Tasting Andrew

I hungered, but this was not my usual lust that evening. I wanted something or someone that was so much more than my usual prey. For centuries I had satisfied my thirsty lust with so many men, but tonight I wanted something, someone different. I wanted something more substantial than my usual experiences. It is not to say that those past experiences had not be been fulfilling sexually as well as to address my hunger.

Times had changed around me since I first entered this life of a vampire. No longer could I stalk the streets and countryside and slip away with my latest prey to enjoy them to their end. Discretion and restraint had become my new watchwords as I selected my prey carefully, seduced them into my arms and fed, but always to the point where they would recover—weakened by the most pleasurable and draining sex that they would experience in their mortal lives. Leaving them completely unaware of what had been taken from them. At times, there were those opportunities to indulge fully if there was an indication that this lad was lost to the world’s notice, but those were rare in this day and age.

I teach at the university so there is always a passing supply of men to provide me with what I need. After conducting my night classes, I will wander the campus streets or browse the secluded parts of the massive library. But that night I wanted something more than a quick, but passionate sexual encounter and feasting.

With this thought in mind that particular evening is how I found Andrew. I had seen him a few times as the semester began and something about him shook my dark soul with familiarity. This night I found him as usual, sitting alone buried in his books. I examined him from across the room-- a muscled fellow. His big pecs with pointed nips pressed against his tight red t-shirt. His shoulders tapering down to his flat abs and narrow waist supported by two muscled legs covered in a light fur. He had black hair that contrasted with his pale skin and his piercing blue eyes. I could not help but stare at him across the library tables as I entered the room. It was late and he was alone on this floor.

My instincts wanted me to drag him into the dark corners of the library of which I only knew and take him hard as I nuzzled his muscled neck. It was as though my thoughts had penetrated his mind because he suddenly looked up at me and his lips parted in a barely audible gasp. He was aware of me and now there was no turning back. I strode across the room and extended my hand in greeting. My name is Victor. He took my hand strongly and looked me in the eyes.

“I am Andrew,” he murmured.

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­“You are a professor?” he asked looking me right in the eyes. I noticed that I still had tight grip on his hand.

“Yes”, I replied. “I teach history.” My experience was not only based upon my study of the subject but also the fact that I had lived through a good portion of recent history. My students often remarked on how I brought the subject to life just like I had been really there.

I could hear his heart pounding. He broke my gaze.

“I….I’ve seen you around the library,” he muttered. “You are kind of hard to miss.” He grinned as I felt a tone of flirting in his voice.

“You are definitely hard to miss also, Andrew,” I responded with an intended emphasis on the word “hard”. Andrew swallowed hard, nervously. My eyes fell to watch the muscles in his neck work as he gulped nervously. My lust was overpowering. I wanted Andrew right now—to hold him up against the shelves fucking him hard as my fangs pierced into that muscled neck.

I turned my eyes down to the book that he has been reading—a dusty old book on medieval torture. I noted that this was an interesting reading selection for a college student. The book was opened to a section on vampirism. The particular page included a detailed illustration of a man being taken by a muscled vampire. I looked and saw my face in the illustration staring hungrily back at me. Ah, I thought to myself, I remember those wanton days so well.

Andrew noticed me staring at the page and quickly closed the book. I pondered to myself---had he noticed the resemblance of the man in the illustration to me?

“mmmm..doing some research for a paper”, he nervously stammered as he slid the book into his backpack.

“Interesting topic”, I remarked smiling at his nervousness. “I am actually quite an expert on the subject.”

“oh, man” he remarked in almost a breathy gasp. He stood suddenly and I could see his hands trembling as he gathered his things. I could sense some sort of internal struggle in his head as if part of him was telling him to instinctively flee while the other part of him was telling him to linger with me. I quickly determined which part wanted to stay as I spied a small damp spot in the crotch of his khaki shorts and a quite noticeable bulge when he stood up.

“I could help with that,” I calmly remarked. He looked at me suddenly with embarrassed shock in his blue eyes.

“With what?” he nervously blurted out.

“With your paper”, I calmly clarified acting as if I had not noticed his arousal.

“Oh…..well..uh…..that would be great,” he finished packing up his scattered books and materials avoiding eye contact with me.

