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story codes: (m/b, oral, anal)   
style: contemporary-fantasy



" Through every forest, above the trees.
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees.
I drink the honey inside your hive.
You are the reason I stay alive. " -NIN


THIRST     by DEBONAIR
Excerpt from an anonymous diary

--- July 11 ---

   The weirdest thing about this country sanatorium is the kids...
They don't look sick!

   Oh, they are pale and rachitic, assuredly in bad shape. But 
otherwise, I'm always inclined to think the contrary seeing them 
cavort in their colorful pajamas.

   In the morning, the gang of ten boys kicks a soccer ball in the 
sterile hallways. Their screams of joy blare out through the walls 
of the hospital. Then, they spend hours playing hide and seek in 
the maze of rooms and passages. None of the kids go outside. 
Probably because of a UV rays allergy? 

   For that matter, the windows are painted black to protect them 
from the sun. It is quite peculiar. Fools would surely believe they
are vampires. Lovely leeches draining the regional blood bank to a 
record low!

   Maybe? 

   I don't want to ask too many questions. I'm just a gardener 
after all. Lawns and plants are my domain, not medicine. The lady 
doctor in charge of the establishment seems to know what she's 
doing.

   She pays me surprisingly well to tend the vast gardens behind 
the sanatorium. The workload is staggering. Thankfully, I'm not 
alone. There are six full-time employees here. Sturdy men in the 
prime of life, a few illegal immigrants: an Albanian and a Mexican 
fellow. I get along well with the group and enjoy the amenities. 
Our bedrooms on the top floor are sumptuous and the food is simply 
fantastic.

  Can't complain about anything. That's for sure. Ever since I've 
been hired last week, I am treated like a V.I.P. customer at a 
grand hotel! This gig turned out better than I could ever imagine.
However, I can't get rid of this bizarre impression nagging me... 
Can't really put my finger on it. Let's just say, all this seems to
good to be true...

   I think the behavior of the ill children is the source of my 
mistrust. Whenever I go inside to grab a drink, there are always a 
few of them lurking in the shadows. They leer at me with their 
creepy piercing eyes and ashen faces. They throw me diabolic smiles
that expose their sharp little teeth. I can't deny it makes my skin
crawl, especially the way they communicate with a secret language.
No wonder their families chose to forsake them and never visit.

   All of the young patients have a disquieting particularity. One 
of them licks his lips constantly and scratches his elbows. Another
one climbs on my lap as soon as I take a seat. He suckles his thumb
in a manner that can only be considered, well... obscene.

   Hugo, the youngest of the boys at seven, sketches dicks. I am 
always mesmerized by his little blond head diligently leaning above
his work. He wears round glasses which give him the appearance of a
pint-sized professor. His miniature fingers hold the pencil 
clumsily as he fills up a multitude of scrapbooks with one subject,
dicks and more dicks. The drawings are coarse and naive, similar to
the graffiti you see on the walls of public restrooms. All dicks, 
limp or hard, circumcised or uncut, with hairy balls or smooth. 
Sometimes, he adds small circles next to the glans to simulate a 
spurt of spunk! 

    Strange little one...

   "You like my drawrings?" he asked me once.

   "Erh...yes. It's pretty," I babbled. 

   The tyke beamed, utterly ecstatic that someone showed an 
interest in his masterpieces...


--- July 14 ---

   I probably shouldn't be writing this down. My hand is shaking so
much that I can barely attach the letters together. But for some 
reason, I feel compelled to have a record, if only to remind myself
it actually happened. From now on, this journal shall be kept under
lock and key.

   For this evening, Hugo, the budding pornographic artist, grabbed
my wrist and dragged me forcefully. I followed the blond angel pass
the swinging doors of the sanatorium's kitchen. At this time, the 
staff had gone home and only a dim security light illuminated the 
stainless steel counters. The little boy lured me to a corner.

   "What do you want, Hugo?" I demanded.

   "Look," he whispered, lowering his pajama bottom to the knees. 
With two fingers, he pinched his tiny erection and glanced up.

   "You are a naughty one," I chuckled, peering at his small 
genitals.

