I live in South Boston, the Irish suburb of the gay old state of Massachusetts.
(It probably had the earliest cock suckings of Colonial times.)
It's a Saturday night, I'm horny and cruising at the local gay bar. I'm 30, good looking, nice body and cock-but its early and not much to choose from-no really hot guys.
A gay guy dressed like a Biker-but with heavy makeup on-comes by and says, 'hey goodlooking stud, want to go to an early News Years costume party-it's tonight- in South Boston.'
"Sure',I say..'I live in South Boston.'
He give me what looks like a solid gold invitation card, and moves on.
I'm bored-leave and go home and get out my old Vampire outfit.
The address is for a creepy, large white mansion high on a hill, overlookiing the ocean,(and the old Boston Bath House)-(scene of many a straight guy getting blown).
It's a white manson, with faded green metallic screening over all the windows.
I put on my tight black pants, tight black shirt, (showing my Muscular Pecs.), and some white makeup. (I carry my black cape, and will put red lipstick on when I get there.)
I check to make sure I have my fangs, and then walk the few blocks over to the deserted-looking mansion.
The door is answered promptly by a realistic looking Ghoul. I give my invitation card and go in. One room of the mansion has a large bar and ballroom. (I had heard big gay parties went on here and frequently turned into orgies-(maybe Satanic orgies.)
The bartender is a dull-eyed hunk with a big dick-in a Tarzan loincloth and Leopard skin cape. Maybe a Zombie?-who knows?
I'm early, the place is dead. Then a young, pretty fairy with lacy wings, and not much else on-(the waiter)-comes over.
'There's a small pre-party in the basement party room-down those stairs'-and he indicates narow stairs in an alcove.
'Thanks, I'll give it a try', I say-and take my free drink and go downstairs.
The barthender there is a stud weightlifter, with a big bulge in his shorts, dressed as a devil;(but had a sort of dead stare, as if he wasn't all there-like the guy upstairs).
The only other guy at the small bar was a werewolf-really good mask, blue eyes, nice body, and he had a fur cloak on with a fur loincloth-;(with a big dick filling the loincloth and really bulging out).
He chats me up- I learn he's a motorcyle mechanic, and he finds out I do massage therapy for a living.
We have a couple strong Bourbon and cokes, and he says, 'Want to go over to the Rec. Room?'
'I never say no to a werewolf', I reply.
We go in, it's dimly lit and and out of the shadows an older vampire soundlessly appears. 'Wow, great make-up' I say-(as I've had several strong drinks and a couple pot gummy bears).
"Thank you Jim'-the Vampire says-'I heard you call yourself Jim, to our friend Joel here'
' I'm Boris.'
'I have a older gay partner, Gregor. We would give a thousand dollars tonight, to suck a nice cock and ass, such as yours.'
'Then Joel would give you a great fuck with his large, very hard cock- any interest?'
'Sure, I could use the money-I'm saving up to buy a small condo.'
'Good', says Gregor, let's say $2,000 for two hours of your time. Money is no object.'
And he hands me $2,000 in hundreds which I put in a zippered pocket in my pants.
'Gregor will be here in a minute', he says .
So we step over to the small bar and Joel and I have a couple drinks. Boris apparently doesn't drink.
As I stand there I think- ('Two old guys sucking me is nothing. I used to be a hustler until I got enough money for massage school-so plenty of old guys have sucked this cock.')
('And Joel seems a sensible guy, and a hot Top-who just wants to fuck my ass-with that great big cock of his.')
'No rough stuff', I say to Boris, 'I know how to defend myself.'
Gregor, an older, decrepit,Vampire limps in and we go into a room behind a curtain-small, secluded-lit by candles.
There's a wide, padded velvet massage table with a glory hole in the center.
I lay down on my back-ass over the glory hole. I'm buzzed from the strong drink and pot gummy bears.
In seconds, Boris has his wide, warm toothless mouth all the way down on my thick 8" cock-(with large bulging veins all over it)-and apparently Gregor has scuttled under the bench, as my ass is deeply sucked and ravaged by a long tongue .
I can't hold out from such a doubly pleasurable assault-and in about five minutes, shoot a big load of Cum.
I sit up, and Boris hands me a cloth to clean off my cock.
' Very good', Boris says. 'Now let's do a demonstration.'
