Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2013 19:11:50 -0600
From: Jack Mate <jackmate24@gmail.com>
Subject: Cupidity - Chapter 3

Chapter III: "Alacrity"

	The sun was emitting its fiery orange hue during descent into the
horizon at sunset.  Alaric and Jonathan were still at their beach camp,
albeit after numerous of more drinks.  The empty merlot bottle sat in the
midst of empty beer bottles on top of the ice chest.  The beach chairs were
empty, but beyond the shore, there they were, frolicking in the cool water
of the ocean.  Jon-O tackled Alaric into a full nelson to attempt dunking
him under.  It took the demon a bit of conscious thought to allow him to
bypass his unwavering supernatural strength.  He was eventually submerged
into the salty fluid, very close to the boy's mouth-watering groin.

	The older man grabbed the athlete by the ass and dipped himself
between his legs, twisted himself around, and hoisted him upon his
shoulders and rising back out of the water.  Jon-O shouted in surprise as
he was launched into the cooling air, holding onto Alaric's head so as to
not lose balance.  Soon enough, he rocked himself back and forth, yelling
"ye-haw!" eccentrically.  Before he could take ownership, Alaric dove
backwards and plunged both of them into the water.  They wrestled each
other for dominance as they rose to the surface.

	"Whoa!" Jon-O exclaimed, looking out into the sea.  "Look at that!"

	Alaric followed his gaze and saw a trio of dolphins playfully
swimming nearby.  One of them surfaced and giggled at them, blowing a puff
of water into the air.  They did a few jumps into the air, obviously in the
mood for drawing their attention.  "Wow, we should have brought your
camera," the man commented.

	"I know!" Jon-O laughed.  "Do you think they'll swim with us?"

	"Let's give it a shot," Alaric smiled.  They swam toward the trio
of dolphins slowly, not wanting to scare them off.  In the process, the
demon tapped into his power to reach out to the animals psychically.  They
were immediately intimidated by his evil presence, but he quickly soothed
them and assured that he had no intention of harming them.  Instead, he
placed an image of Jon-O into their heads and encouraged them to approach
him.  They frolicked around apprehensively, trying to decide whether he was
true or not.  Once the humans were about fifteen feet away from them, the
dolphins swam slowly toward them.

	"Oh my god!" the boy squealed.  "What do we do now?"

	"Let them decide," Alaric told him.

	Two of the dolphins swam roguishly around the boy while the third
one kept watch on Alaric, apparently still not trusting him.  Jonathan held
his hand out over the water, wanting to let the mammals know he wanted to
pet them.  One of them coyly approached the hand and nudged its head out of
the water.  The athlete nervously reached down to pet it.  Before they made
contact, the dolphin giggled and dunked its head back under the water.  The
second, it sprang back to the surface and exhaled water from its blowhole,
saturating Jon-O's hand.

	"You little shit," Jon-O laughed.  The dolphin rolled over onto its
back and looked at him innocently.  Then it turned itself upright and
nudged its nose against the human's hand.  The unexpected touch made Jon-O
gasp, but then he felt comfortable patting the dolphin's nose.  The second
dolphin bumped his friend to the side and put his head underneath Jon-O's
palm to be petted.  The boy obliged.  "I can't believe I'm petting a live
dolphin in the wild!"

	"The magic of Maui," Alaric said.  He looked at the third dolphin
that was eying him with zeal.  It had floated toward him apprehensively
while he was watching the dolphins play with Jon-O. It jabbed him gently
with the side of its body and cooed.  Alaric chuckled and patted the
aquatic animal behind its fin.

	Their rendezvous with the dolphins was a brief one, for darkness
was soon approaching.  The humans bid their farewells to the dolphins and
swam back to shore.  The trio jumped jollily into the air as they waved.
Jonathan suddenly challenged Alaric to a race to the beach.  They bolted
their bodies through the water fluidly.  When they were near shore, Alaric
had the upper-hand.  Just as they made the crest, Jonathan tried to tackle
the older man from behind.  He slipped and unintentionally grabbed Alaric's
swim shorts, yanking them down several inches.  Alaric was surprised by the
sudden exposure of his ass and cock, falling forward into the shallow
water, resulting in the boy landing on top of him.

