Date: Sat, 2 May 2009 10:30:12 -0700 (PDT) From: John Scott Subject: Vampire Series: Vampire 001 Disclaimer: Contains explicit homosexual scenes and not suitable for all ages. If you find homoerotica disturbing, then don't continue reading this. You've been warned... Copyright 2009 by John Scott. All rights reserved. Vampire One by John Scott Doing this dare was un-fucking-believably stupid and un-fucking-believably unlike me. It was really weak of me to have had succumbed into peer pressure - stupid me. I was supposed to bring a chunk of headstone from our local cemetery and put it on our professor's front lawn. Stupid! It was almost pitch-black dark and the air that wafted through my nostrils coming from the cemetery carried a distinct musk that was hard to describe - it was bordering from damp, stinking earth to damp, rotted flesh. My surroundings were freaking me out a little; the shadowy headstones and haunted-looking mausoleums were suddenly more sinister at this time of night. My stomach revolted at the idea of stepping into wet ground that had a carcass buried only six feet under it. How, again, really stupid of me? The fine hair all over my body stood up in attention as I sensed someone's presence. Were they playing a practical joke on me as well? For over-twenty-year-old guys, they seemed really, really childish - then again, weren't fraternity boys supposed to be like that? I knew I shouldn't have had joined this blasted Greek system. If it weren't just for my ambitious and pain in the ass of father, I wouldn't be in this bloody cemetery right now. My father was really proud of me to have had gotten in, in the same university as he had - but that hadn't been enough for him 'cause he wanted me to join his fraternity so I could make my life "easier" and to make my college life worth while. I was now a junior and a newbie pledge at the same time. Ugh! This wasn't easier and definitely so not worth my while. I should have had asked my dad what he had done in his college years because I felt that my future brothers had some kind of a grudge against me - or maybe it was just because they'd had graciously offered me their complete acceptance with no initiation whatsoever when I'd had been a freshman and I'd had turned them down. This fraternity thing was so definitely wasn't my scene. I heard a soft ruffle, almost a silent whisper but it was really quiet in here, on some bushes and quickly turned towards the direction of where the sound had come from. "Not funny, guys," I was now a little pissed and I felt the need to throw the over-sized mallet that I was carrying for the headstone at something. My hands were trembling and sweating, making the mallet harder to carry. My ears seemed to extend out of my body to hear the tiniest of sounds coming from not so far away form me. My vision tunneled and I could only see what was directly in front of me. The rotting, once green, grass growing on the muddy brown, wet ground disappeared from my line of sight. The cloud covered dark sky seemed like a black void now, sucking everything every thing that came close to it. The darkness in front of me was suddenly and impossibly spinning; I could feel the whirl of wind enveloping me and I could feel the rush of blood in my head that nausea brought. I found myself clutching the mallet with all of my strength as if that would keep me from falling down. "Who is there?" I said weakly but loud enough for anyone near me to hear. I finally managed to get a grip of myself as the claustrophobic reaction slowly subsided. It was weird because I was in this vast land where the dead laid. No reply. Not even chuckling sounds that I was sure what they were doing. My temper begun to rise without any provocation and I quickly turned around again and continued my search for a sizable headstone to destroy for my initiation. I was suddenly feeling very violent and the idea of smashing something sounded pretty darn good. But the goose-bump sensation wasn't subsiding and I was fairly certain that anything could make me scream like a school girl right now - even though I was seething with anger - and run like a cheetah to the nearest exist. The soft ruffling persisted and I couldn't help but to think that whoever that was, wasn't one of my frat mates. Then, finally, I saw a tall figure up ahead. It was dark and the light coming from the moon wasn't enough for me to get a good look at him. "Hello?" I called to the mysterious human figure. Again, there was no answer. I came closer, inching my way hesitantly. What if he was some kind of a serial killer and he had just dumped his kill for the night somewhere here? I was really stupid tonight. The figure didn't move and I just kept coming toward him - or it. The wind shifted and I saw his coat widely opened. He was freaking naked! I stopped at my tracks and froze at the sight of him - I was now close enough to get a nice look at him. He was perfect in all sense. He had short dark hair and was parted in the middle, curling slightly at both sides. His sideburns were almost shaved like that of a buzz cut. His rounded and well contoured