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Let’s Get Physical I

Let’s Get Physical – Part one
By
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Rachael Ward, R.N. stood in the entrance to the waiting room with a chart and called out, “Richard Benton?” When she saw the boy and his mother rise and start toward her, she thought, and we have a winner.

The boy was gorgeous. A quick glance at the chart showed that he was twelve. He had shoulder length auburn hair, coppery in the glow of the fluorescent lights. His mother’s hair was more reddish, and she was a very attractive woman. The boy was slender, with almost perfect features, a cute little nose, red, sensual lips, carved cheekbones, and even cute little dimples. His brows were sleek and expressive and his lashes would be the envy of any woman, framing bright blue eyes. He had a long neck, and what she could see of his body under a blue polo shirt and khaki shorts looked slim and athletic. She smiled as they approached.

“Do you like Richard or Rich?” she asked, putting a hand on the boy’s slim shoulder as he arrived in front of her. She’d guessed he wouldn’t be called Dick.

“Richie,” he replied with a smile. His teeth were perfect, and she wondered how much that had cost. His voice was still high and sweet, but with a sexy little rasp which was an indicator that things would soon be changing.

“Okay, Richie,” she grinned. She leaned down, almost confidingly and turned and pointed down the hallway, “Do you see the third door down on the right side?” At his nod, she continued, “Well, go on down to that room and I’ll be right behind you, okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed happily, and she watched only a moment, just to get a quick glance at his ass as he walked past her.

Then she turned back to mom with a confident smile. “Mrs. Benton?”

“It’s Ms.,” the woman corrected, but not harshly.

Rachael nodded in acknowledgment and said, in a tone of voice carefully cultivated for just this purpose, “It’s been our experience that once boys get to be Richie’s age, they really prefer to be alone for the examination.” She glanced at the chart, although she already knew what it said. “He’s in for a routine physical, so while there’s nothing traumatic, there are going to be a few moments which might be embarrassing for a boy in front of his mother.” She saw the woman, who’d been about to protest, pause uncertainly, and she knew she’d won. “Of course, during those moments there are always a nurse and a doctor present, so there’s no chance of… impropriety.”

The woman shook her head as if the thought had never entered her head. It probably hadn’t. “No, of course not,” she said. Then, after a moment of reflection she glanced at her phone and asked, “How long do you think he’ll be?”

“Oh, I’d say no longer than thirty to forty minutes,” Rachael assured her. She knew that in the day of tablets and smart phones, a person could easily lose themselves for that amount of time and even longer. That’s one of the reasons they’d been among the first pediatric offices in town to offer free WiFi.

It had taken about two years working together before Rachael and the pediatrician, Donna Belloso, realized that they had a common interest in young boys. It was another six months after that of careful, probing questions and comments before they were able to admit it to each other. Now, six years later, they had a great working relationship and a careful, yet satisfying routine of how to handle the cutest of the boys who came through the office.

“Well, if you’re sure,” Ms. Benton finally said.

Rachael smiled reassuringly and laid a gentle hand on the woman’s arm, which she knew was sealing the deal so to speak. “He’s in great hands.”

With that, the woman returned to her seat in the waiting room, already pulling an iPad out of her bag and Rachael set her sights on Exam Room 3. She found Richie standing in front of one of the anatomical models, the one with the intact right breast. The breast could be removed to reveal the organs underneath, but Rachael liked to leave it on to judge the reactions of the boys who saw it. It very rarely failed to draw their attention and young Richie was no exception, turning with a slight blush as she entered.

As the door began to close behind her, Richie tilted his head, expecting to see his mother right behind her. She explained, “I’ve asked your mom to stay out in the waiting room for the exam.” She could see a hint of trepidation in the boy’s eyes and she rushed on in a confidential voice, “Most boys don’t want their moms to see them undressed.”

“Oh,” he said, understanding. Then she saw the full understanding hit him, as he realized he was going to be undressed in front of the doctor and possibly her as well. He’d probably already been aware of that, but if so, the reminder made him nervous.

Rachael had learned that the best way through this awkward phase was to just get through it; to not give the patient too much time to think. So, going to a closet, she pulled out a medium sized gown. She and Dr. Belloso only ordered child-sized gowns, which would hit most kids about mid-thigh. The office mostly specialized in children in the roughly 9 to about 14 year old range. As a twelve-year-old, Richie should really be wearing a large, but Rachael liked to give smaller gowns to the cute ones.

“So, Richie,” she smiled, “I’m going to leave you for a minute to go tell the doctor that you’re here. What I need you to do while I’m gone is undress,” she never said ‘take off your clothes’. ‘Undress’ seemed to be somehow less threatening she’d found. “You can put your clothes right on that chair there,” she said, pointing. “Then you put this gown on. It goes on with the opening in the back, which is weird I know, but that’s how it works.” She demonstrated briefly. “Then there’s a little snap on the back of the neck to hold it closed. Do you have any questions?”

Richie seemed embarrassed, but he managed to ask, “Do I have to take off my underwear, too?”

Rachael gave the boy an understanding smile and replied, “Yeah, but don’t you worry. The doctor and I have seen about a bazillion boys come through here and we barely even look anymore, okay? You’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he agreed with some reluctance.

Rachael left the boy then, humming under her breath. Richie was a cute one. Probably one of the best looking boys they’d seen come through in months. She couldn’t wait to see what he was hiding under those baggy shorts.

The nurse gave a perfunctory knock on the doctor’s office door before opening it and stepping inside. She let it close behind her. Dr. Donna Belloso turned with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. She knew Rachael wouldn’t have bothered to close the door if she didn’t have something interesting to impart. “What have you got for us?” she asked.

“A real cutie,” she said, handing over the chart. “Gorgeous auburn hair, blue eyes, perfect little body. From what I could see of it in any case.”

Donna always got a charge out of being able to discuss these things so openly with her nurse. For years she’d hidden her attraction to young boys, keeping it buried deep so that no one would suspect. Finding Rachael had been a blessing. After about a year of working together she had begun to suspect that the nurse, seven years her junior, was also attracted to boys. It was the occasional appreciative glance, the way her eyes would twinkle when a boy was displayed naked on the exam table. She’d been careful though, and it was nearly three years of working together before the two women were able to open up to each other and admit their dark, shared secret.

Since then, the women had grown close. Much closer than either would have expected. Both were attractive women. Donna was petite, with dark, Mediterranean features and small, perky breasts, still pretty firm at forty-one. Her hair was long and sleek and black. She kept it pulled back with barrettes, feeling that a ponytail gave off too unprofessional a vibe for a doctor. At five seven, Rachael was a bit taller, more athletic, with larger breasts. She had blonde hair and blue eyes and kept herself fit with nightly visits to a gym. Although both women were married, their secret lust for boys had forged a bond between them that had spilled over into physical affection, so that they often satisfied each other after encounters with particularly cute boys.

“He’s changing?” Donna confirmed, knowing Rachael’s usual routine. The nurse would gather vitals and some basic information before Donna would visit for a more in-depth examination.

Rachael nodded and said, “I better get back to him. He’s a skittish one and I don’t want to leave him alone too long.”

“Oh, parent is staying behind?” Donna asked. This was always good news. She knew that Rachael had become an expert in separating parent from child, in spite of the fact that a parent or guardian really should have been present for the exam. The presence of a parent really did often make the boys, especially boys just going through puberty, uncomfortable. It also put a serious damper on exactly how much Donna and Rachael could get away with during the exam of their young patients.

“Yup,” Rachael grinned. “See you in a bit,” and with that she was out the door.

Rachael knocked lightly on the door to give the boy a moment to situate himself. After a minute or two of waiting boys often got restless and wandered around the room. She’d walked into the exam room on more than one occasion in the past to get a shot of pale ass through the gown, and while thrilling, the resulting embarrassment before the young patient could get used to being around her in his near-naked state wasn’t worth it. So she always knocked as a warning.

As she expected, she opened the door to find Richie perched on the end of the exam table. Paper crinkled underneath him as he shifted nervously. She carefully closed the door behind her, knowing it wouldn’t be opened by anyone except Donna. Exam 3 was at the end of a corridor so there was no chance of anyone passing by and seeing or hearing anything.

“Hi, Richie,” she smiled. “You all set?” She glanced to the chair to see a neatly folded stack of clothing. On top of the pile was a pair of carefully folded orange briefs with a blue waistband. She wished she’d been able to see him in them.

“Yeah,” he said, and she could see his nervousness.

“Relax,” she said reassuringly. She wheeled the vitals cart over to the exam table. “Have you had a physical before?”

“Yeah, I guess,” he said.

“Well, then you know there’s nothing to worry about today. You’ve had your labs, so no needles, nothing bad. Just a bit of poking and prodding. I’ll even promise not to bite,” she said with a grin. She got a hesitant grin in return. “That’s better,” she said.

She wanted the boy’s feet stable for the blood pressure, and as his legs were much too short to reach the ground, the table came equipped with a pull-out plate. This was good because it also gave her an excuse to look up between his legs as she bent over to pull it out. However, like many boys, he’d tucked his gown down tight around his thighs. She knew how to fix that though.

“Excuse me, honey,” she said, kneeling down at the end of the table, “I just need to reach this.” So saying, she reached between his calves, so that he had no choice but to spread his legs a bit. She took a look out of the corner of her eye but still couldn’t see anything. She had hold of the plate and she wiggled it back and forth.

“It always sticks,” she smiled apologetically. “Can you scooch back a bit, hon?”

That did it. Between the boy moving back and having to spread his legs wider she was able to get a quick glance up under his gown, but then she wasn’t sure she could trust what she’d just seen. She pulled out the plate and instructed him to put his feet on it, but her mind was caught on that brief flash. Surely not, she thought.

She kept up a light banter as she put the blood pressure cuff around his thin arm and stuck the electronic thermometer under his tongue. After a few moments, she input the data into the triage console. “Healthy as a horse,” she grinned, removing the cuff. Horse is right, she thought.

She knew she was about to break with protocol, but she couldn’t help herself. She had to know. So when she said, “Let’s get your height and weight. Just let me slide this back in first,” she placed a hand on the boy’s naked thigh as she slid the plate back into place. It was warm and smooth and hairless.

At the scale, the boy stepped right up, knowing what was expected. Behind him, Rachael got a look at a perfect, pert little bubble butt before he turned to face her, obviously not wanting to expose himself to her. Then she startled him by reaching out and sliding her hands behind his long, graceful neck.

She undid the snap there and explained, avoiding his eyes, “We just need to take this off for a moment to get an accurate weight.”

As she began to pull the gown forward off his slim shoulders the boy’s hands immediately dropped to his crotch. “It’s okay, honey,” she said with a soft smile, continuing to pull it downward, exposing nickle-sized brown nipples. “Just a minute and we’ll put it right back on you.” Richie never questioned the necessity to remove such a lightweight garment.

She continued to pull the gown downward until Richie’s stomach and arms were exposed. With a final, “It’s okay,” and a little tug, the boy relaxed his hands long enough for her to pull off the gown, leaving the twelve-year-old completely exposed to her before he was able to get his hands back into place. In that moment Rachael saw easily the biggest cock she’d ever seen on such a young boy. She hadn’t seen a single pubic hair, but the boy’s cock had to have been at least six inches long and it was completely soft. It had also been thick; perhaps an inch-and-a-half across. Even now, with both small hands, Richie couldn’t contain all of that big cock and his large balls.

Flustered and trying not to show it, Rachael put on a show of nonchalance as she weighed and measured the boy. “Four foot eight, and seventy four pounds,” she announced. Then she grabbed the gown from where she’d draped it over a chair and held it open for him, forcing the boy to spread his arms, giving her another long look at that surprising cock, as Richie was studiously avoiding her eyes.

“Better?” she asked, getting a nod in return. Then she grinned and ruffled his auburn hair. “I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed, honey. Trust me, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“You mean it?” he asked softly.

Rachael looked at the boy, surprised. She could see he was genuinely curious and worried. “Honey, why would you think otherwise?”

The boy blushed, but managed to say, “My dad is really big… you know… down there.”

Rachael processed that for a moment and leaned closer to say, “Sweetie, you’re only twelve. It can only get bigger, and you remember those bazillion boys I talked about earlier?” He nodded hesitantly. “Well,” she continued, “not a one of them was as big as you are already. Even the older boys. Heck, honey, even most men.”

The cute little boy eyed her suspiciously. “You’re just saying that,” he said.

“Cross my heart,” she said, doing just that. Then, daringly, “And I’ll bet that sometimes,” and she lowered her voice conspiratorially, “that it gets even bigger than that, doesn’t it?”

With not quite as much embarrassment as he’d shown before, he confided, “All the time, it seems like.” Then, hesitant again, “That’s okay, right?”

“That’s perfectly normal,” she assured him. Then, daring again, knowing she was crossing a line, she said, “If you’d like, we could take a quick look. Just to make sure everything is okay?”

The boy bit his lower lip, which sent a tingle through Rachael’s loins, and gave a hesitant nod. Rachael led him back over to the exam table and had him hop up, the paper crinkling guiltily in her ears.

Rachael and Donna had worked on their examination techniques over the years, and they had basically worked out a system which allowed them to indulge their sexual attraction to young boys as much as they felt was safely possible. The results varied from boy to boy, but at the very least they’d get to see the boy displayed naked on the table. Donna got to touch their balls of course, and examine their penis. Rachael often got to get into the act, examining the pubic region in a show of communicating signs of puberty to the doctor who might be involved with a testicular exam or even a rectal probe if they felt the patient was particularly compliant.

Through cautious manipulation, the women would more often than not be able to elicit an erection from the boy, who of course would be assured that the response was perfectly normal and not to be concerned. They were aided in their ability to keep their activities secret from the parents by the boys themselves, none of whom wanted their parents to know that they’d gotten hard during the examination. On a few occasions over the years, they’d even managed to have a boy ejaculate. Those were the moments that both women lived for, but it was never something that was done overtly, but rather usually caused by both doctor and nurse working in concert, with Donna doing a light prostate probe while Rachael held the boy’s erect penis ‘out of the way’ while subtly squeezing and rubbing it. The boys were always left with the impression that the orgasm was somehow their own doing and to date they’d had no hint of impropriety.

So Rachael knew she was stepping over a line. She didn’t even know why. She didn’t care for large cocks. Her husband was seven inches, and even that was much larger than she liked. In college she’d had a boyfriend who was about four and a half, and she’d thought he was just about perfect. She often thought that was why she liked boys. Or perhaps she just liked boys and that’s why she preferred smaller cocks. She wasn’t sure. So it made no sense to her that she was so fascinated by this little boy’s monster dick, but she couldn’t deny that it was so.

“Do you want to take this off, or…” Rachael asked, taking the hem of the gown in her hand.