	In that moment, he looked up and saw a black crow a few feet down
the beach, watching them.  Almost immediately, the demon sensed a hostile
presence in the animal.  Before he could do anything, Jon-O had him pinned
into the sand.  The incubus's attention remained undivided from the crow.
He sensed darkness similar to his own.  The bird belonged to a brother that
was not pleased to see him there.  He mentally reached out to the crow but
found a void.  It was not a familiar.  It must have been an animal spirit.
Only one type of person could have conjured it: a shaman.  Upon figuring
this, Alaric prepared to bind the animal spirit, but the crow flew off to a
distance.

	"Say uncle!" Jon-O cackled as he pushed Alaric's face into the
sand, oblivious to the encounter that just occurred.  Alaric focused and
turned himself around underneath the kid's legs, revealing a hard member
jutting up into the air.

	"Look what you did," Alaric joked, gesturing down at his erection.

	"What the fuck, man!  Seriously?!" He giggled as he grinded his
thighs against it, causing it to throb.  "You like that?"

	"Yes," Alaric confessed.  He thrust upward, rubbing it between the
crevices of the athlete's legs and groin.  The boy's wet swim trunks was
chafed with sea salt, giving it a rigid feel.  He shoved his hips hard into
him, causing Jon-O to fall forward.  The athlete caught himself before he
collided into Alaric's face, his hands buried in the muddy sand.  The soft
tide slid under Alaric's body as they stayed there in that position, eyes
not moving away from one another.  "Are you going to do anything about it?"

	For a second, Jonathan was thinking.  His luminous blue eyes seared
into Alaric's dark pupils, invigorating the demon's hunger for him.  Then,
slowly, the boy leaned in, moving his face closer to the older man's.
Before their lips touched, a strong wave clashed into the shore, pounding
its way through them.  Their faces were sloshed.  A second wave thundered
in, knocking Jon-O off of Alaric.  They both laughed and got up to their
feet.  Alaric lifted his trunks back up.  Oh well, some other time.

	They packed up their camp and made their way back to the resort.
This time the place was lively as the drinking had taken its course and the
outdoor pools filled up.  Alaric expanded his mental senses, cautiously
keeping alert for any suspicious supernatural presence.  The presence of
the animal spirit was a warning to him.  It was a message saying, "I'm
watching you."  It could be someone at the resort.  He doubted it, but he
was not going to leave anything up to chance.

	After ridding their feet and trousers of sand by the stairs with
the water hose provided, they ascended to the penthouse and quickly changed
into comfortable clothing.  Jon-O did not seem eager to resume where they
left off at the beach, but he still eyed Alaric here and there.  Perhaps he
was nervous that he made the wrong move.  It was up to the temperate sex
fiend to put his mind at ease.  The key was to act normal, as if what had
occurred was nothing but a mere incident.

	After fixing the both of them a cocktail composed of Jack Daniels
whiskey, triple sec, sour mix, and Sprite (a Lynchburg Lemonade as Jon-O
said at the store), Alaric asked the boy: "Are you hungry?  I'm thinking
about making a late dinner."

	"Yeah, I'm famished from all that swimming," Jon-O said.

	While Alaric went to work in the kitchen, Jonathan rested himself
on the couch in the living room, watching the television.  When he was an
infant demon and had to possess victims, the incubus absorbed some of their
knowledge as a byproduct.  Once, he had possessed a handsome culinary chef
and learned many recipes.  Tonight, he prepared a meal comprised of maple
roast pork, garlic spinach and sesame carrot salad, herbed baked potatoes,
and sliced French bread.  Within the hour, the penthouse enticed the sense
of smell.

	The duo ate at the dining table while watching a stand-up comedian
whom Jon-O liked.  Throughout the course of the meal, they conversed
sparingly, mostly about the food and the show.  Jonathan sure liked his
protein, eating the pork as if his life depended on it.  Alaric could tell
that the alcohol that he consumed during the day was catching up to him.
Soon, it would be bold for him to strike.  For now, he was still a sex
panther on the prowl.

	"Boy, I'm stuffed," Jon-O proclaimed when they finished their meal.
"That was delicious.  Are you sure you're not a chef?"

