Tasting Andrew

“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 assuredly.

* * *

I was restless, not the kind of restlessness that usually manifested just prior to me launching a hunt for prey, but flurry of thoughts and emotions. This restlessness had been creeping into my mind since I had met that lad Andrew.

I had tried to unsuccessfully push him out of my head during the past week since I brought him to my house and held him so dangerously close. My brutal romp with Paul that followed my dismissal of Andrew seemed to only satisfy my lust and hunger for him just briefly.

Andrew was something more than an object of my wild lust. My dark heart had not felt these stirrings for over eighty years, the last time that I had taken a lover. Over the centuries I had several long-term lovers to share my bed and the hunt. Some of those relationships had just ran their course and ended amicably while others had more tragic ends. Did I really want to tread down that path again?

I closed my eyes and the memory of that night when James stepped up to my door invaded my mind.

I had seen in from my bedroom window wandering up the driveway past the gate. He hesitated and looked up at this house, an obscene display of wealth in these hard times. He reached into the inside of his tattered coat and pulled out a revolver then cast another wary glance toward my home from under his slouch hat.

“Another one,” I thought to myself as I examined this stranger intruding upon my property. Living on the outskirts of Chicago, I had thought that I would escape some notice of the desperate and dangerous elements prowling the city in search of some relief to their miserable financial situation that was the result of the crash of the stock market and the ensuing depression.

Sometimes a knock at my door was followed by some expression of some sob story of hard luck and desperation. Those strangers at my doorsteps truly in need would be tended to in some small amount of care-- a meal or little cash. But those others who had unscrupulous intentions would have to be dealt with harshly. The dangerous ones who came to my door and partook of my hospitality would all the while be casing the house and me as potential targets. Others were much more brazen, as they would break into my house only to find their potential victim would be vicious predator. Since the crash, a dozen or so had tried to take what was mine away from me, only to discover that I would take their lives instead. I had not been such to murder so indiscriminately and in such numbers, but desperate times required desperate measures to defend myself and I had acquired an immeasurable appetite.

This fellow lingered on the walk that lead up to the house as if in some internal debate. Though shabbily dressed, this man appeared fit and carried himself with a posture that communicated a sense of pride despite the state of his hardship. I reached out to touch his mind to sense his intentions and found a jumble of emotions knit together in a web of sadness and desperation. One thought pervaded from him to me---“this is my final chance.”

“Ah, yes, buddy, if you only knew how final this is,” I hissed out loud watching him intently. He turned away from the house taking a few determined steps and then turned quickly back reversing his course and arriving at my door. The sound of the knock on the heavy door resounded in my spacious home. I descended the stairs to greet this latest uninvited guest.

I opened the door and looked into this man’s eyes. He was just in his late twenties, had the beginnings of a scruffy beard and black hair in need of a cut hidden under his cap, and had two soulfully sad but clear blue eyes. Surprisingly, he was a solidly built fellow with an air the countryside and hard labor about him. This was not the usual slick city operators that had been seeking to invade my home and steal my valuables. There was a sense of loss about him that intrigued me.

“Sir, I hate to disturb you, but I was wondering if…if..” he stammered as he looked down slightly unsure.

“---if I had any money to spare…or hot meal…or some other kind of handout” I finished his sentence sharply with what I had I hear all before. My defenses were up and solid.

The man looked at me quickly with a hurt blaze in his eyes.

“I’m not a bum” he growled defiantly. “I am a hard worker and just need a job. You got this big house and yard. Looks like you could use some maintenance work done.” He was almost trembling.

Well, this was a new approach. My jaded spirit still was not buying what this young man was selling.

“Nevermind. This was a mistake.” He growled and turned suddenly away from the door and angrily trotted down the sidewalk. He paused at the gate and fumbled with his coat retrieving his gun. I thought in a flash---so it comes to this. But the young man stood turned away from me and pointed the gun just below his chin.

In a flash I reacted and was there beside him clutching the hand that held the pistol to his neck. He turned suddenly to me startled at how quickly I had bounded from my door to the curb of the street. I stared deep in his eyes as I had many times before and calmly commanded, “Stop.” There was fear but mostly sadness filled in his eyes.

“What is your name?” I asked as my eyes peered deep into his hurting soul.

“James,” he murmured. I gently pulled the barrel from his chin and took the gun from his hand.

