Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2008 03:15:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Bruzee <darkerprojects13021@yahoo.com>
Subject: He Lurks in Dark Shadows (Celebrity)(A/Y)

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.