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Sometimes I find myself in a situation that I know can’t be good, but the allure of being seduced into a den of iniquity is too intoxicating to deny. This is such an occasion. I was trolling on BBRT when I was approached by a guy looking to top. I checked out his profile and it was rather sparse. Hispanic, 38, 165, 5’11, nice cock. That’s it. No pics, no preferences. Nothing. Initially, I ignored him, but a few minutes later he messaged, “It’s Saturday night, I got a six-pack and hard cock. You should come over.” I responded, “Your profile leaves a lot to the imagination. Do you have a pic?” Him, “Imagine my fat Mexican cock making you whimper like a little girl, bitch. I will make that gringo ass happy, niño.” And…I was hooked. I know, It didn’t take much, but Louis, his name, sounded horny and dirty so I cleaned up and headed in his direction. I packed a jock, poppers and a beer. Soon, I found myself in a part of town I’d never been before. Following the GPS, I wandered deeper and deeper into a neighborhood that started looking shadier and shadier the further I got. When I arrived at the address Louis gave me, it looked like no one had lived there in years. These houses looked abandoned. The three story home was absent of any paint on the clapboard siding and had been weathered gray ages ago. The partial shutters seemed to barely hang on its hinges by a thread. The garden, and I use the term loosely, was overgrown and there were no cars in front of the house. This had to be the wrong place, I thought. I texted Louis and he said, “Yeah, this is it, come on in. I’m on the second floor.” I started hiding everything in my car so that nothing would tempt a would-be crackhead to bust through my windows or cut through my convertible top. For safety reasons, I took my cell with me in case I needed to call the police when I returned. I walked up the steps to “Boo Radley’s” front porch and opened a squeaky screen door, turned the knob on the front door and went in. The first floor was empty and like the wood on the outside of the house, the inside looked as tattered and weather-worn as the outside. Everything seemed lifeless and gray. There weren’t any lights on inside the house, but the streetlamp light coming through the windows illuminated the lower floor. To the right was the staircase. I’m sure it was beautiful in its day, but now it looked unsafe. I told myself this was not smart and my gut instinct was to turn and leave, but I found myself climbing the stairs. What am I doing? Am I out of my fucking mind? As I reached the top of the stairs, there were make-shift wall dividers that seemed to create private entrances to the rooms. It looked like a maze at first but upon closer inspection it simply prevented anyone on the stairs from seeing the door to each room or “apartment”. A door was cracked and a red hue was coming from just beyond. As I got closer, a man opened the door slightly and invited me in. There stood Louis. He said he was 38, but could have easily passed for 28. He had jet black hair which was neatly braided and cascaded down his back. He wore several earrings, gold and silver necklaces, rings on most fingers and bracelets on both wrists. He was in great shape and wore tattered “Joplin” style jeans, a silky billowy shirt unbuttoned and bare feet. This guy looked like a gypsy. The only light in the room was a floor lamp in the corner covered with a scarf thrown over the top to give a muted red glow throughout the room adding to the mystique. A double bed with voluminous aged draping extending from the ceiling to the floor and a tattered sofa also covered in scarves and various fabrics was on the opposite wall. Music was coming from somewhere. Louis had a sexy, hot yet rough edge to him. On one hand he was fairly good looking but not in a pretty way. On the other hand he was covered in tattoos. No, I mean literally his other hand, arm and shoulder was covered in a huge continuous tattoo that extended through to his chest. In all honesty, he was a bit of a skank, but he had my cock stirring for some reason. It was like I was knowingly taking a dangerous trip. And even though every instinct in my body told me to leave, I wanted him to take me to the wild side. He did have a fun loving essence about him and what seemed to appear a free spirit. He had an infectious smile. The kind that made you feel good. He walked over to me and said in a heavy sexy breath, “Hola, chico,” and kissed me deeply pushing his tongue far into my back of my throat. He tweaked both my tits through my shirt and said in his heavy accent, “We are going to have a lot of fun tonight, mi blanquito. Are you ready?” I immediately acquiesced and nodded that I was. Louis