Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2017 01:26:23 +0000 From: Qwik Lub Subject: Cumpire - Tommy Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between a man and boys. No real or fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this story. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know you are doing the same things we do. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All constructive comments are welcome at qwiklub@hotmail.com. All flames will be ignored. Thanks to everyone who contributes to keep Nifty going. Keep 'em up! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I am a Cumpire. Like my vampire cousins I need to feed on a regular basis to feel alive. My particular taste is for young teen males who can produce copious amounts of cum to keep me alive and young. I love feasting on street kids; throwaways, runaways, gay or straight or bi or clueless it doesn't matter. My preferred hunting time is early evening in the extremes of weather. If it is too hot, or better yet too cold, I find young boys are willing to trade their bodies for shelter and food. I am totally honest with my prey about my hunger. So it is always a special feast when they accept my advances. I lived in a brownstone in the city where I could walk to the mass transit points where my victims would be waiting. The bus depot was a favorite spot since the boys that used it were typically on their last dime. It had been some time since my last prey left. I always give them the option to stay as long as they wished and agreed to my predation. The last boy was a hottie for sure. He was a latino about 13 years old with a beautifully proportioned body. I spent weeks sucking him dry. But he decided to go back to his family and work through whatever issues they had. I bought him a bus ticket and sent him on his way. He actually kissed me before boarding. Yes I know what you're thinking. I'm a world class pedo and I take advantage of boys. But I'm not a monster. Well maybe I am a monster, but in a Beauty and the Beast sort of way. It's all about consent. Not legal consent, but rather emotional consent. Many of my prey are gay kids that were abandoned by their families. They crave my attention. Even more are str8 boys that have been dealt hard hands at life and can accept the attentions of a man that actually cares, even if they only want it for a short while. So it was time for me to feed again. It wasn't a perfect time to hunt. The weather was the mild mix of early spring with warm days and chilly, but not extreme, nights. This was a tougher time to negotiate with boys because they figured they could survive the nights. But I had to feed to stay alive. So I prepared, showered thoroughly, made sure I had alchohol and weed and video games to entice my young victims. I opened the door and started down the steps of my brownstone. That's when he approached me. I recognized him immediately. It was Tommy, a blue eyed, sandy haired youth of maybe 14 or 15 at this point. Tall and lanky, about 5' 9-10" and 125 pounds, he was long and lean. I took him in when he was 13. I had no doubt he was straight, but he was also desparate and horny as fuck so it worked for awhile. He was always a snarly kid with attitude for days. I am very patient by nature, but even so Tommy was a test. Fortunately for me he was also well hung so I had incentive to put up with his attitude. Tommy approached me as I descended the stairs. I saw he was quite a bit disheveled. His hair was much longer than the last time I saw him. It looked like he hadn't had a haircut in many weeks, or maybe months. I also took note that his face was a bit grimey. His eyes had a look that mixed defiance and desperation. I presumed from the overall look he had been here for some time deciding whether to ring my bell. "Hello Tommy." "Hello Dave." There was a tone in his voice that suggested he was trying to put us on equal terms with a first-name basis. That reinforced my read that he was in a desparate place. Along with giving my boys the option to leave when they want I also give my boys the option to return if they want. It's like that old metaphor about the open bird cage. If the bird flies out and returns it is yours. If it flies out and doesn't return it was never yours. My straight boy Tommy had come back and we both knew he was mine. I decided to make this easier for him since I also knew it had to have been a rough time that forced his return. I turned around and opened my door. "Welcome home." Tommy looked defiantly into my eyes, took a deep breath and marched past me up the stairs into my home. Once inside I closed and locked the door. I didn't say anything, waiting for him to set the pace. I already knew victory was mine and I would imminently feed again. Our eyes locked, and his mouth moved slightly. Tommy was tough and rarely betrayed any vulnerablility. Finally he spoke up in what I noticed to be a deeper voice than our last