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Authors: Todd Gregory
I always wondered how many babies were conceived at Church Camp.
As I saw myself, I knew immediately what was going on and remembered exactly when it was.
I looked so young it almost broke my heart. I'd thought I was so mature and practically an adult at that age. Now I knew I was little more than a child. I hadn't even gotten hair all over my legs yetâjust from the knees down, and there were just a few sprouting under my arms and on my chest.
My dick, though, was nestled in a thick bush that had started growing when I was twelve.
I was walking alone through the woods. There was a woodworking class going on for the boys while the girls were learning how to bake cakes from scratch, but I had no interest in working wood; electric saws terrified me ever since I was a child and saw my great-uncle Abe slice off his thumb with a table saw. Even the sound of them running made me sick to my stomach, so instead of making a picture frame or some other stupid thing, I'd decided to go for a walk in the woods, alone.
I was fourteen, and back home in Fayette County I had a huge crush on a junior named Keith Kennedy. I fantasized about Keith all the timeâhe had big, strong, powerful legs and the most amazing ass, thick sensual lips, curly reddish brown hair, big green eyes, broad shouldersâand I stole glances at him whenever I could after football practice in the locker room. He wasn't at church camp. He was a Southern Baptist, which meant he was also going straight to hell when he died, which bothered me more than a little, but he was also dating my cousin Vonda. Vonda, of course, was trying to get him to start going to church with us all at White's Chapel, but so far she hadn't had any luck. Keith's sister Sheila was my age, and she had a crush on me. We were sort of going steady, but I was only doing that to get closer to Keith. I responded to Sheila's body whenever she pressed up against me and kissed me. My best friend D.J., who lived in a trailer and didn't go to church at all, kept pressing me to have sex with Sheila. D.J. claimed to have lost his virginity when we were in junior high school to an older girl from Carbon Hill. I didn't know her, but I knew her family was trash. Fucking girls was all D.J. could think about, would talk about. It was annoying, but I put up with it because D.J.'s constant horniness meant he was always needing to beat off. And while we wouldn't touch each other, seeing him pulling on his dick and seeing him naked and seeing him come was the closest I could get to actually being with another boy at that time, and it was better than nothing. I wasn't all that attracted to D.J.âI only had eyes for Keithâbut D.J.'s laptop didn't have parental controls on it. When I stayed overnight at D.J.'s house, I could wait till he was sound asleep and then go online and look up gay sex sites, always making sure to clear the history before going to sleep myself.
I was walking through the woods by myself, wearing a sleeveless Roll Tide shirt and a pair of matching crimson nylon shorts with two white stripes down each side. I was horny and hadn't had a chance to relieve myself in the three days since I'd gotten to church camp. All the boys bunked in a barracks, and it was too dangerous. Even the bathroom wasn't possibleâit always stank in there. This was my first chance to be alone, and I wanted to wander down the path and get as far from the camp as I could. My dick was hard in my shorts already, and I couldn't stop thinking about Keith Kennedy.
I looked back over my shoulder. The camp was well behind me; I couldn't even hear it anymore. But to be on the safe side, I left the path and went down the hillside. About twenty yards down, there was a creek, and I climbed down the bank beside it. Once I was down next to the running water, I looked back over my shoulder. I couldn't see the path anymore. I smiled to myself and pulled my shirt up over my head. I leaned back against the bank as I slid my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. I closed my eyes and started pulling on my dick.
In my imagination, I was back in the locker room, drying myself off with a towel after taking a shower. There was no one else there; Coach had kept me after practice for some reason that didn't matter to the fantasy. I heard a cough, and I looked up. Keith Kennedy stood there, smiling at me, stark naked. His dick was hard and he was holding it in his hand. His curls were damp, and there were spots of water on his chest. “I was waiting for you, Cord,” he said, walking toward me. I dropped the towel as he took me into his big strong arms and kissed me on the mouth with his thick, sensual lips, and I shot my load into the fast-moving creek water. I moaned and kept pulling, making sure I got every last drop out, my whole body shuddering with the pleasure. I stood there for a few moments before finally pulling my shorts up and putting my shirt back on. I climbed up the bank and headed back for the trail.
“I was there, watching you,” Nico whispered, his smile not faltering. The look in his eyes, I'd seen that look before in other peopleâwhen they were looking at the person they were in love with.
I felt nauseated.
