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Steve woke slowly into a dreamy state of semi-awareness. He was lying in his own bed. Alone. It was not the usual circumstance that he woke alone, but when it did happen, his unmet need for satisfaction only increased his pleasure when release finally happened. He felt the cool smoothness of the black, satin sheets on his legs and torso as he shifted position. As usual, he had a raging hard-on, and as usual, his semi-conscious mind chose to savour the need, allowing it to grow. He didn’t normally jerk himself off since with his looks and assertive nature, there were plenty of men willing help him out. His mind drifted to the dream he had had. As he was still half asleep, the dream seemed bizarre – as most dreams are – but clear. The scenes played over and over before his inner eye. Wandering through the park at night in his cruising leathers; finding the twink in leather being fucked by the hot stud; watching with total absorption as the stud fucked for the pleasure of all three of them. And then, the scene faded into confusion. He couldn’t bring it back. He replayed it from the part where he discovered the motorcycle in the clearing. The scene repeated, but again didn’t reach any clear ending. Images of the twink’s clear, ice-blue eyes staring at him kept drifting in and out. In his faraway state, Steve couldn’t interpret if it was rage or carnal desire he saw in those eyes, but he knew that those were the kind of eyes he himself lusted after. A cute, blond twink in leathers was Steve’s kind of guy. “Oh fuck, yeahhhh,” he sighed. More awake now than asleep, he held the image of those eyes staring back at him, as his hard-on raged for attention. He studied blue pools of mystery, and imagined that the cutie pie as lying beneath him, begging Steve to take him. Steve gently gyrated his hips, rubbing his uncut cockhead against the satin sheets, slowly releasing an ooze of precum as his imagination built the scene. As his mind drifted and the scene coalesced, he decided to make the twink look like Kevin, the gym bunny he’d seen time and time again at the weight machines, on the running track, and in the showers. “Yeah, Kevin in leathers,” he thought, “THAT would be wild.” His mind dressed the twink in a studded harness and dog collar; tight chaps in the smoothest of shiny black leather and smooth, shiny riding boots almost to the knees. A studded cockring and bare ass crystallized in his image. “Man, this is gonna be fun,” he thought as his mind created the image of his ideal twink from different angles and positions. No matter what the angle or position though, the young eyes always seemed to be staring back at him as though they were locked onto him, unable to look elsewhere. Steve, being used to taking charge, didn’t quite understand why Kevin’s eyes were fixed on him in such a penetrating way, but he didn’t care either. His cockhead slowly pumped against the satin, rubbing in the slick precum. Now his mind crafted the fuck he so desperately needed to foist on Kevin. His image of the twink being Kevin was so clear now, that it wasn’t an image similar to Kevin, in his mind it WAS Kevin. There was Kevin, as real as Steve could imagine him: Beautiful, blond, chiseled, gym bunny Kevin, lying on his back, his legs on Steve’s shoulders, and Steve was plowing into Kevin’s ass. Kevin’s eyes kept staring, and Steve found himself pulled into the gaze as he pumped in and out of that hot ass he had lusted after so long. His cockhead raged and bulged as he pulled back to Kevin’s tight sphincter, almost popping out. He slammed forward and Kevin smiled back at him, relishing the consumption of Steve’s dick. “Damn, he’s hot,” Steve huffed to himself as he glared back at Kevin. The dream took on a measure of reality as Steve’s balls twitched, his nut sac tightened, and he felt the glow in his groin growing and expanding to his entire abdomen. Steve’s dickhead slid back and forth in the hot fuckchute, and seemed to be getting bigger and going deeper with each thrust. “Oh fuck, yeah,” he growled as his cum boiled through his cock, spurting deep into Kevin’s intestines. Steve arched his back as he pounded hard into Kevin’s guts, and the jism kept gushing. He groaned with animal lust as the orgasm kept surging through his body, seemingly lighting every nerve ending on fire. He pumped in desperation with his back arched high, his jaws clenched, and his eyes jammed