Not A Bite To Eat

When the war ended and we were all shipped home, I wound up disembarking in New York. By that time I was pretty much aware that I wouldn’t be going home to the farm town in Nebraska that I’d been drafted out of. I can’t say that the war changed me, what it did was just make me more me. At home I’d spent nights praying for god to change me, after 4 years of spending 24 hours a day with other men, I never wanted to change. I’d accepted that, for better or worse, I was one of those guys who only wanted sex with other men. During my enlistment that hadn’t been a problem and I’d been surrounded by plenty of guys who just wanted to get off, no matter how.

Now I was a farm boy in the big city and I intended to take advantage of the fact. I looked the part, too, a big dumb hayseed with blonde hair, a muscular body, tight little buns and a big dick that I loved sharing. I liked to thing that I only looked the dumb part but I might have been wrong.

In those days, there were plenty of cheap apartments in the city if you weren’t too picky and I wasn’t. I found a 3 room 3rd floor walk up that rented for $30 a month not too far from the docks. Make no mistake, it was in a tenement and had seen its better days sometime in the last century. It even had the classic tenement bath tub in the kitchen. Hell, that was a step up for me, back home we didn’t even have indoor plumbing.

I wore out at least half a dozen scrub brushes cleaning the place up and used a couple of gallons of bug spray but when I’d finally finished it didn’t look half bad. I bought some cheap junk shop furniture, found some on the street and everything else came from the five and dime.

Within a week or two I found a job, too. Right in the neighborhood, down by the wharves was a hole in the wall bar that catered to the laborers and wharf rats that came with the ships. Having spent four years in the navy, I knew what the guys were talking about most of the time and they accepted me pretty quickly. Six nights a week from 4pm till closing, I tended the bar and the drunks. After being in four years of combat, I thought I had it made.

And there was another class of clientele in the place, too. Wherever you find that many masculine men clustered together it only makes sense that you’re going to also find the men who want them. It was all really casual, everyone knew what was going on and there aren’t many guys who are going to turn down a free blow job from anyone. Some of the guys even occasionally made a few bucks by letting some strange guy swing on his cock. I got head twice just in my first week there. And before I knew it, I’d been working there for 2 years.

In a place that small you get to know all of the regulars and semi-regulars and I’d built up a black book of guys who I regularly serviced, got serviced by or swapped head with. Things were great.

Then, one evening just after I’d come on shift a new face showed up. When he first came through the door it was hard to tell anything about him, the setting sun was behind him and all I could see was an outline. A pretty tall outline. The door closed behind him and he took a seat at the end of the bar where I slapped a coaster down in front of him and asked “What’ll it be?”

I looked at his face in the dim light and he gave me a half smile and said, “Why don’t you surprise me.”

I figured a guy that big probably liked whiskey, neat, so I poured him a double shot and set it down in front of him. While I did so, I took a better look at him.

He was a good looking guy, real strong features, big nose, big lips, wide almond shaped eyes. Each cheek had a crease in it that ran down to his jawbone and he had a cleft in his prominent chin. He had black curly hair that was a little too long for those days and a heavy five o-clock shadow that could probably never be shaved entirely away. I saw small holes where his ears had been pierced and I wondered if he might be Gypsy. He didn’t look well, though, his deep olive skin had a yellowish cast, like he was recovering from something and I wondered if he was one of those people we’d heard about who’d been in concentration camps.

“You’re staring.” he said. His voice had a trace of some kind of accent, something I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard before.

“Sorry.” I said. “I haven’t seen you before.”

“I haven’t seen you before either but I’m not staring.” he replied with that little half smile again.

“I mean I haven’t seen you in here before. I’m pretty good with faces.”

“That’s because I haven’t been here before. My ship just got in less than an hour ago.”

“Where are you from?” I asked.

“Everywhere. Nowhere. I move around a lot. I’m here, now.”

“We get a lot of newcomers here because of the war. Trying a new place because Europe is not home anymore. Were you in the war?”

“If you mean did I fight in the war, no. But I was in the war.”

“The reason I ask is because you look kind of sickly, like you haven’t been well for awhile.”

“That’s mostly from the ship, I couldn’t feed very well and the trip took longer than I had anticipated.”

“I get you.” I said. “My first year in the navy it seems like I was seasick the whole time. I finally got used to it, though.”

He looked around the bar. There were only two of the hard core regulars there this early and the young kid I’d hired to bus the place and do bar back.

“I’d hoped this place would be more lively.” he said.

“It’s early, it will get that way when the guys start getting off work.” I noticed that his glass was empty and I asked, motioning at it, “What else can I do for you?”

He stared into my face and I noticed that he had really spooky looking eyes, really deep looking.

“You could let me suck your cock.” he replied.

Now, you have to remember the times. Nobody was ever that blatant, they could wind up in jail or a mental hospital. So, even I was shocked.

“And you could bust me on a vice charge, too, officer.”

He continued staring at me and then he said, “No, I couldn’t. I’m not police. I just really would like to suck you off.”

“And not the least bit shy about it, apparently.”

“I’ve been around too long to be shy.” he said. He stood up from the stool and leaned in slightly toward me. He wasn’t just tall; he was really well built, too.

“Why don’t you help out a traveler in need? I guarantee you’ll like what I do for you. Is there someplace more private?”

Okay, who in their right mind is going to turn down a big sexy guy who wants to suck you off? Not me.

I called the bus boy over and told him that I was going to take a short break; he should man the bar while I was gone. He looked from me to the stranger, smiled a knowing smile and just said, “Take your time.”

Without saying anything, I led the stranger back into the bar, past the johns and down the hall to the store room.

“We swapping?” I asked.

“No. I do you. I’ve wanted to blow you since I first walked in.” With that, he sank to his knees in front of me and began undoing my belt and then my zipper. When he got everything loosened, he slid my khaki’s and boxers down around my ankles.

Let me just say here that I’m pretty well hung, over eight inches on my best days. This was definitely one of the good days and I was used to at least getting some positive remark about my dick. He didn’t bother; he just grabbed my cock by the root and closed his mouth around it. I could feel his tongue probing my piss hole, cleaning up the pre-cum that had started leaking as soon as he hit his knees. He seemed to like the taste.

Then he started to suck and that’s an understatement. While playing with my balls he started eating my meat like a starving man. The Hoover Company can only dream about their products having that kind of suction. My knees weakened and it’s a good thing that I was leaning against a stack of beer cases or my ass would have hit the floor.

“Whoa, buddy, you ought to be in the Olympics.” I said.

Something made me look up and there was Roger, one of my regular fuck buddies, standing in the doorway.

“The kid out front told me you were back here and I just knew you were up to mischief.” he said as he crossed the room to where I was getting such an expert blow job. “Found yourself a new playmate, I don’t recognize him. He sure looks like he knows how to handle a dick, though.”

I didn’t reply, I was having trouble even staying upright with all of the sensations coming from my dick. But then, it got even better. Somehow that son of a bitch opened his throat enough that my 8 fat inches slid down his throat till my pubes were resting against his upper lip.

“Goddamn, he’s taking that big fucker to the root.” Roger said as he watched. You have to remember, this was more than 20 years before ‘Deep Throat’, and times were kind of innocent.

With my cock buried full length in his throat, he started working the muscles surrounding it. I swear to god it felt like I’d stuck my dick in a milking machine the way his throat stroked my shaft and it felt like there were little fingers inside of him tickling my dick at the same time.

I didn’t know whether to shit or go blind, as we used to say. Instead, I just leaned back to give him better access to my root and tried not to moo like a cow. His lips were already sealed around the base of my cock but if felt like it sank in deeper, pulled by his throat muscles. I saw his hand fumbling with Roger’s belt and fly at the same time that he was giving me a world class dick sucking.

I couldn’t hold out long, I shut my eyes and relaxed and his throat did the rest. When I came, it felt like he was sucking the fluid out of my spine and even though I must have shot at least 6 full sized loads, he didn’t even choke. His throat just kept on milking and I just kept on shooting until there was probably nothing but dust left in my balls.

I opened my eyes and looked down and watched as he backed his throat off of my cock. In his right hand, he had Roger’s big stiff cock out of his pants and was stroking it. He held my dick around the base until it finally popped out of his lips, then he licked the last few drops oozing out of my slit before he looked up, smiled and said, “Thank you.” Then he went to work on Roger’s dick the way he had on mine.

