SERIOUSLY, ALWAYS YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL by Randall Morgan -- CHAPTER THREE
Well here is another one! This one is graphic and should not be read by anyone who is not an adult. Pls share your thoughts. The beautiful image of Brian and Eric is by Heather, thanks H.
THREE: Brian’s POV
I lost a few minutes of time between the scary hot woman leaving the room and the even scarier and, to me, much hotter man leaving his desk chair to stand in front of me. He is one big, tall hunk of beautiful blond. I seem to be going through a blond phase, first my stalker and now him. I remind myself he’s not a man, he’s a vampire and I don’t know the protocol here. His legs are spread wide and his crotch fills up the front of his dark jeans in a way I find irresistible. I look up at him to make sure I’m not misreading this.
“Amuse me,” he repeats and I assume he doesn’t want to hear a dirty joke or my imitation of Donald Duck. I move into the v between his legs and press my body close to his. His skin feels remarkably cool. I want to see him sweat. I want to break through his icy, Nordic surface and see what boils inside. I lean in to kiss him and he pulls back a little, staring at me. Is he one of those “I don’t kiss” faggots? I hate that. I put a hand on the back of his head and press my mouth against his. His long hair feels like silk, it’s so soft.
He reaches back and pries my hand away and moves his face so my lips are not on his. “Don’t touch my hair.”
I feel a little drunk, even though I haven’t had a drink other than a watered down scotch on the plane. “Right,” I grab his hair in both hands as I plunge my tongue into his mouth. I sense a moment of resistance and then he relents and kisses me back, and I can feel him growing against my groin.
I flatten my hand on his shifting bulge as he spreads his hands on my ass, yanking me closer. We bump cocks and then I reach down to open his fly. Out pops the devil and it’s a good one, thick, long, uncut and hard. Jackpot! I drop down to taste it and it tastes good and salty, like the sea. I hear him groan as I give him the works. A little tongue tipping under the foreskin, some long strokes down the shaft, followed by the deep plunge that causes him to grab my shoulders and moan. I go runaway elevator on him, up and down, fast and slow, halfway and all the way and when he surrenders it to me, it hits hard against the back of my throat and I swallow it. I’m beginning to understand why people hang out at vampire bars.
I stand up and notice his fair skin, such perfect white skin, has turned pink and his bonnie blue eyes are rendered dark by dilated pupils. He pulls me up against him, surprising me with how strong he is as he kisses me with an urgency I echo. “That was very amusing,” he hisses against my ear and then shoves me over the side of his desk and pulls my trousers down and my shirt off, both in such quick motions that I didn’t see it coming. I don’t often give it up this way, especially with someone I just met. But he’s very convincing and by the time he’s dropped down to engage in some serious rimming, I’m not in the mood to say no.
“Condom,” I remind him over my shoulder and he glares at me.
“I don’t have any diseases.”
“Condom,” I repeat, not falling for that freshman trick. I don’t know whether vampires have STDs or not and I don’t intend to find out the fatal way. He looks perplexed so I grab my pants and root around in a pocket and toss him a foil. “You do know how to use one, right?”
He sneers at me, pops it on with a roll of his eyes and before I can get in a good position for it, he’s in me, all the way and banging hard. Whoa! My prostate throbs at the contact and he’s so powerful he brings me to my toes with each thrust. I grab my cock because I know it’s not going to last and it doesn’t. I soon fly a load across the paperwork and trinkets cluttering his desk. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow down. I’m getting hard again, or maybe still. The sensation is almost too good. I feel his lips on my neck, my shoulder, I feel his teeth scrape me, bite me, and I don’t care. In fact, it pushes me into another orgasm and then he hits his target and pulls out of me.
My knees are a little rubbery as I snake back into my trousers and turn to face him, leaving the fly open. He has a thin trail of blood on that strong cleft chin and I have blood running down my shoulder. “Sorry,” he says as he licks it off and then runs his tongue over the wound, causing it to heal immediately.