exchange. "Ok motherfucker. I'm back. You got me." That was it. No long monologues from Tommy. I caught the 'mother' thing and knew the game was afoot. "Care to tell me why you are back, straight boy?" The last bit was an intentional taunt to see how deep was his resolve. Tommy knew full well what I wanted and he knew what he would have to give to be here. He did not disappoint me. "You were right. The only way to survive on the street is to give it up. And plenty of bastards just wanna use kids and throw us away. Or worse." His face fell, then hardened again. I so wanted to take him into my arms and just hug him. However I knew this boy. He was special. I needed to let him set the boundaries on our relationship. I knew his body was mine for the taking. But I also knew his heart and mind were fair game. "You want to clean up?" I asked. "Yeah. But first I need a drink. You want to see me naked now or wait until I shower?:" "Now please. Of course." Tommy didn't hesistate, but immediately removed his shirt, then his sneakers, then his jeans and piled them on the floor. He wasn't wearing any underwear. Standing up again he placed his hands behind his head with elbows out to give that classic view of his naked body. Tommy's body was the very definition of lean. His pecs were squarely defined, but not bulky, with nickel sized, dark pinks areolas and pencil eraser nips. He had six pack abs and a deep cleft between his collar bones that started a slight trench leading from his throat to a flush belly button. That never failed to draw my tongue to trace his form. I could count his ribs and almost every individual muscle from his neck to the vee angling from his hips to his groin. His legs were similarly cut in a combination of cross-country and soccer player's shapeliness. At his center was that rare combination of shower and grower. His cock hung 4-5 inches soft with a pair of egg sized balls that hung in a hairless sack just lower than his cock head most days. But hard he grew to a full 8x6 inches of monster dick. I knew this for a fact. I enjoyed measuring him many times while he stayed here. That dick would be impressive on an adult. On a 13 year old it was a thing of legend. I nicknamed it Gargantua. His overall shape was definitely long, lean and very edible. He had gained a couple of inches in height and I immediately wondered how much bigger his hard had become. I looked forward to measuring him again. Tommy's whole body was still smooth except for a full, dark blond pubic patch surrounding his dick and a fine line of matching hairs marking both his armpits. I enjoyed the sight of the wispy trails hair under each arm. His cock and balls were a slightly darker rosy color than the rest of his body. I noticed his ballsac was still smooth. I also noticed the bruises all over his body, some old and greenish and some much more purple and fresh. Someone had abused this boy and I was angry to think that happened. Tommy saw me looking and accurately read my reaction. "Yeah I got beat up out there. I fucked the bastard up though. He was running a meth lab while making vids torturing young boys. I got away and tipped off the police and they busted him. So he won't hurt any more kids." I was proud of Tommy. I always knew he was a clever boy and a survivor. Add those assets to his handsome looks and blue ribbon genitalia and my money would always be on this kid. Even now he looked bigger than I remembered. Standing naked before me in my entrance hall he was taller and filled out a little more, but still very much a hung and beautiful teen. " You like this?" He challenged me and smiled. My eyes gave all the response necessary. "You told me the streets was a dangerous place. You also told me I was safe here, and now I know that's true. So here I am. I need that drink." My brain was on overload. I woke up this morning concentrating on going hunting and here one of my prize conquests brought himself to me for the taking. Tommy turned and walked to the kitchen. I followed like a puppy dog. Have I described Tommy's body? Of course I have, but there's still more to admire. Watching him walk away was a reminder of how long and lean boys look fantastic going both ways. (Yes I caught the pun.) His shoulders were slightly broader than his narrow hips. His back flowed into a nicely trim waist of probably not more than size 24/26 and from there into that beautiful, dimpled, and lean teen ass. From there his body flowed into beautiful thighs and lovely long calves. His feet were perfect. Like a colt, I thought. I could watch him walk for hours. He open the refrigerator, looked for a moment then took out a beer. Tommy gave me yet another challenging look. Yeah right, like I was going to admonish him for taking a beer. A thought bubble must have appeared over my head. 