The Virgin and The Vampire
(c) copyright 2014 by BBSinclair https://www.tumblr.com/blog/bbsinclair
Disclaimer: The use of youthful pronouns is in no way intended to communicate underage sex. All characters depicted herein are intended to be interpreted as having obtained the age of sexual majority. Any other interpretation is unintended and extremely pervy, you bad thing you.
The Virgin and The Vampire
It's a clichŽ, I know, but I stood in the pooled light of a street lamp, one foot propped against the metal pole like a sailor in an old monochrome cinema. A few passed quietly here and there, and one couple both looked as they went by. None were just right: too old, too young, body odors, facial hair, odd clothing. I can afford to be selective. After all, I have all the time in the world.
The night breeze carried the scent of blooming jasmine and then the clean scent of soapy body wash. I felt a tightening in my belly as a gorgeous lad stepped around the corner. His letterman jacket bore the symbol of a junior college in town and he carried a bag redolent with the smells of struggle and combat. Football? No, wrestler! His step was light but his tight little body was coiled like a spring waiting to unleash holy hell on anyone unwise enough to attack him. It was an impressive package. I was about to catch his eye and ask if he had a light when he surprised me by going first.
"Good evening." His voice was soft and mellow yet deep and masculine, melodious like an old church organ.
"It is indeed a beautiful evening," I replied, "Full of promise and the scent of victory. Did you win?" I had a cigarette out and gestured vaguely at the big letter C on his jacket. He blushed, then smiled warmly.
"Yep. I usually do." It was clear that he wasn't boasting or being arrogant; it was so matter-of-fact that I just blinked for a moment to let the silence agree with him.
"Do you have a match," I asked.
"Nah, can't smoke and maintain this." He ran his hand across a tight belly wrapped in a t-shirt two sizes too small. No, this kid didn't know what he was doing. Not at all.
"Ah, yes indeed. You shouldn't smoke. They tell me it's very bad for the living." I watched for the tell-tale widening of the eyes, or any clue that he was following along. Sure enough, his brow furrowed for a moment.
"You're a vampire? Seriously?" His gaze became more direct as I watched him check me out like a hairy bald greaser sizing up a big-tittied blonde at the singles bar.
"Yes, but don't hold it against me. I won't bite..." I lingered on that for a moment until he almost had to laugh. His teeth were blissfully white and straight. I almost sighed at the physical perfection. He was an ideal specimen of the human condition.
"That's ok. I'm not afraid of you. Just so you know, I bite back." He grinned in an openly wolfish and healthy way. "That's a wrestling joke." His easy chuckle signaled complete nonaggression. It suddenly became clear to me why the sport might attract the young and combative. He looked like he'd been up all night fucking and was walking home head-up without shame. I glanced up and was surprised to meet his gaze. There aren't many who dare to look me in the eye when they know what I am, superstitions and Hollywood bullshit being what they are.
I could see by the interplay of muscle contractions across his forehead, cheeks, and chin that he was working through something in his head. Unfortunately I'm not a mind reader. I took advantage of the awkward pause to play another card. "You look as if you have something on your mind."
His eyes widened and I watched him consider whether I might be listening to his thoughts. Most humans really do telegraph what they're thinking. Then he surprised me by saying, "I was thinking about asking if you might be interested in a business transaction. Not to be rude or anything, just a little exchange maybe."
There was only one thing I possessed that he could be interested in. "You want to exchange blood, yes? You like the V?"
He shook his head. "I don't know. I've never tried it. But they talk about it on the web and I'm curious. I don't know anyone like you so I didn't know how to, you know, make a polite request." He paused for a moment and a look of distaste flew across his face. "I thought about doing a ... sort of a ... an internet hook-up. But that's low class. And dangerous, maybe."
I was familiar with the urban legends of crazed outlaw vampire gangs murdering innocent humans. That was more along the lines of the National Enquirer than the PBS News Hour. Still, as gambits go, this seemed to be unfolding nicely. "And what makes you think I'm not dangerous?"