“I actually would be willing to share my knowledge, if you like,” I invited calmly. “We could go to my house and you could do research in my private collection, Andrew.” My mind was racing as I spoke these words. It had been the rare instance when I had actually invited one my potential prey into my home. Something in this lad’s eyes spoke to me beyond my need to fulfill my hunger.

Andrew turned as if to go taking a single step. He turned suddenly with almost a pleading look in his eyes. His muscled chest tense and I could see his pulse pound.

“But I need it tonight”, he said with a tone of desperation in his voice that was emphasized by his slow pronunciation of the word “need”. I deduced that there really was no paper to be done and that Andrew’s need was of a much more carnal nature. His eyes looked right into my dark soul. His lip quivered.

I place my hand on his shoulder. I could feel him trembling.

“I can take care of your need tonight” I quietly responded.

“Then take me to your home”, he remarked. With those words, Andrew had sealed his fate. Unlike other of my brethren, I had always relied on the willingness of my prospective prey to join me. I would invite, but they would always have to accept the invitation. I made it a code of my hunt to never take an unwilling prey. Andrew had expressed his darkest desire to me—that he needed this and needed this right now.

Andrew followed me out of the library and to my car. No one noticed us even passing them as we exited the library. The short ride was quiet as Andrew looked out the window into the dark night without saying a word. There was just the sound of his breath and the pounding of his heart. He moved only in a nervous rearrangement of his shorts which were emblazoned with a somewhat larger stain than was seen before.

We entered the house with him following behind me. I turned to offer him something to drink and he grabbed my shoulders and kissed me hard. I responded immediately as my tongue snaked into his mouth. His muscled body trembling as I embraced him. He suddenly broke the kiss and backed away awkwardly in such a manner that his foot caught the nearby coffee table and he fell backwards upon the sofa with a breath stealing impact.

“Andrew, are you ok, buddy?” I spoke hastily as he struggled to regain some kind of composure and to fill his lungs with air.

“Victor, I am so sorry, man” he apologized as he tried to get to his feet. “This…is ..wrong…so wrong…I shouldn’t…I really don’t”

I put a calming hand on his chest feeling his frantic heartbeart.

“Take it easy”, I softly encouraged him to calmness. “No harm was done, Andrew. I am fine with you.” Andrew relaxed back on the sofa. My imagination took hold and I envisioned taking him right there on the sofa. A blur filled my mind of images of me sucking his cock…biting his nipples…stroking his cock and then mounting him hard as he lay naked on the sofa pulling back his head as I plunged my fangs into his neck.

I was shaken from my desired vision by Andrew moaning as if he could see what I had imagined.

Andrew lay there almost panting. His blue eyes locked on mine. He leaned back his head as if offering his neck.

“Victor, please just do it”, he moaned.

I looked down at this perfect offering and struggled with jumping him in a flash. I could just quickly thrust into his ass and sink my fangs into his muscled neck, but my lust subsided as I looked into his eyes. I was frozen in indecision. I wanted this lad right now, but at the same time I wanted him forever.

“What do you want me to do to you, Andrew?” I softly asked. He must have sensed my hesitation as he slid around on the sofa and fingered the outline of my hard cock in my slacks. His trembling fingers opening my pants and pulling out my cock. I looked down at Andrew who without a thought licked his tongue around the head of my dick. I moaned loudly as his tongue teased my dick to full erection then he impaled his mouth upon my cock. Both of our hearts were pounding.

My hands rubbed his handsome face as he sucked on my cock and my fingers drove through his black hair. My mind was in a flurry of pleasure since so few prey sucked my cock. Most were too excited or fearful to worry about my pleasure. Andrew’s mouth locked upon my hard on and I growled loudly. He looked up at me with such pleasure in his eyes, not even a hint of fear.

Andrew’s tongue flicked about my cock then to my balls. I was panting. He suddenly stopped and looked me in the eyes almost challenging me. My mind raced. Could this lad be the one for which I had so patiently been seeking? Would he be willing to be my eternal lover?

Before my mind could interpret this confusion in my heart, Andrew rose from his knees and kissed me hard. His tongue pushed deep in my mouth. Did he not feel my fangs when he kissed me? Andrew just pressed his lips and tongue harder against me. He moaned as one of my fangs nicked his lip and my mouth was greeted with his taste.

