A gay sex stort: Only in the Movies
Disclaimer: There are violent scenes of Vampires feeding in this story. There is also a mild rape scene. If this offends you then please go onto another story, there are plenty of great writers here. If you read it, then you have been warned. If you like it, let me know.
“Darling, that is only in movies.” My mother had told me that repeatedly whenever I would wake up in the middle of the night screaming because I just knew there was a man floating outside my second story bedroom window “Now, go back to sleep and stop watching those horror movies at night son.”
This time it was not a movie, this time it was real. It was not a dream, I was fully awake, and there as sure as I was sitting in my bed, was a man floating outside my fourth story bedroom window. Somewhere in the back of my head came the question, is it the same man and how far can he really float like that. I looked him in the eyes and I felt compelled to go to the window.
What was I doing, in all the movies they tell you to not look into their eyes, and by no means let them into your house. Yet, here I was walking over to the window in my bare feet, feeling the tops of my pajama pants brushing over the tops of my feet.
I could feel a cold air running over my bare chest causing the small nipples to harden and feeling a sense of urgency as I placed my shaking hands on the window lock. It is a dream I thought to myself. I am just to warm and I am going to open the window a little to get some air. I am half-asleep, there is no way there is really a man floating out there. I am in a dream. I will wake up as soon as the cool air hits me.
My hands are unlocking the double windows. I am going to wake up. My hand is pushing the double windows out. I am going to wake up. He is still there as the cool air makes my body come alive. I am going to wake up. I close my eyes and reopen them. He is still there waiting, looking, grinning as I open my mouth and invite him in. Why not, after all it is just a dream right. I will wake up.
He floats closer and his booted foot touches the windowsill. I am going to wake up. He steps down off the window as I back up. My body is tingling and I am slightly aroused. Surprised I stumble backwards. This is just another dream. I will wake up with a hard on and have to relieve myself. I will wake up. A mist surrounds him and follows him in the room as he walks… nay…. glides across the carpeted floor. He is handsome, the most handsome man I have ever seen. His eyes black as coal, his smile enchanting.
Long black hair flowing down his head and over his shoulders. He is taller than I am and I have to look up just a little to see his smile enthrall me. Never have I had to look up to another man. I am frozen in my tracks; my body is shaking as his hand reaches out for me, grabbing my muscular biceps and pulls me forward without any effort at all. Did I go willingly or was he that strong? His arms are around me, embracing me as a lover and I feel my cock getting harder. What was going on? A homosexual dream?
I was getting harder and I could not resist as his mouth came upon mine. His tender lips brushing over mine. He did not even have any stubble on his face; it was smooth and creamy yet still masculine. I melted under his kiss and folded into his arms, even as my arms slide around his neck and my body pressed closer to his. Never had I been so turned on, never had I been so hard in another’s arms, let alone a man. He kisses me deeply, yet tenderly. His lips moving over my face taking care not to miss a single spot, kissing down my chin and over my throat.
I heard him growl a little and I shook harder in his arms, my head fell back and I whimpered. He laughed low. My head fell to the side, I was lost in his touch, lost in his arms, and lost in the lust I felt for him. Then it came, the searing pain, the flash of lightening behind my eyelids. My body jerking in his arms, my cock exploding with the pent up lust he created in mere minutes. Then all was black, eerily black.
No forms, no light, nothing at all. I floated, I ached, and I hungered. For what I did not know. Sinking into the darkness, I fell more and more, till the feel of hands held me and raised me higher. Urging me to open my eyes as my tongue licked over my lips. Copper? Blood? I licked at it more and felt the flow against my starving lips, I lunged and grasped onto the source vigorously sucking the succulent liquid into my mouth. I was surprised for a moment this was not making me sick.
I was surprised I hungered for it so, yet there I was drinking the copper tasting liquid down my throat and the more I drank the more I wanted the more I needed. I was happy I was held and I drank until his hands pushed me away. Sending me flying back to my bed. My eyes opened and he stood above me.
I licked my lips to get the last of it into my mouth. He began to take his coat off, then his shirt unbuttoned slowly, I saw his bare hairless chest, and I moaned. His hands went to his trousers and slowly unbuttoned them. I wanted him. I wanted to feel his body close to mine. I wanted to take him into my mouth and please him. He knelt on the bed beside me, I looked up his long strong body, and I dared to reach for him. As my fingers touched him and I felt him jerk in my hand, I looked up and whispered. “It never was a dream, was it?”
I opened my eyes and again it was dark, it took a few minutes to realize I was in my bed and the draperies were closed. I had a hunger that was gnawing at me and I moaned as I climbed out of my bed. I tried reaching for my lamp, but it was not on my stand and I half remembered it being knocked off in the middle of the night. Then it hit me. Everything about the night came rushing back to me and I placed my face in my hands.
What did this mean? Was I gay? Oh, my God I had drank his blood. My head came snapping up and it all dawned on me. No wait that had to be a dream really it had to be a dream. I was simply slipped something to make me imagine things. Yes, that was it. In fact, maybe the whole thing could be considered a rape. Yet I yearned for him even as I thought about it. I stood up, went to the drapes to open them, and jumped as a hand grabbed my wrist.
Good evening.
I turned towards the voice and suddenly felt him against me once more and I was trapped again. I tried to speak but my lips would not move and no words would gather voice. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead.
You are weak. You need to feed. Come, get dressed.
Mindlessly I put my clothes on. The same I had the night before, my black jeans and white muscle shirt and grabbed my leather jacket, stumbling as I slid my feet into my boots and followed him out into the night. I was so close to him as we walked down the hall I could feel his body, heat. No, he did not have any body heat per se. I shook my head, I knew what he was and I knew what I was now, but I could not think about it right then. I had to follow him and that was the only thing that mattered. I was starving and he would help me. He would take care of me.