Page 43 of Quickies

VAMPIRE DADDY

Meet Taylor Mackenzie, the rent boy who only relies on himself but knows a good thing when he sees it.

Sixty isn’t old for a vampire,I told myself for the umpteenth time as I scrolled through the faces and torsos on the hook-up app. I paused on profiles that had the little blood drop icon on them, but if they looked too young, I moved on.

I didn’t hit on barely legal pretty things. It was he who sent the first message.

Are you thirsty, Daddy?

Yes, I was.

Moreover, I was bored and alone in a hotel room in a strange city on the day of my sixtieth birthday. So, I replied:

Maybe.

Then I looked at his pictures and balked.Definitely too young. He had the face of an angel with big green eyes and summer freckles over the bridge of his nose. In one photo, he licked his full lips with the tip of his tongue and squinted with half-lidded eyes—a total hussy but oh so beautiful.

He sent an ass pic. Yellow painted fingernails digging into a fuzzy peach of a butt, and a pink little pucker, dry and innocent.

I’m so horny. Will you bite me and fill my needy hole?

I had no intention of picking him up on his offer. At first. He was less than half my age and pushy. But as I swiped through his pics, full of smoldering looks and lip gloss, I found myself entertaining the possibility. He had a smooth, narrow torso and a piercing in his belly button. When was the last time I’d touched a boy like this? A decade ago, at least.

Another beep announced the next message, a closeup of his ass and groin. This time, he lay on his back with his legs spread and up, so the picture showed his hairless balls and a hard cock. One finger dipped into his asshole.

Please, Daddy. I need you.

Yet another picture, this time, his exposed throat with a prominent vein running along the tendons.

My dick stiffened, and I swallowed against the dryness in my throat. He was so over the top, a field of red flags, but what the hell. Not like I had anything to lose.

It’s going to cost me, isn’t it?I wrote.

Maybe.And a winky face.

Shame niggled at me when I gave him the address of my hotel and sent him money for a cab. At least he gave me his real name. It showed up on the app when I transferred the cash.

Taylor Mackenzie.

He flounced into the hotel room with a sweet smile on his pretty face and didn’t protest when I asked to see an ID. He was nineteen. Fucking nineteen.

I bit him and fucked him twice that evening. He had such a distinct voice, melodic and lovely, and he moaned beautifully when I sucked his blood with my dick up his tight ass to the root. When he was high on my venom, he said the craziest, filthy things about my cock and what he wanted me to do to him. He called me his Daddy and told me he’d be my good boy.

“Your dick feels so big in me. Aah. Aah! It hurts. Oh fuck! Hurts so nice. Do you like it, Daddy? I want to be good for you. Do you like my hole? It hurts so good, Daddy. Thank you so much for giving me your big fat dick. I love it so much. Yes. Oh fuck yes. I like it so much. Please, fuck me harder, Daddy. Please. I love it when you hurt me deep inside. Aah. Aah. Do you like stretching my little hole?”

I hadn’t known I’d be into that, but his whines and submissive pleas did dangerous things to my lizard brain.

Then he lay there all fucked out and used, lighter by a full pint of blood, and I appraised my handiwork with a strange sense of satisfaction.I did that to him. His eyes were glassy, and his lower lip was chapped from how he’d bitten it. He batted his eyelashes as he asked, “Will you cuddle me, Daddy? Please.”

I opened my arms, and he scooted into my embrace and rubbed his cheek against my chest with a sigh.

“Thank you, Daddy. You smell so nice.”

He fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was early morning. He looked startled and began apologizing, his previous confidence gone.

“I didn’t mean to stay the night. You should have kicked me out. Sorry.”

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