Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2002 10:22:58 -0600
From: Michael Yost <myost@charter.net>
Subject: Re: Real World Chapter four

"What do you mean Pete's a challenge to me?"

"First it was a challenge just to get him to look at you.  Then it was a
challenge to talk him out of his engagement to that good looking prick
Michael.  I don't know Josh.  The people you value the most in your life
are the people who are hardest for you to please.  I hope once you get what
you think you want out of Pete, he'll still manage to keep you challenged,"
Brent said.

"That's so not true.  I'm passionate about Pete as a person, not as some
cracker jack toy.  You are so wrong!" Josh insisted, "As for sex for now
until Pete's ready pass me the porn.  It's not like we don't do stuff in
bed together.  He's really shy about anything which has to do with
penetration.  He'll get over it like he did with his hang up about doing
oral stuff.  Besides I want to wait too.  I want it all!  The wedding,
promising him eternal love and loyalty in front of everyone, and I want the
wedding night to be our first time together."

"Speaking of porn I was surfing the net and I came across a golden shower
site."

"You're kidding," Josh said, making a face.

"No serious.  There was these mostly hairy, older dudes pissing in each
other's mouths."

"Stop right there," Josh laughed, "I don't want to know."

"There was one guy who was pissing on another guy's cocks and balls, "
Brent said dreamily, "I don't know.  How do you think it would feel like?
Getting peed on?"

"Hot, then cold, and sticky," Josh smiled, "Brent, where are you taking
this?"

"Pete has totally trained adventure right out of you.  I think it would be
kind of outstanding, standing over a really good looking guy; the tension,
worrying if you'll get pee shy, the taboo aspect, feeling like you're a
little kid who is going to be doing something dirty, the expectation almost
fear and anticipation on your lover's face, the relief once you're spraying
him."

"Stop.  I get the picture."

'Taking him to a shower. He's dripping wet.  Slowly soaping his warm body
all over. Pressing him against the shower wall.  Dominating him. His
muscles sliding against yours in total submission."

"Brent," Josh grinned, "Fine, I'll play your game.  Parting his butt
cheeks.  He gasping as you slowly put a soapy finger inside of him."

"He starts to pee. Warm water and piss running down his legs.  You insert
another finger inside, finger fucking him. He's panting hard from the
pleasure of taking a good long hard piss, and from being fucked, then you
press your cock against his soapy anus.  You enter inside, slowly at first,
driving your cock between his cheeks with steady thrusts as your slippery
hand tightly slides up and down his hard cock, and chest.  Making him
whimper as he thuds his body against yours.  He ejaculates in your hand.
He's so hot and wet.  Hot sperm pumps out of your cock inside of him.  His
slippery body trembling against yours as you hold him close, kissing his
little tramp's mouth.  Still think pissing and fucking is gross?" Brent
teased.

"Did you bookmark that site, and could you send me the url?" Josh said.

On the other side of town, Pete laid in his bed after coming out of the
shower.  His skinny body still damp.  He looked under the covers at
himself.

"I'll never bulk up," Pete thought morosely to himself while he looked
through his magazine, "Sport's Illustrated" On the page was a slick,
muscular, tan Adonis, flexing his biceps and triceps at him His firm thigh
and calf muscles bulging out in his hot looking, oiled body.  A bathing
suit hid the model's essentials.

Tentatively, Pete rubbed his semi aroused cock, thinking of himself with
husky man muscles.  Josh laying on the bed, his legs open wide, Josh
begging for his oiled, sweaty pumped up body to take him.

His bedroom door flew open.

Taking his hand out from between his thighs, Pete threw his magazine under
the pillow, slamming his light brown haired head down on it.

"Why Pete," Henri said, standing in the doorway carrying a load of laundry
to put away, "What are you doing in bed?  I thought you would be at
Josh's."

"No, I'm going there soon," Pete moaned, "I wish I could do something about
my body.  I hate it."

"Pete." Henri sat on the bed, concern and amusement on his face, "Your body
is dead to change."

"But Josh's isn't.  He can tan, buff up his muscles. How can be attracted
to me?  I'm just a runt of an animated corpse."

"Pete the old saying you're alive as you feel goes for vampires too," Henri
said patiently, thinking, Teenagers.  They can find a billion reasons to
despise themselves.

"I look like a tooth pick. And Josh.  He has muscles, and he's growing more
hair on his chest, I look like a hairless white leper."

"You do not look like a leper.  Why don't you go over to Josh's?  He's
leaving tomorrow."

