Date: Fri, 22 Sep 2017 08:26:18 +0000
From: Qwik Lub <Qwiklub@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cumpire - Cum Donor Brad

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I am a Cumpire. Like my vampire cousins I need to feed on a regular basis
to survive. 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, straight, bi or clueless it doesn't
matter.  As much as I enjoy the beauty and taste of younger teens fresh off
the streets there are times when the supply gets low. If I have to go too
long between meals I need to catch up in a hurry. That is when I turn to my
familiar. My cum donor. Every cumpire needs one.  These are humans who
willingly supply what every cumpire needs. As such they are very
special. They are also rather rare, so we treat them with respect as
equals, even though they are submissive to our hunger. As I have mentioned
before I do not have a lot of money. But I make sure to be able to afford
whatever Brad needs or wants. I found his ad discreetly placed on a popular
website's hidden section dedicated to obscure tastes. "Multi-orgasmic high
school donor looking to make regular milk deliveries for immortal
guardian. Serious inquires only." A number followed.

I immediately texted the number. "Cumpire. Need to feed. Can be very
attentive and caring for the right donor." I glanced at the time. It was
nearly 2am so I was surprised and pleased when the reply arrived within
minutes.

"Brad here. 16. 5' 6". 130 lbs. 7.5". Cut. Cum up to 7x/day. Available
now."  Dear lord! Seven times a day? I quickly replied with my address. He
answered he would get ready and come over in about 30 minutes. I was
thrilled that Brad was not far away from my neighborhood. In fact I could
guess what high school he attended as I had hunted there on the odd
occasion. Excitement filled my body as the blood filled my cock. I had not
fed in weeks and the thought of a teen cumming repeatedly was exactly what
the witch doctor ordered. Hehe. I showered and then went to my special
playroom to lay out my dinnerware. That included towels, adjustable straps,
oil, a bluetooth toy, a few other imaginative devices like a vibrator wand,
a pair of opaque swim goggles, headphones, and a digital music player. I
had cameras set up to capture every angle in this room. There are times
when watching video of a conquest brings back some of the energy of the
actual feast. I was sure Brad was going to be one of those special
feasts. The cumpire who made me had also taught me some tricks to rapidly
milk multiple large loads out of willing mortals. With everything in order
I glanced again at the clock. I had moved so fast only 20 minutes had
passed. I decided to go sit on the front steps and await Brad.

It was a quiet, mild night with a warm breeze flowing down the street. A
block away I heard him coming, the sound of his wheels on the sidewalk
drawing my attention. In short order he came gliding along on his
skateboard. From a distance I could see he was graceful and fit. Solid, but
slim not stocky. Maybe a wrestler, swimmer, or track and field athlete?
Even before he physically arrived his hormones flooded my nostrils in an
exciting wave. Is it my imagination or do I already smell cum?  He did some
flips and tricks with his board along the low walls, hand rails, and curb
as he rode down my sidewalk, clearly putting on a show of his athleticism
while giving a hint of a tight little butt. At the last few feet Brad
jumped off his skateboard, expertly flipping it up into his hand to stop
before me. He had long sandy blond hair hanging below his skater's knit cap
and his eyebrows were a slightly darker brownish color. I've always found
eyebrows a good indicater of what color a boy's pubes are. He had
delightful green eyes and beautifully long lashes. His complexion was
almost completely clear and rosy-cheeked with full pink lips. He wore a
tight fitted tee shirt with some band logo under a loose plaid shirt. The
tee revealed a very fit and well-defined upper body. Muscular for sure.
Both shirt and tee reached below his waist to cover the tops of the skinny
jeans so I couldn't see if he was sagging or what kind of underwear he had
on, but no matter. There would be plenty of time for that.

"Hello, sir. I'm Brad." He reached out to shake my hand. There was
something about a well-mannered and cute teen boy that got me hot in
seconds.  Probably it was because I knew he was going to do whatever I
asked.

"Hello Brad. I'm Dave. I am a cumpire who is very hungry. Do you want to be
my cum donor?"

"Yessir. Please. My last guardian moved away and I was used to cumming a
lot to feed him. Now I've got a lot of cum getting backed up inside me. I
don't really need anything more than some relief and someone I can make
happy."  Music to my ears. I thanked Priapus, the cumpires' guardian, for
my great fortune.

"I am certain I can provide all the relief you will ever need. How much
time do you have?"

