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Tales of Severan is different from the other storylines in the
College Magic Cycle. The characters may change frequently. Many of the stories
will be one shots, while others will be serialized. My eventual plan is for
there to be a combination of short tales and chapters of continuing stories.
Some of these stories will take place in the past and involve the main
characters from other stories and some will put the spotlight on characters who've
always been in the background, even if only for a chapter or two.
I am beginning with the
tale of Joe Peters, told from his own perspective. Now that he is about to move
into the spotlight in the Elf Master Storyline, I need to make him less
mysterious than he was in the past. He will get the first two chapters of the Tales
of Severan.
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Several
of the stories in the College Magic Cycle deal with transformation. Kieran got
smaller, but it's not apparent to those who can't see through the velamen
arcanum. Alonzo got smaller, but then he changed reality so that he had always
been smaller. He did the same thing to Erik after making him grow from 66
inches to 77 inches. In this storyline, all the skinchangers undergo
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insight and suggestions that made the story better.
· My Roommate the Alchemist (concluded)
· Wishcraft (concluded)
· Alchemy and Songcraft
· Magery
· Elf Master
· The Pack
· Tales of Severan
Other Stories
Tales of Severan
Chapter 1
This is the story of
Joe Peters and how he became the servant of a vampire.
Joey Peters Part One:
One Step Leads to Another
I took a deep breath and cleared my head. I was weak, weak like I always was after... after my master had had his way with me. I felt physically drained and emotionally hollow, like he'd been taking something more from me than just blood. Sheer hopelessness made me want to cry, but I didn't. Instead, I put my fingers to the keyboard of my laptop and began typing.
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My name is Joseph Lawrence Peters, and this is the story of how my life took a turn for the worst. Everything that happened was my fault, and I'm not sure how it will turn out. I'm writing this missive so that someone will know my story and why I did what I did. I won't be trying to make excuses, but I want to set the record straight. This is the kind of crazy shit that no one believes, but here it is.
At the time of this writing, I'm eighteen years old and I'm a freshman at a small private college in Severan, Ohio. I'll turn nineteen in the spring. I couldn't have afforded a school this expensive if it weren't for my great grandmother, Priscilla..
I was born in Tulsa Oklahoma, the fifth of eight children. I have four older brothers, one younger brother and three younger sisters. I'd grown up as the weird kid in the family, the kid who saw things no one else did, like the little man who lived in a hole under the tree in the park, or the tiny little people with wings who lived in the blackberry bushes at my grandparents' farm. I got teased about it so much that I stopped talking about it. I never told anyone until the year of my tenth birthday.
That was the year my great-grandmother, Priscilla Vernon, turned eighty. And, it seemed to me, that was the year she also began focusing on me. I was eleven years old. Her whole family traveled to Florida for the celebration. She paid for us all to go to Disney World. It was the first time I'd met any of my distant cousins on my mother's side. There were seventy-three of us. Which is a lot! My branch of the family in Oklahoma had nowhere near so many people, but great-grandma Vernon had six children. Those six children gave her eighteen grandchildren, and those eighteen grandchildren gave her forty-nine great grandchildren. And everyone showed up. There was no way I would remember all those cousins.
That trip was the most important event of my life.
Before I explain about my grandmother, I want to mention the other thing that happened. My cousin, Michael, who was two years older than me, was so cool. He looked like one of the actors on the Disney channel. My own brothers picked on me all the time, so my parents were glad to let me hang out with Michael instead. We rode a lot of rides together, and he always put his arm around me. Then, when we got on a kiddie roller coaster, he kissed me. I was just ten. We didn't do anything else, but he found a lot of time and a lot of places where we could kiss.
I discovered something on that trip. I liked kissing boys. The church and my parents and all the kids at school said that boys kissing boys was wrong. It was a thing everyone knew back in Oklahoma. Strangely enough, I didn't feel bad about it in the least. It felt good and I liked doing it. And Michael told me that it was okay, that some boys liked kissing girls and some boys liked kissing boys and there was nothing wrong with it.
Michael was cooler than anyone I knew. I told myself, If Michael likes kissing boys then it's okay if I like it too.
Great-grandma Vernon's party was a lot of fun. She made sure there were games and activities for all us kids so we would enjoy ourselves. Some of them were a lot of fun, like the bouncing castle, the basketball throw and the horse riding. Others were a lot less interesting, or even weird, like the time an even more distant cousin of ours, a grand-nephew of hers, had us play with some crystal shapes. The only reason I remembered it at all was that I was the only one of the kids who did it right. The crystals only lit up when I played with them.
The guy with the crystals was Dorian Ambrose. After the game, we sat and talked for a while. At some point, he asked me about seeing things that others couldn't and I trusted him for some reason. I told him everything, about the talking cat who lived in the neighborhood, about the little guy with bat wings who sometimes watched me while I was playing at school and about the small people with wings who sometimes hovered over my mother's flowerbeds. He told me that he believed me because he saw them too. We went for a walk and we chatted about the ones we saw amid the magnolias.
"They're called antheades but they have a lot of other names, spiritus florani, florani, or flower fairies. Most people can't see them, just special people like the two of us," he said.
Then he called one over and spoke to it in a language I couldn't understand. The little fairy looked like a very handsome boy with bright golden hair, tanned skin and wings like a dragonfly. Dorian had me hold out my hand with my fingers open. Then he coached the little guy into landing in my open palm.
It was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to me. I reached into the cargo pocket of my shorts and pulled a Cheeto out of the bag I'd stashed in there. I handed it to the little guy and he took it. He cautiously nibbled at it and then an expression of wonder crossed his face. He flew in circles around my head and then shot off towards the flowers. Less than a minute later, I was surrounded by a swarm of them. I had to give them the rest of my cheetos, but it was worth it.
Near the end of the day, as everyone was getting ready to go, Dorian took me to one side. He reminded me that what we had discussed was just between us. He said it could be dangerous for me if I spoke to just anyone about it and to contact him directly if I needed to. "Most people won't understand you and they'll think you're crazy if you tell them what you see."
After the trip, while we were driving back to Oklahoma, all the kids were asleep in the van except for me. Mom and Dad were whispering in the front seat. I didn't hear all the words, but they were talking about me.
"Why was she so interested in Joey?" Mom asked.
Dad sighed and shook his head vigorously. "We're not sending him to a fancy boarding school, even if Mrs. "I'm so much richer and better than all the rest of you" Priscilla Vernon is offering to pay for it."
"I think it's weird, too, Duncan but this is a great opportunity."
"An opportunity to send our son off to live among who knows what kind weirdo liberals at a fancy leftist boarding school?"
"I guess not," Mom said. "It's just... I don't think she offered anything to anyone else. If she's this invested in Joey, she could leave him all her money or something. She's getting old."
I heard them arguing about it for an hour or more. Both were tempted by the money, but they didn't want to let me go. It sounded like they were concerned about losing me and I remember it making me feel warm inside, until my mother said, "She has a lot of money, but if we let Joey go we won't have any control over it anyway. If she's fascinated with him, maybe she'll leave him the money anyway. And if he lives with us..."
"...we'll be able to manage it for him," Dad said.
And that hurt me a lot. They didn't want to let me go to a fancy school, even though they thought it was a good opportunity, because they thought they wouldn't get hold of Great Grandma Vernon's money. Well, she showed them. She didn't die until last summer. She made it to her eighty-ninth birthday and then a few days more. And she did leave me some money.
When the lawyer showed up, we were all surprised. My great grandma had left me half her fortune, but there was a strange condition. I had to attend one of three colleges she'd chosen. There was no explanation for why these three. If I went, my tuition was paid for, my dorm was paid for, and I would get $1000 dollars a month spending money. And I would get the rest of the money after I graduated. It would come in the form of an annuity, $60,000 a year for forty years. I almost felt bad. The other ninety-six heirs (that included some favored nieces and nephews as well as her kids, grandkids and great-grandkids) got a little over $12,000 in a lump sum. I had no idea why she'd chosen me.
