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If you have read this story before you will know that the author “Chance” is me, “Larkin” This is an effort to re-compose my old roster with a new roster comprised old and new works, re-written and done with more careful editing. (omitting junk) I hope you will understand.

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First published in 2006 under my other name, Larkin. This story, “Vampires must be free.” is completed in 4 chapters and is set in New York City at the end of the 80's.

This story is authentic and contains biographical elements. A lot has changed since that time. The East Village had not been gentrified yet, there were phone booths on every corner and no one had a smart phone, very few people would have a computer and they were still using subway tokens. East Village, 1988

Vampires must be free:

Part 2.

The next morning I had to collect the pieces of my life and fall back into the groove that everyone expected me to be in. I made a quick stop home so my Parents could see that I was not dead or kidnapped and quickly went off to school.  They made sure I had way too many obligations and chores, keeping me focused on school and all the stuff they wanted me to do. I had to do this, I had to do that. Each idea or problem was like wheels spinning around in my head, but suddenly one by one they stopped and Rage's face appeared in my mind.  I left early and Rage was still cuddled up in bed.

Looking up at me, he said, "Danny, come over as soon as you get done with your stuff today. I'll be here waiting for you so you can fuck me again."

He laughed and gave me that Vampire smile.

I felt good all day like the way one feels when you made a conquest. It's good for the ego. Because of Rage's feminine nature, I felt like a man. I thought about whether I should go back or stand him up like it was just a onetime thing. If he spied on me and he liked me then maybe there lots of others out there that I can fuck. I stopped to look at my reflection in a store window. He's pretty weird anyway. I tried to imagine us as a couple. I'm a foot taller, my hair is short, and even though I am still in high school I dress to blend in.

Rage is a genuine freak with dyed black hair, a night creature, a fabricated vampire, half boy and half girl.  And what's with that sans-puberty thing? Who's going to believe that? My dad would drown me if he saw me with him and my Mom would burn me alive. They are progressive with everyone except me. They don't even know I have sex with guys.

I did the strangest thing. On the subway platform, I knelt down and opened my gym bag. Trying not to be conspicuous, I pulled out the shirt I had worn when I was over at his apartment. Pulling it up to my nose, I smelled it. It was him. I could smell him on my shirt and vivid pictures of what we did together came rushing back into my mind. I saw him naked again and I began longing for him.

By early afternoon I was grabbing lunch at home, I was trying to decide whether or not to go to Rage's. I wasn't sure if I wanted to get stuck with him. Maybe I shouldn't have sex with him again because if I do it complicates things. I always figured that it's not fair to lead someone on if you don't want a relationship.

The phone rang.

There was a soft voice. "Hi, you commin or not? I'm waitin for ya?"

He hung up.

I was conflicted. I didn't see any future in my encounter with Rage the vampire but the allure of sex with him was so intense and intoxicating. If I show up, we could fuck around again and then it might just end naturally. But then, there is nothing natural about Rage.

When I got there, he was cheerful and offered me a hot pocket from the mic. We sat together. I watched him nibble the smallest portion of the food. Then, without any fuss, he carefully and delicately pulled down my zipper, stuck his hand and rooted around until he found my cock. When he did, we kissed. Rage's body smells so good. In spite of my doubts and resistance, the spell took hold of me right away. We undressed each other in stages. He lay back and encouraged me to fuck him in his mouth. I couldn't help it, I came all over him in a series of long squirts. He looked a little disappointed that it might be over so soon. I assured him that I would have no problem doing it again and even once more.

The lust was so wicked and irresistible. I turned him over and pulled his pants down off of his behind. In doing this I knew I was preparing him to fuck. Naked, we embraced head to head and then head to bottom. He pulled his legs back and pinned them in place with his elbows. It totally exposed his behind for me to lick and penetrate. 
He covered my stiff dick with his spit and then guided it in. It was all so easy.

