Andre’s Bite
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A Short Story of Love . . . and Eternity
By Stevesaint
Used by permission of the author’s estate
© 2007 STEVESAINT
“You know, someday you’re gonna let me take you.”
I looked at Andre and shook my head. “I love you, but I don’t want to BE like you.”
“And I love you too, Peter. That’s why I want you to be with me forever.” Andre said, trying to use his magic eyes and their inner ‘will-stealing’ power on me, though he knew by now that it wouldn’t work.
“We’ve been over this too many times. I’m not gay, I don’t wish to be, and you’re not going to share me with any of your female friends so there’s no chance you’re going to turn me into...”
He cut me off. “Okay, okay, but you’re willing to turn your back on immortality?”
“I guess I am, but I still love you, you know.”
I couldn’t help myself. Just one gaze at him; just one gaze into his beautiful yet fathomless eyes and anyone would be hooked. I was—just not enough to finally offer myself to him, though I was weakening.
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We’ve been roommates for a few years now. I liked him from the first time we met, and our rent-sharing seemed like the most reasonable arrangement at the time. I know now that he probably used some of his powers of ‘persuasion’ on me. He admitted as much once when he confided that he’d been infatuated with me from the first day we met. Too bad you’re not gay—his thoughts, not mine. I knew from the beginning that something was odd about Andre, and I’m not speaking about homophobia at all here. He insisted that his bedroom be completely sealed from sunlight. We called in a handyman who skeptically remodeled Andre’s room. He wouldn’t eat anything in front of me. He worked at night and slept during the day—nothing strange about that, just his secrecy. He didn’t seem to have a social life. I mean, I wasn’t a club-hopping fool, but at least I went out on some dates. He never dated.
Everything came together one day when an old girlfriend of mine made a comment about how I seemed to age but Andre didn’t. Andre made a wisecrack that “suckers” like him never grew old. She thought he was just referring to cock-sucking, but I figured it out, though I hardly believed it could really be true. So when we were alone in the apartment, I asked him.
He explained everything: his life, his nocturnal habits, his needs, his desire for me. He laid all his cards on the table. For my part, I told him of my new fears: that he’d take me now that I knew his secret. He assured me he loved me more than I could know, and that anything he did to me would be my decision to make.
Andre often spoke of immortality. He spoke of its many blessings as well as its curses. He spoke of “the life,” as he called it. About his fears and about all the myths that’ve grown over time about people like him. He made feeding sound sensual. He would hug me often, and once kissed me. Yes, I was aroused more than at any other time in my life that day, but I wasn’t ready.
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Everything changed the day my doctor told me about the cancer. Cancer like mine, found in its early stages, wasn’t the death sentence it used to be; nonetheless it got me thinking of my mortality—and how I felt about Andre.
After dark when he exited his special room, I told him about what I’d learned. We cried and hugged. Being this close, his body heat radiating into me, I got an achingly massive hard-on. His power was undeniable. However, when he kissed my neck, I recoiled.
He said, “I wasn’t going to...I promised, remember?”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”
He looked at the bulge in my pants, and said, “I want you to be with me forever. Peter, I love you as I’ve never loved anyone before. It’s time...”
Andre didn’t have to tell me what it’s time for. I knew, and I was finally ready. As we kissed, he slowly unbuttoned my shirt. His hands caressed my chest. I swear my body temperature went up a couple of degrees from his touch. My cock ached, as dribbling precum soaked my briefs. I don’t know how he did it, but I found myself naked and in my own bed with him lying next to me, naked as well. How did I get here and not remember a thing? Andre was whispering my name over and over as if it were a magic chant. For all I knew, maybe it was. His hand gently closed around my tumescent cock and I came, spewing rope after rope of jism all over both of us. He dabbed some onto his fingertips and tasted it.
He leaned closer and whispered, “Don’t worry Peter, I think there’s more where that came from,” and I was certain he was right.
My erection didn’t falter one bit, even after shooting the biggest load of my life. Silently, he slowly ran his fingertips down my chest and over my belly before palming my cock once again. He hunched up onto one elbow and looked at me.
“Those stories about us...you know, the neck and all...are so melodramatic. We know where all the best hot blood will be,” he said as he turned his face to my still-throbbing cock.
He deep throated me more expertly than any woman ever had. I felt my orgasm approaching and grabbed a handful of his hair in one hand and a handful of bedcovering in the other. I knew this was going to be a whopper. I felt a small pin-prick of pain on the shaft of my cock at the same time I exploded in ecstasy.
I screamed “Oh God...Oh...ARRRRRGGGGHHHH” as I came. The most intense orgasm of my life shook my body down to the marrow in my bones. I felt my ejaculatory spasms one after another, miraculously not stopping, not waning—and all while I was still deep in his throat. My mind was clouding up, as if starving for oxygen. Or was it starving for something else? As I blacked out, I was still cumming.
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“How do you feel?”
I opened my eyes to find Andre hovering over me. His enigmatic expression was part concern and part glee. I was still on my bed, naked, and I was still as hard as a rock. I looked at my stiff cock and saw it was bigger than it ever was and all purple and... and... every vein was throbbing like some evil space alien in a low-budget horror film!
