Date: Sat, 6 Jun 2020 23:51:47 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Vampyre part 31

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I glanced down to Chris again, Karl had his arm round him, they were both
laughing, I think I was the only person who wasn't. Of course our table
wasn't eating, but behind us was a gap in the silver curtain, through it
another room, were a selection of Montfort's squaddies were laid out for
us; I was no longer hungry, my mind was troubled, what was Ernst thinking
of; not just this orgy of indulgence, but a vintage Mercedes for Zeke and
now he had promoted him to be a senior leader of the youth movement, I
couldn't help thinking that Mark would never have allowed this. Mark please
come back, I pleaded silently, please.

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Vampyre - Part Thirty One



`Jonathon, a toast'

Montfort handed me a champagne glass brimming with cum, he clinked my glass
with his sending a dollop of thick cum sliding slowly down the cut crystal
glass.

`Oh don't stand on ceremony, lick it up, don't waste it' he laughed loudly

I let my tongue intercept the blob as it slowly slid its way towards my
hand. The rush hit me immediately, with three hundred years of sampling so
many different cum's, I instantly knew this was no squaddies cum; I took
another sip, swishing it round my mouth, I looked Montfort in the eye.

`It's from a few of those Hitler Youth' he said, `young and funky a real
treat'

He wasn't wrong it tasted of blond haired, blue eyed angel juice, it
reminded me of Chris's.

`Come on Jonathon, we haven't had this much fun in years, Ernst hasn't lost
his knack of throwing a bloody good party'

He clinked my glass again, he was right of course, Ernst's parties were
famous or was it infamous in the early thirties, many a young Stormtrooper
waking the following mornings, fuzzy headed, a bit pale, weakened and well
used. Montfort's eyes never left me, as I took a moment casting my mind
back to what had seemed at the time such a hoot; how quickly it had all
fallen apart, I was sure he sensed my unease, there was no way, I wanted a
return to all that.

`Jonathon, come on, SMILE, I order you'

I could sense his building frustration with me.

`To us, to young Zeke finding happiness and to you and Chris finding the
same and finally to Mark's successful journey'

I couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding engulfing me; why was I
experiencing this? I looked round at Chris, rewarded by a big beaming smile
and was that an air kiss? I raised my glass to him and he did likewise,
then he returned to chatting to Karl. Montfort and I both drained our
glasses, he then grabbed me embracing me tightly.

`Right come with me, let's see what fun we can have, It's an order'

Montfort took my glass and placed it on the table, I glanced round, I could
no longer see Chris or Karl at the top table, Karl hadn't wasted any time,
I felt a tinge of anger or was it jealousy. I was going to try and look for
them, but decided to go with the flow and followed Montfort down from the
stage, down amongst the singing and drinking SA men. We were both soon
being swept along in the drinking games albeit as non-drinking observers,
both taking our time to see who took our fancy and would be accompanying us
behind that silver curtain.

I must have started to enjoy myself, or maybe all the cum I had drunk was
intoxicating me in its own way, a young SA man had decided to sit on my
lap, he was beautiful probably in his early twenties, sexy pale green eyes,
black hair cut `high and tight' his fingers toyed with my rank collar
patches and my tie, he slurred something in German; which I will leave to
your imagination. His fingers loosened my tie and unbuttoned my top few
buttons, he slid his hand on to my bare chest, we were just beginning to
explore each other's mouths with eager tongues.

`Zzzjoonathon, and whoo's this'

I felt my self-grabbed in a bear hug from behind, spinning round I came
face to face with Chris, who was obviously a bit worse for wear, he was
grinning broadly and planted a big kiss on my lips. I pushed the young guy
out of my lap as Chris burst out laughing and leaping backwards stood to
attention, barking out.

`Opps, sorry Sir, I forgot myself'


He threw his arm up in salute and then staggered forward still laughing,
the SA Trooper who had been sitting on my lap beat a hasty retreat into the
crowd. I grabbed hold of Chris to steady him, I could feel his fit frame
under his brown shirt, and god I loved him.

`So who was that you little tinker, I am so glad Zeke invited me and came
and got me, that's some fucking car Ernst gave him'

Oh so it was Zeke who had told him about this event, maybe the kid wasn't
so bad after all, hopefully he had now forgiven me. I was about to
apologise about the SA man, but before I could.

`Where's your glass? You don't have a glass' Chris slurred again

`I think you have had enough' I chided him

Chris looked crest fallen.

`Nonsense'

It was Montfort again; where had he come from, he held out two more
champagne glass, both filled to the brim

`I think, this will be the last from them for tonight, so you two enjoy it'

He glanced towards the teenagers in the Hitler youth uniforms. Chris took
one of the glasses and I took the other.

`You don't have to drink this' I smiled at him.

`Well I would rather it was yours, hopefully you will give me that later'

`To us'

He smiled at me again; those gorgeous eyes, he up ended his glass and
gulped down the swirling white contents.