After much deliberation, I chose Severan College in Ohio. My parents were still mad, but they were glad of my choice because Ohio may be up north, but it was still Bible Country and they didn't think they had to worry about corrupting influences. They were especially glad of the College Success program, a Christian program designed to help incoming freshmen stay away from temptation. I guess that requires some explanation.
In the summer before my freshman year, our church had hired a new youth minister. His name was Parker Wood and he was only twenty-five years old. All the girls at church were in love with him, and despite pretending that I really only liked girls, so was I. Out of an abundance of caution, he wasn't allowed to be alone with the girls.
But, as is so often the case, no one seemed concerned with him being alone with the boys.The first time it was just the two of us, was after a youth group meeting. My parents were late to get me, as usual, and the two of us were chatting in the office. The talk turned to girls, and I don't even remember how it happened, but Pastor Wood soon had his hands on me.
He squeezed my shoulder. "Have you ever had a blowjob, Joey?"
I shook my head and said, "No, sir."
He smiled and said, "What? A good-looking young man like you? I'm surprised the girls aren't attacking you in the hallways."
I was staring at his handsome face. He looked like Theo James, but his hair was darker brown. My lips were parted and I think I was panting. Pastor Wood moved his hand to my groin and pressed it against my hard cock. I whimpered like a needy puppy.
He massaged my rod through my pants. "Do you want to feel your first blowjob, Joey?"
I nodded, but it wasn't good enough for him. He said, "Ask me."
I swallowed hard and then replied, "Please suck my dick, Pastor Wood."
"If you want it that bad, then I'll do it."
He sank to his knees and grabbed my jeans. He undid the snap at the waistband and pulled them down past my knees. My erection was swollen, red and bouncing.
"That's a fine cock you have there, Joey. It's big for a boy your age."
I had nothing to compare it to. I'd never seen another boy's dick except for my brothers and they were bigger than me, except for Sammy, but he was two years younger. I later found out that we Peters' boys were blessed with large cocks.
"It's okay. You don't have to say anything, Joey. Just lean back and enjoy it."
Paster Wood kissed the head of my cock and then licked the precum off the tip. "You taste sweet, Joey. Let me tell you about what we're going to do. It's all about the secret rituals of the kingdom of God:
But the youth, looking upon Jesus, loved him and began to beseech him that he might be with him. And going out of the tomb they came into the house of the youth, and he was rich. And after six days Jesus told him what he was to do and in the evening the youth came to him, wearing a linen cloth over his naked body. And he remained with him that night, for Jesus taught him the mystery of the kingdom of God.
"I'm going to show you the mysteries of the kingdom of God, but only because you're a special boy, just like the boy in the Bible. And these secrets aren't for everyone. You can't tell anyone. Even in Jesus's day, the authorities tried to arrest Jesus because they didn't understand the importance of this mystery. Do you promise not to tell anyone what we do here?"
I nodded. At the time, it seemed so profound and sacred. Later I came to understand that he was just trying to convince me that what we did was alright. Looking back on it, he was a pedophile and I was his victim, but I never thought of myself in that way.
"Yes, Pastor Wood. I promise not to tell anyone."
He smiled at me and said, "Good. Then let me show you the mysteries."
He swallowed my cock all the way and the sensation was the best thing I'd ever felt. His mouth was warm, wet and soft. And he sucked me hard while his tongue played along the shaft. I was fourteen and didn't last long.
"Ah... Uh... Oh my god!" I moaned.
I cried out and shot inside his mouth. He swallowed it all.
That was the first time, but not the last time, Pastor Wood sucked my cock. He didn't get caught for three years. In time, I realized that I wasn't the only one. There were five of us he saw regularly. And it was Paul Brandt, the son of the pastor, who brought us together.
Paul was two years older than me, although I was bigger than him. My body was bigger, and my cock was bigger. He was a slender guy, about five foot seven or eight, with hair that was either very dark blond or very light brown. He wasn't athletic, but he wasn't fat or flabby either.
Paul had decided that he was going to "minister" to us in the same way Pastor Wood did. He'd been the first to return Pastor Wood's favors. The fact was that Paul preferred giving head to getting it.
I have to say that it was great. I dated girls, but I never had to pressure them for sex. I could always call Paster Wood or Paul and I could get my dick sucked. Of course, Paul was obviously gay. Everyone knew it, but no one said anything. And none of our parents were suspicious that we were hanging out with him. As the pastor's son, we were expected to include him in our activities. Some of the other guys demeaned him. They called him names like "faggot" and "sissy", and they treated him like he wasn't as good as they were, but I kind of liked him. He was doing me a favor. He never asked me to do anything for him in return.
But it was Paul who ruined it for all of us. His father caught him sucking another boy's dick. He'd become careless over the years. Because he was an adult and the boy he was with was thirteen, Paul went to jail. And the secret was out. Pastor Wood was arrested. Pastor Brandt resigned in shame and the new pastor gave the remaining four of us, who were the lucky recipients of those blowjobs, counseling. We were deemed victims, so we were required to attend special lessons at church to make sure we didn't "backslide into the evils of sodomy". Sadly, this wonderful pun was completely lost on all of them.
I had my first sexual encounter with a woman after that. I was dating Cindy Franklin and she'd been making it clear that she was ready to go all the way. I felt bad afterwards because I'm pretty sure that she was in love with me, but I wasn't in love with her. I tried to make it as tender and special for her as I could, but mainly I did it with her so my dad would stop questioning my sexuality. Of course, I didn't really know what I was doing, so it probably wasn't as good for her as she pretended at the time.
I wasn't ready to come out as bisexual. Looking back, what made it even worse, was my making sure that everyone knew that we did it. I felt bad about it, and it still didn't work. My dad still thought that I'd done something wrong, that I was guilty of acting "gay" and making it seem like I wanted to have sex with Pastor Wood and Peter Brandt. I always denied it, but, really, he wasn't wrong. I'd told both men, many times, that I wanted to do it.
Of course my relationship with Cindy was ruined, her reputation was ruined, and her dad and my dad almost got into a fight in the Walmart parking lot. Up until then, I'd only gotten blowjobs from guys. Cindy was my first "fuck". It was amazing, mostly from a purely selfish perspective. It was the first time my dick had been inside anything but a mouth. It was tighter and it sent more powerful feelings through the shaft of my cock than a blowjob did, although it didn't stimulate the sensitive head of my penis as much.
I began to think of myself as straight, except that I still looked at the guys. Only now I was imagining what it would feel like to fuck them as well.
I agreed to go to the College Success program to shut my parents up. After the first meeting, I found a reason to stay. That program was full of gay boys who were in the closet, and soon I would find out what it felt like to really be with a guy.
The program was run by Pastor William Mercy, a solidly built silver haired DILF who claimed to be an ex-gay. He was obviously attracted to me, but I knew how to play the game. I acted so straight that he treated me as his assistant. Most of the guys weren't my type. Well, either of my types. I liked buff jocks, and I liked pretty twinks. Maybe that was because Pastor Wood had been built like a jock and Peter Brandt had been small and thin. In any event, those were the guys who fueled my masturbatory fantasies.
There was one pretty twink in the group, a dark-skinned boy named Malachi Jones with soft kinky curls and real thick lips. And there were two handsome jocks, a blond named Zack Knowles and a redhead named Kieran Morgan. I wanted all three of them. I was able to get two of them before the program was done..
Zack was the easiest because he was also cruising me. It was the second meeting when I noticed him watching me. During one of the cringiest parts of Pastor Mercy's lecture, I saw him looking at me, so I gave him a wink. He winked back and then stretched to display his torso. He was wearing a tight tee-shirt and a pair of gym shorts that were shorter than Pastor Mercy's rules allowed. They clung to his meaty ass like they were sprayed on and they were short enough to show the straps on his jock when he sat just right. And if it hadn't been for that jock, I was sure that his cock would peak out the leg. I knew that mine was long enough that I wouldn't have dared to wear shorts like that. He got away with breaking the rules because he was very straight acting and because Pastor Mercy was taken with him as well.