He got up and walked over to the wingback chair where the clothes he'd selected for me were draped. “I was in the woodsâmy parents always thought it was rather amusing to take Lorenzo and me out into the woods where church camps were being held, to teach us our craft, how to use our powers.” His eyebrows went up. “We used to practice casting spells on the church kids.” His grin turned into a smirk. “My personal favorite spell was to make the kids horny, make them want to have sex.” He laughed. “I always wondered how many babies were conceived at church camps.”
I would have laughed were I not so disgusted by him. I walked across to the chair and picked up the pants. The velvet felt sensual against my skin. I stepped into them.
“Those are going to look so hot on you,” he purred.
“Where were you? I didn't see you,” I asked, pulling on the pants. The velvet excited my skin as the material slid up my legs, and I could feel myself getting aroused again. I shook my head and tried to remain focused. I put my arms into the shirt sleeves, pulled it up, and started buttoning the shirt.
“I was actually in the trees, up above your head. You didn't need a spell, thoughâyou were quite horny enough on your own with no help needed from me. Did you ever get a chance to be with Keith Kennedy?” Nico asked. He cocked his head to one side and grimaced. “Lorenzo's coming. Your entertainment must be ready.”
I could hear the footsteps on the staircase as clearly as if it were me making them. When had my hearing become so much more intense? Everything was more intense, I realized. I remembered the way my veins had burned after drinking Nico's blood. Was I actually becoming a god?
I could see into Nico's mind, through his eyes, but was that his power or mine?
I closed my eyes.
I sensed . . . something familiar. Something familiar was coming, but it wasn't from inside the house. It was outsideâon the other side of the woods. I could feel it in my bones, in my mind, and I tried to grasp hold of the sensation, make it take shape in my mind.
But then the doorknob began to turn and that sensation was gone, overpowered by Lorenzo. I could smell himâhe still smelled of sex and sweat and to a lesser degree, tobacco. In spite of myself, his scent was intoxicating. I wanted to shove my face into his armpit and breathe deeply. My asshole twinged from the memory of the pounding he'd given it, but I didn't want a replay of what had gone before.
No, I wanted to hold Lorenzo down and force myself into him as he struggled and resisted me, as I slapped his face and bit his nipples until they bled . . .
Blood.
A cramp ripped through me, almost causing me to double over in agony. I saw Nico look at me, concern in his eyes, just as the door opened and Lorenzo stood there, that nasty, cruel smirk on his face.
I could see the vein pulsing in his neck.
I curled my hands into fists.
“No, you cannot. You must wait, fight the need,”
Nico's voice whispered into my brain.
“Hold out for a little while longerâafter the entertainment, you can drink your fill. Resist your hatred of him. I've done it as long as I can remember.”
Nico's voice whispered into my brain.
“Hold out for a little while longerâafter the entertainment, you can drink your fill. Resist your hatred of him. I've done it as long as I can remember.”
I pushed the animal, that primal urge, back down inside of me.
“You're dressed, good,” Lorenzo growled in that voice that made my anger rise. “Because all is in readiness. Nico, are you ready for tonight's entertainment?”
I could feel the hatred radiating off Nico, and I looked over to Lorenzo, confused for a moment. How could Lorenzo not be aware of it?
Nico had done this to me. He'd turned me into a vampire, had broken all the rules by giving me his blood to drink, turning me into a god. He'd destroyed Jared's life. And with a pang, I remembered what I'd learned, which hadn't really made sense to me until that moment. Jared had been on his way to meet his fiancée for dinner. He was in love, had even been thinking this was the girl he was going to marry. He'd never shown up, because Nico had arranged it so that I would encounter him, when my own need was so strong I couldn't resist the nearest available arteryâ
And with a jolt I asked myself,
And just why had I waited so long to feed? Why had I let it go so long? It was an insane thing for a vampire to do. Jean-Paul hadn't taught me much about being a vampireâbut he had taught me that much.
And just why had I waited so long to feed? Why had I let it go so long? It was an insane thing for a vampire to do. Jean-Paul hadn't taught me much about being a vampireâbut he had taught me that much.
I glanced out of the corner of my eye at Nico. Maybe he had been behind that as well.
I felt anger begin to bubble up inside of me again. I'd been used, treated as nothing so much as a pawn in whatever game he was playing. Why? What would he gain for me to be so powerful?