   He nodded enthusiastically.

   My eyes scanned the kitchen as the fear of being discovered with
a half-naked child hastened my pulse. When I returned my attention
to the boy, he was pulling down the zipper of my jeans.

   "What are you doing?" I said, feigning shock. Obviously, the boy
deemed he deserved a peek once he had showed his. A simple case of
childish curiosity. "Do you want to see my dick to make a drawing?"

   "Yes, please," he peeped politely.

   Without giving it much thought, I unsnapped the top button of my
jeans. The youngster was so adorable that I couldn't possibly 
refuse him this harmless request?

    "Just one quick look, ok?" I smiled. "For the sake of art!"

   Hugo grinned and  scooted closer. I took out my package, letting
the kid get an eyeful. It was right at the level of his button 
nose. His eyes widened in wonderment behind the lens of his 
glasses. The little pervert gawked at my dangling meat a while and 
started to study it from every angle. He weighed my ballbag in the
palm of his hand. He twisted my limp dong with his sticky fingers 
and sniffed. 

   His explorative manipulations provoked a most unwelcome 
reaction. My prick inflated like a balloon! I blushed and fidgeted,
embarrassed to sport a raging hard-on in front of the innocent 
child.

   "Are you done, now? Enough?" I said, losing my patience.

   "It's sooo big!" Hugo cooed and squeezed the shaft. "I'm 
thirsty," he declared.

   The next instant, his mouth pounced on the side of my cock and 
nibbled up along it! He opened his mouth wide to gobble up a good 
portion of my straining pole. I looked around the kitchen 
nervously, sweating bullets. This was nuts! The satiny lips slid on
my rigid flesh again and again. Right from the get go, the imp 
sucked my cock better than any of my girlfriends!

   "You're really good at this, but leave Mr. Johnson alone. It's 
not a game for little kids," I indicated to him.

   The stubborn rascal persisted in giving me a blowjob. One of his
hands kneaded my balls. The other gripped my cock firmly. My 
stomach knotted, I stared at him going down steady on my cock, with
admittedly, a perplexed contentment. 

   "Holy cow! Hot damn!" I cried out, and prayed no one had heard 
me, knowing that if I got caught, I would be fired on the spot! But
at that point, the pleasure was so strong that reason had no grasp 
on a man's will. 

   My hand instinctively breezed to the nape of the kid's neck to 
slow him down. Hugo continued to bob his head, trying to shove as 
much meat as he could in his moist little mouth. The blowjob turned
sloppy. He drooled all over my cock. Once in a while, he cleaned it
up. His tongue raced up and down the length to collect the trails 
of spit. Then he sucked again with a renewed appetite. 

   My mind reeled seeing his skilful slurping. I kept reminding 
myself that he was seven-years-old. That he could be my son! The 
grotesque image of his narrow mouth filled to capacity with my 
swollen flesh rattled me to the core. Weak at the knees, I fell 
back on my ass.

   Hugo giggled and crawled in the vee of my legs. His fist wrapped
around my glistening phallus and he stroked the base while nibbling
on the head. Right then, the small boy looked like a pale fiendish
creature with an insatiable hunger, kneeling there between my hairy
thighs and playing merrily with my cock.

   "Mmmm, I like sucking your dick," he chirped a candid admission,
adjusting the spectacles on his nose.

   "Ohh shit! You really wanna do this, huh? Then suck it good! 
Yes, suck my big cock! Ohhhhhhrrrr fuck!" I ranted and raved. Hugo 
slipped my pole between his lips again. The relentless assault of 
his little mouth was absolutely divine. I trashed on the floor, 
enraptured by the voluptuous waves of pleasure.

   My moans became plaintive as the blond boy pumped my cock with 
the clear intention of making me climax. Cheeks hollow, he siphoned
 prodigiously. I couldn't tame the wild river of pleasure any 
longer. My balls contracted and my cock spit out a first jet of 
seed on his palate. Contrary to what I expected, Hugo kept my 
erection in his mouth, holding it there with both hands. He 
swallowed the squirts one after the other!

