Tasting Andrew

Exhausted from his emotion-charged run, Andrew took a seat within the bus shelter awaiting the arrival of the local campus transit bus which would take him back to his dormitory and to a much needed shower, dry clothes, and a good night’s sleep. Andrew glanced back up the street toward Victor’s house and shook his head. “What was I thinking?” he muttered to himself and felt much calmer as he convinced himself that all would be well. He had only been at the university for less than a month and his encounter with the handsome professor was just the beginning of possible adventures. The world was wide open for new experiences in this new locale so far away from his small, conservative hometown. Andrew had finally convinced himself that there were no such things as vampires and that his imagination had gotten the best of him. His studies had just overwhelmed him and the tension with his roommate, Nick, had contributed to his mind playing tricks and then his falling prey to just a pervy professor, albeit a handsome and charming one.

The bus stopped and Andrew stood waiting for the passengers to unload. It was evening and the bus was fairly empty and only disgorged two individuals. A tall muscular fellow who exuded a tingling in Andrew’s mind. The man was dressed in an open polo shirt which was unbuttoned to expose a unique pendant of a jade oriental dragon resting against his blonde chest hair. Something about his manner reminded Andrew of Victor. The older fellow was accompanied by a strapping lad; obviously one of the football team members easily identifiable from his team t-shirt which was straining to cover his muscled torso. The lad’s face was beaming with excitement as if anticipating some incredible experience that had been promised to him; almost like the countenance of an eager puppy wanting devotedly to play with his master.

“Up this street is my friend’s house,” guided the older man as he placed his hand on the lad’s broad shoulder steering him away from the bus shelter.

“Your sure he won’t mind just dropping in out of the blue?” asked the lad.

“Not at all,” replied the man. “He is an old buddy of mine and will be glad to see me, and he is always up to meeting new friends.”

“Hot,” the grinning lad remarked.

The pair took a few steps then the older fellow turned to look at Andrew, his piercing green eyes looking deep into Andrew’s glance. Just a brief moment passed between them then the man returned his attention to guiding his younger friend up the street. As Andrew plodded up the steps of the bus, his psyche tingled in recognition. He chuckled to himself dismissing the exchange as his mind playing with him again. It was time to get back to the dorm and get back to the reasons that had brought him to college in the first place.

Meanwhile up the street and behind the doors of Victor’s house--

Shaking myself from my sad memory of Samuel, I continue to gaze from my bedroom window upon the street below darkening with the approach of night. The lightning flashed in the distance as the storm proceeded to leave the city. The rumblings of thunder becoming increasingly muffled. There was another bright flash and a louder boom as if the storm was attempting to send one message before it made its exit. With that rumble, I felt a presence that I had not felt in sometime. The presence was wild and powerful, but not at all threatening and deeply sensual.

“Jeremiah?” I questioned as the presence seemed to be nearby. I smiled. “What brings you to town, my old friend?” My memory of my first encounter with this long-time ally, occasional playmate, and my mentor engaged me. Coincidentally, I had just been remorsefully thinking of my encounter with Samuel and now the one who truly saved me was somewhere out there closeby—Jeremiah.

After my tragic encounter with Samuel, my path fortunately and shortly crossed with Jeremiah as I wandered aimlessly across the countryside. Jeremiah became my mentor to help me navigate my new existence as a vampire.

“Boy!” the big blond man clad all in forest green called to me as he stood squarely in the center of the road. “I know your fear and I am will not harm you.” When I had spied the approaching traveler heading toward me on the road, I had scampered weakly toward the nearby undergrowth to hide.

“We have much in common!” he called again. I could feel his mind touch my mind even from the distance between us. “Victor, I can help you.” I froze in place as he called my name and approached me confidently.

I eyed him nervously, but also was somewhat aroused by him. I tried to keep my lust in check as to avoid another tragic encounter. His blond hair was shoulder length framing his bearded face and his piercing green eyes. Around his neck hung a jade pendant of a coiled oriental dragon on a gold chain that nested against his furry chest exposed by his partially opened shirt. He was a big fellow, but moved swiftly and was right in front of me before I could react. His eyes met mine, and somehow I felt sanctuary in those eyes which were as green as the dragon hanging across his chest. I felt that this man meant me no harm, but somehow he knew the pain and terror that coursed through my soul. He reached toward me with his right hand. I cowered.

“I am Jeremiah,” he spoke firmly as he gazed into my eyes. “I mean you no harm and I can help you.”

“Victor,” I shakily replied and grasped his outreached hand.

“Victor, let us get off this road and we can discuss further in private. We have much in common.” I followed this stranger from the road and into the forest. He stopped at a tumble of trees which shielded us from any view of passerby. I thought to myself that this is how it will end.

He turned to me suddenly and looked me deep in the eyes and pulled open his shirt.

So I would be raped and killed and my body left to rot in this desolate place.

“First, you need to feed,” Jeremiah said gently as he took the jade dragon pendant and scratched its tail across his exposed pec. A trickle of blood appeared along the scratch as he pulled my head to his chest. I could not resist and licked hungrily at his chest. He groaned deeply. “Easy, boy. Easy. Take your time.”

