Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2014 23:40:48 -0500 From: Dan Cheatham Subject: Seduced by Jake's Mystery Friend.txt. Part 1 This is a story that includes fantasy sex between a man and a boy. This is a fantasy story and as such is not real. If it is not legal for you to read this type story, here is your chance to click the button and go surf something else. Should you continue, you do so knowing I do not condone actual sex between men and boys. I simply have been thinking of this story for some time and decided to pen it to paper. Comments welcome (good or bad). Please do NOT send me photos. I simply enjoy writing. I do not want any photos. Period. Please consider contributing to Nifty. They need money to continue their good work. Seduced By Jake's Mysterious Friend It's hard for me to go back to that day. The day my life as I knew it ended and my new life began. My name is Daniel. I was once a married, career driven dad of a beautiful son and husband to a lovely and faithful wife. I grew up living a pretty normal childhood. My parents never divorced and I knew much love. Sexually, I enjoyed being with both guy and girls. I knew I was at least bi from my earliest times I played with my neighborhood friend Skippy. As I hit teen years, high school, baseball and the endless stream of girls that wanted to bang me simply because I wore a uniform, I knew my feelings were beginning to lean towards other guys. My conflict came in because I had always wanted to have kids of my own. I wanted a wife, sons, the perfect house and life. Looking back, I came pretty close. I had a son, Jake, I adored. The moment I held him in my arms I knew he completed me. Life was good. My job was lucrative. Jake grew into an even hotter version of me, also excelling in baseball. Many a time I sat in the stands and watched his team play. I'd see women watch him and drool. I'd see the occasional man watch with equal lust in his eyes. I prided myself that, though I always had a like for boys, I never once laid a finger on Jake or his hot jock friends. When Jake turned 16, I noticed a change I him. The long draw out father son conversations we had were replaced by quick, tersely spoken chats leaving me wondering why. I would check his room for any signs of drugs. Nothing. I tried as best as I could to check his computer and phone history. His hair started growing very quickly and his smells changed. He went from the sweet smells of a pre pubescent boy to the awkward young teen stink to his more recent hot mix of pit hair and ball smell. This, however, was different. He simply stopped giving off smells. His skin color changed and eventually he began to get short with me. I felt him slipping away. I decided I'd do anything to save him from whatever this odd change was causing. One day, after school had let out, I followed Jake as closely as I could. I traced his steps through the baseball field, across the creek and up to the abandoned Johnson house. That was an old, deserted house known for transients, squatters and general vagrants. I parked myself under a tree and waited. After what seemed like hours, he emerged. His hair was disheveled. He seemed to be blinded by the last sun of the day. He made his way past me as I hid behind an old oak. I was determined to go to this house to see what the mysterious draw was. As I made my way, a chill entered me. Though it was a warm late summer day, I felt a coldness creeping into me. I peeked in to the house and saw nothing moving and heard no noises. It relaxes me a bit so I opened the door and entered. Leaving the door open, I made my way through the lower level. Nothing seemed unusual. I heard a floor creak in the upstairs so I decided to investigate. I made my way upstairs, my heart beginning to pound in my chest. I quickly pushed open a door and there he was. I could describe him but he simply took my breath away. I was instantly taken and just stood there frozen in my tracks. After what seemed like an eternity he spoke. "Come in, close the door. Jake said you were following him" he said in a confident tone. I closed the door and turned to him. I couldn't understand why I felt so drawn to him. If this is what Jake felt I could now understand it. To describe what I saw: a ginger boy- dark thick red hair, no shirt and plain blue jeans. At first glance I thought he could be a model by the way he carried himself. In some ways, it almost felt like he was the dad and I was the son not the other way around. I moved towards him barely able to breathe or speak. My dick was instantly throbbing. I had not ever been with any boy as a man. I respect the law and never