Date: Fri, 2 Dec 2005 20:58:56 EST
From: Adonisart1@aol.com
Subject: Undercover cops- epoisode 1 - night stalkers

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Undercover cops- epoisode 1 - night stalkers


As I stood in line waiting to get into the club, my flesh, as if  dipped in
liquid nitrogen, became inflexible and lifelessly
frozen.  The frigid night air was chilling me to the very marrow of my
bones.  The slight breeze was sending the sunset colored
autumn leaves airborne and they seemed to be dancing to the echoing beats
that shook the walls of the club.  That same beat
was inspiring bodies to grind and gyrate in erotic pleasures on the dance
floor.
 For three weeks now, I had been working this undercover alley detail  beside
a gay establishment called "Club Colors"
and during that time, I made twenty-seven arrests of various individuals:
johns, prostitutes, dealers, and pimps.  This alley was a
bustling center of activity, constantly moving from sunset to  sunrise.
While I would like to brag about my arrest record and how
proud the captain is of me, and how much I am enjoying this - I  can't.
Being out there, night after night, for hours on end, prancing
up and down the cold secretive streets while wearing those ball busting
daisy dukes was a bitch!  You know, at first I racked my
brain trying to figure out why the captain selected me for this  assignment.
In all honesty though I knew up front why; since junior
high school I have had had this kind of sex appeal that attracts both women
and men and that for this assignment, my sex appeal
was being put to use by the police force.  I was there to not only  curb the
amount of illegal sexual activity and drug sales but to find
out why several male prostitutes mysteriously disappeared and then
reappeared weeks later drained of blood.
 In my usually predictable manner, I arrived on the scene around  eleven.
Having first gone through my transformation
from being a suit and tie clad detective to a five foot eleven, half-naked
sexual magnet.  I had never been one to flaunt my
sensuality but as I said, since early adolescence when I blossomed into an
African ebony prince, all the girls and more guys than
you'd imagine started making sexual advances.  Being the shy kid in my
classes, I usually kept to my self. That did not stop
people from approaching me and asking me to go out with them or the
occasional blunt offers; "Will you fuck me?", or "Can I suck
your dick?"
 I kept my virginity intact, despite the frequent temptations, until  my
junior year.  My shyness and my virginity both
disappeared when David Michaels captain of the baseball team, of all  people,
asked me to tutor him in algebra.  Having tutored
him for two months, I remember how happy he was when he passed his midterm
and would be able to remain on the baseball
team.  His way of thanking me was interesting.  He first gave me  a friendly
hug and a gift certificate for some cologne. It then
progressed to a back rub, a massage, and finally a kiss and even more
intimate contact.  As we got naked and he pulled my
pants down, my dick flopped out of my fruit of the looms.  I remember  how
enamored he was by the sight of my dick as it hung
freely.
"Damn Sean, you got a big dick on you...  I have seen you in the  locker room
hiding in the corner.  I thought your shit must have
been small.  Why you holding out on people?  You should be  slinging this
meat like your dick's name is Mike Tyson, knocking
people out!
 David was the first to actually remove an article of clothing and I  don't
remember what initiated such a bold move.  I do
remember the sight of David stripping, slowly and seductively, out of his
clothes.  I remember how good he looked, standing there
as the soft lights from his bedroom lamp shone on his light caramel colored
flesh.  I remember how much I had waited for this
moment.  Since my first glance of him in gym class, his body, like he  had
just stepped out of one of those men's fitness
magazines, was the object of my fantasies.  I don't know what I loved  most,
looking at his chest, abs, thighs, calves or that long
flaccid cock that hung low between his legs.  Yeah I think it was that  third
leg that was swinging side to side as he confidently
walked naked through the locker room.  As he stood in front of me, I  dropped
to my knees and my mouth began to water.  I
became mesmerized.  I watched his breathtakingly gorgeous body stride  closer
to me.  My eyes then became fixated on his cock
as is slowly began to get closer and harder.  Once it was fully erect  and
within reach, I could no longer refrain from what I wanted
to do since our tutoring began.  I touched him and I opened my mouth  and
allowed him to enter.  The heat and musky smell of his
manhood made me drunk with excitement as I sucked him until he erupted down
my esophagus several times.  His cum was
sweet and I savored every drop of it.  Even though our tutoring ended,  our
friendship and our little rendezvous continued
throughout our senior year.  Had we not gone to different colleges,  there is
no doubt in my mind that we would have stayed
together longer.