"I can stay as long as you like. It's Friday night so no school until
Monday." I hadn't even thought about that, so great was my hunger. However
I didn't live this long without some degree of caution.

"What about your parents?", I asked.

"It's just me and my dad. He's a donor too. He taught me how to serve as
soon as I was old enough to sperm. He knows where I am."  Ooh my!  Cute,
smart, experienced, and fully supported by his dad. At that moment I knew I
was going to give this kid anything he wanted within my full ability. I was
immediately sorry to think he was already 16 and before much longer he
would be out of his teen years and possibly moving away to college. Then
again I thought about how much cum I could drink from him over the next
couple of years. Yes indeed I had a great deal in this bargain.

"Please come inside my home and then my mouth." Brad chuckled at my lame
joke and followed me. After offering Brad a drink, which he respectfully
declined, I brought him right to my playpen. I activated each of the
cameras, positioned him where he was the center of every frame, then stood
in front of him.  "Please start with your top." He removed his cap, shirt,
and tee. I could see that he had been working out religiously. His torso
was very well defined with strong biceps, square pecs, six pack abs,
overall muscular but still youthfully slim. I saw a blue and red band at
his waist under the jeans. Brad kicked off his Vans and pulled off his
socks. Then he removed the jeans to reveal long, smooth legs that were cut,
but still very slender and undeveloped, even less so than his torso
and... OMG!!!!! Instead of boxers or briefs, Brad was wearing a bright
blue, yellow and red jock strap. The logo read 'Trophy Boy'. As if I didn't
already know I had won first prize!?! He slowly turned 360 degrees
revealing in the process a perfect, little bubble butt accentuated by the
jock straps. His package was full; massively full. My mouth watered and I
moved to grope and feel the massive bulge with both hands. I could see the
jock had multiple, whiteish stains, and the exotic smell blew my mind!!!

"I only posted like an hour maybe and you were the first person to
answer. I came in these like five times last week and kept them in a
ziplock bag until tonight. I put them on after my shower for the ride over
so they would be warm. I hope you like them. They're yours of course." I
answered by sinking to my knees and rubbing my face in his basket. I felt
his cock rapidly rise while trapped in the soft cloth. I swear I was
drooling at the feel and heavenly scent of this stud's package. In fact I
was doing more than drooling. I was actively licking his pouch, then
sucking and licking his balls and magnificent tool right through the cum
stained cloth. The taste was divine. I felt my pentup hunger swelling with
both our meaty poles. Brad gently ran his fingers through my hair then put
his hands behind his back to let me have my way with his swollen jock. I
reached around to grab and knead his marvelous ass and Brad put his hands
on top of his head to keep them out of my way. His steel rod tented the
jock obscenely. The material was clearly losing the battle. The circus Big
Top had nothing on this kid! This was not part of my plan, but Brad 's hot,
young cock spilled fresh cum into the jock and into my ravenous
mouth. Before long I had sucked up almost every drop of his cum and stains,
so wet was his jock with my saliva. "Oh yes, that feels so great. Thank you
sir. Please be my guardian. Let me feed you." It was nice to hear him beg
me to claim him, even though I had already made up my mind the second he
replied to my text. I resisted the urge to drain him completely right then,
wanting to enjoy this feast and knowing some patience on my part would
produce even more swimmers from my new boy's balls. I turned him around and
dove nose first into his crack. Brad threw his hands against the wall to
keep from falling into it. I parted the cheeks to gaze upon his boy
pussy. Brad's hole was a perfectly round, pink rosebud winking at me. Fine
light brown hairs circled the hole like a target. My tongue went for the
bullseye. Groans filled the air, although whether it was him, me or both of
us I could neither tell nor care. His sweet ass was no less a delight than
his crotch. I licked, sucked, and drilled his ass with my tongue forever
and a day.  "Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh. Awwww sshhiiiiiiittt!!!!!."  Yeah baby,
you just said it all for both of us. However our fun was just beginning. I
finally came up for air and turned Brad around to face me. I hooked my
fingers into the waistband and slowly, with some difficulty, pulled the
jock down over his incredibly hard cock, revealing first a nicely trimmed,
cone shaped, brownish bush the same color as his eyebrows. Yes the carpet
matched the drapes. I continued revealing a lovely, beautifully veined,
thick shaft with every centimeter. So gorgeous and so fucking hot. When the
jock finally cleared a fat cap even broader than the shaft, Brad's cock
shot up and slapped against his belly with a loud "THWAP" before bouncing
to a stop in front of my face. Dear gawd I love that sound. A large drop of
precum formed at his peehole and began a slow motion drip. I dutifully
caught it on the tip of my tongue and lapped it up back to the
source. Brad's text clearly did not exaggerate his endowment in the
least. In fact I wondered if he had literally sold himself short. I knew
multiple, well fondled measurements were in order. His erection was
perfect. At least 7.5", neatly circumsized, fat mushroom cap, standing out
at a 45 degree angle, and pulsing with his heartbeat I was
hypnotized. Brad's hands were back on top of his head, revealing small oval
patches of similarly brownish pubic hair. I finished removing his
jock. "Um, sir? Do you want me to get the bag to put these in?" I do not
know from where I summoned the willpower to stop and reengage my
brain. Maybe it was just my hunger that brought me back to why Brad was
there and what I planned to do to feed on his cum.

