Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2004 00:25:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: closethecellardoor@yahoo.com
Subject: Evil is a Man: Blood In Blood Out chapter 5

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CHAPTER FIVE

I felt cold; something cold on my forehead.  I opened my eyes.  Syd's was
looking down at me, holding a bag of ice to my head.  I felt a silk robe
around my otherwise naked body.

"Where am I?" I asked.  I was in bed, but the room had changed.  This one
was much smaller.  Light was coming into the room.  It must be morning

"Marquez moved you out of his room."

I felt so hungry, famished really.  And thirsty as well.

"I need to eat," I said, sitting up.

"I should think so," he said.  "You've been asleep for two and a half
days."

"Shit, are you serious?"  I felt my face.  There was definitely two days of
stubble on my chin.

"Yep.  You must have pissed Marquez off real good."

Syd got me a sandwich and some juice from the kitchen, and I told him what
had happened while I scarfed it down.

"It's not over with him.  He's been plotting and planning for two days
now," said Syd.  "I don't know what he has up his sleeve, but it'll be
something big."

The door opened and one of the African vampires walked in.

"Marquez wants to see him," he said to Syd, not looking at me.

I got up, and Syd followed me out the door, where there were two more
vampires waiting to escort me.

"Alone," said the African vampire to Syd.

"Alright."

They led me to Marquez's room.  He was sitting in one of his chairs, facing
his TV set.  He was wearing an expensive looking suit.  He turned to look
at us as we came in, his expression blank.

"Leave us," he said, and the three guards left and shut the door.  He
didn't smile at me.  "Sit," he said.

I sat down in a chair across from him, not saying a word.

"I'll give you one more chance to reconsider before I lock you up for
good," he said, glaring at me.

"Go to hell," I replied.

"Before you make up your mind, let me show you the weight of your
decision."  He flipped on the TV.  Through the weak signal of a video
camera, I could see the image of my mother.  She looked bruised and
battered, and was chained two metal posts in an outside courtyard.  "I had
her flown here as soon as I could.  She's tied up outside, attended by my
men."  He lifted up a walkie-talkie.  "With just a word from me, she'll be
gone."

I was beyond enraged I wanted to run over and attack Marquez.  I would have
if I thought it would have done any good.  What about Jerry?  Was he okay?
"Where's my brother?" I asked him.

He smiled.  "Your brother, unfortunately, refused to submit to us.  He was
killed."

I didn't say anything, but tears started to mist my eyes.

"Once you become like us, I will let her go.  But not before.  If you
refuse, she will die."

I tried to think about the consequences of this decision.  If I became a
vampire, it meant eternity in a box.  Syd said the one with `the gift' was
always their greatest enemy.  Once the vampires had their enemy restrained,
they would surely gain immense power.  What would they do with that power?
I had a feeling that with Marquez in control, their agenda couldn't be too
healthy.  Probably many innocent lives would be lost.  I had to weigh those
lives against the life of my mother.  She was one person.

But how could I let my own mother die, especially after the guilt of my
brother's death now weighing down on me?  I should have tried to contact
them somehow.  Now it was too late.

I didn't have the courage to make the choice I knew was right.  I nodded my
head.  "Fine," I said.  "Do what you want with me."

He smiled then and stood up from his chair, lurking over me.

"Do exactly what I say.  Stand up."

I stood up off the chair.

"Drop the robe," he said.

I untied the robe and let it slip off my shoulders to the floor.

He smiled, looking at my nakedness, and started undoing his tie.  He took
of his jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt.  When he was bare-chested, he
undid his belt and pushed his pants and underwear to the floor.  His
familiar, flaccid dick looked like it was semi-hard.

"Lie on the bed," he said.

My heart starting to race, I walked over to the bed and got on top of the
silk sheets.  He walked to the foot of the bed, and crawled on, crawled on
top of me.

He climbed up to my throat, and licked it once slowly.

"In order for one to make a vampire, he must take all of the man's blood
inside himself almost to the point of death.  Then the vampire must wound
himself and offer his own blood to be drained out of him.  It is here that
the man must make a decision; either to become a vampire or to die.  You
must choose life; you must drink."

"I will," I said.

He bit into me then, and that feeling of calm ecstasy sank in as I felt him
slowly take the life out of me.  I knew I would probably regret this
decision, but could not ethically choose otherwise.  I shut my eyes.

Just as I started to feel dazed and weak from blood loss, I heard the
crackle of Marquez's walkie-talkie on the table.

