...My Junior year in HS is always my favorite - next to my Senior year. I've been on this ride for a long time. 2 years in a high-school and then 2 or 4 in a college. Move on and repeat.

The back-story is always the same: Parents died after a long illness due to a chemical spill and left a trust. I convinced the trustee to invest in Ethereum when it was $8. Courts emancipated me at 16. I moved "here" over the summer. My name is Nate but my friends call me "Night". Where does a guy work out around here?

If I said I was a vampire - you'd get the real picture completely wrong. I'm a vampire. And no - we don't want anyone's blood. Told you you'd get the wrong picture. As a matter of fact - about everything you've ever heard about us is half true and the other half is so different than what legend says that people tend not to believe it anyhow. Which brings me to my next factoid: There is no "magic". No "curse". And no "undead". All that stuff is in old books and was told by people who don't understand how shat works. What is for real is a very complex series of genetics that somehow made their way into the "human" genome and express themselves in very different ways than how most genes express themselves. Rather than bore you with the detailed scientific explanations - I'll simply walk you through my journal and explain what's going on. I started recording it on computers in the 80's so I'll start with those logs to minimize time writing. And since I repeat the same process every 4-6 years from a different location - you'll get the flow of how things go.  But, let me tell those of you who think your generation is "new, shiny & special": Every generation thinks that & other than some changes in fashion, dialect & pop-culture - you're generally no different than your grandparents were at your age. People age & time passes but I move through time ever-changing but fundamentally unchanged.

If you're born with the folded genetics (the term for a set of five-base-pair chromosomes that are literally LZW compressed data that uncompress at puberty & become dominant genetic expressions; - as opposed to being the novo-generated adult offspring of another vamp) - then you're going to be polydactyl with perfectly symmetrical 6-fingered hands & 6-toed feet. And the symmetry is so perfect that doctors in the delivery room have been known to miss the variant. The advantages of having the extra digits are enormous (especially if you play the piano ;-). And I can't think of any disadvantages other than the shock people show when they 1st realize that the full sized hand that they shook is extra-large for a reason other than merely big structures.

Despite having 6 toes on each foot; -People who find feet a 'fetish of sorts' (& there is a reason such appreciations exist) have told me that my size 11 wide's are "sexy as fuck". It's the overall symmetry (not adequately illustrated in the image to the left as shown in a natural human model ... BTW).

I am a shape-shifter of sorts and there is a reason for that.  Some of the DNA in my cells is constantly being replaced with new DNA that is not of my own. This gradual replacement keeps the telomeres in my cells long and has the side effect of slowly changing my appearance over time to the average expression between me in the 'now' & of new DNA that replaced the old.  Since red blood cells have no genetic payload - this explains why I'm NOT interested in blood. What I need to acquire are DNA segments already reduced via meiosis and ready to be combined into a divided set of chromosomes and that source comes from (1) and only one place. This is why real vamps are NOT interested in women, but only men. This socially kinjite biological fact is also why almost all vampire legends substitute "blood drinking via fangs" - instead of what really goes on as we 'feed'; -& by skewing the facts - "protect" those like me from being detected for who we are.  Now, the guys that legend says are the protectors of the vampire; -Those guys aren't a mere side-plot. They are the focus of my attention, protection & they are as addicted to me as the worst junkie can be addicted - (without most of the negative stigmas of addiction). Nevertheless, my relationship with each of them is purely symbiotic - NOT parasitic.

On day-1 of the school year, I waste no time picking out what sports I plan to participate in the coming year. At the time-frame being discussed - I was about 6', 190 lb of: black hair, blue eyed dark-complexion, well developed bod with bones that are so hard & strong that I suspect graphene is in their makeup.  So whatever contact sport I choose (yes - contact) I'm at the peak of the game with reflexes easily +300-500% faster than average and a 2nd tier of physical strength that exceeds inhuman (the reason is astonishing).  And ... I'm scoping for other guys - guys in great shape who are working hard to express their genetic potential - guys who lack disease - genetic or otherwise (this - my sense of smell and taste will tell me).  And, although I'm technically an alpha predator - the "prey" are not expected to die ... but just the opposite.  And people (even animals) know instinctively that I'm dangerous - intimidating as fuck - not because I'm an asshole or anything negative about my personality. It's the way I move - talk, visibly process the environment around me. Superior vision, hearing & all other senses acute beyond measure constantly affect the nuances of my body language.  My poise is precise, stutterless, warm, casual, accepting & a voice that most men unknowingly process with the music center of their brain.  The combination of all of these traits telegraphs to everyone around me that my space is to be entered with respect & just a healthy hint of reserved hesitation. I choose my words wisely with respect. You see - I am also targeting alpha males & use diplomacy as an art to avoid conflict.  I know how to stroke another guy's ego. Having a house to myself - being "emancipated" & having money, nice possessions such as my motorcycle, sports car and SUV make me the ultimate friend other men want to lekk with. 