His momentary look of confusion was a priceless gift, and I lowered my assessment of his age from 20 to 18. He must surely be a college freshman with that level of vulnerability, however well masked. Still, he quickly mastered himself like a professional and stood just a bit taller. "I don't believe those old wives tales. If vampires were killing people like that then it would be all over the news every night. And besides, why should you? You look like a perfectly respectable person. Why would you invite that kind of trouble into your life if it wasn't necessary?" Life? He stood his ground like a little golden statue of a god and I realized I was falling for him. Hard.
"You've targeted the problem with precision and I'd say your assumptions are correct. And I am so sorry, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Louis. Louis Sinclair."
I moved the burning smoke to my other hand and held out my right hand. He took it in his and shook firmly, a manly grip with clear restraint and without aggression. "My name's Randy," he replied, "I'm very pleased to meet you."
He faltered for a moment, clearly unsure how to proceed. It was a true delight to meet someone so genuine in a world filled with jaded seen-it-alls. I asked if he had ever seen one of my kind feed. When he replied, "Only in the movies," I felt like a porn producer landing a virgin on the casting couch. I asked if he had something to carry a little blood in, perhaps a glass bottle or a medical specimen container. He didn't, of course, and the chess pieces advanced across the board.
Looking around, I gestured towards the open bay of a parking garage across the street. "There's only one way we can do this then. Are you still interested?" He followed my gaze and I could see the wheels turning in his head. When he asked if it was safe, I knew he meant safe from prying eyes. "Come on. Let's go find out."
I ground the cigarette beneath my shoe and stepped off the curb. His big floppy grin was practically luminous. Crossing the empty street, we entered the car park and passed into immediate shadow. There was an open doorway ahead off to the side of the building that I knew led to an intimate outdoor seating area where secretaries ate their lunch in the cool daytime shadow of the medical center. We moved quickly and quietly, slipping back out into the night and the silence. There was a stone bench and we sat for a moment in an awkward silence. Then he turned towards me and tilted his head, pulling his jacket away from his neck. "Don't get any blood on my jacket, ok?"
I smiled and put my hands beside his head, moving it straight up once more. "No, I'm not trying to kill you. We're just doing a little friendly business tonight, like two old friends. How about you take your jacket off and let me look at your arms."
His eyes were alight with understanding and I could read absolute trust in his posture. He folded his jacket carefully and held his arms out to me like a patient waiting for the phlebotomist. His meaty arms were gorgeous and not at all veiny like a muscle queen, just the way I like it. I held the left arm as I got down on one knee and leaned in. I looked up at him and said, "Okay, are you sure you want to do this?"
His face fairly beamed with a mix of sweet innocence and schoolboy charm as he said, "Sure. It's no big deal, right? Is it going to hurt?"
I smiled and smacked his arm sharply with the back of my hand. As he jumped and gave a little gasp, I bit into the radial artery. The hot spurt of fresh blood was as intoxicating as always and I filled my mouth with the sweet honeyed nectar, drawing deeply. I swallowed the first draught and paused to take another before I looked up. His face was shocked but I couldn't tell if it was because of the bloodletting or the raging boner he was trying to hide in his sweatpants. I pushed my tongue onto the wounds and held it there as I swallowed the third gulp, feeling the warm rush of vitality flood all the way to the bottom of my toes. I kept my mouth fastened to his arm like a leach as the unholy alchemy of my saliva reknitted the soft tissues of his arm, closing the wounds. After a minute I drew away and wiped the remnants from my mouth with a tissue. He jumped up and tried to inspect his arm in the moonlight. "That's incredible! There's hardly a mark at all."
Suddenly he staggered and nearly fell over. It being not my first rodeo, I was there to ease him back to the cold stone seat before he fell. "Easy now. You've just lost over a pint in only a few seconds. Give your heart a moment to find its equilibrium."
The veil came and went across his eyes followed by a big goofy grin. "See? I knew I could trust you! And I feel better already."