That’s when I know for sure. He really is a vampire. There really are vampires and I just fucked one. It was one of those rare fucks that I will remember on a lonely night when I am home, searching for a memory to get me off. I try to make peace with that revelation about him as we both get our clothes back in order. He grimaces as he notices my sparkling little trails across his desk.
“Clean that up, will you?”
“With what?”
He looks around and tosses me a Fangtasia t-shirt from his stockpile of merchandise. I toss it back. “You clean it up.”
He gives me a look that makes me feel that was perhaps a stupid thing to say, so I pick up the t-shirt, wipe it up and drop the soiled cloth on the floor. “You bit me.”
“Yes.”
“You really are a vampire.”
“As I said.”
“So what does this mean? I turn into a vampire now?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
The door opens and Pam de Beaufort comes in. She looks at me and then smirks at him. “Bla, bla, vampire emergency, bla bla.”
“Not now, Pam.”
“Yes now, Eric.”
He motions me out of the room and that annoys me. I don’t like being dismissed. He senses that and adds, “If you don’t mind.”
I walk out and she closes the door behind me. I notice people in the club are staring at me and that there’s still some residual blood on my neck. It’s like they all know and they all…envy me. Why? Isn’t that why they’re here? To get bitten and fucked by vampires? I walk over to the bar, order a scotch and wait. For what? I don’t know. Is she his jealous girlfriend? His wife? Do vampires have wives? Will he come back out or is it over? I’m okay either way. I’m not into drama. But this is business, too, so I can’t just walk out, which is my inclination.
A couple people or maybe vampires, I don’t know anymore, come over to me, but I’m an expert at turning away an unwelcome invitation. I want to call Michael and tell him what I did, tell him about my gorgeous undead Viking but he would just tell me I was drunk and hang up on me.
I can still feel the not unpleasant throb he left deep inside of me because of his size and his stamina. It just makes me want him again. More. Want more of that big Viking…I jump when someone puts a hand on my shoulder. A man who has to be a vampire judging by his pallor and rather gaunt look says, “”Pam told me to take you to your hotel in Shreveport.” I nod, hoping she also told him not to kill me on the way. I guess my vampire party is over. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. We go outside and get in a dark colored SUV with heavily tinted windows. All I can do now is file the night away in my Most Unusual Tricks box of memories, and see if they call me about the work.
THREE: Brian’s POV
I lost a few minutes of time between the scary hot woman leaving the room and the even scarier and, to me, much hotter man leaving his desk chair to stand in front of me. He is one big, tall hunk of beautiful blond. I seem to be going through a blond phase, first my stalker and now him. I remind myself he’s not a man, he’s a vampire and I don’t know the protocol here. His legs are spread wide and his crotch fills up the front of his dark jeans in a way I find irresistible. I look up at him to make sure I’m not misreading this.
“Amuse me,” he repeats and I assume he doesn’t want to hear a dirty joke or my imitation of Donald Duck. I move into the v between his legs and press my body close to his. His skin feels remarkably cool. I want to see him sweat. I want to break through his icy, Nordic surface and see what boils inside. I lean in to kiss him and he pulls back a little, staring at me. Is he one of those “I don’t kiss” faggots? I hate that. I put a hand on the back of his head and press my mouth against his. His long hair feels like silk, it’s so soft.
He reaches back and pries my hand away and moves his face so my lips are not on his. “Don’t touch my hair.”
I feel a little drunk, even though I haven’t had a drink other than a watered down scotch on the plane. “Right,” I grab his hair in both hands as I plunge my tongue into his mouth. I sense a moment of resistance and then he relents and kisses me back, and I can feel him growing against my groin.
I flatten my hand on his shifting bulge as he spreads his hands on my ass, yanking me closer. We bump cocks and then I reach down to open his fly. Out pops the devil and it’s a good one, thick, long, uncut and hard. Jackpot! I drop down to taste it and it tastes good and salty, like the sea. I hear him groan as I give him the works. A little tongue tipping under the foreskin, some long strokes down the shaft, followed by the deep plunge that causes him to grab my shoulders and moan. I go runaway elevator on him, up and down, fast and slow, halfway and all the way and when he surrenders it to me, it hits hard against the back of my throat and I swallow it. I’m beginning to understand why people hang out at vampire bars.
