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I woke up in bed and stretched comfortably. Stretched my hand out to find my new wife (our first day back home since our honeymoon) and hit an empty bed. Irene wasn't in the bed and I sat up, wondering. "Irene?" I called out.
"In here!" came her voice from the bathroom. She walked out and was ready to go to the office. "I was going to let you sleep in."
"Oh," I said, leaning back and smiling. "So, no chance of some morning nookie?"
"You didn't get enough in the last six days?" She attempted a wry smile, only managing to bring out her facial wrinkles a bit more.
"I never get enough, you know that," I grinned. "It's what you love about me." I was twenty-two, Irene was thirty-four and I was a "sugar baby," bought and paid for. We were married, but her high-level corporate job was more than enough for both of us to live on; the deal was that I keep the house, cook the meals (I'm no chef, but can fix simple meals) and look after her kid when he's out of school and she pays all the bills. Just your normal, American marriage, only the genders were reversed.
That's fair, isn't it? Irene couldn't have any more children and I wasn't in the market for kids and wouldn't be until I was about her age, if then. Irene wasn't foolish, there was a pre-nup, but I would get a percentage of her estate for the period we were married, so stick with her for at least five years and it would be easy street for little Jesse Daniels. Me, that is.
Irene would be getting her money's worth; heck, I was a hot piece of male ass, if I say so myself. I look somcwhat like the actor Austin Butler in the face, with a prominent, chiseled jawline that can appear both boyish and mature, giving me the look of a classic Hollywood actor with a modern style.
I stand six feet five inches tall and my head hair is a sunny-light brown, nearly blonde, in color. My high cheekbones give my cheeks hollows as they move and make my looks expressive but sculpted and even dramatic at need. My nose is straight and small with a delicate bridge that makes my face almost pretty, my eyes are a translucent, vivid blue, deep-set under a heavy brow which, with an upturned arching move, can turn my gaze to warm and expressive or by dropping down become cool and distant. My full lips beg to be kissed when I pout them right. My skin tone is clean and bright, a nearly porcelain tone.
My body is the result of years of working out in my teen and college years and I am a powerhouse as a result. I had a colossal, powerful chest and biceps that were massive in size, large, well-filled pectorals, bulging arms, powerful legs, and a shredded, chiseled abdomen. My cock was a solid ten inches when hard; uncut, unveined, and beautiful with the foreskin covering all of my glans but the very tip, which peered out with the air of a timid turtle.
I had posed naked for art classes in college, both for canvas and for sculpture, but none of the students could capture my unique beauty, try as they might. I was unique in my body beauty, I knew it and was determined to ring the bells on that cash register while I could. Marrying Irene with her money was just one step on my rise to success. My marriage contract would expire on its fifth anniversary but, in the meantime, I planned to be as kind and affectionate as I could be. She wouldn't regret buying my love.
Irene gave me a good-bye kiss and walked out; I heard the car back out of the garage and speed away. I sighed and drifted back off to sleep. After a six-day-and-five-night sex marathon, I was feeling pretty fucked out. Not that I couldn't get it up again, but I could wait until night.
I was just drifting off to sleep when I felt a heavy weight land on my stomach and I awoke with a "glmph!" of expelled air. "What the hell?"
I was looking at a diminutive vampire, black clothing with a red half-cape, grinning down at me. "I'm going to suck your blood, mwah-hahhah-hah-hah-hah-hah!"
Anyone with a young kid knows who it was, Vince, Irene's son, who was supposed to be in school. He had black hair and blue eyes, a cherubic face and a slim body and limbs; he was all energy and eager grin, a bundle of cute vitality and clever trouble in equal amounts.
"Uhhhhhhhh, Vince!" I grunted, trying to sound more asleep than I was. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in school today?"
Halloween was still six days away, but Irene was the kind of mother who could afford to give her son the best in life; he had probably gotten it while we were on our honeymoon via his indulgent grandparents.