Biting that swollen lower lip of his again, Richie gathered the bottom of the gown and lifted it up to expose his stomach and groin. Rachael briefly admired the smooth muscles of the boy’s stomach, but most of her attention was on the thick snake resting in the crease formed by the boy’s smooth thighs.

At first she just stared. She’d been right. At least six inches long, and it was completely flaccid. She wasn’t sure if the boy was uncircumcised, or if the job just wasn’t very good. The thickly flared glans was half-covered by foreskin. By the crooked aspect, she assumed that it just wasn’t a very good circumcision.

She noticed that the boy was also looking down at himself. She reached forward and ran a finger gently across his groin, above the base of his cock, feeling for hair, although she could see there was none there. He tensed against her finger.

“I don’t have any hair yet,” he said in a soft voice.

“You will soon enough,” she promised. Then, she carefully slid her hand underneath his thick penis and turned it until it was resting in her palm. It was weighty, and smooth and warm. This close, she could see the traceries of blue veins under the surface. She lifted it so that she could examine the thick, spongy cockhead, then used her left thumb and forefinger to gently slide back the remainder of his foreskin.

“I always clean under there real good,” he assured her. She could hear the tenseness in his voice, and his attempt at distracting himself with the cleaning comment.

“That’s a good habit,” she said, squeezing the head lightly. It was lightly moist underneath, and a bit darker than the part which had been exposed. As she held it in her hand, she used her left to gently part the boy’s silky smooth thighs so that she could cup his balls. She swallowed as she felt his cock stir in her hand.

Richie’s balls were as over-sized as his young cock. Each testicle was about the size of a golf ball, and although the scrotum was hairless, it was as big or bigger than her husband’s. She held them gently in her palm and was now sure that his cock was swelling in her fist.

Richie squirmed uncomfortably. “It’s happening,” he said, unnecessarily.

“It’s perfectly normal,” she assured him out of habit, and she caught his nod of nervous agreement as she watched his cock swell. Still holding it palm up, she allowed her gripping hand to slide up and down his length. Rachael was estimating that it was at about seven inches, although thicker than her husband’s cock, and it looked to still be growing.

“Is it -” Richie began to ask, but that’s when the door opened.

Rachael released the boy’s erection while Richie blushed bright red and pushed his gown downward. Rachael turned, her body blocking the boy to preserve, at least for the moment, his dignity. Donna had that little scrunch she got between her eyebrows when she was a bit confused, but she was smiling.

“You must be Richie,” she said. “I’m Dr. Belloso. I see Nurse Rachael is taking care of you.”

“I…” but the boy was unable continue.

Rachael wasn’t sure the best way to go forward. She knew she’d crossed a line, but she wasn’t going to go over it without Donna, who would never forgive her for the missed opportunity. Of course, it was just as likely she wouldn’t forgive her for stepping over the line in the first place. However, she’d already gone this far. Now it was simply a matter of making the other woman aware of the situation with the least amount of embarrassment to Richie.

Rachael turned and patted the boy reassuringly on the thigh. She could see the head of the boy’s cock pressing against the cloth of the gown in front of his stomach, but she wasn’t sure Donna would be able to see it.

“Doctor, I’m glad you’re here,” she said, rising. She gave Donna a wide-eyed tilt of the head to show her that she had something going on and begging her through facial shorthand to just go with it. “Richie and I were just discussing a concern he has.” She turned back to the boy and asked, “Richie, is it okay if we tell the doctor? She’s the expert about this sort of thing and I think she can really help with all your questions. You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, I promise. Okay?”

It took a few moments, but she finally got a small nod in response. Relieved, she went to the exam table and raised up the back. “Just lean back, sweetie,” she instructed.

Richie hesitated, then scooted backward and leaned back, bringing his feet up and bending his knees. He was now sitting at a forty-five degree angle, which mostly hid the tent in his gown, although this left his thighs exposed under the gown, and the rest of him if anyone had been at the foot of the exam table.

Donna watched all this with a sense of growing anticipation. Surely something unusual was happening, and she was pleased to see that Rachael had been right. The boy was beautiful, although clearly nervous about something. As she watched, Rachael got the boy situated, then walked to the far side of the exam table, where she leaned down to whisper something in his ear. She watched him lower his hands to his sides, and that’s when she noticed the bulge under the boy’s gown. If the boy hadn’t been there, she’d have imagined that somehow Rachael had been pranking her, but that clearly wasn’t the case.

Putting on her best professional yet friendly look, Donna asked, “So what seems to be the issue?”

Rachael leaned over again and said softly, “Honey, I’m going to go ahead and take this off, okay?”

Richie nodded uncertainly, and she patted his chest reassuringly. Then she caught Donna’s eye and gave her a knowing smile. She unsnapped the button behind the boy’s neck, and for the second time she gently began to pull it downward, slowly exposing Richie’s young body.

Donna found herself growing more and more excited as the child was exposed. He was exquisite, with a delicately framed body, all pale skin, nearly flawless, with perfect little nipples, now pebbly little nubs topping a lightly muscled chest. Then Rachael pulled the gown down and away and both women were shocked. Donna because she was seeing the boy’s cock for the first time, and Rachael because it had apparently continued to grow since Donna had entered. It was now fully eight inches long, at least two wide, and visibly throbbing. Given the size of the boy’s slight body, the cock looked even more massive on him. The complete lack of pubic hair just completed the illusion, making it look like some sort of movie prop, because surely something like this couldn’t be real.

Rachael spoke, “Richie is worried that he’s too small,” she explained. “It seems that his dad is pretty big down there. We were just doing an exam to make sure everything is fine and in working condition, isn’t that right, Richie?”

Richie nodded and cast a worried glance at the doctor. “Is it?” he asked.

“Well,” Donna said, handling herself admirably, “I’ll have to do an examination, of course.”

So saying, she stepped up to the side of the exam table. She noticed that Rachael’s eyes were shining with excitement, excitement she knew she was sharing. Much like Rachael, she preferred small penises, and was lucky that her husband’s was just under five inches, but there was certainly something novel and exciting about such a huge member on such a little boy. The fact that he was so adorably bashful and displaying his naked body so openly only added to the excitement.

As she stood over the boy, feeling a bit awed, Donna said, “I hope Nurse Rachael has assured you that you’re plenty big enough?”

“That’s what she said,” he said skeptically.

Hearing the skepticism in his voice, Donna pulled a penlight from her pocket. It was about four inches long. “Richie, most of the twelve-year-old boys who come in here, when their penises are erect like yours is now, are about this long,” she said, holding up the light for him to see, “and not very much thicker.”

“You’re making that up,” he said, eyeing her suspiciously.

“I assure you I’m not,” she told him earnestly, trying to meet his eyes, as hard as it was to pull her gaze from his massive member.

Richie’s eyes went back and forth between the penlight and his own throbbing cock several times. “Really?”

“Really,” Donna said.

The boy’s face scrunched up, “Then does that mean there’s something wrong with me?”

“Well, there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong,” Donna said. She’d certainly never seen a boy with such a large penis, but that didn’t mean there was anything wrong with him. “Does your penis get stiff like this a lot?” she asked, reaching out to take it in her hand. She was amazed that she couldn’t even get her fingers around it.

“All the time,” the boy assured her, squirming a bit as he eyed the doctor’s hand wrapped around his cock.

“Richie, do you know what masturbation is?” Donna asked.

The boy blushed, but nodded. “It’s when you play with your… thing. My dad told me about it.”

“And do you do that?” the petite brunette asked.

“My mom says not to,” he equivocated.

“But you do sometimes anyway,” Donna guessed.

“I can’t help it,” the boy said in a shamed voice.

“Well, as a doctor I can assure you that it’s a perfectly normal and healthy thing for a boy your age to do.”

“Really?” the boy asked, perking up. Donna felt his cock lurch in her hand.

“You do it as often as you like,” Donna told him. “Just don’t overdo it. If you start to get sore you might want to take it easy. Richie, when you do that, do you get a special feeling?”

“Yeah, it’s like the best thing ever, that’s why I can’t help it sometimes,” he said. “Plus, sometimes it just gets so hard that it drives me crazy and it’s the only thing that makes it get soft again.”

“So when you get that special feeling, does anything come out?”

“No,” he said. “Sometimes a couple of drops of pee though. Is that bad?”

“Hmm, I doubt that’s pee,” she said. Experimentally, she gave the large cock a couple of pumps, watching the flaring pisshole. “I think that’s probably semen. You wouldn’t necessarily have much at your age.”

Richie swallowed and squirmed again, his eyes going again and again to the fist wrapped around his cock. “It’s not that,” he told her. “That stuff is white. My drops are clear. They are kinda sticky though.”

“Later on, as you begin to produce more, it will grow cloudy and white,” Donna said. “For awhile though it will be clear.” Unable to stop herself, she allowed her fist to slide loosely up along the length of the boy’s shaft, then back down.

Richie’s slim hips involuntarily twitched. “Doctor, that’s…” he began.

Donna stroked him again, once, twice, from base to head, giving a little twist at the stop. Richie gave an involuntarily gasp and shuddered. “Are you okay, Richie?”

“It’s… s-sorry, b-but I might get that f-feeling. If you keep d-doin’ that,” he stuttered.

Thinking quickly, Donna said, “Well, Richie, I think we should determine whether the drops you spoke of are urine or semen. You’d like to know that, wouldn’t you?” In order to elicit the response she wanted, she stroked his quivering length again.

“I… I guess so,” he managed, his eyes a bit wide at the thought.

“Nurse Rachael, could you lower the exam table, so Richie is more comfortable?”

Donna lightly stroked the boy’s eight-inch member while the blonde woman did so. “Then could you get us a sample collection stick?”

Quick on the uptake, Rachael hurriedly grabbed a wide wooden tongue depressor and returned to the exam table, not wanting to miss any of the action. Donna said, “Perhaps you could help by manipulating his testes?” she suggested with a grin the boy couldn’t see.

Rachael gratefully moved in and gently cupped Richie’s hanging scrotum, lovingly rolling the big balls in her hand while Donna began to work harder on the little boy’s huge cock.

With her hand working steadily on the twelve-year-old’s big dick, Donna asked, “Richie, do you ever use a lubricant when doing this? It’s especially important for a boy with such a large penis, I’d think.”

“What’s a lubriant?” he asked, the mispronunciation making Donna squirm a bit herself. Such a huge cock on such a beautiful little boy, his youth illustrated all the more by mispronouncing the word.

“A lubricant,” she said, stressing the C, “is a substance which makes sliding your hand up and down on your penis much easier, like lotion or baby oil.”

“Oh,” Richie said, his voice strained. “I never tried that.”

Donna knew what she was about to do and was shocked at her brazenness. She knew this could bring an end to everything, but felt helpless to control herself. “Hmm, I don’t have anything right here, or I’d show you.” Then she pretended to think and with an apologetic look at Rachael, who she knew she was endangering as well, she said, “Oh, I know. Saliva can be used as a lubricant. Would that be okay?”

“You mean spit?” the boy asked.

“Let me show you,” Donna said, and with that, she wrapped her lips around the head of the boy’s cock.

Donna had never done anything like this before, had never crossed this line. As long as she’d dreamed of it, she’d never done it. Further, she certainly never would have imagined she’d be doing it like this. She thought of all the perfect four inch tween cocks she’d seen, how she’d longed to have them in her mouth, and she finally crosses the line for this monster? The only thing she could imagine as the taste of the young boy’s cock filled her mouth was that the size of his cock somehow made it seem more acceptable, so that she could enjoy all the myriad things that attracted her to young boys, their youth, their innocence, the way they looked and sounded and even smelled; that she could still have all that and it was somehow made not as taboo because the cock in her mouth was clearly one that belonged on an adult, for all that it was as bald as any she’d seen.

“D-doctor?” Richie gasped, startled. “Uh!”

Rachael stared in amazement. Now lines were really being crossed. She watched as her employer and friend struggled to work her mouth on the giant cock between her lips. She knew from their many discussions that Donna had never sexually touched a cock more than six inches, and that her husband was smaller than that, something that Rachael had always envied. She loved her husband, but her sex life was all about fantasy, and it was made more difficult that the cock she was always dealing with was so much bigger than a boy’s would be. A normal boy at any rate.

Rachael could feel young Richie’s big balls tense in her palm. She saw that the boy’s head was back against the exam table, his eyes squeezed shut, his little hands clenched into fists at his sides. Donna was bobbing her head on the little boy’s big cock, taking no more than about three inches of it into her mouth, her lips stretched wide. Lifting her hand, she gripped the big cock by the base, and leaned in until her face was against Donna’s. The doctor’s eyes fluttered, startled to see her friend so close, and then she regained a bit of clarity and offered the big dick to her friend, who promptly swallowed it.

Used to bigger cocks, Rachael was able to take more of the twelve-year-old’s dick into her mouth, but even she could only take so much and her lips felt stretched uncomfortably wide as she took about five inches, trying to force the thick, spongy head into her throat. Then she groaned as she felt her scrub bottoms being pushed down around her ankles. She realized that Donna was behind her, and then there was a hand between her legs from behind, pushing her panties to the side and she felt two fingers slide into her dripping cunt. She moaned around Richie’s cock and shuddered.

Donna leaned her head against the taller woman’s back, feeling the way her hot pussy was squeezing her fingers. She reached around to slide a hand into the top of the nurse’s scrubs top and she gripped her right breast. Peeking up over Rachael’s shoulder, she met Richie’s wide-eyed stare.

Realizing that she’d already acted irrevocably, Donna saw no reason to hold back now. Holding the young boy’s eyes, she stepped back and slid her monogrammed coat back off her shoulders. She quickly unbuttoned her silk blouse and let it flutter to the floor as well. Reaching behind her, she watched the preteen’s eyes grow even larger as she unhooked and slipped out of her bra, allowing her small breasts free. A quick zipper and she let her skirt drop to the ground, then she stepped out of it and quickly skinned down her lacy boyshorts, revealing a shaved pussy, which luckily turned on both her husband and Rachael.

The first Rachael realized what was happening was when Donna stepped back up to the exam table in her line of sight. She froze in shock, the boy’s throbbing prick momentarily forgotten in her mouth as she took in the bizarre sight of Donna nude in front of this young boy. She pulled back, startled and softly said, “Donna?”

“In for a penny,” Donna replied, and with that, carefully climbed onto the exam table. Before she could change her mind, she straddled the little boy’s smooth thighs. She reached out and took his monster cock in both her hands. Meeting his bright blue eyes she asked, “Do you know what’s going to happen, Richie?”

The boy nodded mutely, eyes wide, the lurching of his cock in her fists all the answer she’d get. “You realize you can’t tell anyone, ever, right?” An eager nod was his only response.

With that, Donna scooted up until she was hovering right above that giant pole of flesh. She was intimidated, she had to admit. It was so odd looking down at such a small boy and holding that huge organ in her fists. She had to lift herself up in order to fit that fat cockhead against her pussylips. She moved it back and forth, making sure it was thoroughly wet with her juices before pressing it against her entrance.