 Last, I heard David was a schoolteacher in Texas, had three adopted
children, and was happily married to a guy
named Karl.  I on the other hand, remained on the DL.  My desire  to be in
crime enforcement kept me in the closet.  The
establishment, frowned upon the whole gay thing - "Don't ask - Don't  tell."
  Occasionally, to keep them off my back, I dated and
even fucked the sisters of a few other officers, who came onto me at  various
functions.  For the sake of appearances, I had to
maintain my rep of being a lady's man.  And thank goodness I had that  rep
because when this male prostitution thing was
assigned to me, my reputation as a Don Juan who could knock the pussy out
was that image that prevented the guys from
ragging me as much as they could have.
 Movies and TV shows make this shit look glamorous or fun and  exciting,
truth is undercover jobs can be fucked up,
and shitty as hell.  For a little over three weeks, I spent each night
pacing up and down Franklin Ave., pacing in the chilled night
air, waiting for a car to slow down and for the driver to signal me  over.
It was there, I remember, that my entire life changed.
There I was, pacing up and down the dark streets, as usual.  Nothing
happened for about the first two hours of my shift and I was
growing frustrated and horny.  As the other guys walked around, I  couldn't
help but look at their tight little asses and their bulging
crotches.  The hip-hop trade was making my dick especially hard.   They
strutted around in their over-sized, hanging off the ass,
jeans.  I hadn't seen any dicks or asses in a month and I was starting  to
ache; looking at all this eye candy waiting and ready to
be eaten, was making my bone harder than those little ass shorts were
willing to accommodate.  I was awakened from my lust
filled daydreams when I spotted a limo rounding the corner of Franklin and
Grace.  My first thought was, this poor guy was lost.  A
lot of people often found themselves lost while trying to find the  Jefferson
hotel.  I naturally figured that was the case here since
seeing a stretched limo in this block was not the norm.  I quickly  realized
that it was not a wrong turn that landed them there.  The
car drove slowly down the road with a purpose, a calculated  intention.
Someone in that vehicle was cruising the guys.  I watched,
as the hull of its ominous blue-green exterior reflected the  streetlights.
The slow moving predator seemed to glow as it prowled
for victims.
 The metallic creature continued its slow, late night, creep. The guys  in
their usual drug induced stupor, raced towards
the car - "Where there is a limo there is cash" - their obvious  thought.  I
probably should have mirrored their behavior, so as not to
stand out. By the time I realized it however, the car was slowing to a  stop.
 The driver's side window descended and the mass of
cash horny hoes ran quickly to the window.  As quickly as they  surrounded
the window making it disappear, something made
them scatter.  The actions resembled roaches; it was like when you  turn on
the kitchen lights and the scavenging insects flee.  Not
only did they move away form the car but they withdrew into the background,
as if afraid of something.  Then a voice...
"You...," the deep baritone voice beckoned me.
"Approach."
 I hesitated.  My cop instincts told me not to go but something  deeper urged
me forward.  Systematically, one slow
tentative step at a time, I approached.  The scornful comments of the  not so
lucky, hatful bitches, didn't even register in my
conscious mind.  I do however remember hearing them chide from the
background.  The backbiting from these scornful hoes is
what was making this investigation a curious one.  In reality, it  could have
been anyone of the prostitutes who was committing the
murders.  Maybe one of them saw it as a way to remove the  competition.  Then
again, something in my gut told me that this limo
could be the source of the disappearances.  Maybe that's why my inner  voice
initially urged me to call for back up.  Ignoring the
voice of reason, I approached the window; as I leaned forward to peer into,
the scent of roses overwhelmed me.  A sweet smell
that made me reminiscent of my grandmother's rose garden and the sea of red
roses that engulfed her casket at the funeral.  I
was lost in memory until he spoke again.