I was trying to catch my breath as I watched him service Roger’s meat. Roger has a real nice piece, too, thick and red with an oversized head on it. I’d sucked him off plenty of times, I knew how that knob could fill a mouth but I’ll be goddamned if the stranger didn’t slide it down his throat the same as he had my own. Roger started gasping and moaning and I knew exactly what he was feeling.

He lasted even less time than I did. He leaned back, threw his head back on his shoulders and it looked like he wanted to let out a howl. I could see the root of his cock pulsing in the stranger’s lips so I knew he was losing his load down the sucking throat the same way I had. The stranger’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed the spunk.

“Jesus Christ, this cocksucker could kill a man and then make him beg him to do it again.” Roger said to me when his body stopped quivering. The stranger backed his cock out and cleaned up the few remaining drops in his piss slit, same as he’s done with me.

“Give this fucker anything he wants to drink tonight and bill me.” Roger said as he tucked his softening dick back into his pants.

“No need, our new friend drinks on the house.” I said, looking down at the man on his knees in front of us.

Roger said, “I need a fucking drink after that.” and exited the room.

The stranger was still on his knees in front of me and he began to fondle my wet cock.

“I knew you’d like what I could do for you.” he said. “And your friend didn’t seem to have any complaints, either.” He was stroking my dick the whole time and damned if that fucker didn’t start to get stiff again, already.

“I’d better get back to work.” I said.

“Unless…” he replied, my hard cock in his hand pointing at the ceiling, “Unless you’d like to try to shoot another load of that delicious juice.” His tongue snaked out and started digging in my piss slit.

“What the fuck, I’ll skip my lunch break.” I said.

He looked up and gave me that half smile and then he went to work on my prick again. It was extra sensitive from having just been worked over and I swear I was seeing stars before I felt my ass hole pucker and my balls start to empty once again. His throat milked out cum that had probably been in my balls for 5 years, it felt so intense. If he hadn’t been holding me up with one hand against my chest, I really would have hit the floor that time.

“Man, I don’t know where you learned all of that but you ought to patent it.” I told him as he cleaned up my cock head.

When he’s gotten the last drop he said, “I hope we can do this again. I really like a guy who can give me more than one load.”

“Next time, we’ll go for three.” I replied. I pulled my pants up and tucked my exhausted dick into my boxers, then said, “You’ll be sticking around for a while, I hope.”

“I will indeed.” he said. “I rarely find an atmosphere so hospitable. And if you have other friends in the bar tonight who you think might need some relief, feel free to point them in my direction.”

“I will indeed.” I repeated and he laughed a low chuckle.

“I don’t even know your name.” I said.

As he stood up he said, “Names are meaningless. What would you name me?”

“You look like a Tony to me, on a count of you looks sort of Italian.”

“Tony it is then.” he said as we walked to the doorway. “And don’t forget your promise to introduce me to some of your friends.”

“I can’t wait to see the look on their faces after you get through with them.” I told Tony.

Tony stayed on all evening, periodically going in back to the store room with guys I selected for him. I’d ask guys I knew were into it if they wanted the best blow job of their lives, point out Tony and tell them to head to the back room or the john. I’d give Tony a nod and he’d get up and follow them. He must have serviced 6 or 8 guys that first night and every one of them went home with a big smile on their face. And I finally just stopped giving Tony all of the drinks that were bought for him, he would have died of alcohol poisoning if he drank them all.

At closing time, Tony was still perched at the end of the bar. He was looking a lot healthier somehow, he’s lost his pallor and he just seemed plumper or something. He was the only one left besides me and the kid.

“Time for me to close up.” I told him. “You got a place to stay?”

“I took care of all that before I even arrived.” he replied. “I just thought that maybe, since you had some free time now…”

“What?”

“If you can get it up again, I wouldn’t mind another load of your sperm in my belly.”

The kid who worked with me snorted, suppressing a laugh and I got an idea. I moved behind him, grabbed his arms so that he couldn’t move and I said to Tony, “There’s one cock in this bar that I know you haven’t tasted yet. It would be a shame for this youngster to miss out on the fun.”

The kid thought I was joking, he squirmed around and said, “Let go of me, you big fucker.”

Then Tony got up and slipped behind the bar with us. While I held the kid still, Tony dropped to his knees in front of him and fondled his cock through his pants.

He looked up at me and said, “He’s already hard.”

“Come on, let me go.” the kid said as Tony undid his belt and slipped his pants down to the floor. The kid is skinny but he’s got a man sized dick as I well knew.

“I love the taste of young cum. It’s like drinking new wine.”

Tony’s mouth closed around the kid’s hard cock and just like the rest of us, he soon acted like he’d died and gone to heaven. Young guys can’t hold their load for long but they recover quickly. After the kid squirted his first load into Tony’s belly, his dick stayed hard and Tony kept on sucking. A few minutes later, Tony was swallowing a second course. I’d released the kid from my grip and his hands were on Tony’s head, trying to force more of his cock into Tony’s throat and he held him in place until his balls dropped back into their sack.

When he finally released the kid’s cock he looked up at me and said, “Young cum tastes so fresh.”

“Yeah, well, anytime you want another helping, just let me know.” the kid said as he adjusted his clothing.

“I’m so lucky that I wandered into this bar.” Tony, on his knees, said as he began groping my swollen dick.

So that was how we met. After that first night, I could count on Tony being perched on the same bar stool from open to close. And it seemed like he never met a stiff dick that he didn’t like.

After a couple of days he started dressing like the other guys in the bar, too. Old dungarees and a wife beater or worn khaki’s and a shirt with the sleeves cut off. As big as he was and as well built, you couldn’t tell him from the laborers around him. And he was popular. He gave the best head in town and he looked like he could whip your ass to the ground without breaking a sweat. It was like the guys respected him for who he was.

I came to find out that as eager as Tony was to suck a cock, he was just that eager not to give out any information about himself. The first few weeks I tried to get him to open up but he always gave me the same type of vague answer to any question I asked about him or his past. I thought maybe he’d want to talk about his experiences during the war but all he said was, “I survived.”

When I asked if he missed Europe he said, “European life died when the Nazi’s were conceived.” He wouldn’t even tell me what country he’d come from, he just said, “Borders are a construct. Countries only exist in the head.”

I figured he must have had a really rough time and just wanted to forget it, so I stopped pushing him for answers. But that didn’t quell my curiosity. He was really popular, as I said, but I didn’t know a single guy who’d ever seen him outside of the bar or who’d ever been invited back to his place. No one even knew if he was from the neighborhood.

Which drove me to take a step that I should have known better than.

Tony had been showing up nightly for a couple of months and I was determined to find out more about him. So, stupid me, I waited until one night after closing and after Tony had given me my nightly farewell blow job, and I followed him. The kid wasn’t there that night so I just let him get a couple of minutes start and then slipped out the door after him. I could see him walking in the middle of the next block, so I crossed the street and trailed him, sticking to the shadows. I guess I thought I was a junior G-man or something. He walked for several blocks and then he crossed to my side of the street. I let him get a bit more ahead of me and then I crossed back over so that I could see him.

A block or two later, he stopped in front of a vacant store front and lit a cigarette. I’d never seen him smoke before and he only took a couple of puffs before he ground it under his foot. Then, he looked around, turned and disappeared into a doorway beside the vacant shop. I waited several minutes but no lights came on in the building so I figured he must have gone in the back. After a few more minutes, I crossed the street and peered through the glass in the door. In the dimness I could just make out a short hallway and a flight of stairs going up into the darkness.

That afternoon when I woke up I decided to have another look at the building where Tony apparently lived. I walked back to the address in the daylight.

The part of the area it was located in was pretty much deserted, almost all of the businesses shuttered and empty windows on the upper floors. If you wanted privacy, this was the place; I didn’t see a sign of another human anywhere.

I looked into the front window of the ground floor shop. It was pretty obvious that no one had used the place in a long, long time. The window was so sooty that I had to smear a peephole to even see in. The inside was just as bad, it looked like no one ever even set foot inside, and the dust on the floor was undisturbed. I moved over to the door I’d seen Tony go through and peeked in there. I couldn’t see a mailbox anywhere so that nixed checking out his name that way. The hallway was clean, freshly swept and painted and you could tell that the stairs had been scrubbed. I was leaning to look in, my hand on the knob of the door, when it shifted slightly. I turned it and the door opened. It wasn’t locked.

