The story is FANTASY and involves adults,teens, sexual situations, and unprotected sex.
I DO NOT LIKE RUBBERS ANY MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU MUST WEAR THEM WHEN HAVING ANAL SEX.
DO NOT GET FUCKED Without a rubber on the guy fucking you or YOU probably WILL DIE!
The names have been changed but the story line Mostly happened.
If you are not 18 DON'T LET YOUR PARENTS Catch you or if it is illegal to read it, Get the Stupid Laws changed!
There is NOTHING WRONG with you being queer, or gay or bi or lesbian or trans gendered. IGNORE the assholes that tell you that its wrong. What's wrong is NOT living your life the way YOU feel led to as long as you try your best never to hurt anyone in the process.
Remember, I love all of you and you have a friend, if you need. Mark
He Lurks in Dark Shadows (A/Y)(Celebrity)
My name is David Collins. I live in the big house at Collinwood. Collinsport, Me is the town that my family owns, or should own. But the people there have no idea what amazing things happen at Collinwood.
When I was a young boy, I was very ill all the time. It seemed that no matter what the doctors and tutors did, even Victoria Winters, I was always sickly and weak. Then I turned 12 and my condition seemed to take a turn for the worse.
I was bed ridden for weeks at a time. I hardly had the strength to get out of bed to go to the bathroom to piss. The family always took the time to check in on me, even my benighted father, Roger Collins. But the two visitors I enjoyed most were my cousin Barnabas Collins and his servant, Willie Loomis.
Barnabas had moved into the "Old House" on the estate some time ago. He was a distant cousin from England, who had shown up on our doorstep about 2 years ago. His servant Willie Loomis had been a drifter, staying here at the estate sometimes, sometimes at the Collinsport Inn. He had gone to work for cousin Barnabas and seemingly over night, he had transformed from a drifting trouble maker into a well mannered servant. I had always liked Willie. He was handsome and not that much older than me (well ok he was in his mid twenties) and he seemed to think very highly of me.
On one of Barnabas' visits to me he had looked especially worried about me.
"David," he had said, "You're very weak. Why won't you eat anything?"
"Because it doesn't taste right." Our housekeeper was notorious for making meals that were less than wonderful, but lately food had tasted even more unpalatable.
Barnabas looked me over, questioningly, and then asked me a very strange question.
"David", he started quietly, looking around to make sure that no one else was around. "Have you been having Nocturnal emissions?" I had no idea of what he spoke, and clearly it showed on my face. Barnabas placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Do you trust me, David?" I nodded and he tenderly pulled the covers off my bed, exposing my boy body wrapped in pajama's. Barnabas stared at me and I felt my cock go all hard. My breathing got deeper and I felt like I was fainting.
"Ah, it is as I feared." Barnabas said softly.
"What?" I asked, frightened and somewhat embarrassed. "What's wrong with me?"
"I had heard that Roger's wife, your mother, Laura, was thralled by a Phoenix." Barnabas continued. "Being that she was touched by magic and evil, the coupling between she and Roger was bound to produce offspring that would be tainted with some form of supernatural blight."
"What does that all mean, Barnabas?" I had forgotten that Willie was there. All of a sudden I liked that I had only one piece of clothing between me and full exposure. Why was that? My young boy cock gave a twitch that moved my bed clothes.
"It means, my dear Willie," Barnabas said patiently, "that our David is an Incubus."
I was horrified. I didn't even really know what that word meant, but it scared the piss out of me.
"You mean, I'm going to burst into fire, like my mom did?" I asked, my voice trembling. Barnabas smiled down at me kindly.
"No, David." he said softly, but not soothingly. "It means that your body craves the sexual energy from other people. It was not so bad as you were younger, but now that you are in puberty and growing physically into a man, your body requires sex to keep you alive."
I almost liked this idea. I Always thought about sex. My cock would get hard if the wind blew the right way. And I had learned, through books, about masturbation. I loved to jerk on my cock until I had an orgasm and I Always felt a little bit better when I ate my cum.