Knowing he would try to stand, as most young men do, I kept one hand on his shoulder and held out the other wrist. "Ready to take the plunge?"
He looked momentarily confused before asking, "I don't ... am I supposed to bite you too?"
I shook my head and quickly bit my own wrist, holding it out for him. "It isn't pretty, I know. Just go ahead, don't think about it."
He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and put his mouth tentatively onto my arm. I could feel his tongue probing gently at the wounds already greasy with my blood. Then I felt the first surge as he took a pull, followed by another even larger. He mimicked my example by sucking a great mouthful before swallowing. Yes, this one had a real affinity for the texture if not the taste. His hands came up and he surprised me by pulling my arm away instead of holding it close. Those gorgeous teeth were stained crimson and the lips were puffy, as if he'd been stung by a bee. His chest heaved and he gasped breathlessly as if he was surfacing from a deep dive. "Enough! I don't want to hurt you."
He sat back on the bench and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I handed him a tissue and reminded him not to stain his jacket. I made sure to pick up the stained debris; I liked this spot and didn't want to cause any complaints that might put a locked door where none existed now.
With his belly full of V, Randy was obviously feeling, well, randy. It was the same old story and I watched him willingly walk through a door he might otherwise have sworn not to choose. Hands groped his prodigious groin and, when he thought I wasn't looking, eyes went to my set as well. Finally he said it. "Dude, I'm so horny. I think my stick is gonna break off."
I barely had time to brush my hand across my shirt before he had his junk out. He moaned like a two dollar whore as he jacked an admittedly impressive cock. "You want some?" I said I'd pass and he just nodded and put his head back, closing his eyes. It didn't take long before he was finished.
As he lay back I pulled mine out and had a go. I caught his eyes flitting from my chest downwards, then away. He didn't seem conflicted, as most boys his age usually are. It was as if he'd caught a new scent and didn't know what it meant. I added a bit of heavy breathing for effect and blew a messy load. "Damn, dude." That was all he said until I lifted my hand to my mouth. He practically screamed, like a virgin cheerleader with the quarterback's hand on the back of her head. "What're you doing?"
I looked at him with feigned surprise. "I'm not going to waste it. It's better than V." With that his eyes grew fixed and his nostrils flared.
"What do you mean, better than V?"
"I can't show you. You just have to try some." And I licked the back of my hand slowly, my eyes fixed on his. No glamour now, that's cheating. And besides it wasn't needed. He slid over like a puppy awaiting his turn at the food dish, his eyes never leaving my hand. I reached over and held it before him, palm up. He sniffed twice before making up his mind but then he wasn't tentative. He flattened his tongue and licked from the tips of my fingers all the way across my palm to the wrist. He froze and his eyes momentarily went crazy with desire.
"Dude, that's fucking amazing!"
"You see? I told you. Blood and semen are really similar. Cum is just more intense is all."
"Can I have some more?"
I told him it didn't work like that, that I was barely able to do it myself the first time. He looked dejected for a moment then asked if maybe he could help me out. Hook, line, sinker.
I feigned surprise and said, "Just a minute. I didn't take you for a swinger." No, of course not. He just wrestles with other hot guys in singlets in front of a crowd of screaming fans, essentially nude with all their hot junk pressed together in an orgiastic frenzy. Gay porn with clothes on.
"Nah, I never did it with another dude. I mean I let dudes blow me in the toilets at the mall but I've never done anything to them. And I've tasted my own, obviously. Doesn't everybody? But yours is so...intense. I don't know, dude. I just want some more."
And that is how I found the lips of the captain of the junior college wrestling team wrapped around my hard crank. His lips were pale as he stretched his mouth to the absolute limit so that he could encompass my fleshy tube. The look of innocence on his face made the violation of his mouth all the more obscene. Pulling out, I pushed his face into my bush and he moaned, looking up into my eyes as I snapped a quick selfie on my phone. "Don't talk with your mouth full. I'm almost there."