It couldn’t hurt to take a peek around inside, I thought. Just to see if he had neighbors in the building who I could talk to. I entered, took the few necessary steps down the hallway and climbed the steps. When I reached the top, it wasn’t what I’d been expecting.

It was pretty much one big open space. There was a partition wall at the back with a couple of closed doors which I figured must lead to the bedroom and bathroom, since I didn’t see a bed in the main room. In fact, I didn’t see much of anything in the main room. There was a chair but no table in front of the compact kitchenette made up of a small stove, small refrigerator and a couple of overhead cabinets. There wasn’t even a radio in the place. I opened the refrigerator but the light inside shone on a white nothingness, totally empty. Tony must not live here after all, so why had he come here early this morning?

I didn’t feel like I had to make a special effort to be quiet anymore so I walked over to the wall and opened the first door. Inside, by the light of the window, I could see an old cast iron tub, a pedestal sink and an old commode. The room was spotlessly clean, like it had never been used.

I opened the next door on darkness and I felt the wall inside for a light switch. When I flicked it on, I almost wet my pants. Tony was lying in bed inside. The bulb in the ceiling light was really weak but I could clearly see him. He was lying on his back, the sheet covering him up to his waist, his arms at his sides. His muscular chest looked even more massive nude and I could see a whole series of red scars across his torso. He didn’t move. As a matter of fact, I couldn’t even see him breathing.

It would be just my luck to have followed him here on the very night that he’d decided to do himself in. I didn’t see any blood but that didn’t mean he hadn’t used pills or something else. I crossed to the bed and stood over him and as I did, he made a slight snorting sound in his sleep and his fingers flexed. He was alive; he was just so deeply asleep that he looked dead. This close to him, I could see his chest barely rising and falling. He didn’t move again so I backed out of the room, switched off the light and closed the door.

I knew I was an intruder, that if he’d wakened he would have had every right to beat the fuck out of me and then call the police to arrest me. I left promptly. But the rest of the afternoon it bothered me that he’d been so deeply asleep. I’d known a few junkies in the navy and that was the kind of stupor they fell into after shooting up. Dead to the world until the junk wore off. It was none of my business but I felt kind of pissed off to think that Tony was probably a dope fiend.

As soon as I opened the bar that afternoon, Tony arrived. He watched me making preparations for a few minutes and then he asked, “Got a few minutes to visit with me in the back room?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” I replied and threw my wet bar towel at the kid, who just smirked.

I led Tony back to the store room and I was no sooner through the door when he grabbed me around the chest with one arm while he used the opposite hand to encircle my throat. I knew that he was strong but this was probably what it felt like to be squeezed by a boa constrictor. He held me tight against his body, his head on my shoulder and in a low voice that I’d never heard before he said, “You followed me last night. Why?”

“I just wanted to see where you live.” I managed to squeak out of my constricted throat.

“And then you came back again today.” he hissed.

“I did, I know, I had no business going into your place but the door was unlocked and I just wanted to snoop around al little bit.”

“Why?” he asked again.

“I just wanted to find out something about you. You always act so mysterious, I couldn’t help myself. I feel like we’re friends but I don’t know anything about you, not even your real name.”

“I left the door unlocked.” he said, his grip on my throat slackening. “I knew you’d be back. I wanted to see what you’d do.’

“I could have stabbed you through the heart and you wouldn’t have even known it, as knocked out as you were.”

His grip around me loosened and he said, “Just because I seemed asleep doesn’t mean I wasn’t aware of everything around me.”

He let go of me and I turned around to face him.

“Are you a junkie, you bastard?” I asked. “Because that shit is a mess and I don’t know that I want you hanging around if you are. I thought you were already dead when I saw you in bed. I don’t want to see you fuck yourself up and die, I like you too much for that.”

He gave me that half smile again after looking at me for a minute and then he said, “No, I’m not a junkie. I don’t use drugs. I have a health condition; it makes me sleep like that. I’ve had it for a long time and there is no cure so I’ve gotten used to it. I sleep during the day because I like the night better, it’s not so hectic.”

“You’d better be telling me the truth motherfucker. And what’s up with that apartment? It looks like no one even lives there and there wasn’t a crumb of food in the place.”

“I never eat…at home.” he replied, still with that half smile. “And I’ve learned to do without most of the things other people find comforting.”

“You’re really pretty weird, do you know that?” I asked.

“I know it quite well.” he replied. “And I’ll try to be more trusting. Now, are you ready to feed me that excellent cock before the bar gets busy?”

He stayed on his usual stool all evening, conducting business as usual but sometimes I’d glance up and find him staring at me with that half smile. He seemed like he’d gotten over my spying.

At closing time he didn’t leave and after I’d finished my closing chores I asked, “Are you going to stay there all night to make sure you get your seat tomorrow?”

“I wondered if you wanted to walk me home.” he replied.

“Fuck yeah.” I said.

It was a cool night and when we got outside, while I locked up, he stood gazing at the sky overhead.

“The stars are different than they are in Europe.” he said. “I like that.”

“Yeah, for one thing you can hardly see them.”

“I can see them.” he replied.

As we walked along, I tried making conversation. I told him about the previous winter and how I hoped it wouldn’t get that cold again this year.

“I wouldn’t mind, I don’t feel the cold like other people.” he told me. “Maybe I’m part reptile.”

I tried talking about movies but he quickly told me that it had literally been years since he’d seen a film. I felt like I’d put my foot in my mouth, I’m sure that the war had made a film a rare luxury very few had access to.

We walked along the rest of the way in silence but comfortably. It was like he didn’t expect me to talk. When we got to his place, I started to say goodnight but he said, “Step inside for a moment.”

He held the door open for me and I stepped into the dim hallway. He grabbed me in those powerful arms again but this time he began kissing me. And let me tell you, he was as expert at kissing as sucking cock. I could feel him down to my toes and when he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I almost shot a load right then and there. My hands were all over him, cupping the meaty globes of his ass and stroking the crack between them, running my hands over his arms and back. I could feel a sizable stiffness against my crotch and I reached down and grasped the thick shaft through his clothes, making him gasp.

“It has been a long time since anyone touched me there.’ he said, breaking away from my lips.

“I never took you for the kissing type.” I said as I stroked his long cock.

“I’m not, usually. It’s been a long time for that, too.”

I held his stiff meat and squeezed it, saying, “How about I suck you off tonight. You’re more than ready and it feels like you’ve got a championship dick.”

“We’re not ready for that yet.”

With my other hand, I stroked his ass and I said, “Do you want to fuck? I’m all yours, if you want me, and I’d love to get into this hot butt.”

“You can fuck me, I like that. Not as much as sucking you off, but as long as you cum for me, I’d enjoy it.”

“And you’ll fuck me. I want you to.”

“Maybe in time. I’d need to know you better.”

“You’ve been sucking my cock practically every night since I met you.” I said. “That’s knowing me pretty well.”

“But I still have things to learn and you would have a whole lot more to learn about me.”

“Fine.” I said. “How about tomorrow night you come home with me and we start getting better acquainted?”

“We’ll do that.” he replied, his hand stroking my stiff dick through my pants. “But before I let you go for tonight, I think I can probably work one more load out of your balls.” He sunk to his knees in front of me.

The next afternoon I woke up early and spent some time cleaning and tidying my place up. I changed the sheets and towels and made sure that there was plenty to drink and some snacks in the fridge. I was as nervous as a teenager.

I stayed nervous all of that evening. Just knowing that he was nearby and watching me work caused me to be more clumsy and forgetful than usual and every time I’d glance up and see him looking at me with that smile I was tempted to tell everyone to get out, close the bar and drag him to my bed. There’d been a guy I knew in the service, we got along really well and I had really gotten to like him. I even had thoughts that maybe after the war; he and I would go somewhere and maybe live together. Instead, he’d gotten himself killed. But now, for the first time since then, I was feeling the same sort of feelings.

Closing time finally came around after what seemed like days and I told him I’d skip the clean up and come in early for the next night. He just smiled.

The walk home was awkward, only because I was so nervous. He didn’t notice, or pretended not to, and we’d already discovered that we didn’t need to keep up a conversation. When we got to my place I unlocked the hall door and he rested his hand on the small of my back, ushering me in before him. Just that touch made my cock spring up so stiff it ached.

