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The Vampire and the Man-eater

by G.A. Hauser

moment he penetrated, Brock entered deeper and choked at the shock of the sensation. "What the hell do you have up there?"

"More magic." Daniel laughed.

"Holy crap!" Brock closed his eyes and tried to hold back.

The surging in his loins was stronger than it was when Daniel held him in his hand, and that said a lot.

"Is that it? Aren't you supposed to pump?"

"I feel like coming already. I was hoping it would last a little longer."

"Do not worry, it will last."

At the odd assurance, Brock decided to just push in and come. It was hell holding back. Sliding in, feeling tightness but no resistance, Brock began thrusting deep and hard. He could swear a hand was pressing on his bottom from behind, pushing it into a rhythm. "
Ohhhh man
..." Brock moaned as the climax commenced. Closing his eyes, sparkles of light, red, purple, blue, all showered over him in tantalizing tingles.

His vocalizations were as non-stop as his climax. Brock thrust in again and again, feeling multiple orgasms washing over him and his cock couldn't get enough. His voice rebounding around him, the color kept splashing over his skin. The feeling of pure pleasure pumped out of him continuously. Brock kept hold of Daniel's hips, rocking and rolling.

Opening his eyes, seeing the time on his digital clock read one, Brock suddenly realized he'd been humping Daniel for over an hour. Forcing himself to disconnect, Brock fell back off the bed, lying on the floor, gasping for air.

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Daniel peered over the edge of the mattress. "What happened? It sounded like you were enjoying yourself."

"I ... it was..." Brock swallowed down a dry throat.

"Was good?"

"Was an hour!"

"And? Is that bad?"

"It's impossible! No one can climax for an hour straight!"

Brock touched his chest, feeling his heart pumping wildly.

"Weren't you?"

Rubbing his face, Brock felt that miserable disorientation in his head. When he opened his eyes, Daniel was kneeling next to him on the floor. "I didn't want you to stop."

"Wasn't your ass sore?"

"No."

"After an hour of butt-fucking?"

"Was it supposed to be? I cannot remember."

Brock backed away from him on the carpeted floor. "Can't remember?"

"No. I told you. It was so very long ago."

"How long ago?" Brock yanked off the spent condom. The amount of sperm in it shocked him. "Jesus!" He held it up. It was half full.

"Nice!"

"Nice?" Brock rose to his wobbly feet. His stare riveted to the creamy contents. "I have never seen anything like this in my life!"

"Mm ... magic..." Daniel kneeled, licking Brock's cock.

Instantly it perked up.

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"No. No more." Brock took the condom to the toilet and emptied it into the bowl before he threw it out. The volume of bodily fluid stunned him. "Must be mixed with piss."

Just as he turned to wash his hands, he found Daniel standing at the doorway of the bathroom. "Don't you have to go home?"

Daniel checked the clock. "Not yet."

"I'd like to go to sleep."

"I do not mind. I will watch over you."

"Who will watch over you?" Brock asked.

"Me? I do not need watching. Or perhaps I do..." Daniel ran his finger over Brock's shoulder. "Hold me naked in bed. I insist."

"Will this date ever end?" Brock shut off the light in the bathroom.

"Date? Are we on a date?" Daniel followed him to the bed.

"I have no clue." Brock climbed under the blankets.

Snuggling behind him, Daniel clung to Brock's back. "Very good. I forget how wonderful it feels."

"All right. Go to sleep." Brock closed his eyes.

"You have made me feel young again, Brock Hart."

"You idiot. You're only in your twenties."

"No. Not for a long time."

"How old are you?" Brock yawned, feeling drowsy.

"Four hundred and fifty-three."

"You're not fifty-three..." Brock nestled his ass into Daniel's crotch.

"No. Four hundred ... oh, never mind. You're already asleep."

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Chapter Five

The rain pelting his window woke him. Brock opened his eyes to see the time. It was after ten in the morning. Twisting back, he looked for Daniel and was slightly disappointed he was gone. "Dan?" he shouted, in case he was in the bathroom. Silence and the rain were his only reply.

