[BOYFRIENDS KILLER]
After running thirty minutes away from the killer, the boyfriends found an empty house in town. They hid there.
Two hours ago, they attended a gay barn party. The theme was business wear. So, the had their suit on and danced with the other gays from their town.
Suddenly, somebody barged into the barn with a gun and started firing shots.
They panicked and started running. Thirty minutes away from the hate crime, was that small house they found. They were sweaty, so they opened up their buttoned shirts.
The partner with in the brown slacks started sobbing.
The one in black pants touched his thigh, "are you okay?"
"No. It was so scary," he replied, "I thought I was gonna."
"We're here. We live. We're safe now," said black pants.
They kissed.
It was not long until their tender kisses turned more passionate. Their panic completely quelled down and they started undressing.
They fucked in that quaint home. It was a surreal intercourse. They were feeling so many things and these just heightened their pleasure.
After their love making, they explored the house. They were able to get wine. They shared it while hanging around the dining table.
"We should be out here after this. People might be worried about us," said brown pants.
"Yes. But shit. This wine is good. Let's take some," black slacks joked.
The door of the house suddenly opened. And to their horrors, it was the killer.
"WHAT ARE YOU FAGS DOING IN MY HOUSE?!" shouted the killer. He had no more guns and weapons with him.
The couple stood up and panicked. One of them threw broke the wine bottle and threw it at the killer.
"AAAARGH!" the killer groaned, his chest bleeding.
The couple embraced as they stood in front of the hate criminal's lifeless body.
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