"Sir, we don't know how it happened," said a voice.

Marquez refused to be interrupted, but I opened my eyes and looked at the
TV set.  There was my mother, chained as before, but now she was slumped
over on the ground in a pool of blood.

"She's dead," said the walkie-talkie.

It was like a dagger to my heart.  As soon as the shock started to
dissipate, the anger began to register.  I tried to pull away from Marquez,
but he would not stop sucking on my throat.

"The deal's off, I will not choose life, I will die if you keep it up!"

He pulled off, me, licking my wound away.

"Those idiots!" he screamed as he looked at the TV.

"You have nothing left to tempt me with," I said.  "You've killed everyone
that I love.  I will never be a vampire now, Marquez, all because of your
mistakes!"

I tried to get up, but felt woozy.  Marquez was off the bed, yelling in
Spanish into the walkie-talkie what must have been a string of foul curses.

Then he put on a robe, and was dragging me through the house naked, down
flights of stairs I had never been on, and into what could only be
described as a dungeon.  He through me into a dark, dirty cell and shut the
door on me.  I crawled onto the dusty cot and I cried myself to sleep.

*****

I don't know how long I was in that tiny, dark cell, but it seemed like an
eternity.  There was just a cot, and toilet, and a sink for water.  No
shower, nothing to do.

The only contact I had with anyone were the vampires who would open the
door briefly and slip my meals into me, never saying a word, never even
looking at me, regardless of what I said or did.  If I tried to break out
when they opened the door, they would easily restrain me and toss me back
inside my cell.  I didn't try after a while.

I spent most of my thoughts on my brother and my mom, crying for them,
verbally talking to them as if they were with me, apologizing to them
endlessly.  When I would sleep I would dream of them.  When I was awake, I
might as well have still been dreaming.

After a long while of this, it settled into my head that this is what the
rest of my life would be like.  And, perhaps worse, since I wouldn't age,
this might be what my life would be like for all of time.  Somehow this
offered me a sort of resigned calmness as anxiety washed over me like
nothing.  I just didn't care anymore.

After a long while in the dark, I was sure that I was slowly going crazy.
When the vampires came to deliver my sparse food, I thought I could feel
them coming down the stairs.  I thought I could hear them turning the keys
on the outer doors, even though I could not.  As they opened the doors, the
only time scarce light filtered into my cell, I thought I could feel in
them the lust for blood.  I knew the only thing I was feeling was my own
insanity.

And that's how things went on for months at a time.  I almost wanted to
stop eating, to end my misery, but I knew I could not.  The resoluteness
that had never misguided me was still strong, even as all my other
faculties crumbled.  I knew I could last forever, as that was surely my
fate.

And then one evening, my fate changed.

*****

I woke up from my sleep hearing noises.  Loud crashes, the clang of metal,
and yelling and screaming.

Then I slipped into my delusion.  A vampire, running down the steps towards
the dungeon.  Keys turning locks.  My cell door opened, and I squinted as
bright light illuminated his my face.  It was like the vampire before me
held the sun in his hands.

"Jake, get up."

It was Syd's voice.  Then I realized that he was holding a flashlight.  I
hadn't seen Syd in so long, I wasn't sure if I really had awakened.

"Come on, hurry," he said.  "Jesus, you're filthy.  Here, put on this."

He tossed me a robe.  I wrapped it around me as I sat up, still in a haze.

"We're under attack," he said.  "Wolves.  I don't know how they learned
about this place."

"Where is Marquez?"

"Upstairs in the council room, as is the entire council.  Well, except for
Griffith.  Marquez only called the council here yesterday, and the North
Americans haven't arrived yet."

"You're a North American," I said.

"Yeah, but I haven't left Africa for months.  I've already been relieved of
duty.  Now come on, we've got to get out of here."

He pulled me onto my feet and pushed me out through the door.  My legs were
weak and unsteady on the stairs, so he lifted me over his shoulder and
swept up the stairs with ease.

Once we were back in the main part of the house, the regular houselights
filled my eyes with their orange glow.  All around us were dead vampires,
their bodies mutilated.  Blood everywhere.  Somewhere in the distance it
sounded like the fight still raged on.

"They've got the council members trapped," I said.  "They're killing them
one by one."  I didn't know how I knew that, but I did.