'Young man you are too young to legally drink alchohol, but also young enough for me to molest.' Instead I said, "The bottle opener is next to the fridge in the second drawer down. Tommy opened the drawer and found the bottle opener. He opened his beer effortlessly. He took a long swig off the beer in his hand, almost draining it in one chug. Then he stopped and belched loud and long. We both laughed and that was the ice breaker we needed. I walked up to him and took his generous jewels in my hands. "You missed Gargantua?", he asked. I nodded in assent. I had no words to speak my pleasure as I fondled his awesome young sex and reached around to grope that sweet ass. Tommy finished his beer. Without breaking my contact he opened the fridge to get another and opened that. Then he surprised me and slipped an arm around my neck. Without a word he kissed me. Now you have to know not only was Tommy a declared str8 boy who condescended to let gay guys touch him, he absolutely rejected any kind of emotionally intimate gay behavior. In six months of living together he had never once let me kiss him on the lips. But today was very different. His kiss took my breath away. Tommy leaned in and rested his forehead against mine. "Dave you told me the world was out to get kids like me, but I thought I knew everything. I thought Gargantua and I could handle everything. But it's not like that at all. You were right, and I got hurt out there. Fact is my big dick made me more of a target. I'm lucky I didn't get anything life-threatening like AIDS, but still I got hurt bad. So I came back to be with you and know I'm safe. Any kind of sex you want is cool with me because I know you love me and won't hurt me. Am I right?" He looked directly into my soul with his electric blue eyes. Did I mention his eyes? I guess I was too taken with describing his awesome body to mention the sapphire eyes. I didn't have control over my speech to articulate the way my heart was feeling. Without letting go of Tommy's cock and balls I leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips. We kissed deeply, mixing tongues, and again that was another first for me with this str8 boy. Finally I came up for oxygen. "Of course bae, if I may call you that. I meant it when I told you that you are always safe with me. And thank you." I gave his now rising dick an extra firm squeeze when I said that. Tommy smiled. "Cool. Shower time?" He finished that beer and retreived one more. Hmm. I'd have to watch that as I had never seen him drink so much. This experience was like meeting a new boy for the first time even though he was also so familiar. He had changed, but I also knew it was ultimately for the better if I was going to have any say in it. Tommy didn't wait for me to respond but moved slowly away from my grasp and back to the entryway. He bent over to pick up his clothes (another change in habits) and I felt his ass again. So smooth and lovely. Tommy climbed the stairs and clearly remembered the way to my bedroom. He walked just slowly enough to let me continue to fondle his young ass as we ascended. When we entered my room he casually and familiarly tossed his clothes onto a chair and continued into the bathroom. Tommy stopped in front of the toilet and lifted the lid. "I gotta take a piss. I was outside for a couple of hours. Want to hold it for me?" My hands spoke for me. He soon started a laser stream into the water. I could feel the stream coursing through his thick cock. Heaven. I pressed my body up against his as he pissed. I realized at that moment I had been hard since he entered my home. Our home. His stream stopped after what seemed several minutes. "So Dave, how about making extra sure I'm squeaky clean and washing me yourself?" The grin on Tommy's face told me he knew he had me even before asking the question. I silently followed him into the shower, stripping my clothes as I did so. Tommy reached in and started the shower, making sure the temperature was right before stepping in. "Rinse me. Please." Some of the familiar, younger Tommy was coming through, although this time he did say, "Please.". He knew how much I worshipped his body. We had spent many showers together with me lovingly bathing him. This time I was especially gentle and thorough, gliding smoothly over his bruises and even fingering his hole gently. I was pleased he was ready for my finger. Tommy grabbed my hand and pulled the finger deeper inside himself while simultaneously leaning in to french kiss me again. I felt his other hand grasping my rock hard dick and start firmly stroking me. Tommy whispered in my ear, "I haven't cum in a week. I'm ready to give you all of it." I sank to my knees and engulfed his huge penis. My mouth and throat confirmed he had gotten bigger. His hands grabbed my head as Tommy began fucking my mouth. He was obviously telling me the truth. He quickly picked up the pace and, with a low guttural moan, began flooding my mouth with his sweet sperm. I felt the renewed life force only young cum can give me. Tommy unloaded volumes of sweet teen jizz. He seemed to cum