That One Bloodsucking Boyslut

The past summer, I was enrolled in Sunnydale University. Because I was technically a quest in the USA, I had to be the perfect example of an exchange student – with the accent of exchange, you know, give and take. What did my fellow classmates give me?

Hard American dick.

In return, what did they get?

Off, big time, each and every time, on the hottest male ass from Southeast Asia. I wasn’t on campus a week yet and the word was out: Jake Jersey is the slut-bucket of the freshman class. I was the place every needy guy could empty his nuts. The air conditioning never worked – it was certainly wasn’t equal to the blazing desert that was the summer air outside. But that gave me the excuse to run around in my hot pants. Getting looks from the other guys was just a bonus; being noticed was what I wanted. About the only time I am ever naked is when I’m bare ass naked and getting my butt plowed. Oh, yeah, and when I’m in the shower.

Alpha Delta is one of the oldest dorms on campus; it had those huge old group shower. But that was fine. In the big dim, dark, humid room, I got the chance to see the selection and decide whom I wanted to make my move on.

Before the term was halfway through, I had at one point or another hosted half my classmates back in my room. My roommates didn’t mind, they were regularly getting a piece of my ass every other day.

But that all changed in one night.

It had happened after summer, awhile after thanksgiving. While I was walking home from the library – yes, I actually studied, though I also sucked off several upperclassmen in the john – I died.

Disappearances on campus were fairly common, but I, like many of my classmates, didn’t put much into rumors and hearsay. But when a handsome guy catches my eye in the shadows, I’m not averse to getting a quickie before bed! That was probably the mistake that drove the nail into my coffin. The kiss was electrifying, lips cold from the chilly air warmed, as we tasted each other. His hands were already squeezing my buttocks earnestly. My hands slid into his black duster, feeling strong muscles along his arms and chest. Lip locked for several minutes, I wondered how long this man could hold his breath.

It turned out to be very long.

After several moments, I broke the kiss first, breathless. My lungs were aching; I was dizzy and so turned on I could feel my whole body beginning to go into overdrive from the need to just fuck.

Gulping down air, I gazed at the stranger, an amazed smile on my face, “Who are you?”

The man smiled confidently and leaned in to caress my neckline with light kisses, “Spike.”

Without warning he bit down.

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I don’t know how long I was out, but I when came to, I was bathed in pain and pleasure, I felt weaker than a kitten and there were spots in my eyes. One thing was for sure, there was a big cock up my ass and it was rubbing against my prostate like a jackhammer. Despite the pain, if fucking felt /good/.

“Still alive?” That guy…from before, what was his name? Spike. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but that cock just slammed into me again. I could only manage a low moan.

My eyes slowly found it’s way onto his face and I could vaguely feel my expression go slack. Or at least slacker than it already was.

Spike’s face was scary. I mean the kind of scary you’d expect from a great horror movie. Only real this time. That gorgeous sexy face that Billy Idol would have killed for was gone. A face that looked like what would happen if a klingon fucked a dinosaur gave birth to…this.

If it weren’t for that magnificent cock ramming me up the ass, he might’ve lost his hard on.

“What,” asked Spike, his face turning back to normal. His formerly sharp teeth smoothed out to a sexy grin, “Cat gotcher tongue?”

I was too woozy, confused, and horny to reply. At that point, I think I kind of stopped caring what was happening. I leaned forward to kiss him, my juices dripping while the cock behind me began to run into me at a faster pace.

“You’re a good fuck, I’ll give you that,” murmured Spike, breaking the kiss to lap at the side of my neck, “You’re good enough to keep around…”

It was only then, did I realize that my neck hurt. It felt wet, cold and warm at the same time.

I didn’t notice it, because I was feeling too good. Like on a high that never ends. From the best fucking Spike was giving me and…was he using drugs on me? I was dozing off at that point, and Spike’s tongue was slipping between my lips. Before I closed my eyes, I could feel him grunt and squeeze my ass. Vaguely, something warm filled me right up before everything went black.