I didn't even have to coach him to feel me up; his hands wandered across my flat muscular belly and found their way to my nipple rings. When he tugged on them I cried out and filled his gullet with a load of steaming VC. The whole world tunneled down to his hot wet throat and I pumped him full. He didn't even realize how long he'd been holding his breath until I relaxed my grip on the back of his head and he sat back, gasping and snorting.
He was a real trooper and didn't waste a drop, fingering all around his mouth and sucking up all my sweet spooge. I smiled as he nursed on my softening cock, teasing out every drop. He finally looked up and grinned. "Dude, I feel so alive! That was fucking amazing!"
I told him that he wouldn't need to eat anything for at least a day and, when his face clouded, I added that he couldn't possibly gain any weight from eating my spunk. "No, it's not like that. It's like how the V can heal you, only nutritionally."
His face lit up and he said, "Omigod! I might drop a weight class. Let me do it again so I can set up for the match this Saturday!"
I shook my head. "No, sorry. It doesn't work like that. When you swallow, it wears off quicker."
He paused a moment, then took the bait. "Quicker than what?"
"I really don't think you want to hear about this. Seriously."
"No, c'mon. Wait, are you talkin' about fucking?"
"Well, yes. That's the only other way to get it inside of you. It lasts a few days and keeps your appetites satisfied, if you know what I mean."
"Dude, that's gross. I mean, I know what gay guys do. I've seen the internet. It's just ..." His voice trailed off as his mind began to imagine the possibilities. After a moment, in a small voice he asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It can, if it isn't done right. But it doesn't have to. It's like bloodletting...if you work with somebody who knows what they're doing it's actually a lot of fun. I'm not saying you should do it, but if you want to we can give it a go. Just not here. This might be the place where someone would come for a thrill but doing it here would be journey-level fucking. You really want to start out slow and work up to something like that. Have you ever actually fucked anyone before?"
He shook his head and laughed. "Nah, not really. I get plenty of head at the mall, but when girls see the size of this," and he groped his meat playfully, "they lose their nerve. Fucking cunts." He laughed. "When I first saw you, I thought you were one of those guys who like to hang out at the mall and swing on the big C. I never realized I was one of them too."
I looked over at him and smiled. "I don't think you are. I just think you've found a new drug, one that feels good and doesn't do any damage. Like steroids, but without all that dick shrinkage and rage." We both laughed for a moment at the irony. Testosterone is a steroid; it just depends on how you want to take it, right?
He looked around, suddenly all business. "Is there some place we could go? Somewhere quiet where you could help me out?" He was definitely hooked, and I actually felt proud for him in an odd way. He was making his own decisions without my help and rapidly coming around to a new way of thinking that would serve more needs than just a quick fuck.
"Sure. Come with me. I promise it will be safe. And I won't suck you dry, unless you really want me to." We both laughed but I could see in his eyes that he suddenly realized he might be going home with a vampire.
"You promise you won't make me like you? And I won't die?"
"Listen, everybody dies, even the stars in the sky. But I give you my word as a gentleman that you will rise tomorrow with the sun, and your heart will still be beating. And you won't feel the need to consume anything for at least three days. Your body will be fully nourished, and you can still have anything you want. As for hunger, well, you won't feel the burning need for food, but you will still need to drink plenty of fresh water." I didn't mention that his world would soon revolve around his burning hunger for my cock. That knowledge was his responsibility. He did already state he had access to the internet, after all.
He stood then and offered me his hand. "So let's go. Before I lose my nerve."
I took his hand and stood, then pulled him close. His sandy spiky hair came just to the level of my chin. I gently tipped his head back and gazed deeply into his eyes. His lips parted with a sigh and I clutched him tightly as we flew straight up into the air, coming down in a ballistic trajectory at the entrance to my loft. He gasped as I relaxed my grip, then he tightened his own and pulled me to him. I could see the longing in his eyes as we kissed passionately, our tongues dueling for supremacy. No, this wasn't his first time to the rodeo either. Whether or not he was being truthful about his sexual inexperience, I knew I was really going to enjoy this.