`To us' I echoed.

He watched me drain my glass and then with a mischievous grin, he shouted

`Conga time'

I caught Montfort nodding to the band, who immediately struck up the Conga
tune, Chris grabbed Montfort round the waist and with a great shriek
Montfort set off slowly round the marquee, his arms waving telling guys to
join in.

`Come on Jonathon, I want you behind me'

Chris beamed at me, how could I refuse, I grabbed Chris and the three of us
set off, I soon felt a pair of familiar hands slip round my waist, I looked
round it was my SA man again, he winked at me. I don't know how many times
Montfort led the train round the marquee, but it eventually dissolved in to
fits of laughter, Chris seemed determined to carry on, with me behind him
and my SA man behind me, Chris headed up on the stage towards the silver
curtain. I felt the guy behind me let go of my waist.

`Ich lasse Sie beide besser allein'

`What did he say?

Chris had come to a stop and looked round.

`Err he said `I had better leave you two, to it'

Chris grabbed hold of the guys arm

`Nonsense, he's lovely, he is coming with us'

The SA guy looked at me quizzically, I translated.

`Unsinn, er ist reizend, er kommt mit uns'

He broke into a smile, then in true Germanic style he leapt to attention,
his brown jackboots smartly clicking together.

`Meine freude, ich heisse Otto, Otto Rheingold'

I was about to translate, but Chris held up his finger,

`Don't tell me his name is Otto' Chris grinned again `Hi Otto'.

I quickly grabbed Chris, and spoke close to his ear.

`Let's take him upstairs into the house, will be nicer than here'

Chris nodded and took hold of Otto's arm and led him towards the doors, we
left the party, the music still pumping out and made our way back into the
main house. Gunther must have a crystal ball, he met us as we went into the
house.

`Will there be anything else tonight Sir?

`No nothing at the moment, go an enjoy yourself, have some fun'

He nodded, I smiled and Chris, Otto and myself made our way up to my room,
having entered, I closed the door, Otto looked a bit confused.

`Sind Sie sicher, wir drei?

`Jonathon, you had better get a grip of him or this will be a long night'

Chris winked at me

`Use your powers'

Chris stretched out his hands and wiggled his fingers at Otto; mocking the
world wide Magicians magical finger movements; as if I had to use such
comic stuff, next he would be expecting me to say `abracadabra'

`Oh and get his kit off too'

Chris laughed again, I looked into Otto's eyes, he was mine. Chris smiled
as Otto's expression became blank.

`Easy, and no hands'

I laughed.

`Not bad, not bad at all, now come on, get his clothes off'

Chris soon had his own uniform off, mine quickly joined his in a heap on
the floor. Chris sat back on the bed, I joined him and we both watched as
Otto, slowly removed his tie, he unclipped his leather cross straps and
then undid his leather belt, he unfastened his shirt buttons and pulled his
shirt from his trousers, it fell open revealing his young defined chest, I
could see a small patch of black curls at the centre of his chest, these
led downwards in a narrowing column to his belly button, he smiled at us
both and then knelt down to undo his boots, he struggled trying to get them
off.

I lay back appreciating seeing Chris's beautiful buns bounce, as he got up
and went over to help. I ended up laughing out loud as his cock and balls
swung back and forth as he half staggered over and then as he turned away
from Otto and assumed the universal position for pulling off a guy's boots,
I laughed louder, as his cock and balls rested on Otto's polished boots as
he helped pull them off.

`The things I do for cock'

Chris slurred as he pulled off Otto's second boot, it made a heavy clunk as
he threw it to the floor and leapt back onto the bed next to me. I looked
deep into his eyes, I loved this guy.

`I was hoping it would be just you and me, tonight'

I whispered nuzzling into his neck, his eyes met mine and he gently kissed
me.

`We will have years for that' he smiled

`Will we?

`Shoosh, watch the show' he kissed me again

`But how?

He put his finger to my lips and nodded towards Otto, I had still so many
questions to ask Chris, but it never seemed the right moment, I respected
him too much to enter his mind and have a look about, I could wait, he
would tell me one day, when he was ready. Otto had just undone the laces at
the side of his brown jodhpurs and was pushing them down, revealing, a pair
of off white rather unflattering baggy SA issue underwear, I felt Chris's
eyes staring at me again.

`What? I felt my voice breaking

I looked into his eyes, was that a tear I felt forming in mine?

Chris sighed, suddenly seeming very sober.

`Don't you want to do this?

His voice sounded all serious, I remained silent, I felt myself blinking,
my emotions getting out of control, I struggled to get back on top of them.

`Jonathon, you know I love you, all this guy is, is a bit of fun, surely we
can still have fun and be together, I mean let's be honest, it has never
stopped you in the past?

That quip slammed into me and hurt, but he wasn't wrong, I didn't answer.