"You are desired."
"What...?"  I approached the driver's window and tried to get him to
clarify what he wanted.
 Before I could peer into the dark interior, the passenger door  opened.
"Get in.", a second voice, more haunting than the first, beckoned.
 I moved from the driver's window to the opened door and attempted to  look
in.  The interior, like a black hole, was
swallowing all of the lights.  I strained my eyes in an attempt to see  who
had beckoned me to enter.  No matter how hard I looked,
there was nothing: no one was there that I could see.  Again, that  deep,
sultry, baritone voice...
"Get in."
 I somehow felt compelled to obey, despite my instincts to tell him to  fuck
off and call back up to rush the vehicle.  I
opened the door wider and as I spoke, the darkness within the car seemed to
be siphoning off the lights from the street.  Ignoring
my instincts, I stepped in.  Once the door closed,  nothingness...engulfed
me!  The empty void of the darkness surrounded,
penetrated, and restrained me.  The car pulled off and for the first  time, I
felt a hint of fear.
"Relax."
 I have no idea how long we had been driving or how far we  drove.  I sat
there floating in a state of sense deprivation;
even the sound of my beating heart disappeared into the silence.  That  scent
of roses that I had noticed earlier had even
vanished.  I myself seemed to disappear and cease to be.  I was  lost in a
sea of non-existence.  The sudden jolt of the door
opening sent a rush of reality back at me as my senses came back alive and
damn near gave me a heart attack.  We had
apparently arrived at our destination.
 Stepping from the car and unable to assimilate the onslaught of  lights,
sounds, scents, and sensations of the air on my
skin, I fell backwards.  Before crashing to the ground, I was taken  hold of.
 I tried to look up, to see whose arms were holding me
up.  The man who "desired" me, helped me to regain my footing rather
quickly and before I could see his face, he began walking
towards the house.  I looked around, like a good detective, trying to  get a
feeling for my location.  I would have to describe my
location, if I made a call for back up.  There were no major  landmarks, the
mansion, which was more like a castle, was situated in
what appeared to be a forest; a deep sea of blackness.  Hundreds of  these
tall dark sentinels guarded it; their branches
stretched out, warding off all intruders, including the light of the stars
and moon above.
 The driver coughed.  That was my signal to stop taking in the  landscape.  I
politely nodded and smiled.
My own smiling and  nodding reflection greeted me on the window, as it rolled
up and the car drove  off down the driveway.
Feeling a little like an ass, I turned and jogged to catch my illusive  host,
just as he reached the huge oak door.  Slowly, it swung
open and we entered.  The butler, a gaunt Asian man with an empty
emotionless mannequin like expression, took our coats. My
host turned and walked down a long corridor and without looking back, waved
his hand, beckoning me to follow.  After walking
down a few hallways, we turned and entered a living room that was damn near
the size of a basketball court.  It was then that the
grandeur of this place hit me.
"Your house is beautiful."
"I know."
"Arrogant bastard." I thought to myself.  "He could have said thank  you."
 If had I been interested in him, that would have been considered  strike
one.  I continued to follow him as he walked to
the sofa.  Now was my chance to see his face, the last piece to the  puzzle.
He stood approximately five eleven and was a good
one ninety pounds, at least.  Long thin golden tipped dreadlocks  crowned his
head.  He was fashionably dressed in a Dolce and
Gabana suit, obviously tailored specifically for him. The dark red wine
colored silk shirt clung tightly to his broad chest and large
erect nipples.  Even his rock solid six-pack was visible.  The  black
gabardine dress slacks he wore were a perfect fit; they
accentuated his tight round ass and thick firm thighs.  He reminded me  of
David in many ways.  From tight baseball player's
physique to the visible bulge, those pants could not hide.  My mouth
moistened in lustful anticipation of deep-throating a dick that
big.
"Please have a seat."
 As I sat, he continued to speak.