“I am Victor,” I responded. James stood there in the late winter air trembling. “Trust me, James.” I probed deep into his memory so I could determine what had brought him to this time and this place. Images formed in a quick succession from his mind: Farm—crop failure---wife died in childbirth----no job---no home—no hope. His heart and spirit were broken, but I sensed no malice to me.

“Please, just let me go,” he muttered, but it was not in the tone of so many men who had looked in to my eyes. There was no fear in his voice, just the desire to no longer exist. His misery overwhelmed me.

“I can’t go on anymore,” he continued as he shook in pain of his many losses. Without a thought I embraced him as he faltered toward me. Holding him tight, my sense reeled in confusion. I could easily grant his wish and hold him as I drank him so deeply to provide the eternal darkness and peace that he so desired. James leaned his head to the side.

“Do it,” he moaned clinging to me. “Kill me like the others.”

I was startled that he knew what I was. What had this man seen in my mind as I probed his mind. I had run across so few in my incredibly long lifetime. Could he have empathic talent? To see into the minds of people was a vampiric talent. To be able to see into another’s mind without the thirst for blood was rare.

I tilted his head back to force his gaze back into my eyes.

“We can discuss your offer inside, James,” I suggested into his mind. He nodded. I had pocketed the gun and gently turned him toward the house. It had begun to snow and the flakes were large and light catching on his ragged coat and tousled black hair. He shivered and instinctively I placed my arm around his shoulders leading him toward the house.

“I am so cold” he said. “I am so tired of being cold.”

James had truly come to my house looking for work, but not only work to sustain himself physically but to heal his wounded soul.

We entered my house and I shut the heavy door with echoing thud but James showed no indication of fear. I ushered him into the dining room where a fire blazed in the fireplace.

“Hungry?” I inquired already knowing the answer.

“Yes, sir,” James answered eyeing his surrounds carefully and letting the warmth fill him tired body.

“I will fix you something,” I offered as he took a seat cautiously at the table. James removed his tattered coat exposing a threadbare t-shirt stretched across his broad chest. The shadow of his hairy pecs and the furry trail leading to his waist were easily seen through the thin fabric that had seen its better days.

I retrieved a plate of cheese, cold meat, and bread from the kitchen. Yes, we vampires have human tastes in addition to our lust for blood. So much about us has been twisted into falsehoods. We can walk in the daylight and the symbols of Christianity or any other religion cannot harm us. Some of us are evil and some of us are not. What sets us apart is our appetite for blood and for intense sexual intimacy with which few partners can keep up.

James silently devoured the plate of humble food before him. In between bites and chews he shared his heartbreaking story. How the life that had held such promise had quickly and violently been shattered. As I listened to this young man baring his soul like it was his last confession, I discerned him to be a strong, honorable soul whose lust for life had been derailed. He simply needed to find purpose again.

“So your offer,” I asked slowly. “Is it still on the table?”

James looked at me solemnly and nodded then turned his head to the side offering his unshaven neck.

I grinned. “James, I meant your offer to work for me.”

“Oh,” he smiled with shock. “You want me to work here for you. To do repairs and maintenance?”

“Yes,” I replied. “I could use the company also. You can consider this your home.”

James stood and extended his hand. I shook his hand tightly and he returned the pressure. This time when I looked into his eyes I saw hope, but he also saw what I was thinking.

“When you take…take…” he stuttered.

“When I take my prey” I completed his thought. “Yes?”

“Do you have sex with them?” he finished his inquiry.

“Most times,” I replied. His eyes were locked on mine and his hand still firmly gripping my hand.

“Like you want to with me,” he added blushing at the thought of what he had seen in my mind.

He had seen into my mind.

“Yes, James,” I replied.

“Do you always….always…kill…” he further inquired.

“No, seldom do I kill my prey,” I answered his question upon which his mind was struggling. “Only when I am threatened which had lately been often unfortunately.” I tried to mask that the recent rapes and draining of prey were somewhat pleasurable experiences in contrast to my usual seduction of willing prey—they had just a different level of pleasure probably heightened by the sense of self preservation.

I shifted my gaze downward to see that James had more than his curiosity aroused as his grubby trousers strained against his erection. I released his hand from our extended handshake.

“It is late, James,” I shifted the subject. “You can have the bedroom just off from stairwell down here. It is not much but does have its own bathroom. I will show you where it is. I will see about some new clothes for you.”

As James settled into his room and took a much needed shower, I rummaged about for clothes that would fit his tall and muscular frame from among those discarded by previous unwelcomed visitors.

