I'm a little unsure about whether to continue this story - it's way different from my usual stuff. I'd like to hear from the readers about whether or not it's fun to read.
In addition to the usual disclaimers I'd like to add one that I usually don't need to - if it's illegal to have sex with the undead where you live, you should refrain from doing so! Consider yourself warned.
Aside from that, I hope you enjoy - because this was a shitload of fun to write!
Let me know if you want Part 2!
Interlude With a Vampire
Thick fog roamed through the streets of the Capital Hill District in Seattle, reaching its way like fat white fingers into the alley where Jarrod stood hiding. The smoky white essence highlighted his dark features as it caressed his muscular frame.
Standing at slightly less than six feet tall, Jarrod had the appearance of a man in his early twenties. That was far from the truth. Jarrod had been born in New York City at a time when Ellis Island had just begun to bring forth its "huddled masses".
Though he'd been born with a taste for members of his own sex, Jarrod hadn't been born to live the way he lived now. That had happened one night almost ninety-five years ago when he was cruising a street corner in the recently named Time Square section of the city. The area between 6th Ave and 44th St was a little known but well frequented meeting place for men who shared Jarrod's sexual appetites.
He'd been approached by a handsome young man who'd seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Rather than being frightened, Jarrod was intrigued by the smooth stride and classical good looks of the stranger. He willingly followed him into a dark alley and was only slightly surprised when the man turned and took him into his strong arms without preamble.
A lust he'd never experienced before swept over him as the sinewy stranger pulled him close. There was a strange odor about his new friend; not offensive, just different; with the oddly sweet aroma of cloves. Jarrod felt himself grow faint as he breathed in the essence and felt lust course through his young body.
The two men lowered their hands and each groped the other's hardening cock as they rocked together. Jarrod felt the nameless stud breathe on his neck and was shocked at the warm tingling sensation the man's breath brought to his skin.
He was gasping and shaking, not from fear but from lust, as he felt a sharp tug at his neck and realized that he was being nibbled pretty harshly. He wanted to object, but the attention being paid to the tender tissue on his throat didn't cause pain. Instead, his body was being energized as an odd force flowed through his entire being and erupted from his lips as a moan of pleasure.
Lust gave way to panic as his partner drew him tighter and sucked at the small wound in short hard pulls. Even with panic Jarrod couldn't bring himself to struggle against his new lover. His legs and arms refused to move. His cock pushed hard against the fabric of his trousers and pulsed with each drink taken from his outstretched throat.
Jarrod could feel his body grow weaker, but his cock didn't seem to be getting the same message! The hard shaft pulsed in rhythm to the stranger's hungry gulps as if it were his dick being drained instead of his veins. His last memory before passing out was of his meaty shaft exploding inside his trousers with a torrent of hot cum that seemed to complete the emptying of all his bodily fluids.
Waking up some time later, groggy and cold, Jarrod stared at the stranger who'd taken him in the alley and then brought his unconscious body to a small flat some distance away. He knew he should be frightened but he couldn't muster the energy for such a strong emotion.
The handsome young man introduced himself as Horace, a name that Jarrod found incredibly odd and old-fashioned. He patiently explained to Jarrod who and what he was, and then clarified what had happened in the alley. When his incredible tale was complete he gave the stunned young man a choice.
One option would be to allow Horace to complete the draining of his blood and leave him for dead. The other would be for Jarrod to drink from Horace and regain not only his life but eternal youth in a life that would never be finished.
As ridiculous as it sounds, Jarrod had to think before giving an answer. The idea of death didn't scare him, but the idea of perpetual youth intrigued. He signaled his answer by simply holding out his hand to Horace in a gesture that accepted the second offer.
Horace dropped his trousers and used a sharp fingernail to puncture the thick vein running through his hard meaty cock. Jarrod sank his face onto the pulsing shaft and felt the salty blood flow into his mouth as his new lover thrust his dick into his throat.
Completing an act of perfect submission, Jarrod swallowed all the fluids that came from his lover's cock. When it was all over he felt himself transformed, with vitality that he had never imagined possible.
