Thomas's Choice
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Of its own volition, his cock pumped into Thomas’s hand, thrusting as if he were thrusting into him, while he stroked firmly against Thomas’s tongue, sucking it, as if he were sucking Thomas’s cock instead. The thought shocked him. No, he couldn’t think of something like that.
He didn’t suck cock! He ate pussy! Right! Only, at present he couldn’t remember when he’d last even seen a pussy.
Thomas’s hand worked him perfectly. As if he knew exactly what Eddie needed. The right pressure and firmness, the perfect rhythm and speed.
An enthusiastic “Yes!” came over his lips as he came up for air, only to lock lips with Thomas again a moment later. As he intensified the kiss, Eddie suddenly felt Thomas’s tongue swipe against one fang. White-hot heat shot into his balls. Then Thomas repeated the action.
“Queers!” he suddenly heard a voice somewhere in the distance.
“Disgraceful for a vampire!” another voice added.
The footsteps moved farther away. The threat was over, but Eddie was unable to pull himself out of Thomas’s arms.
“Come!” he heard Thomas growl as he squeezed Eddie’s cock harder and faster, while he continued to lick his fangs.
Eddie had known that fangs were a vampire’s most erogenous zone, but he’d never experienced it himself. Now that he felt it, he realized that he had no defenses against the sensual onslaught of Thomas’s caresses. He was powerless to stop him, because all his body wanted was more: more of Thomas’s kisses and his touch.
His hips worked frantically, thrusting his erection into Thomas’s willing hand. He was aching now, aching for release, and had reached a point where he didn’t care who was delivering it, be it a man or a woman. All he needed was an orgasm, or his entire body would go up in flames.
He was right at the edge—almost there, but not quite. Frustration howled through him and he threw his head back, groaning. “Fuck!”
Thomas seemed to understand what he needed and brought his second hand to Eddie’s balls, cradling them. Then he started squeezing them in concert with the tugs on Eddie’s cock. The touch was soft, yet firm at the same time.
“Kiss me!” Thomas demanded, and without thinking, Eddie followed his command, sinking his lips back onto his, thrusting his tongue into Thomas’s mouth just as he was thrusting his cock into his hand.
His head swam with visions of them making love, of lying in bed together, naked, their limbs entangled, their cocks pumped full with blood. He felt their hands joining, rubbing their cocks together, moving them up and down in synch. He could firmly feel Thomas’s cock rubbing against his own, just as he could feel the excitement build as they drove each other toward orgasm. But just short of that, Thomas suddenly rolled onto his stomach, coming up onto his hands and knees, offering himself.
Eddie moaned out loud as the vision in his mind blurred, ripping his mouth from Thomas’s.
He felt his seed shoot through his shaft and erupt at its tip. His body trembled under the intensity of his climax, and his knees threatened to buckle. Warmth and wetness engulfed him as Thomas continued to stroke his cock until his orgasm subsided.
Breathing heavily, he tried to gather his wits. Why was he here? Why had this happened?
He remembered the four strange vampires they’d followed and his plan to fool them. It had worked; they’d left, thinking that Thomas and Eddie were gay lovers and hadn’t listened in on their conversation. Nevertheless, the plan had backfired. He’d gotten a hand job from Thomas!
And he’d come so hard that he’d actually seen stars in front of his eyes.
Embarrassment swept through him. Panic wasn’t far behind. Would Thomas now think that Eddie was gay? Oh God! Would he assume that Eddie wanted to be his lover? Had he just given Thomas carte blanche to make a pass at him? To seduce him again as soon as they were alone at home? Would this mean Thomas would come into his room, into his bed, wanting to repeat what they’d just done? And not just repeat, but do other things too, even more intimate things?
Eddie felt a shudder go through his body, and this time it wasn’t an aftershock of his orgasm.
As fast as he could, he pulled his briefs up and shoved his now flaccid cock into them, pulled his pants up, and zipped up. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Thomas wiping his hand on his T-shirt.
“About what just happened,” Thomas said.
Eddie turned away. “It worked. They’re gone. They bought it.”
He felt Thomas’s hand on his shoulder, drawing him back. “Eddie, please . . . ”
“It’s fine.”