Gay Erotic Stories

Hail - rain - wind. I was standing by the large bay window, wearing nothing but my silk night gown. The night was so awful, but still so beautiful. A lightning, a vivid, terrifying flash, followed by a roaring peal of thunder. I opened the balcony door, stepped outside, and felt the cold rain pouring down. The water flowing down like a shower. I must have been standing there for ten minutes before I went inside again, and lay down on my bed. Another flash, the rain dashing on that old bay window. I ran my hands over my wet breasts. Feeling the chilly water still running down my body stirred me with anticipation, and I moved my right hand down slowly down between my legs, then rubbing my middle finger between the soft pink cunt lips and found my clitoris. The cool swish from the wind outside kissed my cunt, as I parted the lips, and remembered that I never shut the balcony door. But at the moment I did not care. My finger moved in and out, in the beginning slowly, then more rapidly. As the pleasure grew more intense, I began rubbing my clit harder. With my left hand I searched for my G-spot. With two fingers moving in and out like a cock, continually pressing against the G-spot, and one finger rubbing my clit, I could feel the blood rush through my veins and make my cunt lips swell, my muscles twitch and grasp at my probing fingers. I felt I was close to an orgasm. My body was quivering, while my hands pressed, pushed and forced the explosion. * * * * * I don't know for how long I was asleep afterwards, but sometime in the middle of the night a roaring peal of thunder all of a sudden woke me up. The storm was more intense now, and again I remembered the open door. I was going to get up, when I saw something moving outside the window. At first I was not sure what it was. An optical illusion maybe? Another flash of lightning, and I saw it again, the tall black figure immediately outside the window. I wanted to scream, but I was paralyzed. Not a single sound could pass my lips, nor could I move. The figure was now standing by the open door. I could see him clearly as he came slowly towards me. A young man wearing a tuxedo and a long black satin cape. His hair was black, his eyes were luminous. He was handsome, had a well shaped face, but it was kind of pale, as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long time. He looked like a muscular young athlete. I haven't seen his like for a while. I was scared, but at the same time he fascinated me, and I felt a surge of warmth through my body. No sound came from his lips. I wanted to cry for help, but couldn't. I wanted to get up, and run towards the door, but all I did was to pull the clothing of the bed up to cover my body. He was now standing there, right in front of me, less than five feet away from me. The look of his eyes made me lose whatever I had left of power. Not even the glance of a serpent could have produced a greater effect upon me than the fixed gaze of his glowing eyes. For a moment he didn't move, but it lasted just a few seconds. With a sudden rush that could not be foreseen, with a howling cry, enough to awaken terror in me, he seized the long tresses of my hair, twining them around his strong hands, and this way he held me to bed. I screamed. Again and again, till I again looked into his eyes. The bed-clothes fell in a heap by the side of the bed. My silk gown didn't cover much of my private parts of my body any longer, as it had split open in front. There was nothing I could do to stop him, and a moment later he had gotten his long, slender cock out of his pants and pushed it inside me, went deep, filled me up. The stranger lowered his head down on my chest and took my erect nipples into his soft, warm mouth. His tongue was smooth, and I squirmed with each stroke. He grabbed both of my wrists with one hand and held them in place high above my head. With his other hand, he grabbed my right ass cheek. I was scared to death, but somehow, I don't know how, he controlled me completely in a way that made me calm down, and actually aroused me. He moved up to my mouth and kissed me fiercely, at the same time he was moving his stiff cock in and out of my drenched pussy. The cool breeze of the night air through the room made me able to feel the juices of my pussy run down the inside of my legs. He fucked me hard. The feel of his heavy balls slapping against the underside of my ass cheeks increased my pleasure. The friction caused my vaginal muscles to tighten around his girth, and my entire body tensed in anticipation of orgasm. An incredible sensation grew inside and exploded into a burst of delight. I moaned as I had never moaned before, and this stranger increased his pumping speed, which sent him over the edge into orgasm. I felt his semen shooting from his hot and raw cock, filling me. At the same time I could see that he lowered his head down to my neck, his lips curled back, exposing white fangs. His arms coiled out stifling my struggles. He was way