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first time. Then he moved into my eager arms, his hands reaching under my shirt, fingers caressing my sides, my back, my chest, pausing over each nipple and squeezing gently, causing me to gasp with pleasure. His lips were on mine, his tongue laving the inside of my mouth with an intensity that threatened, once more, to bring me to the brink way too fast.
    "Wait," I croaked.
He stepped back, peeled off his shirt then tugged at mine.
I threw my arms up as he pulled it over my head. He nuzzled my armpit, almost rendering me incapable of further movement—almost. Our naked chests slapped together as we embraced. His skin, pale as marble, was smooth to my touch.
    He rubbed his fingers over my chest hair then bent to suck on my left nipple. I fumbled with his belt buckle, pulling it open, tugging at his jeans until they fell about his ankles. I pulled down my cargo shorts. Neither of us wore briefs, and it was an erotically charged moment when our cocks rubbed together, his precum mingling with mine.
We fell on top of the bed, our bodies and mouths clamped together. "Jesus," I muttered, pressing my mouth harder against his. His lips parted, letting my tongue slip in. As our 31
    My Vampire Lover
by J. P. Bowie
    kiss deepened, he clung to me with an urgency I had never before experienced, then suddenly he was all over me. His tongue, his lips, his hands were everywhere at once, caressing, licking, probing. For a time I lay there as if helpless, letting myself be devoured by his need, content just to gaze into those incredible eyes each time he raised his head to look at me. My cock was now so hard it ached. I rolled him onto his back, grasping his hard, throbbing dick. I fell on it like a hungry animal. I seemed to have lost all vestiges of self-control. I wanted all of him, every part of him in my mouth.
    "I want to fuck you," I breathed.
"I want you to."
    "You are fucking fantastic," I gasped, reaching for the lube and condom I had thought to leave handy—just in case. He threw his legs up over my shoulders and, as I penetrated him, he smiled up at me with a huge, almost pagan-like smile. I nearly came right there and then. What a turn on! I closed my eyes as my dick hammered him, driving deeper and deeper until it was all the way in, and my thighs slapped against his butt cheeks with every downward plunge. He began to moan. He carried me with him, his hands clutching me, urging me on.
    "Fuck me, fuck me!"
Oh yes, this was the greatest sex I had ever had in my life.
It was if we floated, wrapped in each other's arms, high above the clouds. All earthly things fell away. We were no longer in my bedroom. We soared, flying, cosmically joined, one body, one soul.
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    I opened my eyes and he raised his head, planting his beautiful lips on mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth and causing me to explode inside him with an electrifying jolt that tore a choking cry from my throat. He clung to me as his own orgasm spewed from his cock, flooding his torso with great white streams of semen. I collapsed on top of him, murmuring God knows what inanities. I think I even told him I loved him, and I meant it. I really did mean it.
We lay there, locked together, my cock still deep inside him, for a long time. I didn't want to let him go, and he seemed content to stay right there. When I found I still had a voice, I said, "That was incredible." I wished there had been other words for it—incredible just didn't seem enough.
    "You are a wonderful man, Ron," he whispered, running his fingers over my stomach.
"You're pretty wonderful yourself," I said, kissing his cheek. "Would you like to stay over?"
"I would love to, but unfortunately, I cannot. I have an early appointment."
"Oh..." I tried to hide my disappointment, but couldn't.
"How about lunch tomorrow then?"
"Again, I am sorry—"
"Another appointment?"
He nodded.
"You sure are one busy dude," I said, not without some bitterness.
"You're upset."
I didn't answer