Deadly Passions

Growing up I always knew there was something different about me when compared to other boys And it wasn't just the fact that I liked other boys. From a very early age I was attracted to men. By the time I started high school I had been watching porn and masturbating for a few years. Searching sites like PornHub and RedTube I primarily looked for videos involving muscular and highly attractive men having sex with women. That was what I looked at initially, until I came to realize that my attention was more drawn towards the attractive men..... Most specifically their incredible bodies. One day I was home alone and I was bored flipping through the channels. It was late at night so most of the programming was late night news, movies and of course the occasional adult content. But there was nothing good on the television so I turned it off and went upstairs to my room.

My bedroom is not what comes to mind when you think of a teenage boy’s room. I made it a point to always keep my room as clean as it could be. I would be lying to you if I had told you my room was completely clean. There were junk here and there, such as dirty sneakers in the corner of my room; the collection of pornographic magazines hidden under my bed; and of course the pile of dirty clothes that I stuffed in my closet. But most importantly I had a desktop computer all to myself.

Once I entered my room I shut the door and pulled my pants down. After a few hours of searching the web I came across something that sparked my attention. It was a video on PornHub of two men one with blonde hair and the other with dark brown hair. The two men had amazing bodies, they were the most muscular men I’d ever seen with rock hard cocks too. The two men were stretched out on a big soft bed with a busty blonde between them. They were taking turns kissing her, rubbing their hands over her big breasts and her smooth pussy. Then suddenly the two men stopped kissing the woman and started kissing each other. My cock twitched at the sight of the two men making out and when they started fucking all while the women urged them on I lost it. I  was so turned on by the two men and their passionate love-making that I forgot their was even a woman in the video. It should come as no surprise to you that it was on that day that I realized I was gay. For years I tried to deny, but I always knew

It appears that I have been so involved in trying to tell you about how I discovered my attraction for men that I haven’t told you my name or anything other then the fact that I’m gay. Let me start by telling you my name. My name is William de Mercy or Will for short and I’m a junior in high school. I would be what they call one of the weird kids. From a young age I just never seemed to fit in with the cool kids. Nevertheless I did have friends of my own. Two best friends named Jason and Chris (but we called him Coop or Cooper more often then not). Jason was about 5’10” with dirty blonde hair, an athletic build, with a wicked sense of humor to match. My other friend Cooper was far taller standing well over six feet by the time we were freshmen in high school. Cooper’s height was about the only thing that he had going for him. He had red hair and freckles to match and was a skinny as a stick.

As far as I know my family is of European descent, but I have always had a darker complexion then most of my friends and relatives. To match that I have dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a long thin nose between them. I even had nice full lips, the kind of lips that women and men alike go through surgery to obtain. Of my three friends I was not only the shortest standing at 5’7” I was also the skinniest as well. Not to mention I was near sighted so I was forced to wear these huge thick glasses. 

The summer before high school I decided to rectify this by working out and going to the gym as much as humanly possible. By the time I had reached my junior year of high school I finally had a body to be proud of. I may have only been 5 foot 7 inches but now I had muscles as well. From all those hours spent at the gym my body had transformed for the better. I now had thick heavy pecs that clung to the tight shirts I enjoyed wearing. My arms were huge from lifting all those heavy weights; so much so that they often threatened to burst out of my sleeves. I even had a full six pack; the kind that men envy and straight women and gay men alike lust after.

But there was a certain appendage that had never been small about me. I’m talking about the well-endowed member hanging between my legs. In certain circumstances it could have made me a tripod. My dick wasn't just long it was thick too. I could wrap both hands around the shaft and still have room for a mouth. I’d like to think my cock being such nice length is god’s way of making up for my short stature.

You could say that I more then made up for my short stature with my muscles. But with all my muscles and how toned my body had become I was still an outcast.....a weirdo when the popular kids looked at me. I was nothing but a musclebound nerd to them. A nerd with a fascination for the supernatural.......the undead in particular. Ever since I can remember I have had a special fascination with vampires and anything to do with vampires. 

Being a homosexual young man partly in the closet I believe I have much in common with the blood-sucking creatures lurking in the shadows. Vampires can’t come out into the sunlight while being a homosexual young man I feel it almost impossible to come out of the closet.