"What's your name?"
"Sean.", I answered honestly for some odd reason, rather than giving my
street alias.
"Welcome to my home Sean.  I am called by many names, the one I  prefer; my
birth name is Marquis Devaroix."
"Hello Mr. Devaroix.  It is a pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise, but please call me Marquis.  There is no need for such
formalities between us."
 His voice offered a strange comfort and the more he spoke, the more  my
fears and apprehensions melted away.  I
knew, however, that something was not what it seemed to be.  The  detective
in me was vigilant and on guard.
"Marquis, may I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"Why am I hear.  I mean why did you pick me up?"
"My young friend..."
 He looked younger or at least as old as me and yet he referred to me  as his
young friend, how odd.
"…You ask questions to which you already know the answers.  However, I
shall humor your inquiry.  I am attracted to you, just as
you are now feeling attracted to me."
 His candor was beginning to titillate me.  He had this air of  sensuality
that exuded from him like cologne.  When I tried
to hide my blushing smile, he said something that I would never have  antic
ipated.
"You would like me to think you are not attracted to me but do not waste  the
time to lie.  I know that the feelings are mutual.  The
rushing waves of blood surging to your manhood betray you."
 It was true; my dick had begun to get hard as I anticipated his  answer to
my question.  I diverted my thoughts so that
nothing all could be detected; I wondered how he knew.  My police  instincts
were screaming at m - Telling me that I needed to
leave.  In reply, I told my instinct to shut the hell up for a minute;  I
needed to feel the touch of a man again and Marquis Devaroix
was the best candidate to fulfill my needs.  Before I could speak,  Marquis
stood and for a moment remained perfectly still,
motionless as if he had turned to stone.  My beating heart, quickened.  Now,
what I had tried before to hide could not be hidden as
blood was surging to my engorged cock.  The rushing swoosh of blood  through
my veiny dick seemed to attract Marquis'
attention.  Looking ever so attentively at my erect dick he smiled  before he
redirected his gaze upwards and looked deeply into
my eyes.
 His dark bronze complexion, velvety and smooth like Swiss chocolate,
beckoned to be attended to by my tongue.
Having flung the shirt on the couch behind him, his exposed chest was more
succulent than I had imagined.  His large dark erect
nipples jutting out from his body and wanted to be licked, sucked, and
nibbled on and I wanted to give them the attention they
desired.
"Come to me Sean." his words entered directly into my mind rather than
through my ears.
 I walked into his arms and fell hypnotically into the soft enveloping
comfort.  His hands began to caress my upper back
as he leaned closer and lightly began kissing my forehead, chin, and  cheek.
His hands moved lower and lower.  My ass, finally
was being held by a man again; firmly in hands that were stronger than any  I
have ever felt and yet equally as gentle.  He pulled
me closer.  Our groins pressed firmly together.  I could feel the  mass of
his manhood pressing against my cock and mid-thigh.  I
could tell that he was by far the largest I had ever felt.  I wondered  if I
could accommodate a dick that big!
 I looked around nervously and wondered about the butler or some other
servant who may pop in.  Marquis, felt my
anxiety, and peered into my eyes and embraced my soul.
"Sean, I have waited for someone like you for a long time."
 I parted my lips in preparation to ask him a question but was shocked  into
silence.  His hand waved in front of me and
my shirt vanished in a wisp of smoke.  Marquis then leaned in and  began
licking my bare chest.  His strangely cool breath
caressed my body as his tongue traced a path around my nipples.  A  series of
tremors was set into motion and buckled my
knees.  He caught me in his arms yet again and he began to lick my  neck,
softly tickling me with his tongue around my neck and
ear lobe before taking the southern route again.  He licked downwards  from
my neck to my tight six-packed abs and even lower;
to my waistband.  Slowly, he unzipped my jeans. My erect manhood,  sprung
free and without hesitation was engulfed.  The feeling
of his tongue, as it encircled my glans, cast a spell on my body as it fell
into erotic, pre-orgasmic seismic convulsions!  My hands
took firm hold of his head as I was being swallowed, completely  engulfed.