too strong for me. There was no way I could stop him from doing this to me. He forced my head back by my long hair entwined in his grasp. With a plunge he seized my neck with his fangs. * * * * * With a terrifying scream I woke up. I was in a cold sweat of terror when I sat up in bed. The dream had been so real. It felt like it had just happened. I tried to calm down and breath normal again. It was just a dream, wasn't it? But why did everything seem so real? I tried to get up and over to the kitchen for a glass of water, realizing I felt weak and had a terrible headache. It was still dark outside, but the storm was over. Leaning on every furniture in my way, I finally got my glass of water, went over to the balcony to shut the door that was still open. My hand touched a little bump on the left side of my neck. It was itching. Damn mosquitoes, I thought to myself, and went back to bed, where I stayed the whole next day. * * * * * When I woke up again, the sun was just about to go down. I sat up, and realized my headache was gone, but I still felt a little weak, probably for not having eaten anything. I made myself a roast beef sandwich, and I felt much better right away. I looked up at the clock on the living room wall, and knew that my girlfriend Felicity was gonna be here within an hour. I slipped into my bathrobe, crossed to the stereo, put the new Kiss CD on, and turned up the volume. Let the neighbors complain. I felt much better anyway. I walked into the bathroom, and by accident I made the door slam the wall so hard that the bathroom mirror fell down and cracked into a thousand pieces. Fuck! I'd paid more than twenty bucks for that mirror. I got back to the kitchen to get a broom to sweep all that broken glass off the floor, before I could step into the tub to take my shower. The hot spray felt good, and I stood under it contentedly for several minutes, initially revitalized, then lulled into a delicious sense of relaxation. Through the rush of the spray, I heard the beat of the stereo, and began to move my body with the rhythm. A few moments later the shower curtain billowed as the bathroom door opened, and I heard a girl's voice yelling "Rebecca! Are you in there?" "Fel, is that you?" I opened the curtain to see my best friend smiling at me. I turned the water off, and Fel tossed a bath towel over to me. We walked back to the living room, where she opened a bottle of red wine. "Are you ready for some action tonight?" Fel asked me. "I don't know." "Beck, you haven't seen a guy since you broke up with Stephen two months ago. What's the matter with you? You even look pale. What've you been doing lately? Locked yourself in?" "Nah, it's just that I've felt a little tired lately." "You gotta go out and see people again. Otherwise you're gonna end up looking like a fucking vampire." I looked at Fel for a second, then took a sip of my red wine, and let it run down my chin, as if it was blood. "You're sick, Beck. Go see a psychiatrist." I laughed. "You're the one who said I looked like a vampire." Fel laughed too. I decided to get dressed, and squeezed myself into my favorite black jeans. Then I put on a bright red shirt and a black leather west. Even the shoes I put on were black. I could hear Fel making a comment of my outfit. "Wow, isn't she ready for action!!!" I applied makeup generously. I fringed my silvery eyes with deep blue mascara and painted my lips rosy red. When I was done, I said "Well, ready to go?" Fel looked at me, and she seemed to be in shock. It was like I wasn't the same person she saw when she first came over to my place. * * * * * We took a cab downtown, and it was kind of ironic that we went to a disco called Nosferatu, after my dream last night and after Fel said I looked like a vampire. When I got to the bar, I ordered a Bloody Mary, of course. We found a table. For an hour I sat there, having a few drinks too many. Fel's been on the dance floor the whole time, as she met an old boyfriend of hers there. I was trying to keep my eyes off the guy who was sitting right across the dance floor. I just didn't want him to think that I was staring at him; that if he stood up and left, I would follow him wherever he'd go. That's how cute he was. He looked exactly like the guy on the cover of Dream Theater's first album. He was dressed very ordinary, wearing faded jeans with holes on both knees, and a Batman t-shirt. He seemed to be just as single as I was, but I worried frantically at the problem of how to introduce myself. I was used to guys coming to me. I saw him walk up to the bar to get another drink. Standing up I suddenly realized how much I'd had to drink. I willed sobriety on myself and walked across to the bar, where he was standing. I had an idea. The same second he got his drink and turned around to walk back to his table, I bumped into him so there was no way he could avoid spilling his drink on me. When I saw his expression, and saw how sorry he was, I had a hard time keeping myself away from putting my arms