	"Occasionally," Alaric responded, taking their plates to the sink.
"I picked things up here and there."

	Jonathan's phone rang and he quickly went to the living room to see
who it is.  "Oh man!" He groaned.  "I forgot this girl from school wanted
to talk tonight.  She said she wanted to...you know, TALK in private."

	"You mean, you guys are planning to have phone sex?" Alaric asked
bluntly.  Jon-O blushed.  "Well, that's very 1990s of you.  But, don't mind
me.  I'm going to take the hot tub on the balcony for a test drive.  Have
fun."

	Alaric went into the bedroom to strip out of his clothes and
wrapped a towel around his waist.  He made himself another drink.  Jonathan
was lying on the couch sweet talking, probably to some sixteen-year-old
bimbo with big breasts.  Alaric winked at him before sliding the balcony
door behind him.  He immediately uncovered the hot tub and started it.
With a bit of help of his demonic power, the water was steaming and
bubbling up in no time.  He dropped the towel, allowing his naked body to
feel the night breeze before he dipped himself into the hot fluid.  A sigh
of contentment escaped his lips.

	While he sat there enjoying the view of the pale light of night
being reflected off the surface of the ocean, his thoughts eventually
returned to the crow on the beach.  There were other beings like him out in
the world.  Alaric belonged to a class of paranormal beings called Daemons.
He was one type of supernatural creature.  There were numerous of other
types and classes. They were all his brethren, spawns of the same cosmic
source in the universe as he was.  But, even though they shared an
ancestral foundation, it was rare that he and his brothers got along or
bonded with one another.  The only exception to this was when power ran
through the family line.  A prime example of this would be warlocks, whom
were revered as the most powerful brothers in their secret brotherhood.
Even then, warlocks tended to squabble over birthrights and let their
elitism become their downfall.

	A shaman was a unique type.  Shamanism was a culture of its own,
but rarely were its practitioners legitimate.  A real shaman was a rarity.
In the ancient past, there used to be family lines consisting of them.
They were mostly eradicated.  A shaman now would be a descendant of a
fractured lineage.  Indeed, shamans communed with the spirits throughout
the world.  But, they weren't communing for answers; they were communing
for power.  See, spirits were vengeful souls which refused to traverse from
the mortal realm.  Spirits, in their anger and purposefulness, wielded
power for shamans to draw from.  Shamans by themselves were weak compared
to a demon such as Alaric.  However, with the right spirit, they could
amass power beyond their normal means, becoming more powerful than a nation
of warlocks.  This was why the presence of a shaman on the island was
worrisome to Alaric.  The animal spirit was a message, a challenge maybe.
The shaman could possibly possess the power to kill him.

	Taking a hefty drink of his Lynchburg Lemonade, Alaric pondered
whether that was the shaman's objective.  Normally, he and his brothers
left each other alone.  If they ever encountered each other, they would
benignly acknowledge each other's existence and carry on.  But, this shaman
wasn't just acknowledging him.  It was an assurance that he himself knew
that he had been discovered.  Alaric knew that, because of the magnitude of
his power, his presence could be felt from afar within the dark nether.  It
was a perk of being part of the brotherhood.  They could sense each other,
regardless of whether they wanted to or not.

	For the next hour, he stared out to the ocean, thinking about what
he was going to do.  Was he to ignore it and enjoy his vacation?  It was an
option, but he bet the shaman had other plans.  If he ignored it, he risked
being caught while vulnerable, especially with young Jonathan as a
companion.  Was he to take action?  It seemed more plausible, but the
potential adversary had the advantage of discretion.  The shaman's presence
was most likely undetectable due to his meagerness in power.  It was a
detriment in combination with Alaric's gargantuan aura.  The sex fiend had
no way to conceal his own power.  Stealth was not exactly a demon's forte.
Nevertheless, he would look into the matter tomorrow.

	Alaric was forlorn in thought that he did not notice the balcony
door open and closing.  He did not hear the sound of feet splashing into
the water beside him.  "Look what she did!" Jon-O exclaimed profusely.  The
sudden bellow snapped Alaric out of his trance.  He turned his head and was
met with a hard pale cock throbbing inches from his face.  Jonathan was
naked in all his sexy glory and was slightly more inebriated.  The boy
playfully swung his manhood around, tantalizing the man's dark eyes.  "She
is such a tease!"

