Dude! Did you just bite me?
G.A.HAUSER
Dude! Did you just bite me?
Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2011
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Anders Anderson loved the gay scene in Manhattan. So A-list! So pretentious and narcissistic! Yeah, he was from Louisiana, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t pretend. Wasn’t that what Halloween was all about? It was the gay Christmas, after all.
The club was packed. The Saturday before creep night and everyone and their pet snake slithered in and out of the multicolored-flashing lighting.
Most of the patrons were in scant attire, showing off their sleek muscular builds and hairless chests. At twenty-two, Anders fit right in. He figured he’d hit the Big Apple first, and if someone didn’t ‘discover’ him here, LA was next.
Anders knew he was a man-magnet. Even in New Orleans he had to beat the boys back with a stick. His shaggy brown mane of hair, his dark lashes and big brown eyes, yes, he attracted men. No problem. His costume of choice? A vampire, of course. Who didn’t want a man that sucks? It was classic.
Vampire, yes. Tacky costume, no. Anders opted for a more modern version. Skin tight black slacks, black v-neck Versace top, and fangs. His credit card balance was precariously high, but you had to be in it to win it, or so they said.
Anders could barely hear himself think in the loud techno music, which he secretly hated, but everyone seemed to enjoy. Or tolerate.
One area of the lounge had a spread of food fit for the elite; shrimp, crab cakes, asparagus rolled with parma ham…the works. Once you paid your exorbitant cover fee, drinks were on the house.
Anders took a cab to the club, so as far as he was concerned, tonight was the night to drink and be horny.
The bartenders were topless, had adorable red horns on their heads and red boxer briefs. That was it. Though Anders could ogle those rounded pecs that shook while they made their magic concoctions, he decided to avoid the help and go for some primo meat.
Prime cut beef.
Who shall it be?
Anders sipped his pom-tini, which was blood red in his glass, and was climbing the ladder to being intoxicated. A place he was enjoying.
He licked the tips of his fangs and felt their sharp points. These weren’t the plastic glow in the dark fangs. These were caps, expensive ones. He had to look the part. Who knew? Hollywood agents may be here. Or Broadway theater directors. Anders didn’t care. He just wanted to be famous. Screw his dad. What did he know? College was for nerds.
He got nudged from behind.
Anders held out his drink so it didn’t spill and looked over his shoulder. A man was smiling wickedly at him.
About to make a snide comment and ignore him, instead Anders mouth hung open. This guy was hot!
“Hey!” Anders smiled and faced the man, seeing he too was in a subtle vamp costume.
“Hey yourself.”
“Wow, dude,” Anders said, shaking his head, trying to be heard over the racket of music and laughter. “You look amazing. How did you get your skin to look like that?”
“My skin?” The handsome man blinked, and appeared confused.
“Yeah. It’s pearly. Ya know? Like you put mother of pearl powder on it.” Anders ran his index finger boldly down the man’s high cheekbone. He looked at his finger to see if the pretty rainbow effect rubbed off. It didn’t.
The man appeared to be about to walk away and Anders knew he would never find him in the crowd if he did. Besides, a guy that handsome would end up hooking up quickly.
“I’m Anders.” Anders held out his hand.
“Daniel Wolf.” Daniel took it.
“You’re cold. I don’t know how some of you guys do all the special tricks to be like totally vamped out.” Anders chuckled.
“Totally vamped out.”
The way Daniel said it, mimicked Anders’ inflection and slight accent perfectly.
“Can I order you a drink?” Anders asked, wanting to keep Daniel interested.
“Yes.” Daniel smiled, showing his white fangs.
“Nice!” Anders showed his off as well. “What do you think?”
“You look tasty.” Daniel ran his finger down Ander’s throat to the top of his v-neck.
At the touch, Anders felt his cock thicken and he was awash with hot chills. The room began spinning and he had to close his eyes, though he didn’t want to.
When he came around from the swoon, Daniel was licking his finger, the one he had touched him with. Anders realized while he was slightly dizzy he’d dumped the rest of his drink onto the floor. Trying to play it cool he quickly pretended he was not so smitten and acted casual. “Uh, what did you want to drink? I need a refill.”
“Whatever you are having.”
“Okay. Don’t go away. Stay here.” Anders tucked his finger into Daniel’s belt loop and drew him to the bar with him. He heard Daniel laugh.