"So I have to jerk off all the time in order to stay alive?" I asked. Barnabas chuckled wryly. Not with amusement but almost with a sense of dread.
"No, David." he started. "Masturbation is nothing more than a palliative to you. It will help you to feel better for short periods of time, but that only. No you will require a sexual partner on a regular basis in order to live a so called normal life." I got thinking about this and my cock started throbbing on it's own. I never touched it and it was jerking around as though I was going to have an orgasm.
"Willie here, will help provide you with that need." Barnabas said flatly, as though simply ordering toast and tea at breakfast.
"I will?" questioned Willie. "What do I know about girls his age?"
"I think you will find," Barnabas corrected, "that young David's tastes in matters carnal tend to a more esoteric side, Willie." Then looking at me, and seeing my eyes on Willie he continued, "I am right, am I not, David?" I was totally confused.
"What do you mean, Barnabas?"
"I mean that you find Men and boys preferable to girls and women as sexual partners. Am I right?" Barnabas stared into my eyes. I knew I had to tell him the truth.
"Yes." I responded somewhat weakly. "I don't think about girls when I jerk off, I think about... well I think about someone else." There was no way I could say it. But Barnabas was right on top of this one.
"You think of Ned, don't you boy?"
"Sometimes, maybe, but he's not the main one." I was sweating now. It was like my cock was controlling everything I did. Every time I admitted something to Barnabas, it would twitch and leak a drop of precum. And from the look on Willies face, this was not something he had missed seeing.
"Then whom is it that you fantasize about the most, dear cousin?" Barnabas' voice again was soft. He sounded like he cared about my well being.
"I can't say." I cried out. The idea of admitting this to anyone, let alone a family member was to mortifying to consider.
"But," Barnabas said, an edge to his voice, "you Must, David. You Must NAME your hunger in order to begin to satisfy it."
"Willie!" I whispered." I think about Willie."
"Me?" Willie's eyes were bugged out in disbelief. "Why would you think about me when you play with your boy toy?"
Willie was clearly uncomfortable with the whole idea of being my sexual fantasy, but Barnabas was right. As I named Willie as my sexual fantasy, I could feel my cock elicit a large drop of precum into my pajama bottoms. I looked down and saw a markedly large wet spot where the head of my cock lay.
"It should be considered an honor, Willie." Barnabas started in a low monotone voice." You should be happy to have young David here desire you to help sustain his life."
"I ..." Willie's voice was distant, almost as if he didn't want to say what he was saying. "I ...am... honored."
"And you will do whatever it takes," Barnabas continued, "to help David not only stay alive, but to provide him the strength he needs for a seemingly normal life."
"An...any...anything, yes..." replied Willie.
"There, David," Barnabas said with a slight smile. "You see how simple finding help can be. Now, simply command Willie and he will do whatever you tell him to do."
My mind was racing. I couldn't believe that this was happening. I knew I had imagined having Willie naked and touching me. I knew I wanted to see his man cock hard. I had seen him pissing behind the garden on a number of occasions and knew that soft his cock was nice.
"Command him, David." came Barnabas' stern voice. "Command him and grow stronger."
My mind was reeling. I couldn't think straight, couldn't see straight. I simply acted on impulse.
"Touch me, Willie." I commanded timidly. Willie's hand touched my chest. This was not what I wanted. What I needed.
"More. Take of my pajamas." I ordered.
Willie complied. He removed my pajama jacket revealing my young, sallow chest and hairless armpits. He paused momentarily and touched my nipples. It felt like an electric shock had moved through my body.
He moved his hands down and removed the pants, slowly revealing my boyhood. At 12 years old, I had noticed a growth in my dick. One day I had taken my ruler and measured it both when it was soft and when it was hard. Soft it was only 3 inches long and rubbery, but when it was hard it grew to an amazing 4 and a half inches. The shaft of it was stiff and hard and the head of it was spongy and touching it made me feel wonderful. It would be at those times that I would rub my cock until I orgasmed and back it would go to it's original 3 inch state.
