In Part 1, Peter made the acquaintance of a European stranger at the Boston Eagle. He overcame his reservations and left the bar with him, although he had not felt entirely in control of his faculties or movements. They taxied to a dark place near the southeast end of Boston Common that Peter had observed as a teenager.
By Dudley Jarvis-North
My head whirred with strange images -- flying objects circled the candles to my right and left, making the flames flicker and almost die out. There seemed to be a gray gauze over my face making it hard to see. I could hear symphonic music -- an organ playing but there was no organ to be seen. When I looked down at my body, I was naked, although I had no memory of removing my clothing. My body was hairy; my 6-inch cock rose in a semi-erection.
I should have felt a measure of fear, but this experience reminded me of an acid trip, an immersion into a strange reality.
In front of me, Aleksandr had removed his cloak. He lifted both hands, palms up, and I felt myself rise upward a few feet in the air. I was suspended, but in no way panicky. I had opened myself up to this and I accepted that it would play out.
I looked down at my crotch and felt Aleksandr's hand wrapped around my penis. I began to get harder. My ascent put him at eye level with my crotch. He concentrated on manipulating my hardening cock with his long fingers.
"It is beautiful," he finally said, after closely inspecting me. As he ran his finger around the helmet cap, he said, "It is different from those in my country. There is no skin covering the head. The tip stands proudly free."
He moved his lips onto my cock and embraced the head. His mouth felt cold -- almost as if he had an ice cube in his mouth. He began to suck on just the head as he made noises savoring me. As I felt precum escape, he made oohing sounds. "You taste like ambrosia, and I am very hungry," he said before taking the head all the way into his mouth. His tongue brushed my shaft. It felt like no other tongue I have ever felt on my cock. It seemed to have nubs or perhaps barbs of some kind that scratched the skin. His tongue felt as if it was tickling me while also causing pain. He was ravenous in his attention to my penis.
Then his ministrations changed. Suddenly, I felt his teeth scraping against the circumcised head. I was going to say, "watch the teeth" when I felt a sharp pain. His teeth had pierced the head of my cock as he pulled me by my ass cheeks closer to him.
He seemed like a wild animal with its teeth gnawing at its prey. He made a growling noise as he drew blood from my penis. I could actually smell my blood when he paused and opened his mouth. I could see his long incisors covered in red. At this I became frightened. I wondered how much blood he would drain. Would I die from losing too much? As he worked me for several minutes, I wondered if this tomb would become my own.
Then he stopped, and I was grateful.
Aleksandr stepped back and raised his hands again, but this time with palms down. I slowly began to move downward until my feet hit the ground.
His face looked different. Gone was the blue-gray pallor I had first seen at the Eagle. His skin was pink and seemed to glow. The little blue veins were gone. His lips were no longer a gray shade, but a robust red. His eyes looked brighter. He had lost the mournful expression. He was smiling.
