during the
day. The boys smooth young legs were also firm and solid from hours of
distance running.

Lee was rapidly growing stronger with the aid of John's
testosterone-filled protein jizz that he fired on the boy's wet
tongue every night. John hissed at the boy as Lee moved his thick wet
lips up and down the shaft of the older man's dick, "yeahhh, atta
boy; that's just what a good boy is supposed to do."

Lee felt like a proud young trooper sucking his mentor's dick.

Lee's mother didn't send for him until a year later, but the visit
was brief. She was busy with her own life. John seemed to have taken a
healthy interest in the boy, and this was a burden off of her back.
When she saw how strong and disciplined Lee had grown over the year,
she knew that John was giving the boy the kind of masculine experience
and training that only a man could give.

John decided to take Lee as far from his mother, and her influence, as
he could. The two men settled in Bellingham, Washington were they lived
in a homeless shelter. Lee briefly enrolled in a public high school,
but didn't like it very much. John never pressed the boy to continue.


The two men passed the days by lifting weights in the gym and firing on
the rifle range. John admired the young boy's smooth black body
glistening with sweat. At night the two men spent long hours in a
coffee shop talking in low voices and playing chess.

When the coffee shop closed, they returned to the homeless shelter and
snuck into the shower room. Lee got his daily injection of thick manly
protein and he knelt buck naked on the tiled floor and sucked the older
man off. John fired thick hot globs of white cum all over the boy's
black face. The boy's dense bush of nappy hair absorbed some of
John's cum. Lee felt confident and proud whenever his face was
covered with Muhammad's thick white cum.

The only time the boy remembered seeing John somewhat agitated was when
he was caught with a boy his own age, getting his dick sucked. Lee had
just shot a thick load of young teenaged jizz down the boy's throat
when he looked up to see John glaring at them.

John's jealousy overrode his arousal.

When he got Lee alone he cussed the boy out and threatened to leave
him. That night John refused to let the boy suck on his dick or lick
his manly balls. Lee, being a healthy teenager, needed to get off
several times a day now, and wanted to experiment with different
partners - but he also did not want to risk losing the closeness and
bonding he had established with his adoptive "father."

Tears silently ran down Lee's eyes as he slept in his cot at the
homeless shelter that night, fearful that John might abandon him just
as his father and mother had done. Several cots over, however, John was
violently jerking off while replaying the images of Lee shooting his
jizz down his young buddy's throat over and over in his mind.

As much as John was turned on by the scene, he couldn't stand the
thought of sharing his adopted "son's" affections with other boys
and men. He also felt that it could be risky if Lee started spending
too much time with other people, without John knowing about it. John
was in the process of planning a new turn for both of their lives, but
this turn would require the utmost secrecy. He couldn't risk having
Lee confide the details of the plan to anyone.

A few days after John caught Lee with the other boy he decided it was
time to move on. The pair packed up and moved to Baton Rouge. There,
John unveiled his scheme to commit random acts of terror and force
authorities make him a multi-millionaire if they wanted the killings to
stop. John knew he was getting older, and Lee had grown into a bright,
handsome young teenager whom people instantly took a liking to.

It would only be a matter of time before Lee would realize that the
world was his oyster, and his new sexual passions would lead him to
other men and perhaps even women. Bright and attractive as Lee was, he
could probably have anyone he wanted. But if John could score a $10
million pay-off while getting Lee wrapped up in multiple murders, he
could control the boy forever.

The pair moved to the D.C. metropolitan area and purchased an old car
that they converted into a killing machine to snipe at victims through
an opening in the trunk. At night they parked in rest stops and John
and the boy had naked passionate sex like never before.

Their hard black masculine bodies slammed against each other all night.
Lee's tight young manhole took the full length of John's big grown
fuck meat. John banged the boy's black ass until it was sore. The two
men grunted and groaned as the old car shook and rocked with hot
passion under the Maryland trees in the darkness.

They released their frustration and anger on the world by firing sniper
bullets at random victims from the trunk of their car. Then they drove
to a safe hiding place and released their built up sexual tensions and
passions by bumping and grinding their smooth black bodies together
late into the night, covering each other with sweat and cum.

John loved the smell of the young strong teenager in his arms as he
rammed his dick up the boy's ass. He loved the feel of the boy's
solid muscles and his smooth black skin against his hard mature body.
He loved the boy's deep voice and the way the boy grunted with
passion while John fucked between the boy's firm ass cheeks for
hours.

Lee enjoyed the rough and manly attention he was getting from his
adopted "father." He met up to the man's expectations with
precision marksmanship in the field, and he surrendered his thick wet
young lips and tight black ass to his mentor in the back seat of their
killing machine. The boy was utterly devoted to the older man.

It was just after one such passionate fuck session that a trucker spied
the pair's car and noted the license plate that matched the one that
authorities had cautioned people to be on the lookout for. The trucker
quietly notified the police and parked his rig at the exit so that the
sniping duo would be unable to escape if they became wise to the fact
that they had been spotted.

However, there was no danger of that. The sweaty, horny black men had
drifted off into a deep sleep after a long and aggressive fucking
session. The two had had a long day of shooting, ducking authorities
and fucking up a storm in their car.

The automobile smelled of sweat, cum and masculine funk when the
authorities finally closed in on them. They surrounded the dark
automobile and cocked their rifles, prepared for a shootout - only to
find the two brave warriors asleep in each others' arms, sharing the
closeness and vitality of their manhood.

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