In the locker room the wrestling coach introduces me and I see the myriad of assorted looks I've seen too many times before to count - across a field of new faces.  The routine series of howdy's, handshakes, welcomes & 'high-11's meet me as so many times in the past. I make mental notes of 3 extremely good looking guys and as I turn #4 enters my visual field - a blonde guy built beautifully who probably tips the muscle scales at 200 lbs from years of working his ass off.  His handsome, chiseled features approach with a perfect smile with water from the shower still dripping from him.  He extends his hand to mine & as I accept it - I notice just a hint of tiredness in his smile.  "Tory", he says - spoken in a warm gentle tone.  His exhaled breath hits my face and I instinctively stop breathing in because I know the subtle hint of leukemia when I smell it.  Trying to keep my positive demeanor I shake his hand warmly and speak his name back to him followed by, "Nate'...call me 'Night".

"Holy sh!t you've got big hands.", Tory observed as he casually released the grip on my paw.

"There are 6 reasons for that.", I spoke as I held my left hand up & spread my fingers slightly. I could see the faces in the locker-room change from slightly confused to realization as each guy finally realized he was looking at 5 fingers plus a thumb. The coach, who also taught biology was shocked as he realized what he was seeing. "I've never seen polydactal expression so natural looking.", he commented. "I don't know how long I wouldn't have noticed it if you hadn't pointed it out. Anyway, I can't think of any rules that will interfere with you competing." 

As the other guys in the locker-room were still shaking their heads in stunned awe, I commented: "Cheerleaders seem to like 'em...", as I cupped each hand outward in front of me at "tit level". The room burst into laughter as the joke took hold & biases about breasts dispelled even the notion that male cheering was also a growing trend & by doing so planted the presumption that I was "into tits". I continued, "But if we're on the mat & I get one of these on you - you're gonna know it.", as I picked up a nearby basketball from the top, & while standing beside the coach - put my arm around him so that my hand rested on his left trap & gave it a few gentle squeezes. He laughed as I stepped away & sat on the bench beside Tory.

Being the beginning of the year - the coach wanted to be able to sift the strengths & weakness from the team.  For me this whole event is just for show anyhow.  The week before finals competitions begin I'll tell the coach I tore my non-dominant rotator cuff or something 'serious' & that will bench me -leaving me as the team manager and training-assistant for the next 2 years. But for now I tell the coach that I want to push myself more by wrestling with a higher weight class - as I point at Tory.  This isn't going to be fun for me -as my goal in this is to get Tory to realize something isn't quite right.  And so we start.  Nobody notices the occasional light ripple along the old overhead lighting fixtures as we wrestle.  After about 5 minutes - Tory is breathing hard and takes note that he can't seem to pin, hold or immobilize me.  As he comes in harder at me I flush my sweat with a mild intoxicant that is absorbed thru the skin of anyone I make contact with.  I know that visible bruising is often a symptom of leukemia so I apply more force during pins & throws.  At the 10 minute mark - Tory is light headed, slightly road-rashed & with some visible bruising.  Coach stops our scrimmage and with a handshake & concern in my voice - I tell him: "Bro...something seems off with you. Please - get a real physical ASAP & make sure they do a blood panel.".  Try-outs continue over the rest of the class & the 10 minute warning bell soon rings. Time to shower & hit the next class.

Showers are where guys take full note of my physique. My body fat is 0% - literally. My skin is uniformly dark olive with no tan lines. My 77.27 kg weight is arranged into densely packed muscle & I have an impressive 14cm uncut "show d!ck" about 1.75 cm in shaft diameter flaccid with large balls that are just shy of being considered low-hangers. My muscular hands & feet both have perfect proportioned 6-phanangee symmetry with each half of my body being a mirror image of the other (perfect mirror symmetry is actually another subtle tell that a guy is a vamp because it never happens naturally). My legs are so well muscled & defined that wrestlers fear being locked by them. And my ass is tight & muscular - filling out a pair of Levi 550 denims with my larger legs, perfectly. I can tell alot about a guy's various personality traits during shower conversation especially when they meet me for the 1st time naked. Most guys know what makes a guy attractive sexually - even if they don't admit to being attracted themselves. Most are. And my physique exposes men who are stunned by it.