Zack had been giving me the eye for several days. And whenever he caught me looking his way, he would slide his hand over his bulge in a casual but suggestive way. At dinner Zack brushed up on me while we stood in line. He pressed his groin against my butt and whispered, "You are one hot stud."
I gave him a smile and let my hand brush his butt in return when I went to join everyone at the table. Pastor Mercy liked us all to sit together for meals and it wasn't worth the hassle to push against him. I made sure to take a chair with space either side, hoping Zack would follow. Sure enough, he joined me. We had to listen to Pastor Mercy give one of his sermons. I'm sure the summer students who weren't in our program were even less happy to listen to him than we were. Zack and I chatted about nothing in particular whenever the Pastor's attention was elsewhere.
We both knew what was coming. After dinner that night, Zack came to my room. He was even bigger than I was. I found it strangely arousing. I was six feet tall and muscular, but Zack was a good four to five inches taller than me and a lot broader. I hadn't been smaller than any guy I had been with since Pastor Wood.
"Let me turn off the lights so everyone thinks I'm asleep," I said. "That way we won't be disturbed."
Zack turned them off for me, then he pulled his shirt off and tossed it across the room. He flexed his muscles and I could see how ripped he was. "Do you like what you see, Joe?" he asked.
I pulled my own shirt off and flexed as well. "Do you?"
"Fuck yeah, dude. I thought I was going to have to fuck the pastor until I saw you staring at me."
I shook my head and said, "I don't get fucked, man."
He moved in and wrapped his big arms around me and kissed me hard. He wasn't like Pastor Wood. He didn't play around. He thrust his tongue in my mouth and crushed my lips. "You've never fucked ass, or you've never had your ass fucked?" he asked.
"Neither one," I said. "I've had a lot of blowjobs. That's all."
Zack pushed me back onto the bed. He lay down next to me and took hold of my nipples and twisted them.
"Ouch! Fuck, that hurts," I said.
"But it also feels good doesn't it?"
I concentrated on the feeling for a moment and realized, "yes," I whispered, "it feels so goddamn good!"
The pain in my nipples traveled down to my cock and somewhere along the way it turned into pleasure. My cock jumped and pressed against my shorts.
"That's right," Zack teased. "It feels amazing. You've never fucked before, then?"
"I fucked a girl, twice," I replied.
"I've fucked a half-dozen girls. They're okay, but it doesn't count. Nothing feels as good as a muscular ass clamping down on your cock. Do you want to try it for yourself?"
"YES!" I said, a lot louder than I'd intended.
"And tonight, you will, if you're a good boy, but if I let you fuck me, I get to fuck you. And if I suck your cock, you're going to suck mine. I don't go in for that one-sided shit. Are you interested?"
I panicked a little, "I've never done it. I don't know what I'm doing."
"Mm, then I get to teach you all about it. Dude, forget fucking a chick, and forget laying back and letting some guy blow you. Tonight, I'm going to teach you what sex is supposed to be. I'm going to teach you about the real pleasure one man can give to another."
"I like girls, too," I insisted.
"So do I, but guys are better. You'll see. Do you want it?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want me to suck your cock?"
"Fuck yeah."
"And you'll suck mine in return?"
I had to think about it. I was scared. This was a step I'd never taken. But I had to know what it was like.
"Yes. I'll suck your cock, Zack."
He put my hand on his butt. "Do you want to fuck my hard, muscular ass?"
My cock was so hard I thought I could cum at any moment. I said, "Right now, there's nothing else I could want more."
"And you'll let me fuck your sexy butt, too?"
I would have agreed to anything, and later I would be so glad that I did. "Absolutely. I promise."
Zack took hold of my jaw and squeezed it hard. "If I suck you, you'll suck me. And if I let you fuck me, I'm going to fuck you. There will be no backing out."
I nodded. "Yes. Yes please. I want it."
Zack stood up and took hold of my shorts. I'd already gotten ready for bed, so I wasn't wearing any underwear. When he saw my eight inches his eyes popped.
"How in the fuck is that fair?" he asked. "I'm five inches taller than you, and I could bench press your weight with no trouble, but your cock is... fuck it's big."
He pulled down his shorts and kicked them off. He was as hard as me. He lay down next to me and held our cocks side by side. His cock wasn't small, but I was a couple inches longer than him and significantly wider. That was a surprise. I naively assumed that his dick was bigger than mine because he was taller than me. I knew I was bigger than any of the guys who'd been chosen by Pastor Wood, but I'd been taller than them as well. It made me feel powerful.
He took hold of mine and stroked it a few times.
"Now we both suck dick."
He moved down to face my cock. His was pressing against my cheek. I hadn't sucked a cock before, but it didn't take a genius to figure it out. I licked it tentatively. The taste was... not bad. Fuck that! It tasted good. It was like my taste buds were coming alive, like I was programmed to crave that flavor. I opened my mouth and took the head inside, rubbing it with my tongue. Zack had been waiting for me to prove my intentions. He swallowed half my cock in one go. It was funny that my cock was bigger, but Zack could fit more of it in his mouth than I could his. But then, he was a more experienced cock sucker.
Zack knew what he was doing. His mouth was more talented than anyone since Pastor Wood. It felt great, but truthfully my mind was more focused on my first experience sucking a cock. Why hadn't I sucked Pastor Wood? Why hadn't I sucked Paul Brandt? I'd missed out all those years. The cock in my mouth felt smooth as silk, but firm. It was warm and it throbbed with urgency.
"Mm," I mumbled around the dick in my mouth, unwilling to let it go even as the sensations in my own cock began to build.
I couldn't help it. I pulled off his cock and said, "Fuck! I have had blowjobs before, Bro, but you are fucking amazing!"
And I wasn't lying. Zack has the ability to swallow my cock and tease it with his tongue at the same time. And he didn't just bob up and down on it like either Pastor Wood or Paul. He sucked so hard that it felt like he was trying to swallow me whole.
"Let me have it, Joe. Let me have your cream now, you fucking stud!" he said before swallowing me again.
My cock tightened. "Mmmmgh! Fwuuugin ell! Mmmgummen!" I yelled as I shot load after load into his hot mouth. He sucked until he'd gotten every last drop, then he licked the head clean.
"You're doing good, Joe. For a beginner, you're damned good. I'm going to cum any minute."
It wasn't long before his whole body tensed and then he said, "Take my fucking load. Suck the juice out of my cock. Hold it in your mouth before you swallow. And here it comes. I'm CUMMING!"
I let his salty cum flood into my mouth and held it there. I swirled it around until it coated my tongue. Zack turned around so we were lying side by side again. He kissed me more gently, brushing his lips against mine.
"Did you like it?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yes, I did. I didn't think I would, but I did."
"Did you like it as good as eating pussy?"
I laughed. "Oh, yeah. I think I liked it better."
Zack poked my chest and said, "That's because you're a natural cock sucker like me. Don't get me wrong. I like pussy, but cock tastes better and ass feels better on your cock. If you're like me, you're bisexual but maybe a little gayer than straight."
I'd never considered myself gay at all, just a straight guy who was flexible enough to take advantage of a blowjob when it came my way. But I didn't care. Everyone was a homophobe back home, but not me. None of it had made any sense to me. I'd never felt a need to be hateful or mean to others.
I didn't know if it was Pastor Wood twisting scripture to his own ends, calling us special and claiming our acts were sacred, or if it was just the fact that some of my favorite musicians were gay, like Lil Nas X and Troye Sivan. And I was still mad over how the whole community had treated Paul Brandt. He was an adult, but only barely. He was still just a couple of years older than me. Sure, he had technically become a pedophile himself, but I didn't think of him that way. We started doing these things when we were all kids, even him. Besides, Pastor Wood was the one who'd taught him to do it.
Something in his words had resonated in my mind.
