-2- A bad photo

Yibo had been walking through the darkness for over an hour. He knew the way so well by now that he rarely needed to turn on his flashlight. The sounds of the forest hadn't scared him for a long time. Only now and then, when he heard something like a growl, he quickly switched on his flashlight, shone it in the direction the sound came from and then realized that there was nothing there.

When Yibo finally reached the park, he sat on the monument and looked up at the sky. The clouds covered the stars and the moon, but he was still fascinated by this sight. Only when he suddenly noticed voices did he turn his gaze back to his surroundings. Fortunately, he knew this place very well by now and knew where he could hide easily.

Carefully and slowly he walked step by step until he reached one of the big bushes. He meandered between two bushes and hid in the big bush. The voices had come much closer and Yibo became nervous. If they knew half as much about this place as Yibo, they might be able to spot him.

Now he would have liked to turn on his flashlight so that he could at least see something. But he realized that he shouldn't do that because otherwise they would discover him. And these voices do not sound very friendly.

The voices, which belonged to three men, had arrived in the park. They were arguing about some deal that had failed, and which of the three was to blame for the failure of the deal. And as they walked through the park, they shone their flashlights in all directions. They came closer and closer to Yibo's hiding place.

Yibo hardly dares to breathe for fear he would reveal himself. Something flashed in the hand of one of them and under the light of one of the flashlights, Yibo saw that it was a butterfly knife. He swallowed heavily and began to tremble slightly. Should he perhaps crawl out of the bushes and try to get away unseen through the thicket of the other bushes?

When the men stopped in front of his bush, of all places, and shone in all directions again, Yibo almost screamed in his panic. But suddenly someone appeared beside him. He put his hand on Yibo's mouth and indicated with his finger that he should be quiet.

Yibo stared at the man, he wore a black mask, a black baseball cap that was pulled deep into his face, a coat and his hood was on. That's him, it's really him. Thought Yibo and his heart started racing with excitement. Where did he suddenly come from? How did he know that Yibo was hiding there?

When one of the men came so close to the bush that Yibo could hear him breathing, the man next to him lifted his coat, gently pressed Yibo's head against his shoulder and covered him with his coat. Yibo clasped his arms around him. He felt colder than people usually do. Still, he felt safe and secure with him.

After a few minutes, Yibo heard the three men leave again. Still he clung tightly to his protector who had put his arm around him and held on tightly.

Ten minutes later, the three men were gone. Yibo wanted to turn on his flashlight, but the man shook his head. "Leave it off." He whispered.

"Who are you? What is your name?" Yibo wanted to know.

"None of that matters."

"But..."

"Believe me, it's better if you don't know."

"Then may I at least take a picture of you?"

"What for?"

"So I know I wasn't just dreaming."

"Well, I guess nobody believed you then, did they?"

"Yeah. Not even my father."

"Well, you can take a picture. But I think it's gonna be a bad photo."

"So I can still take the picture?"

"What do I get in return?"

"What will you have?"

"I'll show you then." Said the stranger.

Yibo took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket, pointed it at the stranger's face, pressed the shutter button and the flash appeared. The stranger was right, it became a bad photo. But, it is already more than he had ten years ago. And at least he sees the eyes of the man on it.

When Yibo had put the cell phone away, the darkness seemed to have become even darker. He asked the stranger, "And what do you want for it now?"

The stranger came close to Yibo, covered his eyes and the next thing Yibo felt was that the stranger was kissing him. He wanted to end the kiss immediately, push the man away. But he could not do it. Instead, he put his arms around his body and went for the kiss. He returned the kiss and when the stranger took his hand off Yibo's eyes, he just left his eyes closed.

Yibo felt how he became greedy for the lips of the stranger. He hoped the kiss would last for all eternity. But after maybe two or three minutes, the man released the kiss, pulled his mask back into his face and Yibo sighed disappointed. "Why?" He finally asked.

"Because it became difficult to hold me back." The stranger replied and stroked Yibo on his cheeks.

"What do you mean?"

"You have become a handsome young man. You are no longer the frightened boy you were." Yibo was only interested in why the man did not continue.

"I was only 13 years old at the time." Yibo replied.

"Mm, innocent 13 years old. And now, ten years later, you're standing here in the middle of a deserted park at night with a stranger, and you let him kiss you."

"I am no longer a child. And I liked it. I like you."

"But you don't even know what I look like."

"I know what your eyes look like. And how your lips feel. And besides, you're also in a deserted park, kissing a stranger."

"I guess you're right. But I am older than you. And I can fight."

"Back then, you were shot. It must have hurt, but you didn't even flinch."

"It was the adrenaline."

"And how did you get inside the house? You didn't come through the door and you were there at the right time, just like now."

"I can't explain everything that you want to know. Some things should stay hidden."

"Can I see you again?"

"You have the picture of me now."

"But, but I want to see you. Not this pixelated picture."

"If you really want to see me again, stay home tomorrow night, open a window and I'll come to you."

"Will you still take me home? And, may I hold your hand?"

"Oh, my dear, you walk here every night and now you need my protection and my hand?"

"No, I just want you with me a little longer."

"Well, then come on, take my hand and I'll lead you home." The man replied. Yibo reached for his hand and they went off.

When Yibo suddenly got tired on the way home and his legs felt heavy as lead, the man took him on his back and carried him the rest of the way home. While Yibo put his head on the man's shoulder and had the feeling that with him by his side, he would certainly not have any nightmares.

Just before they came out of the darkness, the man stopped, let Yibo stand up again and told Yibo to close his eyes. Yibo did it with a beating heart. The man put both hands, on Yibo's cheeks and kissed him again. Immediately Yibo wrapped his arms around the neck of the man, pulled his head tighter, pressing his body very tightly against the man's.

Without being able to explain it, he longed for so much more from this man than just a kiss. His body began to tremble with excitement as he felt how much he longed for more. The man touched Yibo's butt with both hands and kneaded his butt cheeks while Yibo pressed and rubbed his body against him. Soft moans escaped his mouth and the lust, the man rose in him, reaching an almost unbearable level.

The longer they stood there, kissing and touching each other, rubbing their bodies together, the closer Yibo came to what he calls a highpoint. His moaning grew louder and louder and finally he collapsed exhausted in the man's arms. The man straightened his mask again, lifted Yibo onto his arms and carried him home.

Only at Yibo's front door did he let him down again and whispered: "Go upstairs, go to sleep and don't walk alone through the forest and this park anymore. It is too dangerous for you." Yibo nodded.

The light above the front door went out for a moment, and when it came back on, the man had disappeared. Yibo looked around, but he was gone.

When Yibo was upstairs in his apartment, he went to shower and then lay down in his bed. Why had he let the man kiss him and suddenly couldn't get enough of him? Why couldn't he hold himself back anymore? And since when has a man had such an effect on him?

A/N: It is clear who the stranger man is, we already know it. But who or what is he? What do you suspect? Tell me in the comments. 🧐