Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2017 01:10:13 +0000
From: Qwik Lub <Qwiklub@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cumpire - Miguel

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I am a Cumpire. Like my vampire cousins I need to feed on a regular basis
to feel alive. My particular taste is for pubescent males who can produce
copious amounts of cum to keep me alive and young. I love feasting on
street kids; throwaways, runaways, gay or straight or bi or clueless it
doesn't matter.  My preferred hunting time is early evening in the extremes
of weather. If it is too hot, or better yet too cold, I find young boys are
willing to trade their bodies for shelter and food. I am totally honest
with my prey about my hunger. So it is a special feast when they accept my
advances. I lived in a brownstone in the city where I could walk to the
mass transit points where my victims would be waiting.  The bus depot was a
favorite spot since the boys that used it were typically on their last
dime.

That's where I found Miguel. I was drawn to him from across the terminal
because he was just that beautiful. Long, slender body dressed in tight,
thin clothing completely unsuited for the blizzard descending on the
city. He had a backpack in one hand, but I guessed if he put on every piece
of clothing he had with him it wouldn't equal a fleece jacket. He needed my
help. Looking around the terminal I saw that none of my social service or
police nemeses had taken notice of my prey yet. It was always a race
between us as to who would get the newbies first. I quickly crossed the
floor and zeroed in on Miguel like a hawk hunting a rabbit. Of course to
the casual observer I looked like I was going to pickup up a family
member. He caught my approach just as I arrived. His look was surprisingly
welcoming.

"Hello beautiful. You look like you could use some hospitality."  He looked
back at me silently as if unsure what to say.  He had beautiful deep brown
eyes with huge irises. I could easily fall into those orbs. His hair was
jet black and silky, falling to shoulder length. He had that faint fuzzy
moustache which so turns me on. Gazing over his body he was proportioned in
that long, lanky, early adolescent way with thin long arms, long shapely
legs and a long neck. His body tapered into a very narrow vee shape from
his shoulders to his waist, then slightly out again to firm hips.  "My name
is Dave. What's yours?"

"Miguel." He actually blushed as he said it. I was intrigued.

"Embarassed to say your name? It's ok.  I have never seen you before. And I
do not plan on telling your parents or anyone else that we've met." He
looked at me and his eyes got slightly wider, if that was possible. "I took
another step toward him and whispered, "There is a blizzard about to drop
2+ feet of snow on this city. Maybe more according to some forecasts. I am
here to offer you a place to stay and wait out the storm. You will have
food and warmth, games and videos and you'll be safe."

"What do I have to do for you?" Miguel looked me square in the eyes and I
had to admire his bravery.

I leaned in close to his ear and whispered in my best Barry White voice,
"Let me taste every part of your body and drink every single drop of your
cum." I could hear Miguel's breathing accelerate with excitement.  Ladies
and gentlemen, we have contact!

"umm... I... umm, I never... I mean you can do whatever... but... please...
If you want to... ya know... fuck me... please... I... I don't want to
get... sick... ya know?"  Holy Shit! What a sweet and cute little boy. I
wondered if he was a virgin. Even in this desparate situation he was still
being good, trying to apply what he learned in some health class and avoid
picking up any STIs.  Well done young one.

I leaned in again. "Baby I promise you won't leave me with anything more
than you brought except a little money, maybe some new clothes, and
memories." While I had saved enough for retirement to fund my daily living
and feed my boys, I wasn't rich enough to shower them with cash for my
predilections.  That's why I used the weather as my wing man.  Miguel gave
a short nod. "Come with me.", I said.  We walked out of the terminal into
the snow. Already several inches had accumulated and Miguel looked up at me
with a lovely smile.  We both knew he had made the right choice. Soon we
had made it back to my townhouse.  Just inside the foyer I began
introducing Miguel to my rules. "Welcome to my home. You are here to feed
me cum. This is how I stay alive. You will be naked, or wear only what I
allow from now until you leave. You may leave at anytime you choose, but
while you stay here you are mine and will obey me without hesistation.
Understand?" Miguel watched my face carefully as I spoke. Then the corner
of his mouth turned up and his eyes sparkled.

"Just like my swim coach." Miguel favored me with a brilliant smile. My
erection was immediate. I moved in close and ran my hands up under his
shirt and along his ribs, lifting the shirt over his head. I traced my
fingers all over his torso, feeling the delicate definition of his youthful
body. I licked his neck, following his muscles with the tip of my
tongue. Miguel moaned.

"Tell me about your coach, and why you were on the street tonight." My
hands worked open his skinny jeans and began groping the basket of his
tight briefs. Miguel was already hard as steel.