We lay there chatting for a while, our hands casually stroking each other's cocks and rubbing each other's muscled torsos.
"My dad insisted I join this program because there was a scandal at church and a bunch of boys were getting our dicks sucked by the youth pastor," I said. I could see Zack's eyes widen in shock at my casual mention of the scandal. "Is it the same with you? Your parents make you do this?"
Zack laughed light heartedly. "Nope! Believe it or not, I jumped on this chance. I'm just here to pick up gay boys."
"Seriously? What made you think you could pick up boys in a homophobic summer program like this?"
"Who else would be in a program like this? I did the same thing back home. My parents are both bisexual. They don't care who I fuck. They made sure to teach me how to be safe. They gave me "the talk" about condoms. They showed me some very clinical and very unsexy websites that explained the dos and don'ts of anal sex. They warned me to stay away from people I met on the internet and all that kind of stuff. They preferred me to bring boys home rather than go hook up with them in other, more risky places. I listened, but I didn't really follow all their rules. I used to go to the ex-gay meetings around town and hook up with guys."
He must have seen the expression on my face in the pale moonlight streaming in the window. He snorted and said, "Don't judge me for undermining the stupid program. You can't teach someone to be something they're not. I was doing these guys a favor by reminding them who they are."
"Weren't you afraid of catching something?" I asked.
He reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a couple of condoms and several squeeze packs of lube. "I always use protection, and I'm taking PrEP just in case."
We were both hard again. He opened a condom and began to slide it onto his dick. "Now, I know you're nervous about this bit, but it will work better if I fuck you first. That way you can feel what it's like and, when you do me, you can just do what I did."
"You're worried that I'm going to back out on you after I fuck you, right?"
He leaned over and brushed my lips with his. He chuckled and said, "The thought had crossed my mind."
Zack knelt between my legs and opened a pack of lube. He rubbed it gently across my anus. It was warm and tickling at the same time. I gasped and my dick jumped.
Zack looked straight into my eyes. "I know. The first time a guy played with my ass, I almost shot right then. Just relax and go with it."
He added more lube and pressed inward. I hadn't even played with my own ass, so the feeling of a man's finger pushing inside me was new. At first, it was uncomfortable and more than a little painful, but the more I got used to it, the better it felt. Still, his finger was small compared to his cock and my ass already felt full.
"Roll over," he said. "Let me get some pillows underneath your hips. You have a real tight ass and I need to get you loosened up. That's going to take some work."
I rolled over and let him put both pillows under me. Then he spread my legs and went back to rubbing my asshole. He had plenty of lube, so he was able to keep it slick. He worked his index finger inside me and stroked the inside of my ring.
"It's getting there," Zack said. "Your tight hole is beginning to trust me."
He added a second finger and then a third. At some point, it stopped hurting and started feeling good. Zack kissed the cheeks of my ass and said, "If you'd had a chance to clean your ass, I'd use my tongue to do this. Then you'd really feel good."
"It feels good enough as it is," I replied truthfully.
The thought of his tongue in my ass sent all sorts of visions through my mind. I could imagine its soft and moist firmness probing inside. I wanted it badly, but I was also terrified. If he did it to me, that would mean that I would have to do it to him. I wasn't ready for that. I hadn't even eaten Cindy's pussy, but a lot of guys seemed to enjoy it from what I'd heard. And the porn I'd watched had often shown a guy eating another guy's ass.
Zack continued to thrust his slippery fingers inside me, and then the most amazing thing happened. My ass relaxed completely and let him slide inside without resistance. Then he moved closer, and I could feel the head of his cock pressing against me.
"Stay relaxed," he said. "This is your first time and it's going to hurt... maybe more than a little."
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I replied.
Zack pushed inward and his cock slid inside me, just an inch or so. He kissed my neck and held it there until it stopped hurting so bad. It hurt so badly that I wanted to scream, but I clenched my jaw and whined a little instead. Despite the pain, I didn't want him to stop. The pain was doing something else. It was focusing my mind. On the one hand, my perceptions were narrowed down to the sensations pulsing through my ass. I was overwhelmed by the sensory overload coming from nerves that rarely spoke this loudly to my brain. On the other hand, it was like I was reaching a state of ecstasy where I was more aware of my whole self than I ever had been before.
He pushed inside a little further. He kept up that cycle, pushing in and relaxing. It felt like he was ripping me apart, but I knew he was being gentle. He knew how to help keep me relaxed. I kept feeling his fingers as he stroked my back and gently kissed my spine. I had never felt such an intense, out of body type of pleasure before.
"You're doing good here, Joe. My cock may not be as big as yours, but you're taking it like a champ for a newbie."
He made me feel proud, like I deserved a trophy for managing to take his cock inside my ass without screaming. And maybe I did.
When I felt his pubic hair brushing against my ass, I moaned and said, "You did it. You're inside me."
"And your ass will never be the same. Now that you know what pleasure you can get from it, you'll be wanting it more and more."
Zack fucked me slowly. His cock was rubbing against my prostate. My erection had wilted when the pain of penetration had shot through my body, but it was back now and it was pressing against the pillows. Pain still shot through me as Zack's cock pumped in and out of my hole, but it also felt good. I had a feeling that I could have cum just from the fucking if I hadn't just spilled a load in Zack's mouth.
"Damn, Bro. Your ass is tighter than hell. I'm going to cum."
"Do it, Bro. Fuck my ass! Give me your load."
"Aaah! I'm cumming. UH... Uh... uh..."
Zack thrust inside all the way and then collapsed on top of me. He lay there until his breathing returned to normal, then he pulled out.
"Turn over again, Bro," he commanded.
When I did, he pulled the condom off and held his cock to my mouth. I cleaned it eagerly. I was more than a little bit surprised at how quickly I was taking to this kind of thing. If there was a cocksucker gene, I must have inherited it from somewhere.
I almost choked thinking of my dad sucking a dick, but I put that thought out of my mind as fast as I could.
Zack tapped my shoulder and said, "Now it's your turn. It'll be easier to do me like I did you, so get up."
I sat up, my ass still tender from the fuck Zack had thrown me. My anus felt puffy and it was still throbbing in tune with the beat of my heart. I could get used to this. I moved to the edge of the bed and Zack took my place face down on the pillows. He held out a condom and two packs of lube.
"You won't have to work so hard to get inside me. I've been fucked a few times before."
I ran my hands over his firm glutes, relishing the feel of the muscle beneath me. He had a light coating of hair on his ass that made it feel rough instead of smooth. It was an interesting sensation. I pulled his cheeks apart and saw his hole. There was only a little hair in his crack and only a few hairs around his anus.
"I cleaned my ass before coming over," Zack said. "I also lubed it. You should only need to put the condom on and lube your shaft."
I rubbed his hole. It was firm but pliable and it quivered when I touched it. I used some lube on my finger and rubbed the outside for a little while. But when my finger pressed inside I could feel that he was already slick. I thrust a finger inside his warm rectum and then a second. He was right. It didn't take as long before he relaxed as it had for me. And when he did, I replaced my two fingers with four.
That caused him to jump. "Take it easy man, we've got plenty of time."
"Is it too much?" I asked.
"No. Keep going," he moaned. His body was shaking a little but his moans didn't sound like pain; they sounded like pleasure.
Playing with his ass had pushed me to the point where I was ready to cum again. I rolled the condom down my shaft. It was a little tighter than I was used to, but condoms could stretch a lot. I knew I wouldn't last, not as close as I was to orgasm already, but I needed to feel his ass wrapped around my cock.
I pushed inside. He did something and it was like his ass was welcoming me. It gripped my cock and pulled it inside, or maybe I just imagined it. In any event, I sank all the way inside him until it felt like I was pressing against the wall of his rectum, and then suddenly I slid in another inch or so, so that my pubes were rubbing against his ass.
Zack hadn't lied to me. His ass was tighter than the pussy I'd fucked before. And it was warmer. I pulled back until only the tip was still inside him and then I thrust all the way in again. I managed to hold out for several minutes, dozens of strokes, then I felt my balls tightening and my cock contract.