Then she was pressing downward. She watched as Richie’s mouth slowly opened as he let loose a strained, mewling cry. His eyes were locked at their joining, watching as his cock slowly entered her. Donna could feel herself being spread wider and wider as she stretched to accommodate the thickness of the boy’s cockhead. Her pussy had never been stretched so wide before, but just as she felt it was on the verge of becoming painful, she felt herself clamp down around the last of his glans. She hovered there for a moment, mentally preparing herself, and then she began to sink downward.

About halfway down the length of the boy’s cock, Donna had to reach out to support herself, the pleasure of it making her feel faint. With her left hand she reached between her legs, spreading her first two fingers wide around Richie’s cock and pressing them to her straining pussylips, feeling the slick shaft of the boy slowly sliding into her. With her thumb, she began to lightly flick her clitoris, making her shudder with sensation. She’d never experienced such fullness, and she wasn’t sure she liked it, but the awed innocence of the face beneath her was more than enough to keep her excited.

Not one to be left out, Rachael kept her eyes on the hot action in front of her while quickly stripping out of her clothes. She saw Richie’s eyes widen even further as he watched her clothes being discarded. When she was completely naked, she leaned over the boy’s face, offering a stiff nipple, and said, “Suck on my nipple, Richie.”

The boy didn’t have to be told twice, eagerly latching onto her proffered breast, his lips noisily sucking much like a baby would. He was actually sucking too hard, but Rachael didn’t care. She began to caress his thin chest, roaming her hands over his body, from his hairless armpits to his equally hairless groin.

Donna was panting by the time she felt the boy’s bald base pressing against her own bald pussy. She reveled in the sensation of slick skin on skin, and she pressed herself downward, feeling his hugely throbbing cock pulsing inside her. Years and years of fantasy, and here she was, crouched over a beautiful naked boy, his young cock inside her. The fact that it was such a grossly over-sized cock hardly mattered.

Donna leaned back then, till she was upright, feeling all that giant cock inside her shifting, stretching her, throbbing inside her. She cupped her small breasts, her fingers pinching her little nipples, shuddering as she watched Richie’s eyes burning with newfound lust. Then she began to ride the boy. She began slowly at first, imagining the sight of Richie’s thick, young cock glistening with her juices as it was exposed, then, at the height of him, with just that fat knob remaining, she dropped back down, forcing a gasp from them both.

She felt the boy coming then. Richie shuddered, a high-pitched little gasping moan rattling through his thin chest. Inside her, Donna felt his cock jerk hard, once, twice, three times. The boy’s eyes seemed to roll up into his head and Donna lifted again, but the boy gasped and held her in place with a hand on either hip, shuddering with sensation.

Donna wanted to continue, worried the boy would lose his erection, but she needn’t have. After about twenty seconds, Richie said, “I… you know.”

“Was it wonderful, honey?” Rachael asked, understanding.

“It was better than humping my pillow,” Richie said with a shy grin.

“Hear that?” Donna asked, raising herself slowly. “I’m better than a pillow.” And with that she practically slammed herself downward on Richie’s thick cock, making the boy gasp.

Then, wanting her own moment, Donna began to fuck the boy in earnest. The squelching sound of their joining was loud in the room. Rachael came around to caress the boy’s balls while she squeezed and pinched Donna’s breasts.

“Is he good inside you?” Rachael asked softly, her mouth near Donna’s ear.

“So good,” Donna gasped.

“His big boycock is filling you so full,” Rachael said hotly. “Filling your hot pussy with all that beautiful, hairless, boy dick.”

“Boy dick,” Donna gasped. She was pumping her hips now, her knees and legs keeping up a fast and steady rhythm, Richie’s huge dick spearing into her again and again as the boy began to find his own way, lifting his bubble butt up off the table with each rapid pump to push himself up into her. The pair were panting madly, sweat running down their bodies.

“Coming,” Donna finally gasped. She shuddered. “Can you squirt inside me, Richie?” she panted. “Can you squirt your big cock into my pussy? Uhhhh, give it to me, baby, give me your hot, sweet boycum!”

Whether the boy could or not, the nasty words were apparently enough to upset the zone into which he’d been thrust and he too began to shudder and race toward an unexpected orgasm. His thrusting grew erratic, and just as Donna felt herself clamping down around him as a wave of pleasure engulfed her, she felt his huge cock once again jerking powerfully within.

Donna collapsed forward, the little boy’s giant cock still flexing inside her, her own cunt spasming around his thickness. She lay her head on the boy’s shoulder, smelling the sweetness of his shampoo, his boyish sweat, feeling the beating of his heart against her own. Between Richie’s legs, Rachael gently caressed the boy’s balls, envious of Donna and staring at the spot where the giant cock disappeared into her friend’s hairless pussy.

Rachael’s own pussy was dripping, and she was slowly teasing herself with two fingers as she watched the couple slowly recover. Eventually, Donna slid herself up until the boy’s eight-inch cock slid from her pussy to smack against his stomach, still mostly hard. Donna slid awkwardly from the table, assisted by Rachael, who immediately began to lick and nibble at the boy’s giant prick.

After a minute, realizing that Richie’s young cock was fully erect again, Rachael met the boy’s eyes and he asked, “Are we gonna to do it now?”

Rachael grinned at the brightness in the boy’s eyes. “You want to put this big thing in my pussy?” she asked, lifting his huge cock upright and meeting his eyes. Richie nodded eagerly.

“Then scoot,” Rachael instructed. She swatted playfully at him until he’d slid off the side of the exam table, then took his place, spreading her legs wide while lying on her back. “Climb up here,” she said.

Richie walked around to the end of the table, and then just stopped and stared, his eyes locked between her legs, staring at what was obviously his first real vagina. “Hmmm, you like that?” Rachael asked, rubbing a hand seductively between her legs. She spread the lips of her pussy, exposing all that wet pinkness within. Richie nodded.

Donna stepped up behind the boy, pressing herself to his back, looking over his shoulder between Rachael’s legs. “You ever seen a real pussy, Richie?” she asked, reaching around to teasingly stroke the boy’s erection, which was sticking nearly straight out, completely erect but obviously too heavy to rise any higher.

The boy shuddered against her and shook his head. “J-just on the internet,” he said.

“Come here, baby,” Donna urged. “Give me your hand.”

The boy gave her his hand and she took hold of his finger and gently stroked it over the slick, pink flesh of Rachael’s pussy. “See this little button?” she asked, swirling the boy’s finger around it, causing Rachael to squirm. “That’s called a clit. See how good it makes her feel when you touch it?” Richie nodded. Donna moved the boy’s finger down and helped him insert it into the sucking heat of the nurse’s cunt. Richie gasped as he felt the velvety wetness inside.

“Do you wanna lick me down there, Richie?” Rachael asked wickedly. The boy gave a look of such alarm and fear that she had to laugh. “Okay, I suppose you can learn all about that when you’re older. For now, how about you shove that big boycock of yours into my pussy?”

“Let me help,” Donna said in the boy’s ear. First, she reached down and pulled out the stand from the exam table. Richie was much too short to have reached her otherwise. After helping him to step up, she carefully joined him, praying that the thing would hold. As it was, it was a precarious perch.

With her hand gripping the base of the big cock, Donna slapped it against Rachael’s cunt and grinned when the sexy nurse moaned. “You like that?” Donna teased, slapping her with the thick slab of meat again and again, then rubbing it back and forth over the protruding little pink nubbin.

Rachael writhed on the exam table, her hands clutching her large breasts, nipples stiff, being teased by her thumbs. “Put it in me, baby,” she moaned. “Mmmm, give me that big cock.”

Donna was molded against Richie’s slim back, her small breasts pressed against him, her left hand caressing his chest, her right holding his cock. At Rachael’s request, she carefully placed the head of the boy’s cock right between the swollen outer lips of the nurse’s pussy. With a slight push of her hips against Richie’s, she was able to help slide the boy’s cock forward. Boy, nurse and doctor sighed as the thick, spongy cockhead began to disappear into the woman’s cunt.

Rachael hooked her hands behind her knees, pulling her legs back and apart, wanting to feel the full length of Richie’s giant preteen cock filling her. Her thighs began to tremble as she felt herself being stretched wide by the thickness of his dick. Donna’s eyes shone as she watched the massive head of the boy’s cock stretching her friend’s pussy wider and wider, and then with an almost audible pop, the head was in and, unable to stand the anticipation, Donna thrust her hips forward, causing Richie to spear more than half of his eight-inch erection into the nurse, making her give a strangled cry.

Feeling almost as if she were fucking the woman herself, Donna pressed forward again, albeit more slowly, staring fascinated as the hairless base of the boy’s groin grew closer and closer to the shiny, stretched ring of Rachael’s swollen pussy. Finally, it was fully seated and Donna met her friend’s shining eyes.

“It’s glorious, isn’t it?” Donna asked.

Rachael tried to speak, but didn’t seem able to get a word out. She swallowed and tried again, saying, “So fucking good.” Then, to the boy, “Does your cock feel good in my pussy, Richie?”

The boy nodded enthusiastically. “It’s so hot and wet.”

Looking between boy and doctor, Rachael said, “Then fuck me, baby.”

Donna took that as her own invitation, and so, still pressed tight against the boy’s slight body, she brought both hands to his skinny hips and began to help him thrust. First she drew him back until only that swollen cockhead remained, and then she pressed him forward, giving him a taste of how a man fucked a woman. She began to increase the pace, allowing the boy to find his own rhythm, until she was able to release his hips. Then she just caressed the front of his body, and cupped his big, swinging balls while the boy fucked on his own, the wet sounds of his thrusting cock and the muffled gasps and heavy breathing the only sounds in the room.

Rachael, head back, had her mouth firmly closed, trying to muffle her cries of pleasure, worried about being heard by someone in the rest of the office. The boy was really slamming her now. His stamina was incredible. He was bent over her, hands on the table, skinny hips flying as his giant cock pounded her again and again, each meaty slap rocking her body while his cock slammed against her cervix with a curious mixture of pleasure and pain.

Worried about her friend’s inability to keep quiet, and seeing that Richie had a good idea of what he was doing, Donna hopped off the protruding plate and quickly made her way to the other end of the exam table. With a bit of careful maneuvering, she was able to get up onto the table and squat over Rachael’s face, offering her hairless pussy to the younger woman. She shuddered as she felt the nurse begin to eat her cunt, and then she sexily caressed her small breasts as she gave Richie a seductive smile and ground her crotch against Rachael’s mouth.

Rachael’s first orgasm caught her totally by surprise, which sometimes happened to her. She was licking and sucking at Donna’s pussy while Richie continued to fuck her. The boy was too inexperienced to fuck with any technique, just a robotic thrusting, but it was enough and without warning she felt her cunt rippling around his invading prick, spasming as he continued to repeatedly pound her. She gave out an involuntary little scream, which was luckily dampened by having Donna’s cunt smashed against her mouth.

It didn’t end there, however. Richie continued to thrust into her, unflagging, almost senseless, his eyes squeezed shut and his skinny hips working mindlessly. Unable to move, Rachael felt the second orgasm rip through, followed by a third, and then a fourth. She truly was screaming now, and she was aware of Donna trying to quiet her, but the doctor was only able to do so much without moving her pussy away from the nurse’s mouth, which was the only thing keeping her as quiet as she was. Besides, Donna was feeling her own orgasm coming over her, and she was reluctant to move.

Then Richie faltered. It was only a small break in his rhythm, a stutter, but like a broken flywheel, it began to throw everything else out of alignment. He tried valiantly to regain his former rhythm, but his own orgasm was quick approaching and it was overwhelming his ability to coordinate. Desperate, he began to hump faster, more erratically, finally wrapping his arms around Rachael’s legs so that he could get as deeply into her as possible. The constant slap of flesh on flesh grew frenetic, and then the boy stiffened, his whole body going rigid as he grunted and shook.

Rachael felt the boy’s giant preteen cock jerking inside her. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms, lost even now in the grip of one as her pussy clamped down around the pulsing monster inside her. Then Richie collapsed, his body falling forward, his head in the valley between her breasts as he lay his sweaty body against hers, breathing heavily.

Donna gave a shudder as the last spasms of her own orgasm rippled through her, then she got down off the table on shaky legs. She came to stand by the side of the exam table and she caught Rachael’s eyes. Doctor and nurse shared a look then, full of all that they’d done, and the pleasure it had brought them, and the knowledge of the possible consequences of the act.

That last seemed to sober them a little. Rachael looked at her watch, saw that it was nearly an hour since she’d met Richie in the exam room. A bit panicked now, she rubbed her hands over the boy’s back and his silky hair. “Was that nice, Richie? Do you think you can get down onto the floor now?”

Visibly rousing himself, the boy lifted up, he and Rachael each shivering as the air in the room touched the skin where they’d been pressed together. Then he grinned and said, “This was the best doctor’s visit ever.”

They all chuckled at that, then Richie carefully stepped back and down to the floor, his long penis sliding wetly from Rachael’s dripping cunt to hang, not quite fully flaccid, but much more so than before. It still looked massive on him, like it was some pervert’s attempt at a Photoshopped dream boy.

The women visibly shook themselves from staring, knowing they had to be all business now. With little talk, they all cleaned up, Rachael and Donna each helping the boy as they used wet wipes to clean off the sweat from his small body. Each thought it best to allow him to clean his own cock, not wanting to encourage anything more. Then they each quickly cleaned themselves while Richie dressed.

Then it was time for a brief, but intense conversation with the twelve-year-old about the importance of secrecy and discretion. “I mean it,” Rachael said sincerely. “You can’t even tell your best friend. Word would get around and we’d all get into trouble.”

“I swear I won’t say anything,” Richie assured them. Then, “As long as…” and the women went stock still, frightened, then Richie continued, hesitantly, “… I can come back for another checkup?”

Rachael and Donna grinned, and Donna said, “Do you hear that, Nurse Rachael? I think we need to schedule young Richie for a follow-up appointment. For… health reasons.”

“For health reasons,” Rachael smiled.

Then the nurse, with a friendly hand on the boy’s shoulder, led him back down the hall to his mother saying, “Let’s get you a lollipop. You’ve been such a good boy.”

The End

Copyright 2024 – Rwxxx13
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A Passage Into Darkness – Part 3

A Passage Into Darkness – Part 3
By
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

It turned out that running down a highway at sixty or seventy miles an hour wasn’t at all good for your clothes. By the time dawn was threatening, Rene was still over a hundred miles from New Orleans, and his new jeans were threadbare tatters from the knees up on the inside of his legs. His new tennis shoes were in similar shape, hanging off his feet. Off in the treeline, fifty feet from a highway which was showing a decent amount of traffic at 6am, Rene kicked off the shoes, and stepped out of the jeans. He was left in just a pair of gray boxer-briefs, which themselves were ruined all along the inside, his penis and balls dangling in empty space. Disgusted, he ripped them off as well, and naked from the waist down, he slipped further into the forest.

