I’m not sure what we called it back then. I think it was “being dirty” was what it meant to be gay. And it certainly shocked me that my brother was it! And let’s not forget James. Oddly enough, the first thought that came to mind was that James could do better than my brother. He was handsomer, richer, and certainly much nicer. He could even have me if he wanted!
Now that thought led to an interesting experiment. Henry still pleaded in his sleep for James to suck his cock, to “drain me of my life juices.” I may not be James, but I had been doing just that for about six days now. Now, I was going to try it another way.
I did not need to peel off a lot of clothing as my brother did was many people would not admit to during the warm, early-autumn months which was sleep nude. Well, almost nude. He kept on a pair of light underpants. Today’s underwear is sexy and creative, but in those days you might as well have worn light sweatpants to bed.
I had already tossed off the blanket so I could drain my brother without getting uncomfortable – drinking blood always made me feel very hot, alive, and turned on in several ways. I had always wondered why my cock would harden, because even though my brother was what you would call attractive, with his curly blonde hair and blue, ‘bedroom’ eyes and slender body, he was just too mean to be me to be attractive.
Tonight, though, I was going to explore in a different way. Without any suspense or ritual, I just pulled off his pajama pants. There it was, a throbbing hard member. It was fat and hefty, so it just laid against his stomach and thats why it never stuck out. It was only about six inches, but fat, and covered in shimmering blonde pubic hairs. My brother was about nineteen, so you can imagine how much more developed he was than I.
I touched his cock, and it almost burned my already flaming hot hand. I gripped it and was immediately enthralled with the feeling of blood coursing through it. Had he been awake while I was sucking his blood from his body, and his dick was this hard, he would have been dizzy indeed. I was mentally smacking myself senseless for not having thought to drain him from here before.
“Oh please, James, don’t tease me,” he pleaded softly in his sleep. Because of my control, he was caught in a dream and could not wake up. He was at the mercy of my hand… my mouth… my mind.
I knelt down, my fangs retracted and his previous opening closed before even a drop could escape, and stuck out my tounge. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting it to taste like, but I wasn’t expecting… ambrosia – food of the gods. For the first time, there was something I loved about my brother – his cock.
I sucked his fat, pink head into my mouth. Being from a Christian family (hah!) and from that time, he was uncircumsized. Being nobility, he was thoroughly cleaned and I had no idea that crust and cheese could develop inside of the folds of skin that could cover this delicious, spongy head. Because of this good fortune, my first time working my tongue into a stretchy, tasty foreskin was a clean experience.
Vampires aren’t dead, not at all. Therefore, we are indeed plagued by things like gag reflexes. I could only take the head and about two more inches of my brother’s fat, unbelievably delicious cock before I would gag. My throat just wasn’t big enough. So for almost an hour, I sucked and slurped, licked and tasted, and even nibbled on this beautiful organ of my brother’s. He begged and pleaded with James to finish him off, but this James wasn’t as kind as the other. I wanted this to last.
I had every intention of sucking the blood straight out of my brother’s slab that I could barely wrap my thirteen-year-old hand around, but it came to me that I should do it now. And so, I let the meat falll and slap down on my brother’s flat stomach, exposing the huge vein on the underside.
As always, without waiting and without mercy, I drove my fangs into my brother. Of course, all he felt was pure pleasure as I sucked his blood. The blood tasted no different, but the taste of his cock around it added a whole new dimension to my feeding.
Quickly, his cock deflated. I had enough sense not to drain it too much, or else I might not be able to heal it. The wounds closed and not a single drop of blood spilled on the bedspread. My lips were ruby red like an overly done whore, and his cock was covered with that redness, as if my thickly layered lipstick had gotten all over my prized trophy. I slowly licked his softened cock clean, while Henry whined in his sleep. He did not get release, but he was getting an all new hardon.
I thought that my brother had given me something beautiful – a whole new life. Something altogether brand new to explore for another whole week before I had to leave, and then with anyone I chose afterwards. So I gobbled up as much of his pulsing manhood and set to work sucking with all of my might – which with my recent considerable practice upon his poor circulatory system, that was some might.
It took only minutes before this hot, sweet-tasting flesh began to expand and pulse.
His cock truly tasted of ambrosia, the most delicious thing in all of existance. So, when his cum sprayed into my mouth, filling it before I swallowed greedily, I can only say it tasted like a miracle. Sweet, strong, smooth, with a hint of salt like a rich pasta glaze. Perhaps I am from France or Italy, because the smooth, sweet creaminess of alfredo sauce is the closest thing to how good and delicious THIS life juice was. Now I why even if my brother was the cruellest asshole on earth, James would still be on his knees servicing this manhood.
My brother was sexually sated, but I was not. I had not even had my fill of blood, but I did need my sleep so I cleaned up and set my brother to rights, and slipped off into my room.
My smaller cock was relatively thick, uncut, and about five inches long – it looked a lot like my brother’s which made me all the happier to jerk it off to the point where I let out the greatest orgasm and amount of cum I had yet in my young stages of puberty. Using my finger, I tasted my cum. In the back of my mind, I had a theory. I had tasted my cum before – but I was not a Vampire yet. I was not thrilled, but not disgusted with it. Tasting it now, it was a totally new, almost spicy flavor – totally different from my brother’s, but still just as delicious.
I figured that being a Vampire had changed my tastes, and as I learned throughout my long life, if it was what my body, mind, or spirit craved or needed, my Vampiric instincts would make me crave it, desire it, and love it if I tasted it.
The story I mentioned in the beginning is not this story. You have to understand my origin, before I tell you of the many… “victims” I have drained in more ways than one over the past five hundred years or so.
In my next tale, I will tell you of the last encounter I will have with my brother… and my first and not the last encounter I will have with the beautiful, kind, (and I’m certain – delicious!) James.