Tasting Andrew

Out into the downpour, Andrew ran. His mind was a jumble of thoughts as Andrew ran through the campus pushing his body, letting the thunder and lightning echo his tortured and angry spirit. He needed to run so badly. Running seemed to clear his head. The cold rain felt good on his throbbing head. His heart pounded and his muscles ached but his pushed blindly on.

Damn his roommate! What a prick! He was angry at Nick for prodding into his darkest thoughts—his thoughts of Victor. But also he was aroused by Nick’s interest. Something about his roommate’s reaction to the drawing gave him pause in his thoughts. Nick’s comment of “you want to find out, boy” stuck in Andrew’s mind. Was that just some angry bravado or was it an invitation to something else? He imagined touching Nick’s tan muscled frame and imagined the feel of his fingers sliding along the light dusting of blond hair on Nick’s legs, pecs, and across his abs and then trailing his fingers downward…downward..

Andrew was drenched by the cold rain and his own sweat. His t-shirt and nylon shorts clung to him as he finally stopped his manic run. His body was screaming for a pause in the exertion. When he looked up with rain and perspiration streaming down his face, his eyes focused with realization of where he stood. He was looking at the front of Victor’s home. The huge Victorian house was dark and still. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled ominously. Andrew stood in the pouring rain which seemed to soak into the very core of his soul as he stared at the house.

“I have to just forget about this. About him,” Andrew thought out loud almost to the point of trying to exorcise this attraction from his soul. “It was just fun. It wasn’t anything else. It was nothing else.” And with that proclamation, Andrew turned to continue his run as if he was trying to let his sweat and the pouring rain wash the memory of Victor from his mind.

Unaware that Andrew had ceased his run outside his home, Victor was deeply buried into his work as the storm built into intensity.

I heard the thunder and then the pouring rain beat against the windows. I was comfortably lounging in my study grading papers and groaning at the feeble attempts of my students to make any case for me to pass them.

“One convoluted run-on sentence does not make a paragraph,” I snarled as my pen bled red ink profusely across its latest victim. I rose wearily from the overstuffed chair in which I lounged in the dimly lit room brightening. I had the house dark and quiet for me to best work and I made my way toward the door.

I was not expecting any visitors this evening, especially considering the strong storm raging outside. The ferocity of the storm triggered my memories, especially of that night when I unexpectedly and violently entered this existence almost a thousand years ago. I stood staring into the darkness as my mind drifted into recollection.

The events of the past twenty-four hours since the monastery was attacked were a vague but horrible memory. It was a miracle that I had survived while most of the brothers in our small enclave were killed outright when the raiders attacked our sanctuary located just a few miles inland from the Mediterranean coast. I remember the sting of the lead attacker’s fangs into my heart and his growling command to his fellows to leave me to my own to die without aide of the knowledge to survive as vampire.

I must have wandered for days in a delirium and then he found me. Poor, handsome Samuel found me and brought me in and nursed me back from the brink of death but to result in tragic consequences.

I awoke in the small bed in the back room of the stable in which Samuel worked and found him looking over me. His olive complexion first gave me pause as I thought I was looking into the face of the enemy that had brutally destroyed my home at the monastery and my future. But his dark eyes were filled with concern and his face was framed by long black hair and the stubble of an emerging beard quickly eased my fears and aroused something else in me.

“I am Samuel. You are safe here.” He spoke in a hushed tone leaning over me and removing the wet rag that he had used to cool my forehead. “This is my stable so you are safe here. I found you out passed out along the roadside from the monastery about two days ago. I brought you here. I thought I would be burying you rather than talking to you. You are lucky.” He patted my shoulder gently.

There was something in Samuel’s voice that reminded me of my childhood friend Tobias and that filled me with a longing that I had not experienced since our families sent us on our separate ways----me to the monastery and Tobias to service in the army raised by King Richard on its way to the Holy Land. I let that longing bring my eyes and mind to focus on this young man who now carefully rubbed a refreshed wet rag across my face.

“My name is Victor,” I finally spoke but with almost a moan in my voice.

“I am glad that you survived to make my acquaintance,” smirked Samuel. He was a few years older than my sixteen years and there was an air of confidence in his demeanor that I found reassuring. I was in good hands. The damp cloth rubbed against my neck and then he slid his hand to my bare chest to the wound on my left pec.

“That is a really nasty bite,” Samuel remarked examining the bite marks on my chest where those fangs had sunk into my heart. “Some animal decided that you were already past due for this world and took a bite. You must have surprised him.” Samuel laughed.

His fingers touched the bite gently. I groaned but not from pain as his finger touched my nipple. His eyes met mine and he quickly looked away.

“You need to rest, Victor,” he quickly remarked and rose from the bedside where he had been kneeling. I now had a full few of my rescuer. Samuel was a head taller than me and his woven workshirt hung open just at midpoint of his muscled chest. A sprinkle of hair nestled between his two pecs. His lean muscled legs stood apart as he shuffled nervously. “I…I..will check on you later, Victor.” He tried not to make eye contact again with me and shuffled out the door. His humor and confidence seemed to be replaced with some sort of inner debate. I fell back to sleep trying to heal both my mind and body.

I awoke some time later to Samuel sitting beside my bed. A single candle flame lit the little room barely, but enough to see Samuel’s gaze and to feel his fingers lightly touching my shoulder.