He began to dig, watching the sky, but not needing to. His body knew when the sun was coming. Sleeping in the ground wasn’t his favorite thing. It made him feel truly dead, although he’d done it many times over the last few years. His sense of self had come back to him though, and he hated having to revert to something so animalistic. There was no choice, though, as he had no time to find better shelter. He snuggled down into the shallow grave, then scooped the dirt over himself, lamenting the waste of a good shower as he felt the dirt sliding between his legs, into the cleft of his ass. Before he covered himself completely, he had the bright idea of at least taking off his shirt and stuffing it in the backpack. Naked, he gave himself to the earth.

Rene woke precisely as the sun dipped below the horizon. He thrust himself up out of the dirt, then reached down to work out the backpack. He looked down at himself, disgusted to see he was once again covered in dirt. He brushed himself off as best he could, using the remaining bit of the right leg of his tattered jeans as a sort of dry washcloth. He wasn’t clean, but he was at least cleaner. Not wanting to ruin more clothes, Rene pulled the backpack up on his shoulders and began running again.

A bit over two hours brought him to the outskirts of New Orleans. He could have run faster, but this early in the evening he couldn’t chance commuters watching a pale, naked boy race down the highway at inhuman speeds. Going back to his adopted home was taking a chance, he knew, but he was determined to do it right this time. He would feed only as much as he had to, leaving no bodies behind, a whisper soon forgotten, with no rumors to make it back to the shadowy underworld of vampire society.

He went off I10 into Laplace, sneaking through the town until he reached the Mississippi. There on the shore he washed himself as best he could, and put on clothes again. They made him feel almost human. He just wished he had shoes. He headed back out to I10 then, stopping at a Pilot truck stop where he was able to easily get a ride from a trucker heading into New Orleans. The man wanted him desperately, and he was happy to take the fat man’s blood while the man got to enjoy sucking Rene’s small cock and drinking down his energizing emission.

East of the airport, Rene easily talked the man into going into a Walmart Supercenter and getting him a pair of size six tennis shoes. The little vampire was happy to snuggle his feet into them, not having owned new shoes in years. He felt like he could jump ten feet. Heck, maybe he could. He’d have to remember to try.

*

Turned out he could. Turned out he could do any number of things; things even Matheus hadn’t told him about. He’d been in New Orleans for nearly four years now. It was only May, but in November he’d be nineteen. He felt different inside, but of course he still looked the same outside. He had never again lost himself in that feral state, but his life was a lonely and solitary one, although that was a fact that he was still just coming to realize.

As he left Kurt’s home, he headed south toward the river accompanied by the singing of cicadas. There was a Walmart Supercenter there, where he knew he could get some jeans. He didn’t worry about anyone there recognizing him from previous visits over the past few years. His looks were certainly memorable, but places like that had a high turnover, and Rene visited only infrequently.

The little vampire reached the parking lot and stood in the darkness right on the edge of the overhead lights. Moving into the bright lights toward the front doors felt wrong. Rene was a creature of darkness and shadows. Bright fluorescents always made him feel uneasy. They also made quite evident the paleness of his yellow hair, and the alabaster cast of his skin. He didn’t normally look unusually white, although he found he grew paler and paler the longer he went without feeding. Still, there was no mistaking the anemic look of his skin. Normally. Tonight, flush with Kurt’s blood, he looked like a boy who didn’t spend a lot of time outdoors, a normal enough thing in this time of rabid fear of kidnappers and child molesters. There was nothing he could do about the color of his hair though, which, untouched by the sun in seven years, was a washed-out, almost colorless yellow.

The greeter, an elderly man, barely acknowledged him as he walked into the store. Rene oriented himself, remembering the layout of the store, and the large sign which read BOYS confirmed his memory. Making his way past the jewelry counters, past bored middle-aged women, he entered the Boys department. He began looking for jeans.

“Hey,” said a voice from behind him. Rene turned to find a girl, perhaps nineteen, with close-cropped black hair with purple tips, and multiple earrings in each lobe. Her eyes widened when she saw him.

“Wow,” she said. “Ain’t you a cutie?”

“Hi,” Rene smiled, thinking that this girl was his own age, although nobody would believe it. He liked the way her modest breasts pushed against her too-tight blue Walmart polo shirt. Her name tag read Camilla.

“You’re out late,” she said, then made a show of looking around. “Your mom or dad with you?”

Rene could sense her interest, the way her eyes danced over his body. It was a bit unusual for a girl her age to find him sexually desirable so quickly, before he could show them what a sensual being he could be, awakening them to the thought and the possibilities. This girl hungered for him right away. Rene was intrigued.

“She sent me to get some jeans,” Rene lied. “She works late.”

“Well, I can help ya, darlin’,” she said. She made no effort to hide she was looking him over, then she asked, “What size are you?”

Rene knew he was a size twelve, but he didn’t tell her that, just shrugging instead and saying, “I guess I don’t know.”

Camilla seemed pleased by the answer. Looking around, she nibbled her lower lip and then turned back to him, holding out her hand. Rene took it. “Come with me,” she smiled. Arriving at the fitting rooms, she grabbed a tape measure from a stand and took a final look around. “We’re not supposed to let people use the fitting rooms at night,” she said conspiratorially, pulling keys off her belt and opening one.

The girl ushered him inside, then carefully shut and locked the door behind her. Rene was glad to see it wasn’t one of the half-door types. He figured it was probably protection against kids getting peeked at by pervs. Speaking of pervs…

Camilla sat on the little bench facing him. She made a show of unwinding the plastic tape measure. Looking up at him, she licked her lips and gave him a nervous smile. “I never even asked you your name,” she said.

“Rene,” he answered, not bothering yet to empty his mind, interested to see how this played out without the glamour. He knew she would fall under almost instantly. The more they wanted him, the easier they succumbed.

“That’s such a pretty name,” she breathed. “For such a pretty boy.” Her face twisted abashedly, and she said, “Sorry, I meant handsome.”

“I don’t mind if you think I’m pretty,” Rene said softly.

“You really are,” the girl breathed. “I love your hair. I’ve never seen hair that color.”

“I’ve never seen hair your color,” Rene smiled.

Camilla grinned and lightly smacked his stomach, her hand lingering just a bit too long. She bit her lip. “So… Rene,” she began nervously, her eyes flitting to his and then away, to and away, “if I’m going to get a good measurement, I’m gonna need you to take these off,” she said, reaching out to lightly caress the outside of his left leg. Then she caught his eyes, “Is that okay?”

“Should I take my shirt off, too?” he asked. “It’s pretty big.”

“That’d be a good idea,” she breathed, then stared as Rene peeled the Jurassic Park shirt up and off. He hung it on a hook while the girl drank in his body. “You’ve got great muscles,” she said, her hand once again reaching out to lightly caress his bare stomach, before remembering herself and pulling back.

“Thanks,” Rene said. Then, remembering his earlier conversation with Kurt, he said, “I play soccer.”

“I can tell,” she said. Then she glanced downward. “I bet you’ve got great legs.”

Teasing, as he unbuttoned his jeans, he said, “My coach says I do.” Then he lowered the zipper and began to push his jeans downward, revealing the Flash underwear he’d taken from Kurt. He was suddenly glad he wasn’t wearing the dingy grayish pair he’d had on for the last few months.

“The Flash,” Camilla smiled, eyes dancing as she stared at his lightning bolt covered crotch. “I love the Flash,” she said. “Do you watch the show?”

“Sure,” Rene lied as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. He hadn’t been aware there was a show. He hadn’t watched television in years. Thinking about the months wearing the same stretched-out ratty briefs, and the tiny room he was living in, he began to wonder if he’d gone from one bad life to another.

“Your legs are great,” Camilla murmured, her eyes never leaving his crotch.

Rene thought about taking off his colorful briefs, but figured that might be taking things a bit fast if he wanted to avoid glamouring the girl. Instead, he said, “So, how big am I?”

The double entendre wasn’t lost on the girl, but he doubted she thought it was intentional on his part. “Let’s find out,” she said brightly, finally tearing her eyes away from the front of his briefs.

She reached around him, her face inches from his stomach, and adjusted the tape measure around his waist, just below his bellybutton. She brought the ends together in the front. “Twenty-five and a half,” she smiled, then winked and said, “We’ll call it twenty-six.”

She lowered the tape in the back, and Rene could feel it whispering over his ass. “Now the hips,” she said. This time she brought the ends together closer to his left hip, and Rene quickly realized why, as the tape was just tickling the head of his penis through the thin briefs.

“Rene, have you ever had your inseam measured?” Camilla asked, letting the tape fall from around his hips.

Rene remembered when he was ten, getting fitted for a tuxedo for his Aunt Becky’s wedding. He remembered the shock as the obviously gay man snugged his fingers up against Rene’s tiny scrotum. “Once,” he answered.

“Okay,” the girl smiled. Then she winked. “I didn’t wanna shock you.”

“It’s okay,” he assured her.

She reached down, putting one end of the tape against the ground, then slowly drew it upward, the back of her hand tracing along his inner leg. He could hear and see her rapid heartbeat, the more rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breathing quickened. She gave him one last look, as if for permission, but her eyes flicked away before she could see whether he would give it or not. Instead, she gently nuzzled her fingers up against his testicles.

“Twenty-six,” she breathed, looking at the tape but making no move to relocate her fingers. Long seconds passed before the girl finally realized what she was doing and snatched her fingers away. She began to nervously roll the tape back into a coil.

It was too late for Rene. His penis was already growing. Within moments he was lewdly stretching the lightning bolt symbol with his straining, boyish erection. Camilla noticed it almost immediately and her hands stilled, no longer rolling the tape, simply sitting and staring.

Rene practiced lines in his head. Are you sure you measured everything was promptly discarded. Too crass. Could you measure this, was also quickly conceived and rejected. In the end, he went for what he hoped was a good mixture of naivete and a virginal attempt at seduction. Putting a little nervous tremor into his voice, Rene said, “Are you sure you got a good measurement? I… I could take these off, too.” He hooked his thumbs into either side of his yellow waistband.

Camilla looked up at him, obviously a bit shocked. Then her eyes dropped back to his bulging crotch. Back to his eyes, quickly measuring, testing, thoughts racing behind her eyes. Her eyes flicked to the closed door nervously. He could feel her excitement, the smell of her. It made him even harder. “Maybe I could do your hips again,” she said faintly, swallowing nervous excitement. “Without them.”

Rene didn’t hesitate, quickly skinning his briefs downward, his little erection swaying as he kicked them off his feet. Camilla’s eyes were wide and staring.

“Oh my god,” she breathed. She tore her eyes away from his cock long enough to glance at his eyes, then quickly flicked them back to his dick. “You don’t have any hair,” she said, awed. Back to his eyes, blushing. “I mean… I knew some boys… I figured…” she blushed prettily. “I’m just…” she giggled. “I don’t know why, but it’s such a turn-on,” she finally said.

Rene glanced to his left, seeing the both of them in the full length mirror there. He stood, his pert asscheeks taut, his muscled stomach flat and leading down to a lean, hairless groin. His four-inch erection stood straight up, bouncing with his excitement, the helmet-shaped head flaring and pointing back just the tiniest bit toward his groin. With Kurt’s blood still suffusing his body, his skin was only slightly pale, his dime-sized nipples stiff and almost pink.

“You’re so beautiful,” Camilla sighed, her voice a bit raspy.

Rene wanted her, but he wanted answers first. He was curious about her. He could simply ask, but he had the feeling that the questions he would ask wouldn’t engender ready answers. So he softly spoke her name. “Camilla.”

She looked up into his blue eyes, eyes that were just as crystalline and sparkling as they’d been when he was alive. His mind was a void, and the tiniest thrust of his will completely rolled her. He saw the haze across her vision, and he smiled.

“You like boys,” he said. It wasn’t a question, but she nodded anyway. “How long have you known?”

“Not long,” she answered dreamily.

“A month?” he asked. “A year?”

She licked her lips, thinking, her eyes lost in his. “A few months,” she said.

“What prompted that?”

“Christian,” she said.

“Who’s Christian?”

“My little brother,” she answered.

Interesting, he thought. “Tell me about it.”

“He’s twelve,” she said. Her eyes lowered again so that she was once again staring at his stiff penis. She licked her lips. “A few months ago, I came home early. I was working second shift back then. I was supposed to be working, but they’d overbooked the schedule and Mike sent me home.” Her eyes drifted as she thought back.

“My mom doesn’t get off work till six. It was only about four. I called out to Christian, but he didn’t answer. I went upstairs to change out of my uniform, and his bedroom door was open. He had earbuds in, so he didn’t hear me, and his eyes were shut.”

She tore her gaze away from his penis again, meeting his eyes, as if seeking approval. Rene nodded for her to continue. “He was naked,” she said, her hands drifting unconsciously up to cup her breasts. Rene could see that her nipples were hard. “He was… it… he was hard,” she said. “Like you.” She licked her lips. “He was jacking off. I don’t know why, but he was just so beautiful. I’d never seen him like that before. You know… like… sexually.”

“Then what happened?”

“I just watched. For a minute or so. His hips were… you know, starting to move, and I knew he must have been pretty close to… you know… and I got nervous he would see me. I wanted to stay and watch so bad. I’d never been so turned… excited.”

“So you left?”

She nodded. “I went to my room. I couldn’t help myself. I… I did it, too. Thinking about him. I could hear him when he came, his little gasp.” She blushed. “After I… finished, I got dressed again and left my room. Christian was dressed by then, sitting on his bed with his iPad. He was surprised to see me, and that’s when he realized I must have walked by his door, and when I realized that he’d realized it.” She smiled ruefully. “I should have gone downstairs and made a bunch of noise or something, but I didn’t think about it ’cause I was… you know… horny.”

“So what happened?”

“Nothing,” she sighed. “Well,” and she glanced up at him a bit guiltily, “kinda nothing.” She continued. “That night, about one in the morning, I snuck into his room. I was so scared. I knelt by his bed, and pulled back his sheet. He wears these pajama bottoms to bed, but I knew he didn’t wear underwear because I’d see him in the morning, you know, pitching a tent. It had been happening for a few months I guess. I used to tease him about it. Me and my mom. But I didn’t think it was funny anymore. It had been cute before, but after that… Anyway, I unsnapped his pj’s, and looked at him. It was… soft, but I took it in my fingers and soon it was hard. It was so beautiful. I wanted to… suck it,” she said nervously. “So bad. I didn’t though. I was afraid he would wake up. I hurried back to my room. I didn’t even snap his pj’s back up again. In the morning, he came down for breakfast and he… it, was hard again. Poking against his pj’s. He gave me this look, like he knew. I didn’t tease him about it after that. I just… I try not to look, but I think he knows I can’t help it. A couple of weeks ago I even saw him completely naked in the hall. He’d just gotten out of the shower and… he never even tried to cover himself, just said ‘Hi, Cam’, stiff as a board and just walked into his room. I know it’s wrong. He’s my brother. I can’t… you know, but I just can’t stop thinking about it. And not just him. All boys now. Christian, my cousin Dylan, boys I just see on the street or on tv. I even moved to night shift because all I wanted to do was follow cute boys around the store.”