My fascination with vampires began years ago when I had my first dream about one of them. The man, or should I say the vampire (because his features were too enhanced fro him to be a mere mortal in question was the most attractive person I have ever laid eyes on even if it was just a dream. His physical features were so perfect he could have been a male model I had seen somewhere and simply forgotten about. The vampire came to me in my dreams almost every night without fail. And every morning I would wake up with my cock still leaking precum and my sheets soaking wet from my wet-dream.

The vampire in my dreams had such an air about him, even though I knew nothing about him I was certain he was of noble birth. He had ice blue eyes, an aquiline nose between them, rosy pink lips below and skin so pale it would have burned upon stepping foot in the sunlight. But he  was handsome nevertheless with long blonde locks of hair hanging down his back. Not to mention he was about a foot taller then me and just as muscular as I was now. 

I do believe that the handsome vampire that came to me in my dreams every night is what inspired me to workout and improve my body. All the dreams happened exactly the same way for the most part. I would be laying in my bed waiting to fall asleep. I would close my eyes and when I would open them again there he would be standing there hovering above me. I knew he was a vampire from the the first moment I laid eyes on him. That pale skin of his. His mysterious nature and the blood that dripped from his lips as he stared intently at me all led me to the conclusion that he was indeed a vampire.

On the first night when he came to me I had a look of fear in eyes, upon seeing the blood. The vampire saw right through my look of fear he knew that I was afraid of what he would do to me. But every time he would assure me that he meant me no harm and that he had come for me. Telling me how much he loved me. I would alway reply to him telling him that I didn't know him but he would tell me that I did and that even now he could recognize me. Before I could protest the vampire would plant those sweet lips of his on mine and we would start making out.

He would take me into his arms and he would kiss me so passionately that I could have sworn it was reality. He would whisper into my ears sweet words and secrets that lovers share between one another. He would kiss me so intensely and every time I would beg for him to let me go further but every time he would refuse me. Telling me how could not. How he could not go further because then he would hurt me.  I had no idea what he meant by this. 

But every time I tried to press the issue I would either wake up and the dream would be over or he would disappear leaving me all alone in my bed with a hard cock and longing for his tender touch. After all that time I still have yet to know his name. I only know that he is of French descent judging by his his heavy French accent. 

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My name is Armand Devereux and I have spent two hundred years searching the world for my true love; My beloved Henri. I have traveled all over the world looking for him visiting much of Europe, parts of Asia, Africa and even the Americas. I cannot even began to describe all the places that I have been in search of the man that I love. I was in France for the French Revolution but declined to stay in the country of my ancestors  following the execution of their majesties the king and queen of France; given the people’s hatred for the aristocracy and anything they didn’t understand. Being an aristocratic undead creature I was both.

I spent the remainder of the eighteenth century visiting the nations of Europe; Russia, Sweden, the United Kingdom, Austria and going from the capitals of the world powers looking for my love and bedding and feasting on as many handsome men as I could find. I even sailed across the ocean to see for myself the tiny nation that had defeated the huge British Empire. I stayed in the States long enough to have a few flings and to take my pick of the juiciest males the Americas had to offer but returned to France in time to witness Napoleon Bonaparte’s usurpation of the French crown  I even spent a few years in the Middle East traveling through the Ottoman and Persian Empires.

Even now I think I would love to visit the Middle East in the nineteenth century again. I don't think I have ever had as much sex as I had in Istanbul and Cairo. Back then it wasn't hard to find a young man willing to have sex with a stranger for money. Even better still there were so many handsome faces that when one of them went missing after I had drink my fill of their blood, people barely blinked an eye. I’m not a cold blooded killer. I only kill for necessity for my survival.  After the Middle East I traveled along the Silk Road towards the east spending some time in India, visiting South-East Asia before proceeding to China. I visited Japan for a time. In the east I was a rarity to them; few of them having seen a white man before especially one as handsome as me. I managed to find a Dutch ship that was headed towards the newly established colony of  Australia. From their I gained passage on a ship headed for  the southern tip of Africa. I spent some time in that continent as well visiting most notably Abyssinia (what is now known as Ethiopia). I managed to reach Europe in time for the Exhibition in Paris. It the perfect opportunity for me. I feasted for days on young men and the occasional woman who caught my fancy. It was like moths to a flame. I don't think I ever drink the blood from so many willing young men in my entire life as a vampire except for when I journeyed across the Atlantic once more to the United States. This was in the 1860s.