When I returned downstairs and knocked on the door, he opened the door standing there nude and freshly showered. His black hair plastered about his freshly shaven face. Black fur was scattered across his chest and led down to the trail that I had glimpsed earlier under his worn t-shirt. The black trail led down to his cock and balls nestled between his muscled legs that had carried this farm boy from his hard labor in the fields into my home. He noticed my careful examination of his body and reach out his hand for the clothing that I held in my arms.

I handed the bundled of clothing to him and he turned to set them upon the chair beside the nearby bed. His turning away provided me a view of his strong back leading down to his firm ass. He turned back around quickly and suddenly enveloped me in a bone-crushing hug.

“Thank you, Victor, for saving me,” he spoke gently into my ear then as sudden as he had initiated the hug, it was broken and he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“The pleasure is all mine, James,” I remarked.

“So I can tell,” James said with a wicked smile as his hand reached out to touch the bulge in my trousers. He looked me in my eyes as I stood over him as he sat nervously on the bed. His fingers were barely making contact with my crotch. “I don’t even know how to begin.”

“I will teach you,” I assured him as leaned down and took his head in my hands and kissed him hard. James groaned as my tongue slid into his mouth and we passionately kissed. I began his lesson.

I could feel James shudder as I embraced him tightly and my tongue touched his neck as I leaned him backward upon the bed. I pulled at my clothes so our naked bodies could touch. My mouth nibbling at his freshly washed flesh. Once I was free of my clothing my mouth found his left nipple sucking hard enough to make this country boy howl in pleasure.

Our hard dicks touched as I pressed him against the bed sucking on his left pec. James’s hands clung tightly onto my shoulders. I returned my mouth to his mouth kissing him feverishly. His heart pounded loudly. My lips slipped back to his neck and my tongued traced along his pulsing vein then to his chest finding his right nipple teasing it with my tongue and teeth. My fangs had not yet unsheathed themselves.

James’s breath was rapid and he gasped as teased both nipples then slid my hungry mouth down his furry stomach following the trail to his hard tool. I licked gently at his cockhead as he groaned then held his cock and engulfed it with my fanged mouth. His hands grasped the bedcovers as his body stiffened. The feel of my emerging fangs sliding down his hardness evoked pleasure, pain, and fearful excitement.

“Victor, I..I…have…never…” James protested slightly. I looked up at his eyes filled with doubt.

I ceased my attention to his cock and slid back next to him as he lay panting on the bed. His hands still held the bed covers tightly in his grasp. My hand touched his face and turned his gaze to meet mine. I wanted this man so bad at this moment that I could have easily enthralled him and taken James against his will, but something in my damaged soul desired that this experience with this man be different. Without any suggestion from my mind to control his racing thoughts, I looked James into his dark green eyes.

“Tell me what u want,” I simply stated with no commanding tone, but as a simple request.

He looked into my eyes lustfully. James suddenly blurted out. “I want you to suck me, to be inside me, and….and I want to be inside you.”

He wanted to be “inside me”. It had been awhile since I had been able to experience the pleasure of a hard cock sliding into my muscled hole. Before I could let James change his mind, I straddled him grasping his hard dick and slid him into my ass. I snarled in pleasure exposing my fangs fully as I impaled myself on James’s throbbing cock. James cried out loudly as my ass took all of his eight inches deep and tightly.

Once I had him locked in my hole and pumping his cock hard I leaned down gently. He looked into my eyes and gently moaned, “Victor, take what you need.” I did as my mouth locked upon his furry chest piercing gently into his right pec. His arms wrapped about me tightly as I bit into him tasting his life. He cried out and thrust deeper into my ass. James groaned wildly as I held him close my fangs pierced into his pec over his nipple.

“My god, I can’t hold it!” he screamed. “I’m…I’m cumming!” His body shook from the force of his orgasm and my feeding. My ass clamped tightly on his cock not letting him loose as he pumped deep into me. He lay panting as I released my fangs from his flesh and slid slowly off his cock. His muscled chest was heaving and glistened with sweat. His eyes wide open in the shock and awe of the experience.

Not giving him a moment to think, my tongue trailed down his sweaty chest as I spread his legs and lifted his virgin ass.