Upstairs, I unlocked my apartment and opened the door, stepping to one side so that he could enter first. I flipped on a lamp and then another while he stood by the door. When I turned around, he was looking around at the room and he said, “I like it. You’ve made a home; I’ve never been able to do that.”

I gave him the grand tour of all 3 rooms, showed him where the bathroom was and ended up in the bedroom.

“If you need to use the john, go ahead.” I said. “You’re the guest.”

“I’m fine.” he said and sat down on the end of my bed.

“Well, that cold walk made me have to piss like a racehorse. I’ll be right back.”

As I pissed through a half stiff dick, I got nervous all over again. What if the sex was awful, what if he didn’t like my body, what if we just weren’t compatible? As I washed my hands I looked at myself in the mirror above the sink and wished it was morning.

I stepped back into the bedroom. While I was gone, he’d shed his clothes in a pile on the floor and was reclining nude on my bed. I gulped out loud, he looked so good. I’ve mentioned how well built he seemed and I wasn’t wrong. His tan skin stretched over muscles, outlining and defining them. From his head to his toes you could see how each muscle group connected to the next under his smooth skin. He was lightly haired with black curls on his chest and stomach, with a thicker and heavier bush around his cock. And what a cock. Like me, he was uncircumcised, and he looked even thicker and longer than me. His dick lay across his hip and as I watched, it lengthened and fattened until it was standing upright against his abdomen. It was beautifully shaped, a slightly darker shade than the rest of his body, the skin smooth and flawless. When fully erect, his foreskin pulled back just enough to see the top of the pink cock head inside.

“Will I do?” he asked, smirking.

“For fucking sure.” I replied, struggling to get out of my own clothes. “And I’ll do too, anything you want.”

I crawled onto the bed and pressed the length of my body against his for the first time. He smelled like cedar and his flesh was cool, even his stiff cock pressed against me.

“You’re chilled.” I said. “Let’s get under the covers.”

“I like it like this.” he replied. “I like the coolness and feeling how warm you are.” Then he kissed me. If the kiss the night before had been expert, this kiss was Olympic grade. We practically devoured each other, our tongues rubbing together. If I could have climbed down his throat I would have.

We grappled with each other’s body the way two strong lust filled men are prone to, arms around each other and rolling around the bed, first with me on top, then with him. If nothing else had happened that night it still would have been one of the best nights of my life.

I was lying on top of him, his arms around me and in each of his hands I held a smooth ass cheek. He spread his legs and raised them so that my stiff dick dropped between his buns.

“I believe you said something about fucking me.” he said, looking up into my eyes. “Are you going to make me beg?”

I let an involuntary growl vibrate in my throat. Here I was, hotter for this man than I’d ever been in my life and he was asking me to fuck him. I propped my self up over him, kissed him again and then said, “Up on your hands and knees, I want to see your ass.”

He rolled over and climbed into position in front of me. Up till now I’d only felt his ass, I hadn’t really seen it, and now here it was spread open in front of me. His muscular ass cheeks were the kind that stand up from the body, creating a v shaped valley at the top of his ass that lead to a flat, dimpled v and then on to the deep valley where his spine divided his back. His ass crack was deep and his huge balls swung between his spread legs. And his hole. His hole, tightly puckered, was a light pink with a darker ring of flesh surrounding it that held a perfect circle of silky hairs.

“Jesus Christ, is there any part of you that isn’t perfect?” I asked and as he chuckled I lowered my head. When my tongue found his hole, he let out a gasp and his hips quivered. I circled the pucker with my tongue, taking my time, and he made little noises as I did so. When I made my tongue into a point and speared it into his hole, he almost collapsed onto the bed. I grabbed his hips to steady him and found I could sink my tongue in even deeper while pulling his hips to me. I couldn’t see but I could feel him squirming on the bed as I fucked him with my tongue. We began to work in tandem, him pulling his hips forward and then thrusting back onto my tongue. He was making little noises like, “Uh, uh, uh…”

Finally he said, “I need your cock in me.”

I’d made sure earlier that day that my jar of Vaseline was in easy reach, just under the edge of the bed and I reached down, retrieved it and opened it, all with one hand while the other stroked his big cock. I scooped out a good gob of grease and began massaging it into his wet hole. He knew how to take it, his hole blossomed out and one by one my fingers sank inside of him until I had 3 of them up to the knuckles in his ass.

I sat back on my haunches, my hard dick standing straight up in front of me and slathered a thick coat of grease over it.

When my cock head touched his pink hole, he let out a little whimper and as I pressed forward and the tight muscle expanded around the head of my cock he whispered, “Yes, yes.”

I pressed my hips forward and watched as my swollen meat sank into his tiny hole until I was flush against his cheeks and not even the root of my cock showed. He’d been laying with his head on the mattress, ass arched in the air but now he raised his upper body, looked over his shoulder and said, “Fuck my ass till I beg you to stop, you big dicked son of a bitch.”

I felt my dick throb with another degree of hardness inside his ass and I started slowly stroking in and out, driving my cock upward when sliding into him, making his tight chute feel my cock head stroking it. His beautifully shaped cheeks were spread wide in front of me and I could look down and watch as my glistening cock disappeared into his hole and then slid back out. I’d never seen anything so beautiful.

“Do you like fucking my ass?” he asked.

“No, I fucking love fucking your ass.” I replied. He was slick and moist inside, his chute opening for my cock while at the same time squeezing it and he was cooler inside than I’d experienced before.

“Don’t cum. I want to watch you fuck me.” he said as he pulled forward so that my dick popped free of his ass and smacked up against my belly. He squirmed around until he was on his back and then raised his knees to his shoulders so that his ass gaped open once more.

“Put your dick back in me.” he said. I poised my cock head on his hole and thrust it inside of him. He placed his hands against my chest so that I couldn’t lean forward and he could watch me as I thrust in and out, my own hand wrapped around the thick shaft of his big cock, stroking it. He observed me for a few minutes, running his hands over my chest and then he reached up, grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down on top of him. His soft lips opened under mine and my tongue slid into his mouth.

I knew that this was the most perfect sexual experience I’d ever had. Our mouths sealed together, tongues caressing each other, my stiff dick buried in his tight ass, him with his arms wrapped tightly around my torso; I didn’t know how it could ever get any better.

And then it did. I’ve already described the unique sensation of having your cock shoved down his throat, how the muscles inside almost stroked and milked your shaft until you almost couldn’t stand it. Well, he began doing something comparable with his ass. Muscles inside of him, muscles I didn’t even know were located there, began to rhythmically squeeze and stroke my cock. It came in waves, sliding up my shaft in tight rings of stiff muscle, all the while clamping down on the hard rod. It was intense in his throat; this was twice the sensation because it started at his tight ass ring and stroked the entire length of meat. It was my turn to whimper and moan, and I sure as hell did.

Sweat dripped off of my body as I plowed his magical ass, slamming my hips against him to sink my cock as deeply as possible inside. I could hear my flesh slapping against his ass and feel him move up in my arms with each thrust. His tongue was almost down my throat, teasing the tender tissues.

“I’m going to cum soon.” I gasped, propping myself up on my arms. He put a hand behind each of his knees, pulled his legs higher so that his magnificent ass was as open as possible and said, “Shoot it in me, and shoot it as deep as you can.”

Well, fuck, who could resist that?

I felt my balls start to lift and tighten, my ass hole clenching and my cock swelling and getting even stiffer. When the first blast of cum left my piss hole, I felt like howling. I buried my cock in his ass, thrust inside as far as it would reach, and fired off at least 6 or 7 more loads before my balls were empty.

I collapsed on top of him and he stroked my sweaty back and sides, my cock still inside of him and the talented muscles milking every last drop out of my piss hole.

When I finally was breathing normally again, I raised back up and looked into his eyes.

“What the fuck are you?” I asked. “No human man can take a fuck like that. Are you some kind of angel?”

His eyes had darkened when I asked what he was but they cleared when I asked if he was an angel.

“That’s it, that’s exactly right. I’m the angel of sex and I just happened to land in your bar.”

“Bullshit.” I replied. “And I’m Napoleon. Are you just naturally able to do all of that or did you learn somewhere?”

He smiled again and said, “It just takes practice.”