Soon, I was no longer getting head but was fucking
his face!
 After a few thrusts of my dick down his open throat, I felt a sharp  pain.
It was a piercing bite at the base of my shaft.
The pain shocked me yet did not reduce the tantalizingly pleasurable
sensation of having my fucking dick sucked to the balls!  My
eyes rolled backwards.  My body went limp and I blacked out.  I  slept
throughout the night and most of the next day.  I slowly
regained consciousness.  There I was still naked, lying on his  bed.  The
sheets, like whipped satin, were erotically soothing
against my naked body.  As the sun disappeared totally from sight and  only
darkness remained, I looked up at the silhouette of a
fully naked man standing out on the balcony.  Marquis turned to face  me and
without walking, seemed to have floated to the foot
of the bed.  There he stood and as he glared down upon me, he licked  his
lips.  He made a small gesture with his right hand and
a hip-hop house beat to begin playing in the background.
 Covered in a slight sheen of sweat, his body glistened.  A  golden aura
surrounded him as he began to dance.  For the
first time this evening, I could really admire how attractive well he was,  a
perfect male specimen.  Every muscle group perfectly
defined as if cast in bronze.  He was what all men wanted to be,  powerful,
strong, rich, attractive, sexy and desirable.  I looked
him over, from head to toe, debating on what part was the best, as if such  a
thing could be determined.  As he continued to
gyrate to the pounding musical beat, my gazing eyes soon settled on, not
necessarily the most politically correct thing but it was
the most beautiful.  I watched it bounce and slap against his thick  thighs.
Every so often, when he would do some energetic
dance move, it would slap his stomach and damn near his chest!  Still  soft,
the loud slapping, as his dance paced quickened,
was sure sign of how heavy a dick he carrying.  Marquis continued to  dance;
he gyrated to the mysterious rap music, which
seemed to emanate from the very walls.
"Do you like what you see?" he seductively asked me.  I nodded.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he boldly asked.  Again, I nodded  without
realizing what I was saying.
 The speed at which he dove into the air was unbelievably  incredible.  Of
equal amazement was how gently he landed
on top of me.  His soft sweaty dick, as he laid on me, was weighing  heavily
against my firm nine-inch piece of prime police dick.
His arms, as if about to do a push up, held him above me.  He looked  into my
eyes and for a second I felt as if I were looking into
his soul.  Into a place where I could not only see his past and his  present
but also his emotional torment.  I grew scared.
"Sean, do not be afraid.  I would not harm you.  I have wanted  you since I
first saw you in high school."
"High school?" I retorted back, now more confused then scared.
"Remember your senior fashion show?" I nodded yet unsure how he knew about
that event or where he was going with this
speech.  For a minute, the sexual tension eased.
"Do you recall the announcement that a gracious benefactor had not only
written a check to meet that evening's goal dollar
amount but that the man also donated another fifty thousand dollars on top
of that?"
"That was you?"
"Yes that was me.  Moreover, I did it, because of you.  From the  first time
you stepped out on stage in those baggy Fubu jeans,
with your open denim jacket, showing your firm abs and well developed  chest,
I knew my search had ended."
"But how can you...uhh, we're about the same age, aren't we...?"
"I want you to stay with me...," he said in what almost sounded like a  plea.
 I had no idea how this man could have been the rich benefactor from  when I
was high school.  How could he bee the
same man while remaining so young in appearance?  Despite the mystery,  I
prepared to acknowledge that I too wanted to be
with him.  Before I could speak, he uttered three final yet powerful
syllables.
"...forever." I felt his dick begin to rise as he whispered that single
word off his wet glistening lips with such passion and love.
 Still lying on my back, I closed my eyes as Marquis gently lifted off  me.
