Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2008 19:41:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff <hoover_plano@yahoo.com>
Subject: Interlude with a Vampire

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!

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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"