wanted to risk it. As I sat on the edge of the dirty bed, I looked around quickly. On the floor a pair of Jakes boxer briefs. Other underwear of who's I do not know. There was old vodka bottles, lots of cigarette butts long since extinguished and this boy. He commanded the room without saying a word. "Who are you"? I asked afraid of his answer. He did not answer. He simply moved in front of me. When he spoke he did so carefully, in control and completely owning this conversation. "My name is Vlad. I like your son very much. He is very good at his abilities. I can see where he gets his inner power and sexuality from". He put his hand on my shoulder and I jumped nervously. I felt the chill again enter me when his smaller hand found its way to my shoulder. He looked me in the eyes and I was his to command. I'd had guessed his age was maybe 12 or 13. His body was a thinner frame and he didn't seem hairy at least from what I saw on his chest. "Undress for me" he said in a confident tone. "Jake did and he was given the gift. You shall too". Without a word spoken I did as told. This was insane. I was following orders by some red headed kid in an abandoned home. Yet, I couldn't stop myself. I caught my first whiff of him and I was hooked. All I ever wanted was to smell that smell. It was powerful, sexy and extremely arousing. I sat there, naked and throbbing. He seemed to notice my dick. I surely noticed his. If I had to put him into a visual you would relate to- he looked like a red haired Billy Gilman. His body was skinny, lithe and not particularly striking. I felt his hand find my dick. His hand was ice cold and his smile was dark. Too dark for me to understand. He looked at me as he stroked me and whispered "yes, you will do just fine. Jake was right. You're perfect". Though I didn't speak, mostly because I couldn't, my brain raced. Perfect for what? I just leaned my elbows back on the bed as this mystery boy was enjoying stroking me. He let go of me and in an instant was naked. Any resemblance of a boy seemed to disappear. What he swung between his legs was not the dick of a young teen boy. It was more like a well endowed black mans tool. I inhaled his smells and I knew, at that very moment, he was going to forever alter me. I didn't care. My dick throbbed, my nose found its way to his crotch. He put his cold hands on my ears. "That's it, yes, taste me. You know this is what you want. It's what Jake begged me for". I suddenly had a strange flash back of me as an infant and suckling from my mother. Though I was a grown man, I was somehow transported, for a brief moment, to being an infant suckling hard in my mothers tit. I was starving as I nursed. I suckled and made noises that you would think were infant like. I felt Vlads body stiffen. He made a grunt of some strange dialect and I was suddenly trying to swallow more cum in one shot than I think I'd swallowed in my entire 36 years. I could feel it as it went down my throat. It changed me. He pulled out of my ravenous mouth and watched me. I couldn't keep my head up. I fell back on the bed. My gut was suddenly on fire. My head clouded and I felt my life slipping away. I begged for my life. I knew I was dying but how? "Please, Vlad, help me. I don't want to die" I said barely able to get the words out. In an instant Vlad was on top of me. His breath in my face and body on my body. He pushed my head to the left and the fangs I had never seem to notice appeared. "This will hurt at first. Jake said you'd want this. Do you? He asked me but he knew the answer. I was now his. The sperm he filled my stomach with sealed it. I let him pierce my neck. The pain was the most intense feeling because he removed the pain shield. I felt it all. He took pleasure in my pain I could tell. I flashed many visions in those few moments. Jake as a baby in my arms. My wife as she said I do at the altar. My first car as a young teen. Losing my virginity in said car. I felt my body convulse one last time. As I closed my eyes I felt Vlads saliva in his gash he opened in my neck. I was moments away from my death. I couldn't have been happier. The feelings of pain gave way to pure bliss. My last breath was to inhale Vlads unusually hairy armpit. He held it over me telling me to inhale. Strange but that was my last breath. I thought I'd simply close my eyes and not ever awaken. I opened my eyes. As I blinked and looked around, Vlad was gone. I sat up and reached for my neck. Nothing. No holes, no piercing and I was in no pain. My clothes were on and I struggled to understand. Was this a dream? More to come. This story will turn in many directions. Stay tuned for more.