Bulge, Taunting, New Orleans, Vampire
“You came,” he said, in that low, velvety growl of his. I gasped and spun around. There he stood, naked from the waist up, and with his trousers completely undone. He was leaning in the open doorway of the crypt, the one he had designated as our rendezvous point. I had only turned away for a moment, and in that moment, when my back was to the structure, I heard his voice. I turned, and he was there. He was smiling slyly, caressing the rusted ironwork around the gate. He looked at me, or more aptly put, through me, in me…and a chill went through me. Those eyes. Those beautiful eyes. How they seemed to glow like fiery blue jewels. For a moment, I had the image of a bird caught in the hypnotizing gaze of a snake, but then I was lost in their deep, icy, blueness. Etiquette precluded me from staring at any part of him, although that’s what I longed to do, so I tore my gaze from his and looked at the ground. If he had asked me, at first, what I wanted of him, I would have answered that I wanted to stare at him, I wanted to look at him, I wanted to give in to the desperate longing to feast my eyes on him.
At the party last night, I saw him as a burly, bear of a man, a handsome man, even though the taper of his tuxedo jacket was novel to me. How could someone be that broad in the shoulders and deep in the chest, and yet have a waist so small? When he sat, he was unabashedly informal; jacket unbuttoned, legs spread wide, and absolutely no one could tear their eyes away from the thing straining at the crotch of his pants. There was a moment of silence, and then someone had broken the shock with nervous banter. Every so often I would glance his way, and he would be looking at me.
Now, shirtless, I could see that he did not possess the thick body of a bull, but the body of a Greek god. The masculinity of other men glowed within them like a candle. The lucky ones flared like fire. He stood there like the sun in my eyes, overpowering in his presence, stripping any semblance of cool self-restraint like a snowflake in a wildfire. His shoulders were massive. His arms had a deadly kind of strength about them. His huge, hairy chest pulled at me. I wanted to touch it, stroke it, caress it, feel it, rub my face on it, rub my cock on it, rub my whole body on it. And between his legs hung the most awesome specimen of manhood I had ever seen. My hands were drawn to it. I wanted to fall to my knees and kiss it, worship it, take it within me in every way possible and lose myself in the slow, rhythmic rocking of his hips. I'd told myself that I would explore him with at least a modicum of self-control, but right now I was one step short of frenzy. I wanted to tear at his pants like a child tears open a Christmas present.
“Yes, I came,” I said.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t.”
“I’ve been thinking of nothing else all day.”
“I hope you don’t mind me being partially undressed.”
“No. Not at all!” I said. “But…”
“I was sort of hoping I could take your shirt off myself.”
‘Well, that can be arranged.”
I moaned. My voice shook. “Ohhhhh. You’re so beautiful.”
He laughed. “Thank you. So are you.” He licked his lips.
I could do nothing but breathe as though I was suffocating. Finally, I said: “I can’t delay this any longer. I have to tell you something.”
“I…I’m not sure I want to do th–“
“I’m afraid we won’t be able to go to the old mill, as planned,” he said.
“That’s all right…because, you see–“
“The miller is up and about tonight,” he said, “and I do like to do it…with privacy.”
“The miller? I thought the miller was dead.”
He stopped to think for a moment. “Oh. That’s right. I meant…his successor.”
“I have to tell you something,” I said again. “I–“
“Are you cold?” He asked.
“Your knees are shaking.”
“They are?” I felt foolish. My knees were shaking. My voice was shaking. My hands were trembling.
He looked down and moved his leg languorously back and forth, disturbing the mist that hugged the ground. “Strange to see a fog on so warm a night.”
“Y-yes,” I stammered. “It appeared quite suddenly…just a minute ago.”
“Oh? Did it?”
“Just a minute ago. It was quite…strange.”
“There are lots of beautifully strange things in these parts. Alligator eyes glowing just above the water. Will-o’-the-wisps in the bayous.”
“Why are you standing way over there?” he asked with a smile. “Come closer.” And then his tone turned more plaintive. “Please.”
I took a few steps closer. “Please…I…I have to tell you something.”
“I know. You’re nervous. You’ve never done it with a man before.”
“Yes. And I’ve decided that tonight just isn’t–“
“That’s perfectly natural, and you’re very fortunate that I find first-timers especially attractive. We’ll take our time. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
“What I’d like to do is maybe talk first. Perhaps tomorrow. A luncheon meeting perhaps.”
“Oh,” he said. “I’m afraid that would be difficult.”
“Well…” he sighed. “I’ve developed a rather decadent habit.”
“I’m fortunate enough to be…popular…with many of the wealthy families here in New Orleans, and they’re fond of giving rather lavish dinner parties regularly. They last well into the night. By the time I get home, it’s nearly dawn, so I sleep most of the day, sometimes until the late afternoon, and I begin my day at what most people consider suppertime.”
“I’m a night owl.” He winked.
He scratched his chest, and my mind spun as though in a whirlpool. We all spin fantasies, but seldom do they unravel so out of control. I wanted to shove him to the ground, rip off his pants, and ravage him.
“You were saying something.”
“Oh! Yes. I was saying that…I don’t think that I can do it. Tonight. I need more time.”
“This is a big step for you.”
“That’s just what I was going to say.”
“You’ve been wanting to do it for a long time.”
“I…I was just going to say that too.”
“But you’ve never had the opportunity.”
“But you have it now. All that’s stopping you is your fear of the unknown…the unknown you desperately want, and deserve.”
“No,” I whimpered. “I…I don’t know.”
“Then it’s me, isn’t it?” The smile left his face.