	The demon was saddened to see the magnificent manhood sink below
the steaming water as Jon-O took a seat beside him.  "What happened?"
Alaric asked.

	"Well, we were getting all hot and almost to the tipping point, but
then out of the blue she said she got to go because of her mom."  Jon-O
sighed in frustration.  "I bet she just wanted to give me blue balls for
the night.  Punishment for not bringing her with me. Ha!"

	"Hmmm, such a shame," Alaric commented, eying the ripped athlete up
and down.  He bit his lower lip.

	"What are you doing out here?" Jonathan asked.  "You've been out
here for a while."

	"Just thinking about what I want to do tomorrow," Alaric replied,
looking up at the starry sky.  "Hawaii has an alternative approach to
medicine known as shamanism.  It's more like a spiritual healing practice.
I was thinking about visiting one tomorrow morning.  You interested in
going with?"

	"You need spiritual healing?" Jon-O laughed.  "Are you sick?"

	"Well, no, but I am curious about the mysticism surrounding it."

	"If you're going to do it in the morning, you can count me out.
I'm on vacation.  I'm going to sleep until noon."

	"Good deal," Alaric said.  He noticed that Jon-O was stroking
himself lightly.  The boy was horny.  This was a golden opportunity.  "So,
what does this babe at home look like?"

	"Oh dude, she's so hot!  She has this slender body with soft skin.
She's brunette and her long hair just goes along the curve of her back.
Her ass is...ugh, you can bounce a quarter off that thing.  Her breasts are
34C.  I checked her bra while undoing it one time." His mind was apparently
racing.  His hand drifted back down to his erection.  "God, I can't believe
I still got a boner."

	"Okay, if your raging hormones are going to haywire throughout the
night, I think we should take care of it right now," Alaric said daringly.
"I don't want to go to bed and hear you whack it off in the middle of the
night."

	Jon-O made eye contact with him and took another gulp of the drink
he had in hand.  His eyes were burning with a valor and zeal that he had
not shown before.  "Do you want your kiss now?" He smiled and scooted
closer.

	"Soon," Alaric told him.  "I have another proposition for you.  One
where you won't go blue balls for much longer."

	"Oh?  And what is this proposition?"

	"I'll give you a blowjob," Alaric smirked.  Before Jon-O could
protest, he continued.  "But, since you're a pussy man, I think I know a
way to make it a reality without making you awkward.  In order for it to
work, you're going to have to trust me."

	"Okay, how?" Jon-O asked, confused.

	"Narrative role-playing," Alaric answered simply.  "Basically, you
will verbalize what you like, and I'll mirror it.  It's like story-telling
at camp, except it's an adult activity.  Come on, sit up on the edge of the
tub here."  He patted the spot beside him.  Jon-O did so.  His manhood
remained poking up, ready to play.  Alaric licked his lips at the sight of
the flesh that was about to go in his mouth.

	"You won't do anything else?" Jon-O said anxiously.

	"I promise," Alaric said assuredly.  "I will do only what you say.
Now, how this works is you'll close your eyes and pretend you're with a hot
girl of your choice.  She wants to pleasure you and is ready to go.  But,
she only has one rule: you can't touch her.  So, you have to keep your hand
to yourself at all times.  You'll narrate aloud what you'd like her to do
to you.  I will do those things while you do that and will follow the story
exactly how you say it.  Understand?"

	"Yeah, I guess," Jon-O said half-heartedly.

	"Come on, this will be fun," Alaric laughed.  "Now, close your
eyes."  Jon-O did.  "Imagine that one hot girl you've always wanted to get
down to business with.  There you go.  She's right here at your lap.  She's
ready to please you.  What does she do?"

	Jon-O's breath went heavy as his thoughts began to meld into his
horniness.  "She comes up and starts sucking on my neck."  Alaric moved up
slowly, careful not to make bodily contact with the boy.  He leaned in and
planted his mouth into the depths of the boy's moist neck.  He began to
suckle on the sweet flesh.  His dark eyes rolled back, his taste buds
enjoying the flavor of the salty skin.  The young stud gasped from the
initial sensation, then moaned as the demon expertly stimulated the nerves.
He almost lifted his hands to catch his head, but the good boy remembered
he couldn't do that.

