Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2019 15:59:58 +0000 (GMT) From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" Subject: Vampyre - Part 4 The following story is fictional and does not depict any real people or Events. This story is STRICTLY fantasy. Nifty is the constant source of all your erotic dreams. All kinds of fetishes can be found here. We don't want this website to ever stop. Think for a minute if you can afford it and help sustain Nifty with your donations. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ If you are of a nervous disposition this may not be the story for you... It is easy to dismiss myths, legends and the creatures of your darkest dreams; it is what I reply on, otherwise you would take precautions against me, but your fear of being mocked, made to seem paranoid, is what lets me thrive. Young men are the worst, yet their very bodies, allow me to drink the two substances I need to exist, pleasure comes in many layers, I don't live in the shadows, I don't need to; to you I don't exist. ------------------------- We walked out to the van a short time later, it was getting dark, Jon knocked on the window, Tom stirred and opened the window `You okay Tom, I think you must have nodded off' Tom nodded, shaking his head of the fuzz that over whelmed it. `Nice job by the way, see you again in a couple of weeks' Jon said, tapping the side of the van, as Tom started it up and began to pull away. Vampyre - Part Four `Pyotr, have you seen Zeke today? `No Sir, he wasn't in his room when I went to wake him, but that's not unusual' `Why me, why do I have to wet nurse him, I had a nice quiet life, just looking after myself now I have to run around making sure that little shit isn't causing chaos, Dog's to me' Pyotr opened the door, I ran towards it followed by Zoltan and Boyra; by the front steps I had changed into my dog form, I sniffed the air, no trace of him here. I led the other two round to the back of the house and sniffed the air once more, nothing but confusing smells and music, music interspersed with speaking; tannoy announcements? I set off at a run, through the woods towards the noise and smells. Arriving at the next treeline, I stopped again and looked down into the fields in front of us, oh it was the local Country fair, I had forgotten about that, I sniffed the air once more; loads of animal shit and smells and Zeke was down there too. I thought about it for a moment and changed back into my human form; I didn't want to be shot for being a loose dog by some gunho farmer. Having walked down to the fair, the dogs at my heels, I was getting a few strange looks, well I thought they were, I still knew very few of the locals, I saw a few nudging each other and my hearing picked up the odd words, Meaburn Manor, new, that sort of thing, now, my sense of smell is improved even in human form, I tried to sniff our Zeke again, I was getting close, I found him in the beer tent, a little bit, no a lot, the worse for ware, he had obviously gotten round the no drinks for under 16 year olds as the placed seemed full of pissed young farmers; the eyes of the bar staff, told me all I needed to know. `Good Morning Zeke? I managed civilly, taking hold of his arm `Jzonathfun' he burst out laughing, `Heey everybody, itz Jzonathfun, well heez nofun realle' he fell off the stool, me still holding his arm. Give me strength, as I was picking him up, another lad staggered over to us, wow he was big, I sensed the dogs move closer to me, at my signal they backed off, just a bit. `Use okay Zeke? He asked glaring but slurring at me, lager spilling from is glass. Zeke nodded as he collapsed forward onto the bar; coherent speech in the too difficult box, I looked at this youth again, 18 years, well about, just under 6 foot, his red checked shirt open to just above his navel, he was well muscled and tanned with a nice covering of darker hair, oh excellent, a visible happy trail, led down into his jeans, very nice. I looked into his eyes and he smiled, I signalled for the dogs to remain with Zeke and went towards the marquee opening with the toilet sign, followed by my new friend. Outside were two small caravans, one marked ladies the other gents, he followed me into the caravan, luckily it was empty, I opened one of the cubicle doors, he went inside, I followed him in, I locked the door and sat on the toilet, he stood in front of me grinning, then pulled down his zip, undid his belt and let his jeans fall to the floor, he was wearing loose fitting boxers, his bellend poking through the open fly; this was way too easy. He pushed down his boxers, his young cock, swelling nice and thick and uncut, I reached to cup his heavy ball sac, leaning forward to kiss his bellend, I pushed the skin back with my lips, appreciating his horny teenage aroma, letting my tongue assist his throbbing cock reach its full potential, he stood his hands on his hips, letting me worship his now 8 inch of teenage cock, he went to put his hands on my head; he thought better of it as I glanced at him, my eyes bronze disks, he put his hands back on his hips and began instead thrusting his shaft into my welcoming mouth, he grunted and moaned before putting a hand to the wall of the cubicle to steady himself `I'm cumming' he grunted, I was already ready for his teenage spunk, his dicks blood flow leaving me in no doubt about what was