“I…I should have known. This happens. I do look different. Now that you’ve seen me somewhat unclothed…I’m unattractive to you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed–”
“No! Good heavens, sir! If you only knew!”
“You’re telling me the truth?”
“You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
He sighed. “I was afraid. It’s just that I get so lonely sometimes.” His head was lowered.
“You?” I couldn’t believe it.
“Well…two men together. It’s not the commonest of things.”
“Oh. It is I who am sorry. I’ve made you feel–“
He sighed. “And I was so looking forward to at least some company tonight.”
I felt awful. This huge Hercules of a man leaned in the doorway as though broken. “Well,” I began, “perhaps I could spend a little time–“
“I have an idea,” he said suddenly.
“Have dinner with me. Just dinner. And afterwards we can have some wine and we can lie together and just talk and look at the stars, in each others’ arms. And I’ll put my shirt on.”
“You don’t have to put your shirt on,” I said. “In fact….”
“In fact…I’d prefer…I’d prefer if you left your shirt off.”
He grinned. “Now I feel flattered! You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We’ll do whatever you want to do, and that’s all.”
The problem was that I wanted to spend the entire night rubbing my rigid cock against every part of his body and within every orifice. But I was scared.
“May I ask you a question?” he said.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Will you answer honestly?”
“Yes. I promise.”
“What are you thinking right now? What do you want to do? If you could erase your fear, what would you do?” He licked his lips again.
I sighed. “It’s even hard for me to say.”
“I know. Try.”
“I’d like…I’d like…”
“I’d like to hold your arms, and feel the muscles moving as you bend your arm.”
“I’d like to see if they are as iron-hard as I imagine.”
“And I”d like to….”
“I’d like to…oh god! Most of all…!” I broke. I panted for breath. I looked at him longingly, desperate, starving, pleading, shameful, lustful, mindless admittance.
“I want to feel your chest.”
“I want…to feel…your chest….and…and…”
“You can do that. You can touch any part of me. I’m yours. I belong to you tonight. I confess I was yours as soon as I saw you at the party last night. I…I’ve never approached a man like that before. But I couldn’t help myself. When I squeezed your crotch, I thought, What have I done? I was afraid someone had seen me, but I didn’t care. I had to let you know.”
My eyes were riveted on his cock.
“Any part of me. Or nothing if you wish. Touch me with your eyes only if that’s all you can do, but please let me touch you. If only a caress. All I ask is one thing.”
“Let me kiss you before the night is over. If we spend the night entwined in the sheets or if we spend the night holding hands, just let me kiss you. Once. Even if it’s just a friendly kiss on the cheek. Or the neck.”
I was breathless. My cock strained at my underclothes. I couldn’t take it anymore. “All right. All right. I’m ready. Oh God! Where?” I asked.
“Here,” he motioned to a stairwell within the crypt.
“In a crypt?”
“Oh it’s actually an old family crypt. Unused of course. We had it made before we moved to Savannah, so it’ll probably never be used. But I use it from time to time when my exploits leave me without a bed. I get out so late, you know. I don’t want to inconvenience anyone at dawn to beg for a bed. I’d be too embarrassed.”
He laughed. “I know it’s odd, but it’s dry and private. I also have claim to a room at a winery, and of course the basement at the mill. Despite my background, I’m not so pretentious as to turn down a quiet room.”
“And it’s quite comfortable. I have a large couch, and a table and chairs, and I have a very large bed–“
“You’d need a very large bed.”
He laughed. “Yes! But it has a satin sheet, and a single cover; a thick down comforter covered in black velvet. And I brought a dozen of the most beautiful antique candelabras from our home in Savannah. I’m very proud of them. The whole room glows.”
I stepped closer to him, smiling, more comfortable in the adventure I was taking.
“What’s that you’re wearing around your neck?” He asked.
I grabbed the chain. “My mother’s crucifix.” I thought he might like to see it as it too was an antique.
“No, no, no! Don’t take it out.”
“You’d better put that in your pocket.”
“Well, clothes get tossed around.” He smiled sheepishly. “In our exuberance, we may roll around. Sometimes rather…athletically. I wouldn’t want it to get lost.”
“Oh.” I stepped up to him. I was drunk, as surely as though I had imbibed. My mouth hung open. I looked up into his eyes. I teetered, off balance. His chest was at eye level. Oh he was huge! Strength incarnate. I raised my hands, held my breath, tore my eyes from his gaze, and gently rested my hands on his chest.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh.” I moaned.
Drunk, surely drunk. Back and forth I moved my hands, as much as I wanted to, as long as I wanted to. And then I caressed his shoulders, and let my hands sink to his massive arms. I moaned again. He stood even closer to me, and I felt the gentle pressure of his huge cock against the front of my pants. I might as well have done it all at that moment, because I felt as though I had suddenly fallen over a cliff. I was plummeting into lewdness, sin, a final realization of a long-wanted desire. There was no going back. He flexed his arms twice, and I was sure that I would never be able to have enough of him in my hands, and then he put his arm around my shoulders and gently led me into the crypt.
“Shall we go downstairs?” He asked.
I nodded weakly, lost in his eyes, still trying to touch his chest. From the corner of my field of vision, I saw movement between his legs. I looked down and was mesmerized by the swaying of his cock between his tremendous thighs.
“Did anyone see you come?” he asked.
I shook my head, unable to speak.
“Are you expected anywhere tomorrow?”
“No,” I said weakly.
He smiled. “Good. Good. You can stay up all night with me, and tomorrow you won’t have to worry about going through your day, tired. Tomorrow, you can sleep like the dead.”