Vampire Razor Gayblood

Times always change. The hunt is not what it used to be. Personal invasion of privacy is so common now that seldom does one have to go out to get a snack. Who could turn down the delectable neck of a pizza delivery boy? Who could refuse the blood of a cable guy? It is the Jehovah Witnesses that bug me. Always coming in pairs of two is a let down. I am not the kind of person to do a three-way.1

I am bored and need to move again to the country and enjoy the hunting excursions. I will pack my bags and vacate the premises tomorrow. I am thinking maybe a vacation house in dreary Maine. A habitat close to the ocean. The cold spray of Fall and Winter will do my hot bones some good.2

The train ride was a pleasant experience. Gliding over smooth rails to my new destination. The new house is a two story saltbox overlooking a cliff. The basement is perfect. There is a forest of crowded trees behind the place that will afford me many hours of pleasing walks. I like to go through bush, and brush, and viney entanglements. The waves wash onto the rocks below and seem with each rush to measure uncounted time.3

Soon I will begin the next full hunt and imbibe the body like a full bottle of wine. Until then I will savour the residue of the last one. I was skirting the streets and walking passed quite a few after hours' bars. Patrons left in small groups at times and upon others one by one. I always preferred the solitary figure. But in times not so long ago it was easy to enter a group and weed them down to the satisfying one. An added element to the hunt.4

A man alone left The Fruit Cage and I followed a modest distance. I overtook him at a crossing light. He was fumbling with a cigarette and I offered a light. An expression of help was always a welcomed thing. And then conversation could be started up. But it is best to let them begin.5

He was very alert and drunk not at all. Why he would fumble was perhaps just an expression of longing? He had the fingers of an expert smoker and held the cylinder exactly. He blew smoke and when the light was in our favor we crossed the street.6

"I do not live far from here," is all he said.7

"I live in the opposite direction;" I told him and furthered with, "staying in a lovely hotel here in your town and am out to see the lights, and shop windows, and stars of a gorgeous evening."8

He replied, "I hear in your accent that you are not a local."9

He told me that he was tired and had had a long day at the mill and had stopped in for his one drink. I told him I was tired as well. I added that my flight had been delayed and that airport wait overs had drained me but I dared not miss a sight seeing tour my first night here.10

He said that a drink at his place would hit the spot and surely revive me. I told him that it would be nice. We hoofed several more streets and made a turn to the left. We were leaving the business district and entering parks and areas of houses crowded upon each other. We continued on and shortly down an alley only a few blocks more we came to a back door. It was painted black and dented in several places. On the other side was an unadorned concrete wall. The monotonous pattern: grey and uninviting. We journeyed down close to the wall through a hallway lighted by overhead bulbs without casings. There was an end to the wall and a sharp turn to the right. A set of stairs led upward. At the top was a veranda open to the view of a junked car part garden. Doors to the left marked with Roman numerals led us on. At III he paused and dug into his jeans pocket and pulled out a key that let us in.11

The scent of vanilla teased my nostrils. He smoked vanilla tobacco and burned vanilla candles and used a vanilla room deodorant. It was quite pleasing. One night light was burning in a low wall socket. It was a combination light and fragrance holder. I am sure vanilla must be in it too.12

He made no move to turn a light on but went on into the first room and lighted a long and slim taper of light that soon filled most of the room. I could see above a white unfurled parachute. This industrial front room held a weight machine in a corner and a well padded sofa that was as well worn as it was over stuffed. It had a beige sheet drapped over it for sitting. There was a coffee service table in front of the couch. Smoking material was laid out in a well ordered manner.13

He directed me to move over and add myself to the couch. I sat down and in one liquid movement he had removed his shirt revealing a massive and well defined chest full of dark and matted and entangled hair. "Make yourself at home," he intoned. "Coming out of this shirt is the first thing I do each night after getting home," he continued. He removed his work boots and told me that this was his second custom.14

I merely sat on the piece of furniture and surveyed the room adjoining. I could see the dim expanse of a small dining alcove and must imagine that a kitchen was to the left of it. 15

"I will bring you a drink from the frig and would like to smoke if you do not mind?"16

He brought two bottles of cold coolers and I could make out the labels to be Green Apple. He twisted off both caps and offered one to me. I thanked him and sat mine on the table. There was a hand fashioned square of knit that I am sure was a coaster. He took a long swallow of his and then a smaller sip and sat his bottle down on a square that he fished from somewhere on a ledge under that table. I assumed mostly he drank and smoked alone and that I must have inadvertantly taken his seat.17

