Innocence to the Max

Story Prompt:
This boy wants it all: bondage, pain, punishments and rewards given to him by his first real crush. But he is so young and so confused; he's never done anything like that before. It doesn't help that the guy he's after is a vampire... (who in turn is secretly in love with the beautiful young man) ;) Please, help the boy tell his story! Thanks :)

Excerpt:

Francisco Aguilar, known as Cisco to his friends and family, sat in the passenger seat of his best friend’s car, staring out at the city of Mecosta passing by in a blur of color. It shouldn’t surprise him that he couldn’t figure out where he wanted to go or how he wanted to celebrate his sixteenth birthday. Cisco had been waiting for something to happen for as long as he could remember. He had no clue what he was waiting for, but whatever it was, it would change his world, that much he was sure of.

Growing up in the burbs just outside the city limits of Mecosta, he’d had the picture perfect version of an all-American childhood. He was an only child, raised by loving and doting parents. T-ball games at five, cub scouts, hated homework, he and Benny finding the same trouble that most young kids found, but there was always something missing. Cisco couldn’t explain it, he only knew deep inside, at his very core, that he was waiting.

“Any ideas where you want to go?” Benny asked as he turned down the radio.

They’d been driving around for the last hour and nothing had even sparked the slightest interest in Cisco. “I don’t know. Why don’t we head down to the strip and see if anything is going on?”

“Dude, nothing good ever goes down on the strip but trouble. I’m pretty sure that spending the night in jail or worse, the hospital, on your birthday isn’t what you had in mind.”

Cisco rolled his eyes at his best friend. Benny was the same age, but always acted as if he was his protector or something. Partly due to their personalities. Benny was outgoing and loud, while he tended to be a little more reserved, quiet. The other part, he was sure, stemmed from the fact that at sixteen, Benny was already pushing six foot and his frame was large and thick, while Cisco was celebrating reaching five foot four and a whopping one hundred and ten pounds.

You’re a fricken runt! Yeah, well the birthday wish of a couple inches and twenty pounds had obviously been ignored right along with the wish for a 2007 Camaro convertible concept, wrapped in Hugger Orange pearl tri-coat paint with twin gunmetal gray sport stripes.

“C’mon Benny, we’re not going to get in any trouble,” he promised. “I just like watching the people down there. We won’t even get out of the car.”

“Yeah okay, just lock your door.”

Cisco rolled his eyes at his friend again, but he complied with the demand and hit the lock on his door. “Happy?”

“Not really,” Benny huffed. But he turned the music back up, The Fray blasting through the speakers as he turned the car toward the downtown area.

They’d just pulled up at a light on the corner of Martin Luther King Boulevard and Ninth Street trying to decide which direction to go, when Cisco turned to stare out the window and, in the blink of an eye, knew it hadn’t been what but whom he had been waiting for his whole life. Leaning against a doorframe, partially hidden in the shadows stood a tall, broad shouldered man, dressed in tight black leather pants, black thigh-high boots and a white, elegantly ruffled, nobleman’s shirt. His face was lost in the shadows, but Cisco could feel the man staring at him, looking inside him. A chill ran down his spine and his skin tingled as he felt the man’s gaze as a soft touch against his skin. Drawn to the stranger, Cisco’s breath hitched, heart raced and he felt compelled to leave the car and go to him. Mine, a voice whispered inside his head like smoke swirling, touching every part of him, the meaning elusive, difficult to understand and eluding capture.

Before he had the chance to leave the car, his trembling hand still reaching for the door handle, the light turned green and Benny stomped on the gas.