"Nice physique.", Tory said. "No wonder you were handling me so well on the mat today."

"Actually Bro", I began. "I'm not that good. Seems like maybe you were off a bit. Remember what I suggested...Full blood panel.", as I placed my right hand on his left shoulder. Tory nodded.

My next class was advanced bio. I noticed that Shane, from wrestling, was in it so I picked a desk next to his. Shane is a red-haired light complected hottie with just the faintest hint of freckles.  The teacher went over the class objective & overviews the book, lab format, etc. Shane seemed a bit overwhelmed. For me it's all old news with new faces.  "Hey, - it's not a hard as it looks." - I spoke to Shane. "You take it on the same way you eat an elephant: 1 bite at a time.", I finished.. 
"Is that what they served for lunch...", Shane smiles.  "Man, you were really owning Tory during wrestling!", he whispered.
"Something's not square with him...I'm not that good.", I repLied. More small-talk & soon the bell rang for the next class.

Health class is not usually offered to juniors - but it's equivalent isn't on the transcript I forged so I'm the upper classman here with a bunch of sophomores. One guy seems a bit better developed physically than most other guys and is stunningly handsome - with black hair & blue eyes set on a perfect face & square jaw. I casually take the chair beside him & offering my hand, speak- "Nate".  Eyes full of life glisten back at me as he shakes my hand, replying "Danny".  Danny doesn't know that I've spiked the perspiration on my hand to dismantle his inhibitions some as it is absorbed thru his palm.  The health class covers all sorts of health topics that the school deems teenagers should know about. Totally bereft of any wisdom in the name of political correctness - were all told that we need to be tolerant without being "judgmental" followed by the inevitable mention of sexual orientation, identity, etc.  Danny comments that he identifies as a graduating senior & asks if he can take his diploma & leave now.  Inhibitions lowered. I laugh at the comment & give Danny an affirming nod at his sarcasm while I offer a high-5 handshake. He accepts and I dope him again with a chem that makes my (only my) touches act on him as if he was on MDMA.  With his enhanced wit & lowered inhibitions - Danny manages to make several excellent off-color jokes during the lecture that raise a raucous of laughter from the class.  Each time I join in and high-5 him while laughing myself.  And although he doesn't know why - by the end of class, Danny feels like we've been best friends for a while.  The bell rings and on the way out the door, I put my hand on his upper arm & tell him that if he keeps cracking jokes like that I'm gonna sign up for the class twice.  With an ear-to-ear grin he explains that he's on-a-roll & having a good day "or something".  My next class is "Weight room / Study hall". 

Even though it's been 20 years since I attended this high-school, - there's a woman teacher who I catch staring at me. I pretend not to notice & try to figure out what teachers 20 years ago would look like if they aged 20 years. Suddenly I realize that it's Sue Taylor - my biology teacher from 20-years ago.  Wasting no time, I turn to Sue & say, "Hey - I think I recognize you from my dad's old yearbook. Weren't you his biology teacher? I'm Nate Knight Jr.", I explain. I can see her facial expressions change as she puts together a fake puzzle built on presumptions, & half truths.
"Of course! You look so much like him." - she exclaims.
"I hear that quite often.", I reply.
"What is he up to these days?", she inquires.
"Unfortunately he & mom were involved in a lab accident a few years back. They didn't make it.", I repLie.
"So sorry..." she consoles in an empathic tone as the 10-minute warning bell rings to prep for the next class..