`Can't we? He repeated, his voice rising slightly.

Chris snuggled closer to me, his eyes starring deeply into mine, he leaned
forward and pressed his lips to mine, my body jolting as his tongue pushed
into my mouth, my senses, snapping awake, his very touch electrifying
me. He was right some fun with Otto, would never replace his loving touch,
I kissed Chris back and turned back to Otto.

`Come on then Chris you horny fuck, let's have some fun then'

As Otto, pushed down his underwear, it revealed his treasure trail leading
to a patch of black trimmed pubes and a nice sized four inch uncut soft
cock, which hung over his balls. I patted on the bed between Chris and
myself, Otto slowly joined us, crawling up the bed before laying back
between us. I watched as Chris pushed his lips towards Otto's, Chris's
floppy fringe falling on to Otto's forehead, as their tongues pushed into
each other's mouths. Chris's hand reached down and gripped Otto's now
swelling cock, I watched as he slowly wanked it, causing it to throb and
get harder, their tongues still entwined. Otto pulled away from Chris's
mouth and pulling himself up, leant down to Chris's now rock hard seven
inch cock, he swallowed it down his throat, a series of moans escaping
Chris's lips, I looked away.

`Hey, get your sexy ass over here'

I looked over Chris's blue eyes were open, staring straight at me, he was
talking to me, I smiled and moved to begin snogging him again, my hands
feeling over his chest, pushing through his chest hair, he pulled me up and
gestured for me to get astride his chest so he could suck my cock, I
clambered over him, Otto barely looking up from sucking Chris's now precum
leaking cock. As I lined my own cock up on his mouth, Chris admonished me
whispering.

`Now I hope you are not going to turn into a jealous grumpy old Vampyre'

He flashed me that `whole face' magic smile of his and before I could say
anything, he pulled my cock into his mouth, his tongue rolling over my
swollen bellend and slit, triggering all my senses. I threw my head
backwards as I felt his finger push into my ass, ever so gently he finger
fucked me as he sucked on my cock. As I rode his mouth to ecstasy, I became
aware of Otto, now alongside me his head near Chris's, I watched as Chris
gripped the back of Otto's head and as Chris released my cock from his
mouth he forced Otto down on to all eight hard inches of it. Otto choked
and spluttered and then settled down, Chris got me to lift my leg so he
could roll out from under me, then he joined me kneeling in front of Otto,
Chris roughly pulled him off my cock and fed his own back into the
slobbering mouth, he gripped Otto's ears and face fucked him hard and
deep. He looked at me as he had Otto coughing and spluttering.

`He means nothing to me, you mean everything'

He leaned towards me and our mouths pressed against each other again our
tongues entwining once more.

`Feed from him and let's get rid of him'

He whispered in my ear as he nibbled at my ear lobe, his tongue toying with
the small gold hoop.

I got Otto to lay on his back and Chris and I began taking turns wanking
and sucking his rock hard, six inches, as he began to pant, we both got our
mouths either side of his bellend, we didn't have to wait long as he cried
out in German

`Ich Komme'

His balls pulled tight to the bottom of his shaft and his cockhead pulsed,
as the first spurt left his cock lips, my tongue caught that one, Chris's
the next two, me the fourth and we shared the fifth, which oozed out on to
his bellend, Chris and my tongues hungrily licking it clean, before we
began snogging again, he pushed some of the cum in his mouth into mine as
he stoked the side of my head. Breaking away he whispered again.

`I love you'

With that he gripped Otto's cock once more and stretched his foreskin
tautly back exposing the underside of his young knob. Chris nodded to me
and moved in close as my tongue flicked out and licked anesthetising where
I would feed from, Chris watched me closely as my eyes glowed bronze and my
fangs descended. I stole a look at him expecting to see revulsion at the
monster I was, but he was smiling and nodding, I plunged my fangs into
Otto's shaft, his fresh blood immediately hitting my system, I drank
deeply.

Lost in the moment, I felt a tongue pushing into my mouth, running over my
buried fangs, startled I looked round, it was Chris, his tongue and lips
smeared with the blood from Otto's cock, I pulled out my fangs and nodded,
Chris clamped his mouth over the two wounds and I could hear him sucking at
them, I gently stroked his head as he sucked at Otto's wounds, after a few
moments, I pulled his mouth again to mine, our tongues licking each other
clean of blood and cum.

I rang for Gunther, who appeared in a couple of minutes, I told him to get
rid of Otto, he nodded and picked up the young SA trooper and his uniform
easily then quietly left us.

`Fuck, what had just happened?

I looked round at Chris, he was now fast asleep, was that a glow round him,
I rubbed my eyes as the shimmering aurora faded or should I say died;
Christ now I was seeing things or was I?. I got on the bed beside him and
snuggled up to his naked body, spooning as close as I could to him, putting
my arm over him, I pulled him tight, before drifting into a deep carefree
sleep.


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