Anders set the empty glass on the bar and told the handsome bartender, “Two pom-tinis.”
The man nodded and began making his order.
Anders looked back at Daniel.
Daniel had been admiring him from behind. It made Anders curious, so he tried to see his own ass. As he did, Daniel closed in on him, holding Anders by his waist.
“Oh, dude. When you touch me…wow.” Chills rushed up Anders’ spine and his knees grew weak. He backed up, pushing his bottom against Daniel’s groin and ground in.
Daniel snaked both arms around Anders, embracing him.
Anders felt a puff of Daniel’s breath on his neck.
“Here you go.” The bartender set both glasses in front of Anders.
Anders saw them but couldn’t reach for them. Daniel’s contact was making him helpless and hot as hell. He watched the bartender taking another drink order. Though Anders didn’t have to pay for the booze, he did like to tip the barmen. Or at least say thank you.
As Daniel humped his ass, Anders couldn’t do anything but enjoy it. He licked his lips, thirsty for that drink.
Daniel’s tongue ran along Anders’ neck making Anders writhe where he stood. “Dude…you’re going to make me come,” Anders said, but doubted Daniel could hear it in the noise.
All contact from Daniel ceased.
Anders felt as if he were released from a spell. He turned around to see Daniel and spotted that smile again. Without thinking about the sense of disorientation Daniel had created in him, Anders picked up the drink and gulped it down to the bottom. The kick from the booze wasn’t half as strong as the power packed from Daniel’s amazing touch.
“Oh. Here.” Anders handed the second drink to Daniel. He appeared distracted but took it. He didn’t sip it, just looked elegant holding it. With the vampire disguise, the red liquid in the glass appeared to be blood. It was an eerie image that Anders shook himself out of.
He nearly toppled over as he tried to set his empty glass down on the bar behind him. He was wasted. Once he spun back around, he fell against Daniel, landing on his chest.
Daniel set the glass he was holding on a nearby table, and held Anders by his upper arms, opening his lips, showing his formidable teeth.
“Wow.” Anders stared at them, touching his own in his mouth with his tongue. By comparison, his were tiny and the tips weren’t as sharp as Daniel’s appeared to be. “Where did you get them?”
“Them.”
“Your fangs.” Anders rested his weight against Daniel, mostly because he wanted to and also because he had to. He was very drunk, more so than he had been in ages.
“My fangs.”
Anders laughed. “Yes! These!” Anders showed his off. “I paid a lot for these. You know, caps, not those shitty plastic ones.”
Daniel stared at Anders mouth, then licked his lips.
“You make me crazy.” Anders cock was thick in his trousers and throbbing, making his pants damp.
Daniel drew Anders closer to his mouth. Anders groaned and closed his eyes. As their lips met, Anders went limp against him and a rainbow of color seemed to move across his mind’s eye. Daniel’s tongue was aggressive, pushing inside Anders’ mouth, as if hunting for treasure.
When Anders tasted something metallic, but strangely enticing, he swallowed. It was then he realized it was blood.
With his eyes sealed shut, Anders concentrated on what Daniel was doing inside his mouth. It seemed to Anders that Daniel was using the tips of Anders’ fangs, or his own, to cut his tongue, just enough to give Anders a taste. It made no sense, but Anders knew each person had their own fetish. Maybe Daniel’s was to pretend he was a real bloodsucker.
After the swallow, Anders felt his hearing intensify. Not only could he hear the loud blast from the speakers, but conversations became clear. He sucked on Daniel’s tongue trying to taste more of that amazing elixir but the flavor had gone away. Anders parted from Daniel’s mouth, digging his fingers into his long dark hair and staring into his eyes. The lights were playing tricks on them because Daniel’s irises were green, then blue, then lavender, and then brown.
“Who are you?” Anders didn’t know why he was compelled to ask.
“I am you.” Daniel smiled wryly.
“You are me?”
“I am who you want me to be.”
“I want you to be a movie agent and offer me a big contract.” Anders grinned.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” The playful banter was changing to something Anders wasn’t sure he liked. “Don’t fuck with me, dude.”
“Fuck with you.” Daniel ran his hand down Anders’ torso to his belt.
Chills washed over Anders skin at the sensual touch. He arched his back and held onto Daniel for balance.
“What if I want to fuck with you?” Daniel used one finger to trace down Anders’ zipper flap.
