Adam had long been in the habit of stalking the muscular young men to whom he was attracted. He would light on one particular boy and follow him relentlessly, especially if he worked out. If he got the chance, he would swipe some article of clothing; he had a number of jockstraps, briefs, and sock, but his prizes were the shoes.
Adam was a Creeper—psychologically incapable of a physical (or emotional, for that matter) relationship with another male, particularly those to whom he was attracted, he instead tracked them down and infiltrated their lives without them ever becoming aware of his presence in their homes. Sometimes, he even got in while they were sleeping. Sometimes, he stared down at their unconscious forms and beat off, spraying long ropy strands of cum across the bed or the floor…
The focus of his attention was always a twink of a certain type but, within that type, was usually chosen at random; in this case, Adam had had been on his way to troll a nearby gym that always had a hot clientele. On this occasion, though, the disturbed youth didn’t even have to go inside the building—something caught his attention in the parking lot. Something that gave him a new focus.
The kid was exactly Adam’s type—young, firm, and built but not jacked. The boy had dark hair and under a blue jacket be sported a gray t-shirt and black shorts. He was standing several rows away, so Adam didn’t have a clear view, but the kid had an almost Asian look. Even at this distance, though, Adam could see the boy, while strong and muscled, was neither as tall nor as developed as he was.
That was what Adam liked—someone slightly younger, slightly smaller. He’d track the kid, maybe steal his kicks and get off on imaging the boy wearing while he—
Adam wasn’t quite ready to finish the sentence, even in his own mind.
At that moment, another dude appeared. He was older and incredibly buff; in fact, his hulking form was even more developed compared to Adam’s than Adam’s was to the kid in the blue jacket. The two distant figures huddled together for a while before separating, something in the body language indicating the older man was dominant. If the hot twink had had a tail, he would have wagged it as he climbed into a red pickup, and Adam realized that a hookup was about to happen. He scrambled back to his car.
Backing out of his space, he caught a glimpse of his face in the rear-view mirror. It was an unusually open and innocent face—Adam was only twenty-three—with bright hazel eyes ringed with long lashes. Tilting the mirror, he checked his gleaming red-gold hair; cut relatively short in what was nearly a flattop, it was the same color as the short stubble covering his cheeks.
He’d dressed for the gym himself, his hard, bulging biceps well-displayed in a navy-blue tank top stretched across his broad, buff chest. Under that, his huge thighs were covered by a pair of Nike Phenom shorts, gray with a black liner visible underneath. On his feet were a tightly laced pair of Puma Cell running kicks, white with black stripes.
The red Ford truck caught his eye; it was almost out of the lot. He accelerated to catch up but a light-colored car was in front of him. As it pulled out of the lot and turned in the same direction the truck had, Adam realized that he was following the older dude, who was himself following the kid. He also realized he recognized the car; it was usually parked a couple of blocks over from where he lived. It wasn’t a huge neighborhood; there couldn’t be that many champagne-colored 1978 Camaros—and assuredly no others in such mint condition, right down to the tinted t-tops.
It didn’t take too long for the convoy to reach its destination, a condo complex with which Adam was unfamiliar. Noting the spaces into which the two other vehicles pulled, he parked on the other side of the lot. He waited to get out of his car until he saw the two male figures, both strong and well-built–but one much more so than the other–vanish down the sidewalk into the complex. Adam made it to the corner just in time to see them enter the last unit on the left.
Then he turned around and walked away.
After approaching the Camaro and noting the plate number, Adam returned to his car and waited. He wanted to see what would happen with the lean, muscular Asian youth he’d spotted; maybe he could even sneak in after and collect some trophies—those Nike Fingertrap Max kicks the boy were looked good. Adam could imagine himself jacking off and blowing a load while wearing them. There was something about this kid that interested the buff but perverted collector. He was prepared to wait for quite a while.
