[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]father jerking himself over his mother, who
feigned sleep. He hadn’t thought about her for
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years and he felt the tears on his face at her
memory.
She had a difficult marriage with Thiago’s
father, a coarse, sometimes brutal, man who
wanted sex constantly. Her only escape was sleep.
His father didn’t care. He’d stick his cock into her
even as she slept on the sofa, which was where
Thiago saw them.
Thiago didn’t find the sight of his friends’ cocks
repulsive though. In summer when they swam in
the river or the ocean, he found himself
mesmerized by other guys’ cocks. He wasn’t
supposed to want their touch…to crave their
beauty. The man who had been following him
showed up there. Thiago had seen him before, but
couldn’t say where. Before he’d even seen him on
the street, he’d been aware of him.
He promised me pleasure…the secret of happiness. I
was too frightened to do anything that night. I didn’t
take down the garlic or the cross. He left in disgust and
I wept, because I thought I would never see him again.
Thiago was spared no mercy from the past as
he remembered going to confession. His father
had nailed his windows shut and the man from
the street did not come back. Thiago’s father sent
him to confession every afternoon after school. He
was forbidden to play soccer.
The priest was not attractive, but he liked
Thiago. He invited him to supper and Thiago
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liked food. Some days his family had none. Some
days, his father stole potatoes from one of the
neighbor’s gardens. He remembered being so
hungry and the smell of soup.
He’d eaten and the priest watched him. He’d
taken Thiago into his living room and he hadn’t
minded when the priest asked him if he played
with himself. He answered no. Then the priest
asked him if he wanted to look at some
magazines. They were all photographs of naked
men. One photo showed one man with his cock in
another man’s mouth.
I remember I thought it was the most beautiful
thing, how happy the man with the cock in his mouth
looked.
“Would you like me to do this to you?” the
priest asked.
“Yes.” Thiago’s shame evaporated quickly as
the priest undid Thiago’s pants. The older man’s
eyes glowed as he traced his jeweled fingers across
Thiago’s crotch, pulling down his underpants. He
held Thiago’s cock in his hand.
“It’s so perfect. You are perfect.”
Thiago felt a stirring in his loins he’d never felt
before. The priest kissed his cockhead, making
him jump. He watched the older man circle the tip
with his tongue. It shocked him. Thiago knew it
was wrong for the priest to be doing this, but he
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wanted to be like the men in the picture. The
priest liked it when Thiago’s cock grew hard.
The priest started to lick and suck Thiago’s cock
and he watched the priest intently, astonished at
how his cock had a mind of its own, tilting at the
other man’s mouth. The priest wasn’t good
looking. Thiago just wasn’t attracted to him. It
wasn’t until his gaze fixed on the two men in the
photo that he really started to feel aroused.
That’s where I saw the man from my bedroom! In
the photo! He was the one sucking the other man’s
cock! I remember now!
Thiago had enjoyed the first sensations of
orgasm. He enjoyed the way the priest toyed with
the sensitive head of his cock. He tried so hard to
get the whole shaft in the priest’s mouth. He
stroked my balls and asked me if I liked it. He saw
himself now, staring down, fascinated as the priest
knelt between his legs. The room reverberated
with the sounds of the three o’clock bell chiming
from the church tower above them. It somehow
added to the bewitching, illicit moment. He came
hard for the priest, who crowed with pleasure.
The priest told Thiago that he loved his big,
thick cock, which had always embarrassed the
teenager. Thiago’s father, when he once glimpsed
him naked, had laughed saying, “Thiago, you will
bring some lucky woman to her knees trying to
tame that thing.”
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The priest asked him to come back the next
afternoon. He fell on his knees as soon as Thiago
got into his living room. Thiago wanted the
magazine again, but the priest said no. Thiago
didn’t come that time, but enjoyed what the older
man did to him. He raced home and with the
memory of the photograph in his mind, came in
his own hand. He removed all the nails in the
boards of his window.
That night, the man from the magazine came.
He took more than Thiago’s virginity. He took his
life. For three long days, he took his time turning
Thiago.
He had gone from bliss, to hell and back again.
For three days, Thiago’s father thought his son
was dying. The only time Thiago felt alive was at
night with the man fucking him,
sucking
him…and then he took him away and made
Thiago a whore.
Thiago loved Dennis. His hatred of humans
had been misguided. He realized now that the
man who turned him was the worst kind of
vampire. He traded on love. And he traded on a
teenager’s loneliness.
He forced himself awake.
“Okay,” he said, rousing both Dennis and Rory
from sleep, “we need to go, now! Move.”
Dennis stared at him. “I never knew you liked
soccer.”
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Shit! He saw my dream!
Dennis took his face in his hands. “I love you,
Thiago.”
“I love you, too.” Thiago’s voice cracked and
his heart broke. “I never want to be without you.”
He never saw the man from the magazine again
once Blane had control of him. He realized now
that Carden wanted him to remember so that he
could protect Dennis, protect what they had.
There must be no boundaries between them.
“Did you like the priest?” Dennis asked. He
sounded so hurt.
“No. Only what he did to me.”
“I like doing that to you,” Dennis said, his grin
big and goofy.
“You better like it. It belongs to you now.”
Dennis’ hand strayed to Thiago’s cock, which
quickened at his touch. God, nobody made him
feel like this, except this wonderful, kooky guy.
They exchanged a quick kiss, Thiago aware of
Carden in his head. He moved away from his
lover’s hand.
Go now. Quickly.
As he hustled Rory and Dennis out of the cave
and led them through a path deep into the woods,
he began to recite something. “And the streets
shall run with blood and the ice shall melt. And all
atrocities shall be put to rest. And peace shall be
restored in the land…”
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Rory stared at Thiago as they reached the
clearing. Dennis fell to his knees. “I can’t go on,”
he moaned. “I’m all cramped up and—”
Thiago put a finger to his lips. “Wait,” he
hissed. He reached out and a sharp squeal echoed
around them. At Dennis’ feet lay a dead rabbit.
“Drink,” he said. “Drink now.”
Rory turned away, his stomach feeling quite
faint.
“You shall have all you need,” Thiago told him,
“soon.”
Dennis feasted on the rabbit, announcing a few
minutes later, “That was disgusting.”
“But you feel better?” Thiago insisted.
“Yes,” he muttered. “I’m okay now.”
They reached a hill and began to descend. The
sun was rising and Rory placed a hand on
Thiago’s arm. “The sun.”
“We’ll be all right. There it is,” he pointed.
Rory narrowed his eyes. Across the field was a
train track. “A train?”
“No. We cross the tracks. We reach the ocean.
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