   I groaned like a motor staring at the boy gulping down my sperm.
Not a single drop of the abundant sauce escaped his greediness. The
storm of my orgasm ebbed gently. I felt the sexual tension loosen 
its clamp on my muscles.

   Hugo suckled my prick a while more. He forsook it only when the 
flesh started to soften and bend. A slimy grin formed at once on 
his lips and I've yet to regain my composure since...


--- July 15 ---

   Today was another eventful day. The lady doctor convened me 
early this morning. I dreaded the appointment with Mrs. Peterson, 
imagining the worst. The bad vibes were compounded by an 
altercation that occurred on the way to her office. One of my 
colleagues accosted me. It was the Albanian fellow, the one who's 
bigger than a fridge! He brandished his hedge shears and threatened
me. 

   "You!" he barked. "I'm gonna kill you if you touch Hugo again.
Hugo's MY buddy!" 

   I pretended not to understand. In any event, it would have been
delicate to reveal to him that the kid was one hell of a pervert 
who lured men in a dark corner... 

   "Hey, I don't give a shit about YOUR buddy, " I retorted and 
fled the scene.

   In Mrs. Peterson's office, my heart beat like a drum. The 
austere woman eyed me behind her glasses. Her lips were pinched and
the folds on her forehead betrayed the gravity of the conversation 
we were about to undertake. 

   She leaned back on her chair and said, "You must have noticed 
that the patients here are not like any others? "

   "Erh... yes, a little," I shared my suspicions.

   "I'm afraid I haven't been totally honest when I hired you," she
sighed.

   "How?" I asked.

   "The job requires much more than taking care of the gardens,"

   The unexpected turn of our exchange surprised me. But, I was 
relieved it didn't revolve around the previous evening's... 
incident.

   "The children here suffer from a rare disease," Mrs. Peterson 
continued. "A disease called phortyria. This affliction is caused 
by a hormonal deficiency linked to phosphorus. The appropriate 
combination of these two elements can only be found in human sperm
and-"
   
   "You're kidding me?" I interrupted her.
  
   "Not at all. The boys of this sanatorium are hypersensitive to 
the sun. They are also oversexed and can die if they do not 
consume fresh semen on a regular basis," she looked at me 
seriously. "Therefore, I need you in order to balance the 
metabolism of my patients."

   "This is totally nuts!" I chuckled stupidly.

   "Your skepticism is understandable but I assure you it's the 
truth," she affirmed. "When they become men, the males affected by
this disorder can take care of themselves but as children they are 
helpless and vulnerable. So this hospital plays a very important 
role."

  "I can imagine," I said.

  "Will you help me out?" she asked bluntly.
 
   I shrugged my shoulders. "Why not?"

   "Ok then," she livened up, spreading a set of photographs in 
front of me. "These patients are available to be matched with an 
adult. Which one do you prefer?"

   I examined the shots of the five naked little boys and veered my
eyes away, still taken aback by the lady doctor's exposé. 

   "Erh... I dunno, really." 

   "Which one turns you on the most?" she winked.

   I blushed brightly and paused to reflect on the unusual 
question. "The five of 'em are cute." I muttered and quickly added,
"You know I like women..."

   "Of course!" she threw me a pretentious look, as if I was being 
silly. 

   "What's gonna happen to the ones I don't pick? Will they die?" I
inquired.

   "Oh no, don't worry about that. The other gardeners will gladly
make sure that doesn't happen."

   "I see," 

   "May I suggest Julian," she pointed to the redhead. "He's nine-
years-old. He's a docile child, very receptive to physical contact.
I'm positive he will be able to satisfy all your desires. I insist
on the word all"

   I nodded and smiled. "Let's go with Julian then..."

   "Please know, Sir, that your contribution and your discretion 
will be greatly appreciated," she concluded.
  
   Here I am now, pondering if I've not lost my mind. 


--- July 16 ---

   Tonight, when I retired to my vast suite, the patient that Mrs.
Peterson had matched with me was sitting on the bed, awaiting my 
arrival. His red pajamas lay at his bare feet. I deposited my keys
slowly on the dresser, suddenly bewildered by the stark reality of
the singular arrangement.