The touch was electric, like all of Daniel’s contact.
Anders was so hard he was about to blow his load inside his clothing. He turned to look over his shoulder to see if anyone was aware of the seduction he was receiving. No one seemed to even notice him and Daniel at all. The area was a mass of chaotic noise, drag queens in high wigs and spiked heels, sexy boys with painted faces and g-strings, or cowboys and cops, right out of a stripper show.
The full glass of alcohol came into Anders’ view. He figured Daniel didn’t drink. Some men were in AA and didn’t want to explain it. So, Anders tipped it into his mouth to gulp down. He wasn’t sure why he needed the drink, maybe to cover the taste of blood in his mouth.
“Dance.”
Anders glanced back at Daniel. He was holding out his hand as if he were a gentleman at a gala ball.
There was no option. Anders set the glass down and took his hand.
He was led to the stomping whirling dervish on the floor. The disorientation in Anders was so strong, he wondered if he should have come to this crazy Halloween party with a friend, but he was alone here. He had no local friends.
It wasn’t common for him to over-drink, and he’d always had good sense about the men he dated. This time? Anders didn’t know if Daniel was a great catch or a predator.
The heat from the dancing men quickly made Anders sweat. He held his arms over his head and swayed his hips to the thundering beat. The bass was so loud Anders could feel his ribcage vibrate.
Daniel began raising Anders’ shirt up his stomach, as if getting a peek.
Anders was proud of his body. And since he was overheated, he helped Daniel remove his shirt, tucking it into the back of his slacks. It was simply too costly of an article of clothing to leave behind.
Once Anders was topless he observed Daniel’s reaction.
Daniel ran both his hands from under Anders’ arms to his waist, staring at his chest and cut abdomen.
“Well?” Anders asked.
Daniel looked up instantly, meeting his gaze. In this new light, Daniel’s eyes appeared to be a rainbow of different colors; his pupils were constricted and small even though the lighting was poor.
Daniel leaned closer, still staring at Anders, and ran his tongue up Anders’ sternum.
A climax hit Anders so unexpectedly his knees buckled. He closed his eyes, threw back his head and came, going limp in Daniel’s grip.
“Ahhh, fuck! Holy fuck!” Anders held onto Daniel’s upper arms as his head spun. Thoughts of how coming that way was possible mixed with the intensity of the orgasm. Though Daniel was not touching his cock, it felt as if he were; squeezing and pulling it, giving it what it needed.
Daniel’s tongue vanished into his mouth. He kissed Anders’ chest, one nipple, then the other.
Anders caught his breath. His briefs were damp and hot and he couldn’t clear his head of the strange cobwebs that clouded it. He should not have drunk so much.
“Daniel…” Anders came back from the swoon. “Dude. I came. You made me come in my fucking pants.” Anders glanced around. It was as if he and Daniel were invisible. No one made eye contact with him. He had just climaxed on a dance floor at a Halloween costume party. Didn’t anyone think that was odd? Was it odd? Did other men secretly make each other come as well?
Daniel held Anders closer, one arm around Anders’ waist. With his free hand he dug down the front of Anders’ slacks. Anders gasped and again waited for someone to look at their behavior. Not one man noticed.
That cool touch was against him, finding where he had grown hard. Anders held onto Daniel tightly, staring down at the act. His chest began heaving with his excitement, and even though he had just climaxed, he felt the urge to come again.
Daniel righted his cock in the tight space of his clothing, and held it in his fingers.
They met eyes. Now Daniel’s irises were dilated and the ring around them dark.
They weren’t even dancing any longer. Just standing pressed tightly together, Daniel with his hand down his pants.
As his cock was squeezed and his desire kept riding high, Anders studied Daniel’s features. He was strikingly handsome with long black hair and dark eyebrows. Not a line appeared on his face, yet Anders didn’t think Daniel was young. Not young like he was. If Anders had to guess he’d say Daniel was in his thirties.
No. Maybe younger.
“How old are you?”
“How old am I.” Daniel repeated it, but as a statement, not a question.
Anders waited. “Yes. How old?”
Daniel tightened his grip on Anders’ cock, his expression becoming slightly demonic.
Anders tried to back up, holding Daniels’ wrist and tugging it. It didn’t budge. “Don’t squeeze so hard, dude. Okay?”
“Okay.” Daniel seemed to mock him now, but he did loosen his grip.