“And now you have,” he smiled. Camilla returned the smile nervously. “You can suck me, if you like,” he said.

“I can?” she asked, voice full of hope and longing. “I won’t… get in trouble?”

“No trouble, I promise,” Rene told her.

With a sob of joy, Camilla thrust her face into Rene’s crotch. She just pressed herself there for long moments, her nose nuzzling against the hairless base of his cock, her cheek pressed against his throbbing hardness. She placed a tender kiss against his scrotum, then poked her tongue into it. She was moaning, humming, lost in the joy of the moment. Slowly her hands crept up the back of his legs, along his hairless calves, the back of his knees, his smooth thighs, until she was gently squeezing his ass.

Camilla moved a bit so that she could lick at the little vampire’s hanging balls. Gently, she sucked one into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the grape-sized nugget, then she carefully took the second one into her mouth as well. She suckled him while her nose continue to nestle against the base of his cock, smelling him, drinking in the fresh shower scent of him.

Rene continued to watch in the mirror as the nineteen-year-old sucked gently at his balls, his sac stretched. The girl was bouncing lightly as she drank him in, and he could sense her desire. As he watched, she released his shining balls from her mouth, pulled back for a moment to stare at his crotch, and then she leaned in and slid her tongue firmly and wetly along the length of his dick. Once again she sobbed in pleasure.

She looked up at him then, in wonder. “How can you be so beautiful?” she asked. Rene smiled down at her.

Camilla hooked a finger around the base of Rene’s small cock, her palm pressing against his balls as she held the little rod steady, and then she almost reverently slid her lips over the immature cockhead, her eyes never leaving his. She slowly took more and more of him, the head of his cock sliding against the roof of her mouth, further and further back, inch after slender inch, until her red-painted lips pressed against the hairless base of him and the tip of his cock tickled at the entrance to her throat.

The girl began to suck at him, light suction as she drew her lips upward. She played her tongue in the sensitive spot beneath his glans, grinning around his boyish member when he groaned. Then she swallowed him again. Up again, then down, establishing a rhythm, her hands eagerly squeezing his pert little ass.

Rene felt his eyes glowing with excitement. Knowing she was under, he made no effort to hide his sharp, tiny fangs, allowing them to slide into place, watching her eyes grow wide as his tongue played over them sexily. He began to thrust lightly, his hips moving, gently fucking his cock into her mouth.

“Do you like that?” he asked. “Do you like my little boy cock in your mouth?”

Camilla pulled back to speak, releasing him. “It’s beautiful. It’s the most perfect thing ever.” She grinned and teasingly licked him.

“Take off your clothes,” Rene ordered.

Camilla stood and immediately pulled her shirt up over her head. She was wearing a lacy black bra. She kicked off comfortable walking shoes, then quickly skinned down her jeans to reveal matching panties. She unhooked her bra and shrugged her shoulders, pulling it off, revealing small, pale breasts tipped with boyish nipples. Her hips wiggled as she pushed her panties down. She had just a thin strip of dark hair, perhaps two-and-a-half inches long and less than an inch thick.

The girl saw him looking, looked down at herself and back up at him, smiling shyly. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

“You’re beautiful,” the young vampire assured her.

Rene could see the girl was wet, could smell her sex, overpowering in the small cubicle. With no need to hide his nature, he reached out and grabbed her waist, easily lifting her feet off the ground. Snarling his lust, he turned and put her back to the wall.

“Put your legs around me,” he said, and she eagerly did so.

Pinned against the wall as she was, Rene was able to free his right hand, reaching down to grab his cock as he lowered her, quickly finding her center. The girl gasped as he entered her, all four of his throbbing inches sliding into her at once.

“Uh…,” she gasped. “It’s… uh… it’s in me… oh, Rene. Oh fuck… fuck it… f-fuck me!”

As wet as she was, and as horny as he was, he didn’t bother with preliminaries. He simply grabbed her beneath her ass and began to drive himself into her, hard and fast, his little ass a literal blur, pounding his small cock into her instantly abused pussy, the smacking of their flesh an almost constant noise, too close together to be discerned as individual sounds. Camilla’s mouth moved, gasping, trying to find words. She instantly came around him, her pussy gripping him tightly, rippling, increasing the incredible friction. She began to shake, unable to stop cumming as his cock brought her again and again, and again; one orgasm on top of another so that it was impossible to know where one ended and another began.

For two minutes straight, with enough thrusts of his cock to simulate an hour of normal fucking, Rene pounded into her teen cunt. Then he stepped back, easily supporting her, and twisted her so that in a split second she was left kneeling on the ground, her face against the dirty carpeted floor. He gripped her hips, sliding his little cock home again, and then stood there between her legs, her knees inches off the ground as he began to pound her again.

Pussies were a marvel, Rene mused as his skinny hips worked at incredible speed. She was as wet as ever, providing a perfect home for his small cock, and while she was much too into the moment just then to feel it, he knew she would be raw and sore afterwards if he didn’t do something about it. For another minute he continued to fuck her though, her gasps for air at the power of his thrusts made it difficult for her to catch her breath and filled the room. He wondered if anyone out there suspected anything, but he didn’t see any auras nearby and figured they were safe.

Finally, feeling himself getting close, Rene slid out of her, bending down to lift and turn her dizzyingly, and then he thrust his hard cock into her surprised mouth. She instinctively clamped her lips down around him, and he allowed her to suck at her own speed, which was unconsciously rapid compared to before. He gently held her head as he felt his little balls churning, and then he stiffened and shook as he shot his thin streams of bloody boycum into her mouth.

The girl drank him down eagerly, her eyes growing bright as his vampiric blood began to flow through her. She came again then, shuddering on the floor as she continued to suck at his cock. Rene was always interested in seeing how his blood affected humans. Some, like Kurt, were simply overwhelmed and became dazed. Others instantly slept. Some became incredibly energized. Some, like Camilla, just got even more turned on than they’d been before.

The girl redoubled her efforts on his cock, sobbing with ecstasy as her body shook. Knowing that his blood was currently healing any damage he’d caused between her legs, and that it would continue to do so for a bit, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and pressed her onto her back. He fell between her legs, and his tiny fangs instantly sank into her femoral artery. She gasped, shaking again, her pussy convulsing inches from his face.

Rene only took a small amount of blood. He’d already drunk his fill earlier, but he wanted to taste the girl. He lapped lightly at the tiny puncture marks, closing them, then slid his tongue up along her slit, tasting her there as well. Between his legs, his cock remained stiff, and he considered fucking her again, but he decided he’d had enough fun for one night, and he still had shopping to do.

Camilla kept grabbing at his cock as she dressed. She continued talking about how beautiful it was. She wanted to take pictures of him with her phone, which he allowed, but only as long as she didn’t capture his face. She took picture after picture of his hard cock from different angles, even numerous ones with her mouth on him, licking and sucking. He was tempted to allow her to bring him again, but the tiny spurt of blood he’d given her before was more than enough and more would be… unpredictable.

Afterwards, she insisted on dressing him, lovingly sliding his briefs up his legs, carefully situating them into place on his hips, adjusting his softening little penis just so. Then she dressed herself, growing excited when he mentioned that he needed help shopping. Some new underwear perhaps. Finally leaving the fitting room, unobserved to the best of his knowledge, Camilla eagerly picked out briefs for him, finding the ones in which she thought he would look his cutest. She begged him to model some for her, but Rene knew where that would lead.

Finally the boy vampire left the store with two full bags of clothing, none of which he paid for, and whispered instructions to Camilla that she could remember what they’d done, but she’d remember him only as a normal boy. She’d never seen fangs, or had her blood taken, or tasted his. He also promised to visit her again, but he wasn’t ready in his mind to commit himself in such a way. Usually he moved on to new prey, very rarely revisiting them.

Rene headed up Saint Andrews street, passing through the sliver of Boettner Park and then on to Chestnut. He was wearing brand-new jeans, and knew a few blocks at high speed wouldn’t do any noticeable damage, so he was a pale blur as he sped along the quiet streets, unseen by the very few people out and about on a Thursday at midnight. Turning left on Chestnut, he went a block before he had to hop a fence and race through the soccer field behind Trinity Episcopal School, as the city planners had for some reason decided to have the school and church divide the street.

From there, it was only another two blocks to the decaying mansion he called home. He slipped around the side, easily leaped up to the wide windowsill on the second floor with the swinging board, then slipped in and under the board, stopping its swinging so it hung undisturbed, looking just like all the other boarded up windows.

Rene carried his packages down the hall past the long strips of peeling wallpaper, up the crumbling staircase and then down another hall to his secret door. He carefully moved the shelf and false wall from his hidey-hole.

Inside his little room, Rene set the bags down along the wall and then just stood there. In the room were his bare, stained, twin-sized mattress, a pile of used paperback books, and two little piles of clothes, less clothing than was currently in his bags. He thought how nice it might be to have a little dresser to put his things in, but wondered how he’d get it through the second-story window, as well as the problem of people seeing a twelve-year-old boy carrying a dresser alone down the street.

Rene laid down on his mattress, staring up at the water-stained wooden ceiling. He smelled the mold and mildew all around him, and suddenly he was back in that little town south of Shreveport, in a stranger’s home, washing off the mold that was growing on his own filthy skin. The boy, or young man actually, found himself thinking about his life.

After Shreveport, it was like he’d rediscovered his humanity. The lessons Matheus had taught him, not just about history and geography and the like, but about how to embrace each moment of life, to savor the dark gift he’d been given, had all come back to him then, albeit slowly. Coming back to New Orleans had felt like a second chance, an opportunity for renewal, but lying in that tiny, dark room, aware of the decay all around him, he suddenly wondered if he’d ever truly left behind the thing he’d become after Matheus was destroyed.

The question he was left with after pondering it all for awhile was, what could he do about it? Matheus had owned a grand mansion, filled with antique furniture, expensive art, and curios from around the world and throughout history. Each room was a marvel, carefully curated and decorated, but completely unlived in by its occupants. Matheus and Rene occupied the huge, luxuriously appointed third floor, dotted around the perimeter with false windows, its only entrance a steel-lined door at the top of a staircase which was cleverly disguised to look like part of a large mural stretching along the hallway.

Matheus had had money though. Many bank accounts under many assumed identities, with teams of lawyers to help manage it all. Rene had perhaps four thousand dollars, mostly in small bills, stuffed into a child’s backpack he’d taken from the boy Michael all those years ago. He wasn’t sure what the answer might be, but he decided he’d be thinking about it.

The End

Copyright 2024 – Rwxxx13
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A Passage Into Darkness – Part 2

A Passage Into Darkness – Part 2
By
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Rene Lenier was twelve years old when he died. He’d come to New Orleans with his parents and little brother for vacation on the way to Disney in Orlando when he was eleven. That’s when Matheus saw him. Matheus was an old vampire. Very old. Rene wasn’t sure how old, but he’d talked about the French Revolution and even older things. Matheus said that Rene was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. That was scant consolation to a kidnapped eleven-year-old boy. In fact, it was pretty awful.

Rene had been snatched off the street after going into a public bathroom to pee. Matheus admitted he’d been watching him for hours, waiting for an opportunity. Rene should have been safely in bed already, but he and his little brother had begged their parents to let them stay up just a bit longer to enjoy the sights of the carnival they were visiting. He’d cried for days when Matheus took him, even more when he found out that Matheus wasn’t even a man, the first time he’d taken his blood and Rene had seen his fangs.

For a long time he never knew where he was. Matheus kept him locked inside a luxurious room without any windows. Over the next nine months he’d sometimes bring young men or women home, feeding from them. Sometimes he just took a bit of blood, his glamour sending them off afterwards glassy-eyed and hypnotized. Other times he killed them, carrying their drained corpses out into the night as if they weighed as much as pillows. Matheus explained that the ones he killed were evil, but Rene didn’t understand that. Not at first.

Soon after Matheus began to drink from him, Rene found out all about sex. He knew about sex of course, whispered conversations, giggling boyish laughter in the dark, heart-pounding excitement staring at porn on the internet with friends, little penises stiff as nails, sharing nervous smiles. Still, real sex was a mystery, and gay sex something he’d barely imagined. Matheus was an attractive being, even Rene saw that, but the old vampire, who appeared to be in his late twenties, wasn’t the sexual partner the boy would have chosen. Still, Rene came to enjoy it. Even the anal sex, which had hurt horribly at first. He even came to enjoy the feeding, discovering a sexual thrill each time the vampire bit him. It was something in the saliva, Matheus eventually explained.

Matheus explained a lot of things. He was a wealth of knowledge and he seemed determined to share it all with his young captive. They spent many nights talking about history, which was Matheus’ favorite subject. It was by no means the only one, however. They talked about music, and art, about different cultures and far away places. They spoke of philosophy, and theology. Matheus also spoke at length about sex, about seduction, about courtesans and the art of making love, both to a man and to a woman. Rene wasn’t sure when it happened, but he eventually fell in love. Or at least he thought it was love.

Seven months into his captivity, Rene was able to produce his first hesitant spray of fine droplets when he orgasmed. Two months later, the boy got his first pubic hair, a tiny golden filament, barely visible. That was the night that Matheus turned him. He explained that he knew it was wrong, that there were even some sort of vampire laws against it, but the old vampire couldn’t bear the thought of his beauty being lost to the ravages of puberty.

Rene didn’t quite understand it all. All he knew was fear when Matheus explained what he was doing, that Rene was going to die. He cried and begged, his protests becoming weaker and weaker as Matheus drained him, so much deeper than he ever had before. With his consciousness blinking out, his life like a tiny candle flame, near extinction, Matheus slit his own wrist with a golden razor and pressed the bloody offering to Rene’s lips. Weakly at first, barely able to work up the energy to even suckle at the sliced flesh, Rene felt the blood filling his mouth. Strength and energy began to flow through him. His arms lifted, gripping Matheus’ forearm, holding it tight as his mouth drew more and more of the invigorating elixir into his mouth.

Afterwards he shook, wracked with cramps and fever. He sat on the toilet with a bucket in his lap, Matheus stroking his back, whispering his love for him. The old vampire explained that he was dying, that his body was expelling all the unneeded fluids and solids that he required as a human, but had no need of as a vampire. Rene remembered little of it, just the pain and misery. Afterwards, Matheus cleaned his body lovingly, then lay him down to sleep.