As it turned out, he waited about an hour before he became distracted. Adam had kept a sharp eye out; there wasn’t much foot traffic. At one point early on, a harried-looking woman with an armful of groceries had bustled quickly down the walk. She was soon followed by a youth who suddenly diverted his interest; the boy had coppery blond hair just barely visible under a dark hoodie jacket with the sleeves jammed up past his elbows. Beneath that, gray shorts flashed in the dim glow of the security lights; there must have been a metallic shading to them.
Losing his focus, Adam got out of his car. It was a bad idea, he knew, but this one was too hot not to track. Maybe he’d sneak into this dude’s place too, jack off over his sleeping form like he’d done that one time…
Wrenching his mind back to the task at hand and ignoring his throbbing erection as best he could, Adam crept back around the corner to the walkway to see which unit this stud would enter. He was utterly nonplussed when the hard, lean young stud entered the last unit on the left—the one the other two had gone into.
Returning back to his car, a dozen possible scenarios played out in Adam’s sick mind, each one more perverse and erotic in his mind. Were these dudes partners? Was a fuckin’ orgy goin’ on in there?
He leaned back, resting his head against the car window. Closing his eyes, the hard-bodied introvert wondered what the older dude was doing with the boys. Maybe he was doing something to them. With a smile on his handsome face, Adam began to imagine what he’d do to them if he had them, helpless, yielding, unable to resist…
When he woke up, nearly an hour and a half had passed. He hadn’t planned on falling asleep but he’d been up late the night before snatching that one kid’s undies. He’d stood in the boy’s room with his cock out, pulling back the blanket—
And then the kid started to wake up. He’d fled, but he’d collected his prize.
Well, it had cost him now. He had no idea what was going on at this point; getting back out of his car, he rubbed his eyes and stretched his strong but stiff muscles. Looking around the lot, he noticed that the classic Camaro was gone.
So the big stud had left. Adam’s curiosity was aroused as to what he’d left in his wake. The older dude had been larger and better built than Adam himself; the hot young twinks must be worn the fuck out, so to speak—and that meant they’d sound asleep.
He headed quickly towards the darkened unit, his Pumas padding quietly down the walk. The thought of spraying his load across their hot, insensate forms had already gotten his dick hard.
As he approached, Adam was disconcerted to see that lights were still on in the unit. He was even more startled to see that the front door was slightly ajar. For a moment, a long moment, he paused; he had an undefinable feeling…
Then he crossed the threshold and changed his life forever.
The unit was small, but nice. A living room to the right, an open space on the left with a desk and a small table—and dead ahead, a short hallway with a pair of doorways at the end; a faint glow of light came from the one on the right. No one was visible and the condo was eerily silent.
Creeping forward down the hall Adam soon reached the lit doorway. He peered around the corner—and his whole world was rocked. He could only gaze, stunned and slack-jawed, at the scene in front of him.
At first, the buff young pervert thought he’d walked in on the two twinks having sex; they were on the floor, nude. The blonde kid was on top, his mouth open and full of thick cock. From his position, Adam couldn’t see the face of the kid on the bottom but the single Nike Fingertrap shoe on his right foot identified him as the Asian boy.
It took Adam a good ten seconds to realize that there was something wrong with the erotic tableau. It was silent and motionless—and there was something wrong with the blond’s eyes; they were rolled back, glazed, staring sightlessly towards the ceiling…
The realization that they were dead flashed through Adam’s body like an electrical bolt; almost literally a sensation of shock…that was not unpleasant.
Nor was the throbbing of his hard shaft.
Suddenly, one of the bodies moved. Adam jerked, visibly startled, but a closer looked showed him that the boys were so freshly dead that the corpses were still kicking. And that was when full understanding washed over his hard, muscled form.
He had exactly what he’d always wanted, a hot young twink helpless before him—two, actually—unable to resist his sick, twisted desires…
Reaching into his Nike shorts, Adam grasped his thick, pulsing dick and pulled it out, brandishing it like a weapon as he approached the quivering pile of meat. No more jacking off. He’d never had sex with a man before. It was time. Finally, it was time.