They danced together, yet while everyone around them was gyrating and pumping their arms to the beat, he and Daniel were moving slowly, stepping through each other’s feet in a circle as if they were the vortex or calm eye in the midst of chaos.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show began playing on a video screen. The music stayed loud, so it was just for visual effect.
Anders only glanced briefly at the screen before his attention was back on Daniel. He smoothed his palm over Daniel’s chest, feeling nicely developed pectoral muscles under his silky black shirt. He popped one button in the middle and slid his fingers inside the fabric. Daniel’s expression didn’t change. It stayed passive. Blank.
“Do you want to go to your place?” Anders asked.
“My place.”
“Yes. You know.” Anders opened another button so he could slide his hand farther under Daniel’s shirt. He rode over a nipple and tried to make it hard.
“Your place.”
Anders thought about bringing an older classy guy like Daniel to his crummy low income apartment. “Um, where do you live, Daniel?” Anders couldn’t get Daniel’s nipple hard so he ran his fingers down his treasure trail to the waistband of his slacks.
Daniel removed his hand from Anders’s pants and began sucking his fingers one by one.
“Whoa, dude. That is fucking hot!” Anders could catch the scent of his cum on Daniel’s hand.
When Daniel got to his middle finger he sucked it all the way into his mouth, pulling it in and out like a cock.
Anders’ dick throbbed as he imagined Daniel giving him head.
All around them the men began doing the Time Warp to the film and the sound of the movie was blasted over the amplified speakers. He and Daniel were the only ones on the wooden floor not doing the moves.
The sense of disorientation and surrealism washed over Anders.
Daniel held his index finger out to Anders. Anders opened his lips and took it into his mouth. He tasted his own cum off Daniel’s skin and drew circles with his tongue around it, giving it head. While he did, he pressed his body against Daniel’s to feel his erection.
He didn’t feel one. He was disappointed.
He backed away from Daniel’s finger and asked, “Don’t I get you as hot as you get me?”
“You get me hot.”
“You’re not hard.”
Daniel leaned closer, pressing his mouth against Anders’ neck. When Daniel sucked on his skin, Anders felt something stiff against his own hard length.
Anders wrapped his arms around Daniel’s back, resting against him. He still felt intoxicated, though he had begun to come down from the extreme high.
The Time Warp ended, the techno music resumed, and the rest of the movie was played without the sound. Couples and groups of men went back to their sexual gyrating, drinking as they danced, or teasing each other with sensual pokes and touches.
“Don’t give me a hickey.” Anders chuckled as he felt Daniel sucking harder on his skin. “Why don’t you do that to my cock instead?”
Daniel parted from Anders abruptly, slightly startling him. He held Anders’ hand and dragged him off the dance floor.
Anders stumbled to find his footing as the crowd of men parted for Daniel’s advance creating a path ahead of him.
When the destination of the men’s toilet came into view, Anders didn’t know if he was disappointed or relieved. Suddenly the thought of being alone with a man as unusual as Daniel Wolf seemed daunting.
Daniel backed Anders into a stall, closing them in.
Anders nearly fell into the open toilet, holding out his arms to brace himself on the walls.
Daniel unbuckled Anders’ belt, then opened his slacks, quickly exposing his cock. Before Anders could react, Daniel had crouched down and taken his dick into his mouth.
“Holy shit!” Anders continued to prop himself up on the walls of the bathroom stall. He spread his legs as far as he could in his tight pants. Remembering his Versace shirt, Anders took it out of the back of his waistband before it dropped into the toilet.
He ended up squeezing it mercilessly in his left hand as he watched Daniel’s expression. His expectations of how he liked his cock sucked and Daniel’s technique were not the same. Daniel didn’t draw his length in and out. As a matter of fact, once Daniel had as much of Anders’ cock in his mouth as he could fit, he held it there, dancing his tongue over and around it.
Still, the sensation was intense. Again Anders was on the edge of a climax. “This is so fucking weird!” Anders tried to move his hips, so he could slide in and out of Daniel’s mouth, but Daniel prevented him from thrusting.
Daniel held Anders’ hips, keeping him perfectly still.
Pain shot through Anders but it wasn’t something he could comprehend. With the pain was pure pleasure, and pleasure like he had never felt before.
He parted his lips and closed his eyes. Colors- a spectrum of blues and purples, reds and yellows flashed through his mind as if he were seeing them with his eyes open.