Undeath was a revelation. It was so much more and so much less than he’d expected. He was disappointed to find that he couldn’t turn into a bat, or a mist. He couldn’t fly or call wolves to fight for him. On the other hand, the young boy had never known that the world could be so bright, so vibrant, so magical. It was like seeing for the first time. When Matheus took him outside finally, Rene began to cry. Not because of the long denied freedom, but because of the unearthly beauty he saw all around him. It was nighttime of course, but Rene could see everything as if it were full daylight. No, even more than that. The night was alive with swirling motes of color. Every growing thing glowed with an inner light. Trees were full of a golden glow, flowers a riot of neon colors. Even the grass shone with emerald, pulsing light. And the people! People were like fireworks, alive with sound and fury, the blood which flowed through them like rivers of crimson radiance.

Matheus showed Rene how to feed. Clumsily at first, nearly killing the young co-ed Matheus had chosen for him, unable to stop drinking in the glorious ruby river until Matheus thrust him away from her, tiny teeth wet with her blood, his penis achingly hard in his pants, filled with the life of her. After that he was more careful, learning how to care for the humans he fed from, how to close their wounds with his tongue.

Matheus began to teach him how to use his burgeoning vampiric powers to glamour them, although in that he was even more clumsy. Matheus assured him it would come with time. The trick, he said, was to empty his mind. That was so difficult for him as his mind was constantly racing from one subject to the next. Outside, he wanted to explore everything, inside, he wanted sex, or blood, or both.

One evening Matheus brought home a young girl. Well, relatively young. She was seventeen, so much older than Rene, and she had a woman’s body. Matheus had already glamoured her, and she sat glassy-eyed before them.

“Your turn,” Matheus said.

“I still don’t get it,” Rene said. He’d already fed off the girl and he sat there naked, body pink and flush with her blood, his small penis stiff and aching between his legs. Matheus had allowed him to have sex with several girls by this time, and Rene had come to crave the sensation of a woman’s pussy wrapped around his young cock. That’s all he could think of at that moment.

“Lean in close,” Matheus instructed, “so you can catch her gaze.” Rene did so. She had soft brown eyes. “Now just let everything go,” Matheus said softly, his strange accent making music of the words, almost hypnotic even without the glamour, which he knew no longer worked on him now that he was a vampire himself.

“Let yourself be dead,” Matheus said. Rene tried, mentally pushing aside all thoughts of sex, of blood. His penis began to wilt. “Good,” Matheus said. “You feel it.” Rene nodded, his gaze never leaving the girl’s.

“You are empty,” Matheus continued softly. “A vacuum. Now you can pull her mind into yours.”

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” Rene told her gently. “There’s nothing to be scared of.”

“Good, good,” Matheus whispered. “Now tell her what she wants.”

Rene had seen it happen often enough to understand. “You want me,” the boy whispered. “You want to have sex with me so badly. I’m the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.”

“So beautiful,” the girl mumbled.

“Here,” he said, leaning back, spreading his legs. His penis began to lift again in anticipation. “Put it in your mouth.”

The girl sank to her knees without a word, leaning forward. Rene gasped as he felt her take his penis into her mouth, felt it quickly reach its full length. She couldn’t suck nearly as well as Matheus, but knowing he had glamoured her, compelled her to do this thing, made up for the lack.

A few nights later, Matheus allowed him to glamour a girl his own age. They were cruising down the street in Matheus’ Rolls-Royce Wraith when they saw her walking from a tiny convenience store about three miles from their home. Rene got out of the car a block ahead around a corner. When he came up to her he pretended to be lost. He could tell right away that she liked him. Glamouring someone was always so much easier, Matheus had explained, when the person wanted something from you. He walked her around a corner, leading her to the car which sat idling in a dark alley.

They took her home, and she undressed for him. Rene was fascinated with her tiny breasts, and her lightly-haired little mound. She admitted she’d never seen a boy naked, other than her baby brother, who was only two. She was fascinated by his penis, and she didn’t hesitate when he asked her to suck him, learning quickly how not to hurt him. Not that he could really be hurt from a stray tooth scrape, but it was still an odd sensation he didn’t care for. Afterward, he fed from her tender neck as he deflowered her, then drank again from the blood that leaked out between her legs.

Matheus’ lessons were a constant. Each night the pair would stalk the streets, the old vampire teaching him about the world around him and how to be a denizen of the night. He learned to hide in plain sight, learned how to use his beauty to lure men and women who craved that beauty to him. Matheus had to glamour them sometimes, but slowly and surely he got better. Rene learned about the power of a human’s home, how he had to be invited, how his powers were greatly diminished within. He learned about vampire society, about the rules that governed them, and their history in the world.

Rene had never been happier.

But then it ended. Eight months after being ushered into undeath, Matheus came to him with something in his eyes young Rene had never seen there before. Fear. They’d found out about him somehow, Matheus told him. Making a child vampire was forbidden. They all too often died quickly, unable to fend for themselves. Rene was anathema, an abomination, and both their lives were forfeit.

Matheus quickly made plans to leave New Orleans. They would leave the following night, by train. It had all been arranged. However, New Orleans had become Rene’s home, and he wanted one last night to explore its dark charms. Matheus left to get them one last meal, allowing Rene to take the opportunity to go out for his own last night in the Big Easy. When he returned two hours later, Matheus’ home, a beautiful mansion in the French Quarter, was engulfed in flame. Rene watched from across the street, his eyes watching the milling humans, the firemen, the police, and interspersed among them, their nature invisible to those around them, were the vampires.

Rene knew them at once. To Rene’s vampiric eyes, Matheus glowed with pulsing purple and blue lights. It was sort of like a lava lamp, he always thought, amorphous blobs of bruised light, pulsing with beauty and power. So unlike the riotous reds of a human. In the crowd that night were three such purple and blue pulsing figures, and Rene knew that his friend, his lover, his maker, was gone.

He fled the city. It wasn’t difficult to find a trucker to pick him up on the side of the road, the man pretending concern, and even feeling some to be fair, but burning inside with lust for him. Rene left him half-drained and dazed in a truck stop in Shreveport. Another ride, this time from a concerned old woman on her way home from church services, took him into Bon Temps, the home he hadn’t seen in over a year.

It was late when he arrived at his parent’s house. After eleven. The lights were out, and Rene wanted nothing more than to bang on the front door and call out to his family, but something, some learned wariness, stayed his hand. Instead, he went to the fake rock in the front flowerbed and removed the extra house key he knew would be there. He quietly unlocked the door, but was shocked moments later.

He couldn’t enter. It was his own house, and he was a stranger to the energies that kept his kind out. He pressed against what seemed an invisible barrier, the door standing wide open, but he couldn’t progress even an inch inside. He sobbed with frustration and despair. Finally, he went to his old bedroom window. Looking inside, he saw that the room was changed. Gone were the bunk beds, and now his little brother slept alone in a single bed. He tapped lightly on the window, more and more insistently, until his little brother Julian finally woke, his hair a blond, glowing halo to his vision.

The nine-year-old’s eyes grew wide at the sight of his big brother, and he raced to the window, throwing it open. Rene couldn’t believe how much the boy had grown, and the sight saddened him.

“Rene!” the boy practically shouted, and Rene hurriedly shushed him with a worried glance along the house toward his parent’s room.

“Julian, you have to let me in, okay? But don’t tell Mom and Dad.”

“But why not?” the little boy asked. “They miss you like crazy! We were on the news and everything! Everybody thinks you’re dead!”

“Shhh,” he said softly to his little brother. “I’ll explain, but just come and let me in, okay? Quietly.”

Julian rushed out of his room, and Rene met him at the front door. Julian stood there in red-trimmed Iron Man briefs, looking confused to see the front door standing wide open. “Why didn’t you come in?” he asked.

“Just please ask me to come in,” Rene said, reaching out to test the barrier again. His fingers splayed as they pressed against the invisible force.

Face twisting in confusion, he shrugged his tiny shoulders and said, “Come in then.”

As if by magic, the barrier was gone, and Rene could enter the house. He followed his baby brother to the room they’d once shared, and he settled himself on the bed. The room smelled so strongly of his brother. As Julian sat beside him, he began to pepper him with whispered questions. Rene found himself lost in the strong beat of his brother’s heartbeat. He was fascinated with the rapid pulse which jumped in the side of his smooth, graceful young neck. The riot of crimson and fiery reds which made up his brother’s aura sang to him, and he began to feel the hunger. He hadn’t fed that day, not feeling right about feeding on the old woman, and he felt the gnawing inside him. Julian smelled of Johnson’s Baby Shampoo from his bath, and Rene found himself wondering what it would be like to kiss that smooth neck, to feel that rapid little pulse against his lips. Or perhaps to work his way downward, over the smooth stomach, to slide off Julian’s little briefs, to nuzzle his tiny penis, before burying his fangs in the boy’s upper thigh, deep into the femoral artery.

In horror, Rene realized that he had leaned forward, his head snaking toward his baby brother’s neck. If he’d had a heartbeat, it would have been racing in alarm. In a split second, almost too fast for a human’s eyes to track, Rene had his back against the wall across the room. Julian stared at him in alarm.

That’s when Rene did the hardest thing he’d ever done in his thirteen years. He gazed deep into the innocent blue eyes of his little brother, and he emptied his mind, emptier than the black fathomless reaches of space, emptier than he had ever been before. He made Julian forget all about seeing him. Convinced him that his visit was nothing more than a dream, and then he urged him to sleep. Rene took a look in at his parents, but all he saw were glowing cardinal flames and he fled his home, crying tears of blood.

Time began to lose all meaning. His life was a blur. Lost in a haze of grief for both of the lives he’d lost, he wandered aimlessly, going from town to town, sleeping wherever he could find a refuge from the sun, in sewers, abandoned grain mills, the basements of empty houses. He fed from the lost and disenfranchised, the dregs. Homeless men and women, criminals, predators. He became a near feral thing, his clothing disintegrating on him until he was clad in nothing but rags, and then in nothing at all, wandering naked through the night, filthy with encrusted dirt and dried blood; a horrid, pale apparition haunting the night, nearly mindless except for the need for blood and shelter from the cruel sun.

Eventually he found himself in Shreveport, feeding from gang members, drug runners, the evil and corrupt. He fed their bodies to the river and lakes, leaving them for the fish and alligators who disguised the fang punctures he’d grown too bestial to hide.

Rene didn’t think about his life. He didn’t think about art and history or marvel at the beauty of the world. He thought, if coherent thought came to him, about blood, about his next meal. He became more and more indiscriminate about who he fed from, and there was no glamour anymore. He attacked and fed, and when he could drink no more he ripped out their throats, or throttled them. As a child vampire, and newly made at that, he was much stronger than he’d been as a twelve-year-old boy, but he was nowhere near as strong as Matheus had been, who’d once crushed a rock in his hand by way of demonstration. Still, he was as strong as strongest of human men, and so was usually more than a match for his victims. Some fought him, desperate to live, to ward off the nightmarish little monster, but his injuries healed quickly, and he rarely lost a battle.

Rarely. Sometimes though, a victim would get away, would fight him and flee. And so word began to spread. Whispers about a pale, naked demonic child that stalked the nights, hungry for blood. Eventually those whispers found certain ears, and then the vampires came.

Rene saw them immediately. A wild thing, living wholly on instinct, the older vampires had no chance of detecting him first. Rene stared at their glowing purplish auras as they hunted along the river, lying in wait for him. All the memories of New Orleans came flooding back to him, of Matheus, of his gentleness and caring, of the beauty of making love with him, of the wonders he’d shown him of his new vampiric world. And the memories of how those bruised purple beings had taken it all away from him.

Rene wanted to attack them, to rip them apart, to bury his fangs into them and taste their rich, exotic blood. He could sense their power though. Even from a distance it flowed off them in waves, and little Rene knew he was no match for these elder bloodsuckers. So he did the only thing he could do; he fled.

As his senses returned to him, a perception of his humanity if you will, he became aware of his physical state. He hadn’t bathed since fleeing New Orleans, and he was layered in filth. Dirt, blood, offal, refuse. It coated him. His once golden hair was a tangled mat of black and brown grime. He even had mold growing on him. Running south, his legs a blur, as fast as a speeding car, he slowed in a small town south of the city. Two in the morning, the sleepy little suburb dark and silent. His feet were bleeding from the abuse, but they healed almost as soon as he stopped running.

Walking naked down quiet tree-lined streets, Rene could sense the lives within the homes he passed. Even through walls he could see the dim red auras of the humans sleeping within. Eventually he found a home without any auras. The accumulation of local newspapers in the driveway, as well as the stuffed mailbox, told the boy that the occupants had been gone for some time and were unlikely to come home this late at night.

Rene easily hopped the wooden privacy fence into the backyard. He was thrilled to see the doggy door which led into the kitchen, and his small body was easily able to squeeze through it. A home would repel him if there were people home. It was like the house became suffused with a portion of their life-force, and when they were within it activated a barrier of sorts. With nobody home, there was no one to activate that energy, which was still there, but dormant. It was something Rene could actually feel, but again, it didn’t bar him without the homeowner’s recent presence to trigger it, and the fact that they had been gone for some time made it even weaker.

Without the need for lights, Rene made his way into the master bath, and for the first time in he didn’t know how long, he showered. He took his time, scrubbing the grime and filth from his body, making sure he cleaned every inch of himself, going through three washcloths and a good portion of the body wash he found. He sat on the floor of the spacious walk-in shower, the hot water beating on his back as he carefully cleaned his hair, nearly strand by strand, cleaning and combing with his fingers, unraveling the numerous knots and tangles. The filth slowly sloughed off him.

An hour passed before he was satisfied that he was fully clean, the water long gone cold, but the temperature didn’t bother him. His body was impervious to the extremes of hot or cold.

Still in darkness, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror, he thought he might be even more pale than the last time he’d seen his reflection. His hair was the exact same length it had been when he’d died. He carefully ran a comb through it, working out the last of the tangles, then used a brush, water dripping down over his bare shoulders. He dried himself once again, and then searched the house.

Rene was excited at first to discover that the people who owned the house had a son, but a quick look through the boy’s drawers revealed that he must be about his brother’s age. Or his brother’s age the last time he’d seen him. He wondered briefly how old his brother would be now. Thinking about it, he realized he didn’t even know how old he was. Then it really hit him for the first time. He wouldn’t age. He wouldn’t grown any older. His body wouldn’t mature. He wouldn’t get pubic hair, or a big dick. In fact, his body wouldn’t change at all. The rules against making a child vampire began to make more sense to him.

Returning to the bathroom, he stood staring at himself in the mirror for a long time. Lost in the knowledge that he would always be a beautiful little boy. Suddenly he felt a burst of anger and his fist shot forward, shattering the mirror. He looked at his knuckles, sliced open and sluggishly dripping blood. Then he watched as the wound quickly knit itself shut. He licked at the bit of blood there, then returned to the boy’s room.