Right then one of the wolves came in from another room. It was a shocking
sight, a monster coming towards us.  It was huge, must have been ten feet
tall.  It looked like a robust wolf walking on its hind legs.  Its muzzle
and teeth were equally impressive.

Syd set me down, pulled out a thin sword from a sheath that he was wearing,
and charged at wolf.  He sliced into the wolf's chest, but the sword
wouldn't go through, it became lodged in there.  The wolf growled
monstrously and rammed Syd with an amazing brute force.  Syd flew across
the room, crashing into the wall.  Terrified, I thought he might have been
killed, but he got up again, yelled, and charged the beast.  This time he
moved with such dazzling speed across the wolf, pulling his blade back out
of its chest, and then, dodging the wolf's attacks, jumped up and sliced
the beast's head off with a shower of blood.

"They're stronger than us," he said, "but we are faster."

Three more wolves staggered into the room, snarling.

"Uh-oh," he said.  He sheathed his sword, and ran towards me.

He picked me up again and we flew out of the room, the wolves giving a
quick chase.  We came to a back exit of the house.  Syd opened the door,
but a wolf was blocking the way.  Syd backed up as the wolf stepped inside
followed by a half-dozen more wolves.  And the wolves were coming from the
other way too; we were completely surrounded.

Syd held me up then, as if presenting my body to the wolves.  "I know you
smell him," he said.  "He is the gifted one, and he is infinitely more
powerful than the last.  Anger him, and you will taste his fury."

Playing along, I tried to shift my expression from one of terror to one of
anger.  "If you touch me or him, it will be the end of you."

The wolves stopped closing around us.  They seemed to be conflicted,
confused.  Then they began snarling again.

>From the door in front of us, Tetsuo came flying through, blade in hand,
and took out three wolves in a matter of seconds.  As the others started to
react, twenty or so other vampires in suits followed him, with Griffith
following the pack.  It was no time before all of the wolves in the room
had been dispatched.

"Three helicopters on the lawn," said Griffith.  "We killed the pilots."

"You came just in time," said Syd to Griffith.  "There are more upstairs."

"We'll take care of them," said Griffith, motioning his soldiers on.

"I'll come with you," said Syd, placing me onto the ground.  "Jake, you'll
be safe if you just stay here."

They swept out of the room.  Moments later I could hear the distant sounds
of fighting.  I looked around at the bloody scene around me, wanting badly
to leave but not budging.

I heard a scrambling noise, and looked behind me.  Marquez, badly wounded,
was dragging himself along the ground, into the room.  He was bleeding
everywhere; his throat seemed practically cut out.  He looked up at me.

"Need your blood," he hissed, barely able to form the words.

He crawled towards my feet, showing his fangs.  Disgusted, I backed away.
He died right in front of me.

Syd and Griffith walked in soon after that.

"It's Marquez," said Griffith.

"He's dead."

"Everyone is dead," said Syd.  "We were the only survivors."

"But all the wolves are dead too," said Griffith.  "None have escaped."

*****

After that night, Marquez assumed command of that fortress in South Africa.
He took over Marquez's room, and had me locked up in his old room.  I was
hoping he would let me free, but he was too cautious.  Anyway, I much
preferred the large, open quarters of the upscale room to the dingy cell
down in the basement.  I took an extremely long shower, scrubbing all the
filth off of me that had accumulated for so long.  I shaved off the beard
that had grown on my face, and felt rejuvenated.

There was always a guard posted outside my bedroom door.  Three vampires
rotated this duty, splitting up the hours of the day into thirds.  All of
them would send down for food whenever I wanted.  One of them, the evening
guard, would come in and chat with me regularly.  His name was Jordan, and
he was a handsome red-head from Vermont who had only been a vampire for ten
years and was totally dedicated to Griffith.  He always kept me up on all
the happenings in the house.

Griffith had complete control over the Organization as all the other
continents argued over who to promote to council.  Apparently the retiring
councilmen would traditionally pick a successor.  Now that they had all
died, there was a lack of structure in all the continents, except for North
America.

Griffith had reinforcements flown in from the US to protect the African
house, although Griffith himself usually resided in the States.  There was
an expectation that the African base would be moved now that the wolves had
discovered its location, but Griffith refused.  He didn't want to undertake
the extreme task of moving all of the hibernating vampires in the crypt.

Syd was still around, although Griffith had given orders that nobody should
be allowed to visit me.  Jordan spoke well of him.  I got the picture that
Syd was obviously someone who was highly respected by these vampires.