The second time I traveled to the United States, I was met by a different nation. The United States at that time was growing and it appeared (on the outside at least) to be strong and united. In reality not much had changed since my last stint there almost sixty years ago. The country was deeply divided between north and south; the issue of slavery and the federal government’s supposed encroachment on the the southern states rights. I arrived in New York, the port of call for many immigrants coming into the United States at that time, just as the American Republic was on the brink of war....a civil war.

To be honest with you I had known the United States would go to war with its self for years before I made the trip across the great sea. The disgruntlement that I saw in the United States was exactly what I had seen in France. Just before the third estate came and murdered our King and Queen, butchering along with their majesties nearly every blue-blooded peacock in France. Even though my family had been living in England for quite some time the French Revolution destroyed the only world I had ever known. The Ancien Regime as modern historians call it.

For the first few months I spent time visiting several northern cities, including Philadelphia, Boston, and Washington DC. Being a vampire I would be lying to you if I told you that I had traveled to the States to simply see the sights. I knew that war was coming to the United States; and with it a sea of blood. Because of my accursed nature I lusted for blood more and more, with each  passing day. But enough of bygone days my story is actually set in the present day. After spending over two hundred years traveling around the world in search of my love I settled in Port Mercy, Maine.

The present story begins on a rainy Monday morning. It came to pass that as I was returning to the abandoned mansion that I had called my home for last fifty years I came across a young man stranded on the side of the road. He was fiddling around the front of his car, apparently he was having some trouble starting the car. It was the early morning so it was still pretty dark outside, but I could see the young man as clear as day. He had rain jacket over a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. His hair was a dark color. As I approached him I noticed other things about him. My eyes were drawn to his firm backside. He was on the shorter side but he more then made up for with that plump ass of his.

For a while I just stood there in the distance, watching the young man’s ass bounce and jiggle as he tried to fix his car. Finally I spoke up. “Good morning” I began as I wiped the fresh blood from my lips. My eyes still fixated on that nice tight ass..... I had already had breakfast that morning but I was interested in dessert as well.

The young man with the sweet ass, upon hearing my voice nearly jumped onto the head of his car. “Oh my god you nearly scared the life out of me.” He cried, as he spun around. “Didn't your mother tell you not to sneak up on people?” He chuckled.

“I’m sorry for startling you. I just thought you might have needed some help.” I was about to say something else but when I saw his face I froze. My eyes went wide in shock. “You-you......you.” I stammered. I tried to speak but I was dumbfounded.

“What handsome you can’t speak?” He laughed.

“I’m sorry.” I repeated. “You will have to forgive my loss of words. For you see I was taken aback just now, because you look exactly like someone I used to know......a very long time ago.”

The handsome and very wet young man standing before me was the spitting image of my long lost love Henri. He looks exactly like my beloved. The same eyes, the same nose, the same hair; only his was shorter. His skin was tanned like Henri’s had been. Every part of him was nearly identical to my beloved Henri, right on down to the veins popping out of his muscular arms.

“You know now that you mention it you do look vaguely familiar. I have the strangest feeling I know you from somewhere.” He smiled at me. “Do you go to Port Mercy High?” He began. “Are you on the soccer team perhaps? Or maybe you’re from a  neighboring school?”

“No I don't think so.” I replied.

“Oh well maybe it was somewhere else; maybe a library or something like that. Judging by the pale skin it doesn't look like you get much sunlight.” He chuckled. “You’re pretty tall too.”

“Well, judging by your own skin you seem to be getting too much..... of this sunlight.” I quipped. I placed my hand on his chest. I could feel his heart beating through the thin fabric of his soaked t-shirt. I let my hands go lower, moving them down his body until I reached his plump ass. 

“Why don’t you come back to my place and we can play a little game.” I smiled, as I cupped his ass in my hands. “Mmmmm, I can’t wait to taste you.” I whispered into his ears.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He blurted, as he grabbed hold of my wrist. He pushed my hands away as he spoke. “Lets get something straight right now. No touching the merchandise and if you think I’m going anywhere with you. You are insane.”