  "Josh wanted to have some private time with Brent.  When I tried to use
the phone to call him to see if I could come over, the battery was dead."

"My fault, I left it off too long.  Go into Josh's mind and ask him if you
can come over."


"Are you sure that wouldn't be invading his privacy?"Pete worried.

"Maybe a little bit.  He's with his friend Brent what harm could it do?'
Henri said.

"All right," Pete decided.  Shutting his eyes.  Pete let his mind collapse
to the core of his being, then he felt himself becoming disconnected with
his body.  Pete could feel his essence heading for Josh's home, he sensed
Josh and Brent laying in the grass together. Pete's eyes opened wide, his
mind was back in his body.

"I accidentally landed in Brent's thoughts," he cried, upset and
embarrassed.

"Oh.  Was Brent thinking about Josh carnally? Pete, sometimes when we
invade mortal's or other vampire's thoughts we see things which can upset
us.  I'm sure Brent didn't mean anything serious when he was thinking of
Josh.  I wouldn't hold it against Brent."

"Brent was thinking of me," Pete cried, turning more red, visualizing how
Brent had him tied down to a bed, peeing on his genitals, parting his legs.

"I'm sure it wasn't bad what he was thinking," Henri soothed Pete.

Henri attained a liking for Pete and Josh's charming if muddled mortal
friend Brent.

He was peeing on me," Pete mumbled in a small voice.

"I see," Henri said, covering mouth.

"Then I went into Josh's mind. And he was doing the same thing."


"Not with Brent I hope."

"No, to me.  The I panicked and went back into Brent's mind.  Brent was
imagining Josh was peeing on me while Brent was inside of me.  Brent and I
were kissing.  Then Josh pushed Brent aside.  Brent peed on me.  Brent was
imagining he and Josh taking turns doing you now what with me. I can't
pee," Pete said depressed, "I mean Josh and Brent they looked so smug and
satisfied and all I could be was their girl.  I can't even pee like a
girl!"

"I'm sure Brent and Josh in Brent's fantasy did not look as satisfied as
you look while your killing someone."

Henri regretted his words when he saw the unhappiness on Pete's face.

 Pete said, burying his head in his arms.  "Brent was laughing. I could
tell he thinking I'd be boring to sleep with.  And he's right. I think it
would be gross to pee on someone. Even if I could pee I wouldn't be able to
do what Brent and Josh are thinking about."

"You have to find something that is not gross to you.  I have just the
trick wait here," Henri left eh bedroom.

Pete could hear him rummaging in the refrigerator.

Henri came back inside the bedroom holding a whip cream canister.

"I bought this for fun," Henri said, spaying a little on his hand, "Isn't
it wonderful how it comes out of the nozzle?  We had nothing as efficient
as this in the eighteenth century."

"But Henri, I can't eat that stuff."

No, but Josh can.  Simply go over to his house.  Squeeze a little on his
neck, let your hands slip and slide.  Use your imagination.  Mix your blood
into the cream.  I gauretee you Josh won't share Brent's opinion of your
being boring."

"Thanks Henri," Pete said awkwardly taking the can of whip cream from him,
"I wanted to think of something fun we could do before he left for
Chicago."

Pete looked happily away, fantasizing about putting whip cream all over
Josh's chest, running his hands thought the slippery cream.  Josh licking
blood from is cut open hands, cream all over his fingers, doing everything
except what they promised they wouldn't do together yet.

"Not at all," Henri said courteously as he watched Pete get dressed, "Love
shouldn't be about worrying if your body is good enough for someone.  Or
worrying about what you think is gross. Love should be about play,
adventure, and surprise."

Henri smiled at the young vampire.

I can't imagine why Damion feels it is so hard for an eighteenth century
vampire to raise a twenty first century vampire. I guess that's what
Christov and I are doing.  Raising Pete.  It's simply a mater of standing
back, then stepping in when good advice is needed, Henri thought smugly to
himself. The last time Henri had been a mortal was in the court of King
Louis XVI.  He knew the other vampires of France, but he felt it prudent to
keep a safe distance from them at the time. Disagreements had a way of
re-occuring between him and others.  Even in this century he could hardly
call most vampires a friend.  He was at least tolerated by them.  He had a
close, on going friendship with Damion and Daniel, through as close as
their friendship was it was also a touchy one.  One had to be careful about
not to bringing up the past in conversations with Damion.

"Do you ever with Christov? Pete asked, "You know?"


tbc