"Take off your pants, Willie." Barnabas commanded as Willie's hand hovered inches above my hairless cock. Willie complied. When his belt and snap were undone and the zip was pulled down I noticed that he wore no underpants. This excited me more and more. My father had caught me once not wearing underpants and had told me that only very dirty, nasty boys neglected to wear underpants. I didn't argue with him but I knew that he was wrong. It was sexy and exciting to feel my cock in my pants, without the constraint of underwear. And Willie did it too. Maybe Willie Was like me. A Dirty, Nasty boy.
But then I got the thrill of my young life to that point. Willie's man cock came into view. It was huge to my eyes. Probably no more than 7 inches, but to my inexperienced view it was monstrous in size.
"Touch my cock, Willie, Please touch my cock." I pleaded. But Barnabas had other ideas.
"Willie, move forward until your manhood is directly in front of David's mouth, and give yourself to him."
Willie moved forward and did as he was told, but I was at a loss. I had no idea what I was supposed to do or think. I Looked at Barnabas for guidance.
"Take it into your mouth, David." Barnabas said, his voice sounding more and more husky. "Take it into your mouth and lick and suck on it." I did as he said.
I was shocked when my tongue touched his cock. I felt and tasted all manner of things. I felt smoothness and firmness. I tasted piss and something else. It tasted a little like my cum, but it was thinner and runny. I liked it a lot. And what I felt inside was a burst of strength and energy. I sucked on Willie's cock for a moment and then Willie started to moan loudly. Within a couple more minutes Willie was moving his cock in and out of my mouth, and all I had to do was to hold it there.
"Now, Willie," Barnabas commanded. "Take him into your mouth as he pleasures you. Give David the pleasure you are feeling."
With that Willie's mouth wrapped itself around my cock. I was suddenly encompassed with the sensations of warmth and wetness and a pleasure that was similar to when I jerked off, but a hundred times better. I knew that my orgasm was close.
Willie, too, as he started sucking my cock, increased his thrusts into my mouth. Now I was getting his whole cock in my mouth and occasionally it was sliding into my throat. I was in heaven. NOTHING had ever felt this good, this right.
Without warning Willie pulled his cock back until only the head was in my mouth, and my tongue was being coated with his sperm. Shot after shot of rich nutty flavored man cum shot into my mouth. So much that I had no choice, I had to swallow it. This triggered my own orgasm and I was shooting my watery cum into the back of Willie's mouth. The orgasm only lasted a minute or so, and soon Willies cock was wilting in my mouth. But I felt better. I felt stronger. As if swallowing Willie's sperm had somehow given me strength.
"There, David," Barnabas said soothingly. "You have had your first feeding. Now you know the benefit there is in succumbing to your physical need."
"But, won't people hate me for liking this so much? I mean homo's aren't very popular in Collinwood." I protested, but Barnabas put up his hand and smiled reassuringly.
"Fear not, David. Willie and I are more than passingly acquainted with the type of disdain you speak of. It will be my mission, and Willie's obligation to help you feed your needs without people knowing what you are doing. Consider this a debt of family. A debt I offer to you, but may ask you to assist me with also at some point in time."
"You mean you like boys like me?" I asked hopefully.
"No, David." He said. "That is your personal situation. Mine is a bit more... eclectic, shall we say. And in future, I may have need of your help in satisfying my needs as well. Can I count on your help and ... discretion?"
"Oh yes," I enthused, noticing that the strength I had felt was beginning to wane. "Why am I feeling weaker again? I thought this was a cure." Barnabas shook his head slowly and sadness filled his eyes.
"No, David." he began. "Your condition, like mine can never be cured, but we can find solutions to keep the symptoms at bay. You will need Willies help every day for a few days until we can arrange a more... shall we say... pallitable solution."
And with that, Willie re-dressed me in my pajamas and Barnabas tucked me into my bed. I started to drift off to sleep with the taste of Willie's cum in my mouth and the feeling of my first blow job ebbing from my mind.
If this was a sickness, and what I had done was it's treatment, maybe I didn't Want to get well.