He pulled the blond kid’s head up off the somehow still-hard cock on which it was stuck and shoved his body off of the Asian kid; the blond was hot but it was the latter he was really after. As the dead twink rolled off onto the floor, Adam could see the boy’s face, swollen and fading from purple to cyan, covered with a white crust of semen.
Revealed under him, the slim but muscled Asian youth had also been obviously strangled to death. What appeared to be a thin leather band was cinched tightly around the kid’s throat, but it was sunk in too deeply for Adam—who hadn’t seen the boy closely enough earlier to notice his choker—to figure out what it was. At the moment, it didn’t matter anyway. What matter was that Adam now had the little punk’s hot, hard body all his own, to use as he wished…
First, he wanted to add to his collection, though. The dark-haired corpse still sported one Nike Fingertrap; after a glance around the room, Adam spotted the other, nearly hidden in the tangled bedclothes.
It took no more than a minute to slip out of his own Pumas and into the Nikes. Then he returned to the body, ready to fuck the corpse while wearing the dead kid’s own kicks.
He bent down and lifted the youth; the kid was well-built and it took more effort than Adam anticipated to raise him up to the bed. As the body slumped forward, the head lolled forward limply onto the chest, showing how the kid’s neck had been snapped. Adam didn’t care; his dick swelled and throbbed as he held the fit, sinewy, cooling corpse tightly in his arms before tossing it halfway onto the bed, facedown, with the smooth bubble butt at the edge and the legs dangling to the floor.
Holding his dark, pulsing shaft in one hand, he slapped it into his open palm, stiffening it further as he moved in. The boy’s ass was covered with a fine dark haze of almost invisible fuzz; the firm cheeks lightly smeared with a mix of cum and blood. It was clear his hole had been recently brutalized, but the thought of sloppy seconds didn’t put Adam off.
There was almost no resistance as he mounted and penetrated the corpse. He was well hung himself, more than six inches of throbbing manmeat, but the boy had already been thoroughly reamed out. It still didn’t matter. Digging the dead kid’s own Nikes into the carpet, he shoved his rod up the punk’s colon; he could feel occasional twitches as the still-quivering corpse passed through the final few minutes of its death throes.
Hunched over the athletic teen’s body, Adam’s muscular form heaved and bucked as he impaled the boymeat. The only sounds to break the deathly silence of the condo were Adam’s visceral grunts and the rutting, smacking sound of flesh slapping together. The buff young pervert was still clothed, his gray shorts around his ankles and sweat darkening his already-dark tank top. His coppery gold hair glinted in the light as he rode the helpless, inert form of the dead twink to orgasm.
Adam cried out inarticulately as his hot, spurting jizz injected a last moment of warm life into buff Asian boy’s ass. Panting and shuddering, he found himself pounding the boy’s back, involuntarily driving his fist into the cooling slab of flesh pinned under him.
After a bit, he was back in control. He pulled out of the corpse, the spade-shaped head of his still-swollen cock accompanied by an oozing wad of spunk. Standing up, he took a step and was staggered by a wave of vertigo so intense, he had to reach out and steady himself against the wall.
The sensations that accompanied his first physical sexual encounter with another person were overwhelming. He found himself dazed and trembling, awash in an erotic warmth that kept pearls of cum dripping from his curving, semi-soft rod.
Almost instinctively, Adam knelt and picked up a small gym bag that was on the floor, partially hidden under the other kid’s body. The collecting desire was still in force; pivoting, he grabbed the blonde’s thick, furry calves and manhandled his legs, now cold and still, into a more convenient position. Unlacing the Nike Flight Falcon kicks, he slipped the gray and white hightops into the bag.
This time, when he stood up, he wasn’t dizzy. Tossing the bag onto the bed, he stepped out of his short and crossed the room, his shadow elongated to the side from the single lamp. Crossing the hall into the bathroom he found the dim light just sufficient for him to wash off his dick.
Back in the bedroom, he retrieved the bag from the bed and added his own Pumas to it. He thought briefly about adding the socks as well but, while the blond twink had his pair, the Asian hunk was missing one of his—and it didn’t seem to be anywhere around. Since he was planning on wearing the latter’s kicks home anyway, he zipped the bag up and headed to the door.