“And another thing if you touch my ass again. I’ll break your fucking arm.” He smiled, as he tightened his grip on my wrist. For such a small guy he sure was strong. 

“My, my you are a feisty young thing. You smell so delicious and I can’t wait to taste you” I moaned, as I licked my lips.

“I don't know who the hell you are but you won't be tasting anything.” He growled, his hand still wrapped around my right wrist. Staring into his brown eyes I knew at that moment that I would enjoy taking this man down and making him mine. I would enjoy it immensely. What man wouldn't enjoy sliding his cock deep inside such a nice fat ass; especially one that was so resistant.

“Well let us rectify that situation right away. My name is Armand Devereux. That’s not full name, but that is the name you can call me when I fuck you.”

“When you fuck me?! You really must be out of your mind.” The young man yelled. “I don't know where you’re from mister. But I don't go home with random guys and I definitely don't sleep with them, so why don't you leave me the hell alone!”

“I’m sure the backseat of your car is very comfortable. We could make use of it for a few hours.”

“For the last time....I’m not having sex with you and we are not making use of my car for anything other then driving myself to school.”

“What is wrong Will.....I’m sensing some anger and pent up frustration coming from you.” I chuckled. “Sliding that nice ass up and down on my cock will receive some of that stress.”

“What’s wrong!” He yelled. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong with me. My car broke down. I’m soaking wet from all this fucking rain. I’m late for class.....And to top it all off this really annoying guy won't stop talking to me.”

“What a birthday this is turning into.”  He chuckled. “Wait a minute. You said my name just now. How the hell do you know my name?”

“Would you believe me if I told you it was a lucky guess.” I half-smiled. “Besides all the Wills I have met have been incredibly sexy just like you.”

“And it’s your birthday too. Happy birthday....how old are you today?” I replied, changing the subject. “What did you want for your birthday?”

“I don't want anything from you for my birthday. And not that it’s any of your business but today is my eighteenth birthday.”

“Oh that is marvelous. I remember when I was eighteen. You have to let me give you your birthday present. Perhaps I can give it to you after school. What will you be doing for your birthday?”

“I’m going to the movies with some friends and then I’m going back home. But before all that I have a shit ton of homework to do. I don't really have anytime for you to gift me any presents. Especially not any of the sausage variety.”

“And how old are you anyway.”

“I just turned nineteen.” I lied, deciding to omit the fact that I had turned nineteen over two hundred and thirty years ago. “Look man I know we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot....but there is something about you that intrigues me. I would love to get to know you  you better. Please let me make it up to you. Let me come with you to the movies”

“I promise I won't lay a finger on that beautiful body of yours. I will not touch one hair on your head unless you want me too. And I do believe you will by the end of the night.”

“Believe me when I tell you I can’t resist you. I want. No, I need to be with you. I have a feeling you want it as much as I do......And I’m not just saying this because of the tent you’re pitching in your pants.” I chuckled.

As we talked the young man’s cock was pressing up against the fabric of his jeans. It was begging to be released. If I hadn't promised him earlier I would have gladly released the beast.

“What!” He replied nervously looking down, before placing his hands over his crotch to shield it from my glare. 

“I’m sorry about this.” He sighed, his face red from embarassement. 

“Baby you don't have to be sorry about anything. I’m the one that should be apologizing for my earlier behavior. Please forgive me and let me take this time to reintroduce myself to you,” I sighed. I realized I would have to work a little harder on this conquest. None of my powers as a creature of the undead seemed to be working on the handsome young man standing before me.  I have to keep telling myself that there is quite a lot more wooing and foreplay in this century compared to my own.

In my own century if a man of aristocratic birth wanted  to have his way with a man or women of lesser rank he need  only take that person into his bed. And the fuck them as he saw fit. A different technique would work on this Will de Mercy.

“My name is Armand and I would love to take you out on a date for your birthday.”

“My name is Will.....” He smiled back at me. “As much as I hate to admit it, you are really sexy and I would love to go out on a date with you....but there’s just one thing.”

“What’s that?” I grinned.

“No funny business.....You got that?"

TO BE CONTINUED........