"Sure thing hottie. Then come over to the chair." Brad retrieved his jeans,
pulled a baggy out of a pocket, and placed the saliva and cum soaked jocky
inside, carefully pressing out the extra air before sealing in the moisture
of our first contact. I made a mental note to buy a trophy case to display
that prize. He placed the baggy and the jeans back on the table. The
playroom had a queen size bed with a simple, office type chair at the
foot. Of course it wasn't entirely simple. It was reinforced, with anchors
to attach the straps. When Brad walked up I began securing his wrists and
ankles in the bright orange cushioned straps. His cock continued to
throb. I positioned him to sit down in the chair. I had already placed a
towel across it in anticipation of our play. I secured the straps of both
legs and one arm to the chair anchors leaving him a little slack to move,
but not far enough to bring his legs together. "So here is phase one. You
may select whatever music pleases you on this player. I will put these
headphones on you so you can listen. Just before the headphones go on I wll
place these goggles over your eyes. Once everything is in place you will
not be able to see anything or hear anything besides the music. You will be
totally in my control. I will touch your body with oil, with my mouth, and
with other things. You must tell me when you are close to coming, but I
will decide when to let you cum. Do you understand?"

Brad's green eyes actually sparkled as he looked me in the
eyes. "Yessir. Thank you sir." His excitement was obvious. He had perfect
dimples and bright white teeth when he smiled. I felt his heat rise and the
hormonal smell was driving me crazy. I saw another large pearl of precum
form at his head. I wondered if he had ever done anything like this
before. Brad manipulated the device to select his musical genre. I bent
down to lap up the precum. Standing back up I saw he went with alternative
metal featuring Nine Inch Nails. I was willing to bet his nail would reach
nine inches before he was done growing. "I'm ready Guardian." I secured the
last strap, postioned the goggles and headphones, then started the
music. Brad sat silently, his head moving a bit with the music and his cock
standing up between his legs like the Eiffel Tower. I placed a pillow on
the floor and knelt between his legs while pulling my rolling table of
torture toys close at hand. Given the way things had gone already, I
decided on a quick and easy approach for the first full nut. What I drank
through the jock was only an appetizer. I took a feather and began tickling
Brad's sex. He giggled at the sensation, opening his legs more and then
getting back into the music. I chose the oil next, dripping it onto his
chest, abs, and shoulders. I spread the oil all over his neck and
shoulders, then down his hot chest and abs. With both hands I rubbed and
tweaked his nipples. I could hear Brad's breath catch as I pinched his
nips. I tickled him under his armpits and down his sides. He tried to
supress it, then laughed out loud. "Please that tickles!" Of course I
ignored his plea as he knew I would and his body bucked against the straps
for a several seconds until I stopped. I continued applying the oil on his
slender thighs, loving the satin feel of his inner thighs especially. Brad
sighed softly as I touched him. His cock kept throbbing in anticipation of
being the center of attention. I thought to myself that the boy had been
hard for at least 30 to 40 minutes by this point and it was definitely time
for milking.