In the doorway, he turned and took a look back. The blond was on the floor, his arms by his sides, his legs slightly bent. The young, fit, Asian stud was still lying face-down on the bed, his legs hanging off the bed with the feet curled so that the soles were visible—well, one; the other still had a ped sock. A fresh layer of spunk glistened on the pale globes of the corpse’s asscheeks.
Sighing deeply with pleasure, Adam left the bedroom and then the condo itself. He’d been so fixated on fucking the Asian that he’d almost forgotten about the blond boy. And that was a shame.
The blond was straight. And he’d been skullfucked, not assfucked. Adam had missed a virgin fuckhole, and he never knew it.
On the other hand, he did know a killer.
He confirmed it the next day. He thought he’d seen the Camaro parked a few blocks from his apartment; the plate number proved him right.
From then on, it was easy to stalk the deadly stud once Adam knew what he was looking for; both the killer’s car and his well-built physique stood out. It was easy to follow him in a crowd; it was easy enough to follow him to the park.
Adam took notice of the kid he was meeting—dark-haired, with a slim swimmer’s build, the kid wore gray shorts and a pair of Nikes, blue and fluorescent yellow, but nothing else. His broad, smooth chest glistened with sweat in the strong sunlight, highlighting the star tattoo on his left pectoral muscle.
Adam himself had slipped his own Pumas back on; in black jersey shorts and a simple white cotton t-shirt, he was able to keep the two dudes in sight ahead of them on the jogging path. Putting his creeping skills to good use by making sure he was well back in the shadows, he was able to see them head for the park restroom.
He knew. All he had to do was wait, and he knew the slim, fit young boy would be his…yielding, helpless, all his…
His knowledge and confidence were shaken when an older man, strolling along the path with his wife, turned aside and went into the bathroom. Rigid with anticipation, Adam counted out several tense minutes until the man emerged. His expression was neutral, his reactions normal—nothing to indicate he’d walked in on a hot rape and snuff.
The second dude to go in, a long, lank solitary jogger, also came out unperturbed. Adam’s confusion increased. He couldn’t see the actual door to the men’s room from his position; had they really entered it or were they off fucking in the woods somewhere?
The well-built young pervert tried to keep a lid on his rising anxiety levels. What if he’d been wrong this time? He’d been crouching in the underbrush long enough for his powerful legs to grow stiff; if he’d been wasting his time…
Wait. There he was—the muscular older stud. He had just walked into view around the corner of the building; after glancing around surreptitiously, he set off jogging back down the path. Adam watched the well-built man as the latter headed to the park; his eyes taking in the sculpted torso, glistening with sweat and the thick, firm legs pounding his orange Nikes onto the pavement.
Adam rose and stretched, glancing around himself prior to heading towards the bathroom building. One last backwards look at the corner confirmed that the coast was clear, then he ducked inside the dark, dank building.
Inside, Adam paused for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the gloom. Ahead and to the left, he could see a pair of legs sticking out of the far toilet stall; the body was obviously face down, the blue and green kicks spread far apart on the bare concrete floor.
The hard-bodied pervert stood over the corpse and fondled the huge bulge in his shorts. He stepped back for a moment and slipped his shirt—and his Pumas—off before kneeling down and prying the Nikes off the body. Still on his knees, he put the Nikes on himself.
He didn’t know why it was so hot to fuck the dead kid in his own kicks, but it was. And with that thought, the demented stud reached into his shorts and pulled out his thick, throbbing shaft.
Sighing with deep pleasure, he thrust his dick between the corpse’s still-quivering asscheeks. As he penetrated the reamed-out fuckhole his hands slid up the boy’s lithe, smooth back, still slick with deathsweat. The kid’s head was turned to the side—Adam could just make out the swollen, congested face. It looked nothing like the hot young punk who’d entered the building, and the muscled pervert found that even more enticing.
As he pumped and grunted, Adam reveled in his possession of the hot young twink. This was how he liked his boys—yielding, helpless, under his complete control. His muscled legs slapped against the dead boy’s firm but motionless thighs.