   "Hey, you must be Julian?" I said. "Are you here for your 
treatment?"

   "Yes Mister, I'm thirsty," he answered softly.

   "You are, huh," I mumbled, studying the nude child. His 
emaciated frame displayed a cadaverous lividness. He resembled a 
candle with that unruly tuft of orange hair on his head! 

   I stripped out of my clothes nonchalantly, expecting him to have
an adverse reaction. But the boy remained there watching me 
undress. I joined him on the mattress and tentatively touched his 
little body. His translucent skin was so silky. My hand descended
on his leg to the ball of his heel. He leaned forward and draped 
himself over me. The contrast of my muscular hairy frame against 
his, fragile and smooth, was unsettling.

   Mrs. Peterson had not lied. The redhead purred in my arms. His 
pricklet stiffened. Within a minute, I got a raging hard-on too 
caressing his sexy little butt, the only part of his dainty frame 
with any plumpness.

   "I'm not used to this. You'll have to be very naughty if you 
want me to quench your thirst," I informed him.

   "Yes, I will be very very naughty," he said.

   I kissed his stomach and went down at his feet to suckle his 
charming toes, unaware of what kind of foreplay little boys 
preferred. Julian chuckled. I licked my way up the inside of his 
thighs, gobbled up his little package and twirled my tongue around
the tender flesh.

   This sparked Julian to life as he shifted into a 69 position. He
raised his knee and climbed on top of me, positioning his crotch 
over my eyes. The satyr gripped the base of my cock and traced the
length with his tongue, from the bottom to the top, where he made 
it dance on the head. My adult prick didn't seem to disconcert him.
He began to suck it with gusto.

   Meanwhile, I licked his little balls and rigid pecker. Julian 
bobbed his head faster on my cock. The ardor of the nine-year-old
kid stupefied me once again. He kept stuffing his mouth, nearly 
engulfing my entire phallus. His lips were stretched to thin lines
around the shaft.

   Seeing that the kid was a hot little number emboldened me. I 
parted his buttocks and darted the tip of my tongue on his pink 
asshole. The minuscule orifice quivered. With small swipes, I 
moistened the pucker and slipped my index finger in the middle. The
tight ring clutched it like the mouth of a starved baby. Right 
then, I knew I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of banging
that boy.

   Julian let out a high-pitched moan, half stifled by the meat 
lodged in his throat. In his eyes, I noticed he recognized that the
attention I gave to his behind wasn't accidental. I fingered his 
hole a good while to prepare him for what I had in mind, still 
watching his hungry mouth devour my drooling cock. 

   "We need to do something else if you want to have a lot to 
drink," I indicated to him. "Ever had a dick up your butt?"

   "Yes," the kid said. "Mr. Carlton sticks his wiener up my butt 
when I'm thirsty." 

   "Lay down and pull back your legs."

    I hopped out of the bed. In a drawer of the dresser, I located
a bottle of lotion I had noticed earlier. The substance was perfect
to lubricate my cock generously. My glistening hard-on wagged left
and right coming back to the boy.

   The obedient redhead had already rolled himself into a ball. He
held his short legs in the air under the knees, exposing his cute 
rosebud. I approached and put the tip of my cock on the target. The
anticipation of the tightest fuck of my life made me shiver.

   "Loosen up," I instructed, applying some pressure. 

   "Ouuuuwoah!" Julian exclaimed.

   His sphincter rebelled and compressed my cock head. Nonetheless,
I persevered, sinking slowly inside, admiring the cute grimaces 
appearing on the freckled face of my frail partner. Halfway in, I
waited until he got accustomed to my invasion. The sight of my fat 
cock crammed between his small globes intensified my lust.

   "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I demanded.

   "No," Julian exhaled. "I'm used to this treatment now."

   After a while, our merged bodies relaxed. The wrinkles on 
Julian's forehead vanished altogether. I grabbed his ankles and 
started to fuck him, looking straight into his eyes.

   "Urgh! It's very big!!" he remarked. 

   "You bet," I said, bucking my hips, trying to find a good groove
into his small ass. 