I felt his right hand take my left leg by the ankle;
followed by the right ankle.  I allowed him to lift my legs, placing  them on
his shoulders.  Having my legs parted and my rosebud
exposed, I felt vulnerable and yet I could feel my tender tight pucker
getting wet in anticipation of having that, now erect, twelve-
inch monster enter my deepest recesses.  He moved closer to me and I  felt
his bulbous head, leaking with precum touch my
asshole.  He pressed and there was pain the likes of which I cannot  begin to
explain.  It felt like someone had taken a hot curling
iron and tried to use it as a dildo on me!  Once that first blast of  pain
subsided, I relaxed my muscles and he continued his
entrance.  Inch by inch, Marquis continued to dive deeper and deeper  until
finally his balls were resting against my ass and his
manhood rested against my prostate.  Those pre-orgasmic shivers, once  again,
ran throughout my body.
 His pelvic bone rested against my ass cheeks and his dark, curly,  patch of
hair over his dick, tickled my hole.  He was
buried in me deeper than I thought could be possible.  He leaned  forward to
kiss me, pushing my knees near my face, thank God
I was flexible.  Slowly he began pumping.  The initial cautious  pace soon
yielded to faster, more powerful thrusts.  The soft gentle
pressure of his cock tickling my prostate became a harder and more forceful
pummeling.  He was tearing my ass to pieces and
that shit felt good!  I had never achieved orgasm by having someone  fuck me
but I could tell that if Marquis continued in like
manner to wear my ass out, I would release!
 His ravaging rhythm slowed occasionally and he would lean in to kiss  my
lips and nuzzling my neck.  I looked into his
eyes and saw a deep sorrow.  Behind those hazel eyes that held me
spellbound, hid a tortured soul.  Again, without words, his
thoughts penetrated my mind as deeply as his cock was penetrating  below.
"Sean, I have something to give you but I am not certain if  uhh...  you must
want It.", his thoughts frantically raced through my head.
"Give it to me.", I replied before taking the time to think or ask what the
secretive something was.
 Looking down upon me, Marquis smiled and as usual, that beautifully
contagious smile made me smile back at him.
He smiled even wider and in doing so, revealed two abnormally long  incisors.
 As quickly as I noticed them, they disappeared
into the soft flesh just below the curve of my left jaw.  Our minds  still
linked, Marquis reveled in his domination of my will and now
my soul.  He had waited for so long to have someone to love and to  love him
back.  I could feel it, my life being sucked away,
drop by precious drop flowing from my jugular down his throat.  My  body
began growing cold.  The nerve endings of my body
increased in sensitivity and everything became heightened.  He  continued to
drink my blood as each stroke of his blood
engorged jackhammer piled deeper and deeper into me; ripples of ecstasy,
like the waves of an ocean, traversed my body.
"Sean come to me.", he whispered into my mind as he continued to  drink.
 Had I wanted to resist, there was no strength, physical or  mental.  I had
never imagined that such pleasure was
possible.  I reached around with the last of my strength and firmly  grabbed
him by the ass and pulled him to me.  I pulled him
deeper, as far into me as possible.  With the last precious drop of my  blood
drained, he began to release a torrent of his fluids
into the inner caverns of my ass.  My prostate swam in the cold river  of
semen was filling me.  He released blasts of cum so
forceful that I could taste it as he injected my lower intestines with his
chilled essence. The feeling of his cock, which doubled in
size as he unleashed his juices, was the catalyst that triggered my own  cock
into orgasmic shock.  I also released my seed in a
splash of unified passion.  Now empty of both my blood and my cum, my  body's
tremors slowly subsided, as did my breathing
and the beat of my heart.  In that, my most satisfying sexual  experience
ever, I died.
"Sean, sleep my love.  When you awake you will be transformed." His  was the
last voice I remembered feeling within my mind as I
crossed into the realm of death and shadows.
 I could describe the time that I was gone as days or years.  In  reality, I
have no idea how long I had laid in wait from the
time I passed to the day he called me and I slowly awoke.
"Sean, it is time my love.  It is time for you to celebrate the gift I  have
given you."
 Slowly I opened my eyes.  Everything, though dimly lit, seemed  brightly,
more vivid, and more colorful than ever before.
