by James Brock
“So you were just out howling at the moon on my lawn and decided to jump in,” I snarked. Well it was easier now that the beast had reformed its body and become my friend and former trick Cole Harris.
“Something like that,” he grinned while snugging my tighty whities up against his junk. My skin was blotching up and I was itching like crazy, made sense now, though.
“How did you….,” not caring how he got there but only that he was there.
“Dogs don’t usually hang with Vamps. I didn’t think you were either one but knew something was going on. Toldja I’d keep an eye on you so I started making runs around here part of my regular feed run.”
“Were you coming in here to eat ME?” I asked, well I think you would have considered that too.
“Your too skinny,” he said with a friendly poke at my midsection with what had shortly before been a razor sharp claw.
“Hey,” I said, despite ALL I had been through (yeah, challenge me-did you burn your toast this morning? Car have a flat? Held hostage by a vampire? Find out your housekeeper was your mother-oh wait, those last two are mine…so yeah, not saying your challenges are not as important as mine-mine are just in a different league…) “does this explain why Chip can be so mean?”
“Naw, he’s just an ass. I shoulda eaten him a long time ago but since he is my brother I thought it rude.” Just the kind of thing that tended to happen in my life, I hook up with a polite werewolf.
About that time we heard another huge crash from outside, Cole dancing on one foot as he struggled to get into the jeans while I raced to the window. Cole got the jeans up over his slender hips and joined me as the crash turned into a rumble and roar, a pair of head lights cut through the hedge between Lavender Hill and Ash’s. A tank? Humvee? Something motorized and powerful had cut over the lawn next to the house and was rapidly pulling up next to the pool.
Nothing as exciting as military hardware. It was a cement mixer, churning at full speed. Moving slowly onto the wide pool deck the truck stopped at the deep end, left on idle Ty emerged from the cab and came around to the back, pulling the chute down he let it fall into the end of the pool then yanked on a handle keeping the cement in. A slow, steady run of thick grey sludge came down the half metal pipe, twisting slowly down into the water on top of the container. Sally was being sealed in.
“Go down there; I’m heading on to the hospital. Have Ty bring you and I’ll drive you home. Saved your life so I’m drivin’ that bad ass car of yours,” the hot wereguy grinned, pulling me in with a hug, taking care not to squeeze my wounded arm.
“Hey listen, I’ve kinda hooked up with Ty,” I said, not happy about losing this hot wolf-boy.
“Stuff happens. If you get married then I’ll let you go. Until then I’ll find someone and maybe we can double date. I’ll check around the Met and see if there are any hot mummy guys hanging around there.”
With a smile I fished the set of car keys out with my good hand and ran down to the pool deck to my vampire, who pulled me in, the truck churning on behind us as we met in a kiss-a kiss which led to touching and stroking and a trip into the house where I was introduced to vampire sex and fell in love in one fell swoop.
It comes as no surprise to anyone here when I say that I am sexually versed. From the early viewings of those Cadinot and Colt and Falcon videos to my adventures at school and in the city-in other words I had done some stuff, knew some stuff but was about to be led into a place I’d only had a glimpse of on the deck of the cruise ship. I’m the chocolate and honey guy, remember.
And I am not condoning that we did it while Marta was at the hospital with Ash, but I did know she was being taken care of and well, not that they are excuses but the last few days had been rather, hectic, if that is the right word. You remember how it had played out; handcuffed, hostaged, suicide, mothered, stabbing, be handing, regeneration-so yeah, I may not have been in the right stage of mind to be making correct decisions. Not to mention my shoulder was bundled up from being shot. So when Ty and I kept making out and he led me back into the house as the cement truck kept grinding sludge into the now grey murky water of the pool I gave him no resistance.
He was gentle, well as gentle as I guessed a vampire could be, and slowly undressed me, covering my body with small soft kisses until he had me fully naked, my hard cock exposed and quivering in the dim light of the room as he stepped back from the bed and smiled then started peeling off his clothes, letting me see him naked for the first time.
Like Ash he was ripped, corded muscles wrapped around corded muscle-his thick cock finally revealed and standing straight out from a next of glossy pubic hair as inky black and shiny as the hair on his head. He looked as sexy as I always thought he would, my cock throbbed as he stood quietly for a moment then smiled down at me and eased onto the bed, his fingers lightly playing up and down the length of my body, never touching my cock.
Laying next to each other, while Ty stroked me I reached over and started stroking him back-cocks throbbing we started to kiss again-he felt so good-playfully I tugged at his earlobe with my ear while he stroked his lips down over my neck and I felt the electric tingle of his teeth (well, fangs) stroke over my skin and just about shot my wad right then and there.
