A Killing Seduction
~S. Pearce~
Gay Erotic Romance/Mystery
Copyright 2011-10-02: S. Pearce
ISBN: 978-1-6184-5029-6
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Included in: A Killing Seduction
1. Openers
2. Introduction
3. A Killing Seduction
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Introduction:
One night a year in Hunter’s hometown a strange seduction takes place. When his longtime friend asks him to return on the one night he has vowed never to return, Hunter reluctantly agrees. The little town is dark and eerily quiet as Hunter approaches. He parks his car and forces his way through thick vines and trees to a secret cave in the city park where the two men have agreed to meet. Hunter is quickly pulled inside and into a seduction like no other. Rumors of a man dressed in an extremely unique costume looking for an unsuspecting victim is less than believable to the level headed Hunter, but when the costume is found in a place very familiar to him, he fears that this year he may be one of the hunted.
A Killing Seduction:
Hunter pumped the brakes of his old car as he neared the edge of the town. He had not been back in years, but he remembered the sharp turn at the edge of the town that if missed would send the unsuspecting victim to a sure death by drowning in the city lake. The fog was thick and the flashing sign warning of the sharp curve ahead was barely visible. “Damn, a guardrail would be nice.” The curve seemed narrower than the rest of the road and Hunter had often wondered if the road had been designed that way on purpose. Perhaps that was one of the dirty little secrets of this town and how in recent years a body was claimed every year on Halloween night. Hunter stepped on the accelerator to coax his old junker up the steep hill that immediately followed the sharp curve. One glance in the rearview mirror and Hunter drove even faster. The fog seemed to linger above the curve in the road and Hunter swore he had seen a headless man emerging from the thick gloom.
The town was quiet save for the odd streetlamps that glowed orange for just one night. On this night every year, the original streetlamps were replaced with lamps in the shape of angry looking black squirrels that lit up orange throughout the night. Odd though it seemed, the black squirrel was cherished, some say worshipped, in this little town in the middle of nowhere. Hunter’s old friend, who he had not seen in five years, was meeting him tonight in the park. He had said that he had something to confess to Hunter, and Hunter could only hope that it was what he had guessed about his friend a long time ago. His best friend, Trey, would never admit it, but Hunter knew that he was gay. “This is the night for you and me, Trey, so be ready.”
The city park was one of the lowest points in the city, geographically speaking, and the dense fog hung over it nearly as heavy as it hung over the curve in the road. It was an unusually warm night and the air was thick as Hunter stepped out of his car. He stretched and yawned. It had been a long and tiring drive and he hoped that it had all been worth it. He looked around, but it seemed that nothing was happening in the park tonight. “Wonder where the action is this year.”
There was always a Halloween celebration in Hunter’s hometown, although he had never attended. His parents sent him the full account of the festivities that were proudly displayed in a book every year. It was an awful display really. Photographs were taken of everything and everyone including full frontal nudity and actual sexual acts, though faces were always discreetly covered. It seemed to Hunter that for the last few years the photographs had gone from bad taste to sickly grotesque. He could not be certain from the shaded faces, but it appeared as though every year in the photographs at least one of the bodies was lifeless.
Hunter was beginning to sweat from the warmth of the night, and he jumped when a hot hand was planted firmly on his shoulder.
“Trey?”
“Expecting someone else?”
Hunter turned to see his old friend looking better than ever. He was taller than Hunter had remembered and much better looking.
“Glad you could make it, Hunter. You can come with me to the celebration.”
“Sure.”
Trey took his friend’s hand and led him into the thick foliage of the park. They left the beaten path and Hunter wanted to ask where they were going, but Trey quickened his steps and Hunter was trying hard not to lose him. They stopped in front of a makeshift dwelling of some sort.
“What’s this?”
“This is my secret, Hunter, but just one of my secrets.” He parted the straw that served as a door and led Hunter into the cave. It was made mostly of mud and the dampness made it smell bad to Hunter, until Trey took him by the arms and stood in front of him. Trey smelled so good, so sexual, that Hunter’s jeans were becoming tighter as his burgeoning erection pressed against the zipper. Trey sat down on the ground and looked up at his friend as he slid his hand along the tight cloth. He didn’t say a word as he unzipped Hunter’s jeans and pushed them down to the ground. He eased him out of them and Hunter just stood there, his cock leading its own way toward Trey’s parted lips. Trey spread his friend’s butt cheeks and held them firmly as he brought the hard throbbing cock to his open mouth.
“Trey, do it,” Hunter urged.
Trey’s lips slid along the cock all the way to Hunter’s sweaty balls. Hunter held onto Trey’s head as his butt was pulled toward his friend’s face.
“Damn, Trey,” he gasped.
Trey was good, but he took his time with Hunter, giving him the ultimate blowjob. His long tongue wrapped around the hard cock, forming a tight hold as it inched its way to the head and back down again. Hunter began pumping into his friend. He was so close, but it seemed his body would not give him that erotic release. He went faster, but he remained always at the edge. His friend pulled back on Hunter’s butt and his lips kissed the head of his cock before letting it go.