Although much healthier than before, I was starting to get extremely bored
with my surroundings.  But once again my luck was about to change.

*****

I was in bed reading when the door opened, and Jordan walked in, and shut
the door behind him.

"Hey, Jordan," I said.

He smiled and looked at me funny.  "It's Syd."

"What about him?"

"No, me.  I'm Syd.  Be very quiet."

He traipsed across the room, pulled a key off his key chain, and unlocked
the padlocked chains that were holding my balcony door shut.  He opened the
door, and Syd jumped inside, apparently coming down from the roof.

"Thank you, Jordan," said Syd.  "Now where should we put you?"

Jordan walked over to the bed and plopped down on it, face down.  He seemed
to be unconscious.

"What did you do to him?" I asked.

"I was controlling him.  We call it puppeteering.  I'll explain later,
let's get out of here before the other guards come in."

"What about my stuff?"

"Leave it."

I followed him out onto the balcony.  He climbed onto the roof above us,
and pulled me up with him.  It wasn't so steep that it was hard to maneuver
on.  As he walked over the top of the house, I crawled behind him.  When he
got to a place where the roof was only ten feet or so away from the
perimeter wall, he picked me up, put me over his shoulder, and jumped.

I thought the landing would kill me, but somehow Syd landed so softly that
I barely felt it.  He put me back on my feet, and we ran out to the road.
Some distance out, a car was parked along the shoulder.  Syd opened it, and
I got in the passenger seat.

It was only after we started to drive away that he started talking again.

"In a few minutes Jordan will be awake again.  They'll be after us."

"How did you control him?"

He smiled wryly.  "It's a trick I never told you about.  You know how
vampires can stun humans if we bite them, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, we can use that trick on non-humans as well, but there's another
trick that's even better.  If we bite a non-human whose mind is weaker than
our own, we can control them.  It's like we psychically inhabit their body
for a time."

"How long does it last?" I asked.

"It depends on how strong the puppeteer is.  I haven't had much practice
myself, so for me it only lasts for an hour, max.  Don't worry, this trick
won't work on you."

"How did you manage to bite Jordan, then?"

"I invited him back to my room.  He was eager to please me."

There was a moment of silence.  Then I asked, "Why did you do it?"

"Because god knows I owe it to you.  After all that I've done."

"What happens if they catch us?"

"You'll be safe.  They'll just lock you up again.  Don't worry."

"What about you?"

He hesitated.  "They'll kill me for insubordination."

"This means you'll never be allowed back.  It means you'll never be put in
the crypt with the others."

"I know what it means," he said resolutely.

I paused.  "So what now?  Head to the airport in Capetown?"

"No.  They have more influence in this country than you know.  Capetown
would be one of the worst places we could go.  Besides, you don't have a
passport, and I have some cash, but my credit card is traceable."

"So, what, we're just going to drive around the country?"

He shook his head.  "No, they'll start putting up road checks.  We need to
get off the road as soon as we can.  We'll drive to the north tonight, and
then go on foot through the coastal ranges, avoiding civilization as much
as possible.  If we can get across the border to Namibia, we'll be safe.
From there we can arrange for transportation out of Africa."

"Wait, you want us to walk across the countryside?  This is Africa!  What
about dehydration and the heat?"

"Don't worry, we're going across land that gets a fair amount of rain.
There's forest in some places and streams, and the weather is cool.  In any
case, I've packed a huge amount of water for you."

"What about lions and elephants and all that?" I protested.

"It's unusual to see any dangerous animals in the countryside.  If we do
see some, we'll just be smart about it.  Anyway, I bet I could take on a
lion."

"You've been planning this for a while, haven't you?"

"Yeah.  Nothing else to do with my time but scheme.  Couldn't do anything
when Marquez had you locked in the basement, but ever since you were moved
upstairs, I've been thinking about how to bust you out."

"Thanks," I said.

He put his hand on my knee and squeezed it for a second.

We drove until the sun came up over the hills, and then pulled into a bank
out of site of the main road.  There were two backpacks in the trunk
waiting for us, along with a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and hiking boots for
me, which I changed into.  Syd was already dressed in similar gear.

I started to lift one of the backpacks.

"That's my pack," said Syd, grabbing it away from me and slinging it onto
his back.

"What's the difference?" I asked.

"Just about forty pounds."

I grabbed my own pack, which was heavy but manageable, and we were on our
way.