“Well if I could do that, I’d go into business selling my throat and ass to the highest bidder. I’d be rich in no time.”

He just smirked up at me.

“I can’t wait to see what you can do when you fuck me.” I said. My cock was softening and I slowly pulled it out of his clutching hole, feeling it flop onto the sheet. I then rolled to one side of him, on my side, so that I could rest my head on his chest. His big cock was still totally stiff and as I lay there I stroked it with one hand, watching the shiny head slide in and out of its fleshy hood. I started to move down to suck him off but he pulled me back up so that my head was beside his.

“Not yet.” he told me.

I fingered his round nipples, dark mahogany colored and shaped like cones and as I circled one with my fingertip I said, “Can I ask you something?”

“You may ask, I can’t guarantee I’ll answer.”

“Are you a Gypsy?”

He looked at me for a moment and then he said, “I live like a Gypsy, always moving from place to place, but I’m not of the Roma, if that’s what you mean.”

“I just ask because I noticed that your ears have been pierced.”

He reached up on his other side and felt his earlobe and then said, “Where I was born, it was the custom to pierce the ears of both boys and girls.”

“Really? Where were you born?” I asked, hoping he’d keep talking.

He didn’t reply and so I said, “Remember, you said you’d be less mysterious.”

He closed his eyes and lay still for a minute and then he said, “Egypt. I was born in Egypt.”

“I’ve never met an Egyptian before.” I said. “Do you have family there?”

“No, they’re dead. They’re all dead, a long time ago.”

“I have family but I have nothing in common with them. I don’t even think I ever want to see them again; we haven’t been in touch since the beginning of the war. Can I suck your dick now?”

“No, you may not.” he said after a short laugh.

“Want to fuck me, then?” I asked.

He rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me as he did so. I could feel his stiff cock pressing against my own. Holding me tightly in his strong arms, his mouth on mine, he began to hump his cock against my own which was still greasy from fucking him. It wasn’t long until the friction had him panting, and then groaning until I felt his warm cum shooting out of his cock between our bodies. He spurted several shots before he stopped cumming and as soon as he did, he moved down between my legs and began licking up his spilled load. I gazed down and watched as he sucked up every drop, cleaning my belly, cock and balls.

“I’ve never seen anybody do THAT before.” I said.

“Why let it go to waste?” he asked.

“You wouldn’t have had to worry about it if you’d shot it down my throat or up my ass.” I told him.

He gave another short laugh and said, “I should go. It’ll be dawn soon and we both need to sleep.”

“Stay here.” I replied. “I’d love to have you sleeping with me.”

“No, I need to go. It has been a long time since I’ve slept with anyone and you’ve seen how I am when I’m asleep. Besides, your dreams would crawl into my head and keep me from resting.”

“That’s not all that would keep you from resting. I wouldn’t be able to lie beside you without touching you.”

He smirked his smirk and got off of the bed and started dressing while I lay watching. When he was clothed, he went to the window and peered out.

“I hope I can get home before the sun rises. My condition, which I mentioned, causes my eyes to be extra sensitive to light. I see perfectly at night, during the day in sunlight I’m almost blind.”

“Hang on a minute.” I told him.

I jumped up and rummaged in a drawer until I found the sunglasses I’d used in the navy.

Handing them to him I said, “At sea, the sun causes such a glare that you can barely stand it. Wear these if the light gets too bright.”

He looked down at the glasses he held in his hand and then pushed me up against the wall and gave me one of his powerful kisses. When he let me go, I almost sank to the floor.

“I’m glad I met you.” he said.

“That goes double for me, brother.” I told him.

From that night, Tony usually walked home with me and spent some time in my bed. I could never get him to spend the night and I could never get him to fuck my face or ass but the sex that I was getting was so over the top that I’d have been a maniac to complain. And my feelings for him just kept growing and getting deeper.

Things might have gone on like that indefinitely but they didn’t.

One early morning walk home changed everything. We’d been seeing each other regularly for at least six weeks, regular as clockwork. Walking home that morning we took our usual route and were almost at my place when, approaching a dark alley that ran off to the side, a guy stepped in front of us. He was big, even bigger than Tony, and in his hand he held a butcher knife. One of those great big knives like you find in a restaurant kitchen.

“Give me your money, your wallets, watches, all of your shit.” he said.

I was ready to hand everything over; I’d been expecting something like this to happen eventually. Tony, on the other hand, sized the guy up and then said, “Walk away and you won’t get hurt.”

“The only ones going to get hurt are you two if you don’t give me your stuff.” the goon said. I could see his hand trembling as he held the knife so I figured he was probably some dope fiend desperate for a fix. He lunged forward, not close enough to stab anyone but definitely threatening.

Tony stepped forward, reaching for the knife and the junkie slashed upward, the blade entering Tony’s palm and slicing through so that the blade came out the other side. Tony didn’t even flinch, with his other arm and hand he grabbed the junkie’s knife arm and twisted. I heard bones pop and crunch and the arm had two more right angles in it besides his elbow. He let go of the knife, which fell to the sidewalk and with one backhand from Tony he went flying across the alley and slammed into the opposite brick wall. I heard his head hit, it sounded like someone had dropped a pumpkin out of a window onto the pavement.

When I looked back at Tony, he was wrapping his hand in his handkerchief. I was surprised that there wasn’t more blood. He bent down and picked up the knife, stuck its blade into a crack in the brick wall and snapped it off at the handle. Then he said, “We need to go.” and started walking away.

“Wait, what if he’s injured badly? What if he’s dead?” I asked as I caught up.

“He would have killed us, it doesn’t matter.” he replied.

Only a minute or so later, we were at my place. I hurried up stairs and opened the door and turned on the lights, then went into the bathroom for my first aid kit. When I came back out, Tony was shutting the apartment door.

“Let me see your hand.” I said. “You may need to go to the hospital.”

“It’s nothing. Just a scratch is all.”

“I saw you get stabbed.” I said.

“In the excitement, maybe you mistook what you saw.” Tony said.

“I clearly saw that blade go in and out of your hand, motherfucker, now let me see your motherfucking hand.” I was pissed at him wasting time when he might be bleeding to death.

He stared at me for a moment, looking deeply into my eyes, and then he held out the wrapped hand.

“I’m sorry I talked to you that rough.” I said as I unwound the bloody handkerchief. “You’re seriously hurt.”

The handkerchief fell away and there was no wound gushing blood. In fact, all that was there a red scar. I turned his hand over, palm up, and there was an identical scar in the palm of his hand. I stood turning his hand back in forth in my own, holding the bloody cloth that had come from it.

“I don’t get it.” I said. “I saw you get stabbed. The blade went right through your hand. I saw it myself.”

“I told you not to worry.” Tony said. He cupped my crotch with his other hand and said, “This is what I need more than anything.”

The sex that night was earth shaking, probably from the adrenalin of our experience, but Tony managed to work 3 loads out of my balls with his ass and mouth before it was his usual time to leave.

“I know I saw you get stabbed.” I said as he dressed. “I can’t figure it out, but I know I saw it.”

“Maybe you did.” Tony replied. He came over and sat on the bed beside me and he said, “You really like me, don’t you.”

“Well, yeah, I never would have said so, probably, but I think I’m in love with you.”

“I thought so.” he replied. “And I feel more for you than I have anyone in years. But you don’t really even know me.”

“Oh, can the bullshit. You keep up with that Mr. Mystery act and, frankly, it gets boring. Unless you’re an ex-Nazi or a baby killer, I can’t think of anything that could be worth keeping such a secret. And I don’t even care. As long as you spend time with me and I get to see you regularly, I don’t give a shit about your past.”

“And what about all of the guys that you know I service?”

“What about them? I’m not the jealous type, if that’s what you’re asking. If it makes you happy, it makes me happy. You’ve never asked me if I was fucking anybody else, so I assume you don’t care, either. Besides, you’re here with me now, that’s all I care about, being with you when you’ll let me.”

He sat staring at me in silence for a long time before he finally said,” What if I told you something that you might find hard to believe but that would change how you think of me? What if I’m not what I appear?”

“Like I said, unless you’re a Nazi, in which case I want you out of my house and out of my bar and never want to see you again, it would probably be pretty hard to change my mind about you.”

He silently stared at me for a few more minutes and then he said, “Tomorrow, when we are here after the bar, I will tell you about my past. You may not ever want to see me again even if I’m not a Nazi, so be prepared.”

