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Sam (sam_lakes@hotmail.com)


The Secret Life of Jonathan Greenwich

by Sam Lakes

Chapter 5

Dad met Doc and me at the door. Doc entered first and Dad shook his hand and they hugged then Dad said, “Melissa is in the kitchen, I just want to hug my boy for about two years.” He let out a chuckle as Doc disappeared into the kitchen and I soon found myself in Dad’s arms being hugged.

I pulled back a bit and looked at Dad with tears streaming down his eyes. I had never seen him cry. I rested my head on his chest, “I guess it’s weird to see your old man cry, huh? It’s just that for a while there I thought I was going to lose you.” I hugged him.

“Dad, I love you so much…I’m okay now. Really.”

Mom looked at me. It was a repeat performance of my hug with Dad. I noticed one thing though. I was now taller than Mom. I guess she realized it because she commented on it, which made me feel pretty good.

“Where’s Peter?” I asked.

“He’s sleeping, dear. He only got home three or four hours ago and was exhausted.”

“I want to go up and lay with him until breakfast is ready. Doc gave me some papers to read.” I blushed.

“Okay, dear, we’ll call you when it’s ready,” said Mom.

I spooned myself up against Peter. I inhaled his fragrance by breathing in through my nose and mouth at the same time. He had a distinct fragrance and had always had an effect upon me – he had a naturally clean smell even when we’d wrestle around and he got all hot and sweaty he never had a pungent smell the way some boys do.

I found myself nibbling and gently sucking on his earlobe. It was so soft.

“Mmmm, don’t stop,” Peter whispered.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” I apologized softly, “it’s just that you taste so good. Doc gave me some papers for us to read about sex, gay sex. Perhaps we could read them later.”

Peter turned over and faced me saying, “We could read them now.” He smiled. He had such an eager look on his face and I hated to disappoint him but I was starving.

“Nope, later because I’m starving.”

“Well,” he said as his hand slid down to my crotch, “I’ll have you for breakfast, Vampire sausage with semen sauce,” he said in such a low sexy voice.

He ran his tongue slowly across his lips and his hand gently squeezed my hardening member. I could feel my fangs starting to extend, I leant forward to kiss him and my fang caught his lip and he winced slightly.

“I’m sorry,” I said pulling back, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I…” my eyes were fixated on a drop of blood resting on his lip, it started to roll off his voluptuous lips. I moved forward and captured the drop before it fell, with a flick of my tongue. Moments passed as I savored its flavor. Waves of pleasure flowed through my body for the first time.

“I want you…I love you…Peter, I want to bite you, I need to taste you inside me…Can I bite?” I asked so quietly. Almost imperceptibly he nodded his approval. My fangs were fully extended, a thin stream of saliva poured from them onto his lips, which he quickly licked up with his tongue and moaned in delight.

“Mmmm. Jonathan, that was sweet like honey, bite me, take my blood, I love you.”

I slowly lowered my head. His neck was now wet with my saliva, I had never produced so much saliva. Slowly my fangs pierced his neck then entered the carotid artery. I could hear the beating of his heart almost in synchronization with my own heart; I could feel the warmth, the speed at which the blood flowed through his artery.

“Oh! Oh! Oh, God! Jonathan, suck my blood!” he moaned.

I drank only a few cc’s then pulled back. I saw the two puncture marks close and heal. In an instant waves of pleasure were passing from my head to my toes as I savored Peter’s blood. I had never felt anything so extreme, exciting, exhilarating, intoxicating, arousing, stimulating as it did at that moment. If this was my kind of sex then I would become an addict.

I plunged my head back down to his neck and slowly and gently my fangs sunk into his jugular vein. His blood, which I had ingested, slowly flowed out of my fangs and into his blood stream.

I felt my body exploding in such pleasure. Peter’s body was writhing in pleasure as he moaned, “Jonathan I’m cumming!”

My fangs released, my body arched, I gasped as wave after wave of hot vampire sperm was expelled from my penis.

I lay on top of Peter, weak and helpless as we both seemed to pass into a dreamless and delightful sleep.

Although I had slept for three days after this sexual experience with Peter, I slept for another twelve hours, not waking until six-thirty in the evening. I discovered that I was naked with only a sheet covering me. I was alone in our bedroom.

I got up and after quickly showering and stuff I got dressed. I was ravenous, but not for food. I heard Peter, Mom, Dad, and Doc downstairs talking and rather than run into them I opened the window and jumped out.

Although it was easily a fifteen foot drop it only seemed a very short distance. It was dark, as the sun had set much earlier. I could hear a fight going on, not just two people but at least ten people. I ran to the fighting and by the time I arrived the fighting was about to begin between two gangs of teens brandishing knives and chains. One by one I dragged each youth into the darkness of the shadows, taking enough blood rapidly to cause them to faint.

When there were only two left I walked out of the shadows, ordering them to drop their weapons.

“Where the fuck is everybody and who the fuck are you!” said the boy still holding a chain.

“Last chance, drop your weapon,” I again ordered.


Before he said ‘you’ my hand had a vise-like grip on his neck and he was standing on his tiptoes.

“With a flick of my wrist I could break your neck,” my fangs extended. His face showed total fear. I continued, “or before you could raise your hand to strike me I could drain the blood from your body. You have a choice, drop your weapon or die. It makes no difference to me.”

His chain dropped to the ground. The guy he was fighting dropped his knife and I waved him over to me. He approached cautiously.

“Witness,” I said, then attacked the boy who had dropped the chain as he was in the process of retrieving a knife from his back pocket.

I sank my fangs into his carotid artery and drank a liter of his blood slowly as I watched the boy who had dropped his knife. The boy whose blood I was feasting on passed out and I lowered his body gently to the ground.

The boys in the shadows were beginning to come to so I dragged each into the light of the alley and told them to remain seated and quiet. One objected and started to get up. I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him toward me. “Witness!” I told the rest and once again plunged my fangs into the boy’s artery and drank a cupful, then released him.

“Gentlemen, you came here tonight to hurt, fight, and even to kill each other. For what reason I do not care but from this day forward that will not happen again. Your body has only five liters of blood. I have taken a half to a whole liter from each of you. If there is a next time that such a fight occurs you can count on me taking another liter. I need only see you three more times and you will be dead.”

“From this day forward you will do at least one good deed for an elderly person and one good deed for each person present here. Fight with or hurt another in this group and you will see me again and I will feast again.”

“You have been warned! Good night.”

"Wait!" called the boy who had dropped the knife, "Who are you? What are you?"

I smiled, "They call me the Vampire Boy of New Boston."

I leapt into the shadows and disappeared from their sight.