I slapped Zack's ass and thrust all the way inside just before I came. A burst of pleasure, so intense that it was almost painful, shot through my cock.
"Uh... damn... I'm cumming now, Zack. Oh, you didn't lie. This is... the best... fucking... feeling... EVER!"
And then it was my turn to collapse on top of him. I swear, for a moment at least, it felt like my heart had stopped. And it took several moments before I could breathe normally. When I finally pulled out of him, Zack sat up and pulled the condom off my dick before swallowing it again to suck the last of the cum off.
We lay down together in that too small bed and fell asleep in each other's arms. Zack had more foresight than me. He'd set his alarm for 4:00 a.m. He kissed me again. I was still so giddy from last night that I didn't even mind his morning breath. He put on his clothes and crept down the hall to his room.
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I was starting to get lethargic. This always happened after taking his blood. It gave me a burst of energy and some light healing, but there was always a cost... but I needed to focus if I was going to get this story out there...
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Zack and I fucked a couple more times over the two weeks of the program. It wasn't like we were in love. In fact, Zack admitted that he wasn't looking for anything permanent, so I saw him as my mentor. We both set our sights on Kieran, the redheaded Hoosier, but that boy was hard to get. It was like he avoided any situation that could possibly lead to sex, and he casually deflected flirting without even seeming to notice it. The more difficult he made it, the more I wanted him.
I may have failed to get Kieran, but I was successful with Malachi. In some ways he was higher on my list. Zack was a sexy jock, so I'd already had one of those. On the other hand, Malachi was a pretty little twink. I hadn't even thought of fucking Paul Brandt back in high school. Although, now I think about it, he would probably have jumped at the chance. There was no way I was going to let another twink slip through my fingers. And it seemed fate was with me.
Pastor Mercy had pulled me aside and said, "I need your help, Joe. Whenever I talk to Malachi, he just nods and agrees with whatever I have to say. But he's seriously at risk. He flirts with everyone and pretends he doesn't know what he's doing. He needs a different perspective, from someone closer to him in age, who's already overcome his unnatural temptations."
I wanted to punch him in his hypocritical, sanctimonious mouth, but I just smiled and nodded. "Yes, sir. I'll talk to him."
"I knew I could count on you, Joe." He patted me on the back and then went on to talk to someone else.
I looked over at Malachi. He was sitting with his legs crossed in an extremely effeminate way and one hand was waving around absently while he was thinking. His skin was dark brown, and his lips were full and extremely well-shaped. His hair hung in soft ringlets and framed his boyish face. He didn't even look like he had to shave yet.
The programmed activities were done, and we were all supposed to meet up to go bowling after dinner, but there was time. And if we missed bowling, Pastor Mercy would assume that I was doing what he'd asked of me.
I walked over and sat down at the table next to Malachi. I put a brotherly hand on his arm and said, "Hey Malachi. We haven't had much of a chance to talk yet and there are only two days left in this program. I was thinking, why don't we, you and me that is, just walk around campus and get to know one another before classes start?"
"Mm... okay," he said with a smile and an arched eyebrow.
He leaned back and waved his hand around. "I'm down for whatever you are, Joe."
"We'll talk later, once we're done here," I said.
After the meeting, I took Malachi on a walk around campus. We followed the health trail. There were a few students jogging along the trail, mostly summer session students, but a few in summer programs like ours. I tried to ignore the little winged creatures flying about the flower beds around the buildings. I knew from cousin Dorian that most people couldn't see them, and if I did mention anything I would either put myself in danger or be called a liar. There were a lot of them here. Back home I'd rarely seen more than two at once. Here they came in a multitude of colors, like the flowers they tended. Their skin was the color of wood, ranging from the lightest oak and beech, to reddish hues, medium and dark browns, all the way to pure mahogany. And their wings came in such a variety. Some resembled butterflies, others moths, and still others were bedecked with the gossamer sheen of dragonfly wings. And each was surrounded by a faint nimbus of light.
Malachi gave no sign that he saw them. I put an arm around his shoulders and asked, "Why are you in this program, Malachi?"
He shrugged. "The usual reason. Money. My grandmother insisted that I participate in this program if I wanted her help with college. After scholarships and financial aid, I still needed $4000 a year."
"Given the price of this school, you must have gotten some big scholarships," I said.
Malachi grinned and said, "I earned a perfect score on the college entrance exam, and that opened some doors for me. The Severan College Foundation has scholarships to attract those of us with high scores."
"I'll bet." Damn this boy was some kind of genius.
"So your grandmother is making you pretend to be straight in order to get her help with the last bit of tuition?" I asked.
"She's going through the motions, but it's really just to please my mother. She already put the money aside in an account for me."
We walked around the duck pond and bought some feed from the vending machine. It was forbidden to feed them bread because it was apparently bad for them. At least that's what the sign said. I felt bad about all the ducks I'd fed back home. They'd sure seemed to like it. The ducks clustered around us, quacking in anticipation. Malachi threw the last of his duck feed into the pond and then I tossed the rest of mine..
"Are you coming on to me, Joe?"
I put my hand on his shoulder. He was about four inches shorter than me, and he was slender as a reed. I stood behind him and pulled him against my chest. I leaned over his shoulder and asked, "Would it bother you if I were coming on to you?"
He turned around and put his hands on my hips. "That depends. Are you here to test me and tell Pastor Mercy that I'm breaking the rules? Are you planning on ratting me out just a couple of days short of the completion of the program?"
I shook my head and said, "No. I'm here because I've never had the pleasure of being with a beautiful twink. I'm here because I want to do this."
I turned his chin up and bent my head down. I brushed his lips with my own. His lips were soft and they tasted of sweet cherry lip balm. Malachi put one soft hand on my cheek and gave me a sultry smile. I kissed him again, this time with more passion. I crushed his lips and squeezed his body against mine.
When I'd kissed Zack, it was two hard bodies slamming together. It was a struggle between us to see who would take the lead. With Malachi, it was completely different. His mouth accepted my tongue and gently caressed it. And his body melted into mine. It was similar in some ways to kissing a girl, but despite Malachi's softness, he was definitely male. For one thing, I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh.
"Do you like bowling?" I asked Malachi.
He chuckled and said, "What do you think? Do I look like a bowler to you?"
I rubbed his back. "Not really. Would you like to do something else tonight?"
Malachi ran a hand lightly down my chest, which made my heart race a little. I caught his hand and held it. His other hand toyed with my belt loop, and he ran a tongue over his lips. "What did you have in mind for tonight?"
"Well, I thought I would tell Pastor Mercy that you needed counseling, that you felt more comfortable with me because we're the same age."
"And what will we really be doing?" he teased.
I cupped his smooth jaw in hand and ran a thumb over his full lips. "I think we'll do our counseling in my room."
"Nice, but a little risky," Malachi said. "One of Pastor Mercy's toadies could come check on us at any time. We could get caught with our... literal pants down. We should go bowling and then you should sneak into my room after lights out."
"Damn," I said. "You're right."
We walked back to the Student Union and had burgers for dinner. Then we met up with the other students and rode in three vans to the bowling alley. I played on the same team as Malachi. I was a good bowler, and he was not. Some of the other guys got mad at him for bringing our total score down with his 23 points. It didn't faze him at all. He stayed cheerful throughout the game, even going so far as to make fun of his own performance.
I'd never hung out with a nerdy guy like Malachi before. I did well in school. I'd graduated fifth in my class, and I played football. All my friends had been jocks. He was different. He was smart; he was fun; and he had a great sense of humor. And even though he was awful at sports... I liked hanging out with him.
There were ten teams. Zack's team came in first and my team came in seventh. Pastor Mercy had the nerdiest and most out of shape guys on his team. They came in dead last. As we were leaving the bowling alley, Zack whispered, "Are you tapping that little round butt tonight?"
