GFD: Hard to Believe


by True Fan

It’s hard to believe it’s been almost fifty years since I came into darkness. I wasn’t what many would consider a good person. I was one of those who looked for boys to satisfy my own needs. Little did I know that one night the hunter became the hunted.

My Sire. To me he seemed to be a young boy of around twelve. I met him on Navy pier one night as he was sitting there watching people go by. He looked like he was alone. The perfect target for someone like me. I’d seen him there in that same spot every night for a week when I finally approached him. When I did he played the part perfectly, the innocent pre-teen who had no idea what was going to happen.

Marshall. That’s the name he told me. We got to talking and things were going well. Eventually, I asked if he wanted to take a walk with me and he was eager to do so. We walked down the pier a distance when out of the blue he took my hand. It was cold but the night was chilly so I thought nothing of it. We walked to the end of the pier.

Marshall looked up at me and said, “I know a place we can go where it’s not cold and we can be alone, will you come with me?” Music to my ears. He showed me to an abandoned building some blocks from the pier. As we entered it seemed as if many people stayed there but the place was empty. This was not surprising since the evening was still young. I wanted there to be nobody there, nobody who would be able to identify me.

Marshall and I sat and cuddled. I love cuddling with a young boy. I noticed the build of his body and I was quite aroused by him. He wrapped his arms around my neck and laid his head on my shoulder. I could feel his breath on my neck.

The next thing I felt was pain. The pain of him biting into my neck. I could feel the blood oozing from the wound and I could hear him drinking my blood. A short time passed and I must have blacked out.

I woke up confused. Standing around me were several youths. The oddest part of them were their eyes. They were glowing. One turned his head and yelled, “He’s awake.”

Next thing I noticed was Marshall standing over me, naked. His eyes glowing, his penis erect. It was then I noticed that I was naked as well. I felt my neck and found the skin unblemished. Marshall mounted my erection straddling my neck. As he lowered himself onto me he explained what had happened. I was now born into darkness, he was my sire. He explained to me what would need to happen for me to survive. When you think of it it’s the perfect solution for a man like me. Perpetually in my mid-twenties, my boy, my Sire, perpetually twelve.