Taking Down the Cutie -- A Story of Perverse Love

[Grey]

Part I​

I slowed the car down.

There was a slight jerking halt, but overall, it was pretty smooth sailing.

I reclined the seat back, I slide a pair of sunglasses down over my eyes, and shifted in my seat to hide an obvious erection.

Ethan was across the parking lot. He leaned over a rail, looking out to the ocean. I could only see his back, but I felt he was enjoying the view. I knew I was.

Ethan wore a tight v-neck shirt that defined his curves and body. His shoulders, his back strained against the fabric. His arms, thick and heavy with muscle, lay across the rail. I believe I saw tufts of hair near the ends of the sleeves. It was gold like his hair. What I enjoyed most was his ass. Rock hard, and tight. The jeans clung all too intimately. Nice thick thighs of meaty muscles.

Then he turned towards me. He couldn't see me, but I could see him.

God.

If I thought his ass was hot, his chest was definitely smoldering. It looked alive. The coy, playfulness of his chest hair as it branched out his v-neck collar. His nipples as they showed themselves past his shirt. The clear stiff protest. A line of sweat trailed down his neck and followed along the curves of his abs. Hair peeked out from over Ethan's belt, a wisp of blonde hair. And as Ethan turned to walk away, the waistline of his boxers showed. Calvin Klein.

I smiled despite myself.

Part II​

I followed him, my dick tucked under my belt, the head wetly wiping against my pubic hair. My heart thumping heatedly in my heart. I came around the corner, a soft moist heat brushed against me.

Ethan was in the shower room. He already stripped and was in the process of pulling off his pants. His boxers were black, and when he stood up, his pants in his hand, his dick flopped out.

"Sorry, dude," he said. He gave me an apologetic smile. His hand pulling his boxers up, the other hand pulling his penis back in. And with that Ethan walked off to his locker and took out his swimming trunks.

I watched all of this, my penis suffering under the enormous strain of excitement. I gave a dry laugh and I quickly ducked into a stall where I spend the next minute listening to Ethan dress and leave.

When the door clicked close, I came out and gave a brief glance around the room. No one was here. I walked over to Ethan's locker. Pulling out some delicate tools I've collected the past few weeks, I tweaked at the lock, pausing mid-action every time I heard a noise. And after a minute of lock picking, the locker opened.

I took out his shirt.

It was the white v-neck he wore earlier. There were still stains of sweat and the fabric warmed my hands. My fingers ran over it. Over where his nipples were. I buried my face into his chest. I breathed in the sweat and pressed my lips over the wet sweat stains. My other hand came along the back where I imaged his strong back would be. I grind myself against him. My hand trailing down his spine, feeling along the rising curve of his ass. And as I pressed him closer to me, my hand came over my erect penis. I gasped into the shirt, my mouth sucking in his scent, and I dry humped his shirt against the metal lockers. A continuous clang of metal rang throughout the empty locker room, and my gasp as I came in my pants ended the symphony of lust.

I washed off any rogue stains of semen from his shirt and tossed it back to the locker. I readjusted my package and gave the place a good wipe down.

Part III​

I dug around in Ethan's pants pocket, not really looking for anything specific, but looking nonetheless.

For the most part I found spare change, receipts, and a few sticks of spearmint gum. Then I found his wallet, then his house keys, and then his condoms.

Magnum Armor. X-large. Unopened and new. Golden wrapper practically shining, the words boldly pronouncing Ethan's endowment.

Then there was the Trojan. X-large. Ribbed for her pleasure. Open. It was stuffed away in his wallet pocket, the lubricant staining the leather and left a greasy residue.

I turned the magnum in my fingers. The image of his dick reviving in my mind. It was red and hung like a loose python--thick and heavy.

His house keys.

I could have some fun tonight, I thought.

AUTHOR'S NOTE​

Hey, this is my first story on cutedeadguys and I hope you enjoyed my story -- I had fun writing it -- and if you want to me to continue, I will gladly do so. Please comment and critique -- I hope to get better! Thank you.

-- Grey

 

[HangTime]

Grey, you simply CANNOT stop here, that would be inhuman! I'm loving every second so far, and I want to continue on your journey with Ethan. Please continue.

 

[Grey]

Part IV​

I pulled back into the parking lot across the communal showers. I copied Ethan's keys at a local locksmith shop. I gave people a smile that was not at all fake. I ran through a list in my mind. Cameras, sleeping pills, duct tape, pocket knife, rope, lube, condoms, a mask, and a vibrator. I'm going to enjoy this, I madly recited to myself. I'm going to enjoy this.

And here I was, back in the parking lot. I couldn't see Ethan anywhere. He had no truck or car parked by, he came walking today -- somedays he rode a longboard.