"Am I that obvious?" I asked, a little worried that everyone may know. It didn't matter to me, but I didn't want to cost Malachi his tuition.
Zack shook his head. "Nah. No one else knows you're stalking him. They all think you're Pastor Mercy's pet informant. Do you have lube and condoms?"
"I have the condoms you gave me, but no lube," I admitted.
"I'm assuming you're topping him tonight, so you need to be the responsible party. Come by and I'll give you a few packets. And don't ever say that I never do anything for you."
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And then the night went according to plan. I told Pastor Mercy that Malachi was beginning to open up, but I'd keep an eye on him after school started.
"You're a good man, Joe. I'm glad I can count on you," he said. "And Malachi will thank you as well, assuming he can stay on God's path."
I'd been around smug men like Pastor Mercy my whole life. They were cynical men who used religion to advance their own agenda. I wasn't altogether sure that I believed in God, not if these kinds of men were his representatives. However, if God did exist, I was sure that Pastor Mercy had no more idea what his plan was than I did.
We had a final meeting in the dining hall of the dorm we were staying in. And then we went to the rooms. I made sure to stop by Zack's room for the lube, and then waited for an hour after lights out. All the guys in the program were staying on the third floor of the Baylor building until Friday. The girls were on the second. Pastor Mercy even had a room, but he seldom came and checked on us. He'd asked me to keep an eye and an ear open for participants who were out of their rooms on my floor, and a girl named Sally to do the same on the 2nd floor.
When Malachi ushered me into his room he was wearing a pair of dark gold briefs and nothing else. Malachi locked the door and then leaned back against the wall. There was very little of him that was covered from view. He didn't say anything. He just stared at me with a wry smile on his beautiful, full lips.
I moved toward him and put my hand on his naturally smooth chest. He still said nothing. I bent down and kissed his lips. I had never kissed a black guy before Malachi. And his lips were the most amazing thing. They weren't just full; they were fuller than any guy or even any girl I had ever kissed before. How they could be so firm and so soft at the same time was a mystery to me.
"Do you want me to take you over to that bed and make love to you, Malachi?" I whispered in his ear.
"I want you to do what you want to do," he said. "I'm following your lead right now."
I had no idea why he was being so mysterious and coy, but I picked him up in my arms and carried him over to the bed. He was only four inches shorter than me, but he was slender, and I probably outweighed him by thirty to forty pounds.
I stood beside the bed and pulled my shirt off. Malachi still wasn't saying anything, but he was definitely smiling. When I pulled my shorts off, he started licking his lips. I wasn't wearing underwear, so I stood before him nude. I reached down and took hold of the waistband of his briefs. I could see his erection outlined beneath the thin cloth. I pulled his briefs down and it sprang free.
He had a nice, average size dick. I took hold of it and stroked it as I lay down next to him so we could make out some more. As I held his slender body next to mine, once again I regretted not doing this with Paul Brandt when I'd had the chance.
I kissed my way down his body, spending some time teasing his nipples before tonguing his navel so hard he started giggling. And then I took hold of his cock and kissed it on its mushroom shaped, circumcised head. I licked around the head and then down the shaft to his balls. Malachi didn't shave; he was just naturally less hairy than most guys I'd seen. While the hair on his head hung in soft curls and the hair on his forearms and calves was light and downy, his pubic hair was much curlier, almost kinky, if you'll excuse the expression.
I kissed and licked his balls, and then daringly licked lower, to his taint. I was at the point where I was curious about licking his butt, at least the outside of the ring, but I hesitated. Perhaps sensing the source of my apprehension, Malachi said, "I cleaned up really good before you came over."
I sat up on the bed and looked him in the eye. I gave a little sigh and said, "I've never done this before and I'm not sure I'm ready, but I want to try."
"What do you want to try, Joe Peters?" he asked.
"I want to try to... um... what's the verb for perform anilingus?"
"Eat ass, Joe. Is that what you want to do? Do you want to eat my ass?"
"I want to try and eat your ass. And I don't want you to get hurt feelings if I can't," I admitted.
Malachi patted my hand and said, "Just do what you're comfortable with, Joe. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do.
"Fuck it! Roll over," I said.
Malachi turned over and presented his ass to me. It was round, smooth, and a beautiful shade of brown. "You're such a demanding stud, Joey."
I slapped him gently on the butt and said, "You'd better believe it!"
I kissed his butt and then licked between his cheeks. He smelled and tasted fresh, not even like soap, just... nice. I don't know how to describe it. It was the first time I'd done anything like this and I was expecting something a little more... unpleasant. I was glad to be disappointed.
I licked his hole for a while and I probed inside just a little. In retrospect, I was too timid. But I didn't know that at the time. Malachi was groaning.
"That feels good, Joey," he said.
I smacked his butt and said, "Who told you to call me Joey?"
He rolled over onto his back again and spread his legs. "Play with my butt now. Your tongue felt good, but I want you to get me lubed up. Then I want you to fuck me hard."
I grabbed the lube and started rubbing his hole in earnest. Malachi sighed and said, "That's the way, Joey."
I smacked his thigh and said, "It's, Joe."
Malachi gave me a sarcastic look and said, "No, it's not. Joe is hard and rugged, but not sexy. Joey on the other hand is very sexy. He's a proud gay guy who knows how to make a boy feel good."
"Bi guy," I insisted. "I like girls and guys."
"Sure, baby, Bisexual Joey is also hot, so long as he's not too not-gay to suck my dick," he said with a laugh.
"Oh, I'm bisexual enough for that, Malachi. I'm even bisexual enough to let you fuck me."
Malachi's eyes grew wide. "Really? A big old jock boy like you? You going to let a sissy gay boy like me pound your jock pussy?"
I worked more lube inside his butt. "Absolutely. If you want to, that is. I am committed to fully exploring this side of myself."
"Are you sure you're bisexual, Joey? You sound like I did when I was just starting to discover my love of cock." Then he grunted a little and added, "Oooh, that is the spot, Joey. Keep pushing right there!"
I worked even more lube into his tight little bottom and I rubbed that hard nut that caused him to moan so prettily. But I couldn't let that slide.
"I've been with boys for a couple of years now, but it doesn't mean I stopped liking girls. Bi guys do exist, you know."
He pouted and opened his eyes wide. "Don't be mad at me, Joey. It's just hard to imagine getting worked up that way about a girl."
"You've never been with a girl?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I don't need to be with a girl to know that I like boys, boys with big cocks like yours, Joey."
"And that's what I was saying. Trust me when I say that I'm bi, and I won't have to shock your delicate sensibilities with descriptions of what I like about girls."
"Deal. But I am going to keep on calling you `Joey."
"Go ahead, I don't really mind."
And the truth was that I didn't. I'd been trying to get away from my childhood. Everyone had always called me Joey. I thought "Joe" sounded more adult, but the way Malachi said "Joey" made it sound so sexy.
"Good. Because I am ready for you."
He didn't feel the same way Zack had. He hadn't relaxed and became loose. He was looser, but still tight enough to make me skeptical. "Do you want me to do this, Malachi? I can happily play with your butt some more; we can do some frot or we can just suck each other off."
"I do. Why do you ask?"
"You're still tight," I said.
Malachi grinned. "I've only done this twice before. Anal I mean. I've seen enough porn to act like an expert, but I'm still nervous... I totally want to do it with you. It may take me a little while to open up for you."
"Whew! I've done it a few times more than you, but all in the last four days. And the guy I was with was... a lot more experienced than either of us."
"If it's Pastor Murphy, you can just keep that to yourself, but if it's Zack, you need to tell me all about it... after you fuck me."
I felt better knowing he was still tight because he was inexperienced and timid, not because he wasn't into me. I continued playing with him, sliding my finger inside and stroking him gently. And I alternated between kissing him and whispering in his ear.
"You are such a pretty twink, Malachi. I feel lucky to be lying here, right now, with you cuddled up against me..."
"... and your finger up my butt," Malachi replied with a laugh.