forever. This cumpire fed as I rarely had before. I felt my powers increase and my immortality reaffirmed. I don't know how long we were in that position. I kept nursing his penis for every drop of cum. At some point Tommy must have turned off the water. "Dry me." Reluctantly I released Gargantua. However it was ok. I knew this was an endlessly renewable resource. He handed me a towel and I dutifully began toweling him dry. I had probably set a record for my longest lasting erection since I was a teen myself. When I had finished he kissed me again (oh my gawd what is happening here?) and then, taking my hand, he led me out of the bathroom back into my bedroom. I hurriedly dried myself as we moved. Tommy released my hand to get on the bed on his hands and knees. "Your turn.", was all he said. He settled down on his knees and shoulders, his beautiful young ass high in the air and his freshly washed pink hole winking at me. "Sweet Jesus!" That was my response, and the first words I had said aloud since the kitchen. I dove onto his hole like a starving man licking a honeycomb. Tommy moaned as I feasted on his hole. We went on like that for minutes , or maybe hours, I couldn't tell. My hands groped and jacked his still hard cock and silky balls. Tommy finally put a hand on my head to push me away from his ass. I was surprised and disappointed at first. However he quickly turned over onto his back and raised his legs on the air to pull my mouth back to his rear. I lapped hungrily. "Oh gawd yeah. Eat my ass. C'mon Dave. Fuck my straight ass. Give this boy your dick. Make me your bitch." Wow. This was totally new. This was totally unexpected even though he had said something about any kind of sex was ok. My mind was melting. Tommy had always been the str8 dominator in our relationship. Today he was my sub bitch. He was clearly becoming my boy toy. I didn't hesitate to take him up on the offer. I jumped onto the bed and placed my swollen knob at his back door. Tommy pulled me inside him in a single smooth move that revealed his actual sexual experience as well as the epic deposits of my saliva up his chute. Within less than a minute I was balls deep inside him. Tommy reached up to take my head in both hands and pull me close. He began kissing me again. "Yeah Daddy. Fuck my ass. Turn this str8 boy bi." Tommy didn't have to ask twice, even though I was doubtful sex alone could change anyone's orientation. Not that I minded trying. In hindsight I am surprised that as a cumpire I was suddenly turned into a boyfucker. I guess maybe that's like a vampire bitten by a werewolf. But those petty distinctions didn't apply to Tommy. I drilled his sweet young hole for ever and a day it seemed. In our first hookup I never had fucked Tommy. This was another totally new experience. Here he was, with my hard cock thrusting in and out, Tommy below me with his hands thrown back behind his head, armpits revealing wisps of pit hair, his mouth in an "O" and his huge, hard cock bouncing as I fucked him rhythymically. I was loving it. My orgasm was upon me before I knew it. I jetted wad after wad of thick cum deep inside my young lover. "Lie down.", he commanded. He rolled on top of me as I fell onto my back. Tommy put the head of his cock in my mouth and began jerking furiously. "Suck my balls too." Of course I complied. Then he put the head back in my mouth. "I'm close. Take this load cocksucker. Eat my boy jizz. Suck all my cum. Take it deep!" With that and a massive groan, Tommy fired huge volleys of cum into my mouth for the second time. I swallowed as fast as I could, yet couldn't keep up with the volume he was depositing. Cum spilled from my mouth. It was astonishing to me that he could produce so much jizz, having cum in the shower a short time ago. My hands lovingly gripped his spasming asscheeks as he fed me. I felt my cock was painfully hard again as I fed on my cumpire's delight. Slowly Tommy recovered from his orgasm and took hold of his cock to begin wiping up the cum that had escaped my mouth, feeding it to me until every drop was accounted for. Tommy settled down beside me and we cuddled. I loved the feel of his smooth body next to mine and ran my hands all over him. "Are you happy to have me back?", he asked. I could see from the look in his eyes and by the tone of his voice he was asking seriously. "Hell yeah baby. Just keep feeding me like that and I will be the happiest, healthiest cumpire in the world." "Sure thing, Daddy. I think I have more for you right now." Tommy guided my hand to his crotch while simultaneaously pushing my head back to his dick. I knew I could feed at will. Postscript: I'm a boylover like many of you and I've never written about hurting any of my characters. I meant it in the disclaimer. I just used the evidence of abuse in this story as a device to make the characters bond more deeply. So please do not expect that I will start writing bdsm stories. At least not for now. ;-)