“I’m holding you to it, Mysterioso.” I replied.

The next evening at the bar I kept catching Tony watching me, a sad look in his eyes. He was making me as nervous as hell and I kept imagining the worst, that he was Himmler’s illegitimate son or some kind of shit like that. By the time the bar closed and we were walking back to my place, I was stretched about as tight as I could get.

The first thing Tony did at my place was slam me back against a wall, tug my pants down and swallow my cock. I got an exceptional blow job; even by the impossible standard he’d already set, and when he sucked the last drop out of my balls I collapsed on my ass on the floor where he was kneeling.

Licking his lips, he moved around so that he was sitting beside me, our backs against the wall.

“You promised to talk to me.” I said.

“And I will.” he replied.

“No time like the present, so shoot.”

He looked across the room at the night sky through the window and then finally asked, “How much do you know about folklore?”

“Like what, Paul Bunyan or Johnny Appleseed?”

“No, older than that. Do you know what a vampire is?”

“Like, Bela Lugosi, Dracula sucking blood out of your neck, sleeping in a coffin, turning into bats, that kind of shit?”

“That kind of shit.” he replied. “What if I told you that those old stories are based on fact and there really are people who are somewhat like that?”

“I’d say we’ve got a hospital in New York called Bellevue and there’s a rubber room with your name on the door.”

“What if I said that I’m something like a vampire?”

“I’d say turn into a bat and convince me or shut the fuck up.”

“And if I said that because of what I am, we have no definite future and can’t stay together?”

I thought I saw where this was leading and I became highly pissed off.

“Look, asshole, I’ve gotten brushed off before. Not so creatively, I’ll give you that, but the same scenario. Why don’t you just leave? I get the message.”

“No, you don’t.” he said. “Not at all.”

He stood up and grabbed me by the front of my shirt and with one hand he lifted me off of the floor. He extended his arm toward the ceiling, where I bumped my head, and held me dangling. Then he set me back down and went into the kitchen. When he came back, he was holding a butcher knife.

“Fuck, he’s a psycho, I should have known.” I thought to myself, squeezing my eyes shut so I wouldn‘t see what was coming.

He stopped a few feet in front of me and said. “Look. Open your eyes,”

I did as he told me, hardly believing that I was about to get sliced and diced. Instead, he gripped the knife in one hand and plunged it into the open palm of his other. Blood began to drip onto the floor as he held it out to me, then without even a sigh he drew the knife back out. The blood stopped and as I stood watching, his flesh began to close upon itself, knitting together until the wound had closed. In another minute, there was just the red scar that had been there previously. I looked up at him, my mouth probably hanging open.

“Is that a normal man?” he asked.

I didn’t have any answer so I just sat back down on the floor. He came and sat beside me again.

“How old do I look to you?” he asked.

“About my age, no more than 30.”

“I’ve told you that I was born in Egypt and I was. But I was born before the pyramids were built.”

“I don’t think I can handle any more of this shit.” I said, standing up. “Let’s go to bed.”

It was his turn to look surprised and he did but he meekly followed me into the bedroom and undressed. When we were both naked on the bed, I took his hand and examined it again.

“Okay, grandpa. If you’re some thousand year old spook, how did you get that way?”

“I haven’t told this story in a long, long time so be patient with me.”

I didn’t reply, I just flourished my hand to say ‘Proceed’.

“When I was born, it was the age of the Pharaohs. Not the golden age, even before that. I was born into the royal household…”

“Well, I wouldn‘t expect any less.” I cracked, interrupting.

“The royal household.” he repeated. “My mother was the second wife of my father, there were several. One thing that you must remember and believe, in those times, Pharaoh wasn‘t just the ruler, he was a living god.”

He saw my skeptical look and he said, “It’s true, as you’ll hear. The Pharaoh became a living god. He was all powerful, he could have thousands killed on a whim, and he could send armies to their death. There was nothing he couldn’t do; some said he could control the very weather and the stars. That was my father. We, the children and wives, were sequestered in our own area of the palace complex. While I was growing up, I rarely even saw my father, mainly at festival events or the like. We all feared the living god. As I grew, I knew that I was a man who could only love men. It was not viewed the same way as today, it was considered more frivolous, something that you had to grow out of. It was more a cause for amusement than alarm. I had my share of intimate friends, soldiers, courtiers, even a few of the eunuchs. I gained experience.

When I was at the age you see now, 28 years old, I determined to become a favorite of my father, to claim his attention. And what better way than to become as a concubine to him? I had free run of the palace, the guards knew me, so it wasn’t unusual for me to appear at my father’s bedchamber and ask for audience. The guard went in to my father and then told me to enter at his return.

As I’ve said, I rarely if ever saw my father. When I entered, he was laying on his couch, fully nude.

He was at the apex pf his powers, both as man and ruler. And he was the embodiment of a living god. Imagine what it would be like to enter a room containing your christian god, that’s what it was like for me. I felt as if I were staring into the noonday sun.

I fell prostrate on the stone floor in front of him and lay there until I heard him say, “Advance.”

On my hands and knees, fearful of looking up at him I crawled to the foot of his bed. One leg hung over, his foot almost touching the floor and I cradled that foot in my hands and kissed the high arch. Then I kissed the instep on top of the arch. He didn’t resist so I became bolder, kissing his ankle and then further up his calf. Slowly I worked up the divine leg, kissing as I went, until my head was level with the bed itself. My father’s cock, aroused by the kisses on his leg, stood a foot from my face. It truly was the cock of a god, too.

It looked as long as a cubit standing upright, the skin covering the head almost entirely retracted so that in the soft light the head shone. I judged that it was thicker than my wrist and his balls, in their hairless leathery sack were as big as duck’s eggs. The beauty of it was blinding.

I continued my kisses on his leg, working my way up until my head was level with the royal cock. With each kiss I placed on his flesh, the cock responded with a pulsing and as I watched a clear bead of crystal fluid formed at the opening. When I wrapped my hand around the base of this symbol of his power, he let out a sigh.

I kissed the length of the warm staff, working my upward until I reached the swollen head. Drawing back the meaty foreskin, I took my father’s cock into my mouth.”

“Your father’s dick?” I asked.

“Yes. In that time, it that place, it was not so foreign as it sounds. In the royal families of Egypt, sons married mothers, fathers married daughters, brother and sister were often wed. Keeping the dynasty intact and powerful was the most important thing.

My father did not resist as I began to slide my mouth up and down on his cock; indeed, he thrust upward to force more of the swollen beast inside. I was running my tongue along the shaft, devouring the fluid that had been flowing from his open slit. It wasn’t very long until I saw his balls draw up and my mouth was flooded with the living god’s seed.

I don’t have words to describe what it was like. His sperm entered my throat and flowed into my belly and it was as if a thousand suns exploded in my head. I was literally knocked onto my back on the floor, my eyes dazzled by a thousand rainbows, every inch of my body suddenly aware of every shift of the slightest breeze. It was as if every one of my senses had been magnified beyond possibility and I could feel my father’s divine essence pulsing through my blood stream to every inch of my body.

When I came back to awareness, I was in my own bed and it was full daylight. I was told that the king’s guards had carried me back from my father’s chamber and laid me there. I felt wonderful, stronger and more alive than I had ever in my life. My vision was improved, too, to the point that the morning sun made them hurt and burn. I spent the rest of my day in bed. I wasn’t hungry for the food brought to me and the only thing in my mind was that I must once again have my father’s cock in my mouth.

When it was full dark, the middle of the night, I crept once more to my father’s chamber. The guards announced me at once and let me in to him. One of his minor wives was in the bed beside him and he roughly pushed her nude body to the floor and told her to go. She scurried out; looking daggers at me, and when I turned to my father his hand was holding upright his stiff and swollen cock.

It became my custom to visit my father nightly. I would sleep in the day, awaiting the night and my father’s cock. I became somewhat used to the effect of his seed entering me although I never entirely was able to overcome its power. The first time my father rolled me onto my belly and pressed his huge cock into my ass, I almost screamed with the pain but his hot fluid gushing into me minutes later took away all ache. I begged him to fuck me again and after a few minutes his cock revived from my ministrations and he entered me again. This time, the sheer bliss outweighed any discomfort.

We went on this way from one harvest until the next. Words about us were whispered all over the palace and many of the royal wives would look at me with disdain. I grew stronger, more virile and handsome, my strength and muscles grew without effort.