"And me with my finger up your tight little butt. I'm looking forward to being with you. I know you're excited." I touched the head of his hard cock and made him jump. "But I want to feel you ready down here as well."
He was loose enough for me to get a second finger inside. I could tell he was relaxing because his glutes became less firm, just like Zack's had when I'd worked his ass. I thrust my fingers in and out and soon I was rewarded by feeling his sphincter relax around my fingers. He was loose enough. I moved between his legs and pushed them up against his chest. I hastily put on a condom and lined my cock up. Then I pushed against him. He'd gotten a little tighter since I stopped stroking his hole.
"Oh... OH... OH!" Malachi gasped. "Your big cock is... OH FUCK... it's filling me like..."
The he started singing, "Like a virgin, getting fucked for the very first time, I'm like a vir... ir... ir... ir... gin, with your cock... Oh, hell! You get the idea."
I chuckled and then kissed his amazing lips again. I slid my hands under his back so I could hold his shoulders. Now that I had some leverage, I pulled almost all the way out of him and then slammed inside him again, pressing my pubes against his rounded butt. I'd seen white guys with really round butts (the redhead came to mind), but Malachi's was the roundest and sweetest I'd seen uncovered.
His ass gripped me like a glove. Zack had been more talented in working his ass, but Malachi moaned more sweetly and he was prettier, and that was something I was discovering that I really, really liked. The look of his long eyelashes fluttering, of his moist lips separating while he breathed shallowly. I couldn't stop myself. I kissed every inch of his face.
"Oooh! Fuck me harder, Joey! Don't tell me that you've only been doing this for a week; your cock is touching me in all the right places!"
"Damn, you know what to say to get me going, boy."
"Boy? Mm... I think I like that. Especially coming from a big, strong man like you."
I wasn't an expert, and neither was he. We were both beginners in our own way. And I was on a hair trigger. The feeling of his ass grasping my cock had me ready to shoot any minute. I reached down and took hold of his hard erection. He was about as close as I was.
I started to stroke him, but then stopped. I plunged deep inside him and held it. "I'm cumming, you sexy little bitch."
"Do it, stud! Cum inside me, now!"
My cock tightened and then released. I shot inside his velvety warmth, and then I shot again. I pulled him so tight that my fingers dug into his shoulders as I shot three more times.
"Oooh, stud, I think I could feel your cock pumping inside me. Thank you for that."
"I'm not done with you, yet, baby!" I said, pulling out and moving down so I could take his erection in my mouth. I was new to cocksucking. I could only fit half of it into my mouth without gagging. I planned to slowly work my way down, but I didn't get a chance.
Malachi grabbed my hair. As short as it was, he managed to twist his fingers in it. "Damn, you suck cock like a professional, stud. I'm going to... fuck that... I'm cumming! Oh, Lord have mercy, your mouth feels so goddamn good!"
He shot in my mouth and I swirled it around to get the taste before swallowing it, just like Zack had taught me. The best lesson college had taught me so far. I could have kicked myself for being so selfish and one-sided for the past couple years. This was what I'd been missing. I sucked as hard as I could as he shot several more times and I took it all.
I climbed up next to him to take him in my arms, and I wiped the sweat from his brow. I loved the look of his brown skin against my own white flesh. I always thought I was well-tanned, but Malachi made me look pale in comparison.
I didn't realize I was staring at him until Malachi said, "What are you looking at, Joey?"
"I'm looking at one of the prettiest boys I've ever seen."
"Hmph!" he snorted. "Sounds like you're trying to sweet talk me into a relationship, and I'm not ready for that, Joey. What I am ready for is a taste of your cum."
He sat up and moved to position himself over my cock. He pulled the condom off and set it aside, then he swallowed my cock with a lot more skill and talent than I'd shown him.
"Your mouth feels as good as your ass, baby. Keep that up and I'll cum again!"
Malachi paused for a moment and said, "That's what I'm hoping for, Joey. Just lay back and let me make you feel good."
So, I did. I lay back and let him tease me back to full erection. He was as good at sucking dick as Paul had been. It was only a few minutes before I was hard as a rock again. The second orgasm wasn't as overwhelming as the first. It was slower, more sedate, and even more wonderful in its own way.
Malachi and I lay together for an hour or so, slowly kissing and teasing one another. We both came again from a soft and sensual handjob. And we made out until our lips were sore. I didn't want it to end because I knew that Malachi wouldn't risk being with me again any time soon.
"You were so amazing, stud," he said with a smile, "but if we keep doing this, I'm going to fall in love with you and I can't do that. I'm nineteen years old and a freshman at the beginning of my college experience. I want to play the field and see what's out there for me. I don't want... I mean, I can't afford to fall in love right now."
He was right. I'd lived my life thinking I was a straight guy who enjoyed getting blowjobs on the side. Maybe I needed to experience the full range of my bisexuality before allowing myself to get involved in a relationship of any kind.
I finally got up and got dressed. I took the condom and all the lube packets with me to put them in the trash where Pastor Mercy wouldn't find them. I should have felt bad for hating him so much after he'd tried to take me under his wing, but I did. He wasn't helping any of these kids. He was hurting them, trying to make them ashamed of who they were.
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I paused for a moment in my typing. I felt like I was focusing too much on my sexual encounters and not enough on the other aspects. But the sex was central to the narrative. My own awakening to the fact that I am a bisexual guy - or maybe a mostly gay guy who was also attracted to strong and athletic women - was integral to what happened to me.
I couldn't share this experience with anyone because it would violate my master's orders, but he hadn't counted on how stubborn I could be. I cleared my head and concentrated. I attached the story so far to an email addressed to guys I knew were mages; Sebastian Trent, Kieran Morgan, and my own RA, Desmond Devereaux. I set the email to be sent in one week. The whole time I repeated to myself, "I will change the send date before it sends. I will keep changing the send date. I won't ever allow it to be sent!"
It was like forcing myself to walk through a resistant membrane, but I was able to do it. I breathed a sigh of relief when I closed the laptop to take a break. I hadn't been able to work against my master at all before, but my will was growing stronger. Soon I hoped to be able to throw off his influence. I knew that I could do it. Each time he fed me his blood, the compulsions grew strong again, but the time before I wore them down again was shrinking.
One of these days, I would be able to shake them off for good. And I knew why. I'd figured it out. That test my cousin Dorian had given me, I was the only one in the family to pass. I saw things they couldn't. My master said that I had mage blood. I wasn't some simple guy with no defenses. I was a mage! My master was afraid of them and I was one of them.
I pushed the laptop away and went for a run on the forest
trail. I was still a freshman and my master had to allow me to live in the
dorms. I saw Darren ahead of me, running with his little werewolf boyfriend
clinging to his back and laughing. As much as he scared me, I would have
confessed everything and let him punish me however he wanted. I hadn't been
under the vampire's thrall yet when I'd helped the hunters to set up an ambush
for the Severan Pack. I'd just been an ass.
**********
Later that day, I was standing in front of Baylor Hall staring at the flower beds. They were vibrant. Mums, chrysanthemums, and pansies in a riot of color, almost like a rainbow trying to smother the hatred that was temporarily lodged inside the building. Mom's flowers back home had never been this nice. It had to be the little fairies I saw flittering about. I'd seen them occasionally back home, but there were so many here.
"They must approve of you to let you see them. Sleepers never do, but even mage's rarely see them in their full glory."
I turned around and saw a thin guy about Malachi's size, but pale with a shock of white hair and eyes so blue that they seemed purple. He wasn't smiling; he looked thoughtful.
"You see them?" I asked.
He nodded and said, "They're fey. Specifically they're flower fairies. They can tend to flowers even better than bees, but they're rare when you get too far from the faerie realm."
This was the second time that I'd heard the term flower faeries. He had my attention now.
"Sleepers?" I asked.
"It's an elven term," he said with a smile, like he was challenging me to disagree with him. "It means people who can't see the real world, just the pale illusion that they can perceive through the veil."
