Fucking the Big Bad Wolf
(Gay Erotic Fairy Tales #1)
Copyright © 2012 by Adelaide Cooper
Published by Caffeinated Owl Press
http://www.adelaidecooper.com/
Cover Design by Adelaide Cooper
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This is an original work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, alive or dead, or real events is purely coincidental and unintentional. The material found herein contains graphical depictions of sexually explicit situations and is intended for mature audiences only.
Excerpt from Killer Liaison (Book 1 of Danger Games)
Excerpt from Fucking Red Riding Hood (Gay Erotic Fairy Tales #2)
Excerpt from Orgy Next Door (Gay Erotic Encounters #1)
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These are NOT your average fairy tales.
“Gay Erotic Fairy Tales” is a collection of short stories that takes a homoerotic spin on the classic folklores, fairy tales and fables. Some may retain the story’s original paranormal fantasy setting, while others may gain a contemporary spin to spice things up. Bet Hans Christian Andersen and the Brothers Grimm never saw this coming.
Come see what happens when fairy tale characters get dirty and naughty!
Enjoy the story, and drop me a line sometime, let me know what you think. I’d love to hear from you.
Happy Smutting,
Adelaide
Books from the Gay Erotic Fairy Tales series:
Fucking the Big Bad Wolf
Fucking Red Riding Hood (Available exclusively on Amazon)
“Hey Red!”
Richard Cummings looked behind his shoulder at the person calling his nickname and smiled. “Oh, hey, Steve.”
“So, what’s up? Where’re you heading off to for Spring Break?” Steve asked after he caught up with Richard, wiggling his eyebrows. “Somewhere warm with a beach and ‘nice scenery’, I hope?”
“Heh. I wish.” Richard rolled his eyes. “I’m heading up to my grandmother’s farm in Vermont on Friday. I haven’t seen her since the summer so I promised that I’d visit.”
“Wait, you’re going to your G-ma’s for Spring Break?” Steve snorted. “Geez, Red. It’s Spring Break, man! You should be out partying like ‘normal people’ do. Seriously!”
“I want to, but I can’t,” Richard smiled sheepishly. “My grandma’s not feeling well, and she’s pretty much all the family I have left after my dad died.”
“Ah shucks. I forgot about that. That sucks.” Steve sounded mildly disappointed. “I mean, your grandma getting sick part sucked not… anyways, you know what I mean.”
Richard smiled. “Yeah, I know. It’s okay, Steve. I get it. I might head up to the hills for some skiing if I get bored.”
“I do hope your grandma feels better soon though.” Steve patted Richard on the back. “Listen, I gotta run. I gotta get this paper in to Professor Shaw before I take off. I’ll see you after the break, ’kay, Red?”
“Yeah, I’ll see ya.” Richard smiled back, waving his arm as Steve run towards the Social Sciences building.
* * *
“Vermont, huh?” Brad rubbed his chin as he caught the conversation between Richard and Steve. He was about to make his move on Richard when Steve showed up, and, instead of finding a more suitable time, he decided to follow the pair.
Which turned out to be a great idea after all, considering what he’d just overheard. Brad pulled out his phone and began to type.
Yo, change of plans. I won’t be coming with you guys. I’ve got… new plans.
He grinned as he pressed send. A few minutes later his phone beeped and a new text came in.
Oh, really? Which piece of ass caught your eyes? Either way, happy hunting! Remember to send pictures.
Brad snorted at the text. Oh, if only his school friends knew what he got up to when he wasn’t with them…
Bradley Davis, a senior on the swim team, championship winner and record-breaking athlete.
At first glance, he was the typical jock, all about the parties and the ladies. And he lived up to his reputation too—being in one of the most notorious frat houses on campus, he was usually one of the ones organizing the parties.
What most people didn’t know, though, was that he had a hidden side that no one knew about: Brad, with his perfect swimmer’s physique, chiseled face and kissable lips, preferred men far more than women when it came to the bedroom.
Of course, that piece of information was his dirty little secret that very few people were privileged to know.
Brad smirked as he watched Richard walk towards the food court.
Richard Cummings, “Red” to his friends (though Brad never did figure out why he was nicknamed “Red”), was a freshman and a studious student. Brad had first seen him at the library buried between two huge piles of books.
Normally, Brad would’ve dismissed the bookworm types—much too uptight and clingy for his taste—but there was something about Richard that pulled at him, compelling him to get closer. After that, Brad began spending time at the library, observing him. It’d started as a hobby, something he did when he got bored seducing the rest of the student body, but it gradually became more of an obsession.
Brad wasn’t sure what it was that attracted him to the freshman. Richard had a bright, carefree, infectious smile that lit up the space around him. He also had this… adorable (Can you even use that word on a guy? Brad wondered) little pout as he chewed on the cap of his pen when he got stuck on a problem.
And Richard was one dishy specimen. He wasn’t athletic or muscular, but at six-feet tall, his lean form plus that innocent young face still made Brad salivate just looking at him.
Brad found himself drawn to the younger man more and more, until his little obsession became a compulsion. He longed to taste the younger man, to feel that body under his hands, his cock balls-deep in Richard’s ass.
Which brought him back to Vermont and his new Spring Break plans.
Brad thought for a moment, and then pulled up the browser on his phone.
* * *
“You’re Red, right?”
The question caused Richard to straighten up from the slumped way he was sitting in the chair waiting for the train. As far as he knew, he was the only one in his circle of friends that wasn’t going to some sunny destination, away from the damp cold of their northeast campus, so he hadn’t expected to hear his own name at the train station of all places.
Richard looked to the right to find someone standing three feet away and he couldn’t be more surprised when he saw that it was Bradley Davis.
The same Bradley Davis, who just recently broke the record for men’s 800m freestyle at the last Regional meet.
“Uh, yes?” Richard stuttered out. He had no idea why Brad Davis would be here at the train station, let alone knowing what his name was. He was a freshman nobody at school and he wasn’t in any of the frat houses, so Richard was a bit confused as to why or how Brad knew him.
Richard watched as Brad moved closer and reached out his right hand. “Brad Davis.”
“Yeah, I know.” Richard answered blankly, still a bit stunned. Then he sobered, shaking his head a bit and took Brad’s out-stretched hand as he got up from his seat. “Gosh, I’m sorry. Where are my manners? Hi, I’m…”
“Richard ‘Red’ Cummings. I know.” Brad smiled, casually settling down on the bench right next to where Richard had been sitting, stretching out his long legs in front of him. “Come on. Sit down.”
Richard sat back down as told, his eyes darting between Brad and his own hands.
“So, Red—you don’t mind me calling you Red, do you?” Brad asked, and Richard shook his head. “Good. Where’re you heading off to, Red?”
“Vermont.”