The center of his groin and his balls began to swirl with sensation. “Oh God!” Anders squeezed his shirt tightly and pressed his free hand into the side of the stall. “God! Oh my God!” He threw back his head and the climax made his knees buckle. If it weren’t for Daniel’s hold on him, Anders would have dropped into the open toilet.
“Ahhhfuck! Fuck!” Anders could hear his voice echoing in the space and wondered if people were going to think he was being murdered, or getting the best head on the planet.
“Daniel! Oh my fucking God!” Anders could feel the cum moving through his cock, his balls churning up the load. Yes, most of his climaxes were good…pretty good, and lasted, but…not like this. The sense of an altered state began to invade him. Anders wondered if this was just some great dream. Or maybe someone had spiked his drink and he was tripping.
Again the urge to hump, pump, hammer into Daniel’s mouth was intense. But the grip on his hips, Daniel’s vice-like hold, kept his lower half perfectly still.
Anders forced his eyelids to open. He looked down at Daniel’s face. It was expressing pure bliss. The handsome man held Anders’ cock still in his mouth and sucked, swallowing, Anders assumed, one heck of a load.
Anders released his hold on the stall wall and caressed Daniel’s hair. His eyes opened and they glowed like green traffic lights.
“Dude!” Anders tried to inch his cock out of Daniel’s mouth.
It wasn’t an option.
Mixed with that incredible pleasure, was fear. Anders wasn’t sure what to do. “I can’t come anymore!” Anders said that, but his body kept rising into an orgasm.
“God!” Anders closed his eyes again and when he did, the climax made him soar. If he just shut down and went with it, if he didn’t look at Daniel’s luminous eyes…if…if…
“Oh, God!” Anders couldn’t believe the surge of power coming from between his legs. “Daniel! This isn’t possible!”
Finally Daniel drew back, allowing Anders’ cock to rest on his lips, his tongue still prodding the slit for the last drops.
Anders choked out a breath of air and looked down at his dick. “How did you make me come like that?”
Daniel smiled, showing off his teeth.
“Dude! Did you just bite me?” Anders touched his cock, feeling queasy.
“Bite,” Daniel said, mocking him.
Anders backed up and held his cock, looking at it in the poor lighting. There were two red-pinpoints on its length. But Anders couldn’t tell what they were. He ran his finger over it and didn’t feel pain. “I have no idea what you are, but you’re freaking me out.”
“My turn.” Daniel opened his pants, showing off a large hard-on and grinned wickedly.
“You want me to suck it?” Anders put his shirt back on as he began feeling cold and shaky.
Daniel held one finger up and twirled it. “Turn ‘round, my pretty boy.”
“You want to fuck me in this tiny stall? I wasn’t really into this kind of a—” Anders was forced to face the back wall. He reached out to catch himself on the plasterboard, leaning over the toilet. “Uh okay.” His slacks were yanked down his ass.
“I have a rubber. It’s in my—” He felt quick, hard, penetration and his sentence vanished in his throat. “Oh my God!” His cock thickened and bobbed over the open bowl below. “Daniel! Jesus Christ!”
The spinning in his head began again, stronger this time. Daniel was fucking him hard, hammering into him, but there was no pain, no discomfort. On the contrary, it was better than being sucked.
Daniel’s hands smoothed under his shirt to his chest, pinching his nipples. Anders felt his cock pulsate and white cream began spurting out, hitting the metal toilet handle and wall behind.
“Aaghh! Daniel! Holy shit!”
Anders choked on his gasps and imagined trying to tell someone about this night. No one would believe him. He didn’t believe it himself. It was as if he were most certainly drugged and living an altered reality.
He was embraced from behind. As Daniel’s hold drew him even closer, and Daniel’s cock borrowed deep inside Anders, he felt Daniel’s mouth against his neck.
“Dude, you are amazing. What the hell are you doing to me?” Anders braced himself on one arm and held the base of his cock with the other, feeling it giving up its load. He pointed it at the toilet and closed his eyes. The internal rub was setting him on fire. Yes, Anders had anal sex before, yes, he had used dildos to stimulate himself, but…
The minute he felt a sharp pain behind his left ear, his cock stiffened so hard Anders could barely point it downwards towards the toilet. He grabbed himself and held on, as if his own cock would vanish or do something he wasn’t going to like. But at the moment, he liked everything it was doing.