about to happen. His cock slit opened against my tongue as he pumped several ropes of his boy load over my tongue and into my throat, my senses exploding with his salty, sweet, musky boy juice, I savoured every drop, he stood still, just the odd shudder, I repositioned my mouth, `Hang on mate, it's a bit tender now' he gasped, trying to pull it from my mouth, I glared at him, my eyes blood red and sank my fangs into that spot just below his bellend, his last words, `What the fuc ...' drifting, from my consciousness as his life blood began to flow, into me, oh he was delicious, I sucked and sucked, his sweet blood, revitalising every part of me, I knew I had to stop, or would have a corpse to get rid of and why not enjoy his again in a few weeks. Renewed I licked my lips of any trace of him and propped him on the toilet, he would come round soon enough and be fine in a few days. I slipped out of the cubicle and went back into the beer tent, Zeke was still on his stool, his head face down on the bar, I indicated for Boyra to stay with him and with Zoltan walking to heel I left the tent into the midday sunshine. I felt myself a little bit tiddly, that young farmer's blood obviously had a lot of alcohol in it, I felt myself grinning, my gait not as tight as usual. I wondered round, smiling and greeting everyone, with exuberant handshakes and cheek kisses for the ladies; I was definitely pissed, well a bit. I walked up and down the pens of animals; pity they didn't concentrate the young farmers like that, so you could get real close and grope their young bodies, maybe a suggestion for next year's show, I laughed to myself, or maybe something I could arrange at home, a few people seemed to be giving me a wide berth, I just waved and said hello, adding Meaburn Manor, my words met with polite smiles. I had just stopped to admire some old tractors, Country shows get you like that, make you all nostalgic, I remembered when they had been the newest things on the market. `Hello Jonathon' I spun round, I recognised that voice `It's Chris' he said, now that was not an introduction that was needed. He stood stretching out his had to mine, I took his gladly, feeling his warmth the moment I did. `Are you alone? I asked, my eyes scanning for the `pregnant one'. `Wife's at the in-law's feeling sick today' he mimed having a swollen pregnant belly and then being sick, I laughed politely, thanks to all the gods of morning sickness. `Oh the poor thing' I still couldn't believe my luck, I looked into those amazing eyes once more his face just a huge smile framed by his short beard or was it long designer stubble; I STILL couldn't decide, his hair flopping into his face, he tossed his head back and used his fingers to flatten the hair against his head, the diamond stud in his right ear glinting as the sun caught it. Now I had internal battle going on inside, as you all know I had just fed, but Chris, Chris, well it had been weeks since I enjoyed him. I looked into his eye's he was mine, he began walking to the carpark, on route we picked up Zeke, propping him in the back of Chris's Landover Mk 1, with the dogs, it wasn't long before we turned on to the drive leading up to Meaburn Manor, conversation seemed a lot easier this time, Chris and I laughing and joking most of the time. Once we arrived, I led Chris inside `Pyotr, look after Zeke will you', I led Chris upstairs to my room, I put on some music and closed the curtains, I kissed him passionately, his beautiful cupid bow lips spreading to receive my tongue, we half danced half shuffled round the room, snogging; enjoying the warmth from our bodies, I stripped off his rugby shirt, he had a white T shirt on underneath again, his chest hair exploding out of the top of it, I toyed with it. `Don't ever shave it off' I whispered in his ear as I broke away from his mouth, licking his black ear spacer and into his ear, his man taste was strong he hadn't showered today, I licked his neck, I could feel his artery pulsing under my tongue, I eased off his T shirt, running my fingers through his hairy chest, breathing in all the pheromones I was releasing. I shuddered as he ran his finger over my mouth and toyed with the hoop in my left era, his fingers tracing my ear form; I had pixie ears pointed at the top, his lips met mine again, as I felt his hand pulling open my shirt, my smooth chest, ignited by the contact with his wiry hairs, we stood apart, I watched him undo his belt and push down his jeans, he was commando again, his face beamed the friendliest smile, his cock standing out over his balls, not quite fully erect, his foreskin still half covering his swelling bellend, I pushed down my trousers stepping out of them, as I pulled off my briefs. My fully erect 7" cock bounced as I climbed onto the fur bed throw, a drop of precum forming a strand which stretched and burst as I lay on to my back, I watched as Chris his balls brushing the fur clambered towards me, he was grinning wildly, he stopped in front of my erect cock his hands gripped it and he milked it he licked his lips as he leant into lick off a drop of my precum which shimmered in the light, his mouth engulfed my bellend and I felt his tongue washing over and over the head, pushing into the slit being rewarded with more of my precum, he clambered, up the bed, his legs either side of me as our tongues met once more and engaged each other in