around him and kiss him right on the lips. When he said he was sorry, I was lost in his eyes, I took his hand and said "Don't worry about it. It happens to me all the time." He got himself another drink, and wanted to know if there was anything that I wanted. Even if I felt that I was getting drunk, I accepted his offer for another drink. I followed him to his table. I found out about him that his name was Vincent, that he had just moved here from a different city, and that he was a student. We danced for a while, and I noticed Fel's lips forming a "wow" when I saw her. It didn't take me long before I started feeling dizzy, and I started thinking that I wanted to take Vince home to my place, make love to him, and then I would bite his neck and suck his blood. Then I would mix my blood with his, and we would be together forever. The next thing I remembered was seeing Vince' face over me. I started looking around and saw that we were outside. "What happened?" I asked him. "You fainted," he answered. "The air in there was getting so thick that you could cut through it with a knife. I thought the best thing to do was to take you outside." "I have to go to a bathroom," I said. "You can come home to my place," he answered. "It's just a couple of blocks away from here." So we went. When we got there, I thought it was a really neat place he'd got. I liked his white leather coach and chairs, and the marble table. He told me he had gotten them from his parents. He was a lonely child. I couldn't keep my eyes away from entertainment center, and everything he had put there, the books, the crystal things. "The bathroom's over there, the first door to the right," he told me. Suddenly I felt the pressure of going to the bathroom again, and I stuttered "Oh. yeah, that's right." I felt dumb for a second. I went in there and did what I had to do. While I was still sitting down, I was thinking about what was on my mind just before I fainted. Everything seemed too weird. Had my dream been real after all? My tongue ran over my teeth, but everything seemed normal. No fangs. I stood up, and could see myself in the mirror. There were no red marks on my throat any longer, not even a bug bite. However, my skin was still a bit pale. I thought I was getting crazy. I had to stop thinking of vampires. I went back to Vince' living room, but couldn't see him anywhere. Then I heard him call my name from the balcony. I walked out to him, and saw that the moon had risen above the buildings of the city, lighting up everything. It was full moon. He offered me another drink, and as I didn't feel that drunk any longer, I accepted. We sat there looking at the city for a while. Nobody said anything. I wondered if he felt the same way for me, as I did for him. I turned my head and looked at his face. My eyes met his. I think he wanted me just as bad, but was too shy to do anything about it. I had to take the initiative, so I pulled his hand to where it could envelop my soft breast, and held it there. "D'you like it?" I whispered. He didn't answer me, instead he kissed me softly on my lips. He then unbuttoned my shirt and started sucking on my swollen nipples. At the same time he started to unbutton and pull my jeans down, slowly. Then he licked his way down till he reached my wet cunt, pushing his playful tongue against my pulsating clit. I screamed in pleasure as his tongue laved me from end to end. I could feel the incandescence of an orgasm beginning to glow deep in the heart of me. But Vince wouldn't let me come yet. He stood up, ripped his t-shirt off, and pulled his jeans down. My eyes were full of that beautifully hard cock sticking up like a tree trunk. I fell on it like a starving person, licking, sucking, tickling, until he was moaning madly. I kept busy on him with my mouth until I could feel the first tremors of orgasm starting to run up the length of him, then pulled back and gripped the swollen, throbbing head hard, to put him back a bit. When I was certain he was in control of himself again, I moaned "Fuck me! Now!" Vince turned me around, so that I was facing the city, holding on to the railing. I spread my legs as much as possible. His cock found my pussy easily, and he began thrusting earnestly inside me. He kept up his rhythm until I was moaning and approaching orgasm. He bent me over further and strengthened his thrusts as I began to come. I held on tight as Vince continued to fuck me from behind, his cock inching slightly further inside me, his thrusts becoming faster. I could feel Vince' sperm pulse inside me, the heat of his come warming my core. My clitoris responded with a multitude of sparks. Together we clasped and unclasped until our passion subsided. Vince turned me around and held my body against his. The moonlight shone on us. His mouth opened, and I got a glimpse of his fangs before his lips closed tightly against my throat. The only sound was a barely perceptible tearing, like the bursting of a maidenhead, and the soft movement of suctioning lips.