“Now to continue your lesson, James,” I spoke gently and then suddenly lapped my hungry tongue as his tight hole. This solicited an immediate response as he squirmed and moaned. My tongue slid deeper as he muttered about how good it felt. My tongue flicked about his tight hole then darted into his warm tightness. Each time I slid my tongue deeper and he moaned louder. My face rubbed against his furry thighs and my sense could feel the pulsing of the arteries within easy reach. I turned my head from its attention to his hole and slid my fangs against his inner thigh. Gently scratching him, I was rewarded with a trickle of his blood which I lapped hungrily between my attentions to loosening his tight hole with my tongue.

When satisfied with my careful rimming of his ass, I kissed back up his chest and slid my cock against his hole. I pressed against him as I sucked his nips and then broke into his virgin hole as I kissed him hard pinning him down against the bed. He groaned loudly through our pressed mouths. His ass was so tight and inviting that my animal instincts kicked in suddenly and I thrust deep as I held James tightly. His breath was ragged as he tried to overcome the pain of my invading cock and the intensity of the pleasure it was providing.

In and out with strong slow strokes I took his virgin ass. As my orgasm rose so did my hunger. I felt his cock harden against my stomach as I pressed against him. I kissed his neck as he turned his head invitingly.

I exploded deep within him as my fangs sank into his muscled neck. James whimpered and his dick throbbed against my stomach spewing another orgasm as I fed, taking only what I needed and no more. Surprisingly this farm boy was much stouter than I thought for as I took my last taste from his neck, James still clung to me strongly. He looked me in the eyes and placed my hand on my cheek then kissed me deeply.

“Victor, I want to be like you,” he calmly requested. I place my hand on his slowly beating heart.

“When you are stronger, James,” I replied. His eyes closed slowly and he dozed off in my arms.

In the coming weeks, James worked all day about the big house and grounds at necessary improvements and upkeep. And at night he would occasionally share my bed. At the end of our passionate encounters, James would always make the same request for me to “turn” him. I would always delay him until one night finally as the light of the full moon filled the bedroom. As I rode him wildly, I granted his request to be like me and plunged my fangs deep into his strong heart ending his old life and initiating him into my world of the vampire.

So began our relationship as lovers and fellow hunters. We were constant and steady companions. James’s empathic sense was heightened as his vampiric nature took hold. Many times he was able to steer us clear of dangerous situations or into sensual opportunities.

One night in particular, that sense saved my life but led James to an untimely death.

* * *

James was awakened by a small crash while he slept in his downstairs bedroom and I slumbered undisturbed upstairs. His sense of protective duty drove him cautiously from his room as he quietly slipped out of his room to investigate. He slid through the dark rooms downstairs and sensed malice from someone in the study. James peered into the partially closed door to the study to see a young man rummaging angrily through my desk. The young man probably in his late teens was dressed all in black and had dark Mediterranean looks---wavy black hair, dark dangerous eyes, and a lean but muscular body build. In his hand, the boy held a long knife which he kept switching deftly from one hand to the other as he trashed the desk in search of anything of value that he could pocket.

“Can’t find what you’re looking for?”asked James venomously slipping into the room to confront the young thief.

The boy reacted quickly and violently, lunging toward James with the blade menacing toward its intended target.

“I’ll cut you, bastard!” spat the boy. “I’ll gut you and let you bleed.”

James had dodged the blade and remained blocking the boy’s exit from the room. With a snarl he grasped the surprised youth’s wrist and twisted it harshly making the knife fall from his grasp to the carpet.

“Oh, I won’t be the one bleeding,” snarled James exposing his fangs and flinging the boy to the desk. The boy shrieked in panic as his wide eyes focused upon James’s exposed fangs. It was the boy’s scream that woke me and I quickly descended the stairs. When I arrived in the library I found James pinning the young thief to the desk. Though overpowered, the youth flailed as much as his muscled body would allow, but James’s anger and appetite had found him as prey and held him down. James’s green eyes bored into the boy’s fearful gaze.

James’s empathic sense raged through the boy’s mind and found wicked intent. No mercy for this one, he thought angrily. The boy’s mind opened and James saw the full intentions of this intruder to steal what he could and murder both of us in our sleep.

“Share him with me,” growled James as I could tell not only his hunger, but his lust was raging. Despite the lad’s wicked soul, his physical presence had aroused James and was also working upon my lust. We pounced upon this prey ripping the boy’s clothes exposing his tan and lean frame. His struggles excited us even more. Since his turning, James had not taken a unwilling prey and I could tell that the beast within him was roaring for release. I sucked hungrily upon the boy’s flesh and found my target of his cock while James rammed mercilessly into the thief’s ass with no hesitation. The library filled with our growls and the lad’s screams of protest.

