A Gay Vampire Story, Part Three" by Jay Roberts Gay Sci Fi/Fantasy
I walked back through the swinging door and onto the cubicles and found number two open which she had assigned me. There was a sign on the wall: PLEASE SHOWER AND USE TOWEL FROM STACK AND PRESS BUTTON WHEN FINISHED.
I followed the instructions like a good little boy and then smelling sweet from the fancy soap I sat on the end of the massage table awaiting the guy with the magic hands. I waited what seemed a long time and then remembered that I had forgotten to press the signal button I did so and the door opened immediately and in walked a blond, crew cut, chunky college boy type. He was dressed only in terry cloth shorts. Nothing else except a big smile with big teeth.
Right away my breath deepened as I eyed his ample thighs and pale golden, hairless body. His smile faded slightly to be replaced with a little lust as he eyed my sleek pale body.
"Stand up Dude!
How masterful. He came close and put a large hand on each of my shoulders and peered with his gray eyes into my dark ones.
"You are a blood brother, yes?"
I was taken aback. If he was really a member of the tribe, how could he have blond hair and gray eyes. He proved himself to be a vampire as he read my mind and answered aloud.
"A little bleach does away with the sinister black hair, that's so last year. Hey, you'd look good with a bright red rinse. As to my eyes, I use contacts. What you think of a change to green next month? Oh yes, I was recruited just a year ago. Things are different than the hundreds of years you've been with us, now we can eat real food as well as blood. I guess I went to far. I gotta lose ten pounds.
I knew now that I had found another gay blade (or blood) and they are a bit rare among our kind. Then he suddenly upped his eye power and I became a bit foggy and docile. The truth is that he had the drop on me.
He spoke firmly as he removed my towel and pushed me onto the massge table on my stomach. During the procedure he starred hotly at my long pale penis that had fascinated many before him.
He rubbed a drug laced oil on my back and began a gentle kneading. I slowly succumbed to it's hypnotic effects. It was delicious. I sighed a cat like purr. "Yes pale boi, we don't even have those sharp incisor teeth anymore. I heard they used to cut one's lips."
He was right, I kept mine withdrawn after so many laceration.
As he began using a heavy style of massage he continued his droning chatter. "I hope you don't copy the movies and shove your teeth out and hiss. That's so dumb and inspired by grade D movies."
I hardly had the strength to hoarsely so "No."
I slipping down deeper into the luxury of his stroking hands. My long prick was now snaking out under my hips and the tip must have been visible to him. I sensd his smile of satisfaction.
He now began to stroke my ass and I feared this newbie boi's intentions, yeah, fuck the old boy.
"Do you read Rimbaud, the poet? I wonder if rimming was named after him, I hope so, it's such a hot idea."
Then I felt his hot tongue trace a path over my dimpled ass halves and then a scalding, wet tongue lapped at my ass pucker. I tried to rise and escape, but I was weakened by his pleasuring and his drugged oil.
I was afraid of what might happen. He was a willful boy. I had never been fucked since I became one of the undead. But yes, once before that, when I was fourteen a was overpowered by a gypsy lad. I liked it, but put the remembrance out of my mind until right now.
He whispered in my ear, making my back undulate with tickles. "My little Dracula is going to love going skiing inside you, my dear. Do open a bit, you are certainly one tight ass."
I turned my head slightly and spied his big fat prick. I was relieved, he must know that that would never fit into my hole. Of course, he knew what I was thinking and I heard him chuckle as he widened his tongue and again plunged in and reamed to a larger size.
I knew my end was near and hear to getting plugged.
"No, no, no!" I bawled out.
"Yes, yes, yes. Don't be a baby. I can see that you want it s-o-o-o badly, your ass lips are pushing in and out, like kisses. I think that is an invitation to dance at the ball."
It was true. I felt as wide as the Lincoln Tunnel. I was beginning to hope that he would make a move. Then I felt the round end of his cock lodging just inside my hole.
"Oh you bastard, you're killing me."
"Impossible, you're already dead. Now push you ass off the bed. That's a good bottom boi, I knew you'd get with the program."
He was right. My ass was betraying me as it rose up to make his fuck action easier. He slid most of his cock flesh inside. I whimpered with a combination of humiliation and lust.
He interpreted it accurately and read back and pushed forward with a loud grunt and cry of the king of the beasts. I lifted my ass higher like a compliant lady boi. He saw it and pig grunted with satisfaction. I was powerless now to resist him. It was beginning to feel good I had to admit to myself and I was cooing a bit, to my embarrassment.
I lifted my hips and rested on my elbows so that I was completely cooperating with the massage boi. He took that as complete surrender and grabbing my wait for support, he began heavy fucking me.
Oh how I moaned and newled and crowed. He now knew I was loving it. He reached into his bag of tricks and used all his artistry. He fucked fast; he fucked slow. He changed directions and at one point he was using a corkscrew motion. I loved this boi at this point. I loved his cock. I loved his heavy balls that was hitting below my ass hole. I hoped this would go on forever, even if I perished
But no.
His constant rubbing over my prostate was inevitably bringing me to climax. He could feel a stiffening just below my ass hole and he knew I would blow my load soon and that would be more than he could stand. Then it came. My prick began spewing waves of cum out of me and onto the sheet below.
"Oh shit!" he groaned and then froze, unable to continue fucking as his orgasm overcame him. I felt like I was getting a hosing as he sprayed my innards with slippery, hot goo.
I slid down to a prone position and he fell on top of my figure, hugging me. We were both huffing and puffing for awhile. Finally he said, "Incidentally, you probably want to know who just fucked you. My name if Skip."
"What else could it be. I'm Wesley," supplying him with another false name.
"Sure you are," and he kissed my back. "You are such a liar. I know your real name is Ezra, but I'll never tell."
He put his terry shorts back on and I dressed as well. "How about a little blood before you go? I have a special flask of very rare blood. It's AB negative."
He went to his small refrigerator and extracted a cut glass decanter and prepared two cordial glasses. "I obtain this from a very famous, young movie star. You would know the name instantly. I'll only reveal that he is in his early twenties and has dark curly hair and a gorgeous body. But his flaw is that he is a very gross person.
"What do you mean...gross?"
"Well he not only picks his nose but he picks other people's noses too."
I guffawed. "That's doubtful, but a good story. How do you get his blood?"
"I'm not piggish. I take just a little at a time. You see, he passes out when he cums from my sucking and that's when I do it. Would you like a cigar? I have illegal cubans"
"No thank, I have to watch my health."
"You are on funny old fashioned vamp. You dope, you have no health. Your dead. Wait, I think I hear my next boy arriving. You can slip out the back."
I moved out fast and just as back door was closing he called after me. "Ezra, get some sun on you, that chalky white complection is out of style."
So that was the end of that adventure. I was a bit miffed that he dismissed me so off handedly. That's the way with the new ones, no elegance!
But on to new encounters. They go and they cum, thank goodness.
I got back in my car and drove on wondering what would be my next stop. H-m-m, how about the YMCA?
End of story