“Wh...What did you do to me?”
“What’s the matter? That climax wasn’t good enough for you?” He laughed. “I drank of you, that’s what I did. In fact I drank of you in more than one way, that’s for sure.” He ran his tongue over his upper lip.
I looked again at my swollen cock and saw two small puncture wounds about a third of the way up the shaft. “Does this mean...?”
“Yes and no,” he answered. “I took of you, and now you have to take it back from me.”
“Take it back?”
“Yes. I took your fluids and now you need to get them back...well...now that they’re commingled in me, that is.”
Without further words, he rolled me onto my stomach, but not before I saw his splendid erection quiver as he moved. He was going to fuck me, and I was elated. I’d of course never been with a man before, but all reservations were gone. I wanted him in me as if it always was the natural thing to do. Maybe it always was.
He spit saliva onto his fingers before using it to lubricate me. I raised my ass up for him. When he entered me he started a fire deep within me. I thrust my ass out to take him, to engulf him in that fire. He was slow and gentle all the way. There was no pain, only salvation. I caught his reflection in the dresser mirror (surprise, another myth busted) as he came. I saw his ass cheeks clench on each ejaculation. I lost count at nine. He filled me up.
When he was spent, he pulled me down next to him and we hugged and kissed. He then guided my mouth to his neck and offered himself to me.
“What do I do?” I asked in a whisper.
“Don’t think about it. Just let it happen naturally.”
I placed my lips at his jugular as I felt my mouth changing. My jaw morphed, and soon I was ready to drink. I felt the rush as soon as his blood came into me. My body convulsed and I felt my cock spasm in another orgasm. This was bliss; this was heaven.
He groaned, “Okay...okay...that’s enough for now or you’ll be sick.”
We laid there entwined all night, not sleeping, talking about our future together. Our cocks vibrated like tuning forks; mine—like his has always been—now possessed with a power I needed to learn to control. Tonight, though, would not be about control but about copulation. I’d already cum three times and yet my cock never relaxed. We spooned on the big bed, me behind him.
I wondered about lubrication, but he read my thoughts and said, “No need, I’m ready for you just the way we are.” I positioned the head of my cock at his anus, and it simply slid in, as if it had a mind of its own and knew where it had to be. I held his hips and began my rhythmic thrusting.
Power! I felt an amazing power surge through me as I fucked Andre. I was ramming him at a pace I never thought I could achieve. All the while he muttered “Mmm, it’s okay, hard is good...” over and over again. This orgasm was king; it snuck up on me and I was cumming before I knew I was even close. I felt like my cock was a fire-hose. I kept spraying beyond any reasonable physical limit. Power!
Before dawn, he’d fucked me twice and I did him once more. After I came, he whispered in my ear and told me I was probably ready for more feeding. My ‘education’ was now proceeding to fellatio. I went down on his cock and tried to take him deep, but my gag reflex prevented me from taking him into my throat. I would learn. I sucked him until I felt his cock swell and twitch as he readied to cum. Without any conscious thought, just visceral need, my mouth morphed and my newfound fangs penetrated the largest, throbbing vein on his cock. I drank greedily. Then he came, and I drank again.
Coughing cum but otherwise sated, I rolled back to lie next to him. He was right: the neck was highly overrated.
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His internal clock, honed over eons of lifetime, told him it was time to move.
“Peter, we need to go to my room before the sun comes up.”
“Sun?” Yeah, dumb question.
“C’mon, let’s go. This is Day 1 of your new life...I...we...have to get closed up.”
I knew enough not to ask another dumb question. I followed him through the dark apartment into his bedroom. When he closed the door behind us, I couldn’t see anything—it was pitch black. He led me like the blind man I was to his bed. The rich satin sheets were cool to the touch but soon warmed from the heat we were generating. I offered my ass to him again and he took me. Not gentle this time, but hard and furious.
He came with a grunt, but my ‘new’ ears detected an underlying harmonic that was a growl as old as time itself.
I wanted to drink from his cock once more. He said it wasn’t a good thing to feed again so soon, especially for a newbie like me. I fucked him instead. When it was my turn to cum buried deep in his rectum, it was as if I’d always been there. As if I was always destined to be there. As if there was no other place for my cock but to be there. We were now one.
Just before we fell asleep I asked him about what would happen to me. Andre explained the changes I still had to experience. He told me about the hunger and how often I would need to satisfy it. He told me how he’d satisfied his over the ages.
“Of course, you’ll have to find a new job, now that you’re nocturnal,” he said. “I don’t think I need to tell you this since I think you figured it out on your own, but there’ll be no more cancer. You are beginning your journey through eternity.” He smiled. I somehow knew he smiled, though there was no way in this darkness to see his face. “I love you Peter. Will you be my partner...my love...forever?”
I said, “Yes,” although ‘I Do’ would have been more appropriate for the occasion. “I love you, Andre.”
I fell asleep in his arms, secure in his protection and guidance, for today—and for the centuries to come.
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