"Nu-uh, school's closed today for a special meeting of some kind," Vince explained. "Prepare to be gobbled up!"
Being good to Irene meant being good to Vince, I knew that, so I grinned and said, "All right, Draculittle, see if you can give me a hickey or something."
Instead of chomping down on my neck, Vince yanked the sheet down and began to go "nom-nom-nom-nom" on my chest. He wasn't biting me, just pretending to do so, so I began to make pretend-yelps like I was getting actively eaten by a monster. Vince had been fascinated by my muscles, so I wasn't surprised by this turn of events, a chance to crawl all over my bare upper chest.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH, OHHHHHH, AGGGGGGHHHH!" I yelled as Vince "nommed" and giggled. His lips actually felt pretty good, I had slept all night (Irene and I had been wiped out by the flight and hadn't made love since before the flight) and those soft petal lips were giving me a bad case of
morning wood. I decided to ignore it, Vince was innocent and just playing as he "nommed" down my ribcage and over my abdominals. Vince was just a kid; he wouldn't go so far as to...
"YAWP!" I yelped and this one was for real, Vince had yanked the sheet again and now I was naked down to my knees, my prong was standing tall and bare to the air and sight, waving proud and free. I tried to grab my prick with my hands to cover it, but Vince was in the way.
"Wow, Jesse, you have a really big wiener, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do, now leave it alone and...."
"I'm going to suck your blood!" Vince declared and the little scamp started "nom-nomming" on my pecker!
"Vince, Vince, you can't...you can't...ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh-hahhhhhhhh!" I sighed. Shit, that felt so good! Irene wasn't a bad lay but she didn't want to do anything but the old in-and-out, get on top of her, stick it in and get pumping, get her off and get off. No oral, only some kissing and stroking for foreplay, not bad exactly but not really imaginative. I had been with her for four months before the wedding and was already getting bored with it. So a friendly pair of lips, even from a young boy, was more than welcome!
"Nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom!" Vince got his whole mouth around it, he was circling the shaft, then he rose up to the top and saw the pearl of precome resting there. "What's that, Jesse?"
"Oh, that's..." I pondered what to tell him, "that's a magic liquid, Vince, it'll give you magic powers if you lick it off." Okay, I'm a shit, but you get a boy licking your cock and see what you do!
Vince lapped my glans like a happy puppy and I moaned. "Ohhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh!" Vince smacked his lips. "Tastes nice, but I don't feel magical."
I was breathing heavy by this time. "That's because you haven't gotten enough of the magic liquid, lick and suck on my peter some more and it'll give you more," I said craftily.
Vince bent to suck on my prick and I gave him more instructions, little by little, and soon he was bobbing up and down on my wanker with the practiced ease of a cocksucker and the endless energy of a little boy fresh from his morning sleep.
"Uhhhhh, mmmmmm, ahhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, ahhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhh!" I groaned as he worked away at it. "Ohhhhhh, that's nice, that's so really nice!" I moaned.
Vince rose up and said, "I get a little bit of the magic juice, but not very much. Am I doing it right?"
"Oh, yeah, you're doing it right, Vince, but you have to keep working and working it as fast as you can," I gasped. "You've almost got it finished, just a little more and you'll see the magic happen."
"Okay," he dove back down and began to milk my pud with a frenzy that I hadn't thought such a little fellow would be capable of.
I moaned and gasped and shivered, "Uh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h, that's it, Vince, you're doing it now, keep it up, keep going, keep doing it, that's right, that's got it, that's doing it. You got it, you've...got...it....AHHHHHHH, AH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I sprayed one of my massive come-loads right into Vince's hot little mouth and he gasped and choked, then began to gulp greedily at the heavy flood. A big glob of the spunk fell down onto my pubic hair but when I finished, shuddering, Vince sucked my prong bone dry and then licked his lips.
I was expecting him to ask about the magic but he surprised me. "Wow, Jesse, you were right, that was magical. Can I do it again?"