“Please no!” he screamed as my fangs raked along his cock and James slid in and out of his ass. The young thief threw his head back in howling scream and James took the opportunity to press his fangs into the lad’s neck. I withdrew my mouth from his cock so James could have complete access to feed upon this prey. James growled like a dog guarding his dinner as he drove his fangs deeper claiming this boy’s life. James withdrew his mouth from the boy’s neck and pulled my face to him kissing me deeply tasting this prey’s life. I licked his blood stained lips hungrily as the young thief looked up in horror.

James pulled the lad from the position where he had been pinned upon his back on the desk and bent him over the edge of desk. With a pitiful yelp, James mounted him from behind and returned his mouth to the boy’s neck to finish him. I slid down the legs of the lad and slipped his hard dick into my fanged mouth. The sharp points sliding along its hardness causing him to jerk and thus tighten his ass around James invading cock. Our bites and James intense ramming pushed the thief over the edge and he exploded in my mouth as I sank my fangs deep into his throbbing cock. The lad cried out and struggled one last time as James exploded into his hole. James’s fangs sank deep so he could drain this boy dry. Then there was only the sound of our breaths and growls as we finished our pleasurable feeding of this unwelcomed guest.

Later I discovered the lad’s discarded weapon on the floor of the study. I carefully examined it and realized that I had seen one of these knives before and hoped that it was only a coincidence. I was to be proven wrong. This boy was connected to a family of “slayers”, a criminal faction of them no doubt, but no less deadly. These “slayers” had been exterminating those of my kind for centuries. Vampires can be killed in the same way as humans, but our physical nature does provide us with a long life, but a gun or knife or axe can still cut it short.

Months passed and so I had thought the danger had. But unfortunately the young thief’s comrades did not give up so easily in their attempts to track down those responsible for his disappearance.

They came while I was out into the city on business and caught James completely by surprise. He put up a great fight from what I could tell, but his skills had not quite matured to take on a pack of “hunters”. I found him barely clinging to life in the back garden where he had been trimming the shrubs. As a vicious irony, the shears which James had been using was the same one they had turned upon him ramming it deep into his chest. He lay gasping as I scampered across the ground to hold him. There was nothing I could do. Our powers of recovery were substantial but this was a well executed mortal wound from which there would be no chance of healing.

“I am so cold, Victor,” gasped James as I held his trembling body tightly to mine on the grass. “So cold.” I tried to hush him but it was no use. “I haven’t been this cold since that night …that night…” James eyes filled with tears as his body jerked and he groaned painfully. His fatal wound bringing him to its inevitability. I leaned down and kissed him hard and felt his spirit leave as I embraced him.

“..since that night you came to my house, James,” I hoarsely finished his last words. He was gone.

No, to love me could mean the distinct possibility of death. I could not do that to Andrew.

* * *

“What the fuck is this shit?” growled Nick as he clutched the sketch which Andrew had left on the desk in his rush to get to class earlier that day. Andrew nervously looked rapidly from the sketch to his roommate’s angry face while his mind raced for an answer.

“Man, what were you doing in my stuff?” blurted out Andrew.

Nick moved closer to Andrew pushing the drawing just inches from Andrew’s face. A low rumble of thunder was heard in the distance and the sky was darkening. A storm was brewing, but not nearly as violent as the one brewing in this dorm room. Andrew snatched the sketch from Nick.

“It was for a project for my art class,” defended Andrew to the older student.

“Its look like some kind of twisted gay porn if you ask me,” growled Nick with a sneer. Andrew just shook his head as he slid the sketch into his papers.

“Why, did you get turned on?” growled Andrew before he realized that the words were out there. Nick just grinned.

“Maybe,” he snarled at Andrew. “You want to find out, boy?”

Andrew’s blood boiled, but the thought of a rough play with this older guy also added a bit of arousal to his conflicted emotions. Nick grabbed Andrew’s hand and placed it roughly on his noticeable bulge. Nick laughed viciously as Andrew pulled his hand away, but not before he had felt Nick’s thickening cock straining his roommate’s jeans.

Andrew slid quickly from his desk in a fury, confronting his roommate.

“Just stop, Nick” Andrew snarled. “Just leave it the hell alone.” He pushed angrily past Nick and bolted out the door as another loud roll of thunder vibrated in the room. “I’m going for a run.” Andrew slammed the door on the way out leaving a grinning Nick looking self-assured in the midst of the empty room.

“Got you now, boy,” he hissed. “You will be back