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Donnie already regretted not having brought a bigger weapon. The woods were eerily creepy in the dead of night. He had managed to secure a large piece of wood, which he swung a few times like a bat. It had nails at one end and he was not sure what it had been a part of. It didn't matter. It was his only weapon.

He looked back for a moment at the house before heading into the woods, on his errand. He needed to backtrack Dave's footsteps and make sure no one was coming. His hero instincts kicked in and his common sense rolled out of the window.

The path was easy to follow; Dave had been limping all the way from the river. Despite the lack of artificial light, the moon glow was sufficient for Donnie to make it to the water. He saw the footsteps coming out of the river, and realized that the young boy had indeed told the truth. There had been no one else. Relieved, Donnie turned around to head back to the cabin, some distance from there.

All of a sudden, his attention was drawn to a figure emerging from the woods, the large slumbering form of a man, moving inexorably towards him. Feeling the bravado kick in, Donnie swung the bat in its direction. The head rolled a little, but barely budged. By the time Donnie recovered from his massive swing, the thing was already on top of him. Donnie fell back, trying to retreat, but his foot got caught in roots and he fell onto his back.

As the figure descended over him in the darkness, he saw the strangest sight he had ever seen. The man-creature's shaft, a thing of unnatural size, was descending upon him, in an almost supernatural fashion. Donnie tried to scream, but as he opened his mouth, the shaft entered it, pushing itself hard down on his throat.

Donnie had never experienced any form of homosexual activity before; his first reaction was panic, as he tried to retreat, but he could not pull away. A strange numbness was overcoming him, and the shaft had a unique taste, something almost sweet. His resistance quickly dulled, and he began sucking on it, sucking hard and long, unable to contain himself, yet unable to understand what was going on. As he sucked the undead member, he pulled out his own from his pants and started to jack off. He sucked as hard as he could, wanting for some obscure reason for the creature to release into his mouth; but nothing came, and Donnie kept sucking, suffocating himself with the large shaft as he brought himself to orgasm. He shot his load into the surrounding woods, and all of a sudden, darkness overcame him. Air was rare in his lungs, but he could not stop sucking.

A cold, encroaching feeling overcame him, and the darkness swept into his mind and his brain, as he suffocated on the thing's shaft, falling deeper and deeper under, into his final rest, after a final climax.

Jorge, on the other hand, felt no satisfaction when the man collapsed dead at his feet. His unnatural senses searched the woods, and detected two different odors in the vicinity. There were hormones in the night, and they beckoned to him.