Stretching, rubbing his face, Brock relaxed in the soft bed and reminisced about the evening. "What an amazing man."

Brock smiled as he envisioned Daniel's face, his feline features, long black hair, solid six foot tall build. And those eyes. Oh my God, those astonishing emerald green orbs.

"Wow, Daniel Wolf, you are one hot fucker." Rolling over on the bed, trying to sniff some scent of Daniel's body left on his sheets, Brock couldn't detect a thing. Oddly, he couldn't remember any aroma connected to Daniel's body at all.

Motivating himself to get up, Brock sat with his feet on the carpet and rose up to go to the bathroom. Dizziness rushed to his head as if he had stood up too quickly. Pausing to make sure he didn't fall, Brock withstood the spell until his vision cleared. Slowly walking to the bathroom, he leaned against the sink to wait until he felt better. A light sweat coated his skin with a chilling sensation. "Crap. I don't need this stupid flu or cold or whatever it is." When he found his reflection he was slightly unprepared for how pale he looked. "Mother-fucker..." he moaned, rubbing the bristles on his jaw. Lifting the toilet lid, urinating, swaying unsteadily, Brock held onto the shower door to keep his aim straight. Giving his dick a 56

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jiggle to get the drops off, he slid back the glass door to turn on the water in the shower. Under the hot spray he moaned in relief, scrubbing with a coconut scented body wash. "Daniel Wolf, what on earth have you done to me?"

* * * *

Reading the
Wall Street Journal
, Brock ate his toast and sipped his coffee, feeling much better. When his phone rang he reached for the extension in the kitchen and connected.

"Hello?"

"It's Eli. I was just calling to see how you felt."

"Aren't you a sweetie?" Brock brushed the crumbs from his hand. "I'm fine."

"No more problems?"

"Well, Dan was waiting in the lobby when I left you in the taxi."

"Are you joking? How did he get into your building?"

"Who knows? Anyone leaving would have let him in. He's so damn gorgeous."

"And?"

"And?" Brock laughed, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Never mind. I can imagine."

Brock didn't think Eli had that good of an imagination when it came to the sex he and Daniel were having. "So? Did you and the guy you were talking to exchange numbers?"

"Yes, but I don't really want to call him."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. He seemed slightly needy."

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Smiling, wondering if Eli knew that was how he came across, Brock replied, "You don't know the guy until you get to know him."

"That's rich coming from Mr. One-Night Stand."

"All right. I give up. So? What are you doing today?"

"I figured you'd be too ill for anything physical, am I right?"

"No. I feel pretty good. I thought I was coming down with something earlier, but after some toast and coffee, I feel great."

"Should we save racquetball for tomorrow? We usually do that Sundays."

"That's fine."

"Are you up for swimming?"

"Sure."

"Great. You want me to meet you at the athletic center?"

"Yes. Wait for me in the lobby. I can be there in an hour."

"Are we going to do the steam and sauna?"

"Why not?" Brock stood, setting his empty cup in the sink.

"Great. See you there."

Brock disconnected the line and smiled happily.

* * * *

Eli was waiting. Seeing him in his Princeton University sweatshirt and faded jeans, holding his sport bag, Brock waved and gave him a bright smile. "Sorry. How long have you been here?"

"I just arrived."

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"Good." Brock showed his pass to the attendant and he and Eli walked past her to the locker room. The moment Brock entered he could smell the strong chlorine.

Setting their bags down side by side, Brock opened a locker and slipped his hooded sweatshirt over his head, hanging it on a hook.

"I hope it's not too crowded," Eli said as he undressed. "I wouldn't mind doing at least an hour."

"It's usually not too bad." Brock tossed his tennis shoes into the bottom of the locker cabinet, dropping his jeans down his legs. He had his Speedos already on. Digging out his goggles, Brock flipped his towel over his shoulder and waited as Eli finished up.