a tongue riot, he ground his hard cock against mine, our precum mixing in a slimy mess; our slimy mess. His hairy chest setting my skin alight, every nerve ending screaming its enjoyment to my rapidly over whelming brain. I sat up pushing him backwards on to the fur throw, lifting his legs, exposing his dark hole, I pushed him further back, his face still beaming, my hands running through the hair on his legs as I began bending them at his hips tilting him further back exposing his hole even more, I licked my lips as I pushed my head into his ball sac, kissing each egg in turn, licking his sweaty skin, savouring his taste; god how I wanted this, he was divine. I let my tongue drop to his taint and, swirled it round, tasting his ball sweat, I was so near system overload, no guy had EVER made me feel like this, I licked his hole, watching it twerk as my tongue brushed over it, he was moaning and thrusting his hole at my tongue, pushing me deeper and deeper, I had to fuck him, I pulled back licking up and over his balls. I positioned my dripping cock at his hole, I leant into snog him again as my bellend pushed into him, his moans and groans stifled and breaking on my tongue, he wrapped his legs tightly round my waist as I pushed my balls against his arse cheeks. I wanted to enjoy this, so took my time, making love to this vision, our eyes in constant contact, I so wanted to disconnect our minds, but fearful of his response; remembering how he had fled the first time. I began increasing my pace as I took his rock hard wet cock in my hand and began wanking him his precum lubing his shaft, his face a perfect picture of ecstasy as he squirmed on my cock and on my hand. I could feel his blood flooding into his arse, balls and cock, he began to pant as I pushed my mouth over his cock just in time to catch his spunk as he groaned and thrust his hips, I could feel his arse tightening and his muscles rippling along my shaft buried deep in him, I stared into his eyes `now', he nodded; that wasn't me. He nodded again, his mouth opened in desire, I couldn't contain myself and my cock erupted into him, jet after jet left my cock, intense was not the word, It was way past that, he was still smiling at me as I juddered to a standstill, my cock still twitching in his hole, my tongue coated with his thick juice, I was exhausted and savoured every drop, I pulled my deflating cock from him with a plop, `That was amazing,' I said as I slid up his chest, offering my cum covered cock to his mouth, his tongue greedily began licking up my cum, I felt myself hardening again, I was slowly stroking my shaft as he licked my bellend, he pushed his mouth on to me deep, I couldn't stop myself I began to slowly fuck his mouth leaning over him my arms holding his head in place, his tongue was amazing, I mashed my balls against his beard, the wiry hair setting me off again, I felt my bellend swell as it fired out a few more ropes of my cum straight into his mouth, he hungrily swallowed it down, his eyes eventually looking back into mine, I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted him; forever even. I had to refocus; was it the alcohol in me? I turned myself round so I was staring at his fat cock laying on his thigh, I picked it up, licking at the puddle of precum and spunk is bellend was sat in, I lapped it up and took his bellend into my mouth, setting my tongue to work, it soon had him moaning his cock straining as I stretched his skin tightly back, the two puncture wounds obvious to me, just below his bellend, I let my lips peel back and my fangs slid into his blood filled shaft once more, his juicy bellend pulsed in my mouth as I drank the blood from his shaft, he lay still under me, so much pleasure yet so much fear, I mustn't take too much I didn't want to kill him, but each time I stopped, I had to take just a bit more, a voice screamed in my head STOP YOU WILL KILL HIM, I leapt back, his blood dripping from my fangs, I sprang round to make sure he was still okay, he lay his face slightly to the left, still a trace of a smile. I kissed his lips, thank goodness, he was still alive, very weak, but alive, I pushed my arm under his head and cuddled up to him, stroking his firm body; I could convert him now, just some of my blood on his lips would do it, he had already had my spunk, NO, he had a wife and unborn child, converting him would be sentencing him to watch them grown old and die, while he never aged; just what had happened to me. I kissed him once more, my tears splashing on to his face and running down his cheeks, I held him tight burying my face into his neck, I sobbed, the music which had been encouraging our exertion's until now, changed to Annie's song by John Denver; Life is so unfair, I broke down pulling the fur throw over us. Please send e-mails letting me know if you are enjoying the stories and any storyline suggestions; I cannot guarantee to use them all though. I'll keep posting this and maybe new stories if I feel you guys are enjoying them. There's nothing more rewarding than knowing that my stories are making other guys cum. Your e-mails inspire me to write more and better stories. So please do send me an e-mail if you want me to keep writing. Other stories by this writer: `Exploring my brother' `Joshs Adventures series' `An Army life for me' `Grandmas Bedroom' `Dominic Online' `The Extraordinary Christmas Party'