After a long moment that felt like hours we broke our first kiss, his tongue probing my retracted incisor and leaving a lovely crimson parting gift. We crossed the sidewalk and I clicked open the door to the Landing Bay, my downstairs garage and automotive repair shop. As the fluorescents popped on, I moved to the side and watched as he wove a path of discovery among the different work stations. "This equipment is totally amazing! You've got better tools here than we use at school. I mean, we're cutting edge and all, but you! You're ... you're ..."
"Bleeding edge?" I chuckled as I finished his sentence.
"Yeah. It sounded funnier when I said it in my head."
"Buddy, you don't have to worry about offending me. I've heard them all in my time. It doesn't mean anything."
"So, you live here? I mean, this is amazing and all but, like, do you have a TV?"
I pointed over towards the office. "There's a TV in the break room over there by the receptionist's counter. My guys are sometimes here all hours of the day and night. Guys like you, I mean. With heartbeats and everything. There's food, maybe even beer in the fridge if you'd like some."
I looked over expectantly but he shook his head. "Naw, you were right. I feel like I could if I wanted to. But I don't want to."
I motioned towards the back of the shop. "There's a stairway up to my loft. I think that's going to be more like what you were expecting." We moved back behind the repair bays and walked around the tool racks to find the stairway and ladder to the upper floors. Seeing the rungs hammered into the wall, he turned and looked at me quizzically. I told him, "Usually I go up quicker when I'm alone but if I'm showing someone around I slow down and take the stairs." And with that I gestured grandly.
As we passed onto the upper deck he paused to take in the scale. It's rare that I bring anyone up here so I took a moment to show the place off. "When I converted this old manufacturing floor I thought it was important to leave the entire space open across the building. You can see the partitions just at the far wall. That's where you'll find the washroom, screened-off for privacy. There's the telly, over there's the kitchen, and that's where I sleep."
His gaze followed my gesture towards each living space until it reached the bed. Then he said simply, "Sleep?"
"Well, yes, we do sleep you know. Every day."
"But doesn't the sunlight hurt? Or are you really like on Twilight?"
"Ah. No. I mean yes. I mean, the shutters outside automatically close when the sun comes up and I can open them again at twilight. It isn't healthy for one like me to be exposed. And no, real vampires don't sparkle in the sunlight. We combust. Explosively. But that's not going to happen tonight so let's get comfortable."
I moved to the fridge and pulled out two liter bottles of water, tossing one to my new friend. "Don't forget how important it is to keep hydrating. You've lost enough blood today that you can't afford to get dried out."
After the water bottles went into the recycling bin I went to the media hub and put some jazz on the stereo. Randy came up behind me and ran his hands over my silk shirt. He said, "I really don't know what to do next. I feel like I want to run naked all over town and fucking scream but I don't know what to say."
I turned and looked into his beautiful eyes. "That's okay, baby, I know exactly how you feel. And I do know what to do now. Do you still trust me?"
In answer, he melted into my arms and we stood for a long moment in a silent, and chaste, embrace. Then he turned to look into my eyes, parted his lips, and we fell into a kiss that was utterly immemorable. I lost all sense of time and was startled to hear the shutters snap closed. Randy jumped and looked around warily. "It's ok, the sun is coming up."
He looked surprised for a moment then worried. "Don't you have to turn in or something?"
I laughed. Fucking Hollywood has really done a number on these poor kids. "Well, not really. Haven't you ever stayed up all night to go to a show or something? It's like that. There's no rule that says I have to go to bed just because the sun is coming up. I only need to be shielded from the radiation, that's all."
He looked thoughtful for a moment then grinned. "Well all right then. Let's deflower us some virgins!"
