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Story: Pretty Fly for a Vampire Guy
“And this…” I drag it close to my inner thigh. My balls tingle and my cock twitches against the thin fabric of my underwear. “This is the adductor muscle.”
“Adductor,” he says in a raspy tone. It’s like his eyes don’t know where to stay, my shirtless body, my thighs, or my crotch.
We stay like this for a long, quiet moment, my ankle on his shoulder. He lightly traces my adductor muscle, and my dick and balls go wild. “You’re triggering my reflex,” I murmur.
“What?”
“Haven’t you heard about cremasteric reflex?”
“What’s that?” His voice is a low growl, and yes, his fangs are out. He could devour me right now, and I’d probably say thank you .
“It’s not on the syllabus,” I say. “Stroking the inner thigh of a human male…you know what it does?”
“Wha…what?”
I gaze right at him and drag his hand up and down my inner thigh. “It makes…the testicles elevate.”
“Really?” His voice is a whisper again, and I’m afraid his eyebrows will never go down.
“Yeah, wanna see?”
“Um…if you don’t mind.”
I move my leg down and he steps back. In a blur, my boxer briefs are gone, and I’m naked on the bed. Clay takes the moment to ditch his hoodie and shirt, and he’s back to crowding my groin.
I hike my ankle back up onto his right shoulder so he can access me more easily. Then, I take his hand again, and slowly, glacially, I bring his fingers back to my right inner thigh. My hard cock is so close to him, but I don’t want to take that final step just yet.
“Watch,” I whisper. I make his hand stroke my thigh, and right on time, my low-hangers go up and down.
“Amazing,” he says with pure wonder. His adoration makes my pulse race faster. No one’s ever made me feel this attractive before. You would think we didn’t hook up a week ago.
“It sure is.”
“Does it hurt?”
I purse my lips. “No. But it, like, stimulates my dick.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You never felt it before?”
“No.” He continues to stroke my skin and study my balls. “I guess I lost it when I turned into a vampire.”
“Ah.” We stay that way for a minute more, him sinfully making the lightest circle on my inner thigh. The delicate touch naturally makes my nuts twitch, but it’s bringing delicious sensations to my hardness too. My cock demands more attention, but I’m loving the feel of this feathery caress.
“Wow,” he whispers.
“Yup.” I grin. “The only problem is if you do that enough I’ll end up with a proper case of blue balls.”
I chuckle, but he looks at me so seriously. “I…never want to hurt you.”
“It’s not a big deal,” I reply, waving my hand away.
“I can…help you.” He brings his hand closer and caresses my sack. I’m so glad I shaved my pubes yesterday, and the simple contact sends more shivers up my spine.
He grasps just the base of my dick and it instantly goes full mast. I let out a breathy sigh and roll my head around on the bed. “O…only if you want to, Clay.”
“It’s the polite thing to do,” he murmurs. When he traces my length, a tiny drop of precum oozes out, and my whole body lights on fire.
“Okay,” I whisper, not wanting to forbear this sexual contact any longer. I shut my eyes and?—
He’s stroking me. Damn, Clay is stroking me, and it feels so good.
“Uhh,” I rasp. I sigh and my hips instinctively thrust up.
“You like that?” he murmurs.
When I open my eyes, the sight nearly has me losing all control. “Fuck yes,” I whisper. Clay is stroking me, and he’s working my cock almost reverently.
I’ve never been worshipped before, but there are a lot of nevers that Clay Cannon has brought into my life.
“Would it be rude to say you…are so fucking sexy, Owen?” He kisses the tip of my cock, and more fluid leaks out.
“Ah…no, not at all,” I say in a whiny, breathy tone.
With my ankle up, he has my ass exposed.
If I had prepared myself at all, I’d beg him to fuck me, but I don’t think I’m ready for that in se veral ways.
Besides, the way he’s jerking me has me seeing stars.
I hiss as he picks up the pace, and I want to ask him, no, beg him, for more.
“Can I suck you?” he whispers. I almost don’t hear it over the crackle of his hand, slick with precum, gliding up and down.
“Yes,” I reply in a raspy tone. In the next moment, my cock is reunited with Clay’s wanting mouth. Like last time, his oral sex game is extraordinary. This isn’t a hurried affair in the dark, we’re taking our time. This study session has become so much more.
Study, what studying? What are classes? I don’t remember my own name as Clay takes my cock all the way down his throat.
Looking up at him as he slowly services me is overwhelming. His eyelashes are huge, and they make his piercing gaze even sexier. Up and down he goes, not even gagging. My cock, hell, my whole body is transcending to another realm.
If sex with Clay is always like this, I’d be down to fool around with this vampire for years to come.
“Fuh, Clay,” I murmur as I grip the sheets.
“Mm,” he says. The vibrations go up my spine, and he doesn’t stop for a beat.
He’s never too firm, too soft, too fast, and definitely not too slow.
Clay plays my cock like it’s an instrument he’s been practicing his whole life.
If being in his forties made him this good at oral, I can’t wait to have him completely inside me.
“Fuck,” I utter. He caresses my balls, and it’s all too much. “Almost…”
“Yeah?” he asks when he pulls off momentarily.
“Yes,” I rasp through a sigh.
“Mm,” he replies, mouth full of cock again. Up and down he goes, and after a few seconds, I moan, letting him know I’m about to explode .
Heaven . That’s the only way I can describe it as Clay gives me an orgasm for the second time. A guttural noise escapes my lips as I climax. I shoot and shoot, and Clay speeds up his sucking, then slows down at the right time.
I come back down from paradise and look up to see him wiping his mouth. He gently puts my leg down, and I’m touched to see he’s being so polite. He grins and flashes those perfect fangs. Between that, the abs, the chest, and glossy mouth, I can barely stay away from him.
“We should probably go?—”
“Oh no we don’t,” I say. Faster than I ever have, I leap off the mattress and get down to my knees. I undo his pants and force him onto the bed. When his hardness springs forth, I grin.
“My turn.” I lean in and kiss his balls, reveling in his manly scent, a hint of pine mixed with pool water. I look up and raise my eyebrows, wordlessly asking for consent.
He’s in shock, so I push up my glasses and lick my lips. “Fuck, please,” he rasps, throwing his head back.
I knew he liked my glasses . Not wanting to overthink anything, I lean forward and take him in. The dude is thick and long, and admittedly, I gag when I take him to the back of my throat. But Clay doesn’t seem to care, moaning and sighing like the dorm walls aren’t thin.
He cards his fingers through my curls, and I suck and suck. I lick the uncut head clean and keep going down. I play with his balls just like he did mine and try to keep his cock nice and wet as I take him into me.
“Owen…shit…Owen,” his voice rises, and I know he’s right there.
I swallow, suck, stroke, and swallow again.
In a few moments, he erupts in my mouth, and I gulp it all down.
I’ve never been greedy for semen before, but this is the hot vampire water polo jock I’ve been lusting after—he’s the exception to all my rules .
After a minute, since Clay doesn’t get up—he’s so strung out, so I’m patting myself on the back for a blow job well done—I lie in bed with him. We’ve cuddled before, why not do it again?
I stroke his firm chest with my left hand, and he turns to his left to gaze at me. It’s quiet, and we’re both breathing softly.
“In the interest of academics and actually learning…” I say in a scratchy tone.
“Yeah?”
“We should probably study in the library next time.”
With that, we both end up in a laughing fit, here in my bed. I’ve never smiled this much with a sexual partner before—yet another never that Clay Cannon has brought into my world.