	"Keep going," Alaric whispered faintly in the midst of licking the
curve beneath the boy's chin.

	"She makes her way down to my arm and worships my flexing muscles."
Jon-O lifted his right arm and flexed it.  Alaric trailed his wet tongue
across the shoulder and down to the biceps and began to kiss and lick it.
He looked down and saw Jon-O's cock pulsing.  After a few moments of muscle
reverence, Jon-O lowered his arm.  "Then she makes her way down to my
ripped torso and licks all of it while checking out my abs with her hands,"

	As he moved along his contours, Alaric could tell by Jon-O's
shivers that he was enjoying this.  He gently placed a hand on the
athlete's hard abdominals and massaged the rippling muscles as he salivated
over the ridges of his massive chest.  When he flicked his tongue over the
rose-colored nipples, Jon-O jerked violently, his breathing shaking from
the jolt of sensation he experienced.  When he took the nipple into his
mouth, Jon-O inhaled a sharp breath.  Alaric looked down to see the boy's
throbbing rod drenched in pre-cum.

	"Now she kisses her way down to my hard dick and licks the shaft
and balls."  Alaric hummed in contentment as he worked his way down to the
boy's stiff cock.  He sniffed the musky scent of Jon-O as he licked the
large orbs below the shaft.  He played with them, rolling them along his
wet tongue.  He then traveled up to the base of the shaft and licked up its
impressive length.  The hot flesh was engorged and pulsating beneath his
tongue.  He worked his tongue around the girth and the head, tasting the
sweet nectar of bodily fluid.

	"She puts it all in her mouth and sucks me dry," Jon-O panted.
Alaric expertly slipped the boy meat between his lips and impaled the shaft
into his throat.  "Oh fuck!" Jonathan cried when he felt the heat of
Alaric's mouth all the way down to his balls.  It took all of his might not
to grab the back of the older man's head.  Soon, Alaric began pumping the
steeled shaft, oscillating his head up and down all eight inches.  He
sucked, slurped, and swallowed the needy cock.  When the tempo became
faster, Jon-O held on tightly to the edge of the hot tub.  He arced his
head back and moaned loudly as the spur of climax approached.  "Ah!"
Without warning, he thrust the loaded sex-rifle back into his throat and
unleashed waves of fresh hot cum into it.  Alaric was unprepared for the
amount of his loads and gagged a bit before catching up on swallowing it
all.

	When the torrent subsided, Jon-O panted, his whole body flushed
with sweat and steam.  Alaric finished up by cleaning the boy's sodden
cockhead.  Before he could pull away, Jon-O quickly grabbed his face and
brought it to his own.  Their lips instantly met and they kissed.
Surprisingly, the boy parted his lips and allowed Alaric to stick his
tongue inside.  Their lingual instruments danced with each other intimately
for a bit.  They moaned as the heat of the moment brought their bodies
close together.  When the euphoria washed away, they separated and took in
deep breaths for needed air.

	"Wow," Jon-O sighed.  "I never had an orgasm that intense before."

	"It was very hot," Alaric chuckled, sitting back into the hot tub.
"You almost drowned me."

	"I'm going to sleep like a baby tonight," Jon-O laughed, joining
beside him.  "Thanks for the helping hand...or mouth, so to speak."

	"That's what friends are for."

	They enjoyed the hot tub for a little while longer before they
decided to turn in.  As Alaric was closing the balcony door behind him, the
crow from the beach landed on the rails.  Its eyes flashed angry red as it
stared bleakly at him.  Alaric growled and drew upon his demonic power,
glaring intensely at the animal spirit.  Instantaneously, the crow was
dispersed into nothingness.  It was definitely a challenge.  "Game on,
shaman," Alaric snarled.  "Game on."

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Now we're getting to some action!  Hope you enjoyed the scene!  Stay tuned
as it's Alaric's turn to be surprised by what's in store for him!

Jack [jackmate24@gmail.com]