Everything was much too small. He tried to struggle into a pair of the boy’s underwear, but they were tight around his thighs before he could even get near his dangling penis. He crumpled them and stuffed them back in the drawer, frustrated. The pants were no better. Shorts wouldn’t fit. Eventually he found his way to the master bedroom, but that was little help either. The man’s clothes were all ridiculously large on him. He’d have needed a belt just to hold up the underwear, and the man’s t-shirts hung to his knees.

Finally he found a t-shirt in the woman’s closet that wasn’t too big for him. It was pink and said ‘Versace’ in yellow, but at least it mostly fit, the hem just brushing against the root of his pale dick. He found no money, though there was lots of jewelry. Rene had no idea if it was good stuff or just cheap costume jewelry, and he knew there was no way he could pawn it in any case, so he left it all.

Leaving the house in his pink t-shirt, dick dangling and pale ass flexing as he walked, he went in search of something to wear. Sneaking through the quiet neighborhood, he peeked into windows, checked lawns and garages for signs. The closer he got to the crimson aura of a human, the better he was able to approximate size and age. He found several homes which had sleeping kids, but they were all either too young or too old to provide him with what he needed.

Eventually he came to a modest ranch house, with a pickup and an SUV in the drive. By the front door was a boy’s bicycle, yellow with black details, a bit beaten up and leaning against a hedge. Rene crept along the side of the house, finding two adults in one room. He hopped over a fence into the backyard, happy this time to find no signs of dogs. Dogs could sense vampires, and didn’t seem to care for them much. Over the fence again to the other side of the house, and there, through a bedroom window, he found a boy about his own age. Or the age he’d been when he died. He realized he didn’t even know what month or year it was.

Rene carefully removed the screen. The window was thankfully one of the lift type, rather than the crank kind common in the south. Then Rene just stared at the boy, unsure of how to proceed. The boy was covered to his waist in a pale blue sheet, and his shaggy chestnut hair spread over his pillow. Rene watched the soft rise and fall of his breathing and stared at the swirling crimson aura, so vital and healthy.

Eventually, he tapped at the window. Louder and louder, until the boy jerked. He rolled, startled brown eyes wide. He was a pretty boy, maybe thirteen, Rene guessed. The little vampire adopted a scared face, pleading in his eyes, and motioned to the boy. The kid warily rose to his feet, dressed in a pair of black boxer-briefs.

“What?” the boy asked hesitantly, voice soft and muffled by the glass, but clear to Rene’s heightened senses. “Who are you?”

“Please,” Rene begged, glancing over his shoulder as if in fear. He turned pleading eyes back to the boy. “Can I please come in? He’s after me!”

“Who is?” the boy asked, cautiously walking closer, looking past Rene to the house next door.

“I don’t know,” Rene said. “A man. He kidnapped me. I just got away. Please can I come in?”

The boy looked behind him, obviously thinking of his parents sleeping nearby. Rene interjected, wanting to avoid the boy going to get them. “Please, just for a minute? He’s gonna find me any second!”

Looking torn, the boy turned back to Rene and opened the window and motioned him inside. The smell of the boy nearly overwhelmed the little vampire. Boyish musk and sweet, sweet blood. “Hurry up. We’ll call the police, okay?”

“Thank you so much,” Rene said as he squirmed through the window.

The boy then noticed that he was naked from the waist down, his eyes locked on Rene’s little penis. “Why-?” he began to asked, but quick as a striking snake, Rene clamped his hand over the boy’s mouth, his other on the back of his head, and pushed him back toward the bed.

The boy was a bit taller than Rene, about five-foot-one, but he was no match for Rene’s preternatural strength, and his eyes grew wide in fear and confusion as Rene pushed him down onto the bed and crawled up to crouch over him. The boy gave a muffled cry and tried to struggle, but it was pointless.

Rene stared into the boy’s eyes, concentrating. He tried to empty his mind, to become a vacuum, but the kid continued to struggle and whine, staring up at him in fear. Rene put everything he had into emptying himself, but his mind was too undisciplined, and he got nowhere at all. It had been too long since he’d attempted to glamour a human.

Worse, he was distracted by the smell of the boy. Lost in his wildness, feeding on dirty homeless and drug-addled criminals, Rene had forgotten about the sweet perfume of a young, healthy person. Leaning close, sniffing, Rene realized he’d never fed on a boy. A girl, yes, but never a boy. There was a wild muskiness coming from the young teen that aroused his senses, and crouched over the boy, he felt the tip of his penis brushing against the boy’s stomach.

Rene tried once more to force his will upon the boy, but his lack of practice coupled with the strong life-force of the house which protected the family made it impossible. Knowing there was no help for it, Rene said softly to the boy, “I’m sorry,” and then his fangs slid into place and he bent to the boy’s neck.

There was a boyish gasp, muffled by his hand, and then the ambrosial rush of young blood into his mouth. Rene was nearly overwhelmed, swooning as the sweet crimson flow filled him. His heart gave a surprised thump, then raced into action, beating rapidly, speeding the blood throughout his body. The smell of the boy in his nostrils led to his penis stiffening, and he pushed it against the boy’s stomach, feeling the sensation of a sexual thrill race through him as he realized he hadn’t had sex since leaving New Orleans.

Beneath him, the boy was moaning, and not just from the blood loss. Rene was very familiar with the sexual thrill of a vampire bite. He reached down between his own legs, past his rigid erection, and found the boy’s straining hard-on stretching his underwear. He stroked it, and the boy moaned louder.

For a moment, Rene was overcome with the urge to rip out the boy’s throat, to leave him drained and dying in his bed, but he forced the urge away. He had no desire to hurt the boy. In fact, his desires lay in an entirely different direction. He summoned the will to retract his fangs, mildly surprised when they obeyed him, and he lapped gently at the boy’s neck, the enzymes in his saliva clotting and closing the wound. Rene knew that there would be a small bruise, and the boy would be a bit tender there, but there would be no sign of puncture marks. If he gave the boy some of his blood, even the bruise would heal immediately.

Giving the boy some blood was what he had in mind, as he continued to caress the kid’s young boner. In his weakened state, half enthralled by the euphoria of the bite, the boy made no move to resist or even move as Rene slid downward, off the boy and the bed until he was kneeling between the boy’s legs.

Rene reached up and took hold of the kid’s briefs, skinning them downward, careful to lift them over the straining erection. The boy didn’t resist as his underwear slid down his legs and off his feet. Rene reached out and gripped the boy’s young cock, fascinated. It was larger than his own, but nowhere near as large as the adult cocks he’d been used to handling. It wasn’t quite five inches long, and only a bit thicker than his own. He was circumcised, the head wide and flaring, glowing red to Rene’s sight. His testicles were the size of ping-pong balls, his scrotum covered in sparse, silky hairs. At the base of his cock, a small spray of brown hairs. Rene felt a hint of jealousy, but he pushed it away.

Rene leaned forward and rasped his small tongue up along the length of the boy’s straining cock. The boy moaned. Holding the small balls, Rene traced his way upward, eventually taking the tip of the boy’s penis into his mouth. He suckled at the spongy head, loving the heat of it. He could feel the blood just beneath the surface, pounding, racing, but he had no desire to bite into it. Instead he swallowed it, easily taking the boy all the way into his throat, until his lips were pressed against the silky-haired base. Rene had learned long ago how to take much larger cocks than this into his throat.

“What are you doing?” the boy gasped, moaning. His hands drifted downward, caressing Rene’s still-damp hair. His slender hips began to work, driving himself into Rene’s eager mouth, his young cock throbbing desperately. Rene reached out to caress the boy’s body, allowing the kid to do all the work, pistoning his cock in and out of Rene’s receptive mouth.

It was over in minutes. The boy gasped, shuddered, and suddenly Rene’s mouth was filled with an entirely different life-giving liquid. He drank it in eagerly, surprised at how thin and watery it was, but also shocked at the sweetness of it. Almost like blood.

Matheus had explained that vampires could also feed off of cum. A lot more was needed to sustain a vampire, but there were vampires in the world who fed on nothing else, their nights filled with the drinking of cum. Matheus said it was nice, but too much work. This boy’s cum affected him like no other he’d ever encountered, singing through his body, making his small cock ache.

Rene finally released the boy’s cock, still mostly hard and shining with his spit, the thinnest amount of blood mixed in, as it was with all his bodily fluids. He glanced down at himself, saw his rigid penis staring up at him. Crawling back up to crouch over the boy, Rene let his fangs slide forth again. The boy saw them and his eyes widened in fear. Bringing a finger to his mouth, Rene pierced it, his tiny sharp fang puncturing the skin until a single ruby drop hovered there. Then Rene pushed his finger into the startled boy’s mouth.

He held it there, while the boy stared up at him, shocked. Then, after a moment, the brown eyes rolled back. The boy’s whole body stiffened, and beneath Rene’s bare ass, he felt the sudden resurgence of the boy’s young erection as it pressed against his hanging scrotum. Rene leaned down and let his lips lightly caress the other boy’s, who’s eyes rolled back to stare at him.

Once again, Rene emptied his mind, remembering his lessons, and blurry from the bite, and filled with a drop of his blood, this time he watched as the boy’s eyes glazed over, fully glamoured. Rene smiled in satisfaction. “What’s your name?” he asked softly.

“Michael,” the boy responded a bit dreamily. “Michael Underwood.”

“How old are you, Michael?”

“Thirteen.” Then, “And a half.”

“What’s the date?” Rene asked.

“August seventeenth,” the boy said. Then continued, “I think it might be the eighteenth now, since it’s late.”

“What year?” Rene pressed.

The boy didn’t think the question at all odd, and he said, “2015.”

Rene thought for a moment. A month short of two years. How had so much time passed? He’d be fifteen in just three months. He shook his head, knowing he could worry about all this later. Right now he had a willing and helpless boy, and an achingly hard dick.

“Did you like it when I sucked you?” Rene asked, and the boy nodded eagerly. “I’d like you to suck me now, okay?”

“Okay,” Michael answered, and Rene crawled off him. He turned around to lie the correct way on the bed, feeling the softness of the pillow under his head. It had been so long since he’d had a pillow. The smell of the boy was all over it. It made his dick throb.

Michael moved to lie beside Rene, his face near his crotch. A bit hesitantly, he reached out to take Rene’s slender young penis between his thumb and forefinger. He explored it carefully, looking fascinated. Then he leaned down and carefully slid his tongue up along the shaft. The heat of the boy, the wetness, his breath against him, brought back a flood of memory and sensation, which made Rene’s head spin. His mouth dropped open and he moaned as he felt the boy take him gently into his mouth, felt his soft lips close around him.

Rene felt his fangs slide into place. He was nearly helpless to prevent it when he was aroused. Michael was obviously sucking his first cock, but he was taking from the lessons of his own first blowjob minutes before, and learning quickly. He was able to take all of Rene’s meager length, his tongue poking out on each downward stroke to lap at his little balls. It had been so long that Rene felt himself nearly there after mere minutes. He didn’t want it to end like that however. He needed more.

“Stop,” he gasped. “Stop for a sec, Michael,” and the boy stopped, letting Rene’s stiff nail slip wetly from his mouth. Rene looked around desperately, and spotted a bottle of Gold Bond lotion on the boy’s bedside table. The vampire wondered for a moment if the boy used it to masturbate, and wondered if his parents realized that he likely did.

“Give me the lotion,” he instructed insistently. Michael reached out and grabbed the bottle, handing it to him. Licking his lips in anticipation, Rene squirted two pumps into his palm then reached out to slide his fist wetly over Michael’s straining erection. Nice and slick, he then reached between his legs, coating his asshole, sliding a greasy finger inside, worked it in and out.

“Get on your knees,” he instructed, and Michael quickly complied. “Now lean down,” he said, until he could grab the boy’s cock. “Lower,” he said. “Lower.” And then he could brush the tip of the boy’s dick against his swollen hole. “Now push,” Rene said, gasping as the boy entered him.

“That’s it,” Rene moaned, reaching out to grip the boy’s ass. He pulled him down, feeling the full length of the teen’s cock filling him. Wrapping his skinny legs around the boy’s thighs, he gasped and said, “Fuck me, Michael.”

The thirteen-year-old needed no further prompting, instinct taking over as he began to drive himself into Rene, his balls slapping as he worked himself rapidly in and out, his breathing quickly growing harsh and ragged.

Rene felt the boy filling him again and again, the wonderful heat and friction sliding against his immature prostate, the fullness of a cock filling him again after all this time. Michael looked like a phoenix, shining brightly above him as he pumped up and down, grunting as he drove his cock into him. Rene reached down and gripped his cock, began jerking himself rapidly as Michael fucked him. He wondered how he’d ever gotten to a place where this kind of pleasure was forgotten.

Eventually the teen reached a ragged end, his breath heaving, his body shaking as he drove himself forward one last time. Rene felt his insides rippling as Michael filled his rectum with his hot boy juice, and the sensation drove him over the edge, his cock jerking spasmodically as thin streams of watery, bloody semen pumped out onto his hairless groin.

Michael fell down across him, exhausted, the bloody emission smearing across his belly. Rene easily pushed him onto his back, then straddled his chest, blood still dripping from his cock. He pushed his mostly hard member into the boy’s mouth, and Michael eagerly clamped his lips around him, sucking the last of his bloody offering. Then Rene had the boy clean all evidence of his cum from his groin before crawling down and similarly cleaning the bigger boy.

Sated finally, both with blood and magical teen cum, Rene let the boy go back to sleep while he raided his closet, picking out briefs and socks and jeans and shirts. A discarded backpack, obviously not used given the state of it and the presence of a much newer one on his dresser, allowed him to pack his new belongings away.

Leaning over the sleeping boy, he kissed him tenderly, then left him there like that, wondering if he’d think it had all been a dream. Wondering as well what his mom or dad might think if they came into his room in the morning and found him stretched out naked on his bed. Smiling at the thought, he exited the house and continued south.

End of part 2

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A Passage Into Darkness – Part 1

A Passage Into Darkness – Part 1
By
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Rene’s eyes snapped open as he became conscious. Blue eyes stared into the darkness, seeing nothing and everything, senses instantly awake. Over the musty odor of the small room, he could smell the jasmine from outside the house, as well as a gumbo from next door. At 7:30 on a Thursday night in May, the traffic had calmed from commuters heading home from work, but was just beginning to pick up again as people made their way out for an evening meal.

Rene heard music from the bars on Magazine Street, but two miles from the French Quarter, the music was more subdued. Nine blocks south, the wild smell of the Mississippi came to him as it flowed southward. Rene was hungry. Rene was almost always hungry.

Rising from the bare, stained mattress in the corner of what used to be a servants room, Rene stretched, more from habit than anything. At four-foot-ten he was small, but lithe, a slender thing who revealed hairless armpits as his arms lifted over his head. Settling his slim shoulders, he shook his head and ran fingers through his shoulder-length, pale yellow hair. He heard laughter from a passing car, and his head followed the sound as it faded into the distance.