"I am not much of a drinker," I told him. There were several pipes laying about. I asked to borrow one and he obliged.18

We smoked the leaves of vanilla and in the candle light his chest would be brought to illumination each time he struck another match in an attempt to keep his pipe going. My eyes gazed upon his manly beauty and every glimpse of him got me more and more lost in the manscape of his body and the abs right above his beltless jeans.19

Sheer curtains hung at windows with blinds under them. Very little light came in. It was a romantic setting. He was all muscle and hair and the perfect example of the factory animal. 20

After the first pipe I finished, his first drink was downed and he went to the frig to get another after refusing to take the offer of my untouched drink. He took his time. More time than was actually needed and I took it as a hint to get involved and gave in to the temptation to become somewhat disrobed.21

I was sitting shirtless on the couch when he returned. My ivory skin must have looked like a marble statue when he looked at it but he seemed to be impressed with my smooth definition. I had only a love trail of blond hair going from my navel that got lost where my pants set in. 22

He told me that I was a pretty blond boy. I told him that he was an impressive hairy specimen of the male form. He drank his bottle slowly and said very little. He seemed a bit sad but nevertheless soon took my hand and with his other hand began a trip up my arm. He touched my shoulder. I responded and we were in each other's arms. Our cheeks touched and soon his lips met my neck and afterwards my lips met his too. Not long in coming until our lips met in earnest and we were fully into kissing. Our tongues did nothing. Only our lips strong and firm upon each other as only two men can do.23

We kissed forever and my hands played with the hair on his chest and I teased his nipples with my fingers. He kissed and tongue licked mine.24

It was time long ago to be fully out of our clothes but still we lingered over the kissing that he seemed not to get enough of. Finally the sin of complete shedding of skin took place and we were two naked creatures together.25

He manned the couch like a raft in a tempest tossed sea. We held on to each other like ship wrecked survivors. Our manhoods rose to the conflict. His as uncut as mine was cut. His longer and yet slimmer to mine thicker and abit shorter.26

I needed to go down on his and placed the engorged instrument into my mouth and let my desire deep throat his hard and throbbing shaft. I used every muscle in my tongue to usher the man juice out and had his fully drank after a few moments. He came with a shuddering ease. And I tasted the sweet of him and the salf of him. He was every inch a man and tasted like the dew from Eden.27

I held his sweating body to mine and licked the perspiration off him. I wanted every ounce of liquid that I could get from this one. I told him that if he had to piss that this would indeed be a good time. He placed his after sex flaccid cock into my mouth and slowly let out a stream that I took like a thirsty schoolboy. It tasted better than blood. Oh, I wanted all of him now.28

And I wanted him to fuck me as I neck drained him. He placed himself in my ass and started filling me with his dick as I drew him close and fang impaled him at the neck. I slowly began to teasingly drain him as he died away in his swoon of stroking and riding me like a stallion free at last to take the last caper into the Elysian fields. As he shuddered in the death throes of his massive orgasm I was down to the last few drops of his blood. Had he lingered any further there would have not been enough blood to support his completely satisfying fuck.29

He lay dead in my arms, completely satisfied with love. I held him now closer than ever I did while he was alive. I rocked him more to sleep than ever his mother would have. I kissed his forehead and told him goodbye. In the dim light and with vampire vision I carried him in my lover's arms to his one bedroom and pulled back the coverlet and laid him gently into place and came in beside him. And I took his ass in death and necrolly filled him with the last testament of unhuman cum that he would be getting from a man in this world.30

Lastly, I kissed his lips. Without knowing his name I spread my vampiric wings and overshadowed his lifeless form. I called him Adam and let myself out of his private chamber. I was sick of heart to let myself go of him. His blood was like a fire in my veins. His life was like roses opening in a garden. I felt his power and his strength. Ages ago some sculptor would have made him immortal in stone. Little did he know that I had made him immortal after another fashion. Soon he would arise and begin his own conquest of flesh and blood.31

He would never forget me and I would never forget this one either. Such was the memories of my last encounter.32

It is late and morning light begins to tease the dawn of a new day and the waves wash upon the below shore and it is time for me to sleep and dream. I dream of men in my arms and blood in my veins. Yes, the hunting will be good in Maine. There are lumberjacks frolicking the forests and fishermen going out and in during all kinds of weather. I will feast here for my heart's content. 33

Adam grew ever lonely in his Roman numeral domain. There was a scent luring him north and he knew that he would follow the whiff until it led him to the man of his dreams. After finding him he had plans for their nightmare of love to fully begin again.34