Since that night Jarrod had been introduced to a whole band of young gay men who had been similarly introduced to perpetual youth. He himself had introduced a few more, though the band had by mutual agreement decided to keep their numbers to a minimum. Only the best looking and most virile of their victims were ever offered the second option.
Jarrod saw that quality in Trevor as the young man frowned and made his way past the entrance to the alley. Able to see clearly through the fog with his preternatural vision, Jarrod noted the graceful gait of the athletic young stud. Trevor's pullover shirt hung loosely from his shoulders, draping across firm pecs and cutting off just north of smooth washboard abs. A soft dark blond treasure trail appeared beneath the shirt's hem and led the way into a pair of baggy faded blue jeans.
The crotch of Trevor's blue jeans held a promise of heavy meat within, and in fact that's just what lay beneath the denim. Unencumbered by underwear, Trevor's long thick shaft wormed down his pants-leg as he walked. His heavy low-hanging balls undulated with his stride, carrying a full load of superior genetic material. His shaggy blond hair shone for Jarrod almost to the point of lighting the way toward his unsuspecting victim.
For the first time in a long time, Trevor had walked out of the Seattle Eagle bar alone. His athletic build and silky blond hair always made it easy for him to score some dick for the night. Maybe too easy; it was getting harder and harder to find someone who made him want them. Each night there was a new trick, but still each night felt like more of the same thing he'd had the night before.
All of them were beautiful; each one was the pick of the bar; but they'd begun to leave Trevor feeling like he'd rather just go home alone. So tonight he did.
With speed that only his kind can use, Jarrod was soon just a few feet behind the object of his fascination. Sensing a presence behind him, Trevor turned to spy an exceptionally hot young stud coming toward him. His cock gave a little lurch as he detected something unknown and exciting about the stranger approaching, and he slowed his gait a little to give the new arrival a chance to catch up.
"Good evening" Jarrod began with an oddly formal tone "Beautiful out tonight isn't it?"
"Yeah, great night for a walk" replied Trevor with a small tremor in his voice. "Where you headed?"
"I was planning to grab a drink at the Eagle, but when I saw you coming out I decided to take a little detour" Jarrod flirted.
Trevor's cock, already at half-mast, rose to its full glory at the blunt come-on. His dark- complected companion was maybe the sexiest guy Trevor had ever set eyes on. Everything about him was perfect from his smooth olive toned face to the large feet stuffed into leather boots. A hint of danger and adventure lay behind his sparkling brown eyes.
But what turned Trevor on the most was the way Jarrod eyed him like a piece of meat he'd just been served on a platter.
What Trevor didn't realize was that even from a distance Jarrod could almost feel the tight butt cheeks encased within his tight jeans; he could almost taste the eight inches of hard young cock as fresh blood engorged the meaty shaft and pushed it out against the rough denim of his pants. Jarrod's exceptional sense of smell told him that Trevor was meticulous in his hygiene, but no amount of soap could remove the aroma of musky sex undetectable by a human nose.
A faint scent rose from between Trevor's ass cheeks and embraced Jarrod's softly twitching nostrils. Beyond that, the musky aroma of denim-trapped balls tickled his senses. Jarrod's long thick shaft jerked beneath the soft fabric of his trousers, and his mouth watered at the pulsing smooth skin of the young man's exposed neckline.
Continuing with his outrageous flirtation, Jarrod stepped close behind Trevor and reached one hand inside the loose denim to cup the tight mounds of Trevor's ass cheeks. Jumping a little at the unexpected contact, Trevor smiled and let the strange man fondle him as he wished.
"Do you live near here?" Jarrod asked as his fingers kneaded the tight meat. "I'd still like to have a little drink, but I'm thinking about something a little sweeter and thicker than gin right now"
Trevor's face flushed with heat at the frank way his companion stated his intentions. It was a big fucking turn-on to find someone so candid after all the dancing around most guys did.
"I'm right up the block" he answered "And I might have just what you're in the mood for"