arms hung at his sides leading to a clenched fist. His chiseled chest was slightly matted with hair that ran down to his taut, six-pack of an abdomen, and finally went further down to his trimmed bush that highlighted his well- endowed, dangling uncut manhood and his low-hanging sac. His clearly muscular and well-defined thighs and calves rippled as he shifted his weight to his other foot. He wasn't wearing anything except for a long black trench coat and I suddenly had the urge to rip the coat off of him. I looked up to his perfectly chiseled jaw and up to his eyes. He was grinning and I wasn't near enough to get a good look at the expression that his eyes held. His teeth glinted under the moonlight and I saw that it wasn't an ordinary-man's set of teeth. There was something off about it; something I couldn't put a finger onto. But I didn't care because everything else that I saw in this hunk was perfect. I was drawn to him; drawn to every bit of him, especially that hanging piece of meat. Oh shit! I was feeling attracted to this stranger stud! I'd had fucked countless girls in the whole twenty-one years of my life and I was getting aroused to this Adonis-figure. My mind was spinning as if I was drunk and I kept fumbling my way to this perfect creature. My dick was starting to get hard and I was definitely imagining some nasty stuff going on between us - and I really found it more arousing. I could see me, in my head, going down to this stranger and shoving his horse- sized cock down my throat. The image was so vivid and so life-like that I was having a hard time discerning reality from fantasy. The image shifted and I now saw myself writhing in pain and pleasure as we were on the ground; me lying on my stomach and he was lying above me, humping me from behind, his huge and thick cock sliding in and out of my tight hole. I could feel my erect penis rubbing against the wet ground as I met his every thrust, and it was really doing me great stuff. I pushed my elbows against the ground, arching my back as I reached my peek and went wild from the carnal pleasure. I meshed my back against him and I could feel pin pricks and white-heat just below my shoulder at my back as my orgasm took me over the edge and left me drained - literally. A short moment later, I collapsed on the cemetery ground, unconscious. "Get out of the bed or you're going to be late!" my roommate, Jesse, rocked my bed and shook the hell out of me. "Come one! We have to be at the fraternity house ten minutes ago!" "I'm tired." I was groggy as a bear just out of its hibernation and I really didn't feel like getting up and walking all the way to the fraternity house. "I swear I'm going to dump cold water on you if you don't get your ass off of that bed!" he threatened and I quickly got out of my bed. He already did that to me in sophomore year when we had an excursion. And I had the sinking feeling that he would happily do that again to me if I didn't get my ass off of this bed. Nobody liked to get splashed on by freezing water in the morning. "I'm up, I'm up!" I quickly got to my feet, fearing that he was already carrying a glass of ice-cold water. Last night was draining because I had to carry a large chunk of rock from the cemetery to the lawn of our professor. And it had really drained me to the brink of unconsciousness. I even had a dream about another guy when I had dozed off last night while I was waiting for the security guard at the subdivision, where my professor lived, to make his rounds. Not only that it was weird but it was gay! "What happened to you last night?" he asked as I walked in front of him only wearing a well-used and almost transparent pair of white boxer-briefs, my morning wood was straining and practically bursting out. Well, this was normal for the both us. We were both guys, right? "I carried a piece of stone for some miles." I said sarcastically and a little annoyed because he had been there when I had been given the task by my brothers. But he looked concerned and his face had a frown that made his innocent-looking features all the more innocent - but trust me, he was anything but innocent. "Are there insects on the cemetery?" His face was so straight that I immediately put my first thought that he was making fun of me to rest. He looked like he authentically wanted to know the answer to his abnormal question. "I don't know. Do I look like I'm the grounds keeper?" again, sarcastically. "Why did you ask that, anyway?" "Well, nothing," He crossed his eyebrows and continued dressing. I hadn't realized it but he was stark naked - and it hadn't bothered me before, so why did I suddenly have this uneasy feeling? His carved muscles bulging at all the right spots and his tool was hanging between his legs freely as if a neon sign was waving above it, saying: "LOOK AT ME". His skin was smooth and with minimal hair except for the thick bush that was covering his groin area. "You should trim your pubes," I commented without thinking of it. I caught myself too late and immediately regretted saying it. It would look like that I was ogling at his large prick - which I was surprised that I really was. Oh, god. "You think?" he asked, turning full frontal on me, lifting his pecker and shifting it to every direction as if checking out for the best angle. "Ah . . . I mean . . . You're too thick," Oh, shit! I was commenting on his pubic hair and I suddenly found myself commenting on his dick! I was longer than him but he was thicker than me - and I was pretty thick. "Huh," he shrugged and slipped on his underwear. "Maybe I'd do it later tonight." I didn't open my mouth any longer, not trusting myself anymore for the fear of my uncontrollable and definitely unnatural urges to notice some things that would be wrong for me to notice. But damn, my roommate was hot! For more than two years of sharing a room and walking naked in front of the other, I was now beginning to have this insatiable thirst and lust for him. And it wasn't normal! He bended over while putting some socks on, practically shoving his ass on me, his tight briefs outlining his two melons of a butt and bulging his balls just under. It took me all of my will power just to keep my hands off of him. My knuckles were turning bone-white because it was tightly clenched, hoping that it would be enough to keep them at my sides. Jesse had been my best friend since our first day of college. He was a member of the fraternity I was pledging on and he had tried to make hell-week a little easier for me. Well, I just wished that he could have had done something on the cemetery dare because it seemed that it had some not so nice side-effects on me - like drooling over a boy, and not just any boy but my best friend! Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god, oh, god. . . My throat went parch and my boner just went on ultra-hard mode. I was all hot and bothered right now that I couldn't help myself anymore. I went for it. . . "Oh, shit dude! What are you doing?" he exclaimed when I suddenly grabbed his ass with both of my hands, squeezing as I did so. "Just relax," I purred at his ear, moving my hand to his front. His cock jerked when I cupped it, growing slowly as I begun to rub it. "Just follow your senses." "No, this is gay!" He turned to take a swing at me but it seemed like slow motion and I easily ducked it, grabbing him by the torso and tightened my hold on his tool. "You'll like it," What the hell was I saying? "I'll make it so worth your while." What the fuck was going on! My body suddenly had a mind of its own! I kissed him on the mouth, wanting to gain access inside but he had shut his lips tight, denying my entrance. I didn't care and just kept on kissing him, and my hand ripped his thin underwear. My mouth moved down on his neck and sucked on the beating pulse, teasingly bitten him and making his neck slick with my saliva. I circled his limp member and massaged it to full and virile life, continued caressing and jerking him until he gave out a little moan. "Please, don't," he pleaded, tears burning in his eyes. His voice was cracking under the forced pleasure. I wanted to stop but I couldn't. I really wanted to stop. "I promise you, you will thank me after this." I purred in a guttural voice, deep and sexy, inviting and hypnotic. "Are you ready?" I shoved him on his bed and restrained him with my own body. His tried to get me off of him but his attempts were ineffectual; I dominated him in every sense. I knew this for a fact that he was stronger than me because he was a football varsity on our campus and I was just a gym-nut. But now, I felt like ten-folds stronger than him - no, maybe twenty. "Please man," Tears were now flooding and flowing. "Please," I heard his pleading but it wasn't just registering in my head. I really didn't want to do this but I had no control. I ripped my over-used underwear and my throbbing cock sprung free, bouncing. I put a hand on his chest and it seemed enough to cage him, my head went down and made contact with his thick prick, opening my mouth and swallowing all of him. My tongue swirled around his head and I felt my own teeth - something was definitely off. I kept bobbing and sucking him until I could feel him nearing his climax and I bobbed and sucked harder, giving him all of my best performance. He moaned loudly and thrashed around, his hips humping as he shot his load at the back of my throat. I drank it all, feeling that it was like an important ritual; like I was draining his life force by sucking and dinking his sperm. I surfaced and looked at him, directly on the eyes. "Who are you?" he asked shakily. His tears never failed to break the flow. Who am I? Who am I? I was his best friend for god's sake! Why was he asking who was I? "I'm your best fantasy," I tongued his nipple, bringing it to a hard peak. "Now, relax so I can enter you," Enter him? I was going to do what? I was going to. . . "Please, no, I'm begging you, man," he cried, holding my wrist and tried to soothe it. "Please. . ." "Shush," I spread his thighs apart and propped myself between them, pointing my long pole at his puckered hole. "Here I come," then I shoved mercilessly. "Aahh!" he screamed as I forced myself in and I