produced two beers and took his shirt off revealing a smooth chest with two dark nipples that were made for sucking and a torso that was tight and cut with a sexy navel just above his low cut jeans. He stepped back and started doing a sexy dance like a professional stripper would. He was good at it leading me to believe that maybe this was his profession at one time. He unbuttoned his jeans while grinding to the music teasing me as his tightly trimmed bush began to peek out from the zipper. I started undressing myself leaving only my shorts on; never taking my eyes off this swarthy Mexican gypsy. He grabbed me and we fell onto the bed making out and rubbing up against each other. He slid his hand in the back of my shorts and cupped my ass. His hand roamed all over my ass and eventually found my buttonhole and emitted in a husky throaty voice a slight growl. He patted my hole a few times and dipped his fingertip into the entrance and pulled it back out again; teasing me. Louis took my hand and brought it to his crotch and rubbed it into his mound. I took control and grabbed onto his junk and massaged him. It felt full and warm and emitted an intoxicating scent. I got off the bed and knelt between his legs and grabbed the waist band of his jeans. He lifted his hips and together, we pulled his pants down around his ankles freeing his cock and balls. His cock was nothing short of beautiful. It was long, slender, uncut and dark. His balls were naturally smooth and framed his cock making it look even longer. I dove down and took his soft cock into my mouth. The smell and taste made me feel drunk; maybe it was the beer. It grew in my mouth rapidly and soon grew stiff and erect. His cock was really long but not too fat. I knew I would be able to deep throat him without much of a struggle. I dove down and soon I had him in the back of my throat with my lips resting on his balls and pubic bone. I released his cock and admired how the foreskin crowned his cock in the middle of the gland. It glistened with my saliva. I swiped my tongue across his balls a few times before sucking them both into my mouth. Louis was stroking my hair with one hand and the other hand traveled back to my ass. I continued to eat his balls as he inserted one then two fingers into my ass. He pulled them out, spit on his fingers and reinserted them much easier than before. “Yes, baby, I’m going to take good care of this ass tonight. I hope you don’t mind, but I love playing with a hot ass like yours.” He pushed his three fingers all the way in and said, “You like that? You want me to dedicate tonight to your gringo pussy?” Oh god, I thought, yes, yes I did want him to dedicate tonight to my gringo pussy. I moaned and somehow the sound escaped from around his balls which were still stuffed in my mouth. I set his balls free and immediately took his cock in my mouth, peeled his foreskin back with my tongue and took his cock to the root. “Ahh fuck, dude, yeah,” He groaned. He pulled his fingers from my ass and sat up and took the back of my head and held me in place. I took a deep breath through my nose inhaling his pubic scent and took my teeth and lightly placed them completely around his cock then carefully bit down letting him know he was definitely being deep throated. I heard groaning and unintelligible Spanish words coming from Louis under his breath. He started to fuck my throat. Just little fuck movements at first. Then the strokes became a little longer. As tension increased he interlaced his fingers through my hair and begun a full out assault on my throat pulling my head back and slamming me back down on his cock again. I quickly found a rhythm by breathing on the up stroke and opening my throat on the down stroke allowing him to bottom out each time and at whatever force he chose. I let him know immediately that I knew what I was doing and could take what he had to give me. He had the rare perfect cock for deep throating. He kept this up for a while when suddenly tightened his grip on my hair and yanked my head from his crotch abruptly and huffed, “Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m too close, don’t touch it. Give me a second. Oh fuck!” I looked down at his inflamed cock and it was pulsing. I knew from experience exactly where he was at that moment. The launch sequence had been activated. He would either have to mentally calm himself in order to salvage the orgasm or at any second he would start to blow. The slightest movement could set him off. The head of his cock looked angry and purple as it glistened from my slobber. It continued throbbing in rhythm with his heartbeat. Soon a rivulet of crystal clear precum streamed from his cock slit onto his balls and then onto the floor. His breathing started