But before that, I wanted to take some measurements. I retrieved a tailor's
cloth measuring tape. I pulled Brad's cock down to stick straight out from
his body. It was a steel pipe and I took the opportunity to stroke my oiled
fist over his length a few times. I saw his mouth open silently. I
positioned the tape on top of his cum tool, my fingertips lightly stroking
as I assessed his length. On the top side I measured what I call the
effectve length - how much dick you can actually bury in a mouth, ass, or
even a pussy if that's your thing. This is the measure used by all the
studies I found online whether Kinsey, Durex, Lifestyles or
others. However, I was not a scientist or sociologist. I just loved playing
with a boy's cock while I did my 'research'. Lol.  My new boy's prize was 7
and 7/8ths inches. I pulled on his boner for a bit more, then turned the
tape to the other side with the metric scale and repeated my
measurements. The tape showed 20cm. I continued to fondle and stroke Brad's
beautiful timber. I released his rampant stiff to watch it snap straight up
into the air. It throbbed like a beacon. What a magnificent sight! More
precum bubbled up at the tip and began to drip down Brad's pole. I licked
it up. Now it was time for the alternative measure. This one was the
underside of the penis from the top of the balls to the tip. I called it
the 'ego length'. It always produced a bigger number and Brad was no
different. The U.S. measurement was 8 and 5/8ths inches. The metric was
21.9cm.  Of course the actual measurements were meaningless to me. OK,
maybe not meaningless. I admit I took dick pix and recorded the
measurements in my album of conquests. However, the real reason I loved
measuring my boys was the additional 'excuse' to play with their hot rods,
as if I needed one. I was fondling, stroking and just playing with Brad's
rocket. He was clearly excited at my attentions. I did feel duty bound to
eventually tell him he was bigger than the 7.5" he had texted me.  I was
sure he would welcome the news.

Enough by-play. Time to get that nut.  I drizzled oil directly onto his
cockhead and the whopper lurched delightfully in response. I began
spreading the oil around Brad's cock, down the shaft and around his
balls. He groaned deeply as I manhandled his sex. I stroked his dick hand
over hand. Holding the skin taught to the base with one hand, I gathered
more oil from his body and circled the palm of my free hand over his
dickhead. Brad's body jackknifed into the air, his hips pumping the head
against my palm and his mouth forming an 'O'.
"Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!  Fuck! Fuck! Dammit! I gotta cum!" I
pulled my hands away and watched him try to fuck empty air. After a futile
minute or more he settled back down onto the chair. I began fondling his
balls again before switching back to the hand over hand stroking. His body
rapidly responded again and he started begging.  "Oh. Please! Please! I
gotta cum. Please sir, take my load. Please master! It hurts!!!!" Now I
love to edge my boys to produce the biggest nut, but I don't want them to
hurt too much, so I began steadily milking Brad's cock. One hand slid up
and down the shaft while the other hand rotated my fist around his head.
"GGAAAAAAAAAAWWWWDDDD!!!!" I saw his nuts draw up tightly as he arched his
body again. I was just able to cover the head with my mouth as Brad erupted
like Vesuvius. A tsunami of cum flooded my mouth. I drank as quickly as I
could, trying to keep my lips and tongue from further stimulating the
sensitive glans. I would need him to remain tender for the coming graces.
Brad's sperm flowed into my mouth, down my throat, into my stomach, through
my bloodstream, and eventually into every cell of my body. The joy of being
a cumpire was flooding me with every drop of his youthful jizz. Victory! I
was just getting started.

I had learned that continuous stimulation can produce intense orgasms with
surprising amounts of cum. After I cleared the last dregs of Brad's orgasm
with my tongue I poured more oil onto his cock and began a fast handjob
while squeezing his balls. There was no artistry here. No hesitation. It
was a ravishing fisting of this teen's still hard rod. No chance to rest
and recover. Brad grimaced, growled, then yelled as my grip pummeled his
meat with just the right amount of pressure.  True donor that he was he
didn't ask me to stop, but his hips were furiously fucking my fist and
every muscle of his body was taught. I did not let up for a
second. "GGRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. AAAArrrrgggggghhhh!!!!
NnnnnnnnnnnnnnngGGGGGG!" My senses drank in his full body reaction, seeing
his nipples swell, his abs tighten into a six pack (?!?), his legs rapidly
flexing in and out, his toes curling. Brad's head snapped back. His
breathing became raspy and animalistic. My assault continued unabated. Even
through the goggles I could see tears forming in his eyes as he accepted
the painful pleasure of my domination over his hyperstimulated member. I
could almost see the next load coursing through his balls into his love
muscle. Once again I took his joystick into my mouth and swallowed every
drop of his spooge. Aaaahhh...  The sweet nectar of youth. I felt the years
dropping away as his youthful yogurt transformed my body. It hadn't been
five minutes since Brad's first cum, but the load was easily as large.  I
sat back on my heels and admired my find. Brad was breathing rapidly, his
head back and legs wide open, a sheen of sweat coating his body. He
appeared to have maybe passed out. I could hear his heart beat
rapidly. Then he raised his head and grinned in my direction. "Fucking
awesome!" That's my boy.  Time to prep for round three.