Eli had what Brock referred to as a swimmer's build. Wide, flaring shoulders, narrow hips, long, slender legs. The fair blond hair on Eli's head had thinned. What was a full head of sandy blond hair in high-school had turned into a receding hairline and a broad forehead. Brock thought Eli was still attractive, but had recommended hair plugs on more than one occasion. It wasn't Eli's style. He believed in the
take me
as I am
syndrome. Brock wondered if it was why he was struggling to find a committed partner, or perhaps Eli just had champagne taste.

"Ready?"

"Yup." Eli gestured to the showerhead.

Brock held his towel aloft and rinsed off under the hot spray. After Eli did the same, they followed the sound of splashing water. The seventy-five-foot lap pool was sparsely filled. Claiming two lounge chairs, Brock tossed his towel on 59

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one as Eli threw his on the one next to it. Donning his goggles, Brock stood at the edge and dove in, beginning their routine of swimming laps. Seeing Eli pass him in the next lane, Brock didn't even imagine keeping up with him. The man was Olympic quality when it came to the front crawl and butterfly stroke.

After forty minutes, Brock had reached his saturation point. Climbing up the ladder, taking off the goggles and rubbing at the marks they left on his nose, he stood a while admiring Eli's smooth flawless stroke and speed. A moment later, he found a lifeguard admiring him.

Pushing his wet hair back from his forehead, Brock leisurely wandered closer to the man's chair trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Peeking up at the incredibly fit man, Brock said, "Hey."

"Hey."

"Check out my friend. I swear the man should compete."

When he didn't get an answer, Brock was about to walk away. A woman lifeguard climbed into the chair, just as the young man hopped down. Once he was standing next to Brock, he whispered, "I wasn't checking out your friend."

"Oh?" Brock grinned invitingly.

"You ... uh ... you have to leave yet?"

"No. What have you got in mind?" As if he didn't know.

The sleek young lifeguard led the way. Looking back, Brock was hoping to catch Eli's eye to tell him to wait, but Eli was still deep in his zone. Brock checked his watch. Eli had another fifteen minutes to his workout. Brock's blowjob shouldn't take nearly as long.

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Staring at the man's ass, Brock wondered. Nineteen?

Twenty? Couldn't be a day older than that.

Entering a dim room with a desk and a file cabinet, Brock watched the young man kneel in front of him, peel back his wet Speedos, and take Brock's cold, soft cock into his mouth.

At the boiling heat, Brock's flaccid dick became a long, hard rod. Holding the young man's shoulders, Brock couldn't think of a better ending to a hard workout. It even beat the sauna.

"Oh yes..." Brock purred. The young man sucked deeper and faster. Closing his eyes, Brock came, stifling his grunt in his throat. "Fantastic."

When he opened his eyes, the young man was staring at his cock. Brock urged him to stand, connected to his mouth and sucked at his tongue while he dug into the young man's swimsuit.

Jerking him off, feeling him growing close, Brock parted from his mouth to watch his expression. The young man stared directly into Brock's eyes as he came. "Nice," Brock whispered sweetly.

When the door rattled from the outside, they both tucked their cocks into their swimsuits. Before Brock could even see the intruder's face, he brushed past them to the pool. He didn't look back.

Eli was standing at their chairs, looking for him. As Brock approached he watched the curious look on Eli's face turn into a knowing glance.

Brock picked up his towel, rubbing it over his hair.

"You have to be kidding me."

Brock grinned at him.

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"Who?" Eli asked.

Turning over his shoulder, seeing the sleek lifeguard strutting by, they met eyes, and exchanged wicked smirks.

Brock looked back at Eli for his reaction.

"Son of a bitch." Eli laughed.

"Tasty, very tasty." Brock flipped his towel over his shoulder. "Your choice. Sauna or steam?"

"Sauna." Eli was still shaking his head in awe as he led the way to the dry heat.

* * * *

Sitting in the Koi restaurant in the Bryant Park Hotel, Brock enjoyed his sushi. It appeared Eli's appetite was just as hearty after their workout. Brock smiled sweetly at him.

"More saki?"

"Sure."

Brock tipped another drop into Eli's tiny cup.

"You don't talk about work much to me anymore, Brock."