It took a quick moment to catch up to his sense of humor but then I flashed over to him, grabbed and swung him around in a quick arc designed both to make him dizzy and give him a dirty little thrill right where it counts. Pulling him close I held his face in my hands and gazed deep into his eyes. As he panted from the unexpected stress of the G-force, he looked all the more like a stunning thoroughbred: hot, muscular, and well-worked. "What?" His chuckle broke my reverie. "Is something wrong?"
"I don't know, kid. It's been a long time since I met anyone like you. I'm just...surprised, I guess. That's pretty rare and I guess I just wanted to savor the moment."
He laughed again. "Nobody was more surprised than me when I found myself on my knees in front of you, sucking down on your fat cock. Speaking of which..."
He peeled off his shirt and shucked his sweatpants effortlessly and stood in proud naked glory. I showed off my powers just for effect by instantly shredding my clothing.
"Fuck!" He came to me and held me at arms reach. "God damn, dude! I feel like I won the lotto. You're really hot! I mean, if my buddy Frank was as hot as you I probably would've been sucking cock a long time ago."
And with that, he dropped to his knees and took me into his mouth once again. He wasn't great, or really even very good, but what he lacked in technique he more than made up with enthusiasm. And to be fair, he was readily coachable. I tapped his cheek only once and said, "Teeth." He paused a moment, grinned at me, tongued his incisors wickedly, and dove back onto my cock like he was starving. I never again felt anything but the soft wet velvet of his mouth.
After a good long time he sat back on his haunches and rubbed his sore jaw. I pulled him up to me and tasted my cock juice on his tongue. His broad shoulders and torso are just as wide as mine so it was actually kind of difficult to steer him backwards toward the bed. Finally I locked my arms around his waist and quickly lunged onto the bed trusting his compact frame to take the shock of our combined impact. He gasped and snorted in laughter and then shocked me by biting my shoulder. I was so surprised that my canines shot down and I bit him right back, sucking mightily at his subclavian. The force of his response was immediate: his entire body was wracked by an orgasm that rivaled an epileptic seizure. His enormous rigidity shot volley after volley up between us until our bellies were wet and slippery. He cried out in ecstasy as I held the wounds closed with my tongue. His ragged breathing gradually subsided until he could finally speak, his eyes pleading. "Please, suck me."
My eyes narrowed, wickedly reflecting the joke, and I dove down onto his tumescence and licked it clean. I teased the glans with my tongue before I lashed out at his belly, policing up every precious drop of his essence. Then, when I knew he couldn't take any more, I plunged his turgid prick deep down my gullet and sucked and slurped with as much friction and manipulation as I could muster. Minutes or moments later, he cried out again and his fat balls drew up before blasting another volley down my throat. My body caught fire as shot after shot of sweet boy nectar filled the void left by my departed soul. I gently scratched and rubbed at his spasming chest and belly muscles, gently pinching his nipples and tugging at his scrotum to wring out every last drop of cum. His chest heaved and he was actually wheezing when he double-tapped my shoulder. I relented and moved from his cock to his balls, gently washing and sucking on the hairy scrotum, rolling his amazing orbs around in my mouth and marveling at the impressive size of his junk. How had this boy remained a virgin through his teens?
I continued to tickle his scrotum with my tongue, dropping lower and lower on his perineum. He gasped each time my tongue hit the nadir. I don't think he had ever given any thought to having his ass eaten because on the next time round when I pushed his knees up to his chest and plunged my tongue deep into the musky ring of muscle he actually yelled and slammed his head back onto the bed. I hadn't realized he'd been watching me. He began to buck his hips as if trying to throw me off his pleasure center but I held on, sweetly torturing his puckered little pink eye with spit and polish. His cock was all but forgotten as he seized my hair with both hands and tried by will alone to stuff my head up his ass. I thrashed my face about his tender pucker, bruising the flesh with my razor stubble and forcing more blood to swell the area. I could feel the pounding rush of blood in his iliac artery as my lengthening tongue probed deeper and deeper into the fleshy folds of his rectum. To his great credit the path was clear, probably a combination of athletic diet and clean living, and perhaps a thorough shower after last night's match. I didn't care. I was mad with desire and was determined to wet his whistle because this boy was getting fucked. Soon.