As I entered the gym's weight room, - I noticed that I was alone except for Danny's red face as he's putting the squat machine to the test. I give him the thumbs up & his smile beams as I jaunt over to spot him.  "Leg day today?", I query.
"Yeah ... it'll be 2 days & it'll hit me hard. Best be on the weekend.", he explains. "Funny to be starting the year on a Wednesday.", he adds. I nod.
"Speaking of the weekend, - you're welcome to hang out at my place. I've got a great home gym.", I offer.
"What about your parents?"
"I'm emancipated. On my own. Trust fund and unmoderated liquor cabinet...but you need to keep that last bit to yourself."
Danny's jaw dropped. "No way!"
"Way...", I grinned.
"I'm emancipated too! Parents got in a legal sh!t-storm and I live with my uncle - who would rather I didn't. I had to get a job last year to make ends meet which is why I'm in health class this year."
"I was told it was required at this high-school. That's why I'm there. I thought you looked a little older.", I explained.
"But I don't know if I'll be able to graduate. May need to get another job." I saw my opening.
"Education is important. Tell you what: You can move into my place. I'm tired of being alone all the time. It will work out for your uncle and I've got money.", I offered.
"Are you fuck'n serious!" Danny exclaimed as he let the squat rack slam down.
"Yeah. I'm a quick judge of character & I think you'd be an awesome roomie - you being a comic and all...", I spoke extending a hand.
Waiting no time, Danny took my hand & cupped the other around the outside of the grip while exclaiming, "This is awesome!"
"You can move in tonight if your want, but...", I paused while shooting a firm grin and ramping up the chemistry in our handshake, "You need to promise that you won't tell anyone that I'm a vampire."
Danny blew a puff of air past his lips in a half-scoff and replied: "Anything you want - just as long as you're not planning to fuck me up the ass!"
With a large grin I replied with no subterfuge whatsoever, "Bro ... I am literally the last person on the planet who would do that sh!t to a buddy."

We continued the workout - each shedding our shirts about 15 minutes in.  "I had no idea you were that shredded!", he exclaimed.
"No body fat. Good thing I have plenty of collagen.", I replied.  "And you're in great shape yourself, anyhow.", I continued.
"Seriously ... what are you 4% or less BMI?", he probed.
"0% ... remember ... vampire.", I said with a large grin.
"Yeah, right...", he halfheartedly agreed. "So, how come your out in daylight?", he pried.
"You've been watching too many movies.", I commented. "You probably think vamps drink blood, too", I grinned.
Danny paused on the weight machine as he looked at me with a confused expression. "We don't.", I replied with a grin.

Toward the end of the workout Danny's walk was unsteady. The leg workout was only part of the reason - the only part he was aware of. The other reason was the chemical spike in his bloodstream from exposure to my perspiration. It dulled pain and made the recipient euphoric. It also screwed with equilibrium.  That unsteadiness to a man's gate makes a great excuse to come along beside him to "help" support while using the physical contact to ramp up the exposure. 

"15 minutes before the last bell of the day.", I spoke.  "Showers."
Danny nodded in agreement & leaned into me some to steady him as we stripped to gym shorts & stood beneath the cool shower jets. "Overdid the legs I think", he smiled. After about 3 minutes, I shut the water off & toweled us off.

"I tell you what..."We'll use the hot-tub at my place. It'll give you some quality recovery time, too". Danny was too vamped to object or even realize his euphoria was unusual.

Putting just my shoes on while my gym shorts dripped water down my legs, I jogged across the parking lot and drove my Toyota SUV over to the gym exit.  Danny was still sitting where I had left him - still only in his gym shorts, & I got him into the vehicle in no time.
My house was only 2 km from the School & I made single sided small-talk as I drove him to the place - with my hand on the upper part of his back gently squeezing his neck & traps as we drove.  The sensation incapacitated him.  He was aware of everything he was feeling. It isn't like being drunk with alcohol. The sensations are so good that the person under the influence of vamp-venom simply loses the motivation to do anything else except enjoy the overwhelming feelings of euphoria, well-being and the intense pleasure of being touched so tenderly & affectionately by the vamp. I lifted Danny like a sack of potatoes out of the SUV & brought him inside to my Jacuzzi as he chuckled about being carried around.  Pulling the insulated lid back, the steam of 103.5F degree water filled the air - fogging all windows.  I kicked off my shorts & shoes; & gently pulled Danny's shorts off while he was still over my shoulder.  I lowered him down into the water - seating him on a shaped underwater support.  The temperature of the water on his skin caused him to let out a deep pleasured groan.  I slid down into the water naked beside him. He was beautiful from head to toe.