All would have been well but for jealousy. Someone, I was never sure who, slipped poison into my father’s wine. I believe it was my elder brother by the first wife, he was the one set to replace my father and I knew that he and his mother both hated me. My father lingered for a few days but in the end he died. I was beside myself with grief.

In those times, death was treated with ritual. For a Pharaoh, the mourning period stretched for months while the priests prepared the king for burial. Only a week into that period my mother came to me in the night. There were whispers in the palace that I was an afrit, some sort of spirit or demon, and it was I who had made my father die. My mother had heard it whispered that I was to be killed, would have been already poisoned except that no one any longer saw me eat.

She had brought me all of her jewelry and I added mine to the cache. Leaving behind my clothing, dressed only in my loin cloth and an old blanket that I found, I crept away into the night. Before dawn I had found, for a small payment, my way onto a boat that was heading down the river to another town.

There I became a beggar, known as one who, in exchange for the smallest donation, would gladly suck the cock of the donor. I had hidden my jewelry in a safe place and spent all of my time outside the beer sellers, wrapped in my filthy blanket, sucking every cock offered.

With time, I moved around and from town to town. I was never ill, never had a day of illness. I became healthier and stronger, soon stronger than anyone I encountered. My eyes had become so light sensitive that I played the role of a blind beggar, soon only coming out at night. And so the time passed.

Almost before I realized, 15 years had passed. I had heard of the death of my half brother and his mother, as well as my own mother. There was a new ruling family in the royal palace where I’d been born. I went back to my city.

No one recognized me, of course, the filthy beggar who was once a prince. I had accumulated a sizable horde of gold in addition to my original cache. I had no expenses, I lived in the street and the only sustenance I required was the always available semen that I sucked from many willing cocks. I added a new skill, also. I became a tomb robber.

My strength allowed me to burrow in one short evening into a hidden tomb, remove as many valuables as I could carry and hide them away in the desert before anyone was the wiser. I still have hidden caches that I’ve never retrieved.

More time passed and soon it was 50 years since I’d fled the palace in the night. I didn’t feel any effects of age and when I caught glimpses of my reflection, I saw no change. When there started to be gossip about my never aging, I again fled in the night.

I traveled frequently from place to place after that. And during that time, I made a discovery. Just as my father had created me as a new type of being, I had the power to do the same. Lovers that I allowed to suck out my seed or who I fucked and filled with my fluid, soon became like me, requiring only the warm juices of another man to exist. I was reckless; I created others like myself without thought. Soon, there were new tales of spirits in the night that crept to the beds of the sleeping and harvested their sexual fluids. Those were the tales of incubus and succubus.

They were careless and they were hunted down and I discovered that I was still mortal in that I could be killed. My progeny were killed in spectacular fashions, burned alive or beheaded. A mortal wound was still a mortal wound to the likes of us.

Again, I decided to travel. I went to a foreign country, this time. It was easy now, I didn’t need anything other than a place to pass the daylight hours out of the sun and the masculine essence that I sucked from the balls of the willing.

That became my way of life. Traveling, hiding in the day and nourishing myself. Time ceased to even exist for me. And now here I am.”

“Yeah, right.” I told him. “What about the sleeping in coffins and stakes through the heart? Hell, what about sucking blood?”

“Those stories were created later, after Christianity took hold. The folk tales were based in fact. I and my kind did often sleep with the dead. If you are in need of a place to hide, what better place? The dead are never disturbed. My careless granting of my gift had spread my kind across the world, they had created their own. At one point in time, in the wilder and darker parts of Europe, there was a veritable plague of beings such as myself. That was when the vampire myth was created. The Church and its ignorant adherents subtly reshaped the facts to create monsters. And the stake through the heart or beheading is very effective at killing my type. You’ve seen me when I sleep, I could be comatose. Finding one of us asleep in a grave, seemingly dead but uncorrupted, the ignorant peasants destroyed us at our weakest hour. The myth and its romanticism quickly spread until there are even films made today that tell the tale.”

“So you’re some kind of million year old cocksucker, innocently going from place to place swallowing jizz at every opportunity. How come I’ve never run into anyone with your story before?”

“Would you have known, if you did? I’m not even sure that there are such things here in America. I know that of the remnants still in Europe, Hitler and his minions decimated them as so many other populations. I may be the only one of my kind left.”

“The first and the last, huh? How grand. So how come you’re around to tell your tale?”

“I hid. Early in the war I guessed what was to come and I hid myself away. I still owned property in some countries and I went to one of the remaining houses. I climbed into the cellar and went into my sleep, determined to stay that way until the war was over.”

“And it worked?”

“For a while. Then the bombs came. My house wasn’t directly hit but sustained much damage. I was so deeply asleep after not feeding for such a long time that I wasn’t aware when the Nazi’s found me in the ruin. They had dragged me out into the daylight before I was aware. It was hard for me to stay conscious even, they took me for some refugee who was using my building as a hiding place from them. My appearance is just the sort that they hate the most.”

“How did you get away?”

“You find me attractive; you’ve often told me so. So did they. I was much thinner but still in good shape. They used me for sex. I’m sure that they thought that I would die soon and so they unwittingly gave me exactly what I needed to survive. Each time one of those good German soldiers fucked me or forced his cock down my throat, I gained strength from the fluid they left behind. It went on for a number of days and they all took turns giving me their cocks. During the times when I wasn’t being used, they kept me bound with wire. You’ve seen those scars on my body; it will be a few more years before they disappear.

So, after a while, after being frequently filled with the cream of the German army, I was back to my old self. One day, I heard them talking, saying that they would be leaving the town the next day and that before they left they would make a game of killing me. I waited until they were all asleep, freed myself from the wires and silently killed each in their sleep.”

“Good for you.” I said.

“Yes, good for me. Not so good for the people of that town. More Nazi’s came looking for their missing comrades and when they discovered that they’d all been killed, they retaliated by slaughtering every living person and then burning the town. I had already fled; I only discovered what happened after the war.”

“Look,” I told him, “even if I wanted to believe this load of malarkey, I’m too tired to think about it now. The sun is starting to come up.”

He jumped up and said, “I must leave. I must get home before the sun rises.”

“Stay here.” I said. “Fuck, I already know about how you sleep. I could probably do the cha-cha on the bed and it wouldn’t wake you up. And if you don’t want to share my bed, there’s always the floor or the couch.”

He looked at me with the fucking half smile and asked, “Even after all I’ve told you, knowing what I am, you want me to share your bed?”

“You know I’m crazy about you. You’re not going to murder me in my sleep, are you?”

He actually looked shocked and blurted out, “What? I would never do that.”

“That’s what I figured, so there goes any argument. Will you just get in the fucking bed and let me get some rest?”

He crawled up and lay down beside me and I pulled the sheet over both of us. I pushed him onto his side, threw my arm over him and nestled against his back, my stiff dick resting in the groove between his buns.

“Can you hear my heart?” he asked.

I put my ear against his back but there was no sound.

“Just hold your ear there for a while.” he told me.

After a minute or so, I heard one heart beat. I kept listening and about two minutes later, I heard his heart beat again.

“Well, at least I know you’re not a corpse.” I said. I wrapped my hand around the thick shaft of his dick and stroked it till it was standing stiff..

“If I were, you would have just raised the dead.” he said

“If I get up before you, I won’t try to wake you up.” I whispered to him. “Now go the fuck to sleep.”

I was up before him. I left the keys and a note on the dining table asking him to lock up and went to my job. He showed up shortly after I opened.

“How did you sleep?” I asked him.

He looked at me with a puzzled look and said, “Amazingly well. Better than I have in years, though I would never have believed it. I must have felt safe.”

“You’re damned right.” I said. “So now I don’t want to hear any more crap about how you can only sleep alone.”

He gave the smile that he knew melted my heart and went to sit on his favorite stool.

I didn’t ask him any more questions after that night. I was too happy at having him stay with me and share my bed and give me the best sex that I’d ever had. But, after about a month, it finally dawned on me one night after a real workout on the mattress.

“Hey, I just realized, you won’t let me suck your cock and won’t fuck me because you don’t want me to turn like you.”

“I thought you knew that.”

“I’m not always the quickest on the uptake.” I told him. “I figured that it was some kind of bad war result, not that.”