“Andrew, come upstairs to my bed”, I invited almost breathlessly. This boy had shaken my predatory instincts and left me gasping. All I wanted at that moment was to enfold him in my arms and make love to him before my hunger overtook both of us. I took him by the hand leading him up the stairs and into my bedroom—my private sanctum which so few had dared to experience.

My bedroom was decorated in a renaissance style with a huge bed of carved wooden and plush bedclothes of deep greens, burgundy, and gold. With an audible gasp, Andrew stopped in the center of the room and became enthralled by the artworks that covered almost every inch of wall space. Much of the art was erotic in nature portraying men in various states of sexual positions and passions. All were pieces that I had collected over the centuries. Some were souvenirs of past conquests. Andrew’s focus had slipped from me to the visual feast that decorated the room.

With one fluid motion I slid into among the pillows on the bed and eyed Andrew as he wandered slowly from painting to sculpture to painting. I reclined across the bed…surprisingly still fully clothed. I felt as a lion watching a gazelle grazing across the savanna as it delighted in the tender grass.

“Are you an artist, Andrew?” I inquired as he studied the works beyond their sensual quality and to their technique and structure.

“I would like to be?” he murmured lost in the visual feast. Though distracted by the artwork his shorts still strained as his hardened dick and his nipples pressed hard against his t-shirt. His hands touched the polished stone or metal of the entangled sculptured figures. Oh, to feel that touch again. That is when it hit me—the familiarity of this young man. I had just written it off as we had passed each other on campus and his demeanor and pleasurable appearance had imprinted upon my memory. But that was not it as Andrew stopped in front of one of the paintings. It was the eyes of the painting’s subject that sealed the realization of the source of that familiarity.

“Andrei Sorkanov. His self portrait.” I explained as my mind tried to discern how features of the youth in the painting are so strikingly alike to Andrew. Was this lad standing in my bedroom some descendant of that former lover? Both my eyes and those of Andrew were locked upon the painting that was all done in dark shadows with the exception of Andrei’s pale blue shirt open several buttons down on his chest. A fine dusting of black hair scattered across what of his chest was bared. His head thrown back in a slight moan of his parted red lips as a head of black hair was buried from behind the young man into the curve of his neck joining his shoulder. The identity of the individual providing such pleasure to Andrei was masked by the mop of curly locks of black hair. The only other visible part of the lover behind Andrei was the sleeve and hand of the man. Upon the hand was the ruby ring which I have long worn.

Andrew’s eyes drifted from the painting to look at my hand and that same ring.

* * * *

My eyes met Andrew’s gaze and with a dark and painful realization I firmly stated, “You have to go home, Andrew.” As the words hung in the air, there was a hurt and confused look in the young man’s eyes.

“Go?” he stammered. “But…I …” My eyes trailed down to his strained shorts and the dark spot.

“It is later than I thought it was and I have to meet someone soon,” I explained to him as he stood there stunned and slightly hurt. “But I can’t let you go without lending you a hand. It is the least I can do.” With a rapid move, I slid behind his muscled back and my hands made fast work of freeing his cock from his shorts. I grasped firmly its hardness realizing that he was only a few strong strokes from release. Andrew gasped leaning back against me as I pumped his cock furiously and kissed his neck. My other hand massaged his muscled pecs. His body tensed and he groaned loudly as his cock exploded in my tight grip. His muscled chest heaving, Andrew moaned deeply.

“Better now?” I inquired as he leaned against me as I held my hunger in check with every fiber of my being. Andrew just breathlessly nodded. “And now you must go. Go downstairs while I clean up. I will drive you back to campus.”

I reluctantly released him and without a glance at me he walked out of the room. I looked back into the eyes of the portrait. My mind fought with itself. No, I could not go back to that again. Andrei was long gone from me. As much as my body reacted to this young man, this was not Andrei.

Silently we rode back to the campus. Andrew exited the car and turned back to look me in the eyes.

“Did I do something wrong, Victor?” he asked with a pained and disappointed tone in his voice.

“No, you were perfect,” I replied. “It is just a matter of bad timing. Good night, Andrew.” He turned and was gone.

Before pulling away, I picked up my phone and sent a quick and pointed text. I still had my hunger to satisfy.