I stand up and notice his fair skin, such perfect white skin, has turned pink and his bonnie blue eyes are rendered dark by dilated pupils. He pulls me up against him, surprising me with how strong he is as he kisses me with an urgency I echo. “That was very amusing,” he hisses against my ear and then shoves me over the side of his desk and pulls my trousers down and my shirt off, both in such quick motions that I didn’t see it coming. I don’t often give it up this way, especially with someone I just met. But he’s very convincing and by the time he’s dropped down to engage in some serious rimming, I’m not in the mood to say no.
“Condom,” I remind him over my shoulder and he glares at me.
“I don’t have any diseases.”
“Condom,” I repeat, not falling for that freshman trick. I don’t know whether vampires have STDs or not and I don’t intend to find out the fatal way. He looks perplexed so I grab my pants and root around in a pocket and toss him a foil. “You do know how to use one, right?”
He sneers at me, pops it on with a roll of his eyes and before I can get in a good position for it, he’s in me, all the way and banging hard. Whoa! My prostate throbs at the contact and he’s so powerful he brings me to my toes with each thrust. I grab my cock because I know it’s not going to last and it doesn’t. I soon fly a load across the paperwork and trinkets cluttering his desk. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow down. I’m getting hard again, or maybe still. The sensation is almost too good. I feel his lips on my neck, my shoulder, I feel his teeth scrape me, bite me, and I don’t care. In fact, it pushes me into another orgasm and then he hits his target and pulls out of me.
My knees are a little rubbery as I snake back into my trousers and turn to face him, leaving the fly open. He has a thin trail of blood on that strong cleft chin and I have blood running down my shoulder. “Sorry,” he says as he licks it off and then runs his tongue over the wound, causing it to heal immediately.
That’s when I know for sure. He really is a vampire. There really are vampires and I just fucked one. It was one of those rare fucks that I will remember on a lonely night when I am home, searching for a memory to get me off. I try to make peace with that revelation about him as we both get our clothes back in order. He grimaces as he notices my sparkling little trails across his desk.
“Clean that up, will you?”
“With what?”
He looks around and tosses me a Fangtasia t-shirt from his stockpile of merchandise. I toss it back. “You clean it up.”
He gives me a look that makes me feel that was perhaps a stupid thing to say, so I pick up the t-shirt, wipe it up and drop the soiled cloth on the floor. “You bit me.”
“Yes.”
“You really are a vampire.”
“As I said.”
“So what does this mean? I turn into a vampire now?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
The door opens and Pam de Beaufort comes in. She looks at me and then smirks at him. “Bla, bla, vampire emergency, bla bla.”
“Not now, Pam.”
“Yes now, Eric.”
He motions me out of the room and that annoys me. I don’t like being dismissed. He senses that and adds, “If you don’t mind.”
I walk out and she closes the door behind me. I notice people in the club are staring at me and that there’s still some residual blood on my neck. It’s like they all know and they all…envy me. Why? Isn’t that why they’re here? To get bitten and fucked by vampires? I walk over to the bar, order a scotch and wait. For what? I don’t know. Is she his jealous girlfriend? His wife? Do vampires have wives? Will he come back out or is it over? I’m okay either way. I’m not into drama. But this is business, too, so I can’t just walk out, which is my inclination.
A couple people or maybe vampires, I don’t know anymore, come over to me, but I’m an expert at turning away an unwelcome invitation. I want to call Michael and tell him what I did, tell him about my gorgeous undead Viking but he would just tell me I was drunk and hang up on me.
I can still feel the not unpleasant throb he left deep inside of me because of his size and his stamina. It just makes me want him again. More. Want more of that big Viking…I jump when someone puts a hand on my shoulder. A man who has to be a vampire judging by his pallor and rather gaunt look says, “”Pam told me to take you to your hotel in Shreveport.” I nod, hoping she also told him not to kill me on the way. I guess my vampire party is over. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. We go outside and get in a dark colored SUV with heavily tinted windows. All I can do now is file the night away in my Most Unusual Tricks box of memories, and see if they call me about the work.