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Cheetahman is a character based off of Kenny. He has a cheetah-patterned parka. The similarities are the hair and eyes, them being blonde and blue. Cheetahman is a character randomly made up by us, the authors of the wonderful little story. The idea is based off an image, which is linked at the top of this story. There is a line at the breast area which looked, to us, like, well, tits. Therefore, this story was born. Rated "MA" for yaoi.
One chilly morning, Cheetahman was walking down the street. Pulling his cheetah-patterned parka hood up closer around his face, he glanced at the display window to his left. The glass acted like a mirror, because he could see an eye catching sign above a door across the street from him. The words arced across the doorway of the rundown building, each light bulb of the letters blinking spastically. The words themselves were the most captivating thing for Cheetahman…
Tweek's Tits
The phrase pulled him closer, and he sprinted across the street, greeted by angry horn blasts from the drivers. He flipped them off before heading inside.
The doorway led to a small, dimly-lighten room, with a pole on the right and a small bar on the left. There was a door behind the bar, so Cheetahman vaulted himself over it and headed through. He entered another small room, with a chair and table pushed to the corner, and shelves running along the walls. The white packets sitting on the shelves were odd, so the hooded man walked over and examined the labels.
Coffee Lube
Tea Packet Condoms
Cheetahman felt his pants tighten, and he grabbed a packet, pulling out a condom. It smelled of tea, with a soft texture, unlike the rubbery ones he used to fuck his bitches. Suddenly, he heard the door open, and he whipped around. Tweek Tweak was standing at the doorway, shirtless, his pants unbuckled. The coffee lover lunged at his 'costumer', pinning him against the wall.
"Hey Cheetahman…" Tweek whispered into the trembling man's ear, unzipping his parka slowly.
"Don't… please… I'm sorry… I won't come back."
"Too late for that, I'm afraid." The stripper proposed, pulling an MP3 out of his pocket. He tapped the screen a few times, and tossed it onto the chair. Woohoo by Christina Aguilera ft. Nicki Minaj blasted from the tiny electronic music player. Tweek stripped himself of his clothing, reducing himself to his boxers. Cheetahman glanced down at his bulge, gulping.
Tweek slid off Cheetahman's boxers, tearing his own off as well. Cheetahman whimpered as the coffee-crazed man pushed him to the ground, positioning himself over the cheetah lover. The trembling boy snapped his eyes shut, yet quickly shot his eyes open as Tweek penetrated him. His cock was massive, tearing his butt cheeks apart. To his demise, his screams of pain quickly changed to groans of pleasure. Tweek leaned closer to Cheetahman, cooing in his ear.
"You like it, don't you?"
Cheetahman gulped and nodded, on the verge of his climax. Tweek thrusted himself hard into the man below him, and they both came at once, screaming in pleasure, Tweek's love pouring into Cheetahman. The stripper left the man underneath him, walking over to the couch and pulling out a fresh pair of clothes from under. Cum trickled down from his member as he slipped boxers over it, putting on a new shirt and pants as well. Cheetahman stood and picked up his parka, looking at his torn boxers. Tweek threw him a new pair, which he gratefully put on, along with his parka.
The hooded boy left the room, glancing back at Tweek, who twitched and waved. Cheetahman exited the strip club, walking down the street to the unknown. Perhaps he would see Tweek again?