Paul looked down at his phone which displayed a simple text.

“OUT BACK. NOW. V” Paul grinned as looked at the message then out into the dark and overgrown back yard of the house in which he was in the process of salvaging.

“Victor,” he sighed. “Been awhile, buddy.” Paul’s mind drifted to the meetings he had experienced with this dangerous, but intriguing man. From the beginning, he had known what was Victor’s true nature and in each explosive encounter of animalistic sexual energy, Paul never knew if this would be the moment when Victor would lose control and drain him dry. That dangerous possibility was what often drove Paul into Victor’s deadly embrace.

In reality, Victor was probably not physically a real threat to Paul’s muscled body and dominant stature over the shorter and less solidly built man. For Paul it was about relinquishing control to the darkly erotic Victor even to the point of addressing him as “sir”. An element of roleplay was woven into their intense encounters as at the moment of heightened pleasure Paul would beg Victor to not take his life. These frantic pleas would be met with heightened aggression from Victor and would deliver unbelievable orgasms to both the predator and his prey.

Then there was the bite—a mix of pain and pleasure unlike anything Paul had ever experienced with another man. As Paul stared into the dark tangle of the backyard, he touched his neck and murmured, “please, sir, don’t kill me.” Out there in the black and green of that neglected yard hidden from any prying eyes, waited Victor.

Paul walked to the back door then stepped out into that yard. It had been extremely hot and airless inside the abandoned house while tearing out the woodwork and any other salvageable pieces so Paul was shirtless. The cool night air struck the damp fur on his chest and legs as he ventured deeper into the labyrinth of overgrown saplings draped in aggressive creeper and honeysuckle vines. He knew Victor was waiting for him in those shadows like the predator he was. Paul could feel his heart pound feverishly as a mix of fear and arousal coursed through his blood. Victor had told him that this mix made his blood taste so delicious.

Suddenly a blur passed nearby and something caught Paul in its grasp pinning him to a nearby oak tree. The bark scraped his naked back as he hit against the tree propelled by his attacker. He felt Victor’s naked body over take him. Even though Victor was a few inches shorter and less muscled than his prey, Paul succumbed gasping for the air that had been knocked from his lungs by the impact of Victor’s attack.

“Sir. I am here for you,” Paul muttered as he felt Victor’s mouth all over his chest, shoulders, and neck and his hands grappling with Paul’s shorts.

“I need your life, Paul,” hissed Victor looking deep into Paul’s eyes.

“Yes, sir”, whimpered Paul his chest heaving. Victor found Paul’s left nipple and bit at it roughly. Paul responded shaking, his hands gripping into the bark of the tree to which he was pinned by Victor’s feverish body. Victor stroked him slowly and Paul felt the first of what would be several bites. The fangs gently pierced his left pec as he cried out to the dark sky. There was a roughness in Victor’s bite which was at a much more extreme level of ferocity than in previous matings. Victor sucked hungrily as Paul panted.

“You want so much, sir” groaned Paul through gritted teeth as the pain and pleasure overwhelmed him. He struggled slightly, but Victor responded by pushing him down into the high grass. Paul looked into Victor’s blazing eyes as the vampire held him to the ground grinding his cock against Paul’s rigid tool. With a brutal tug, Victor pulled Paul’s muscled arms extending over his head thrusting his body against him. Victor lowered his mouth licking Paul’s bicep then sinking fangs into the crook of the muscled dude’s right arm.

“Sir..Sir!, Please, no” Paul exclaimed as he felt Victor’s hungry mouth lock onto his arm, writhing somewhere between the feelings of pain and exctasy. Victor growled as his inner beast was unleashed upon this much larger man. He grabbed Paul’s tight muscled ass and lifted it for his swift and brutal entry of his cock. Victor slid in with little resistance as he thrust deep into Paul. His prey’s body jerked in response as he invaded that tight hairy hole.

“Fuck me, Sir” growled Paul as his excitement overpowered his fear. “Take my ass, sir.” Animal like noises escaped from Victor as he drilled deep in the tight hole of this prime specimen of manhood. Knowing how close he was to cumming, Victor gently rolled Paul’s head to the side and nuzzled the man’s muscled neck. He released his grip on Paul’s arms which suddenly wrapped about the back pulling Victor closer and deeper. Victor’s balls smacked against the ass of his prey loudly and Paul grunted with each deep thrust. Victor’s tongue licked along Paul’s neck.

