Tasting Andrew

Vic. U got plans for H-ween? Paul.”

I sat at my office desk in the midst of grading the latest exams from my students when my phone unexpectedly sounded a text alert. I had been so buried in my teaching duties and being a supportive mentor to Becca, my graduate assistant, that I had let time get away from me. The text from Paul had jarred me to the reality that Halloween was just a few days away.

“None. Pass out candy to the kids. Did you have a treat in mind?” I replied in text to Paul’s message. I thought to myself of how I probably deserved some decadent treat as a reward for all of my diligence and hard work this past month. Paul definitely could supply me with that.

My cellphone dinged immediately alerting me to Paul’s enthusiastic reply.

“Roleplay. Late night intruder. Your place. Turn tables on me.” I read the message and was aroused immediately with the thoughts of the muscled alpha-male contractor aggressively breaking into my home to only be subdued by a true predator. The tension and struggle would generate the right of amount of adrenalin to make Paul truly a delicious treat and the sex would be rough and intense.

I texted back simply—“Grrrreat. I expect you about 10 pm.” I licked my lips in anticipation as imagined the possibilities of this roleplay fantasy. “I will prepare” was Paul’s final text.

Then the stark reality set in as I realized that I had not laid in my supplies for the throngs of trick-or-treaters that would be roaming my neighborhood. I needed to make a run to stock up on Halloween candy. Of course, DJ and Patience would be bringing by the girls to see their Uncle Vic so I would need to find something special for their treats.

A gentle knock on my office door prevented me from returning to my grading.

“Professor Browning?” I heard Becca’s apologetic voice on the other side of my door.

“Come in, Becca,” I replied to her inquiry. She slipped into my office as I stood to greet her.

“I thought that I might slip on out and have quick nap before tonight,” Becca pleaded her case. I smiled as I realized that her emotions were a mixture of excitement and apprehension as tonight was the long-awaited performance of Dracula and her theatrical debut.

“So, are you excited?” I asked with a smile. Paul’s invitation, the realization of the coming Halloween festivities, and seeing my valued assistant glowing about her foray into the theatre provided a warmth in my old soul.

“Yes, and nervous,” replied Becca.

“Well, I will be out in the audience cheering you on,” I assured her. Becca shifted her weight nervously and grasped tightly the manila envelope that she held in her hands. “Go on and get that nap. I plan on catching your stellar performance this evening.”

“I also want to thank you for supporting me in this and for being willing to listen to me about Nick,” added Becca. “You are like a big brother to me.” Becca suddenly hugged me tightly.

“Thank you, Becca,” I added. “Maybe, Nick needs to have a little discussion with your big brother, if you like?” I had handled many of these cocksure frat boys over the years and had been successful in putting them in their place with my predatory charms. I was confident that I would be able to persuade Nick to abandon his harassment of Becca and encourage him to move along to other pursuits.

“Probably wouldn’t hurt any,” agreed Becca. “Oh, that fellow Andrew dropped this off for you this morning.” Becca handed me the manila envelope as my curiosity was picked.

“He is cute,” remarked Becca with a knowing smile. Becca knew my sexual preference but not my true hungers. Lately she had urged me to get out and meet someone. I obviously was wearing my loneliness much too openly these days.

“Yes, but he is a student and that would not be appropriate,” I corrected Becca gently although my body was inappropriately responding to my thoughts of Andrew’s body, his thoughtful eyes, and his shy smile. That is not to say that I had not indulged in an occasional dalliance with some underclassman during my tenure at the university, but I always was discreet and made sure that the young men were not my students. But this feeling inside me when my thoughts turn to my new friend, Andrew, was not simple. The relationship between Andrew and I had become much more multi-faceted than those delicious distractions. The boy made my heart ache in a very different way. Yes, there was the resemblance to my Andrei, but that was merely a possible trail of genetics that had woven its way through time and space. I felt protective of Andrew. The boy was special and something had enabled our paths to cross. If we shared something sexual then it would happen, but something was bonding us together for some purpose beyond our reckoning.

“He just might be what you need, Professor,” added Becca as she sensed my deep thoughts.

I grinned thoughtfully and simply remarked, “See you, tonight. Break a leg, Becca.”

And Becca slipped out of my office as I looked quizzically at the brown manila envelope. I opened the flap and retrieved its contents—a single sketchbook sheet. I smiled. Andrew had sketched me dressed in the attire of a classic horror movie vampire. He had scribbled “Happy Halloween!” across the bottom of the sketch. I snickered at the gesture and slipped the sketch into my satchel. I was amused by the image that had been created for creatures such as me. At times I had used the image to my advantage to fulfill some fanboy’s fantasy and to fulfill my hunger. But the truth was that vampires were not so easily identifiable until their true nature emerges, usually at the point of no return.