The countryside was beautiful.  We came across the sporadic farm or small
village, which we avoided.  The weather was sunny and warm but not too hot,
and I drank water from a bottle Syd had removed from his pack as we trekked
along.  I didn't see any of the exotic animals associated with the
continent, but we did see plenty of birds, lizards, and snakes.  We stopped
for lunch, which turned out to be dehydrated food (it wasn't all that
great), and kept on walking.  Of course, Syd never had to stop.  He just
kept on setting the pace, walking with the map and compass ahead of me.

"You know, you'd have a much better chance of escaping this country if you
left me and went on your own," I said to him during the afternoon.

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have betrayed my kin in the first place,"
he said, "so why would I want to give up on you now?"

Although I was tired beyond belief, Syd made me keep on walking until half
past seven, when we came to a small stream.

"This is where we camp for tonight," he pronounced.

We started unpacking.  Between the two of us, we had two sleeping bags, one
inflatable pillow, a small gas stove, one pot and one pan, a water filter,
2 changes of clothes for each of us, a two person tent, a tarp, and a whole
lot of water and dehydrated food.

I set up the tent while he filtered some stream water and starting cooking
my dehydrated dinner.  The tent was easy to erect but it seemed tiny.  It
was much longer than it was wide, making it look more like a nylon coffin
that any square tent that I was used to.

Syd gave me my dinner, an awful dish of re-hydrated chicken and pasta, and
I shoved it down my throat as soon as possible.  I noticed that he pulled
out of his pack a plastic container filled with blood, and started drinking
it like it was Yoo-hoo.

"Good blood?" I asked.

"Type O positive," he said.  "Not a good one."

"Are you serious?"

"No, I can't tell the difference.  Cold blood is always bad."

"Why don't you heat it up over the stove," I suggested.

"It's not about temperature.  It's just not alive.  Drinking living blood
is like having great sex.  Dead blood is like, well like drinking blood
would be for you, I guess.  Salty, boring, and sort of strange."  He downed
the rest of it.

Soon after that I was ready for bed; I had just gone a night without sleep
and walked for miles.  He said he was going to stay up for a bit longer, so
I climbed into the tent.  My sleeping bad was stretched out along the right
side of the tent, and his was right beside it.  The tent was small enough
so that they overlapped a bit.  It was hot, so I stripped down to my
underwear and got into my bag.  Although the ground felt hard under me, I
was asleep in no time.

******

When I woke up, it was morning.  I was on my side, my face almost against
the blue of the tent wall.  I rolled over onto my right side, facing Syd.
He was asleep, his head curled up under his muscular arm.  His sleeping bag
was pulled up to his sternum, leaving his arms and chest bare.  The zipper
on his right side was zipped down, revealing a crack of skin from his chest
to his calf.  I could tell by his bare hip that he wasn't wearing any
underwear.  He was so beautiful lying there.

I started to feel those old feelings that I had before.  Angry with myself,
I hopped out of my bag, left the tent, and started to wash myself in the
stream.  I couldn't let myself be ruled by my physical attraction.
Attraction had only led me to disaster in the past.  My attraction to Syd
in the first place had cost me my freedom, and the lives of my brother and
mother.  My attraction to Victor had ended violently, and my attraction to
Marquez could have led me into vampirehood.  Again my gut told me that
resuming a physical relationship with Syd could only lead to more problems.

I made myself breakfast, and he came out of the tent in a pair of jeans,
but no shirt.  I instinctlvley glanced at the package his was filling out
in his pants, then turned away, angry at myself.  We packed up everything,
and were on our way again.

This time we hiked along the stream for the entire day.  A grove of trees
grew on each side of the stream, so the landscape was quite beautiful.

By late afternoon we reached a point where the stream bent to the west,
towards the ocean.  Knowing we'd have to part from it, we decided to camp
there for the night.  The stream was wider and deeper here than it ever had
been.

After we set up the tent and I ate a meal, I decided to walk downstream a
bit to a large, deep pool in the stream to wash off the dirt I had picked
up from the day's journey.

"Are you sure there aren't any crocs or hippos in the water?" I asked, only
half serious.

"I'm sure," he said.

"And no poisonous water snakes, either?"

"No, sir.  And no piranhas or electric eels, or evil mermaids either."

With those bold assurances, I walked down to the pool that seemed to be
created just for swimming, a good ways out of sight of Syd.  I undressed,
and stepped into the water, a little hesitantly because the sun was glaring
on the surface, making it impossible to see into it.  When I reached the
center of the pool, the water came up to my chin.  I started washing
myself.