Climax.
That ultimate inner body treat that was better than anything else Anders had ever experienced.
This climax was one he would remember, for it was so long in duration and intensity, it couldn’t be reality.
But it was one heck of a good dream!
A wash of color flooded his senses. That glow of purple, blue and crimson was beautiful to see, or feel. He wasn’t sure which.
Daniel began moving backwards, releasing contact.
“No!” Anders pressed back into him. “Don’t stop.”
A low laugh made his skin tingle. Daniel licked at his neck like a dog tasting honey.
It tickled so Anders touched his wet skin and laughed. He caressed Daniel’s cheek from over his shoulder and Daniel sucked his fingers into his mouth, moaning.
“How will another guy ever compete with you?” Anders rested his back against Daniel.
Daniel released his suction on Anders’ fingers and reached for his cock. He smoothed his palms from Anders’ hips down his pelvis to his length, digging for a feel of Anders’ balls as he did.
A bead of cum was all that was left on the tip of Anders’ cock. When he glanced into the toilet he choked in surprise. “No way.”
Daniel disregarded his comments in favor of fondling his genitals.
Anders knew the lighting was poor but it appeared the bowl was full of his cum. It dissipated in the water but he could see more than his usual amount, and this was after coming in his pants and Daniel sucking it out of him.
“Wow. Dude. You really know how to milk the spunk out of me.” Anders stared at Daniel’s fingers as he toyed with his semi-erect cock and balls as they protruded from over his briefs and open pants.
Daniel coaxed Anders to face him. Anders did, staring at Daniel’s eyes. The bright luminous green color had vanished and now they appeared dark again.
“Hello.” Anders felt giddy.
“Hullo, pretty boy.” Daniel gently caressed his cheek.
“I knew tonight would be crazy. But I never expected this.”
“Good?” Daniel’s bottom lip pouted.
“Yes. Yes, good.” Anders didn’t want to tell him it was weird. That wasn’t fair. Daniel had done so much to make him feel good. “Do you want me to throw the used condom into the toilet?” Anders looked for it, and the wrapper. “The condom?”
“The condom.”
“Yeah. You did use one right?” Anders tried not to get upset, but he was.
“You need a drink. Put that away.” Daniel pointed to his cock.
Anders tucked his soft dick into his pants and fastened them. “Dude, you didn’t ride me bareback, did you? That’s just wrong.”
Daniel opened the stall door and looked at himself in the mirror over the sink, wiping at a dark smear on his cheek.
Anders tried not to scowl. He suddenly noticed no one was in the bathroom and it seemed very quiet. He rinsed his hands and looked at his face. Something was on his neck. He leaned closer to the mirror. “What’s this?”
Daniel perked up and looked. Without answering he began licking Anders’ neck, cleaning off whatever it was.
In the dim colored lights, Anders had no idea what the mark could be, but it looked similar to the smear on Daniel’s face.
The minute Daniel began licking him, his cock thickened. “No way, dude.” Anders laughed. “I’m completely spent.”
Daniel stood back looking at Anders’ neck.
Ander checked it in the mirror again. Nothing was there. “Whatever it was, you licked it off. What did it taste like?”
“You.”
“It couldn’t have been cum, could it?” Anders followed Daniel back into the main area of the bar.
It was deserted. Only a few dim lights were on near the exits.
“What the?” Anders looked around in confusion. “Where did everyone go?”
Daniel walked behind the bar and poured something into a glass for Anders. “Here.”
“Can we do that? I mean, what if there was a fire alarm or something.”
“No fire.” Daniel set the glass on the bar and replaced the bottle.
Anders sipped it. “Whoa. I’d rather have water.”
Daniel used one of the nozzles and filled a tumbler. “Water.”
Anders took the glass from him and drank it down, very thirsty. “So, you really didn’t use a condom?”
“There’s no need to keep asking me.” Daniel walked out from behind the bar counter and headed to the door.
Anders set the empty glass down and rushed after him. “Where are you going? Can I come?”
Daniel opened the exit door and passed through.
Anders followed him. No one was around. He thought New York City was the city that never slept. Well, it slept now. Not a soul was wandering in the dark, not even a homeless person.
Anders kept pace with Daniel’s quick stride. The city felt strange and scary, so Anders reached for Daniel’s hand. Daniel clasped it. This time Daniel’s touch was warm.