His cries of delight were giving over to moans of pleasure so I backed off, ensuring his spit-soaked rectum was engorged with blood and swollen in preparation for my assault. Letting his knees fall, I squirmed around on the bed into a 69 position. He immediately began nursing my cock like a newborn and flattened my hips onto the bed to take command. He seemed determined to not only encompass my girth but get the entire length into his mouth, a feat only a small number of pros have attempted over the last few hundred years. As he shimmied and wriggled his head and neck, his cock and balls naturally arced over and fell down onto my face. Arching my neck, my waiting mouth engulfed his generous manhood in the same way he was attempting to take mine. I swallowed and massaged his prick as only a master cocksucker can. Parting his glutes, I teased his tender pucker with my fuck finger. He signaled readiness by presenting his ass and driving his hard cock deeper into my gullet. As I thrust my finger into his anus I pushed the back of his head down onto my own spike. I chose to believe his muffled scream was definitely more of pleasure than surprise or pain. My job here was almost completed. As I poked and prodded, homing in on his sweet spot with two fingers now, he really began to spit and slobber over my cock and balls. Gently prodding the back of his head, I timed my gesture to his downstroke. When I massaged his prostate, he bellowed in muffled ecstasy as his third orgasm shook his entire body once again. His load blasted straight down my throat completely missing my tongue as my own prodigious load began squirting his tonsils. His ass clutched hungrily at my probing fingers as shot after shot of his burning semen ignited the tattered remnants of my soul and inflamed my burgeoning desire for this beautiful studly man.
I could feel his nostrils flaring as he desperately tried to recover his wind. His talented tongue swirled about in a vain effort to collect every drop of my cum without letting go of the head of my cock. I felt his surprise at that moment when he discovered my foreskin, this being the first moment since we'd met that I was not erect. He started playing with the prepuce even taking to biting it playfully. I stated giggling even while his spasming cock was still dribbling down my throat. Fortunately I don't have to breathe or I might have drowned. At the moment I withdrew my finger from his portal he seemed to realize I might have one to. He seized my legs and practically bent me in half in his haste to taste my secret asset. He paused for just one long moment to, what, savor? Or perhaps just gaze upon my hole before he plunged headlong into my ass, kissing, licking, and even biting at my pale pink pucker. I had to resist the urge as his biting triggered my own canine response. I could feel his femoral pulsing just above my forehead but there was still more to do this night and I didn't want him to fall into an exhausted coma before we finished.
His skills at eating ass were much better than his cocksucking. That is to say, he seemed to pick up my cues faster and had me squirming and whimpering beneath him. Every time I tried to move he blocked me and there was no way I could overpower him without hurting or maybe even damaging him. The kid was a great wrestler and I was pinned, no way around it. He drilled my poor ass until suddenly I experienced something unique: orgasm without penile stimulation. Jesus Christ! In almost a millennium that's never happened before. Three hard shots hit me in the belly like the spray from a BB gun. As his softening cock slipped out of my mouth he heard the end of my cries and realized why I was thrashing. He dropped my legs and dove onto my belly, milking my fuck stick and sucking up the spooge like his real name was Hoover. I did begin panting, not because I needed oxygen but because this was probably the hottest scene I'd experienced since Machiavelli. Or maybe even Brother Pious. My nerves were shredded and my muscles were sore but my cock was getting hard again and there was one more item on the agenda. As the boy arched over me to collect the last remnants of spunk on my abs, I flipped him onto his back and held him with all the vampiric gravitas I could muster, slowly lowering myself into a smothering, tender kiss that deepened into something simultaneously chaste and vile. Was this love? Writhing together in smoldering lip lock, I gently brought first one then the other leg up and broke the kiss to order him to grab his ankles. He grinned wickedly, and said, "Sir, yes sir!" I bet his wrestling coach is military. Hmmmmm.