In the corner of my eye I thought I saw something move in the water
upstream of the pool.  When I turned to look, there was nothing.  On edge,
I returned to my washing, keeping an eye upstream.

Something latched on to my left foot.  I started shaking it violently, but
couldn't break free.  Then I was pulled under water.  I thrashed and
kicked, but couldn't free myself.  I needed to breathe, but could not.

Hands lifted me up by my armpits to the surface.  I gasped for air, and
gaped at Syd's laughing face.

"I thought I'd give you a croc attack," he said.

"You scared the shit out of me," I said, pushing him under the water by the
shoulders in retaliation.

He dived under again, and after a second I felt his hand on my leg, pulling
me underwater.  After a minute, he let me go and I surfaced, standing up.
As soon as I got my bearings, though, he grabbed my leg and pulled me under
again.

This time, in order to keep him from sneaking up on my again, I caught his
waist with my legs, wrapping them firmly around him.  I stuck my head up
for air, my legs still around his body.

He stood up with his head and shoulders above water.  With his abdomen
still between my legs, his face was close to mine.  He laughed, and wrapped
his arms around me.

"You can't drown me.  I could hold my breath forever," he said.

In all the excitement, I was starting to get hard.  As he felt my erection
against his body, his smile faded.  He closed his eyes, and moved towards
me.  His lips touched me tentatively and tenderly at first, and I thought I
could resist.  But I was wrong.  I kissed him hard then, and he kissed me
back, moving his tongue inside of me.  He kissed his way down my chin, and
started licking and biting my neck as I squeezed my legs tighter around
him.

"Let's go back to the tent," he suggested.  I agreed.  "Get on my back and
I'll swim you there."

I spun around on his body so that I was pressed against his back, and put
my arms around his shoulders.

"Hold your breath," he said.

I took a deep breath, and he dove under the water, moving with such speed
and grace upstream.  When I felt like I needed to breath again, Syd
intuitively swam up high enough so my head was out of water.  I took
another breath and he dove back down.

He stood up and walked us out of the stream by the tent before I got off.
We both dried ourselves off with a towel, and then we went into the tent.
He lay down first, inviting me to crawl on top of him.  I did, kissing him
hard as I landed.

I licked his chin, and then traced my tongue along his neck.  I went to his
nipple, and sucked furiously at it before nibbling it a little.  I did the
same thing to the other nipple, then licked down towards his abdomen and
stuck my tongue in his navel.

When I got to his dick it was still soft.  I was amazed at his
self-control.  I grabbed a hold of it, rolling it around between my thumb
and forefinger.  I felt his dick throb in my hand, and I stroked some more.
It rose up to its full size in my hand.  I licked my lips at the sight.

"Have you ever sucked a dick before?" he asked.

Thinking about the uninspired session with Marquez, I answered, "Yes,
once."

"You don't have to do it, Jakey," he said.  "Not if it makes you
uncomfortable."

I didn't answer him, but I knew what I wanted.

I let go of his dick, and pushed open his knees with my hands.  I dove down
to his balls, and licked them gently.  Then I took his right ball into my
mouth as he moaned and squirmed.  As I sucked on it, his hard dick was
rubbing against my face.  Precum started to ooze from his slit, and some
got on my forehead.  I sucked on his other ball then too, then licked my
way up the base of his dick to the underside of his head.  I stuck my
tongue into his slit, digging out a drop of pre-cum, which I quickly
swallowed.  I loved the subtle saltiness of it as it slid into my throat.
Then I took his head into my mouth, closing my lips around it.  I circled
my tongue around his smooth head as he moaned appreciatively.

He started rubbing my hair with his hands as I licked, and I went farther
down on his dick.  At first I thought I would gag, but that went away
quickly as his dick slid fully into my mouth and throat.  I licked the base
of his dick as I rubbed my nose around in his pubes.  I inhaled deeply,
taking in his mild but powerful scent.  With my right hand, I stroked his
balls gently and slowly, still wet from my spit.

"Are you sure this is only the second time you've done this?" he asked.

I nodded as much as I could with his dick stuck in my face.

After staying with his dick all the way in for a while, I slowly started to
pull back, keeping my lips tight against him as I went back to his head.
Then, after licking his head, I dove back down, pushing his dick all the
way inside me again.  I started to repeat this process.