   The solid lunges began to shake his body. He whined and wrapped
his arms around my neck. I bounced increasingly faster on the boy,
hearing his wheezy squeals. A quick readjustment and his folded
body absorbed the force of my strokes.

   "Uhhhghh! Ugghh! Uhhhggh!" he cried out on every thrust.

   "Orrrhh Yess, Here we go! Orrhhhhhh You're so damn tight!" I 
groaned, telling myself I needed to control the urge otherwise I 
wouldn't be able to last long! The narrow channel strangled my cock
like an iron fist. I slowed the cadence. It would have been a 
disaster to waste the precious medicine in his guts! 

   For a moment, Julian gurgled comically and masturbated to the 
repetitive lulling rhythm. He stared blankly at my cock sliding 
back and forth in the distended ring of his anus. When it was 
buried fully inside his rectum, he grunted and bit his lower lip. 
I pulled out, eager to try him from behind.

   "Turn around," I said.

   Without my cock up his backside, Julian regained some zest. He 
flipped on all four and raised his bottom. The provocative position
was worthy of a porn magazine.

   "Like this, Mister?" he made sure I was satisfied.

   "Yes, spread your buns so that I can stick my dick in your hole
easily."

   Julian obeyed the command. He pulled the left mound with his 
tiny hand and exposed his dilated anus. "Do it really fast, I'm
thirsty."

   I aligned myself and speared into him. Grabbing his waist, I 
planted my cock deeply. Right away, I began fucking him in earnest.
Julian collapsed on his elbows and bawled in the pillow, 
"Mmangggnh Mmmmgannghn!"

   My hands moved to his shoulders. That way, I could drag him to 
me, plough deeper into his bowel. His thin body froze while I 
stabbed him harder and harder with my steely erection.

   "Uggh! Ughhh! Mister! Ugh!" Julian lamented.

   "Ohhhh Yess! Ohhrr! We're gonna make lotsa good medicine 
together, lotsa good medicine!" I repeated incessantly.

   "Uggh! Do it fast! Do it fast!" the kid pestered me.

   "You want that big cock in your butt, huh? You want it, huh?" I
grumbled. "Get ready, here it comes!"

   "Yes! Yes please!" he screamed.
   
   Drowning in the euphoria of the moment, I lunged at full speed.
My thick rod pumped his lil' white ass as if he was a filthy two 
dollar whore I'd picked up on the street. My hipbone collided with
his buttocks. The bed creaked and banged against the wall!

   Julian hollered and begged me to give him his due, "Arrgh! I'm 
thirsty ! I'm thirrrssty!"

   "Yes, yes, it's coming! It's coming!" I reassured him, focusing
on the gratifying task of thrusting my cock in his clasping 
asshole. 

   For ten more minutes, I succeeded in delaying my orgasm, but I
was sodomizing the little redhead with such ferocity that the 
pleasure became unbearable. All of a sudden, his asshole tightened
around my erection. I felt the pulsing current of his boyish cum. 
He screamed like a girl and trembled in my grasp.

   "OHHH! That's it! I'm gonna cum Julian! Yesss!" I yelled, 
delivering a few final thrusts.

   By then, my balls were heavy and full of remedy. I pulled out of
the kid's ass quickly. Julian pivoted immediately, his mouth gaping
open, ready to receive the salutary beverage. I aimed for the 
cavity. The powerful jets of my ejaculation flooded his tongue. 
Some spurts soiled the contours of his mouth. 

   "ORhhh! ORGhgh!" Orgghh!" I groaned discharging the burden of 
cream.

   The glutton swallowed the load and opened up again for the next 
blasts of semen. They were weaker but thicker and more nourishing.

   In the end, the small patient wiped the seed off his face and 
licked his fingers. I watched him delight in eating my sperm, happy
to have done my duty. The dose seemed to do the trick. Already, he
gained some color. His cheeks turned from white to a rosy shade.

   He let out a sigh of relief and smiled. "Thank you! I feel 
better."

   I leaned over and kissed the top of his head. "As long as I'm
here, I promise that you'll always be in great health..."


THE END.