I drifted down and once again confronted his abused hole with my face and tongue. Renewing his slobber on my pecker with some of my own, I laid the head onto his swollen opening. I looked into his eyes and fell deeper into some kind of trance. Were we talking? Was this telepathy? All I remember is that he signaled his willingness and I popped the head in past his first line of defense. He writhed briefly; at that point I no longer cared whether in pleasure or pain. Then his eyes cleared and he actually reached up and pulled me down onto him. Of course my prick slammed straight up his ass. If my mouth hadn't been on his, the help downstairs might have overheard his cries. He wriggled and struggled but there was no escape; he was impaled by eleven inches of French steel. As I began to move around and get comfortable, his eyes went went out of focus and then the little fucker bit me on the lip. Well of course I went insane. My canines dropped and I reared back and plunged my teeth into his common carotid while simultaneously slamming all the way in and out. It took three good pulls on his neck before I realized that: a) I was cumming; b) He was cumming; and c) He was going to die if I didn't do something right the fuck now. I staunched the vital flow with my tongue and rode out the immediate shock of our mutual orgasm. As my tremors subsided I noticed that his did not. I quickly bit into my own radial artery and held the flow at his neck. His bloody pulsations stopped and the wounds closed but his cock, his ass, and his eyelids kept right on twitching as if he was seizing. And he wasn't breathing. I held my cock deep in his ass and whispered into his ear, "C'mon baby, breathe. If you want any more of this you have to come back. Breathe baby. Right now."
There was no response. I reared back and slapped him, open hand, and his head just lolled back and forth. So I pulled almost all the way out of his ass, tickling just the sphincter with the head, and then thumped his precordium with my fist as I slammed my cock all the way back in, balls deep. That time it worked as the vagal feedback shocked and restarted his heart. He sucked in a deep lungful of air but before he could scream I fell onto his mouth and let him bite my tongue. He sucked down a few more gulps of blood and air before he came back into focus and we made eye contact. When I felt his lips turn up into a smile beneath mine, I began to slide in and out, giving him the serious fucking he had earned. We lay intertwined, clutching each other and moving back and forth, our movements faster and slower as we each took cues from the other. In the back of my mind I registered amazement; this kid could teach a graduate course in fucking at any university. I was witness to real, natural-born athletic talent. Gradually, we built to a final crescendo and exploded together in a burst of sonic excitation, bellowing and groaning in each others' ears. We lay together for what seemed like hours until stiffness and, in his case, bladder issues forced us both out of bed.
It was the most incredible night of lovemaking I had experienced in ten lifetimes.
Some time later the caterers arrived, laying out one smelly thing or another. May the Gods bless my staff who care for me despite my many sins. The layout, porcelain and roses, told me I would be thanking Phyllis for the hot food and cold name-brand synthetic blood substitute. The absence of beer and wine also told me she knew something about my guest, like the fact that he had not yet reached the legal drinking age. My partner... Wait, what? No, seriously, my partner. I was going to do my best to get comfortable with that. Randy, my partner, tucked in and savaged the table. "Ohmigawd, these eggs are incredible! When did you have time to cook?"
His grin told me he had some idea about where the food came from. His constant eye contact told me he had no regrets or fears about what we did last night. And the way he frequently touched me told me that I would be a fool to let him get away. But I was determined to handle it correctly this time. My mind momentarily drifted to another shore, a castle, and a tower where the bones still lay in chains... NO! It wasn't going to be like that this time. If he didn't want to stay, I wasn't going to force him to. My mind was paralyzed between panic and flight.
His hand on mine, again. His eyes. His smile. "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere. And I think maybe you don't realize you're broadcasting. I tried to reply with my mind but I guess you didn't hear me."
Shocked, I snatched my hand away. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I don't want... Aww, shit. I don't want to fuck this up. And Gods damn it, I'm not usually so tongue-tied."
Randy just smiled again and, in a terrible Bogart impersonation said, "Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."