It sounded ridiculous to discuss elves and faeries in the bright sunlight. "So you're an elf and we're close to Faerie here?"
He nodded and gave me an enigmatic smile. "I am. And we're as close to faerie as we can be here in the heart of the numina flux zone."
He saw my expression and added, "I'm not the one to educate you on this subject, but I'll pass your name on to the right person. You've come to the right school and you're in the right dorm. No one here will think you're crazy."
**********
It was the next morning, after breakfast, that I was approached by a good-looking guy in his twenties. He was my height and skin tone with lighter brown hair and green eyes. He wasn't an athlete like me, but he seemed fit.
He held out his hand. "Hello, my name is Desmond Devereaux and I'm the RA for the fifth floor, where you'll be moving, after the program you're in ends."
I shook it. His grip was firm and masculine. "Pleased to meet you. My name is Joe Peters, but my friends call me Joey."
I'd decided that Malachi was right. Joe was a façade. My true name was Joey. I'd be Joe to the people of the world like Pastor Mercy, and I'd be Joey to people I cared to know. And this guy seemed friendly enough.
The guy smiled again and said, "And my friends call me `Dezi'. Look, I can't tell you everything you need to know right now, but your name was given to me by Nico Chase. He spoke to you yesterday, little guy with blond hair and purple eyes? He suggested I give you this."
He handed me a flyer that read:
Pagan Traditions Club
Come learn about the pagan traditions that underlie our western culture.
Find people like yourselves who are questioning the things we've taught all our lives.
Learn the truth about history and the world around you.
"Okay. Thank you, I guess," I said, my skepticism showing.
"Just think about it, Joey. I think you'll be sorry if you don't."
And how I wished that I'd listened to his advice. If I'd gone to that meeting, maybe I wouldn't be where I was right now. Maybe I wouldn't be trapped like I was now.
I heard my master's voice in my head, calling me to him. I closed the laptop and went to join him.
**********
The pain was excruciating and exhilarating at the same time. My master's fangs had pierced my neck and the blood was beginning to flow again. He bled me just a little bit every other night. He had others to feast on, but he'd told me that I was special.
"You're a good slave, Joey," my master said. "And your taste is rich and potent. Mage's blood is like a powerful drug, a stimulant, and you, foolish boy, just walked in and gave yourself to me. Since you're not registered with the Conclave, no one knows that you're mine. And now I have my own private source of the richest blood I can risk drinking."
I'd seen him eying the tiny fey warriors he'd captured. He'd been fascinated by them, drawn to them. He'd even bit his lip as he shoved them in the cage. I wondered what would happen if he drank their blood? Was that what he meant?
When he'd had enough, he licked my neck and the wound healed. He was always horny after he'd fed on my blood and tonight was no exception. He wasn't into foreplay. He shoved two fingers in my mouth and I knew to get them as wet as I could. And then he shoved them inside my ass. He went back and forth, ass to mouth and then back to ass until he deemed me wet enough.
Then he shoved his hard cock inside me. I screamed.
"That's it, slave. Your screams are like music to my ears," he said.
I glanced over at the unused bottle of lube I'd brought to the house. "Why, Master? Why does sex always have to be so painful with you?"
He cocked his head to one side and appeared deep in thought for a moment. "I can feel your suffering, Slave, and it is intoxicating to me. Your suffering, combined with the potent mage blood you carry is almost as good as the blood of the fey, without all the risks. "
He slammed into me again. He wasn't gentle, but he was hitting my prostate with each thrust. And I knew that wouldn't stop until I came, no matter how long it took him. He was tireless. He didn't orgasm like a living man. I never felt his body tense or his cock contract. It was just a change that came over his face, a look of pure ecstasy.
"If you were more careful, Master, I could please you better."
He ran a sharp fingernail down my chest, leaving a red scratch in its wake. "No. You couldn't. Your orgasm is powerful enough that I can feel it, like a long lost echo of what I once had, but alone it won't suffice. Your suffering amplifies the feeling and allows me to experience it more fully. Only then can it pierce the dark ennui of eternal existence without feeling."
He bared his fangs and pumped harder inside me. I was bruised and ready for him to stop, but he always gave me just enough of his own blood to heal any physical damage. I didn't think he was being kind. His blood flowing inside me allowed him to exert more control and he wanted the pleasure of bruising me all over again.
I hated what he was doing to me, and I hated that he was programming me to associate pain with my own orgasms. I wanted to fight him but I couldn't, and that's when it hit me. If I didn't have his blood inside me, I'd be able to fight him. He'd said I was a mage. I had no real idea what he meant. I didn't know anything about the Conclave he'd mentioned. But a mage was a type of wizard or something. If I was one, maybe I could get free of his control if I could get the vampire blood out of my system. If only I could find some way to do it.
I came and my master felt it. Once I was done, he pulled out and poked his wrist with one pointed fingernail. He held it to my lips and commanded me to drink. It tasted foul. I had only the smallest taste, but it energized my body. I could feel the pain from my bruises receding, not completely but just enough to make it bearable.
I remembered the look on Kyle's face when Master had fed him the blood. Master had given him a full dose like he'd done to me the first time. He'd let slip that Kyle was a mage as well, but a nearly latent one, and that he was slave to an elf. Maybe Kyle's master was my hope. His tiny servants were still trapped in the other room. Maybe they were the key. All I knew was that I had to find an answer.
College Magic Cycle Characters
Faerie
·
Domenic Chase. A 24-year-old
Elven-American from New York City. He has an alien mindset that others find hard
to comprehend. He stands 66 inches tall and weighs about 130 pounds. His skin
is pale, and his hair is almost white. His eyes are purple. When he's not glamered
to appear more human, you can see his pointed, lobeless ears, solid purple eyes
(like he has no white in his eyes, just purple iris) and sharp feline teeth.
He's physically tough (he claims to be tougher than the werewolves), fast and
has strong, claw-like fingernails. He can weave illusions and powerful charms,
although the charms require some level of acceptance from the target. He's a
friend of Sebastian. He enslaved Kyle Mason as punishment after he raped Kieran
and beat up Simon.
Mages
·
Joseph "Joey" Lawrence Peters. A 19-year-old
freshman from Oklahoma. He's the first mage in his family for three generations
and doesn't even know it before coming to Severan College. He shares a writing
class with Kieran who was in the same religious program before school that he
was.
·
Kieran Finley Morgan. An 18-year-old freshman
with pale skin, golden-red hair, and green eyes. At the beginning of the story,
he is deeply closeted (he is unaware that said closet had glass doors everyone
could see through) and stands at 72 inches and 180 pounds of muscle. He was a
high school athlete who was on the diving team, the swim team, and the track
team.
Mundanes (or Unknown)
·
Pastor William Mercy. A 43-year-old
closeted pastor who runs an anti-gay church in Severan and a homophobic program
called College Success for incoming freshmen. He has national funding
for his program. He tries to scare the mostly gay young adults in his program into
becoming straight. Of course, it doesn't work.
·
Zack Knowles. A 19-year-old college
freshman. He tall (six foot two) and muscular, with blond hair and tanned skin.
He claims to be bisexual, but he prefers sex with guys. He joined the College
Success program to pick up closeted gay guys. He's the guy who teaches Joey
to love gay sex.
Skinchangers, Werewolves
·
Benjamin "Benjy" Gold (Beta). A twink
beta-werewolf who shares a class with Simon. He has dark curly hair, light
olive skin and slender build. He's very small, about 5 ft. 5 and 120 pounds.
·
Darren Groves (Alpha). A 21-year-old
college junior from Montana. A heavy-set man with shoulder length brown hair, a
short beard, and brown eyes. He's powerfully built under his extra pounds. He's
of average appearance. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs 220 pounds. He's
Drew's right hand man. In a fit of lust, he groped Kieran in the laundry room.
Who knows what would have happened if Drew hadn't broken it up? Despite this,
Darren is a good guy. He's become a kind of avuncular figure for Kieran as one
of his protectors on campus.