Paul knew this was the point of no return as he felt Victor’s breath on his neck and his wet tongue lapping.

“Please sir, don’t hurt me anymore,” begged Paul half in his role as prey, but feeling deeply that this might truly be his last moments. “I will do anything….anything, just please spare my life.”

Victor suddenly stopped his thrusting and looked Paul in the eyes.

“Anything?” remarked Victor. “Then suck my dick, Paul.”

This was an unexpected turn of events for Paul. Always the dominant top, Paul never sucked a man’s cock. Men lined up to suck his cock not the other way around. The shock of the request took a second to register in Paul’s mind.

“Suck me,” demanded Victor baring his dangerously sharp fangs. A chill passed along Paul’s spine and it was not from the cool dampness of the grass upon his back. What if he refused?

Before he could decide, Victor twisted Paul around and rubbed his cock at the man’s lips.

“Yes, sir. Only for you, sir” agreed Paul even though he knew he had no choice. Victor’s cock pushed into Paul’s resistant mouth and he proceeded to pump deep into the bigger man’s mouth.

Victor closed his eyes he pumped in and out of Paul’s unwilling mouth. Suddenly, Paul’s tongue flicked about Victor’s prick buried in his mouth and Victor groaned.

“Andrew,” Victor hissed, but Paul was too enthralled in his new experience with Victor’s hard cock that he was oblivious to Victor’s vocalizations.

Victor’s cock abruptly exploded into Paul’s mouth gagging him. Victor pulled Paul’s mouth from his cock and kissed him harshly.

“Was that good, sir?” asked Paul panting for air. Victor kissed the leaked cum from the edges of Paul’s mouth and then his chin laying on top of the firm chest of his prey. “Is that all, sir?”

“Not quite, Paul,” growled Victor as he grasped Paul’s hard-on in a tight twisting grip and then with his other hand pulling aside Paul’s head to expose his neck. With a swift move Victor’s fang struck their mark in Paul’s neck like so many times before with so many prey. Paul’s frantic cry filled the night air.

“Please..don’t ..sir..please don’t…take..all …of…me”, Paul stammered as he felt Victor deeply feed as his own orgasm was building. “Please sir, don’t ….don’t..sir…..ahhhhhh.” Paul’s prick exploded in Victor’s tight grip as he hungrily sucked on Paul’s neck. Paul’s fingers dug deep into Victor’s back, then released slowly until his arms slid from his tight embrace around his attacker and limply fell to the grass. Victor clung tightly to the limp body of this handsome and hairy man who had so willingly come to him on many nights to fulfill Victor’s need.

I looked down at the man sprawled across the tangled drop cloths on the floor of the abandoned house, his hairy muscled chest rising and sinking as he slept deeply. I kneeled down and touched Paul’s cheek. There was something ironic but also very sensual in seeing this hulking man whose body had been so well conditioned by physical labor to be reduced to the weakness of a kitten. As usual, the bites had healed completely and all Paul would have as reminders of this evening’s encounter will be a bit of grogginess for a day or so and the satisfaction of a well deserved orgasm. I leaned and kissed Paul’s cheek and then slipped back into the shadows.

On the drive home, I had the firm realization that if I had continued with Andrew that evening, then the boy would have quite possibly not survived the encounter. Paul’s mature strength and power had kept me from consuming him completely, but just to the threshold of oblivion. I had encountered many men like Paul over the centuries. Always strong in physique and in character, I offered them the ability to step out of their role of top dog and to explore their submissive sides in exchange for that they provided me with satisfying sex and quenched my thirst for their strong essence.

When I bared my fangs with each first encounter with men such as Paul, their eyes lit up with a high level of excitement mixed with the realization that they were in presence of a dominant predator. The anxiety of not knowing what fate awaited them upon their orgasm provided us both with amazing experiences.

Yes, I would have killed that lad tonight not with intent but from the sheer force of my desire for him. For his safety and my sanity, it was best that our paths never cross again.

“Who is Victor”, asked Nick as he stepped from the bathroom and into the dorm room that he shared with this freshman.