I may be twenty-two, but this is freaking me out.
“Where is everyone, Daniel? I’m not from here. Is it a terrorist attack? Did everyone leave?”
He heard Daniel chuckle.
“Sorry. That was dumb. What time is it?”
Daniel didn’t answer him. Anders shut up. There wasn’t a car on the road, no cabs, no late night revelers on the Saturday before Halloween, nothing. It was a city deserted.
The streets were wet, as if it had rained heavily. They glistened and the scent of rain was in the air.
Dead leaves spun from the trees which lined the avenues. They were soggy under his boots.
He held Daniel’s hand tightly, terrified if he let go, Daniel would disappear and he would be alone to find his way home. He thought he knew where he was, but the street signs weren’t right.
They read Bourbon Street and Conte Street. St Louis Street and Dauphine Street.
“Wait a minute.” Anders looked at the buildings. “This isn’t New York.” Anders knew exactly where he was. But how he had gotten there was unknown. “This is New Orleans.” He touched his face with his free hand. “Am I dreaming?”
Daniel yanked him into his arms and backed him up against an archway of the Déjà vu restaurant and bar. A place he had been with his parents. But it too was deserted, as was all of the French Quarter.
Anders felt the building behind him and gazed into Daniel’s eyes. They were bright blue, like a summer sky, and Daniel’s long black hair brushed over his face in the breeze.
“Am I asleep, Daniel?”
“You will be.”
“So, I’m going to be asleep soon? Then how can I be dreaming now?” Anders noticed something. The fake teeth he had paid for were no longer attached to his canines. He ran his tongue over his ordinary teeth and then touched them with his fingers. “Did I lose them?”
“Lose them.” Daniel caressed Anders’ throat.
“I’m confused. It’s the Saturday before Halloween, right?”
“Time is irrelevant.” Daniel licked Anders’ cheek.
A flash of fire whipped through Anders.
Daniel leaned back, as if appraising Anders. “You are beautiful.”
“Am I? Good enough to act?”
“Good enough to eat.” Daniel grinned mischievously and cupped his hand over Anders’ crotch.
“Dude. You already ate me. Ate me a lot!”
Daniel rubbed his groin against Anders. “I’m still hungry for you.”
“Yeah?” Anders was flattered. A man with Daniel’s class and sophistication admiring him was a very good ego boost.
Daniel knelt down, opening Anders’ pants.
Anders glanced around the empty streets, wondering if maybe it was nearing the wee hours of the morning, and that was why no one was around. But he knew this area. At least a few cars and people would be present. Never had he seen it quite this empty. Wait. Am I in New Orleans?
When he looked down at Daniel, who was already paying attention to his cock, Anders realized he was in his ordinary blue jeans and cotton shirt. He touched his chest to feel the material. “Where’s my Versace? Do you know how much that thing cost me? I didn’t pay my rent this month because of it.”
Daniel used the tip of his tongue to probe Anders’ slit.
Anders relaxed against the façade of the building and spread his legs. “Wow.”
Daniel tugged Anders jeans to his ankles, making him step out of one leg awkwardly.
“I can’t! I can’t be naked here. We can rent a room.”
Daniel crouched down, sucking Anders balls into his mouth. Ander closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall behind him. I’m insane. I must be high or dreaming. How can I be in New Orleans in my blue jeans, when I live in New York and am in a Halloween costume?
As Daniel’s attention to his genitals made Anders drift away on a tide of pleasure, he touched his own chest to feel his heart rate and felt skin. He peeked down and realized he was completely naked. Before he opened his mouth to protest or even begin to guess how, Daniel once again engulfed his cock to the base.
“…oh, holy shit.” Anders arched his back and attempted to slide in and out of Daniel’s mouth but Daniel didn’t let him.
In the dim light of a streetlamp, Anders forced himself to watch. As he did, fighting the dreamlike quality that threatened to bring him away from reality, he noticed Daniel’s lips go bright red and a drop of red rolled down Daniel’s jaw.
What Anders thought it was, and what his mind allowed him to think it was were two different things. Because if Anders actually thought Daniel was biting his cock and sucking blood from it, he’d faint. So it couldn’t be that. This was all part of his wild Halloween nightmare.
All thoughts were removed from Anders’ mind as his body rose to the heavens.