After the beginning, my cock went all the way up inside of him and then all the way out. He swooned and pulled me down to kiss. He rested his ankles on my shoulders and I began to fuck him more quickly. I looked down to see my cock going in and out of him. Then I looked into his beautiful face. Together, we worked up to an ever increasing rhythm of perfect sex.
It was exactly this point that I realized that, I was fucked, .....I was a goner. There was going to be no easy way out of this thing. My resistance to him was because I was afraid but it was diabolical because, we were perfect for each other. The attraction was so powerful and magnetic because we were complete opposites.

Looking up at me and in hushed tones, he said, "Daniel, please don't ever hurt me because I think I am falling in love with you. I promise, I`ll do anything you want me to."

We embraced and continued to fuck.

You know when I first started thinking of guys in a sexual way, I got very depressed. I thought I was sick and twisted and at times, even worse, dirty and filthy. I thought I let my parents down and that I was a psycho sex offender that deserved to be killed. I thought of killing myself more than once. But my life changed when I met Rage. He wasn't afraid to kiss and to open himself to me. What he did for me was show me what passion is. He showed me that it doesn't matter what other people think. It is the honest feelings that you have for another person. What could be so terrible about holding a person that you care about and loving them. How can it be wrong?

I stayed way into the evening. It got so late that I decided not to go home for the second night. We spent hours just talking. I was the practical one, the sensible one. I was on a course for my future set by my Parents. Rage live in fantasy world. He designed himself after the characters that he read about in comix books. He really did believe in magic. When we could no longer stay awake we slept together in each others arms.

It was in the wee hours when I awoke. The room was pitch black. I felt Rage's cock and it was completely stiff. I ran my fingers through his rear end. In the blackness of the rundown apartment we began again.

Sex in the dead of night, out of a deep sleep can be rude and animalistic. Rage had no problem with that and he took it upon himself to educate me. This act would finally and completely addict me to him. No words were spoken while we invented one dirty deed after another. I felt him pee on my stiff cock to lubricate it. We fucked again and again. 
We peed on each other and committed acts of humiliation. Rage showed me that he would do anything. He freed me from my fears and together we escaped civilization if only for a little while.

We spent four entire days together. My life was in pieces. Parents wanted to know why I hadn't even called. Classes were missed and still all I could think about was Rage. Last night I was ordered home by my Dad. Under interrogation, I resisted an explanation of my actions. Grounded except for school and classes, I was despondent. How could I tell my Parents that I met this little Goth freak with vampire fangs who sucks my dick and lets me fuck him? They were not likely to understand. I had to change at 42nd Street and I stood waiting for the train. I looked in both directions. I had two more classes but I was totally conflicted inside. It was almost twelve noon when I crossed over to the downtown side and hopped on a train bound for Astor Place. The anticipation was intense. I thought about him all naked getting ready to jerk off without me. I thought about what I wanted to do to him and how I was going to do it. I successfully concealed it, but my cock rose up so hard in my pants. Then I thought about how I was going to protect him and take care of him forever.

I knocked on his door. No answer. I got this pit in my stomach, "Oh no, he's gone!"

I knocked again. No answer.

For some reason, in my rush back downtown, I figured he'd be home. I didn't even consider that he wouldn't be there.

Bad thoughts tried to enter my mind. "He's dead!"

"He's gone!"

Or worst of all possibilities,...., someone else is fucking him!

This is a first for me, I don't have a history of going to pieces but here it is. I stood out in front of his building, thinking he might show up. When he didn't, I slowly headed West. I kept looking back thinking he might turn a corner. How could I suddenly turn into such a basket case? I must have gone back to his place three more times. I ended up hanging around the Noguchi Cube in Astor Place, thinking he might show up there. No Rage, no Rage. He's gone. My fucking life is so over.

My mother looked at me and said, "What the hell is the matter with you this evening? You haven't eaten and you forgot to take the videos back. They have to go back tonight. I'm not paying anymore damn late fees."

I pushed my chair back and slowly lumbered into my room. My head was still haunted by that little fucking freak.

My Mother looked into my room, "Daniel, didn't you hear me? I told you to take those damn videos back before they close."

She tossed the bag on my bed.

