Vamping update

You come home before dawn, hungry and horny, and knowing there’s no reason you should go to your coffin that way when there’s a solution for both. Jason is still in bed, warm body sprawled out like a feast. Naked and not awake until noon, just the way you like them. You slip into his bed without waking him and ease the covers off his body. 

For a moment, you just enjoy the sight, warmed by the one finger of scotch lighting the sky just before sunrise. He’s not outrageously handsome, with the slight crook of a broken and healed nose, but his body is ideally masculine. Broad shoulders, muscular limbs, small neat waist. You’d say you were lucky to have a man like him, but luck had nothing to do with it.

You pick up his cock, warm and soft, but you know what it can do when it’s hard, and making it that way is second nature to you. Bending down to it, you flick your tongue out, just touching the very tip of his manhood. Your tongue swirls around his glans, slickening his helmet with your spit as well as enjoying the heavenly taste. Jason stirs in his sleep, but he’s not getting up. You’re his own personal wet dream.

Pushing his growing erection down against his belly, you run your tongue down from the cleft under the cockhead to the scrotum. You lick your way across the wrinkled skin, then suck one large teste into your mouth. You hold it there for a long time, warming it, feeling the cum roiling inside it and using your tongue to prod its heft against your retracted fangs. Jason moans, still sleeping. His cock is leaking precum. You let it go and it stands up like a weeble; wobbles but it doesn’t fall down. Not that anyone could tell since you were bitten, but you’re old enough to remember when those commercials first aired. When you’re immortal, all kinds of jingles get stuck in your head.

A large, blue vein runs the length of his shaft, pumping blood into an appendage that’s suddenly needing a lot of blood. The vein’s an old friend of yours. You feel his pulse under your lips as you kiss it hello. Wrapping your fingers around his shaft again, you feel it swell with all that hotly thundering blood.

Your jaws open wider than most women, so you have no trouble taking his engorged dick all the way into your mouth. It slides over your tongue before coming to a rest at the opening of your throat, but it’s not done growing yet and you’re not done making it grow. You push your fangs just a little way into its juicy girth, not enough to break the taut skin—you want him at his full length, but you don’t want him to wake up yet.

Even if he doesn’t know how much he wants you, his body does. As his curly pubes tickle your nose, his knob throbs at the back of your throat. He grunts in his sleep; your little caveman. You glance up at him to see he’s waking up, then curl your fingers around his engorged shaft—yours—and jerk it off while you twist your tongue around the cockhead. If he’s going to wake up, it’s going to be because he’s enjoying coming down your throat so much.

Only Jason isn’t waking up anymore—he is up, grabbing you by the hair, snapping your head back as he comes. His cock pops out of your mouth just before it spurts, balls clenching between his thighs, and the salvo shoots through the air to smack against your face in a sticky line from your cheek to your neck. The barrage continues; thick smacks of cum landing on your face until it’s nearly covered, all the semen that Jason’s replenished in his sleep now spent in one fell swoop. 

“Hey!” you cry, undignified for a being of your nature, but so is being covered in his jizz. “What’s the big idea?”

His cock pumps out another rope of cum, you open your mouth to catch it, and luck is with you as he fires it into your mouth as well as your lips. It tastes good, but not feeling his cock thrumming as he ejaculates just isn’t the same.

“I don’t mind you sucking me off—in fact, there’s a rumor going around that I really like it—but if you’re going to do it, you should at least wake me up to enjoy it.”

You lick your lips. “You’re awake,” you say. “Wanna fuck my face?”

He lets go of your hair. “Fangs or no fangs?”

You smile.