“Come along, then, vampire.” Lorenzo mockingly bowed to me. “I know you need to feedâyou were looking for food when we took you last night in New Orleans, and you haven't fed, so you must be famished.” He gave me that nasty smirk again, the one I longed to wipe off his face with my fists. “Soon enough, you will have someone to feed from. But the honor of who you will drink from has yet to be ascertained. That's our entertainment for the evening.”
I glanced at Nico, who was also smiling. “I . . . I am hungry,” I said, and it was true. Another cramp consumed me, pushing everything else out of my mind until it passed. And that didn't make sense, either. I'd drank from Nico just hours earlier. I shouldn't be hungry again so soon. But I'd also gotten the hunger much more quickly the night before after feeding from the stripper at Oz. Why?
He'd said “last night”; my God, I've been here that long? Why hasn't Nigel or Rachel come looking for me?
He'd said “last night”; my God, I've been here that long? Why hasn't Nigel or Rachel come looking for me?
It didn't make any sense.
Nothing made any sense.
I followed Lorenzo out of the room, again feeling like I might drift off into the air with every step that I took. Outside of the room, he went down the staircase. When I reached the top of the stairs, another cramp ripped through me, and I grabbed on to the railing to keep from falling. The railing shattered into splinters in my hand.
I stared at it, unbelieving.
Lorenzo was still going down the stairs, and Nico waved his hand and the railing reassembled itself.
“You're much stronger now. I told you, you're becoming a god,”
Nico's voice said in my head, sounding absolutely delighted.
“You must be careful. If Lorenzo even suspects . . .”
Nico's voice said in my head, sounding absolutely delighted.
“You must be careful. If Lorenzo even suspects . . .”
“What can he do to a god?”
I responded without even stopping to think. I kept walking down the stairs, and in my head I saw myself with my hands around Lorenzo's neck, squeezing, as his face turned purple, his tongue coming out and turning black as I kept up the pressure, determined to wipe that nasty smirk off his face for all eternity.
I responded without even stopping to think. I kept walking down the stairs, and in my head I saw myself with my hands around Lorenzo's neck, squeezing, as his face turned purple, his tongue coming out and turning black as I kept up the pressure, determined to wipe that nasty smirk off his face for all eternity.
“Don't. He might be able to read your mind,”
Nico cautioned as we reached the bottom of the staircase.
“His seed is inside of you. He might be ableâ”
Nico cautioned as we reached the bottom of the staircase.
“His seed is inside of you. He might be ableâ”
“Come along!” Lorenzo was standing beside a door. It was open, and I could see it led out to the veranda. I could see torches burning, cowled figures standing around the lawn. Lorenzo clapped his hands with an almost childish delight. “We don't want to keep them waiting any longer!”
I will show you who is the master here, my pretty dark one,
I thought with a sneer of my own as I walked out onto the veranda. I paused to get my bearings. There was a long lawn that sloped gradually down to the riverbank. I could see the moon's reflection in the little waves and dimples on the surface of the river. Enormous, ancient live oaks and their long twisted branches dripping with long strands of thick Spanish moss cast shadows across the lushness of the thick grass. I could smell the river in the cool breeze lazily drifting up the slope to the house. The air was heavy and damp, yet cool. Despite the cloudlessness of the indigo night sky, it felt like rain was coming. I looked up and saw the stars scattered across the dark blue, and there was a haze around the full moon's glow. There was power radiating from that moon, and I closed my eyes and turned my head up to it, absorbing and drinking it all in thirstily. The night seemed alive to my heightened senses, and I could have stood there on the veranda for hours, experiencing it all.
I thought with a sneer of my own as I walked out onto the veranda. I paused to get my bearings. There was a long lawn that sloped gradually down to the riverbank. I could see the moon's reflection in the little waves and dimples on the surface of the river. Enormous, ancient live oaks and their long twisted branches dripping with long strands of thick Spanish moss cast shadows across the lushness of the thick grass. I could smell the river in the cool breeze lazily drifting up the slope to the house. The air was heavy and damp, yet cool. Despite the cloudlessness of the indigo night sky, it felt like rain was coming. I looked up and saw the stars scattered across the dark blue, and there was a haze around the full moon's glow. There was power radiating from that moon, and I closed my eyes and turned my head up to it, absorbing and drinking it all in thirstily. The night seemed alive to my heightened senses, and I could have stood there on the veranda for hours, experiencing it all.
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