"Gay Vampire Story, Part Two" By Jay Roberts Gay Sci Fi/Fantasy
As I put miles between me and apple boy the monotony of the single lane highway began to make me sleepy. Then too, the incessant wind from the open top was beginning to get tiresome. It was late afternoon and I began looking for a motel. I didn't expect a luxury one out here, but if it looked clean, I'd bite. (Bite? Funny how that word comes up in my thoughts.)
As I rounded a slow, long curve I spied a low lying motel, the kind that you park your car at your unit. Not my ideal, I like one with a lobby, bar and restaurant, but I drove up to the office and stepped into the air conditioned office. There was a skinny, young clerk there reading a magazine. With my x-ray eyes I saw that it was a gay mag. Too bad the kid wasn't more attractive.
He looked up. Nice eyes. Gray with perfect arched eyebrows above it. I was getting more interested but those pimples, ugh!
"Do you have a room?"
He snickered. "Place is empty today. You can have more than one." He laughed at his own cleverness.
"How much? " I asked, getting my wallet out of my side pocket.
"How many nights?"
"One I think, unless something comes up." That was my joke and I held his pretty eyes with my dark brown one's. His face became slack. I gave him a silent order just for my amusement. "Your cock is stiffening to the hardest ever." Then I released him.
The boy's face blushed scarlet and he sort of humped over as he handed me the registration slip, saying, "It's $99 for one night."
I handed him a one dollar bill saying with a smirk, "Keep the change." I did my usual trick of making him believe it was a hundred dollar bill. He handed me the dollar change and said,, "Unit Ten is all make up."
I went in, took all my clothes off and hit the shower. I dried myself afterward and lay on the bed. I closed my eyes and suspended consciousness. I must have been in my rest state for about three hours when I heard knocking at the door.
I opened the door to find a state trooper there, his hat cocked aggressively forward. He swept his eyes over my sleek body and fumbled his words as he said, "You own that Corvette?"
"Yes Sir," I said and my powerful eyes checked out his naked body under those yellow striped riding pants and gray shirt with wet sweat under each arm. His booted legs were hairy and muscular. The trooper looked to be about twenty or twenty one, beefy and hairy, big but not fat. Across his chest was splayed a fan of dark brown hair and his nipples were like fruit on a tree of hair. I was just about to work my examination downward when he spoke roughly. "If you refuse to answer I'll have to take you to the station in cuffs, first get dressed."
He had a sweet, handsome face that he tried to get tough looking but the cuteness won out.
"Yes sir it's mine."
"Well I checked the tags and it has been reported stolen."
Of course he was right but I hoped to talk my way out of this.
"I'll explain. I have the paper work inside. Come in."
Once inside the door I turned back to him and gave him a strong dose of eye power. He sagged against the closed door. "Remove your clothes!" I said in a voice of command. He stared back confused but feeling he must obey. He lifted his leg and, with surprising balance and strength, he drew off his boots and thick gray socks. Now his big, lovely feet were exposed. I noted the hairy insteps and my breath caught in my throat. What a beauty, a beast of hairy body and divine face.
Next he took off his gray shirt and there was the hairy chest I had x-rayed earlier. Just the taking off of the shirt caused his arm muscles and forearm muscles to flex and expand. He was a very strong kid.
I got a little dizzy seeing his pants come off and then his briefs. His cock was thick and erected must have rivaled his billy club. I usually don't go for hairy boys but his strong body was so well shaped that the hair was like an ornament. His pubic hair was not bordered but continued into his plush belly hair and then a thin line led up to his perfect chest hair.
He stood there looking a bit shy, wondering why he was undressed. His hand covered his cock as though he was surprised in the locker room. I came close and whispered in his ear, getting a whiff of that nice cop sweat odor. "You ever been fucked?"
He looked shocked and mumbled, "I could put you away for five years for that insult to an officer of the law." But then he swallowed a few times and moved his hand away showing his rapidly rising, fat cock. "A few times, in the Navy."
"You liked it, right?"
He nodded, now fully hard and damp at the tip.
I pushed him over to the desk, kicked the chair away and bent him over. His back was not hairy. That was a plus. Now his manly, fuzzy ass was on display. It was a big one for a big fellow, but it was well shaped and very muscular. Each side had a pretty large dimple that I rubbed in a friendly fashion. He moaned loudly and his ass halves separated and exposed his pucker. It was pale pink and there was a clear, unhairy ring of white skin around it, like a frame for a pretty painting.
My thin rapier cock was shaking in need. A rapier to rape!
I put the head in a just let him get used to the intrusion.
"Nice," he whispered to himself.
I guess this was want he had been needing for awhile. I slid in about a third of my length of shaft and he took in a deep shakey breath. I noticed that his back was breaking out in little beads of sweat. He was either scared or overwhelmed with passion.
Suddenly he turned his head and growled, "Don't be a pussy. Fuck me like a man."
Where did that come from? Well he wanted fucking, I'll give him fucking. I put my lips on his wet neck and bit him slightly and pushed my cock to the hilt at the same time.
"Whoa!!" he called. "That's s-o-o-o good."
Now that he was on my wavelength and gave him my best, rearing back and pushing in rapidly. He was pushing back at me greedy to feel more. I was going so fast I must have been a blurred image.
Just then I heard a voice at the door. It was a young voice, the desk clerk. "You okay? Can I come in and play too?"
The cop called out. "I am a police officer, stand away from the door or I'll cuff you."
"Okay, okay, I'm going."
My police boy settled back and pushed his big ass upward. "I'm leading like a faucet and ready to decorate this desk. Push me over the brink you car thief."I slapped his ass cheeks hard and reached under to grab his cock. I began shagging him and fucking him in a coordinated movement. He bucked and howled and suddenly froze and delivered a bucket of slime into my cupped hand.
"Good cop," I said kissing his back.
He didn't move, his breath heaving, struggling to recover. I considered taking a sip of his blood but I really didn't need any at this time. I crossed the room and slipped on my shorts. He stood up and avoided my eyes and dressed. When he finally put on his hat he said, "Okay drive carefully and....get that tail light fixed."
"Yes officer sweet and you shouldn't wait so long to get your tail fucked.
I packed and just as I was about to get into my car, the kid from the desk motioned me. " There's something wrong with my cash tally."
"Okay kid, here's another hundred dollars," I said giving him a one dollar and a stare from my eyes.
"Gee thanks, and sorry you didn't let me in. That cop was hot."
"Sorry you missed the fun, but here's a parting gift."
I waved a hand at him and he doubled over as he shot a load of cum in his pants.
I got back in the car and drove. As I entered the outskirts of the town I saw a sign "Massage", just what I needed. I was achy from diving.
I parked and went in. There was a girl at the desk but from the pictures of the male staff, this was a man's only place.
"Do you want a plain rubdown, or a full satisfaction massage?" She winked as she asked the question.
"The happy ending kind," I said, winking back.
End of Chapter Two