This one seemed to take a little longer, though. The kid was hot—but loose. Adam was still gripped in the erotic lust of having the youth exactly the way he wanted him, so after a while he found himself gasping and moaning loudly as his hard shaft pumped cum into the corpse’s already-violated fuckhole.
Pulling his dripping shaft out of the cold meat, Adam stood up and went to the sink. He could see his own hard, muscled chest, sweaty and heaving as he got his breath back, his coppery hair now dark and matted. Outside, there a noise—a child yelling at another—that suddenly reminded him that he was in public. Half nude, cock out and dripping and a fucked-out corpse lying in the toilet stall behind him—he needed to go. Now.
Quickly wiping his dick down with some wet paper towels, he grabbed his Pumas and rolled them up in his t-shirt. He went out the door without a backwards glance, but he did stop to reconnoiter the scene and make sure it was clear. One he was sure, he tucked the rolled shirt under his arm and jogged leisurely off in the direction of his car. He looked like any other muscular young man getting a run in on a warm afternoon; in fact, the only bit of color about him to attract any attention were the blue-and-fluorescent-green Nikes on his feet.
The third time, Adam watched the snuff happen. He hadn’t planned on it, but he’d had to follow the killer. He’d tracked the older man back to the park—the rec center at the other end of the park, specifically.
The rec center was a large building. Adam realized that there’d be no way to track the stud once he vanished inside; he would have to dog his footsteps and see where he went. And that was how he ended up in the pool area, peering around the corner into the locker room, a raging erection tenting his knee-length jogging shorts.
He saw it all—the rough facefuck at the start was hot, but he wasn’t quite as interested in the massage or the way the lean, fit blond was running his tongue over the alpha hunk’s body.
After all, Adam still preferred his meat motionless and helpless. He watched the renewed skullfuck with a kind of erotic impatience; he wanted it to be over. But when the process of actually making the meat motionless started, he perked up. In fact, he was fascinated.
Adam heard the older man dominating and humiliating the young faggot and felt his shaft pulse, but it began throbbing rhythmically not long after the beating started.
The vicious killer was swinging a sock into which he’d dumped a large padlock. Each blow, each scream, each gruesome snap of shattered bone, got Adam harder and harder. It had been a revelation to him that he got off on fucking corpses; it was an even greater one that he was enjoying the sight of the hot punk becoming a corpse.
He flushed and panted as the killer dragged the broken, ruined twink across the floor by a cord around his neck, but when he jammed his massive tool up the kid’s ass and started strangling him, Adam could only watch, agape and on his knees in stunned awe.
It went on too long and was over too soon. The horrific struggles of the dying youth were the stuff of nightmares; Adam was almost overwhelmed watching a life being taken right in front of him. But, yet…there was something—well, something sexual about it. He didn’t understand it, but it drew him. He’d never wanted to know this part; he just liked the boys quiet and still, unable to resist him.
Now that he was seeing it, though, he was drawn to it almost hypnotically. He couldn’t look away.
And throughout the entire thing, he could feel what seemed to be electric shocks running the length of his rigid hog.
At the end, he was entranced by the boy’s blackened, desperate face and his incredibly sensual convulsions. As the little slut died, he seemed to caress his killer, slowly and gently, the way Adam had always wanted to be caressed.
Despite his well-built physique and handsome scruffy face, Adam was too damaged to engage in a normal gay relationship. It wasn’t due to any repressed sexuality; it more some sort of bizarre idiopathic inferiority complex. For whatever reason, he’d always felt so certain he’d be rejected by the hot young twinks he wanted so badly that he’d never actually attempted to initiate anything with one.
Hence his desire to possess one who could never reject him, one with—or, rather, to—whom he could do what he wanted.
Now, he was learning something else. Now, as he watched the sadistic older alpha heave and grunt like a rutting stag as the blond kid died in agony, Adam found that he was learning how to deal with that implied rejection.