"I used to help coach cleanup after swim team practice. All my teammates
would get rides or shower and leave right after practice. I could walk home
so I didn't have to worry about getting a ride. I stayed after and
collected the equipment and towels and put everything away before taking my
shower." Miguel explained that the showers were like most locker rooms
where there were individual stalls with a curtained area to change and then
the shower itself. "One day we were the last two at the gym like always.
When I was in the shower Coach walked in on me. He was already naked. Coach
didn't say anything because there was a janitor somewhere around too. He
almost caught us one time, but we stayed quiet. Coach liked to wash and
feel me all over with soap, finger my hole and rinse me clean. Then he
would get on his knees and eat my ass. He would finish by turning me around
and sucking my cock.  Coach always ate all of my cum. He told me how much
he loved my taste. It was great. I enjoyed it so much I started doing it
with him after every practice." By this time I was on my knees helping
Miguel step out of his sneakers and jeans.  My face was rubbing his
cloth-covered hardon. The smell was heaven. His hands ran through my hair.
"I loved sex so much I wanted more, and after school one day I brought my
best friend home and talked him into letting me suck his dick. That was the
day my dad came home early, caught us, and threw me out of the house. I was
trying to figure out what to do and where to go when you found me." I
looked up into Miguel's beautiful, full brown eyes, hooked my fingers into
the waistband of his briefs and freed his magnificent jewels.  He was a
young boy alright. About 5.5" of nicely thick uncut cock, about 3-4" around
I estimated. The head was larger than the shaft and the foreskin was tight
exposing only about half the rose colored head.  His balls hung neatly in a
silky smooth scrotum. He had a small, neat patch of black pubic hair above
his dick. I dove in greedily.  Miguel groaned. His fingers tightened in my
hair.  His taste was exquisite. He began pumping my mouth faster and I was
vaguely aware that we hadn't gotten past the front door. I put my hands on
his hips and pushed him away from my mouth.  Miguel groaned softly as his
cock cleared my mouth. I made a great show of wiping my mouth with the back
of my hand.

"Your coach was a lucky man, and so am I."  I took Miguel by his hardon and
led him upstairs to my bedroom. He giggled at being pulled this way as we
walked.  "Did your coach ever fuck you?" Miguel shook his head no. A look
passed over his face, and it seemed he suddenly realized he lost something
special by not being able to get fully satisfied by his coach. "Maybe we
can work on that too while you're here." I winked at Miguel and patted his
beautiful bare butt.  I dropped to my knees and resumed nursing his lovely
young prick. I heard rather than saw his mouth open and his gasping breaths
as I engulfed his rod. I soon tasted delicious precum. I was thrilled and
amazed how easy this boy was. As I said before, I take all boys, but
getting an admittedly gay boy who is into older men and already had a
little experience was like winning the cumpire lottery. I knew I was gonna
drain this boy dry and keep going. I also knew he would probably match me
blow-for-blow, forgive the pun. Maybe if I fed him my cum as I drained his
he would also become a cumpire. I read that's how it works for our
blood-sucking cousins.  I would certainly enjoy testing that theory. I
pulled back and stared at his rampant teen sex. Unconciously my tongue
passed over my lips. Miguel was staring at my face the whole time, no doubt
wondering where my mind had gone. As I looked up and focused I realized we
had made it into the shower somehow, and he was holding the bottle of bath
gel. I held out a hand. He pumped a good amount of gel into my palm and
then turned around to put the bottle on the shelf. Miguel bent forward and
grabbing both cheeks presented me his rosy boy pussy. No words were
necessary. I started working the gel into his fuck hole and soon found his
prostate.  Miguel groaned as I fingered him with one, then two, then three
fingers up his slick chute. It wasn't easy working my fingers into this
virgin ass. But Miguel proved a real trooper, never asking me to stop, but
somehow finding a way to open up even more for my invading fingers.  I was
going to fuck this boy and soon. However being a cumeating immortal I had
learned patience and priorities.  I needed to feast.  I turned Miguel
around to face me, his hard cock at eye level. Reaching up between his legs
I worked my fingers back into his ass and swallowed him to the pubes.
Miguel was moaning and trying to keep from crying out loud like he was
still in the lockerroom shower. Here his noises wouldn't be anything more
than music to my ears.

I bobbed up and down for a few more minutes, then slid back until only the
head was in my mouth. My tongue danced all over his head with hummingbird
licks at the vee, gentle probes of his piss slit, and broad swipes over the
glans. His foreskin finally rolled back behind the head as it swelled even
larger. "Unh, unh, unh."  Miguel was way past words as I gave him expert
head.  My reward was a generous flood of sperm coating my tastebuds as
Miguel erupted. Oh what a feast! I felt years melting away as the thick
jizz flowed into my body and filled me with life. I never released his
pulsing cock while he filled my mouth and throat. Miguel all but collapsed
over me as I continued to eat his load and suck his dick. I especially love
post-orgasmic sucking as cocks are so sensitive after cumming. I find this
especially true for uncut dicks.  Miguel was no exception and he began
groaning loudly as I continued to overstimulate his still hard cock. I
placed both hands on his hips to hold him up as I continued to feed.
Finally his hands found my shoulders and he could at last steady himself.
At that point I shifted my hands to his narrow teen ass. Damn did that
smooth butt feel good in my hands. I had plans for that ass.

Eventually I stood up and rinsed his lithe, satin smooth body. Miguel was
absolute putty in my hands. Most of the time he hugged me tightly pausing
only to kiss me as I caressed his body.  "Thank you. This is hot and I want
to be your boy. You're my new coach. I hope I can give you as much cum as
you want."

"It's very cold outside, but very hot in here. We will see how much cum you
can feed me. We have all the time in the world."