I was panting hard, still, but I rallied enough to gasp out, "No, not yet, I'm worn out with the magic, hooh!" I gulped hard, gasped and continued, "But give me a few hours and you can do it again, okay?"
"Yeah, okay. Are you going to sleep all day?"
I wiped my face of sweat with a corner of the pillow case (it was really too big for the pillow, meant for a longer pillow size) and said, "Yeah, I'm getting up in just a minute more. Have you had breakfast?"
"Uh-huh! But hurry up, I want to play a game or something." Vince bounced out of the room and I marveled at what I had just discovered about my new stepson.
I showered, dressed in a tank-top and loose shorts (nothing else, I enjoy going commando) and went to the kitchen to make my breakfast. As I was sitting down at the table with my scrambled eggs, toast and bacon, Vince came in sans mask and said, "Hi, Jesse."
"Hey, kid," I said. "Let me finish eating and we can play some games. "Anything you want to play later? Other than another game of 'Vampire,' that is."
Vince giggled. "I like 'Vampire,' but okay." I got him to play a game with a ball out in the back yard, he had a softball mitt for his size of hand and we tossed the ball and he practiced throwing; he threw the ball atrociously and I did the same to give him a workout, so it took quite a while of run-after-and-fetch. I got as much of a workout as he did. That killed about an hour, so I took him inside, gave him a cool water and one for myself; we drank it and played a board game on the living room coffee table; me on the couch leaning forward, Vince kneeling on the carpet across from me. Irene
had a lot of board games, I had learned, she was an aficionado of them. Vince loved Chutes & Ladders, which is all chance, and he won the game easily, thanks to some bad die rolls by me.
Done, I pretended to mourn losing and asked, "Well, you beat me fair and square, want to play best two out of three?"
"Nah, I got a better game to play," Vince offered.
"Okay, what's that?"
Next thing I knew, Vince was pushing me back onto the couch, saying, "Mwah-hah-hah-hah-hah! I have you in my power, foolish mortal!" he cackled.
I did a quick double-take, then recovered. "Oh, no, not my wiener, Dracula, please don't take my wiener, please, not that, no!" I pleaded.
"I'm going to get you, Jesse! I vant to suck your veener!" he intoned in a mock-Dracula voice.
"Mwah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah!" Vince advanced on me and I leaned back onto the couch in pretend-fear and Vince tugged on my shorts, which were loose on me, just the elastic held them on me, and I lifted my hips just enough to let him skin them down to my lower thighs. His hand caught my cock and he scarfed it down eagerly. I lay back as he went to town, bobbing with a frantic and ceaseless energy. One thing about kids as lovers, they never run out of steam on you, a short rest and they are ready to get up and go full steam all over again.
Vince did stop to catch his breath and he said, "You'll never escape me,for I am immortal! Mwah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah!"
"That's...not entirely true," I told him, an inspiration rising as I looked at him, wearing only a t-shirt and loose shorts, his feet bare (both of us sneakers and socks were left at the door; Irene was a "no shoes inside" person). "And I am going to defeat you now before you suck me dry."
Vince raised off my dick. "How?" he wiped his lips on the back of his forearm.
"Go upstairs and get me the blue-and-white tube of lotion you will find on my nightstand and I'll show you," I said.
Intrigued, Vince obliged and fetched my tube of Surgi-Lube, which I used with Irene to help her take my fat pud, and I greased up my pecker.
Vince watched me with interest. "What are you going to do?" he asked me.
"There's only one way to get rid of a vampire," I explained as I finished and wiped my hands on my tank-top. "Now, take off your shorts and lie back on the couch."
He obeyed and I crawled on top of him and got in position with my prick ready to poke his asshole.. "What you have to do is..." I touched my prod to his sphincter and as I finished, I shoved it into his young rectum, "stab him with a stake."
"Huh-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he gasped out, but the Surgi-lube had done its miracle of lubrication, he was skewered but not hurt by it. I didn't push into him real fast, just fast enough to make my point. Literally!
"Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Vince gibbered as I squirmed my prong in deeper. "That feels...wonderful!"
"Yeah, piercing a vampire with a stake turns them back into a human being," I told him, blatantly lying, of course, but it wasn't the first one I had told today. "Only trick is, I have to fill you with my magic liquid to do it. So let me get busy and I'll fix you up right." I began to move my hips to slide my dong in and out of his quivering buttocks.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh!" he moaned as I moved. "How come that feels so good, Jesse?"
"Two reasons," I told him as I worked away, pumping on his butt. "First one, you have a little gland inside there that really loves being rubbed on, and it's connected to your peter so it does the same thing when it's stroked."
"Ohhhhh!" Vince sighed. "Uhhhhhhh, mmmmm, uhhhhhhhh! What's the, ahhhhhhhh, other reason?"
"That I got ten inches of fat, hard cock and I'm giving you as much of it as you can handle," I concluded and sped up my strokes.
Vince's eyes widened to become "saucers" and he moaned out a long, increasing volume moan of "OoooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" as the thrusts of my prick delighted his senses.
"Hs-hs-hs-hs-hs-hs-hs-hs-hs-hs-hs-hs-hs!" I hissed through my teeth as my breathing increased beyond the capacity of my nostrils. Damn, this little asshole was tight, far tighter than Irene's looser cunt, for sure. That woman had many lovers before me to have such a loose hole between her legs; my
flute was playing in a cathedral, even if her entrance was constricted, maybe by plastic surgery. I got past that first flap of flesh and it was like my cock could crow and it echoed. Not with Vince, it was tight all the way in and out, I was getting full-on milked by that sweet rectum. Ohhhhhh, man! I was
getting downright addicted to the feel of it! Why fuck women when the world was full of tight-butted boys?
I began to buck-fuck the sweet boy, rocking him as I thrust into him, the couch was letting me move his body and mine in wave-like motions.
"Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh!" I grunted as my desire rose in me a lot faster than I had expected it would. I felt like a virgin having his first time in bed!
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Jesse, oh, oh, oh!" Vince groaned. "I'm, I'm, I'm, tingling, tingling, it's, it's, it, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Vince stopped moaning but I wasn't done and Vince gasped and shivered and then he found that he wasn't done after all; he started groaning for real, he moaned out an orgasmic warble worthy of a grown-up, "OH-OH-OH-OHOH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHH! AHHH! AH! AH! Ah! Ah! Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
He slumped but I was in my own climactic crescendo and I pounded his ass like I was tenderizing meat with a meat hammer! "AHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHHH-AHHHHH-AHAH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I filled that sweet, tight butt with a huge, heavy load and Vince groaned as he felt the salty, stinging spunk spurting into his bowels; he moaned and clutched at me as I slumped onto him in my weakness as I shot the last few wads into him. I finished and managed to land on my forearms, holding my weight above him mostly, and my nose bumped his and he grinned at me as I sweated, looked at him blearily as my desire blurred my vision.
"Oh, oh, oh, Vince," I breathed.
"That was magical," Vince told me. "I'm now a little boy, not a vampire any longer?"
"Yep, a little boy again. Of course, you'll need booster shots."
"Booster shots?"
"Yep, every day or so, or you'll turn into a vampire again."
"Oh. But I like being a vampire sometimes."
"Sometimes is okay. I've got my stake ready for when that happens."
"I know I'll be a vampire by the time school ends," he predicted. "Want to play some more Chutes & Ladders?"
"Okay."
When Irene came home that night, I had a nice dinner laid out for her as she had called when she was ready to start for home. Vince came out in his vampire costume and she admired him in it. "Did you two have fun today, honey?" she asked her son.
"Oh, yeah, Jesse is a terrific guy, we played Vampire and other games," Vince told her.
"Played Vampire?" Irene looked at me.
"That's right," I nodded. "Vince is my little vampire. And I wouldn't have him any other way."
THE END
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