“Are you hungry?” he nervously asked. “I brought some bread, a little bit of cheese, and some wine.” He displayed the meager meal spread out on a nearby wooden table. I gingerly rose up from laying down and surprising Samuel’s hand still rest upon my shoulder as I turned to him. The thin blanket covered my lap as I sat on the side of the cot staring into Samuel’s eyes.

I felt surprisingly recovered from my ordeal that had luckily landed me into the care of this older lad. I examined him in the dim light of the warm glow of the candle. Samuel turned from me to grab the platter containing the bread and cheese and sat the platter across his knees which were just a breath away from mine.

As Samuel turned from me, my eyes locked upon the fluid nature of his muscled frame and his neck and the vein pulsing just below his tan skin. He gently lifted a piece of cheese to offer me a bite. But instead of taking the sliver of cheese with my hand, I leaned in and engulfed it with my mouth. My lips lingered on his fingers that had held the morsel.

I tasted the cheese and something else in my mouth. I tasted the essence of his being. I hungered for more. Something primal erupted within me which evoked arousal mixed with apprehension. Before I could react, Samuel lunged forward and kissed me hard.

We both landed in the cot in a tangle as the platter clattered to floor. I panted. This was happening so fast. Part of my mind screamed in caution while this darker hunger pressed itself over any control that I could dare attempt.

“I…I…have..never,” I gasped as my hands tugged at Samuel’s shirt then his trousers. His mouth kissed my shoulders and face. His breathing was hard and fast and so I discovered was his cock.

“I have, Victor,” he gasped huskily. “Let me be your first.” His face then kissed down my panting chest briefly stopping to kiss the bite marks upon my chest. Samuel’s hand grasped my rigid cock and then his hot mouth engulfed it. I groaned as his mouth took me entirely to the base. My hands grabbed Samuel’s head and pushed him down further upon my cock.

I was panting and snarling. My teeth ached. Samuel moaned as he sucked on my cock. I was unaware of the enthralling effect that my pre-cum had upon prey, but Samuel was lost now to anything but fulfilling his desire for me. I felt the sharpening of my incisors within my mouth. I partly panicked but I also was lost in my desire.

Samuel has licked down to my virgin ass and his tongue invaded me with a growl. Obviously my rescuer had been with men before and knew exactly what he wanted. I howled as I felt him lick at my hole like a starved cat. I shook with desire and a hunger burned within me.

Samuel licked my ass and then my balls and then my cock in rapid succession. He suddenly stopped.

Looking me deep in the eyes, he asked if this was acceptable. He could sense that I had never been with a man.

“You need your rest,” he stammered. “Please forgive me, it is just that you are…are so..so…handsome, Victor.” Samuel was breathing hard and his lean muscled body was covered in sweat. He turned to move away.

I suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm and pulled him to me and kissed him hard.

“Be my first, Samuel” I hissed. The gravity of that request was beyond its intended meaning. I pulled him into my arms and kissed him ravenously. Samuel reached down and lifted my legs so he could position his rigid prick at my virgin hole. I felt his knob push at my tight hole and growled thrusting my ass at him. My arms wrapped tightly around him. I tasted his sweat on his face, then his shoulders, and then his neck. I growled again.

“Easy, Victor, I don’t want to hurt you,” he protested as I pushed my ass onto his cock. With a slow thrust, Samuel was lost in my ass with his beautiful cock. My arms wrapped around him and pulled him to me.

Samuel and I were wrapped about each other tightly as his cock pulsed in my ass and he slowly picked up a rhythm. He pressed his mouth hard against mine and I bit his lip in the course of our tongues tangling around each other. It was at that moment that I tasted my first blood and I was lost completely. I sucked hungrily at Samuel’s mouth as he bucked in and out of my ass. My own cock throbbed.

Our bodies became quickly covered in sweat in the hot stillness of the back room of the stable. My hunger built. I knew what I wanted, but was so overwhelmed by my ravenous desire that I had no idea of the deadliness of that desire.

Samuel’s breathing was rapid and his grunts animalistic as I met each one of his careful thrust. My ass clamped down on his cock like some hungry predator and he howled in pleasure. His body shuddered.

“I am cumming! Victor!…..oh god, you are so damn tight,” Samuel gasped as I felt his rigid dick explode in my ass. His body shook violently as he orgasmed deep in my ass. Feeling his cock spurt deep in me pushed me over the edge as my own cock exploded against his sweaty chest.

My hunger overwhelmed me and I pulled Samuel close to me before he could recover. My fanged mouth found his neck and I sank them deep, much deeper than I should have. Samuel screamed weakly as bit him brutally and fatally. His dick was still solidly planted in my ass as I fed ferociously.

No one had taught me how to take without taking a life. I had not been instructed on the art of control. The vampiric beast that held my soul was unleashed and roamed freely over the body of this handsome lad. I rolled him onto his back still locked on his neck with my fanged mouth. I found his nips and bit them brutally to be rewarded with more of his life. My unnatural strength held Samuel tightly as he struggled. My mouth slid down his sweaty chest now tainted with his blood and found his dick and I engulfed it in my fanged mouth, coaxing another orgasm from Samuel and then draining him dry. His muscled body lay limply across the bed and his jaw opened slack of life in a final moan of orgasm and his beautiful blue eyes dimmed.

I was horrified. What had I done? What had I become? What had these creatures made me? I cried as I held Samuel against me.