"I have a feeling you could appreciate a nice long soapy massage...", I commented as I pressed a button on the Jacuzzi that eliminated the bubbles from the jets. Producing a bottle of shampoo from a side compartment in the tub, I squeezed a great big dollop of warm, hot-tub friendly shampoo into his hair & gently pulled Danny from the shelf where he had been into the deeper water of the tub where I positioned him on top of my legs to support him as I worked the soap into him scalp.  The sensation of being touched along with pressurized water jets all over him as he floated in the support of my caressing arms caused a continuous series of deep appreciative soft groans to force their way from his throat.  As I widened the area of my massage, his groans of pleasured contentment grew and gradually I rolled him so that his face/neck & throat were all within proximity of my mouth and his body floated occasionally breaching the surface of the water at his chest, knees, big bare feet & partially flaccid penis. While his eyes were still closed, I moved my lips to his exposed throat where I could detect the distinct temperature difference from his carotid artery & jugular. Opening wide & turning my head into alignment I lowered my open maw onto his neck and when my lower incisors made contact two fine, hidden hypodermic fangs normally hidden beneath the inner gum line behind each incisor sprang & retracted in under 10 milliseconds -each delivering a chemical payload custom designed to my intent at the moment. In this case, the complex chemistry would interfere with potassium channels in nerve conduction as well as raise blood pressure slightly, shut down the kidneys for several hours and deliver a massively pleasurable intoxicating effect which is best described as a cross between opiates, MDMA, coke and alcohol. Danny opened his eyes -having just barely felt a very brief sting from the injection.  Pulling away just a bit I looked him in the eyes & said: "It's OK...roll with it brother...".  Within seconds Danny's pupil's widely dilated as he exhaled in a deep sigh as a contented pleasure beyond anything he'd ever felt begin to soak into his brain sending waves of warm sensations down into his arms, chest & towards his feet - causing all of the muscles to twitch slightly & then deeply relax.  The effect of the potassium blocker made voluntary movement of any nature extremely difficult - while also changing the timing involved in nerve firing.  Men describe the effects as feeling like you body is gigantic with every sensation of touch being amplified & sensed in amazing accuracy - as if you could feel and isolate every single nerve ending.  The chemistry also prevents the natural anesthesia that normally would occur after a long period of being touched, massaged or even tickled. Where normally, the body dulls the feeling of repeated sensation - the modified nerve behavior is as sensitive after 8 hours as it was the first few seconds.   

My left hand was supporting Danny's neck and with my right I began to lightly stroke his abs & chest - giving his nipples extra attention.  This caused his breathing to become slightly more excited changing the tone of his groans as his perfect feet & toes began to slowly & involuntarily curl & then straighten - his toes spreading slightly & then curling a bit tighter. The amplified effect of the stimulation to his nipples caused his penis to become rock hard in under a minute - growing to an impressive 8" with over an inch in diameter capped w. a hungry purplish dickhead just barely wider at the base than the rest of the shaft. I gentled on him for another minute or so until I observed a thick white mucilage begin to slowly ooze from his cock accompanied by an increase in the visible stiffness and girth along his shaft causing his cumm-canal to bulge more prominently along the entire length.  The urge to ejaculate became a frantic need as pleasure like fire plead with Danny's spinal cord for completion. His breathing came is short gasps as the muscles in his ass began to fibrillate in anticipation of orgasm.  However, the effects of the potassium blocker prevented Danny's spinal cord from sending the return signal that would cause ejaculation. The potassium blocking chemistry needed to be interfered with in order to allow that and this was accomplished by an enzyme in my saliva (among other locations) that was absorbed through the skin and remained in the body for less than a minute unless it was renewed.  "Looks like you need some lov'n..." I spoke through my smile as I repositioned myself at Danny's groin level.  Sliding my lips around his straining erection & moving it deeper into my MAW I began to slide my tongue around on the surface of his frenulum as the chemistry of my saliva changed. Danny's breathing was punctuated with long, intense pleasured groans as tears began to weep from his partially closed eyes. Another 10-15 seconds passed when the enzyme finally made it thru the stretched skin of his penis into his bloodstream & to his spinal nerves where an explosion of signals caused his ejaculation to seize him.  His vocalization reflected the deep satisfaction of feeling the powerful muscles along his cumm-canal contract causing full, satisfying volleys of semen to erupt from his manrod into my watering maw.  What the overall chemistry causes men to experience - is a series of long, mind-blowing multiple orgasms that go on for several minutes at a time and finally abate when the muscles responsible for orgasm become exhausted & simply cannot contract without being refreshed by oxygen rich blood.  When this occurred, I simply removed my mouth and Danny's penis became flaccid rapidly as blood flow was restored.  This lasts about 90-180 seconds as the potassium blocking enzyme is eliminated from the man's bloodstream.  Soon after, Danny's erection began to form again as I softly kissed & licked around his chest & nipples.  His skin tasted salty from the intense sweating & I decided to continue this in the bedroom as I lifted him out of the tub & dried us both off. 

