His eyes were fixed on the pounding fuck on the TV as he beat off, when suddenly he felt the cum burst free within him. He barely had time to move the...hankie up to cover his peehole when the orgasm took control, squeezing his eyes shut as the jism boiled out of him.When the young boy opened his eyes a few seconds later, he was disappointed to see only a tablespoonful or so of gooey white stuff in his hankie. It was a split-second later that he realized he could see it so clearly because the. James chuckled.We ordered steaks and baked potatoes that came loaded with everything. I ate like the growing boy I was. James sipped scotch. Grace drank white wine. I quaffed IBC Root Beer and smiled at Grace. Her eyes shined and she returned my smile."You're living a little, little brother," she said. "And I'm getting a kick out of how much you're enjoying our vacation." Likewise," I said."I have a question," James said. "It's personal and probably out of line, but I feel compelled to ask it. They were topped with crinkley brown areolas and nice pencil sized nipples that got hard and long when boys played with them. One boy wanted to suck them, but she didn't let him. She was saving that for Jack ... this year.Then there was Bob. He was a counselor at Acting Camp. He was a good acting coach, but mostly the girls liked him because he was handsome, and he always told the girls how beautiful they were, and what fantastic actresses they were.But what they liked best was that he acted. When she awoke, her Sire had instructions for her. She texted Damien, lulling him into false security as she returned to their home to prepare her trap. Damien's soul howled as the darkness bled into him.And then the hunger arose.In his dark dreams, Damien's mouth watered for blood. As his body was reborn into unlife, the coppery scent of his own blood, still staining the now cold water of the bathtub, tickled his nose. He yearned to feel the hot pulse of a human's artery beneath his lips right.