Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2005 16:55:31 -0400
From: mark piotrowski <m_et_piotrowski@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Tall, Dark, And Handsome Stranger Of The Night!

"My Tall, Dark, and Handsome Stranger of the Night"
By Marco Porno


    It happened just a few years ago when I was traveling throughout
Eastern Europe on holiday.  I've always wanted to experience new cultures
and far off places and I chose Eastern Europe as being a good place to
start.  I was an average looking kind of guy, right out of college, and who
had finally decided that Romania would be one of the haunts that I wish to
see.  So, I simply packed my bags, checked my valid passport, and then
headed off for SFO to buy a one-month long round trip ticket for the land
of vampires and werewolves.

    After two weeks in, I was staying at a quaint village tavern house
called "Lupos Vinzuina" (The Lone Wolf) near the Transylvania border that I
decided to go for a late night walk and sample the fresh scenery before me.
The tavern keeper became very worried by my decision and warned me...

    "Since the fall of Communism, the ancient spirits of the undead have
returned and now roam the countryside at night seeking lustful revenge on
the innocent who dare to venture alone."

    I kindly reminded him that I was a big boy and such idle folk tales
wouldn't even scare me if they were true so I went on my merry little way.

    The harvest full moon was so radiant with a brilliant luster of pale
orange/red from the bonfires aglow throughout the ancient countryside,
while rich aromas of different scents of smoldering timbers impregnated the
cool autumn air around me.  As I calmly listened to the soft rustle of
multi-colored leaves underneath my Sketchers, I made my carefree way up the
single-lane cobblestone road towards the nearby hill.  This all-serene
country life that I was experiencing was something that I really could get
use to due to the hustle and bustle of city life back in the states.

    It was not long until I finally reached the hilltop looking over the
dimly-lit village and where I accidentally stumbled across a series of old
ruins.  But from my first vantage point on the roadside, they looked like
some kind of deconsecrated abbey or monastery discarded when the Communists
ruled the country.  And right next to the hallowed out religious structure
laid a series of monoliths marking the dead of centuries long past.  They
were an eternal testament that even though government's change hands that
their departed lives were immortal forever.

    As I slowly walked amongst the moss-scarred tombstones, I then came
upon an old vaulted mausoleum in the heart of the cemetery.  It had a
mediaeval/gothic style, but what amazed me more was that I could see a
small flicker of candlelight from inside.  Thinking that it may be some
local who had taken nightly refuge in the place; so, I slowly crept up to
the entrance to make my presence known. I stood on the front landing,
calmly peered into the crypt, and said...

    "Alo...?"

    Suddenly, a large swarm of bats came flying out of the main entrance
and knocked me down on the leaf covered ground.  In my brief daze, I was
able to quickly recover and saw "Him" standing there on the landing.  He
was casually dressed in a dark colored turtleneck with faded black jeans.
But what was most alluring about him was his rich and dark Romanian
physique that appealed to me the most.  His piercing black eyes were ablaze
with the hunger of a half-crazed wolf that glistened from the blood-red
specks in the full moonlight.  I was truly spellbound from that moment on.

    We spoke not a single word at first as he silently glared down at the
enlarged bulge concealed inside my muddy denims.  I too stared up at his
well-endowed manly bulge that seemed to grow ever so larger with each
single beat of my heart.  He quickly gave me a sly grin and merely walked
over to help me up.

    "Alo..." I quickly brushed off the mud and leaf debris with
embarrassment! "My name is Marco Porno from America.  Do you speak
English?"

    "Desigur..." as the handsome stranger answered back with a sweet
Romanian flare!  "Yes, I do speak very good Anglish...!  My name is Lucien,
Lucien Demetri Dumitrescu, and what brings you out at this time of night?"

    "Well, you might just say that I'm soaking up some of the local culture
so to let out all that bad San Fran city air."

    "I'm sure the villagers down below warned you that it's not safe to
venture alone at night.  Who knows whom or what you will meet up with?"

    "I think that I can truly handle any unforeseen situation when it
arrives," as I gave him quick pat on his tight, muscular rear-end with a
coy smile.

    "Then, you're a real man of mystery like myself?"

    Lucien politely invited me over towards the mausoleum's stone steps so
we can sit down and get to know each other better.  He told me that he was
of ancient royal blood, fled Romania during the Communist regime to
Austria, and stayed there until his homeland was finally free once more.  I
casually told him that I had just graduated from college with a bachelor's
degree in Ancient European History with a minor in foreign language and was
here on holiday to see it all for myself.

    "So, are you finding Romania more alluring than you thought," as he
spoke with a haunting passion that could split my jean crotch seams?

    "Ah.Yes...umm.I mean...everyone here is so very friendly that I'm sure
my trip will be the most fulfilling one indeed!"

    And, I seductively licked my lips with a quick glance at his massive
growing crotch below.