When I went back to having just his head in my mouth, I noticed a large
amount of precum was oozing out of him and into my mouth.  I rolled it
around on my tongue, savoring it.  I stuck my slick tongue all over his
head, rubbing his precum back onto him.

"Jesus, that feels good," he said.

He squeezed my head hard with his fingers, and started pumping furiously
into my mouth.  He came soon after, my mouth erupting with the slimy, salty
taste of his cum.  After he was done shooting, his dick started to deflate
in my mouth.  When it was completely soft, he removed it, and I used my
lips make sure it was clean of cum.  Then I swallowed his load, tasting the
strange flavor and texture of it.

Without a word, Syd grabbed me, pulled me on top of him, and kissed me
again.  He wrapped his arms around my body, and then wrapped his legs
around mine.  My dick throbbed against his soft dick, my precum starting to
leak into his bush.  Still holding onto me, he rolled us over so that he
was on top, and crawled into a sitting position between my legs.

He put both of his hands on my knees, pulling them wide apart.  He started
rubbing slowly with both hands up my thighs.  He moved them around to my
inner thighs, and up until he brushed my balls.  Then he moved his hands up
in the crevices between the top of my thighs and each side of my sack.  He
curled his fingers under and around my balls, rubbing them softly.

Instead of going for my dick next, he moved his hands up from my balls,
just brushing against the base of my dick and rubbing my stomach instead.
He started to dig into my pubes with his fingers.

Then he moved his head down, and licked one of my balls a little bit.  When
he took them into his mouth, I thought I would erupt right then.  He let my
balls slip out of his mouth as he let my dick slide around on his lips,
moistening them with my precum.  He opened his lips, and allowed entry to
my dick.  The warm wetness felt amazing.  Instantly he took the whole thing
in, his nose hitting my pubes.  I could feel my sensitive dickhead react to
the smooth texture of his throat.  He started stroking my balls with his
fingers as he went up and down on me, each movement sending waves of
pleasure through me.  Knowing that I couldn't last any longer, I started to
come, feeling that most intense orgasm I had experienced up to that point
in my life.  He sucked harder as my cum filled his mouth, swallowing
everything.  He slid my dick out of my mouth, crawling on top of me, and we
kissed again, wrapping our arms around each other.

"I wanted this so badly," he said.  "I didn't think you'd ever want me
again."

"I always wanted you," I said.

"Whatever I may have done to you, I love you Jakey," he said.  "I didn't
mean to hurt you."

"I know.  I love you too, you know that."

Then he was silent for a while as he looked away from me.  "There's
something I need to tell you," he said.  "The last secret I have from you."

"What is it?"

"Your father didn't die in a car accident.  I killed him.  Me."

I was shocked.  I rolled out from under him and hopped outside of the tent.

"Jake?"

I didn't answer him.  Naked, I walked down the stream until I came to my
forgotten clothes.  I put them back on and sat there for a while, thinking.

I came back after dark.  Syd was dressed again, and had food cooking over
the stove.

"Here, I made you a meal," he said as he handed it to me.

I started eating.  "Why'd you do it?" I asked suddenly.

"Like I said, I was supposed to keep close to him and try to seduce him.
It was tough work.  He was a jerk, always telling everybody off, always so
arrogant.  And because I was playing the part of his best friend, I had to
behave the same way.  Then I started seeing what he'd been doing to you and
your brother.  I realized that he wasn't just self-destructive, but violent
too.  I thought I could separate my job from my feelings.  One night, we
had come home from a bar and he was hammered.  You asked me for help with
your homework and I went to help you.  Then he got mad at you, saying that
you should be in bed.  He just stood up and decked you across the face.
You were balling, and I took you to your room that night.  When I went back
downstairs, he was bragging about how strong he was and how he had to teach
his pussy boy a lesson.  I laughed with him, but I couldn't take it
anymore.  I bit him then and sucked him dry."

I finished my food and looked him in the eye.  "You killed him when we
slept upstairs."

"That's right.  I created the car accident later that night.  I not only
failed my assignment.  I failed you as well.  I'm sorry."

I smiled at him.  "It's okay.  If you hadn't killed him, I probably would
have someday."

"But if he was still alive, he'd be going through everything that you are
now.  It's because of me that you're here."

"At least I have you with me now."

I walked over to him and kissed him.

"Now we know everything about each other, and everything is forgiven," I
said.

"I will never deceive you again.  I don't follow anyone's orders anymore."

TO BE CONTINUED