Who would have guessed that those sweet, sexy boy next door types are actually serial killers. Certainly ne of their victims. This anthology contains six stories on the theme of serial killers. Best Buddies: Aiden and Sonny; straight buddies with a penchant for porn, murder... and each other. Nurse Betty: During the most powerful hurricane to hit New York, a predator hunts the male doctors, nurses, and patients of St. Christo hospital. The Hit: The hunter had his prey clearly in the crosshairs. Who would want this elegant beautiful creature dead? Tuesdays with Nathan: Their similarities brought them together, but would ultimately be what would tear them apart. Twins: Sexy, but brutal scientist, Victor is sleeping with both twins. Is there such a thing as the 'perfect' twin? Vengeance: What makes a man into a submissive? Why does anyone crave punishment at the hands of ather? All the above titles were originally published as individual eBooks by loveyoudivine Alterotica. Excerpt from: The Hit The biculars were trained on Gann's dance studio with the bar stretched the length of it, in front of the clean, clear mirror. When he looked into the biculars it was t one, but two Gann's who walked about naked. His fine lithesome body beautifully formed yet as delicate as that of a geisha. His legs stretched atop the bar and he bent waist over to touch the floor, his small muscled buttocks spread seductively apart. His nearly hairless butt hole begged to be tasted. Gavin could see the thin line of smooth hair that traveled down the boy's back and up the delicate parting of his butt cheeks. The white terry cloth towel draped casually around his long elegant neck as he stretched and turned. There was hardly a bead of perspiration on his face. His moves were elegant and seemingly effortless. It's like he kws I'm here. It's like he's performing just for me. Gavin rubbed his hand over his crotch enjoying the raging hard on the little Asian was giving him. His cock was hard and pulled at his jeans, daring, begging to be released and fondled. Gann's arms rose over his head and came down as he crossed his chest with long fingers that brushed against his tiny nipples. He balanced on his feet, arose on the tips of his toes and danced elegantly across the room. Gavin set the biculars down on the window sill and pulled off his sweat stained shirt. His chest was wet with perspiration. He had continued this surveillance for far too long and he knew it. Something had made him prolong his vigil. Earlier he had received a message, his people were waiting for him to call in and tell them the job had been done. Shit! He exclaimed, as he tucked the steel blue pistol into the back of his jeans, he put on a clean shirt. Exiting his small rented room, he locked the door behind him, and ran down the several flights of stairs then out into the rain. He stood on the street hesitantly staring up at the window of Gann Chow. The rain had started, and heavy droplets began pelting him. He stood under the lamppost and let the cool rain wash over him. Raindrops and beads of perspiration dotted his forehead as the rain increased, nearly obscuring his view of the dancer's apartment.
Cain Berlinger has published innumerable short stories in various gay publications throughout Europe and America. His self published books include essays on Black America, a book on meditation, and a series of fitness books (as RD Cain) He currently lives in New York City with his life partner who indulges him shamelessly. His website is www.cainberlingers.com