Guys that would make a perfect corpse

[Brian2012]

 

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Time stood still as the boy's rapid, shallow gasps faded away, his eyes gradually unfocused, and his head lowered to his chest. He slid slowly down against the window, unconsciouly thrusting his groin towards me as I sat on the couch, his limp hand dragging tantalizingly over his sleeping shaft.

He'd come over to fool around a bit and try a hit of LSD. We'd spent all day on the former; towards the end I'd pumped him so full of cum we had no need for lube. But it was getting on towards evening and he was eager to get on with it. He must have not enjoyed my "special blend" though, because several minutes later he was panting and dizzy. Man, he panicked when he noticed that instead of growing concerned I grew hard. I watched, idly stroking myself, as he stumbled away across the floor and slumped against the window.

I savored the moment as long as I could while he settled to the ground. Then I pounced. Within seconds I had dragged him to the middle of the room, shot the blinds, ripped off his jock, and sucked his limp shaft as deep as it would go. I was in heaven, running my tongue around the ridge of his head, gliding my hands up his smooth arms to caress his still chest then slide back down over his abs. I coaxed a steady stream of seed from his young manhood, lovingly milking his sac with one rough hand while the other explored lower, testing his entrance in anticipation.

I admit it. He was just one in a long line. But it's new every time. There's just something about the feeling of sinking into a smooth young man, having his tight unresisting body engulf you so you can feel him cool from the inside. I sat back on the couch, hugged him to my chest, gently lowered him onto me - the first position we'd enjoyed that morning, in fact - and prepared for a long night.

~~~~~

Sean was one of a few gymnasts who could've stood between Aaron and an all-state title. What Aaron accomplished through obsessive training, Sean seemed to accomplish through natural talent. Needless to say, Aaron was worried. So worried, in fact, that one early evening while jacking it to pics on a gay hookup site, it took several minutes of pumping his cock to one guy's profile to finally notice that the guy seemed really familiar. Was that... Holy shit. Sean.

What was he doing with a profile on this site? Didn't he think of the risk? Like, what if... and then Aaron had a horrible idea. He wrestled with himself, but weeks of stress had worn him down. One fake profile later and he and Sean were happily swapping pics. Within 20 minutes he had convinced Sean to email him a current picture taken from his cellphone. Sean had had to take it in his bathroom mirror; he'd even teasingly grumbled "oh fine, i'll go put on some undies... you dont get to see the goods yet!! ;-D" But Aaron wasn't paying attention; seconds after he got the image he had extracted the EXIF data... and bingo - Sean's current location, all without their conversation ever even appearing to mention locations or meeting up.

Sean never made it to practice the next day. He was found lying naked and spread eagled in bed, his chest covered in his own dried semen. Apparently someone had gained access to his room, spied on him while he was masturbating, stabbed him in the ear with an ice pick as he was locked in orgasm, and fled. The police were baffled; none of the first floor house doors or windows had been forced, and none of them had been unlocked. None of his house mates had seen anything. Sean's window had been opened to let a breeze in, but there didn't seem to be any way anyone could have climbed up to it. The case went cold almost immediately.

The guilt Aaron expected never came. Strangely, instead he felt exhilerated. Every night he studied the video he had made of Sean's last moments, when he realized his enemy was going to give him a show. His favorite part was right after the ice pick went in; while the rest of Sean's body spasmed and died, his cock came alive again, firing fresh, cannonlike blasts of cum all over his chest. A week later he caught himself studying pictures of the other competitors and had to admit... He needed to feel that rush again.

 

[slpplay]

Wow. hot guys, hot story.

 

[samnitewarrior]

Wow ... everyone of these guys is hot!

 

[HangTime]

Time stood still as the boy's rapid, shallow gasps faded away, his eyes gradually unfocused, and his head lowered to his chest. He slid slowly down against the window, unconsciouly thrusting his groin towards me as I sat on the couch, his limp hand dragging tantalizingly over his sleeping shaft.

He'd come over to fool around a bit and try a hit of LSD. We'd spent all day on the former; towards the end I'd pumped him so full of cum we had no need for lube. But it was getting on towards evening and he was eager to get on with it. He must have not enjoyed my "special blend" though, because several minutes later he was panting and dizzy. Man, he panicked when he noticed that instead of growing concerned I grew hard. I watched, idly stroking myself, as he stumbled away across the floor and slumped against the window.

I savored the moment as long as I could while he settled to the ground. Then I pounced. Within seconds I had dragged him to the middle of the room, shot the blinds, ripped off his jock, and sucked his limp shaft as deep as it would go. I was in heaven, running my tongue around the ridge of his head, gliding my hands up his smooth arms to caress his still chest then slide back down over his abs. I coaxed a steady stream of seed from his young manhood, lovingly milking his sac with one rough hand while the other explored lower, testing his entrance in anticipation.

I admit it. He was just one in a long line. But it's new every time. There's just something about the feeling of sinking into a smooth young man, having his tight unresisting body engulf you so you can feel him cool from the inside. I sat back on the couch, hugged him to my chest, gently lowered him onto me - the first position we'd enjoyed that morning, in fact - and prepared for a long night.

~~~~~

Sean was one of a few gymnasts who could've stood between Aaron and an all-state title. What Aaron accomplished through obsessive training, Sean seemed to accomplish through natural talent. Needless to say, Aaron was worried. So worried, in fact, that one early evening while jacking it to pics on a gay hookup site, it took several minutes of pumping his cock to one guy's profile to finally notice that the guy seemed really familiar. Was that... Holy shit. Sean.