Elk River Road, Tennessee

Rolf drove his black F150 truck along the gravel road in the Tennessee hills just south of Nashville. After alerting Colton that he needed to drive up north to take care of some “family business”, Rolf had headed out speeding along I-65 for the over twelve-hour trip to his destination. His contacts had alerted him of Victor’s whereabouts in the college town and shared some interesting particulars which he was using to formulate a plan to disrupt any thoughts of the rival vampire to enter the coming chaos that they were carefully crafting. Rolf had a few ideas on unleashing some chaos upon Victor that should suffice.

But presently, Rolf was needing a pit stop as night was falling and his hunger was getting the best of him. With a little advance planning, he was able to cruise the gay hook-up sites and located some suitable entertainment and nourishment. It didn’t take much convincing for Rolf to secure the cooperation of a gay couple Bob and Dan who were actively looking for a versatile playmate.

Bob, a mature furry fellow with a stocky but muscled physique and sporting a long salt and pepper mane and nicely groomed beard, was the older of the pair. Dan was a lean but fuzzy otter who probably was in his mid-twenties. They smiled boldly out of their profile photo and had caught Rolf’s attention immediately as two country boys with a wild side. After a few exchanges of what each was into, the pair invited Rolf to spend the night at their cabin as stop along his journey north.

Rolf wheeled the truck into the driveway leading up to the modest cabin nestled in the woods, the tires crunching along the gravel and fallen leaves. The cabin was not rustic but was one of those kit homes built to look like an old homeplace on the outside but included all the comfort of modern life on the inside. Bob stood on the front porch waving an enthusiastic welcome to Rolf as he parked his truck and exited his vehicle.

“Get that hot ass of yours up here, buddy,” called out Bob while Dan stood behind him with a sheepish grin brightening his boyish face and leaning against the nearby porch post. His tight t-shirt betraying his nice nipples and lean chest. Rolf licked his lips in response to the enticing sight of Dan and his older partner. Bob stripped out of his shirt exposing his hairy chest flecked with some grey across his pectorals and his solid stomach. Rolf grinned and thought to himself of how easy this was going to be to get these two randy fellows into heated passionate play including the promise of some light bondage. Taking a bound and struggling prey was Rolf’s favorite pastime. Up the steps onto the porch, Rolf bounded with the excitement of a predator discovering targeted prey. Dan and Bob enclosed him in a group hug and their hands began exploring Rolf’s body. He growled in pleasure as the two country boys stroked and rubbed him like a prize stallion.

Within minutes, Rolf had followed the two men into the cabin, stripping their clothes as they worked each other into a frenzy and finally diving upon the king-sized bed. Dan landed upon his back stretching his lean body in anticipation of being restrained with the handcuffs hanging strategically from each of the posts of the bed’s massive headboard. As Bob cuffed the younger fellow, Rolf devoured hungrily the boy’s cock, balls, and then with a snarl began to eat his hole like a wild beast. Dan writhed. Bob smiled as he watched his lover in fits of pain and pleasure being delivered by their new buddy.

“He’s gonna eat you up, boy,” smirked Bob as Dan let out a loud groan as Rolf’s talented tongue deeply invaded his hole.

“Oh, you have no idea, Bob,” remarked Rolf in between attacking Dan’s hole and sucking his heavy balls and dripping thick dick. Once Bob had secured the squirming Dan to the bedposts, he went to work on the young man’s nipples with his mouth and rubbing his beard across the lad’s smooth chest. Rolf took advantage of Dan’s distraction resulting from the added attention of his lover’s talented mouth upon his nipples and Rolf’s fangs scratched the tender thigh of Dan’s slender but muscular leg. Rolf was rewarded with a foretaste of how delicious this fellow would be and licked as the slight wound. Dan groaned loudly. Rolf returned his attention to Dan’s hole and probed his tongue deep inside the delicious orifice then he slipped a finger to loosen up the boy.

Rolf ceased his attention on Dan and slid up to kiss Bob deeply. Bob slurped on Rolf’s tongue tasting the essence of his partner in his mouth. Rolf then hissed in Bob’s ear as he nuzzled against his bearded neck.

“I want to watch you fuck him,” purred Rolf as he reached down to Bob’s engorged dick and stroked it purposefully. Bob grinned at the invitation and maneuvered himself between Dan’s legs lifting them to expose the boy’s hole that was slick with Rolf’s spit. Rolf kissed Bob deeply encouraging him to thrust into his lover’s waiting ass. Dan cried out as Bob slipped into him. Rolf stood back to admire the view of the older furry fellow slowly thrusting into his younger restrained lover. Dan’s head thrown back in the throes of this passionate attack.

Rolf growled as his arousal and hunger took hold. He positioned himself behind Bob and smacked the man’s furry mounds as if to urge him on to thrust more fervently. Rolf rubbed Bob’s furry hole then spread those muscled cheeks to expose his tight pink sphincter. Without hesitation, Rolf leaned down and flicked his tongue at Bob’s ass which was met with a loud growling moan from the older man. Rolf took that as an audible invitation and proceeded to rim the inviting ass with a fervor that sent Bob into a loud frenzy of groans and more powerful thrusts into his bound partner.