I poured more oil over Brad's body deeply and lovingly massaging him from
his neck to his legs and everywhere in between.  Everywhere except his cock
and balls that is. I knew they needed some time to recover after two
intense and rapid cums.  Even so his cock stayed semi-hard now at a 90
degree angle sticking out from his crotch. I placed my hands on his knees
and spread his legs so the cameras could capture his sexy beauty. The cock
wasn't pulsing like before, but still had the random twitch to show it was
alive. I resumed my full body massage. As I massaged into his inner thighs
and up next to his nuts I slipped a finger or two into his crack. Actually,
given the way Brad was sitting restrained and the cute, small bubble butt
he had, there really wasn't a crack per se. It was better described as a
valley between his cheeks. Pulling his hips forward with his spread legs I
could easily see his pink boi pussy. I spread the oil down his taint and
all around his bumhole then slipped a finger inside.  Brad gasped and his
head snapped back. I felt around inside him as I added a second finger. He
slid his hips farther forward to accept my fingers. The location of his
lovespot was confirmed when Brad yelled "AAGGH!!!!" as my fingers played
over his prostate. I made a mental gps location in his body before removing
my fingers. I freed one leg strap and placed his foot to the side. He
opened his legs wider, sliding his ass as far forward in the chair as he
could. His love hole winked at me.  That was the signal I wanted for Phase
Three. I took the bluetooth toy from the table and coated that with oil,
then worked it slowly against his love ring. I was amazed to watch as he
took some deep breaths and pushed down on the toy. Miraculously his pucker
suddenly opened and appeared to grab the dildo to suck it inside. I had
never seen anything like it.  One second I was rubbing and pressing this
bulb against his back door, and the next his love chute attacked the dildo
like a giant squid swallowing a small whale. Now all I could see was the
pink antenna, and what a sight this was. The little pink wand jerked and
moved about as the toy settled into Brad's ass. I slid a finger inside to
help adjust it's postion against where I had marked his prostate. Brad
wimpered a little.  Perfect. I took my phone and activated the app for the
toy. I had already selected a favorite program that would start low and
slow, then gradually build to intense and prolonged vibrations inside him.
Once it reached those high frequency vibrations I knew load number 3 would
be close behind. I also knew that it would take over 45 minutes to reach
that higher level and 60 minutes to run through the entire program. That
gave me plenty of time to play with Brad's body. And so it was.

I went for the little, sensitive places that add to the appeal of young
boys. I started by kissing the dimpled cheeks of his face. His smile
accentuated the dimples.  It was natural to move my lips over his, and Brad
responded beautifully. We tangled tongues in and out, truly connecting our
souls as we swapped spit. I could smell, feel and see his sexual response
to me as we bonded: Cumpire and Donor. I think Brad could taste a remnant
of his cum of my tongue as we kissed. I was still amazed that he could be
so intimate in this way without seeing or hearing anything. I loved the
abject surrender and trust he displayed. I felt myself becoming totally
protective of him. Maybe that is what donors do so well. They give
themselves, but in the process seduce their guardians to protect them
always in all settings.  Lord help anybody at that high school that ever
tries to mess with Brad. I would squash them like a bug. But back to the
fun at hand. I resecured Brad's free leg and sat back to watch the toy work
inside his body. On my phone I could see the intensity level. Of course I
could also see Brad's physical reaction. His sexy body was feeling the
vibrations against his prostate and his hips were grinding and moving in a
fucking motion. Stunning. His cock began to harden again. I resumed tasting
his body, licking at his neck and nipples and armpits. I occasionally
gripped his cock for a few firm strokes or fondled his balls. Then I had a
change of mind.  I stood up and removed all my clothes. My tool was as hard
as when Brad first arrived. I rubbed it against his cheeks and he turned to
open his mouth and take me inside.  OMFG!!! This kid can suck too! The feel
of his mouth was a warm, moist, suction tube. This was no half-hearted
mouth job. He didn't just push my dick around inside. I could feel him
actually open his throat to take me as deeply as possible. The feel was
complimented by sudden gasps and gagging as the toy in his ass kicked into
higher gears. I had this boy going at both ends and loving every moment.
Pure heaven. Brad was moaning and whimpering around my stiff. I gently took
hold of his head and started fucking his mouth. I felt his saliva build and
begin to to drip from his mouth as he became slack-jawed with the
stimulation in his butt. I could hear the buzzing of the toy in his ass as
it reached the highest intensity and began to rise and fall, faster and
faster, then sustain the highest level for several minutes at a time.
"OOOOHHH!!!! NNNNNMMMMMNN!!!!" He couldn't say much with my peter filling
his mouth, but I knew what he feeling. I pulled out, not wanting to cum in
his mouth.  Brad's cock had returned to full mast and was again leaking
precum. He kept fucking his hips into the air, helpless as the toy
assaulted his love nut. I checked my phone and indeed the program was in
the final phase.  I knew Brad would barely make the full 60 minutes, and
that only because he had already dumped two wads. Time to take load #3. I
settled comfortably between the helpless, overcharged teen's legs and
licked around his balls, then up the shaft.  His cock was now pulsing
rapidly and the precum was a steady flow. I licked quickly like it was a
melting ice cream cone on a 100 degree day to make sure nothing was
wasted. "Oh fuck! Fuck me! Dammit! Gaaaaaawd!!!" I thought how I would fill
that request before the sun came up. But for now I would drink deeply. I
pulled his steel hard boner into my mouth and slowly swallowed to bury my
nose in his pubes. I went up and down a number of times until Brad went
rigid, hips off the chair, arms and legs pulling the straps tightly and his
seed once again filling my mouth. Damn this kid tastes great. The toy did
its work as Brad gave me another huge and sustained cumload. Awesome.

