My casual friend, Mike, sits with his long legs draped over the base of his bed as he proceeds to race me in the video game.
I allow myself to smell the potent blood coursing through his slim, tight, fit body. I can hear his heart in his chest beating powerful and his fibrous, corded muscles in his exposed forearms reflect his low fat and runner’s physique he’s developed over his years as a competitive runner and strict diet.
My mouth waters as I smell Mike’s virile semen, calling to me, enticing me to drink from the athlete who surprisingly trusts me to be nearby him, alone in his dormitory.
My eyes focus on the bulging veins in his large hands, vascular and beautiful with his long, slim fingers and lick my lips at the sight of the pulse of his artery while he holds the controller in his hands.
“You’re so bad at this,” Mike jokes with a confident, sexy smile, showing me his perfect teeth.
“Oh yeah?” I reply coyly and proceed to surpass him three times in a row.
“Ok, I see how it is. How about best out of three?”
“What are the prizes?”
“How about, if I win, you blow me. If you win, you can drink me.”
I smile at him, staring into his deep hazel eyes and take in his chiseled, handsome face. His heart is racing a bit, and I can smell his penis starting to harden. I’m amused that he wants it. I guess that’s why he’s been trying to get to know me.
Impressed with his primal urges compelling him to invite me into his bedroom, alone with his virile male body, I accept.
The smell of his penis hardening in his jeans makes my mouth water, I can only imagine the man’s member.
He does try to win, the thought of a vampire feasting on his precious blood, when he has no defense, was probably not a great deal to make.
I want him to offer his life’s elixir to me willingly, so I let the man win.
Mike lays down his controller and rests his hands on his knees.
“Well, I made a promise,” I say and reach over to rub his thigh, squeezing the meat of his muscled quads and feel the man’s lean thigh as I run my hand up and stroke his penis through his jeans.
Mike sucks in a breath and leans back, spreading his legs for me as I unbutton his pants, unzipping and then reach into his boxers to grab his throbbing shaft.
“Geez,” he gasps as I pump his shaft, hot and hard in my hand. I pull out his manhood. His member is long, vascular, slightly curved up and designed to give pleasure by hitting all the right places inside a lover.
The rich fluid of his precum leaks down the slit of his wide, red head and runs down his undershaft.
I admire his face as I masturbate his hard cock, slowly drawing my enclosed palm up and down the length of him as he looks at me, arousal removing his inhibitions and nervousness at a man’s touch.
I wrap my arm around his waist and grip his hips as I lean down and suck his head into my mouth, slowly slipping his penis into my mouth and begin to firmly draw my lips down his shaft.
“Fuck,” Mike gasps above me and leans back, supporting his torso on his long arms. I slip my hand up his shirt to feel his warm flesh over his narrow male hips and blow the hot male.
His reaction is wonderful, spreading his thighs more, a wanton desire to feed more of his shaft despite the fact I have him fully down my throat, throbbing with his essence as I suck and cup his balls, slowly rolling his testicles in my palm and press his taint to make him moan loudly.
“Gavin, I’m cumming,” Mike gasps and touches my head.
I’m not deterred and the sound he makes when he climaxes is something special, a shuddering, whimpering moan as his semen pumps furiously from his long penis, shooting in thick streams into my mouth and I drink every drop.
His cum is sweet, thick, hot, and thriving with Mike’s virile male essence, feeding me precious seed and primal energy while he moans and grunts, finally falling back as he holds my head and curls his long fingers into my hair.
After he softens and lays helpless on his back I drop his flaccid cock from my mouth and lick my lips while I lift his shirt and kiss his tight, slim abs, the toned muscles in his lithe frame tight and firm in his lean body.
I remove his baseball cap from his head and stroke his silky hair while admiring his chiseled, handsome face and lick my lips at the sight of the powerful pulse in his throat.
Mike’s mind is awash with the primal energy of release, he’ll never be able to react to me.
Weighing my options I grab his chin and lift up to expose his throat and my fangs ache as he groans and the sinewy fibers of his muscles bulge in his beautiful neck.
“Bite me, please,” Mike begs while he lays with his neck exposed, beautifully chiseled jaw and adam’s apple vulnerable I lean in and bite.
My fangs pierce his skin and I tap his jugular with ease as he moans and I drink mouthfuls of Mike’s hot, delicious blood as it gushes and flows out of his shredded, slim body and I drain his rich blood as he moans and writhes beneath me.
I bring him to the brink of death and pull out of his throat, licking the marks closed.
Covering his eyes with my palm I put him to sleep and completely subdue his mind.
It’s easy to enslave Mike to be my cattle. He’s definitely worth it.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c1e7a0/mike_vampire_erotica_male_vampire_male_prey
Wonderfully written. And such a hot concept. Vampires are deeply erotic, and the feast upon his cock and sexual energy is intense and compelling.