    Lucien calmly placed his masculine hand on my firm leg and stroked it
ever so tenderly just like petting a cat.  My engorged cock grew harder
with each stroke just wanting to release it and let my cum fly into the
cool night air.  Lucian too knew that I was in dire heat and gently traced
his fingers along the rigid outline of my long meaty cock now concealed in
the denims.  I simply closed my eyes and let out such a lustful sigh of
sheer ecstasy.  He knew how to get me aroused and yet we had only met this
very night.

    I slowly opened my eyes and quietly placed my hand on his jean-covered
rock hard manhood.  I could feel his blood-gorged cock pulsated heavily
just waiting for my warm mouth the swallow it whole and bring him to utter
full climax.  My bold horniness finally took over and fiercely pulled at
his black denim jeans buttons as they went.

    "Pop, Pop, Pop.!"

    Within a mere flash, I saw the most glorious uncut piece of horseflesh
that I've laid eyes on before?  My erotic suspense was assured when his
massive 12-incher sprang straight up from its silken black pubic lair
inviting me to savor on its sweet juices.  Lucien slyly smiled back at me
with another look of animal magnetism and then calmly laid back ready for
my hungry mouth to devour his meat whole.

    In the past, I've often thought of myself as giving good head but this
was truly a challenge indeed! He simply closed his eyes, gave out a growl,
and waited for my hot, wet mouth to do its dirty work.  I seductively
tickled his meaty foreskin with the tip my tongue, as the sweet taste
impelled me to do more.  With one deep breath, I took him whole...all the
way down to his thick shaft base.  Lucien cried out like a horny wolf in
dire heat while I went to work on him.  Never had I ever experience such
pleasure of a massive cock in my mouth before.

    Up and down, slowly at first, and then I became a savage animal
tormented into wanting his huge cock for my very own.  I could feel that he
was getting real close, as he bucked uncontrollably just waiting to explode
deep in my mouth.  However, this was not to be, for he had suddenly stopped
me in cold rhythm.

    "Nici," as he reclaimed his composure!  "No, I want to fill you up with
my sweet male nectar like a virgin on her wedding night!"

    "But, where can we go," while still savoring the last pre-cum juices
from his huge pulsating cock?

    "In there," as he turned his head with a sly smile and nodded towards
the vaulted mausoleum!  "I want to split you wide-open and feed you my
throbbing tube steak in your tight, hot ass!"

    "I haven't been fucked for quite a while and I think your cock is way
too big for me to handle?"

    "I am a true master when it comes to fucking," and Lucien seductively
led me into the vault still under his spell of alluring manliness.

    Once inside, there was a large white marble tomb in the center with a
scatter of blood-red rose petals on its surface.  He forcibly turned me
around and viciously ripped off my jeans with one full tug.  My now
released erect 8-incher bounced up and down in the cool autumn night air as
he knelt down and swallowed me whole.  I knew from that very moment that he
was the true master and I was his slave.  I closed my eyes and let him do
his very best to me.  My well-hung hairy balls swung wide under his fierce
sexual attack that I was receiving.

    "Lucien!  Take me!  Take all of me!  I am yours for the pleasure," I
erotically cried out in those wee early hours of the morning!

    Lucien pushed me up on top of the tomb, threw my legs up over his
shoulders, and rimmed my ass with his hot voracious mouth.  But, he
suddenly stopped for a brief moment, looked deep into my eyes with lustful
evil admiration, and placed me in some kind of erotic trance.

    "Marco," he softly spoke in a mesmerizing tone!  "You shall now
experience what true love is like you have never had before!"

    "I'm yours Lucien...Forever...!"

    He calmly repositioned himself over me and then shoved his huge uncut
dick deep into my butt hole, which would give me hours upon hours of
non-stop fucking pleasure.  Our pungent smells of hot male musk filled up
the entire vault while he forcibly raped me over and over again.  Our
bodies intertwined to become one that very night.  With one final deep
thrust, Lucien gave out such a terrifying howl that summoned on a
heart-stopping chorus of wolf calls from miles around.

    Suddenly, I awoke from my night of hot passion and it was early
morning.  The bright sun's rays beamed in from the main entrance but I
could see no sign of Lucien anywhere?  I called out for him and still there
was no reply?

    Was this just some erotic dream brought on by my lustful cravings for
hot sex with a Romanian hunk, as I thought to myself while putting on my
jeans?

    Well, I slowly looked around the mausoleum to get my bearings again
before leaving.  At the head of the tomb bore a golden ornate candelabrum
with melted wax residue on it.  But, one thing I noticed was some Romanian
Cyrillic letters edged on top of the tomb's slab.  I curiously leaned over,
quickly brushed off the cum-moist rose petals with my hands, and to my
startling surprise it had read...


Duce Lucien Demetri Dumitrescu

Nascut: 07 Noiembrie 1758

Amortit: ?

Pisica sfarsit!

(The End!)

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