This time Brad's collapse was complete. His bottom lip quivered with
excitement and exhaustion. I released the straps. "I gotta piss. Jeez. I
can't move." It was clear he wasn't joking. With Brad's semen coursing
through my body I was already back to full strength and more. I saw the
playlist had finished, probably sometime during the third round with Brad
too sexualized to even comment. I removed the headphones and the
goggles. His green eyes were unfocused.  I picked up the limp boy and
carried him into the bathroom. Standing him up in front of the toilet I
held his naked body to mine and took hold of his (finally!) flaccid cock to
aim it at the bowl. Still semi-concious Brad let go and his piss arced into
the water. What a nice sound. I could feel the urine streaming through his
tube. Also a delight. As we stood there I was intoxicated. This boy filled
my senses; the smell of his hair and body, the heat radiating from him, the
sound of his deep breathing, the feel of his smooth skin, and most
importantly the taste of his cum.

I carried Brad back into the room and decided it was time to put him in the
bed. I was going to pump out cumload #4 the traditional way, by fucking his
young ass until he came again. I knew this would be a long fuck and looked
forward to the feel of his love tunnel milking my shaft. I placed the
straps on his wrists and ankles again, attaching them to anchors at the
corners of the bed. Brad's eyes were closed for the most part, but now he
opened them again and looked at me. "Guardian, may I please have the music
again, but not the goggles? I want to watch your face as you take me."

"Of course beautiful boy. This Guardian wants to please you as much as you
want to please me. What kind of music this time?", I asked.

"Some EDM trance, please. You have some dj tiesto and stuff like that." I
placed the device in his hand and he easily manipulated it to find the
right playlist. I put the headphones back over his ears, but left the
goggles on the table.  Brad favored me with that dazzling smile again. He
was now spread eagle on the bed. I slipped a pillow under his ass to raise
it. The toy was still in his ass and I manually set it to fullpower. Brad's
mouth opened in a silent scream and his body involuntarily convulsed like
he was having an epileptic seizure. It was exciting to watch his cock and
balls flopping around as his body jerked. I oiled my own raging boner as I
stood watching this erotic spectacle. Turning off the device I took hold of
the antennae and pulled the toy from his ass. There was a loud 'pop' as it
exited his ass. His hole was gaping wide, but still flexing as if trying to
close without being able to. I was sure Brad was still feeling aftershocks
of the massive vibrations in his prostate. I got on my knees, positioned my
head at the gates and slowly thrust inside in one long steady
motion. Brad's breathing became even more rapid if that was possible and he
stared into my eyes as I filled his body. FInally I was buried balls
deep. "Yes. Fuck me master. Make me cum with your dick." I wasn't sure
whether I wanted to cry, yell or sing to describe my pleasure with this
boy.  I must personally thank his father and former guardian for the
obviously excellent training they had given Brad. But deep down I knew it
was even more than that. Brad was a natural and I knew his responses were
more than just training. He loves sex. And I'm the lucky bastard who gets
to give it to him from now on. I took hold of his hips and began a slow
steady fuck. The boy's ass was satin around my prong. The song "Slip
Sliddin' Away" came to mind. Strange I know, but an apt description of what
was happening. With each thrust I made sure to grind on his g-spot. His
penis rose from the dead to resume a full erection. I bent forward to lick
each exposed armpit and nibble at the little patches of hair as I
maintained my motion inside him. Brad was moaning nonstop as we made
love. Watching his body as I impaled him was a pure display of artwork. He
writhed and squirmed beneath me, flexing his legs against the straps to
take me inside him as fully as his ass took the toy earlier. It was like
the beautiful sculptures of the youthful male form come to life. Mentally I
realized I had not felt this poetic with my usual conquests. I knew it
wasn't going to be long before I was filling his ass with my seed. I had
pulled my rolling table of sex toys within reach before getting on the
bed. Now I reached for the most common, simple, and brilliant of sex
devices for a cumpire. I held it up for Brad to see. He got a confused look
on his face. "A condom? Why? You're already inside me." Oh what a sweet
boy.