Bob and Dan were lost in their intense fuck spurred on by their guest who was currently eating Bob’s furry ass. Rolf seized the opportunity and slid a finger into Bob’s anus with a deep thrust.

“Oh, fuck, buddy,” snarled Bob as he felt Rolf’s finger penetrate all the way to his prostate. “You want a piece of me?” Rolf replied with working his finger in and out and sending shivers along Bob’s furry body. Rolf kissed along Bob’s shuddering back as the fellow plowed deeply into his younger buddy. Dan was panting in lust with rapid grunts from Bob’s steady thrusts.

Rolf rubbed his hard and drooling cock across Bob’s furry crack then pressed into the man without warning. Bob reacted with a howl and his ass bucked against Rolf’s intruding eight inches. Rolf encircled the man within his arms tightly as he impaled Bob and pushed the man deeper in to his young buddy who was bucking and grunting below him still restrained by the cuffs. Rolf increased the tempo of his thrusts into Bob’s tight furry ass and tightened his embrace nuzzling the sweaty neck of the bearded man. The bite was swift and gentle enough that Bob only groaned with the intense feeling as Rolf sank his fangs into the man’s neck and the vampiric venom took hold. Rolf slowed his thrusts to keep in rhythm as he drank gingerly from the older man. The younger fellow was moaning as his hard cock rubbed against his buddy’s furry stomach in time with Rolf’s thrusting him into Dan’s eager ass.

Rolf fed deeply but not to the point of killing as he fucked Bob with a gusto that pushed the man toward a mind-blowing orgasm in Dan’s ass. Bob grunted and shook as his ass tightened with the release of his load into his young buddy’s hole. Then he passed from consciousness as Rolf released him gently shift him aside so that Rolf could not enjoy Dan. Rolf snarled exposing his fangs stained with Bob’s blood. Dan’s eyes widened as he witnessed Rolf descending upon him. Before he could react in fear, Rolf’s huge cock plowed into Dan’s asshole dripping with Bob’s cum. The mix of pain and pleasure was so intense and mingled with the venom of Rolf’s earlier bite on Dan’s thigh that the younger fellow was lost in lust. Rolf growled as he fucked Dan with a ferocious vigor and lowered his hungry mouth to the lean fellow’s sweaty chest. Rolf dragged his fangs across Dan’s panting chest then locked his mouth on Dan’s left nip.

After feeling refreshed and satisfied with the two tasty rednecks, Dan and Bob, Rolf left the country boys lounged across their bed weakened by the amazingly intense encounter that Rolf had promised and delivered. Hopefully if time allowed, Rolf assured himself that he should make a pitstop at their cabin on the way back home after he settled his business that had brought him north.

The University Theatre, Opening performance of DRACULA

Andrew and Joe sat in the darkened theatre experiencing the sensually dark adaptation of Bram Stoker’s novel. The actors not so much moved but glided among the gothic expressionistic set as if portraying a fevered dream. Well, possibly with the exception of Nick as he brought a brash and somewhat rude interpretation of the American cowboy Quincey.

“So, that’s your asshole roommate?” whispered Joe as he leaned over to Andrew who had involuntarily cringed as he watched Nick shatter the dreamlike illusion that was being attempted by the rest of the ensemble. “What is with all the spitting and grabbing his crotch?”

“He must think it makes him look manly,” sighed Andrew in reply. Pretending to be chawing a wad of tobacco, Nick had spat a wad just missing his co-actors on stage. The actors playing Dr. Seward and Arthur almost broke their characters in disgust with Nick’s actions.

“Makes him look like a dumbass,” countered Joe almost a little too loudly. A young co-ed behind them shushed Joe, but then leaned up and patted him on his big shoulder as he slunk down in his seat in embarrassment.

“But I have to agree,” the girl whispered to Joe, her hand lingering a little longer on his shoulder. Andrew grinned at his friend as they returned their attention to the action on the stage as the plot had shifted to Jonathan Harker’s seduction by Dracula’s mates. Thankfully, the audience received a reprieve from enduring any more of Quincey until much later. The erotic intensity of the choreography as the mates of the vampire encircled Jonathan restored the director’s desired vision to the stage. The sensuality of two vampiresses and the one vampire consorts to the Count was mesmerizing as they flowed around the actor playing Jonathan

slowly stripping the handsome actor of his vest and then shirt. The rhythm of their movements underscored by the whispering music built into an animalistic intensity; almost like the building toward an orgasm. Athletically leaping upon the stage from a nearby platform, the sudden appearance of the tall and threatening form of Dracula and thus shattering the spell being cast over Jonathan. The physicality of Vlad’s portrayal of the Count was astounding weaving his movements into a graceful combination of spider, bat, and lean wolf. As the scene concluded with the scattering of the vampire consorts and the domination of Dracula as the apex predator of this realm, the audience exploded with applause.

Andrew imagined Victor as the literary vampire at that moment. He had only seen Victor in the most amicable of situations. Was such a beast-like ferocity lurking underneath that professorial veneer?