saw some blood trickle out of his ass hole. It got me wilder and I begun to thrust more of me inside him. I once again descended to his mouth and forced it to open for me. I fucked his velvet mouth with my tongue like I fucked his tight ass with my cock. I probed deeper and sucked on his tongue, biting a little as I did so. Finally breaking the kiss, I led my mouth on top of his chest, just right above his beating heart, feeling the flow of blood beneath. I felt for my teeth again and I now could pick out on what I thought was a subtle difference - as it turned out, it wasn't a subtle difference at all. I felt two sharp fangs, jutting like knives. Shit! I pricked his chest with my two sharp picks and felt the warm blood oozed out. He was suddenly silent and I could feel him meeting my thrusts with his eager hips. I felt him squeezed my cock and it did wonders for me. I closed my lips around the area of his wounds and sucked at the salty, red liquid of life. I bucked and shuddered as his blood hit my throat, shooting my hot cream deep inside his man-cunt. I lay on top of him as I was recovering from my satisfying orgasm, making weak thrusts with my hips, sliding my softening cock against his renewed hard cock. I grabbed his throbbing member and I stroked it vigorously. Not knowing why, I bit the tip of my middle finger and glided it in his open mouth. The moment that my bloody finger touched his tongue, he immediately closed in on it and begun sucking. He groaned ever so loudly and shot his load on my hand and on his chest. I pulled my finger out and he followed it with his mouth, lifting his head and straining to reach my leaking finger. I licked his body clean and returned to his mouth to ravage it. "What have I done?" I muttered to myself when I finally got my head clear and when I felt like I was the one who was controlling my own body. "Shit." I got up from Jesse and took a good look at him; he looked so peaceful and relaxed when he was asleep. There were stains of blood just below his spread thighs. I had been out of control and I hadn't been able to stop myself even though Jesse was crying and begging me. I had done something unimaginable and I still couldn't believe the half of it. I was aware of everything that I had done and I had loved every moment of it. "I'm so sorry, man," Now, it was my turn to cry. THUMP!!! Someone banged on the door that jerked me from my sleep. My senses were on high alert and I could smell something foul on the other side of the door. Jesse was still sleeping and he looked so damn weak and vulnerable. I immediately got this instinct that I should protect him from this threat just outside our dorm room. I sprang from my bed to his in one lunge and with unbelievable silence. I crouched protectively over Jesse and glared at the door, as if I could barricade it with just my stare. I tried to shake Jesse awake but he just moaned and didn't surface. "Wake up, man. There's someone at the door." He jumped awake and sat up with blurring speed. "What?" "Someone's at the other side of the door," I whispered, so low that no one could hear it, but he did. "Who?" asked Jesse, nostrils flaring. "Open up," a familiar voice said outside, but something was different. "I need help." His deep, seductive voice, even when strained, did things to my insides and I could feel my limp dick engorging with heat. "Who's he?" I could sense a note of jealousy in Jesse's voice. "I don't know but I know him." I confusedly said to my naked best friend. I only knew that this voice belonged into a fantasy of mine. I slowly crept towards the door and turned the knob. The cemetery-guy-in-my- dream guy quickly entered the room and immediately closed the door behind him. "What the?" I started to ask but he quickly silenced me. "Not twenty-four hours has passed and you created another one?" he asked, staring at Jesse's nude form at the other side of the room. "And who, the fuck, are you? And what, the fuck, are you talking about this created shit?" Jesse glared at this stud murderously and got up out of bed. "Just who, the fuck, is this, Jorge?" It was only the second time that he had called me by my real name; the first had had been when I'd had introduced myself to him on my first day at the university, and since then, he had been calling me "Jay". And just now, he had really sounded like a jealous lover. But why would he be a jealous lover? "I'm Allegro," He said to Jesse and proceeded to sit on my bed. My dreams hadn't done him any justice. He was more than perfect! At least now he was wearing clothes - and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. "I'm a vampire." I hope you guys enjoyed reading this story. I'm currently writing the secind part and I'm running out of ideas. Hope you guys can suggest something. Email me at john_scott1991@yahoo.com for you ideas and i'll try to write them. For the ones who wants to have your fantasies come to paper and doesn't know how to turn them into words; email me and i'll also try to make them into a story. Thanks!!! Oh, and make sure that you write "Vampire 001" as the subject of your email.