Secret Life of Jonathan Greenwich 3
WARNING:
This is a story of friendship, commitment, love and trust. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between male teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There may be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme. This story contains some acts of non-sexual violence. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't read it. Reproducing this story for distribution without the owner's permission is a violation of that copyright.
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LAF,
Sam (sam_lakes@hotmail.com)
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The Secret Life of Jonathan Greenwich
by Sam Lakes
Chapter 3
As much as I – we wanted to have a good sexual experience – it turned out to be less than fulfilling. I really thought it was going to be great. I wanted it to be great. Peter wanted it to be great.
It wasn’t.
It wasn’t good, or happy or even ok or so-so. It was a disaster.
I had a hardon and Peter went down on me – that felt pretty good so I maneuvered him around to a sixty-nine position and that ruined everything. I’ve seen his penis hundreds of times; sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Hard it’s easily six and a half inches. He’s not circumcised, nor am I. I’m not in the slightest revolted by it, in fact it’s a very attractive penis…but as I was about to put it I saw that blood vessel that runs along the top. That was all it took, a fleeting glance and my fangs came out.
It’s not possible for me to give a blowjob with my fangs extended. So, I think of pussy. Rather disgusting thing to think of but it worked, my fangs retracted. I try again, same thing happens – my fangs extend. Pussy – retract. Penis – extend. I tried a dozen times and I’m really getting frustrated and pissed off with myself. Next I try thinking pussy and my mouth is almost on his penis and he stops sucking on me because my one-in-a-while hardon has vanished! Why, because thinking of pussy turns me right off.
“Hun, what’s the matter?”
“Fuck it! I’m not good at this! I’ll never be able to satisfy you! I want to, I really want to but I can’t!”
“Babe, it’s okay,” he said but I could hear his disappointment, “We can just…cuddle.”
“Why don’t you just say it like it always is with us – I can hold you while you jack-off fantasizing about having real sex…I need to go for a walk and think. I’ll be back later,” I said getting out of bed. Yeah go for a walk – I was no more going for a walk and think than the clock was. I had to feed, at least that’s what I thought I needed. I didn’t discover the real reason because it was a fleeting base impulse that I didn’t know how to interpret…possibly if I had had an older vampire explain the changes I was going through it would have been easier.
I kept to the shadows because I was hunting for the right situation and it wasn’t long before I found a situation I had to fix. Three teens had dragged an elderly gentleman into an alley. One was holding a knife to his throat while one held him and the third was searching his pockets. The poor old man was so scared and overwhelm he offered no resistance.
Instantly, I flew into action, I grabbed the teen with the knife and dragged him back into the shadows some twenty-five feet away in less than a half second. In one second I had drunk half a liter of warm delicious human blood, causing him to faint; grabbing the second boy who had the man’s wallet in his hand and dragged him back to where his fainted friend was and repeated my actions. He collapsed on top of his friend.
The third boy released the old man, being startled by the fact that his buddies who had been there a second before were gone and nowhere to be seen – he met with the same fate. Taking the wallet still in the hand of the second teen I placed it in the man’s pocket and in less than a second placed the old man back in the safety of the dimly lighted sidewalk and whispered in his ear, “You have been saved by Vampire Boy, go home now rest and later do a good deed for someone.”
I returned to the shadows out of sight but within striking distance of the three teens lying on the ground. They came to within a short time. When they were conscious I spoke in a cold raspy and loud whisper, “You have done a misdeed. I have taken a taste of blood from each of you. The puncture marks will be gone shortly. BE WARNED! With each misdeed you commit I will take more of your blood until I take your life. I do not wish to take your life but I am sworn to rid the world of evil…YOU WILL give 10 hours each week of your life to doing good for others. Do you understand?”
There was silence and I smelled fear. I extended my fangs fully and let some of their blood trickle from my fangs and stepped out of the shadows.
“Do you understand?” I said loudly, then stepped back into the shadows, “BE WARNED THE VAMPIRE BOY OF NEW BOSTON WILL BE WATCHING YOU!!!” and with that I was gone from that location and ran to my lair in Cambridge.
I was euphoric as I for the first time assailed the outside face of my building to the rooftop. I felt great about my actions and what I had said – I had saved an old man from harm and attempted to correct three misguided youths. I had voiced my deep-seated purpose. It had surfaced; it was as if my destiny was now set to follow the route of ridding the world of evil. Of course, at that time I didn’t realize the enormity of that purpose or what it would mean for the life that lay ahead of me or the problems that would beset me in keeping true to my purpose. I was sixteen and somewhat naïve as any sixteen year old would be.
My senses had increased yet again and I was too engrossed in playing with them and learning to use them than to give any more thought to purposes. The earlier problems with Peter were so distant that they never bothered to resurface and yet I knew they were still there waiting to spring back to my consciousness.
I found I had somewhat of telescopic vision and my hearing I could tune into conversations, filtering out other noises. I could switch from one conversation to another – from one sound to another it was like I had a million channels to select from. It was 5:00a.m. so I also got a lot of snoring.
Sitting with my legs dangling over the building I was sort of flipping through channels, getting somewhat bored when suddenly I heard a scream that made me jump and I almost fell off the ledge. I didn’t hesitate going into action and descended the 15-story building and running though the tunnel then towards where I heard the scream.
I realized I was too late as I stood over the dead woman with multiple stab wounds staring lifelessly at the ceiling and lying in a pool of her own blood now just beginning to congeal. I reached down and closed her eyelids when I heard someone behind me.
I whipped around to find myself confronting the man who had brutally taken the woman’s life. There was a moment of fear as I saw his insane eyes and the butcher knife he thrust into my abdomen and upwards. I leapt towards his body as the knife pushed its way further into my body. My mind had momentarily blocked the pain as my fangs tore into the left carotid artery but moments later the pain caused me to drain the blood at an accelerated rate and my sucking so strong it caused the collapse of the artery, his body dropped convulsing. I crawled off of him with the knife still in me. I pulled it out and for a second saw my blood oozing rapidly out of my own body. I collapsed to the floor. My body was shutting down. I crawled to the phone and called the only number I could think of.
“Hello,” said a sleepy voice at the other end of the line.
“Doc…I’ve been…stabbed…help me, doc…” the phone fell from my hand.
Ha-ha how about that! I just had to pause the story here. Hmm maybe I’ll take a long break – okay? Ha-ha. :P- Sam. sam_lakes@hotmail.com