The boy bent to pick his clothes up off the floor. He didn’t wear them to bed, believing that they stayed fresher longer if he didn’t. He slipped into dingy, once-white briefs, then stepped into tight, tattered bluejeans. An overlarge faded black Jurassic Park t-shirt hung well below his skinny waist, and he thrust bare feet into threadbare tennis shoes.

Going to the door, he unlocked the padlock, the dial spinning almost soundlessly in the darkness. Pulling the door open, he carefully snuck his left arm out around the concealing sheet of plaster-covered wood, gripping the wooden shelf which blocked it, then he pushed. He slid through the small crack, then pulled the door closed before carefully moving wall and shelf back into place. It wasn’t an expert job, but Rene thought it would pass a casual observation. All the water-swollen books and broken knickknacks on the shelf had been superglued so they wouldn’t rattle or fall when he moved it. If you didn’t know better, you probably wouldn’t suspect there was a room behind it.

All the windows in the house were boarded over, and had been even before Rene had found the place. He drifted silently down the hall, his eighty-some pounds barely making a sound on the rotting stairs as he left the third floor. As always, the smell of mold and mildew, wet and rot, hit him as an almost physical force, but Rene was used to the smell. Still in almost total darkness, Rene padded down the familiar hallways to the back of the house. Peeling wallpaper lined the walls. The house was dilapidated, but still, there was a certain grandeur, a faded opulence to the place, that Rene appreciated. To judge from the narrow, Greek Revival moldings, the decorative scrollwork and other architectural details, the place had once been a wonder.

In a back bedroom on the second floor, Rene pushed aside a board covering one of the windows. While all the other windows were nailed and boarded shut, the board covering this window was hung by an eyelet attached halfway along its length, and it swiveled easily. The glass was missing here, and with a quick peek outside, Rene dropped to the ground fifteen feet below. He landed in a crouch, listening, testing the air. The back of the house was surrounded by trees and overgrown bushes, but he always checked, just to make sure.

Then the small boy pushed his way agilely through the hedges into the yard of his unknowing neighbor before stepping out onto the sidewalk of Chestnut Street. Turning right, he walked by the front of what he considered his house, a bedraggled old pink and gray Greek Revival mansion on the corner of Chestnut and First Street in the Garden District of New Orleans.

Four blocks to the west brought Rene to the Lafayette Cemetery. The place closed at 2:30 on weekdays, but that had never stopped Rene. He easily made his way up and over the seven foot, whitewashed stone wall which surrounded the place. Then he meandered along the little lanes, looking at the crypts and mausoleums almost longingly. Sometimes people would come here. Kids mostly, some young adults, all looking for a bit of spooky fun. Rene mostly avoided them, and preferred being alone with his thoughts and the silence of the dead.

Tonight Rene was alone, but of course it was early yet, and fun-seeking trespassers usually didn’t appear until later, if they appeared at all. Rene’s tennis shoes slid over broken paving stones and clumps of struggling grass as he slipped silently down the lanes before stopping, as he most often did, before a particular crypt which always caught his attention. It was about a ten by ten block of white stone with a bit of decorative scrollwork on the top which announced itself to be for the ‘Society for the Relief of Destitute Orphan Boys’. It was dated 1894. Rene often thought about those boys, his small finger tracing their names in the stone, feeling a kinship to them. After all, wasn’t he a destitute orphan boy? After having looked up the word destitute in a dictionary, he decided he was. He wondered, not for the first time, if anyone would ever bother to give him such a nice burial place. He thought it was unlikely.

After an hour of wandering, alone with his dark thoughts, Rene exited the cemetery on the side opposite of where he’d entered and turned right along Prytania Street. Twenty minutes of casual walking brought him to Coliseum Square Park. It wasn’t much of a park, Rene figured. Skinny and about three blocks long, but it had a fountain, and some benches, and unlike other nearby parks, it wasn’t fenced, although it officially closed at 10:30pm. Across the street was the International School, but Rene never saw any kids there, except sometimes older kids who would jump the fence to play basketball.

Rene wasn’t there for the fountain though. Or the benches, or the few trees. Although this was the Garden District, the park attracted a seedier element, as evidenced by the numerous gang tags displayed on the available concrete walls around the place. It wasn’t just rowdy kids who frequented the place however. They mostly hung out on the weekends. Weekdays brought another group, those who still found a thrill meeting and searching each other out in the dark outdoors. Rene got his first nibble after sitting alone in the dark beneath a busted out lamp for only ten minutes.

The man was about forty, and he was leading a black and white border collie on a leash. In his front left pocket peeked a plastic grocery bag, which crinkled lightly as he walked. A poop bag, Rene knew. The man was wearing black jeans and a light jacket, though the temperature was still in the high seventies. Rene saw the man spot him, saw him switch paths to come closer to him. About fifty feet away, the dog paused, sniffing the air. The man tugged lightly on his leash, and the dog came on, but reluctantly.

“You’re out late,” the man said in a friendly tone when he was about twenty feet away. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He was developing a bit of a paunch, which stretched his blue Polo shirt. He made a show of looking around. “Are your parents with you?”

Rene shook his head and lifted his arms to the back of the bench. He shrugged. “I’m just takin’ a walk.”

“Me and Rusty are out for a walk ourselves, ain’t that right, boy?” he asked, but the dog stopped when they were fifteen feet away. “Come say hi, Rusty,” he urged, but the dog was staring at Rene and he began to whine.

“What’s got into you, hmm?” the man asked, kneeling down to pet the dog. He looked up at Rene and smiled. “He’s usually really friendly,” he said.

“He must smell my dog,” Rene said. “He’s a rottweiler.”

“Well, that probably explains it,” the man said. “I’m Kurt. What’s your name?”

“Rene,” the boy answered.

“What a cool name,” Kurt said. “How old are you, Rene?”

“Twelve,” the boy lied.

“Do you mind if I sit?” Kurt asked, moving closer. The small dog resisted, but came along, tail between his legs, whining. Kurt sat without waiting for an answer, and Rusty the dog moved as far away as the leash would allow.

“Do you live nearby?” Kurt asked.

Rene could smell the cigarettes on the man. He hated the smell of cigarettes. It was only partly masked by the smell of the man’s aftershave. Rene thought it might be Old Spice. “I live a few blocks away,” he answered.

“I like your hair,” Kurt said. “I had hair like yours when I was your age.”

“My dad keeps telling my mom to cut it,” Rene said.

“Well, don’t let her,” Kurt smiled. Then he swallowed visibly and said, “You could get her to buy you some new jeans though. Your knees are coming right out of these.” Then Kurt’s left hand slid down to touch Rene’s knee.

Rene didn’t move or say a word, and seemingly emboldened, Kurt first squeezed his knee, and then lightly caressed it.

“I bet you play sports,” Kurt said, voice a bit strained now. “You’ve got really strong legs.” His hand began to drift lightly up Rene’s right thigh.

“I play soccer,” Rene said. He spread his legs a little. “Center forward.”

“Wow, so you must be the best on the team,” Kurt said, and his hand drifted even higher, now caressing Rene’s inner thigh.

“Kurt,” the boy said, and the man snatched his hand away and met his eyes guiltily. Rene stared into the man’s eyes, his own blue eyes empty and fathomless. He gathered his will. He bit his lower lip, his gaze intent. Softly he said, “Higher.”

Gaze locked on his own, Kurt turned to face him fully. He dropped the leash, and Rusty, who’d been straining lightly, dashed away. Kurt’s right hand found Rene’s thigh, and quickly stroked upward until he was cupping the boy’s crotch.

Rene felt the man’s hand on his groin, squeezing his small genitals. He felt a flutter of excitement in his belly, but his penis didn’t respond. He was so hungry. “Do you live alone?” he asked.

“Yes,” Kurt answered.

“Let’s go to your house,” Rene said, and he rose to his feet.

Kurt didn’t say a word, just rose to his feet and began to walk off in the direction he’d come. After about a minute he slowed and looked around. “Rusty?” he asked in confusion.

“Let’s go to your house,” Rene repeated, and Kurt was once again walking a bit woodenly off to the north.

Five minutes later, Kurt led them to a nice house a couple of blocks from the park. It was a two-story place with a balcony over the front portico and four dormer windows. Kurt unlocked the front door and walked in without a word. Rene stopped at the threshold and called out, “Can I come in?”

Kurt turned to look at him. He seemed almost surprised to see him there. Then he licked his lips and said, “Please come in.”

Rene stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Kurt watched him, then looked around. “I… I think I forgot my dog,” he said.

“You said I could take a bath,” Rene said, distracting him.

“I… did?” Kurt asked. “I… of course. It’s upstairs. Can’t you take a bath at home?”

“Remember? The pipes are busted,” Rene said.

“Oh… right,” the man said, confused. They quickly arrived at the bathroom. Kurt looked at the boy nervously, then knelt by the large tub and said, “I’ll get the water. It’s tricky.”

“Thanks,” Rene said, pulling off his shirt. Kurt just stared, tub forgotten. Rene smiled and kicked off his shoes. He unbuttoned his pants, then unzipped them. Without a word, he pushed them down and kicked them off, so that he was standing there in just his dingy, no longer tighty or whitey briefs.

Kurt continued to stare, eyes wide. Rene hooked his fingers into the stretched waistband of his briefs, then slowly pushed them downward. After sliding down over his ass, they slipped to the floor on their own. Kurt’s breathing was rapid now, a pulse beating in his neck as he stared at Rene’s small penis. He was circumcised, the little acorn head pale and nearly colorless. Soft, it was about three inches long, hanging over grape-sized testicles which were as hairless as the skin of the boy’s groin. His groin was pale, almost white. In fact, the boy’s entire body was just as pale.

“You’re so beautiful,” the man breathed. Then, still on his knees, he walked forward and pressed his face against Rene’s crotch, his arms wrapped around him and he clutched two small, perfect asscheeks.

Rene looked down as the man took his small penis into his mouth. It felt nice. So warm and slippery. He loved having his dick sucked. Kurt’s breath was hot against his hairless groin, his hands warm as he kneaded the flesh of his ass. Kurt made hungry, greedy sounds as he sucked, but after maybe two minutes, he pulled back, staring at the boy’s cock, confused.

Rene saw his little penis hanging limply, shiny with the man’s spit. He cupped a hand under Kurt’s chin, and once again met the man’s eyes. He stared, his mind intent. There was a silent battle of wills, and then Kurt’s eyes began to grow a bit hazy. Rene didn’t hesitate. He bent down quickly, feeling a wet sliding sensation in the roof of his mouth and then he was plunging his fangs into the man’s neck.

Kurt gasped as the little vampire’s teeth broke the skin and sank into his carotid. He felt the suction and heard the greedy sucking noises coming from the boy, but it was so hard to concentrate. He knew something was wrong, but the boy’s mouth felt so good.

Rene drank, feeling the man’s rich arterial blood spraying into his mouth. His body came alive, his heart stuttering to a start in his chest, then beating strongly, sending the energy-giving fluid throughout his body. Between his legs, his penis stiffened, growing to a straining four inches, the little helmet shaped head taking on a rosy shade.

After a few seconds the blood was no longer spraying into his mouth, and Rene clamped his lips against the skin of the man’s neck, sucking, allowing none to escape. Kurt moaned, and Rene forced himself to stop. He removed his fangs, but was too excited to retract them, then he began licking at the two small puncture wounds. Lick, lick, the blood slowing, then stopping. Rene licked some more, cleaning the last of the blood from the man’s neck. He then sank to his knees, then to his ass, his legs spread out before him, his cock twitching, his body singing.

Kurt swayed for a moment, then he too was sitting. Rene watched him, his breathing, the pulse beating sluggishly in his neck. Eventually awareness returned, and the boy could see the concentration in his eyes as they found his stiff little cock.

“I thought you wanted to suck me,” the boy teased, reaching down to slide his fingers over his pubescent erection.

“I do,” Kurt breathed, blinking tiredly. “Please,” he said.

Rene smiled and rose to his feet. Kurt struggled to his own knees, and once again took Rene’s penis into his mouth.

Rene felt his eyes fluttering and rolling back as the man began to suck him. Now the feeling was so much more intense than before. He felt the tingles racing through his body as Kurt’s tongue teased his cockhead, the suction against his thin shaft intense. The man’s mouth was moving up and down, taking all four inches of him again and again, lips sliding over that sensitive little bundle of flesh beneath the head, making the boy shiver. Rene felt he was practically glowing with the sensual energy racing through him.

“Gonna cum,” he gasped, not in warning, but just to himself. He felt his little balls begin to churn, felt the waves of pleasure shooting out from his groin, and then he was thrusting himself forward, his back arching as he shuddered, his penis shooting out a thin little stream of immature semen mixed liberally with blood, which Rene knew would replenish what fluids he’d taken from the man, energizing him as if he were twenty years younger. At least for a day or so.

With the man lost in what anyone would take for a drug-induced haze, Rene showered, enjoying the warm water dancing on his skin, the intensity of the sensation almost as good as the blowjob, but nowhere near as good as the feeding. He loved the smell of the man’s soap and shampoo, and he played games with his pale yellow hair, making spikes and mohawks and giggling happily. Rene didn’t shower very often. As a vampire, he didn’t sweat, and he didn’t go to the bathroom, so the only reason to shower was to get rid of the natural grime accumulated from being in the world.

Naked and dry from the big fluffy towel in the bathroom, Rene wandered through the house, poking curiously into drawers and closets. He was pleased and amused when he opened up the drawer of a dresser in the master bedroom closet and found a collection of boys underwear. Apparently the man collected them. They were all sized 10-12, and they had been laundered. Rene imagined the man used them to masturbate, but they smelled fresh and it was fairly obvious they’d never been worn. Rene picked out five pairs he really liked. One of them was red and yellow with the superhero Flash’s emblem over the crotch. He pulled them on, then admired himself in the mirror. He grew hard again at the image of himself, so pale and beautiful. Gathering his old briefs, he stuffed them into the drawer as a present for the man.

Kurt was still gazing glassy-eyed at the ceiling of the bathroom when Rene returned to continue dressing. Further searching had revealed no other boy-sized clothing, which Rene found disappointing but not surprising. Bending down, he rolled the man to his side and worked his wallet from his back pocket. Eighty-seven dollars. Rene took it all, knowing the man could afford it. Rene had little use for the money, as he didn’t eat or have bills, but it would buy him some new jeans, as his were a bit ratty. He’d been wearing the current ones for about three years. He had a gym bag of money back home, but he rarely thought about it, just stuffing in new money as he came across it. The man’s comment on the park bench had made him aware of the sorry shape of his jeans. He knew there was a WalMart down by the river he could visit at night without earning himself too many strange looks.

“Sleep tight,” Rene said, almost fondly, as he left the man and went downstairs. He made sure the front porch light was out, then he left the house. Rusty was on the sidewalk, but the dog bolted as soon as he saw him. It made Rene a bit sad. Dogs used to like him.

End of part 1

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