I got up, and zombie like, headed down the stairs to the street, up the street to the avenue, down the avenue to the video store. On my way back as I approached the corner, I heard a voice.

"Hey Daniel!"

I turned and saw Rage standing there looking cheerful. My depression lifted immediately. He looked a lot better than I did after no sleep all night long and running around all day.

He came up to me smiling and said, "What's up?"

He came up close and whispered into my ear. "If you don't come over and fuck my ass, I'm going to go looking for someone who will."

At first the threat pissed me off but I didn't want to risk him actually doing it. We both headed towards East 4th Street.

We became inseparable. I only had a month left of school so I went to most of my classes but I stopped going home. I was afraid they would try to stop me from being with Rage. I would call home when they were out and leave and retrieve messages on the machine. They left messages too.

My dad's voice came over the  warbley  tape of the answer machine . "Daniel, we need to talk to you. If there is anything wrong, we can work it out but you owe us an explanation!"

Next message, "You better get your ass home right away or you'll be sorry! How can you do this to us? Your Dad and I are worried sick."

Another message, unintelligible rustling and then Rage's squeaky voice making cat noises.  "Oh God!"

Dad's next message. "I called the school today and they told me that you've been at your classes. I'm trying to get your Mom to back off a little but I wish we could get together to talk. If it's drugs, you know that I've been through it and you know I can help. Please call me. I love you." 

It's not that I made up my mind to live with Rage, it's that I came to the realization that I couldn't live without him. Even an idyllic love affair like this isn't without adversity. Knowing this, I live in fear. I lived in fear that someone or something is going to take him away from me or one day he'll tell me that he doesn't care me anymore. The thought of this can turn my whole world black in seconds. It can put me on a journey of murderous torment and torture. I guess maybe I avoided love because I was afraid of the pain and hurt that can come of it. I always thought I had common sense, well it's fucking gone. I am in this relationship and I have become a prisoner of it.

I came home to change my clothes.

My Dad tried to corner me. "Listen Mister, we have to talk!"

I hate it when my Dad tries to exercise authority. I turned around, let my arms drop to my side and then, let my whole body slump still in a standing position.

I looked at the floor and moaned, "What?"

Instead of reading me the riot act, he tried confiding with me. "Look Daniel, I'm worried about you. If it's drugs you can tell me because I have been there."

I didn't answer.

He continued, "If it's pot, I'm not so worried. I'm not sayin that's it a good idea to be smoking pot because you are still in school, but if it's anything else I am worried. You can start these things and think you got it all under control and..."

I interrupted him, "Dad..."

He kept talking. "Dad,..Dad, it's not drugs."

He looked puzzled. "Well what is it then?"

He re-appealed in an effort to drag it out of me. "What's goin on with you?"

Still looking down at the floor I said, "I'm seeing someone."

I guess the idea that I would be in such a state over simple dating hadn't occurred to him.

I looked up at my Dad and said, "There's more."

We were not really on the same wave length but he was doing his best to be understanding and receptive.

I looked down at the floor again as if I had committed a crime. "It's with a guy."

I hate the fact that the first thing that must have gone through his mind was a guy he knew from work. Fred,...something,  he works out all the time and was constantly smiling. He had a huge set of white capped teeth that made him look like an exaggerated movie star.

From the look on his face, I guessed that he had never thought of that kind of possibility in his soccer playing son.

He started out by saying, "Well, you know that your Mom and I are pretty accepting. We like gay people."

He instantly realized that it was not the right thing to say. "Look, I'm going to have to think about this a bit but I want you to work it out for yourself and I'm behind you on whatever decision you make. The only thing I ask is that you maintain school and I'll go along with everything else. I have only one other request, I don't care how late, come home at night to sleep so that we know that you are alright."

He was being so reasonable that it was almost irritating. I got my things and cleared out as soon as I could.

Before I went out the door, he said, "You know, you can bring him home to meet us if you want."

I slammed the door and ran down the stairs.

Yeah sure, bring Dracula Jr. home to meet the parents. My dad would shoot us both and then himself.

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