Andrew shifted his gaze from his studies and looked across the room to where his roommate Nick stood in a macho pose in the open doorway to the bathroom. This upper classman made Andrew uncomfortable with his brash behavior and bravado. Nick was quite the ladies’ man and liked to flaunt it as Andrew discovered the first evening in the dorm room as he unexpectedly walked in on Nick in the throes of a passionate romp with a buxom co-ed. The sex did not embarrass him as much as that they were engaged in the act upon his bed. It was almost like Nick was some hound staking his territory which included every spot in the dorm room it seemed.

“He’s definitely a hound,” thought Andrew with his eyes lingering a little too long on Nick’s tan muscled frame and his light dusting of blond hair on his legs, pecs, and peaking over the top of his boxer shorts. The upperclassman’s tousled wet hair was plastered wildly about his head and framed his rugged face and those bright blue eyes.

“I don’t know anybody named Victor,” remarked Andrew trying to ignore the inquiry.

“Well, you muttered this guy’s name last night in your sleep,” added Nick with a slight grin on his face as he pulled up his shorts over his boxers. “It’s ok. I mean if you are gay then I will be ok with that, I guess. I just don’t want to know about it and definitely don’t want to see it. So don’t be bringing Victor or any other guy in here. You gonna have take that shit somewhere else.”

“I am not gay, man,” rebuffed Andrew with a nervous laugh. “I have been studying really hard lately so there is not telling what I was muttering in my sleep.” Nick slid his t-shirt over his head and down his torso. Andrew buried his gaze back into his books and scattered notes and thought to himself “and if I am gay, then I wouldn’t share that confidence with you.”

Nick stood uncomfortably close to Andrew at his desk and spoke roughly, “Got to set boundaries with you freshmen, if you know what I mean.” The older guy’s crotch right at Andrew’s eye level and he thought he could see the pressure of the emerging hard-on of Nick’s prick straining against his shorts.

“See you, bud,” Nick roughly slapped Andrew on the back and strutted out of the room. The smack had caught Andrew off-guard and resulted in the scattering of his notes and drawing pencils.

“What a solid piece of freshman meat!” thought Nick as he headed to class. It would be a sweet set-up to seduce this boy and have his tight, probably virgin ass, for his own to enjoy when his supply of willing co-eds ran into a dry spell. This was definitely a new project upon which to work---seducing Andrew. Nick gave a chuckle as he hurried to his class.

Andrew gathered his notes and tried to regain his composure. This older student made him off-balanced with a conflict of emotions mixing irritation and arousal. In shifting his papers, Andrew uncovered the book of medieval torture that he had checked out of the library the day after he met Victor. A week had passed since meeting this dark haired stranger in the library and their brief, but passionate encounter at the professor’s house. Obviously Andrew had not forgotten those moments as his unconscious mind had caused him to mutter the man’s name in his restless sleep. Nick had unfortunately heard and had so rudely intruded upon.

Andrew flipped through the book. He leaned back in his desk chair trying to get his flurried thoughts under control. Suddenly, piercing his mind was a brief but clear vision that was so strong that he could feel it. In his mind’s eye, Andrew saw himself being roughly mounted by Nick, but it was Nick that was screaming, not Andrew. Wrapped within Andrew’s arms tightly, Nick was pumping the younger man’s ass with his cock as Andrew had his face buried in the crook of Nick’s neck and shoulder. Andrew could feel Nick spasm in his ass and could taste his blood on his lips.

“What the hell!” exclaimed Andrew out loud as he opened his eyes and the vision quickly faded, but not the erection that had sprouted in his shorts. He looked down at the open book and Andrew’s eyes were drawn to the erotic illustration of a darkly seductive vampire taking a muscled soldier from behind. The vampire’s eyes glared hungrily back from the page as his fangs pierced the neck of the soldier writhing his arms. Those eyes were hauntingly familiar as were the features of the face. Andrew’s imagination added a light beard and a pair of professorial reading glasses and trimmed the wild mane of black hair. He picked up his sketching materials and began to work feverishly at capturing the vision that his imagination had conjured. Patiently with stroke of line and shading, Andrew copied the sketch from the book but added the features that had been haunting him for the past week.

When he sat his pencil aside, Andrew stared down at his version of the sketch from the book.

“Victor,” he whispered.