I walked into the locker room and slipped past changing men. Most old, some young and toned, but Ethan wasn't among them, so I walked on till I came to his locker. Through the locker's grill I dropped in Ethan's keys, hoping he doesn't think anything amidst. And with that, I left the locker room and ran into Ethan. He didn't see me, he had no reason to notice me.

Besides he was talking with a girl.

She was a pretty thing, I guess. I wouldn't know. She had curves in the right places, a bursting chest of fake breast. She literally glowed orange with a horrendous sun tan. Her teeth, a surprising white against her dark skin, showed through a wide smile. She, all so "seductively," twirled her pale hair in her fingers. Her knee rubbing against her inner thigh as she laughed at what Ethan said. Her free hand moving up to his hair, plucking a stray lock, then trailed along Ethan's abs.

With a coy grin, the girl slipped a finger under Ethan's trunks.

"Let's get out of here," she whispered.

Ethan, now that I looked, was enjoying this. His face flushed and his eyes wide with arousal. He gave a smile. God, he was shirtless. Tanned, olive skin glistening with sweat. Along his face, his stubble ground against the girl as he drew her into a kiss. His large hands ran through her hair. I listened as Ethan moaned and saw his tongue slipped in and out. His mouth moved with each heated kiss. He pushed the girl against the wall, his pelvis thrusting rhythmically with the kiss, and as I expected a full exposure of intense foreplay, Ethan stopped and mouthed words to the girl. Then he turned towards me, noticing me finally, gave me a wink, as his hand went down to re-adjust a growing bulge that grew along side his thigh.

Fucking. Hot.

Part V​

I left Ethan at the locker room. I wasn't in the right shape to see an Adonis strip to his boxers with an erect monster.

Besides, the girl with the hideous tan gave me the stink eye and walked away.

I left a minute later. I didn't want to risk being seen by Ethan, and right now he was dressing. It would take a while for him to return home. In the meantime, I was gonna check and see what kind of man Ethan was, shit, did I spoil anything?

Well, you'll find out later.

So I went to Ethan's apartment. It was a four-story building, built in the early 1900s, but that isn't important. I saw Ethan here in the morning when he leaves for his morning run. Always shirtless and clad in shorts, but with only binoculars, it was certainly better to see him at the beach.

Room 314. I walked in, the keys worked perfectly. A aroma of sweat and Old Spice perfumed the apartment. The blinds were closed. The place was a mess. Clothes were littered on the ground. Boxers, pants, shirts, socks. I picked up a jockstrap. Stained with dried sweat and an off color yellow. I gave it a lick, then immediately dropped it.

I saw his bed. It turns out it was a one-roomed apartment, one room leading to the common area. His bed was an over-glorified futon with wrinkled blankets and a rumpled pillow. His closet held a mound of clothing, possibly dirty, possibly clean, but slightly closed and shrouded in shadow.

I rummaged in his dresser, looking for the obvious. A cache of condoms and lube.

I suppose I should have gone for his underwear drawer, but I toyed with the wrapped latex with a mixture of arousal and admiration. Finally, I tore one open. The gold wrapper still looked regal and large. I pulled down my pants. My erect dick slinging up with the freedom. I rolled the magnum over my own dick, it was rather easy -- it hung loose enough to go over easy, but was tight enough to convince me I could wear it. I wasn't fooled. This wasn't meant for me. It was for Ethan and his cock. It would stain by sheer girth alone, and would be tested with each forceful thrust.

I pumped myself as I thought of Ethan. I collapsed on his bed, my face buried into his pillow. A scent of hair and sweat. A grabbed at his blanket.

"Ethan, Ethan," I breathed with each pump. My thumb rubbing against the head. Then I laid a top his bed, thrusting against the sheets. I shut my eyes and bit down on his pillow and I came.

When I cleaned up, I went to his closet and hid in the dark corner.

I held the condom in my hand. I liked the smell of the latex and I squeezed at the tip, the semen being pushed here and there.

I heard the front door unlock, then open. A girlish laugh and I heard Ethan say:

"Like what you see?"

Then the door closed. A few footsteps later and the couple fell on the bed with a fleshy slap and I watched as Ethan began to fondle with the girl's breasts.

 

[HangTime]

Awesome continuation! Continue! Get that young man!! Make him yours!!

 

[edward1955]

Great. As HG says, make him yours. He deserves it. Good fictional writing.

 

[edward1955]

I mean non-fictional. LOL

 

[forumog]

As you should do more.

 

[SireUri]

*argh* it seems to be stategic, to only give parts of the story.

CONTINUE PLEASE