What was he doing with a profile on this site? Didn't he think of the risk? Like, what if... and then Aaron had a horrible idea. He wrestled with himself, but weeks of stress had worn him down. One fake profile later and he and Sean were happily swapping pics. Within 20 minutes he had convinced Sean to email him a current picture taken from his cellphone. Sean had had to take it in his bathroom mirror; he'd even teasingly grumbled "oh fine, i'll go put on some undies... you dont get to see the goods yet!! ;-D" But Aaron wasn't paying attention; seconds after he got the image he had extracted the EXIF data... and bingo - Sean's current location, all without their conversation ever even appearing to mention locations or meeting up.

Sean never made it to practice the next day. He was found lying naked and spread eagled in bed, his chest covered in his own dried semen. Apparently someone had gained access to his room, spied on him while he was masturbating, stabbed him in the ear with an ice pick as he was locked in orgasm, and fled. The police were baffled; none of the first floor house doors or windows had been forced, and none of them had been unlocked. None of his house mates had seen anything. Sean's window had been opened to let a breeze in, but there didn't seem to be any way anyone could have climbed up to it. The case went cold almost immediately.

The guilt Aaron expected never came. Strangely, instead he felt exhilerated. Every night he studied the video he had made of Sean's last moments, when he realized his enemy was going to give him a show. His favorite part was right after the ice pick went in; while the rest of Sean's body spasmed and died, his cock came alive again, firing fresh, cannonlike blasts of cum all over his chest. A week later he caught himself studying pictures of the other competitors and had to admit... He needed to feel that rush again.

Great story! Thanks!!

 

[Brian2012]

 

[ct1970]

hot pics and victims!!!!

 

[Brian2012]

 

[procareer]

Very nice! keep them coming!

 

[Brian2012]

 

[Simondc26]

I want to get my hands on those necks

 

[Brian2012]

 

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I was bouncing with excitement as I carefully pried open the large crate fresh from the taxedermist. There he lay, in all his ageless glory, nestled among thousands of packing peanuts. Posed as though he had just stepped from the shower, just as I'd dreamed. I lovingly ran my hand down his chest, savoring the texture of his cool skin beneath my fingers as I brushed the peanuts away. I couldn't resist giving his thick "semi-hard" shaft an exploratory squeeze, and was delighted to discover that it really felt semi-hard! Perhaps the taxedermist had used some kind of gel? Whatever, he had truly outdone himself this time. He'd even managed to almost completely hide the jagged slash beneath the chin where the knife had severed the carotid.

Now came the best part: deciding where to put him. I think that spot between the twin gogo dancers and the Asian bodybuilder would be perfect. But then he'd go so well next to that Latino pleasuring himself! Decisions, decisions...

 

[michael antony]

The sleek blond with the black briefs pulled partway down is super hot, except for that dumb look on his face. Still, I'd just love to pump some lead into him...

 

[jersum]

Handsome guy!

 

[Lukas]

colton haynes i think

 

[Brian2012]

 

[Brian2012]

 

[Brian2012]

 

[small_dot]

Strangling them is especially convenient for me, but I never liked the panicked, puffy expression it gives the whores. Pushed his tongue in, covered his face with a hat, then finally felt free to really appreciate his body. The slut must have enjoyed it on some level, his fat dick never got soft.

~~~

I know he told me his name at some point... Can't remember what it was, but it was probably a stage-name anyway. Gotta love strippers, they'll do anything for enough money, including letting me tie them to a chair. I'll bet he didn't expect to be gagged with his shirt though. Or find himself in a plastic bag and duck-tape hood while I swallowed his cock to the root. Nothing tastes quite like death cum. Nothing feels quite like burying one's manhood balls deep up a dead whore's ass while his still-firm dick slaps his abs and leaves trails of the last remnants of his vitality.

~~~

Always keep my side-arm with me for just these occasions. Silenced, of course. You never know when you'll come upon a pair of gorgeous hunks going at it back where they think no one will find them. Put a slug through the seated hunk's head right as he came, then quickly offed the cocksucker before he could react. He slumped forward, slamming his dead boyfriend's tool down his throat. My own prick was crying out for release, but decided not to play too much with them when I saw the mess that the slugs had made of the other side of their heads. Decided that jizzing all over the seated hunk's chest and leaving them as a present for someone else to find was a job well done.

~~~

Ugh, was this kid ever going to leave me alone? I already told him I'd been busy with a few studs at the beach, and didn't have any energy left for him. (Naturally I hadn't mentioned what exactly I'd done with those studs and where they were now...) But of course he had to take my reticence as innuendo, and of course he had to try to tempt me with that pic. Hot little body... Oh fine, I guess i had time for one small detour.

...

You know, on reflection I'm glad I made that side trip. Those muscle boys on the beach had drained me pretty dry, so I was doubly impressed at the size of the load the kid's ass had sucked from my cock. Flat on his face on the bed, hands tied behind his back, me lying on top of him, grinding my thick shaft into his tight little ass while i strangled him with his shoelaces... That last little goodbye squeeze his sphincter gave my cockroot. That death-rattle.

And now, no more annoying texts. Granted I'd miss the pleasant anticipation of having him on my to-do list. But hey, you can't have your cake and eat it too.