Hey Tumblr peeps. Been busy and got sick pretty bad, but I should be back soon. Anyway, I got inspired by watersa83’s (Adam) blood-soaked hoodie that I wrote a short story about it. He’s one of the main characters, as well as bearguy77 (Cris). Hope you guys like this bear-horror-porn. :)
The Blood-Soaked Hoodie
Cris slept with eyes wide open that night. Or tried to anyway. They had killed four of those freaks in the I-95 expressway. Sam decapitated one of them; Adam split one in two with his machete while he sped and rammed their Nissan Armada through the second one, obliterating the fucker until it was a quivering mass of jelly and stinking shit; while Cris sort of impaled the last one, but Adam, like always, finished the job.
Adam and Sam celebrated with warm whiskey while Cris drank then eventually puked the flat-tasting-flavored RC Cola. Cris wiped the tears from his eyes, induced by both vomit and happiness that he was alive to live another day, while he stared at Adam’s blood-soaked hoodie. The crimson blood continued its downward journey from the neck area to the chest area as Cris furtively watched Adam’s heaving chest.
Adam offered the whiskey to Cris and Cris took it and pretended to drink. He was a pussy but he didn’t want Adam to know that, especially after his embarrassing performance tonight. Adam patted Cris’ back causing him to gulp down the whiskey he had planned on spitting. The warm liquid quickly made good work of turning Cris’ face into a comically bright red, ripe tomato.
Adam smirked at Cris causing Cris’ heart to beat a mile a second. He had been attracted to Adam ever since Adam and Sam rescued him from being torn to shreds by a couple of those undead fuckers back in Salt Lake City. He remembered being mesmerized by Adam’s swift movements as he quickly dispatched both with the deft precision of an exotic culinary chef and the careless viciousness of a Chinese butcher. Cris watched the blood seeping through Adam’s grey hoodie and all he could think about was unzipping it with his trembling hands.
It was a cool night and Cris, wrapped around by a Looney Tunes comforter, listened to Sam snore while Adam sat on a rock, staring at nothing in particular in the darkened horizon. Cris continued his perverted fantasy as his eyes slowly undressed Adam’s blood-soaked hoodie. Why was he still wearing it? Cris wondered. Adam occasionally turned around to look at his companions as though he heard Cris’ obscene pantings of a horny teenage boy.
But then Adam stood up and walked towards Cris who was feigning sleep. Cris wondered if Adam could hear the ground quake from the pitter-patting of his nervous heart.
Adam laid on his back besides Cris. Cris slowly lifted his eyelids; just enough so that he could see the marvelous physique of a man who decided to become intimate with him. Cris opened and closed his nervously-twitching eyelids as the sleep tears made their way down his left ear.
“I like you,” Adam started saying. At first, Cris thought that he was having an actual good dream and not the nightmares he’d been having the past two years. “I know you like me.” There was a brief pause and Cris’ head began spinning. “I’m just gonna lay down here and you go ahead and do what you want, okay?”
Cris finally opened his eyes as wide as he could. His trembling right hand slowly moved over to Adam’s heaving chest. The bloodstain on the hoodie had dried and it felt cool to the touch. Cris then unzipped Adam’s hoodie then stopped right below his husky pecs.
Cris mounted Adam silently, like a stealthy thief expertly maneuvering through hidden security laser beams. He bit on the zipper’s head then finished unzipping Adam’s hoodie with his mouth. He opened the hoodie like a kid opening a Christmas present and saw the husky and furry body of his object of desire. Beads of sweat glistened under the full moon as the cool breeze swayed the fine tufts of hair on his chest and belly. Cris licked Adam’s erect right nipple as Cris’ cock quickly hardened from the sheer pleasure of it all. Adam pulled down Cris’ longjohns then anxiously grabbed Cris’ throbbing penis and stroked it with his thick, calloused hand.
Cris let out a moan and quickly silenced it. His mouth explored every part of Adam’s furry body, relishing every salty taste and musky odor. Their lips eventually locked onto each other, savoring each other’s unruly and excited tongues. Cris gently pushed Adam back then removed his hand on his cock. He slid back as he unbuckled Adam’s cowboy belt then removed his jeans.
Cris was treated to a wonderful pinkish delicacy, as the head of Adam’s cock bobbed from excitement. Cris quickly swallowed it whole, almost choking him in the process, his tongue not finding any room to move. Intoxicated by the moment, he gently moved his head back and forth. Back and forth.
But such little joys were cut short as Sam’s snores were replaced by a gurgled scream as one of the undead creatures relishedly dined on his intestines and left arm. Cris watched in terror as a piece of Sam’s insides dangled from its pointy claws. Adam was the first to react, dropping Cris back to his Looney Tunes blanket. Adam, weaponless, threw himself on the creature’s spiny and scaly undead body. They were much slower in this reanimated state and lacking any intelligence compared to their impeccable hunting skills when they first arrived on Earth. They thought that they had won when a biological weapon was created to exterminate them. No one expected that it had a side-effect of bringing them back from the dead.
Adam punched through the alien’s head until it was completely gone, pulverized into black soot as it fertilized the soil with foreign liquid, skin, and bone. Adam’s blood-soaked hoodie was now further drenched in blood that the grey fabric had gone invisible. His angry teeth clenched and shone in the quiet darkness. Cris, his penis limp from fear, sat stunned as both of his hands quivered as they tightly gripped on an aluminum baseball bat. Adam looked at Sam’s face which was frozen in time as fear and shock took hold of him when he had been awoken from his final, deadly slumber.
Adam stood up. He was naked from the waist down, his penis still erect, while his opened bloodstained hoodie billowed from the night wind. Cris stared at him and felt his cock hardened again. Adam quickly walked towards Cris and he was terrified by Adam’s angry march towards him. As Cris closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable beatings and, possibly, death, Adam instead knelt beside Cris and cried.
“I can’t take this anymore,” he said in a hushed, murmured tone, much like a frightened little boy would.
Cris opened his eyes and watched the man he loved whimper and cry helplessly to him. He looked at Adam’s face which had aged beyond his years. The world had gone mad and it was plainly described by Adam’s painful sobs. Cris hugged him as tightly as he could. He whispered something to Adam’s ear. It did not even matter what he said, all that mattered was that he needed to be stronger than ever. He didn’t want to be a pussy any longer.
In the distance, two reptilian figures lazily walked towards the two tearful comrades, their razor-sharp fangs twinkled like hundreds of pointy daggers.
Cris wrapped his Looney Tunes blanket on Adam. He grabbed Adam’s machete and ran towards the lumbering alien zombies with a primal, blood-curdling scream that could wake the dead.