Date: Sun, 12 Jan 2020 21:45:27 +0000 From: Embolisha Subject: Incubus. Chapter 1 Chapter 1 I am consciousness. I exist therefor I am, but I do not exist in a way that you would comprehend. I feed on experiences, sexual experiences. Wakening experiences. I am spirit unformed on this plane, but with the ability to pass from one host to the next inhabiting whatever body takes my passion, my need. Today I am unsouled floating above the morass of humanity and looking for my next meal. I think lower and my consciousness repositions itself just above a shopping strip. The great building seems to glow with energy that only I can see. The energy of inexperienced virginal youth. The smell is overpowering and I draw nearer, ever nearer. I enter the structure and all at once the hubbub of noisey humanity flows around me. Hmm, but where to begin. I am hungry, so very hungry that I must feed now. I head towards the men’s bathroom drawn by thoughts of sex. Inside a man in his thirties waits in a cubicle slowly masturbating to the sounds of those outside. When I enter he is the only occupant of the bathroom but I can feel energy approaching…. The outer door opens and a blond haired youth enters making his way to the urinal. He is perhaps 14 years of age. Dressed in khaki shorts with a striped polo and loafers. He steps up and lowers his zip, fishing his adolescent cock out and pointing it at the urinal. A stream can be heard splashing on the porcelain and the boy almost stops as he hears a gasp from the occupied cubicle, but his bladder can’t be denied and he continues until the stream begins to die. I judge my time to perfection (this is not my first rodeo after all,) and I enter his body settling in. His eyes widen in surprise before I have full control. I can feel the boy’s hand in the moment of shaking his lovely boy cock and a gasp escapes his pink lips. Adam, yes I am Adam. I can still feel the boy’s consciousness pushed to the side. I feel his fear, the fear of an observer without agency to effect an outcome. I also feel his curiosity before I push him from my thoughts and step away from the urinal. I cross to the door of the cubicle feeling the young body move. The grace of the musculature, the ease with which I cross the distance and I am content. I knock on the door to the cubicle and I hear a startled answer from within. “Let me in.” I say, noting the husky youthful voice coming from my/our lips. The door opens to reveal a slightly overweight older man. He has covered himself up and looks at me with feigned concern. I enter the cubicle. It is blue walls and narrow, not much room for what I need but it will be enough. I put a hand up against his chest and step forward pushing him back into the stall. “What are you doing?” He says, his voice quivering. I ignore him and start to un button his jeans as I lean in and slip my tongue into his startled mouth. The man responds with a groan of desire and in my/our head I can sense the confusion of the host. Again I ignore him and continue to divest the man of his clothing. He is unmoving, waiting to see where this will go, and I settle onto my haunches eyeing the man’s uncut 7” before me. Slowly, looking up into his surprised but yearning face I lean in and part my lips letting my tongue moisten them before I extend it into an arrow and begin to lick around the rapidly growing member. The man groans again and eye’s fastened on my ministrations, he braces his hands against the walls and begins to thrust his hips forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. I feed, all the while feeling the shock and slight revulsion of my host. I laugh at him and redouble my efforts on the rigid member in my mouth. Just then the door to the bathroom opens and I can sense fresh meat walking into the space. By the smell he is an older man. Experienced in eroticism and he makes his way to the stall beside us. The man I am sucking stops all movement and goes quiet but I continue, slurping and licking for all I am worth. I can hear the neighbouring toilet flush and then the door open before there is a knock and a question. “What’s going on in there?” Gravely, gruff, commanding. I plop the spit coated fuck tool from my mouth and turn to open the door, greeting the salt and pepper haired gentleman on the other side with a spit coated grin. I step forward and place my hand in his tan pants pulling him into the cubicle with us as the man behind me hems and haws his denials. Looking over my shoulder I flip my blond hair and tell him to shut the fuck up as he didn’t seem to mind having his cock in my mouth two seconds ago. I turn back to the older man and lean forward searching inside his pants as I kiss his startled lips. Finding his rod I whistle with appreciation. 9” if it is a day. My hand fumbles at his belt and he begins to help releasing the monster into the light of day. Behind me the first man resumes stroking his cock watching the scene before him. Quickly I stoop and shove as much cock in my mouth as I can. Stretching my jaw wide and relaxing my throat I try to train this bodies gag reflex. Hands latch around my neck and soon I am nose deep in pubes leaking spit around the monster in my mouth. I pull of and stand up eyeing the man while removing my shorts and underwear before spreading my legs and turning around. My hand snakes out to grab the first man’s cock and stroke it up and down. It is leaking pre-cum with gusto and I gather as much as I can on my fingers before thrusting it into my virgin ass. The boy inside my head screams with fear as I say to the man, “What the fuck are you waiting for? Fuck me now dude.” I plunge back onto the cock in my hand and deep throat it, squeezing my fingers on the balls beneath, milking for my meal. Behind me I can feel hands on my bubble butt forcing the cheeks apart. A murmur of appreciation can be heard before a blunt head can be felt pushing against the tight entrance to my boy cunt. Pain is part of the experience and I accept it with practice. Not so the boy inside but he will learn. With a searing pop the man is inside and thrusting. I grunt with appreciation and settle to my task. Feeding, always feeding. I can feel the growing balls between my legs banging back against larger hairy balls behind me as the small teen cock stays rigid against my stomach. On and on the man thrusts into me, rubbing across the button deep inside and soon I can feel the boy accepting the feelings that he is sharing with me. Almost I relent in letting him take some control but I am not that trusting. I do let him experience the fullness and the desire of the men who are ravaging his body though and that seems enough for now. The man behind grabs my slender hips and starts fucking deep and hard causing a wet slapping sound to echo off the bathroom walls whilst in front the original man is buried deep in my throat. I reach underneath and thrust my finger into his man cunt and as I do his balls tighten up. With urgency now he pushes deep and releases volley after volley of cream into my throat. I pull back searching for some to savour on the inexperienced tongue, extending and flattening it and letting the drips fall onto my chin. My fingers wipe up and slip the morass into my waiting mouth to swallow with relish. The man fucking me grunts and I know it is time for round two. He stills holding me firm and I feel the pulsing of his cock inside me. The warmth spreading deep is satisfying as I feed. He sags back against the bathroom stall and I wriggle my ass as I slowly slide from him before turning and dropping to my haunches, spreading my legs and letting my rigid cock bounce free. I proceed to clean him up and rise to my feet leaning in and kissing his puzzled lips. “Thank you gentlemen.” I say before regaining my clothing and manouvering to exit the stall. I cross to the basins and wash my hands and face, noting as I do that both men have exited the stall and are standing staring wide eyed at the 14 year old washing up as if nothing had happened. “Later dudes.” I say and then exit the bathroom leaving satisfaction and puzzlement behind me. I check in on the host inside and find that he is whirling in thought. Laughing to myself I stay with him until he is halfway down the escalators and then I set him free. Disensouled I watch him stagger and then right himself. He looks around with surprise and steps off the bottom of the moving stair. He walks slowly forward thinking to rejoin his friends but something inside has changed. Altering course he returns to the 2nd floor and walks between the shops looking at each face he passes. Finally he spots an older security guard with grey hair and stops in front of him. The man looks at him warily. “Hi, I’m Adam. You just fucked me in the bathroom. Do you wanna maybe get a soda, and then do it again.?” Hi all hope you enjoyed the story. Happy to write some more if you are interested. Please let me know as it helps with motivation. Embolisha@protonmail.com will find me. Remember to capitalise the E. Please donate to Nifty to keep it free and a platform for expression.