"This is because I do not want to waste a single drop of your precious
fluids.", I answered. I could not help but smile.

"Cool.", was his reply along with another brilliant smile and sparkling
eyes. His easy acceptance drove another spike into the rail linking us
together.  I opened the packet. Brad had begun leaking precum again and I
rubbed it all around his head and shaft, jerking his cock to the point it
was throbbing again. Placing the rubber on his head I unrolled it to cover
the whole penis, leaving plenty of room at the end to capture everything
that flowed from his awesome schlong. I licked the precum from my palm and
fingers after stroking him. It occurred to me some extra stimulation would
add to his sensory overload and increase the volume of his cum. From my
table I picked up a neural stimulator. It was simply a box with wires
leading to electrodes that delivered little shocks and a control to adjust
intensity. I clipped the electrodes to both of Brad's nipples, then turned
on the device. Slowly I raised the level.  Brad's eyes went wide as I did
this. "Oh!"

"Tell me when the level is right for you." I kept raising the level a step
at a time. WIth each shock Brad's eyes seemed to get wider and his ass
clenched down on my hardon.

"There. Please." Yes indeed. My little cumdonor was taking the shocks at
the 60% level. Very impressive for a first timer. I continued to feel his
body jerk and his ass squeeze with each pulse. I resumed fucking. Brad's
dreamy eyes went somewhere only he knew, rolling back into his head as the
sensations overwhelmed him. We kept at it for maybe another 20-30 minutes
before I heard, "Ooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!" His body set off into
another series of spasms, his sperm filling the condom, his ass clenching
my dick tightly and drawing my cum from deep within my balls.  When he
finally settled with my dick still inside him, I carefully stripped the
condom from his stiff and put the open end into my mouth to suck out the
life-giving cum.  Cumload #4 tasted just as sweet as load #1.

I remembered Brad's text saying he could cum up to seven times a day. I
started doing some mental math to figure out where we were in our
feast. One day to me was 24 hours or basically Brad cumming once every
three hours or so on average. Tonight in only about two and a half hours I
had already swallowed four cumloads and deposited one in his ass. Maybe I
should count it as 4.5 given the leakage he spilled in the jock. Gawd he is
hot. At this rate I could try to milk 38 or more loads out of Brad and cum
ten times myself in 24 hours. I would barely survive. He wouldn't live. I
figured it was reasonable to go for one more right now, then let us both
rest and recharge. After all it was early Saturday morning and I had this
awesome donor from now until sometime Sunday afternoon or early evening. I
would need to let him rest a long time before school Monday.