shut in the ecstasy of the fuck. Kevin’s ass seemed to all but suck the cum out of Steve’s spewing dick and Steve was prepared to let him have whatever he wanted. Gushes of cum flowed and spurted, and Steve kept pumping to keep his orgasm rolling. “Oh, god. If I could only dream like this all the time,” he gasped as he pumped one final deep thrust, and a last, great spurts of cum blasted out of his cock. Letting out a deep sigh, Steve let his body sag in reverie and exhaustion. His cock twitched a few times, purging minor globules of cum. Steve’s mind still crafted the image of Kevin beneath him. He could smell the leather; feel the smoothness of the chaps and the rigid leather of the boots as Kevin’s legs now wrapped around Steve’s abdomen. Steve stretched his arms wide and grabbed a knot of satin sheet in each fist. He played with the sheet’s texture, kneading the hunks of sheet to revel in its smoothness. He rolled his head to the left, smiled to himself, and slowly allowed his eyes to slit open again. His dream was still rolling, and he felt Kevin’s breath on his neck. Steve felt a tongue dart about, from his Adam’s apple to behind his right ear. Oh, it felt good. A flick here, a lick there, and a long, passionate kiss in between; Steve didn’t want to move. In fact, he didn’t want this feeling to ever end. He heard Kevin’s breathing intensify as the leather-clad twink played his tongue and lips on Steve’s neck. Steve felt lean arms wrap around his back, leather-clad legs snug their grip around his waist, and a firm, hot dick press against his chiseled belly. The tables were turning; he knew it, and welcomed it. A push, a shove, a roll, and Steve found himself on his back, spread-eagled and naked. He knew this dream was no longer in his control. Kevin was kneeling at the foot of the bed, pressing his knees and boots outward against Steve’s legs. Kevin slowly wiped his mouth with the back of his left hand and reached with his right hand to grip Steve’s balls and give them a gentle work over. Steve couldn’t take his eyes off the ice blue of Kevin’s eyes as they cruised Steve’s chiseled abs, his over-developed pecs, and the glisten of Steve’s nipple rings. Kevin leaned down and, still massaging Steve’s balls, flicked his tongue over one nipple ring, and then the other. Kevin then lapped his tongue up Steve’s left pec to the collarbone, and then the right pec to the collarbone. Kevin rose up again, still grappling with Steve’s balls, and smiled. Were it not for the leathers, it would have been almost a cherub-like smile. But this was no cherub, and Steve knew it. By now, Steve was hard again, and was ready for anything this dream could deliver. He saw Kevin’s smile widen, his chest muscles tighten, his nipples harden, and his abs become more sculpted. Kevin slid his tongue across his lips, as though in anticipation of a taste treat, and slowly spread his jaw and pulled his lips back. “Fangs! Fucking fangs!” The words crashed through Steve’s mind and reverberated through his reverie. “Shit, he’s got fucking fangs!” His mind raced, but his body didn’t move; not even a fraction. “This is what you really want, isn’t it, Steve?” Kevin’s voice blasted its way into Steve’s thoughts, but no sound was heard. “Isn’t it?” the voice demanded again. “Yes. It is.” Steve’s voice made no sound, his lips didn’t move, but the words were spoken loudly from his mind to Kevin’s. Long, glistening white fangs, fully bared, slowly descended to the right side of Steve’s neck. Steve felt two needle-sharp points gently scrape his flesh, and then stop. Kevin pressed his fangs into Steve’s eager neck, suddenly piercing the skin. He pressed harder as blood dribbled down Steve’s neck. It was like a virgin ass getting fucked, Steve suddenly knew – the pain was excruciating but subsiding, and the pleasure was building. Pushing his fangs deeper, Kevin lapped up the trickles of blood with his tongue as an orgasmic shiver ran through his body. His lips finally made contact, and then one final push of his upper jaw completely embedded his fangs into Steve’s neck. Steve’s mind raced around the concept of what was happening to him. He’d always been fascinated by vampires, had often fantasized about being one, and had a recurring fantasy about feasting on leather-clad twinks. But this was the first time his dream had him as the feast, and what he was feeling – the fire in his neck spreading down to his groin, the rush as the vampire