Louisiana Vampire Mr. Luther meets his soulmate in Max. A rockstar with a very special lineage.
Rock god Max doesn’t know who he is. Finding your long lost father is hard enough. Finding out who he is can be devastating. It’s a revelation that will open him to all kinds of new experiences.
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At the door of Max’s condo the heat around him seemed to suddenly rise and he couldn’t explain why this had happened while his body temperature had remained the same. “Wait...Wait... what’s your name man? Who are you? I don’t think we even exchanged names yet...damn...what’s your hurry?” Max stammered out through sudden gasps of breath. He felt like the air was being sucked from him. Then the guy literally ripped the shirt off of Max’s back. The popping of little metal buttons made exploding sounds as they hit the tiled floor.
“I’ll tell you again. Then I’ll tell once again afterward. You’ll be too busy to remember it now. Call me Tony. As they say; remember it now, you’ll be screaming it later.” Then he laughed aloud as he tore off the rest of Max’s clothing including yanking his boots from his feet even as Max stood against the wall.
“What a fucking delicious man you are. Insatiable, hungry, full of life, and energy and talent. Fuck, you are beautiful.”
Tony’s mouth was everywhere as Max did his best to keep pace. Max was normally a slow lover, he believed in an hour of foreplay at the bar, foreplay on his couch, foreplay in bed and then some intimate touching. Tony believed in a few minutes of foreplay at the door and the rest was designed to draw blood. Draw blood he did, as he gnawed into the flesh of Max’s pectorals, giving each one of Max’s plump nipples equal time until they screamed on their own and just the slightest drop of blood oozed from both nipples.
Max had little time to practice his signature slow moves. He felt like he was caught in a box trying to claw his way out. In this case it was clawing his escape away from Tony.
Tony avoided the discreet pre-sniff before grabbing Max’s fleshy butt cheeks in his hands, and pressed his face again Max’s butt hole as deep as could while allowing his tongue to probe snakelike into the deep darkness and fined haired deliciousness of Max’s asshole.
Max shuddered. For it moment it felt though a razor sharp, red hot knife was sliding up and into his hole While it should have been unpleasant, it gave him an odd heated, sharp feeling that felt as if his hole was opening for the first time even as Tony’s muffled cries of ecstasy reverberated throughout the room. Alongside his tongue he inserted his fingers, twisting and turning. His tongue and fingers did an amazing pas de deux inside the rim of his hole and Max clutched the sheets to prevent himself from going over the edge of a very deep sexual abyss.
Cain Berlinger has published innumerable short stories in various gay publications throughout Europe and America. His self published books include essays on Black America, a book on meditation, a series of fitness books (under RD Cain) and several illustrated, as he describes them as “pure JO fiction”
He has lived in Holland, Germany and Switzerland for over a decade and now resides in New York City where he works as a life coach, fitness trainer, interfaith minister and party promoter. “I have no discipline for 9-5,” he says. His website is www.cainberlingers.com