I slowly pulled out of Brad's ass and placed a special butt plug into his
orifice. It slid in easily with the mixture of cum and lube, but this plug
had flanges that would seal even the best fucked ass to keep the juices
inside. I left him laying spread eagle displayed to my viewing pleasure
while I went to pull out a special setup. I had not planned on this
originally, but Brad was primed for expert milking. I opened the closet and
brought out my massage table. Like most normal massage tables it had a
cushion to rest the face and torso. However it also had arm and leg
extensions which could be moved to varied positions, and an opening to let
a boy's genitalia hang free. Beneath the table was a smaller shelf where I
could place a bowl to collect the sperm dripping from a cock as the male
was massaged. In my case I substituted a wine glass instead of a bowl. My
tastes are rather refined, hehe. I adjusted the cameras to capture every
angle of the table. One camera was dedicated to the drooling penis I
anticipated hanging below the table. Next I moved to release Brad from the
bed. He was putty in my arms. I carried him over to the table and laid him
face down. Everything was in position. I connected his straps to the ends
of the arm and leg extensions and spread his legs. After making sure the
wine glass was directly below Brad's cock I stood back up and moved between
his outstretched legs. I fondled his exposed crotch. Brad groaned softly,
not having much energy left. I removed the butt plug and sucked it
clean. Setting it back on the toy table I began groping and massaging his
teen bubble butt. Once again his hole gaped and winked and mesmerized
me. My cream began to trickle out of his orifice, down his taint and over
his silken ballsac. He moved his ass in little circles as I groped him. I
took hold of his small globes in each hand, spread the cheeks wide and
licked from his balls up to his honeypot. Brad's groans became a little
louder and longer. I lapped and sucked on his hole, releasing his butt
cheeks to hold my face as I assaulted his bunghole and ate my own
jizz. Brad was once again bucking his butt up again my mouth. Heaven. My
hands resumed working between his legs pulling, twisting, stroking, and
groping his young jewels. To his credit, and my admiration, his prick began
to get stiff once again. My face was undoubtedly shining with my juices,
the oil and Brad's now copious sweat. I pulled away from his sweet hole and
see that his precum was leaking into the wine glass and starting to
gather. I leaned in to suckle his nuts for a few minutes. What else could I
possibly do with this boy? I wanted another load. One night cap. One last
call. I worked my fingers into his hole once again working his love button
with a steady determination. Brad's groans were now loud and clear. I chose
one more toy. My light saber. It was a neon blue, long, curved, knobby
vibrator. I worked it easily into his wide open hole, twisting it into his
prostate and then turning it on. It turned Brad on as well. I sat back to
watch and soon he was dripping a continous flow of cum into the wine
glass. I walked around in front of him and placed my hard cock into his
mouth. For as little energy as he had Brad still gave me world class
head. His mouth broke contact as the vibe in his ass took him once more
into nirvana. I pulled out of his mouth and just watched the delightful
reactions in his body. Finally Brad was beginning to hunch up with every
muscle contracting in spasms, so intense was his orgasm. I went back to
deactivate the toy and pull it slowly from Brad's ass.  Fucking gorgeous. I
released him and removed all the straps. He did not move. Clearly he had
given his all and there was nothing left for the moment. I took the glass
under the table and admired the creamy white fluid inside. I drank and
savored the taste of Brad's teen cum. My power was not only rejuvenated: I
was feeling like a twink myself so filled was I with this teen's baby
makers. I knew we had reached a natural breaking point. Brad was sound
asleep. Carrying him into my bedroom I pulled back the cover and sheet
while holding his body to mine with one hand, gently laying him out on the
bed. I covered him with the sheet and sat on the edge of the bed admiring
his sleeping form.

I could see the first faint rays of light illuminating my frosted windows.
This kid was exactly who I needed. Brad had cum five times in only about
three hours. Seven cums a day was soon to be his old record.  I figured by
the end of this weekend I would probably need either to carry him home or
call his dad to pick him up since he would be too drained to walk, let
alone ride his skateboard. I chuckled at the thought. Then a thought
occurred to me. Brad was 16. He must have a phone. I checked his pants and
sure enough there it was. It was locked, but I had no problem pressing his
thumb against the sensor to unlock the phone. I opened his phone faves and
found his dad's number. I clicked the link.

"Hey sport. How are things going?" The voice sounded mature but light. I
guessed him to be in his late 30's or very early 40's.

"Hello. My name is David. I am Brad's new Guardian. He is sleeping right
now. However I am awake, magnificently alive and feeling the life force
your son has fed me. I called to thank you. You have raised a fine donor. I
will never give him anything but my best." We talked for awhile. Brad's dad
wanted to know what he had done for me and what I planned for him. I asked
questions about the father's own donor activities. Then we agreed on
arrangements for getting Brad back home Sunday. After hanging up I went
back to the beautful boy sleeping peacefullly in my bed. I slid under the
covers next to him, not resisting the chance to run my hands over his naked
silken body once again. Aloud I said, "Thank you Priapus."



P.S. Thank you for your patience. This chapter took longer than I had
planned, but I hope it was worth the wait. Some have asked about what
happened to the other characters, particularly Tommy. This series is not
meant to be in chronological order, but rather the recollections of the
cumpire. There will be more about Tommy later and more recollections of
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