I stood from the soft surface of the silk blanket.  My body rose,
effortlessly, as I began to levitate.  The air carried scents I had
never smelled before and the flesh of my naked body felt alive in a way  that
I can only describe as phenomenally superhuman.
With some sort of radar like awareness, I could literally feel the objects
in the room.  I gracefully floated towards the balcony and
while looking at the darkness with my new eyes, I felt his presence
materialize behind me.
 My initial thought was to ask what he had done to me but why ask what  I
already knew.  Marquis, the lonely man with
the soft eyes had killed many of the other street walkers as a means of
survival.  All the while, keeping his eyes on me and
waiting for the time to lure me to him to take the gift and be  transformed.
"Sean, for more years than I care to recall, I have waited for someone like
you my love.  I have waited for the one who would be
my eternal love.  Now, that wait has ended!"
 I was dumbfounded.  Here I was, a cop sent out to catch and if  necessary
kill this man who had been preying on
people over the past few weeks, which in reality had been for centuries in
various cities, states and countries.  Rather than arrest
him, I had allowed him to fuck me and kill me and turn into what he was - a
vampire.
 Marquis, slowly closed the distance between us as I turned to face  him he
continued to walk closer to me until our
semi-erect cocks gently brushed one another.  In seconds, we both  stood at
full attention.  He reached out, grabbed me with his
right hand, and spun me a full hundred and eighty.  His firm dick  rested in
the warm crack of my ass.  Both of his hands grabbed
me by the waist and pushed me, forcing me to bend at the waist, making my
asshole more accessible.  As a night stalker, pain
no longer carried the significance it once had.  Knowing that, he  impaled
me.  His massive hard stake of a dick, which my small
clenching sphincter could never have resisted, plunged deep inside of  me!
 Feeling my flesh rip to accommodate his massive girth, I let out a  scream!
As much as it hurt in that initial instant, the
pain yielded to immense pleasure.  I stood upright, still impaled and  threw
my head back. Marquis reached around and placed
one hand on my chest and the other took hold of my cock, which he slowly
began to fondle.  My toes curled and grasped for the
floor which was no longer beneath me.  With his cock still buried deep
within me, Marquis begun to levitate us of the ground.  We
hovered nearly fifteen feet off the floor.  There in mid air, he began  the
slow repeated rhythm of withdrawing his dick and then just
before it could spring free he pushed it back, deep inside of me.   With the
new heightened senses I had, the rhythm of him
fucking me was almost unbearably pleasurable.
"Fuck me...Ohhhhh shit… Marquis... hhhh...." I began to plead.  I  wanted
more of his cock inside of me, his now hot immortal
juices pumped into me!  "...Marquis, I...ahhhh baby fuck me!"
 Faster, we spun in the air and faster he pounded and ravaged  me.  That
extra large vampire cock had found its long
sought after home and Marquis was making sure my ass knew it belonged to
him!
"Ohhh fuckkkkk, Marquis ohh ohhhh ohhhhhhh!" I screamed out like a banshee
as I sprayed my first jet of nut into the air.  The next
two long spurts sent raindrops of semen falling to the floor as my balls
emptied their reservoir of passion.
"Sean, I ahhhhh, ohhh Sean.... Damnnnn, I'm cumming!!   Ahhhhhh!!"
 Marquis' cock swelled and after one more wet thrust into me, he began  to
shoot his load.  Several loads of cum coated
my hot musky rectum until his seed began to leak out from around his dick,
still buried balls deep in my ass.  He pulled out, still
busting that hot nut all over my back and ass.  Wet and covered in  Marquis'
cum, he took me in his arms.  We embraced.  Glued
together, we kissed feverishly and fucked twice more before daybreak.   As
vampires, our sexual hunger never waned nor did the
number of times we could cum!  The sun began to move through the  heavens
making itself visible on our side of the world and
with its rise, we made our descent into the darkness of his private
mausoleum; beneath the basement.  As we lay in his coffin
spooning, his cock still hard pressed firmly against my moist, still hungry
ass I wondered as I drifted off to sleep, "I Wonder if the
captain will let me change my schedule and work all night shifts from now on?"