“You have to be kidding me!” He coughed as the climax began. “Oh my fucking God! No way is this happening again!”
The crazy lights began to spin around him and his body started to jerk with the climax. “Daniel!” He grabbed for Daniel’s shoulders and held on for the ride.
~
Anders opened his eyes.
He stood in a bar with a pom-tini in his hand.
The music was very loud, rumbling in his chest.
He asked someone, “What time is it?”
“Midnight.”
“Thanks.” Anders put the drink down, checked for his wallet and headed to the door. When he was outside in the fresh October night, he flagged down a taxi cab. After he told the cab driver his destination, home to his hovel, Anders leaned on the armrest of the back door and thought. Thought hard.
“Thanks.” He handed the cab driver his fare and jogged to his front door. Inside the tiny room was everything he had arrived in New York with; books, music CDs, and his clothing. He sat on his bed and picked up his phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Dad. I know it’s late. Were you and Mom asleep?”
“Not yet. What’s wrong?”
“Look. Maybe you were right and I need to stay in college.” Anders ran his hand over his thigh, wiping his clammy palm on his black slacks.
“I’m very glad you’re coming back to finish. I don’t think twenty-two is old enough to venture to New York alone and find an agent.”
“Yeah. Maybe not.”
“Do you have enough money for plane fare?”
“No.”
“Okay. I’ll get a ticket for you and overnight it to you.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“It’ll be good to have you home, son.”
“Thanks, Dad. Night.”
“Night.”
Anders hung up and lay back on his bed. He stared at the ceiling and thought about what had happened to him. Or what he had dreamed happened.
As an afterthought he opened his pants and exposed his cock from his briefs, inspecting it. Two red marks were on the length. “Dude!”
~
Outside the window, Daniel peered in. He smiled and shook his head, strolling down the dark wet Manhattan streets.
The End
About the Author
Award-winning author G.A. Hauser was born in Fair Lawn, New Jersey, USA and attended university in New York City. She moved to Seattle, Washington where she worked as a patrol officer with the Seattle Police Department. In early 2000 G.A. moved to Hertfordshire, England where she began her writing in earnest and published her first book, In the Shadow of Alexander. Now a full-time writer, G.A. has written over seventy novels, including several best-sellers of gay fiction and is an Honorary Board Member of Gay American Heroes for her support of the foundation. For more information on other books by G.A., visit the author at her official website. www.authorgahauser.com
G.A. has won awards from All Romance eBooks for Best Author 2010, 2009, Best Novel 2008, Mile High, and Best Author 2008, Best Novel 2007, Secrets and Misdemeanors, Best Author 2007.
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Unnecessary Roughness
Hot Rod
Mr. Right
Happy Endings
Down and Dirty
Lancelot in Love
Happy Endings
Cowboy Blues
Living Dangerously
L.A. Masquerade
My Best Friend’s Boyfriend
The Diamond Stud
The Hard Way
Games Men Play
Born to Please
Of Wolves and Men
The Order of Wolves
Got Men?
Heart of Steele
All Man
Julian
Black Leather Phoenix
London, Bloody, London
In The Dark and What Should Never Be, Erotic Short
Stories
Mark and Sharon (formally titled A Question of Sex)
A Man’s Best Friend
It Takes a Man
The Physician and the Actor
For Love and Money
The Kiss
Naked Dragon
Secrets and Misdemeanors
Capital Games
Giving Up the Ghost
To Have and To Hostage
Love you, Loveday
The Boy Next Door
When Adam Met Jack
Exposure
The Vampire and the Man-eater
Murphy's Hero
Mark Antonious deMontford
Prince of Servitude
Calling Dr Love
The Rape of St. Peter
The Wedding Planner
Going Deep
Double Trouble
Pirates
Miller's Tale
Vampire Nights
Teacher's Pet
In the Shadow of Alexander
The Rise and Fall of the Sacred Band of Thebes
The Action Series
Acting Naughty
Playing Dirty
Getting it in the End
Behaving Badly
Dripping Hot
Packing Heat
Being Screwed
Something Sexy
Going Wild
Having it All!
Men in Motion Series
Mile High
Cruising
Driving Hard
Leather Boys
Heroes Series
Man to Man
Two In Two Out
Top Men
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Writing as Amanda Winters
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Nothing Like Romance
Silent Reign
Butterfly Suicide
Mutley’s Crew