I took a bottle of cold water from the fridge near the tub & held it to Danny's lips as he chugged it through his intense high.  His erection was already talking to him again so I carried him to my bed & laid him on it - & settled down to slowly torment his ejaculation reflex in a way only a vampire can. You see, a vamp's penis, like a humans is a multi-function appendage. In humans it discharges p!ss & semen. So can a vamps. However, the plumbing is very different in an organ that looks nearly identical - except vamps have, what appears to be, a slight seam-like crease that runs along what appears to be a normal scrotum - vertically between what appears to be testicles. Whenever a guy outside the circle of 'friends' asks about it, - the reply "surgical scar" always answers the question. However, it really is a seam and the entire organ (referred to as a slavic-phallus) is designed to open at that seam while a series of very sensitive, manueverable muscular structures guide a man's penis in thru that opening as the lubricated inner shaft above stretches to accommodate the full length & girth of a man's erection while the larger, lower, seamed structure guides the man's testicles inside the shaped pouch - (one per side of the split) as the outer surface wraps around engulfing the mans scrotum & forms a gentle seal with a highly viscous mucilage within that bathes the entirety of the captured manhood in circulated vamp mucilage. The muscles lining the upper portion that surrounds the man's captured penis are able to contract strongly & rhythmically in order to masturbate the man's captive love tool in a number of well controlled, seducing patterns. Running along the inside of what looks like the vamp's cum-canal is a very small diameter muscular tube called a "undulating urethral nerve duct (UUND)" that is about half the diameter of a man's urethra. The end of this structure finds the opening-slit of the man's penis and sits in wait until he ejaculates or urinates. That action pressurizes the urethra and opens the tip of his penis to facilitate discharge. When this happens, the UUND enters through the opening & expands just barely enough to slow the speed of the fluid being discharged & thus keeping the urethra wide & pressurized. This makes it very simple for the UUND to very quickly undulate down the length of his urethra to several cm past his prostate gland. A man who is ejaculating does not even know this has happened. Once in place, the UUND fires hundreds of structures along its length that resemble the nematocysts of a Portuguese-Man-O-War. These implant into the nearby walls of the length of the man's urethra & are designed to couple the vamp's sensory nervous system to the man's. It is a 2-way nervous bridge - that the vamp can use to endlessly deliver pleasure to the man's ejaculation reflex & also feel to some degree of what the man is experiencing - although not nearly as intensely. See, the pleasure a vamp delivers is designed to overcome a man's will & incapacitate him in by the pleasure of the experience. Men have said that if the feelings were pain - that no torture would come close. If it was pain - there is nothing a man wouldn't confess to in order to get it to stop. But it's pleasure and there is nothing a man wouldn't say to have it continue. It is the most addictive stimulus on the planet because the entire process was designed to overwhelm a man's mind with the euphoria of vamp-drug chemistry; - & subdue his muscles with customized ion-inhibitors & reward the act of submission (delivering the gametes contained in his sperm into the vamp's slavic-phallus) with a series of vastly prolonged orgasms that are so intense that they require a strong athletic physique able to endure a proverbial marathon.       

  & enjoy the feel of his hard penis dry-heaving endlessly within my maw all night long. It's an intensely satisfying & pleasurable experience to drive a handsome, healthy beautiful man into repeated bouts of ejaculation-induced ecstasy all night long. To hear the non-stop satiated groans of enjoyment punctuated by deeply satisfied vocalizations of release as he cums over and over again - finally ending in crying sobs as he continues to ejaculate - because it all feels so good to him. Vampires make love to every inch of a man & learn the placement of every favored nerve ending even the hairs on his head, hands & toes. And after a full weekend of unspeakably pleasurable body-wide extended sex, the man is positioned face down on top of the vampire balls-to-balls, stubble on stubble -wrapped up in protection as the vamp gives him a final lightning-fast bite to render him deeply unconscious so that he does not have to endure the hours of withdrawls from the chemistry cocktail that drove him to such highs earlier.  Most men cannot survive the stress of these withdrawls if they were to endure them awake.  So, vampires create the ultimate junkie: A man who experiences the highs but never the withdrawls.  And what is the vamp vamping? DNA - transported directly to cells in mitosis from the very sperm of the man seduced by the vamp.  A vamp who pairbonds with a single man for a long while begins to look more and more like him as cells renewed by the DNA of the vamp's paramour are incorporated into the vamp's own physiology.  Stay bonded for a decade & people ask if you're brothers. Stay pair bonded for multiples of that & people begin to mistake the vamp as his paramour's son. But that assumes you stick with a single diet.