He needed to make the little faggot cunts pay. He knew he was bigger and stronger than most of the boys he’d fixated on. He could do this to them. He could show them what he thought of them first, before fucking their dead, helpless assholes. He could even remember how to get back into their apartments; at least, some of them.
The hairy older stud was finally done cumming—he’d shot his load for several minutes, or so it seemed—and regained his feet, gasping for air as his sweaty muscular flanks heaved. After taking a moment to recover from his explosive orgasm, the alpha killer padded off to the shower, leaving the dead boy sprawled face-up on the bench on which he’d been raped and murdered.
The body was still kicking; it was all Adam could do to not run over and start fucking it immediately.
But the shower had shut off; the killer would be on his way out. The budding young psycho looked around for shelter, and saw the diving platform fifteen feet away, past the locker room door. The older stud wouldn’t pass it on his way out; it was perfect. He quickly crossed the open space (a swift glance through the locker room entrance showed the killer toweling off his buff body, facing away) and hid in the shadows of the platform.
In the few moments he had to wait, he slipped the Pumas off his feet. The killer left, his footsteps silent in his own pair of Pumas—they were black Tazons, Adam noticed; he’d almost gotten a pair himself.
It didn’t take long to pull the dead kid’s white Nike Free RNs off and stick his own feet in them; he’d always been able to handle a size or two larger or smaller, but these happened to be a perfect fit. It took somewhat longer to roll the body over, but once he did, Adam could clearly see the damage done to the homo’s ravaged fuckhole. The boy had been torn.
In fact, he was so torn, he was loose. Adam slipped his purple, engorged rod into the corpse’s ass, sighing as he penetrated the cooling, twitching rectum. Placing his hands high up on the boy’s broad back to support himself he leaned forward and fucked the dead body, his hips thrusting forcefully against the shuddering boymeat.
The kid’s ruined, blackened face smacked against the wooden bench as Adam banged his corpse. He flopped limply, helpless and unaware of the further indignity to which his already-violated body was being subjected.
Adam felt himself building to orgasm, but most of his stimulation was mental. He was replaying the snuff in his mind, watching the hot twink being dominated, raped and strangled. The boy’s colon was too reamed out by the older man’s enormous dick to give Adam much pleasure itself.
As he stiffened and grunted, his hot steady spurt of cum mingling with that of the sadistic alpha killer, Adam knew what he needed to do.
First, he hauled the corpse out of the locker room. Peering out the door to make sure the coast was clear, the handsome, well-built necro pervert dragged the abused, semen-filled fag to the pool and rolled it over the edge into the deep end. He wasn’t entirely certain why, but it seemed appropriate.
Then he returned to the locker room.
The dead kid’s locker was still open. Nimbly avoiding the pools of coagulating blood, Adam pulled a towel out of it which he used to wrap up his shoes. Carrying the innocuous bundle, he left the scene of the brutal crime without looking back. The pool area was dark, with scurrying glints of reflected light. The dark, huddled shape under twelve feet of water was barely visible at the far end.
With a smirk, Adam turned away. He wasn’t quite the same sick creeper he’d been when he first started tracking the alpha killer stud. He still wanted his fuckmeat dead—but now, he wanted to be the one to make it dead first.
Grinning broadly, Adam left the rec center. Wearing a dead kid’s shoes and sporting a huge—and very obvious—erection, he was already planning his first kill…
4 thoughts on “Interlude: Adam 1”
Holy shit, yes please. Awesome addition, and interesting twist. I hope Adam’s able to tail Joe for a long while.
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This is an amazingly written piece. Go Adam, GO.
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Hi – I keep going back to this particular story cuz it’s so well written, how Adam evolves from a simple weirdo into a bloodthirsty wannabe killer. There’s so much more than him just witnessing Joe’s poolside snuff. I like Adam. I kinda feel for him and want to see him succeed.
I normally don’t like to make any suggestion to tbe author as I respect his own wishes for his craft and his blog. But I hope we get to see Adam again as his evolution continues and this hot Amber headed stud takes it to the next level. Thank you.
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I stand corrected – Adam is a COPPER headed stud. Pls forgive!
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