pulled – was incredible. And even more incredible was the fact that in this dream, he not only felt his own sensations, but also those of the vampire feasting on him. He could look up into those awesome blue eyes and somehow see his own at the same time. He could feel the pain in his neck slowly turn to pleasure, and he could taste the blood. Steve tensed as Kevin sucked a mouthful of life-giving blood and swirled it around his mouth, bathing all his taste buds in its glory. Kevin inhaled deeply, nostrils flared and taking in Steve’s scent, slowly exhaled, and then drank. Steve could feel Kevin’s thirst rise as the vampire took the blood down to his gut, warming his insides. Another suck of a mouthful followed by a quick swallow and a feeling of power radiated through Kevin’s gut. Steve felt this too. Kevin released Steve’s neck and leaned back, mouth open, savouring the flavour of the blood as though it were a fine wine. He put his hands on either side of Steve’s face and locked eyes with him. “It is what you want, isn’t it?” This time it was spoken aloud, as was Steve’s answer: “Yes.” Kevin smiled and a trickle of blood rolled down his chin. He wiped off the blood with the back of his hand, sighed deeply and leaned down to feed. He kissed the wounds on Steve’s neck, and as he did Steve’s entire body quaked uncontrollably. “Yes… Oh God, yes,” Steve moaned as Kevin lapped up the blood. Steve reached his hand to the back of Kevin’s head to press him in tighter. “Now… please… now,” Steve begged. Once again, Kevin raised himself up and with fangs bared so that there was no mistake as to what he was, asked one final time: “Is this what you truly want?” “Yes.” Steve stared into the eyes of his dream, and wrapped his legs around Kevin, begging to be taken. Kevin leaned down, plunged his fangs into the wounds and feasted. The salty fluid was heaven to him. He could feel Steve’s fears, lusts, and taste his hormones. He could hear Steve’s heartbeat struggling to pump the feast to him, and the gush down his throat warmed him all over in an orgasmic spread of passion. Steve wrapped his arms and legs around Kevin to pull him in tighter. He knew what he wanted and this was it. The blood flowed in slow surges up his neck into Kevin’s eager mouth, and with each surge, Steve wanted to give more to this twink god in leather. The feast continued and Kevin’s cock raged against Steve’s abs. A thrust into Steve’s belly, and a pull at his neck, and still the blood flowed. Kevin maneuvered his cock to Steve’s ass and plowed deep into Steve’s guts. He humped Steve’s hot ass and sucked at his neck, giving and taking. Each thrust into the ass was offset by a hard pull of blood from Steve’s neck. The blood in Kevin’s throat and the fire in his cock seemed to connect with each other and ignite his whole body and being, and he let Steve feel this; indeed, he had no choice, for the pleasure of the vampire was the pleasure of his victim. The enormous bliss was almost unbearable for both of them and he could feel Steve’s mind begging to be taken like this forever. Steve could feel his own draining, and the vampire’s replenishment. He could feel his weakness, and the tension in Kevin’s groin. Steve’s legs and arms began to slacken their hold on the vampire, and he knew the threshold was near. He struggled to hold on, but his strength was leaving him, and the vampire was slowing neither feast nor fuck. He felt the rage building, the vampire’s nuts tightening, and then a primeval growl rumble through the vampire’s abdomen as a blast of spunk filled Steve’s ass. Steve was overcome by a swoon as Kevin tensed with fangs still deep in Steve’s neck, and cock still emptying its load deep into Steve’s body. Kevin owned him totally. He held Steve tightly until the flow of jism stopped and the blood slowed to a trickle. It was time. He released Steve’s neck, and looked into his eyes. It wasn’t fear he saw, but desire and need. Kevin drew a sharp fingernail across his own neck, releasing a gentle flow of blood. “Use what you have!” he blasted into Steve’s mind. “You know what you have to do, so do it. Now!” He held Steve’s head up, and rubbed his lips across the blood and then pressed his head tight. He felt Steve’s nostrils flare, his eyes widen, and his tongue dart out between pursed lips to sample the blood. And then it happened. Steve parted his lips and plunged his fangs – yes, his own fangs – into Kevin, and drank. kshade@hotmail.com