Vamps sleep but it's very different. We're able to keep part of our brains alert while others recharge. Consider the circumstance: I'm on my back pecs to pecs, balls to balls with muscular guy who tips the scales at about 85+ kilos. His legs are together - between mine with his knees, shins & feet resting on the bed itself.  His head is propped on a pillow on my shoulder - turned facing the side of my head.  In this position, I can hear him breathe, feel his heartbeat & by taking each hand in mine & lightly folding my legs so that my feet snug his feet I can feel the pulse at his extremities and even know if his limbs are too warm or too cold to adjust position & covers as needed. Because he's deeply unconscious at this stage - it's important that I pay attention to all of these physiological parameters so that he doesn't get injured - or worse.  So, even when I sleep - I'm aware of & attentive to his physical needs. Changes in the sound of his breathing, pulse, temperature, - even the strength of his abdominal wall against mine as it expands in sync with his breathing and mine - because as he inhales I exhale & vise-versa.  My vision's acuity dips down into the infrared and my hearing is several magnitudes more sensitive than the average person.  And the last physiological factoid is that a vamp's body is loaded with superconducting proteins that form arrays of virtual circuits that can control upwards of a million amperes of electric current - that form intensely strong & highly configurable magnetic fields & make a detection web of flux extending 15-20 meters from the vamp's body in all directions as he sleeps.  Metals, - even water that enter the field causes field compressions that can be sensed by the vamp.   If would be a poor choice for anyone or anything to threaten a vamp or his "guest"; - and you do not want to be the one who learns the hard lesson regarding this. 

The first few times a guy gets bedded by a vamp - recovery can take 16 to 24 hours. This usually consists of about 80% coma followed by an increasingly pleasurable experience as the side effect of waking up from a vamp induced coma is periodic twitching of the muscles all along a man's ejaculation channel. In conjunction with the mild intoxication caused by contact with the vamp's perspiration - most men experience this twitching around the prostate area as intensely pleasurable - the result of which causes an extended length erection & cumulates with a very satiating, voluminous ab-soaking, abdominal stiffening, toe spreading, ejaculation.  "Good morning..."

"What if a guy is straight?" ... a question asked all the time. Most people have never considered the question. There's a joke that basically asks: "How do you turn a 'straight' guy?" The answer to the joke is "3 beers usually does it.".  Sexual response isn't a force of will; - It's a force of nature. The man doesn't direct it ... but is directed by it.  People "discover" their sexual orientations - they do not choose them.   So, when a vamp targets a guy for "intense friendship", - the guy has an "experience" with his new buddy that is the most intense set of feelings he's ever experienced & with a friend that is so accepting, loving, affectionate & awe-inspiring that extended physical contact makes him cumm like a racehorse that's been studded out.  Men also know that the vamp is dangerous - intensely so, but having someone that dangerous extend a hand of friendship makes the adrenalin of most men flow and finding yourself being seduced into the vamp's control is a massive adrenalin high - but by the time a guy knows the vamp is in control of the entire situation - it's too late.  Inhibiting potassium interferes with a man's ability to use his muscles to any effect. Resistance is futile.  So, accompanying the rush of adrenalin, lowered inhibitions, & the inability to 'escape' the situation comes a powerful series of mind-rushing highs combined with a gentle, patient massage that causes the guy's dick to reflexively go full-mast.  And in that inhibited state of mind - all that matters is the feeling - the experience of long, extended mind-blowing multiple orgasms as the vamp slowly drinks in the genetic essence of his completely seduced & conquered friend - for hours at a time. Hours.  It feels so good that it makes men cry during the best of it.  Vanilla "sex" pales in comparison.  Men simply know that THIS friendship (the one with a vamp) is "different" ... an "exception" ... & by far the best, most important friendship they have ever experienced!  To say it's "LOVE" is a colossal understatement.  "Straight" is a presumption that ends the day a vamp shakes hands with someone he's interested in.