“I couldn’t let you get into something you knew nothing about.”

I was immediately pissed off and I punched him, as hard as I could, in the shoulder.

“But what about now, you son of a bitch. Doesn’t my opinion count?”

“Your opinion?” he asked, rubbing his arm..

“What if I want to be like you? What if I’ve been worrying about how soon you’d leave me because I wasn’t young anymore or because you got tired of me? Doesn’t what I want matter?”

“Of course it does.” he said. “But I know from experience that it never works out. You could become tired of me, you could become intoxicated with your new found power, and you may even regret it and try to harm yourself. I’ve seen all of those things happen to my loved ones.”

“Fuck you.” I told him. “You never saw any of that with me. If anyone here is crazy, it’s you, not me. How dare you think you’re protecting me? I don’t need protection, I just fought a war and came out alive, goddamnit! You might be the love of my life but you don’t get to patronize me.”

He put his hand over my mouth and said, “I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you. This isn’t something you can just decide over night.”

“Fuck you, again.” I said. “I fell in love with you over night. I fell in love with you 10 seconds after I met you. How dare you tell me that I’m not smart enough to make up my own mind?” I’d been toying with and stroking his big stiff prick the whole time we lay side by side arguing.

“I never meant for it to seem like that.”

“I’m going to suck your cock.” I told him, moving down on the bed until my mouth was near enough.

“Wait, you have to understand.” he started to say.

“That wasn’t asking you, fucker, that was me telling you.” I said. Holding the huge cock around the base, I closed my mouth over the smooth head. It tasted like any other cock. I licked at his piss hole, coaxing him to give me his pre-cum and he gasped. The fluid that resulted tingled on my tongue like wintergreen. Maybe he wasn’t some crazy nut after all.

I began to suck his cock, throwing in all of the tricks of the trade that I’d ever learned. At first he tried to fight me off but when he saw that I wouldn’t give up unless he hurt me, he gave in and took it like a man. I wasn’t just sucking him off, I was making love to his cock and he knew it. A $500 a night whore couldn’t have serviced his dick the way I did. And the whole time, the tingling sensation in my mouth grew.

He couldn’t hold back from the onslaught and he finally came while I was stretching his balls and riding my mouth up and down on his cock like a jackhammer.

The first spurt out of his piss hole went directly down my throat and I kept swallowing every drop after that. Within seconds of his first spurt going down my throat, I felt like I was on another planet. Sensations rushed through my entire body like I’d been electrocuted, I’m sure that my fucking hair even stood on end. My skin, my fucking pores even; felt like they opened and I could feel every tiny sensation. My bones were on fire, in a good way, and my spine felt like it was stretching. My fucking brain was on a roller coaster, every thought I’d ever had seeming to crowd it at once and at the same time all of these new sensations were trying to register. I wouldn’t have been surprised if my head exploded.

When I came to, I was lying on the floor and Tony was looking down over the edge of the bed at me.

“That hit you a lot harder than I’ve seen in the past.” he said.

“Jesus Fucking Christ, is my hair still attached?” I asked as I struggled to sit up.

“I always liked your hair, now I like it even more.”

I made it up off of the floor and said, “Move your sweet ass over and let me lay down. How long was I out?”

“Not long at all.” Tony said. “How do you feel?”

“Like I just went ten rounds with Joe Louis and I won.” I replied.

“I don’t know what that means.”

“Then maybe there are a few things I can teach you. When do I sprout fangs and turn into a bat?”

“Don’t hold your breath waiting.” Tony said.

I felt better than I ever had in my life. I felt stronger, more aware, more here somehow. I also felt as horny as hell. I grasped Tony’s fat cock in my hand and said, “I need another dose of this.”

His cock started to harden while I played with it and he said, “Do you think that’s wise, so soon.”

“Fuck wise.” I replied. “I’ve wanted this dick for months and if you don’t fuck me I may have to rape you.”

“So pushy for a youngster.” Tony said. He rolled me onto my back and climbed between my legs which I flung as wide as I could. “Somebody is eager.” he remarked.

“Just shut up and fuck me, Dracula.” I said.

I haven’t had my ass fucked very often in my life but I was so eager for Tony’s cock inside me that it didn’t even hurt. I opened up like a $2 whore; his cock was banging against the back of my ass before I had inhaled. For the first time, I knew what getting fucked really felt like and I loved it. His fat dick spread my hole open, his big cock head filled me up and his long shaft reached nerves inside me like I’d never felt before. I was gasping just on the first stroke in.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Just because I’m about to go out of my mind? You mean like that? If I die with your dick up me, the funeral home will never get the smile off of my face.”

So Tony began to fuck my ass. It was everything I’d anticipated. Fuck, it was ten times better than I’d anticipated. He made me his total cock slave with that first fuck. As his cock slid in and out of me I felt like howling at the moon, dancing naked in Times Square, like I had a man really fucking me for the first time. I was blubbering, out of my head. Tony just kept plowing my hole while my head spun. And when he came, it was almost as powerful as the first time. Fireworks went off in my ass, then climbed my spine and out my arms and legs. I wouldn’t be surprised if sparks shot out of my fingers and toes. I passed out again.

A couple of hours later I came around. Tony was deep in his sleep coma, he didn’t flinch when I lifted his arm and let it drop back onto the bed. He didn’t move when I kissed him. But when I started playing with his cock and balls, he smiled in his sleep. I manipulated his dick until it was good and hard and then I sucked him off again. He didn’t move the whole time and when he came in my throat, I got knocked out again. A couple of hours later, after daylight, I woke up and sucked another load out of his balls. I was addicted.

As was usual for us now, he was still sleeping when I got up to go to work. When I stepped outside into the daylight, I almost fell to my knees from the brightness of the day. I went back in and got sunglasses and went to work.

Tony came in at dusk. I was behind the bar, serving a drink to one of the old guys who was a regular and the first thing Tony said was, “You sucked me off while I was asleep, you bastard. Twice.”

“And he’s complaining?” the old customer asked.

“He’s a real weirdo.” I replied and motioned Tony down to his regular stool.

“I thought it might help things progress.” I said. “Besides, you look so cute lying there all helpless with your big dick standing up.”

“I feel like I was raped.” Tony said in mock outrage.

“Get used to it.” I said. “That beautiful cock may be yours but it belongs to both of us now.”

That was in 1947. It’s 2019 now and Tony and I are still together. We’ve moved around a lot over the years. We were in San Francisco in the 60’s and we laid waste to a whole raft of sweet young hippie guys who had never fed their pretty young dicks to another guy. We both took full advantage of the scene and the music was pretty good, too. We moved back to New York in the mid-70’s, in time for disco and the bath houses. The bath houses were like a cock sucker’s buffet, you could overdose on cum any night. Besides that, we began advertising our services in the papers of the time. Every night we’d have a couple of appointments to suck off a tourist or a closeted local. Most were sad business men but, hey, cum is cum. They always got their money’s worth.

Once we were even hired by a famous foreign film director. He was in town with his American wife and he organized a special party for only his male friends. Tony and I were the entertainment. He positioned the two of us nude on two giant hassocks in the center of the room, head to the other’s feet with our asses upraised and open. Things got off to a slow start until the director whipped out his cock and fucked Tony’s ass in front of the guests. After that, there was rarely a moment when we didn’t both have a hard cock in both ends at once. Most of the guests weren’t satisfied until they’d shot their load down both throats and up both asses. Plus we got paid for the night and the director even gave us each a $1000 tip for being such good whores. If he only knew.

Aids put a damper on things. We were immune but our friends and customers weren’t. I felt like it was the war all over again, so may men died around us. It was not a happy time.

We moved to west to timber country in the 80’s. Let me tell you, everything they say about lumberjacks is true. I sucked some of the biggest dicks and swallowed some of the most potent cum I’ve ever had in those years. And those guys aren’t afraid to fuck, either.

So now we’re back in the Midwest. The oil and fracking boom have drawn hot men from everywhere to the fields with the chance to make big bucks. We go where the cum goes and plenty of guys get lonely out in the middle of nowhere with nothing to get them off but their right hand. We rarely get turned down. Tony looks hotter than ever and a steady diet of male hormones has buffed me up pretty good, too.

We haven’t created any others like us, we like things the way they are. And we both still fuck each other every night and it’s just as good as it ever was. We look forward to the future.