Rolling over on top of my, smashing our pre come leaking junk together I moaned as Ty got right to it, nuzzling his mouth down against my neck, his lips soft and slick, he parted those blood filled lips and let his fangs deploy then sank them into my soft flesh, not grabbing veins or draining me but rather holding onto me as our bodies ground together and I left my body and went into his. That is the only way it can be described. There may had been two bodies but there was only one spirit at that moment, it wasn’t like the sensation I’d been having on the ship but something new and amazing and in short something which I just can’t do justice to describe.
We were having sex, but not in a way I had traditionally known, our minds were more involved than our bodies-while Ty and the vamp from the bar did have a great time in the physical sense he was with another vamp-not a human with a bullet in his shoulder.
When Ty finally eased his fangs out of my neck my eyes snapped open and I came, well, didn’t just come I exploded like a volcano, my back arching and twisting while Ty giggled on top of me, his steel hard cock still slashing against my now come froth covered piece. I slid my free hand down over the hard cheeks of his ass, shuddering at the feel of his smooth bubble of a butt.
“Watch this,” he hissed, his hot breath streaking against my cheek as he sat up, straddling me and my still oozing dick, and leaned back. Closing his eyes and squinting he came, his cock squirting high, thick slashes of come up into the air while he moaned and let his head roll back, fangs fully deployed and exposed again as he came hard over and over again, this thick wild smelling come smacking back down onto my skin and onto the pool of my own orgasm which was puddle onto my chest.
He cuddled down next to me (Ty! Cuddling!) before getting a towel to do clean up. We grinned like idiots at each other through the entire process. We started another round once the copious come had been cleaned up.
Some hours later Ty put another load of cement into the pool then drove me to the hospital where we sat with Ash, Marta and Cole. Ty had explained that after a few more truck barrels of cement Ash would have a new tennis court and would have to find a new place on the grounds to drop in a new pool. Sally’s remains would be covered in concrete and clay for a long, long time. Between those materials and my lax attention to repairing the OUT feature of his sleep chamber the world would hopefully never see the light of Sally again.
Marta had been stitched up; sitting next to her I stroked her hand while still holding Ty’s hand. Her grip told me everything, I wasn’t proud of what I had said to her on learning her deepest secret. She had given her life to my care and I was grateful. Uncle would have been furious with my words to her but I think even he would have forgiven me after the battle royal in my room.
“Some family
we have given you,” she said.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” I said back, squeezing Ty’s hand as well.
“Who here knew about teen wolf here?” I finally asked. The exchange of smirks told me everyone.
“Lot of us out there in a lot of ways,” Ty finally said quietly.
“We’ve gotta go Ty,” Ash said, “dawn soon.”
Ty squeezed my hand, kissed my cheek and stepped to the door as he pointed toward the window.
“Race you.”
Ash didn’t answer, just leapt to the window sill and into the darkness, Marta and I heard his wings deploy and flap into the night. I pulled a chair as close to the bed as I could get it, holding onto her hand the entire time.
“We never meant to hurt you,” she started.
I squeezed her hand.
“You didn’t,” I said with a smile, squeezing her hand.
And they hadn’t. Later that night I would have great sex (again) with a vampire who loved me and I loved back and be safe in the house my father (and mother I now knew) had provided. What the rest of the future had in store I didn’t know. Didn’t care. I had family, yeah some I had just found and some were dead and some were living dead but family is family and you play with the hand you are dealt, more “Uncle-ism” I had been raised with.
Sitting there I re capped my life.
Born healthy, check. Given up for adoption, check. Adopted, check. Orphaned, check. Uncled, check. Vampired up, check. Found Uncle to be father and best housekeeper in the world mother, check. In love with one of those vampires, check. Tricked with a hot werewolf, check. I did not need television, movies or even books for entertainment.
“Go home. Or to your den or wherever hot monsters like you hang out,” I said with a grin to Cole. “And thanks for the life saving thing,”
Standing with a stretch (all those contracting muscles must be hell to keep loose and limber!) the tall guy crossed the room and kissed me on the forehead before dropping me a grin and leaving the room.
Marta had closed her eyes. I had been watching her and looked out of the window to see the faint glimmer of dawn out the window. I closed my eyes as well and drifted off into a deep sleep alongside her knowing the score.
Monsters: Zip, Us: One.
So far.
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About the author:
James Brock has sold comedy material to Joan Rivers and Phyllis Diller, has had two essay’s published with Alyson Publications as well as essay material published with The Seattle Gay News, and The Seattle Standard. He also sold just over two and half billion (well a couple hundred) stories to just about every (now defunct) gay porn magazine there was.
Other books by this author include Nightvine, Tales of the Dark and Men Overboard! An Aaron Turner Mystery.
James Brock lives in Seattle.
Contact:
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
About the Author