'Gregor and I need a small amount of blood every night to stay healthy.'
'That's where the Vampire legend comes form-people like us. We're Romanian-it's a medical condition.'
'Just watch', he says.
Joel whips out his thick massive tool about 9" long. Gregor kneels and out of his toothless gums two slender white fangs appear. He impales a big vein on Joel's huge cock-just a fraction of an inch, and sucks. The fangs must be hollow as I see no blood. After a minute he gets up and and wipes his lips.
Joel says,'there was no pain- and it's easy cash.'
Boris says, 'we will give you another $3,000 dollars for a couple teaspoons of your young blood.'
'We are rich-but you can always say no-we don't force anyone. But you would then have more money for your condo.'
I look at Joel, he's unharmed.
'Ok' I say-'it's a deal-put the money in my pants;(which are at my feet.)
I lay back down. Joel says, 'you can suck me while they do their thing- would good for me, and good for you.'
'Sure', I say.
Joel steps up and puts his thick, hard, 9" cut cock in my big, wide mouth. I suck it some, and he starts pumping deep into my throat.
I feel a couple pinpricks on my dick, and the veins in my ass hole.
Joel keeps pumping and shoots a huge load of Cum down my throat-groaning and making gutteral noises, as he does so.
Joel help me sit up. 'Nice', he says, 'you have a relaxed throat-and its big enough for my cock'.
The old guys are standing there licking their lips and appear happy.
I have no pain in my cock or ass.
The old vampires say nothing, and quickly disappear through some curtains at the back.
They pinch out a couple candles as they leave, to give us a gay, romantic scene.
Joel takes off his realistic werewolf mask.
He's got beautiful blue eyes, and some hair on his cheeks and throat-looks like he hasn't shaved for a week.
'I really am a werewolf he says-about one quarter. All my relatives are from Romania.'
'I get real hairy on full moon nights-like tonight. But I don't turn into a monster, like in the movies. That's all fake.'
' I just get some face and body hair those nights-and being Gay- a great desire to fuck an ass, all night long.'
'Let me fuck you. I won't be rough. I can control myself.'
'OK, Joel-I'm trusting you', I say. 'I'm really strong-if you're too rough, I'll put a stop to it.'
'I promise it will be good-not too rough', Joels says.
I lay belly-down on the padded velvet massage table-legs spread.
Joel knows where the Lube is, and lubes me up. His hair has been growing, and his face is now covered with hair.
His long, thick 9" cock goes between my big buttocks, and smoothly goes way up into my ass. It seems like a good fit. (I've been fucked a lot,so no problem there.);(and my big ass protects me from any damage.)
Joel starts gently, then starts fucking harder and deeper, and I moan with pleasure.
Hearing that he really starts fucking much harder, I moan again, and then he seems out of control fucking wildly, and giving deep grunts as he fucks me.
Suddenly he gives huge deep thrust and his body trembles as he shoots his load deep inside me.
From his lips come a loud Wolf's howl, which he clumps his lips over- and the rest of the howl is muted.
I lay there, sweated up-that's the greatest uninhibited Fuck I have ever had.
My inner ass and ass hole are glowing hotly.
Joel collapases on top of me, his hairy body covering mine, and his rough tongue and lips starts kissing my neck. We lay there breathing slowly, about ten minutes, and then get up.
'Hey that wasn't too bad', Joel say shyly-'I just get carried away when there's a full moon.'
'Joel, that was the greatest sex I've ever had', I say-'it was incredible!'
Joel wipes my ass clean, and I wipe off his still swollen cock-hanging almost down to his knees.
We put on our costumes, I check the money is secure, and we go up to the Gay, pre-New Years Eve party.
The part is in full swing-lots of Batman's and Robin's, Jokers, clowns, and Prince Charmings. We're the only Halloween characters, and we get many disapproving looks.
'Want a ride home', Joel says, 'my motorcycle is outside.'
'Sure', say, ' I'm just going home-to where it's dull.'
'Hey', Joel says, 'Maybe we can have Round Two?' "I'm still horny-will be horny all night. You might have to lay there in my bed, on your stomach all night long. You can sleep, I won't care-I can just gently fuck you all night long.'
'Sounds great to me', I say.
(And I think to myself-'I finally may have met the Man-or Wolf- of my dreams.')