Jeremiah pulled my mouth from his chest and his hand tight held on my head. I turned up to look into his handsome face and to see the fangs bared in his mouth.

“You are safe now, Victor,” he murmured assuredly. “I can take care of you. Do you trust me?”

I nodded and with that encounter I became part of Jeremiah’s life and he taught me how to hunt, feed, and pleasure myself and my prey. He brought me into his estate and I found myself included in his comfortable home and into the life of a vampire. Jeremiah had a non-vampire lover, Dante, so his interests in me was purely on a brotherly level. But my training would initially find myself within in their bed as Jeremiah showed me how to feed upon his lover Dante, a stout and sturdy Italian who provided enough sexual satisfaction and sustenance for Jeremiah to share with me.

I could remember the night after carefully mentoring me, Jeremiah presented with me with a present, basically a challenge. Through channels I dared not know about, Jeremiah would secure men to provide for variety to his diet. Usually these men were condemned criminals or deserters from the various armies roaming the countryside on their way to and from the Holy Land. I found Jeremiah down in the catacombs that served as a holding pen for these unfortunates. He sat pensively observing the latest “acquisition”, a dark-haired youth of not more than twenty who was chained to the wall.

“This is Eric,” explained Jeremiah indicating the frightened youth. I looked at Eric. He was not like the others who I had seen Jeremiah bring into this chamber and at times even his bed. He stood about six foot tall and had a lean muscular frame. There was a sense of pride about him, but also of sadness. His eyes did not have the usual glaze of wanton violence but were intelligent and looked me defiantly.

“I am not afraid,” he spoke plainly and without venom. “Everything has been taken from me, then why not my life also.” Eric lean back against the cold stone and tilted his neck aside invitingly.

“Touch his mind,” calmly commanded my mentor Jeremiah as he watched intently. I brought my hand to Eric’s face and pulled his gaze into mine. He gasped as my mind slid into his thoughts as my other hand gently laid up on his left pec.

Eric’s story was laid bare before me. He was the youngest son of the nearby baron whose lands bordered Jeremiah’s holdings. Both the baron and his eldest son were not held in high regard and were considered brutal and ignorant lords who foolishly managed their lands and people. This boy was more of his mother’s stock-----intelligent, sensitive and passionate. Eric had disobeyed his father by an engagement to the daughter of a rival baron. As punishment, the father had his youngest son chained to a tree in the forest and left to feed the “wolves”.

With the realization of an opportunity here, I turned to Jeremiah.

“We can help him and he us,” I presented my realization. Jeremiah nodded his approval.

“The promises of long-term gain measured against short term pleasure,” remarked Jeremiah grinning exposing his fangs. “But with the proper balance, Victor, you can have both.”

“Eric, you will come to no harm from us,” I promised as my hand slid down his chest. His heart pounding nervously. “We can protect you and can help you. We can give you what you want and then also provide desires beyond your imagination.” My hand had slid to grasp his cock that was growing hard as I seduced him. I leaned in and kissed his chest. All of my training had finally come to this test. Jeremiah had trusted me with this boy and I sought to prove my abilities.

“Please, I can’t,” Eric pleaded. “I love….I love..”

“Think of this as agreement between two gentlemen,” I explained slowly stroking his cock. “We simply are supplying each other what we need. Your love for your woman is still intact and not tainted. This is a bond between two men.” My mouth engulfed Eric’s hard prick before he could protest further. With the knowledge that this young man was not a flight risk, I unlocked his chains with my mind. His hands went to my shoulders and his fingers dug deep as I fed upon his cock. His moans were loud and his legs shook from the pleasure that my mouth was providing through my hungry sucking of his cock and balls.

Jeremiah watched intently. His lover Dante entered the chamber and leaned over to kiss Jeremiah passionately. I continued to direct my hunger and attention to our new friend, Eric. His chest was heaving as I was pulling him deeper into the sensual control that I had him under. His breaths and moans became louder as engulfed fully his dick, lapping it with my tongue and grazing its hardness with my fangs.

At the point just moments before he would spurt his cum, my fangs slid down his shaft and released a trickle of his blood into my eager mouth. I growled and the pierce of my fangs and the vibration of my growl pushed Eric over the edge. He screamed out in pleasure and his cum flooded my mouth as his body stiffened. I continued to suck as Eric’s legs buckled and he slid along the cold stone wall to the floor. My feeding and his intense orgasm made him slip into drowsiness.

My final taste of Eric was met with the loud groan of Dante from behind me. Licking my lips I turned to see Dante astride Jeremiah in the chair clinging to his vampire lover as Jeremiah thrust up into his ass. Jeremiah pulled Dante close muffling his groans with a deep passionate kiss and then buried his fangs slowly into his lover’s neck.

Later I laid Eric into a guest chamber as we began our “gentleman’s agreement” that would turn into a friendship and profitable political alliance as Jeremiah and his allies would later depose Eric’s father and brother and place him as head of the neighboring estate to be ruled over by him and his lovely bride.

The doorbell rang. I grinned as I realized that I would spend the evening catching up with my old friend Jeremiah. It had been almost four years since we had seen each other. My dour mood had been lifted with this arrival of an unexpected visitor.