to slow and his heart returned to normal. He looked at me for a second and said, “Fuck dude that was close. You are fucking amazing. Let’s take a break and then I’ll show you what I can do.” With that Louis went into his kitchenette and retrieved a couple more beers. We sat on his couch and drank and made small talk about what we liked and got into. Louis gave me 100% of his attention when I spoke and listened with sincerity. It was clear from our conversation that his was 100% top, and a bona fide ass man at that. He also let it be known that he had a special penchant for white blonde bottom boys that knew how to relinquish their ass to their tops. He finished his beer as I downed the last sips of mine and he stood up, grabbed me by the ankles and raised my legs high in the air pulling my ass off the edge of the couch. He got on his knees and spread my legs apart and stared at my hole whistled, “Sweetheart, your cunt is one beautiful sight.” We made eye contact and he lowered his face down between my legs. I felt him kiss my hole and then speared his tongue into and then past my ring. I felt a vibration-like sound and realized, as he stared directly into my eyes that he was in fact, moaning and eating my ass at the same time. He spread my cheeks even further and progressed to chewing my hole. I was getting super-hot and began squirming underneath him. I could feel the stubble from his chin scratch hole each time his jaw opened and closed. Louis pulled his face from my ass and reached over and retrieved a bottle of poppers. His face was covered from nose to chin with wet, sticky saliva and he had the unmistakable look of hunger in his eyes. Handing me the poppers he again grabbed my ankles and pushed them back until they were resting on the back of the couch and my ass was wide opened and exposed. He nodded and I opened the poppers and started taking a hit. As I inhaled, I could feel him dribbling saliva onto my ass and rubbing it around. I took another hit from the other nostril. As I began to take-off, Louis placed his cock head at the rim of my ass and pushed in. Once the head popped through he continued his decent until his balls were resting on the outside of my hole. I had this nasty motherfucker’s greasy, long, rock-hard cock buried balls-deep in my ass. I could feel his heartbeat. Just like his cock was perfect for deep throating, it was perfect for fucking, too. No pain, no wincing, no holding your breath; just pure sheer spine-tingling ecstasy. We both sighed, “Ahh,” in unison when Louis would hit bottom. I reached under and felt his balls slapping against my ass and decided to take another hit of poppers. When Louis saw this he docked his rod deep in my ass and froze. I took nice long hits and reached up and offered him some and he accepted. I help him load both nostrils. Once the cap was screwed back tightly, Louis started ploughing my ass deep and hard. Lifting his entire body and slamming it back into me. He leaned into me and started rough kissing. I loved having his tongue and his dick buried inside me at the same time. The pounding came with such a force at times our teeth scraped together. We were so in the heat of the moment we’d didn’t care. After doing heart pounding push-ups inside me for about 20 minutes, he started pulling all the way out and shoving all the way back in again. He held his cock, took aim and punched it back in. He stared right into my soul for my reaction. A few times he missed the hole and it got stuck for a millisecond on my taint before slipping back inside on its own. I wailed when that happened. He was tapping into and bringing out my innermost slut. “Yeah, fuck me, man.” “Yeah?” he said, “You like that brown raw dick fucking your pale white ass?” Looking down as he pulled his cock out again he said, “Dude, your cunt is staying wide open when I pull my cock out.” He shoved his dick back in, “You’re such a horny little whore.” Louis produced a small container of lube and started squeezing it onto my taint area as he fucked. Gravity made the lube run down my taint and gather at his thrusting cock. Things started getting slippery and very greasy. My cunt started making those nasty squishy sounds like when a ketchup bottle is almost empty. Louis looked into my eyes, smiled, nodded and then snarled, “Fucking pig.” The next time he pulled his dick out; he switched things up and went back in with 3 of his fingers instead. He alternated between his cock and three fingers for a while driving his fingers in deeper and deeper until they, too were maxed out in my ass. I started losing my mind when he added his fourth finger. This stretched my ass as far as it would go and I began to squirm, moan and buck. This is what I needed. I arched my back and opened my hole as much as I could to get even more of a stretch. “Fuck me. Please fuck me. Oh my god! This feels so fucking good!” He replaced the palm of his hand with his cock. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you and then fuck you some more. Grab your poppers.” I took a hit and then another. When I starting to ride the wave, Louis pulled his cock out and replace it with his four fingers again. This time he started twisting them around very slowing causing me to moan even more. He signaled me to feed him another hit of poppers. When he was sufficiently loaded, he added more lube. I took a hit and felt him fold his thumb under inside of his palm. He added pressure. I was flying so high at this point, I thought, “Oh fuck, this crazy, skanky sexual demon is going to fist me!” I pushed back against his hand and pushed out with my ass muscles. I grabbed my ankles and pulled them back to the side of my head while Louis was expertly twisting his hand looking for the secret passage code. He worked with the precision of a safe cracker and we both felt it at the same time. His hand locked into position and it slide all the way in. We both yelled at the same time again. I was mumbling incoherent sounds that couldn’t be deciphered. What I was trying to say was, “Oh my fucking god! Fist me you nasty mother fucker. Own my fucking hole.” But Louis never heard any of that. He started talking to me in a soothing calming voice, “That’s it baby. You’re doing really good.” He started moving his hand around a little, “That’s right, let me do my work. Take a deep breath.” With that he slowly pulled out and pushed back in again. “See how good you are, your pussy is swallowing my hand. You like this, my little gringo cunt?” “You know I do, look at me.” I was practically having an out of body experience. He ran a finger from his other hand just under the lip of my cunt and traced completely around his wrist. The pleasure was dumbfounding and all I could say was, “Ahhh.” Louis smiled and pulled out and pushed back in again. He began to repeat this cycle picking up speed each time. At first I was intoxicated then I was delirious. My spine began to tingle. I wanted more. He started picking up speed and that felt even better. On the other hand it felt like I was losing control. I didn’t know how far I could go. He got faster and faster until it became a piston-like fucking. I started moaning louder and louder and the moan elevated into a verbal prayer, “Oh my god! Oh Fuck! Fuck me! No stop! No Fuck me some more. Deeper! Stop!” My asshole involuntary began to quiver. Louis pulled his fist out and my rosebud bloomed as I exhaled. He stood and lined his cock up with my ass and shoved his cock into the center of my rosebud and fucked into it. After a hit of poppers without missing a beat, Louis replaced his cock with his fist and started punching me again and again. Suddenly he pushed deep inside, past his wrist and stopped; leaving his hand inside me. I clamped down on his wrist and he returned the body language by rotating his hand slightly. He was fumbling around and I wasn’t sure what he was up to. I then felt pressure against my fist-stuffed hole. While trying to figure out what was going on, I took a hit of poppers again and began to fly. I pushed back on the pressure and suddenly, Louis’s cock slid into my ass right next to his fist. The feeling of fullness was like no other. I worried my cunt wall might tear. I was on the edge of immaculate pleasure. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and was jacking off inside me. I was delirious and incoherent yet again. The imagery of his cock and hand working my ass at the same time was driving me wild. As he continued pounding me Louis grunted out, “Fuck, baby, I'm getting close. Where do you want it?” I couldn't yet respond so he added, “I would love to spew this hot Mexican cum deep up that pink gringo pussy. Will you let me?” I nodded and grabbed both my tits and started twisting. Louis picked up speed and started to push even further into me. Suddenly he pulled his fist out and jack-hammered his cock into my ass nonstop. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he slammed forward, froze, grunted and spewed. He dumped load after load into my well-fucked cunt. I have never been more turned-on than I was at that very moment. Louis rolled off and collapsed next to me on the couch to catch his breath. I set my very sore legs down onto the floor as we both caught our breath. I started to convulse. My body, on its own, was twitching uncontrollably. I lay in the fetal position basking in the afterglow realizing that I was having my first anal orgasm. I had heard of it but didn’t believe it was true. Louis looked at me and said, “Your turn.” He rested his “fist” hand on his elbow and folded his fingers into a cone shape and said, “Climb up and take a ride, baby. You do the work. I want you to fist my load further up your cunt.” I found the strength to get up, grab the poppers, then stood up on the couch and lined my ass up with his hand and took a hit. I squatted a little more and made contact with his fingertips and dropped onto his fist in one fell swoop. We both started fucking; him pushing up and me squirming down. I grabbed my cock and started pumping. I turned to face Louis as he fisted my ass. I was over stimulated and felt my balls boiling up and my load started traveling up and exploded out of my cock. I sprayed all over Louis's face, hair and chest as my hole clamped involuntarily onto his wrist. I collapsed onto the couch and his hand slipped out. I was in a stupor. Lethargically, we started kissing and smearing cum everywhere; licking, squeezing, moaning and fondling. Once our heart rates returned to normal, Louis jumped up and grabbed a towel and we cleaned up a little removing any visible lube and cum. He returned the towel to the bathroom and I started getting dressed. He was leaning against the bathroom door with his arms folded watching me. I saw all of his jewelry and tattoos and that beautiful Mexican cock and those dark cherry nipples. I glanced around the room and it all came rushing back to me. This guy was, one some level, dangerous. I don’t know if he dealt drugs, was a male prostitute, or perhaps even a thief. I had no idea but something about him caused my fight-or-flight meter to vacillate. What I did know was he was one of the hottest fucks I’ve ever had and I couldn’t wait to take another walk on the wild side. For now, I needed to go see if my car was still there.

I tried to find another topic about this, but I'm wondering if anyone has this fucked up attraction to dangerous men. Every time I see a man who I could see beat me up or unstable, I get scared, but that fear makes me horny as fuck. All I want is him to take me. I think it came from early experience when I lost my virginity with this guy who got me high on weed and had his way with me. I was always scared of him, like there was some unstable part of him. To this day, it was the best fuck of my life.

A short story. Part 1 - Tales Of Old There are many haunting tales around the world, some of which were written about in books then turned in to box office movies to give the viewer a good fright and an enjoyable movie. Connor though was not one for this kind of movie, even as he entered adulthood. There was one particular tale he had come across during his childhood that he read many times. It was strange since it was a paragraph hand written on the inside page of a book about the history of mythical night creatures. He had always assumed the book belonged in the library of his adopted parents home. The book first attracted him by the deep red velvet cover with gold bindings. It was certainly not a book you could just pick up at a bookshop since it was very old, in fact it was ancient looking but weirdly in good condition. The hand written paragraph drew him back time after time and even though he was studying for a business degree at university he also read history, an interest born out of reading that paragraph amongst other things. Connor couldn't work out that this one written paragraph sent the strangest shivers up his spine every time he read it. Despite that he could recite it almost word for word from having read it so many times. The paragraph was simply titled 'Travenni 1865' yet the way it was written felt like the author was a fortune teller and wondered if this was just silly ramblings, yet it was so intriguing to read. 'When the time comes seek perpetual daylight as your only saviour. For the young Kovalek son lives and never dies, the family at his knees now gone and a sibling who disappeared without trace but lives a secret life. The village of Travenni is in danger of being wiped out through his anger and search for the one, yet he know not of when they will appear. His appearance spells doom for your soul, the flicker of a shadow in the corner of your eye, his icy breath behind you chills your spine, the deathly accuracy when he takes his victim. A sharp gasp of breath taken by your mouth as your eyes flutter. The force of your beating heart pumps harder quickening the process until it stops beating, its purpose devoid of meaning in your now lifeless body. An ability to control ones mind from a close distance, you feel a madness taking over but it makes him weak to invade, he is destined to control others in his quest. You can only see him if he presents himself to you, his touch freezes your body and thoughts. His icy blue eyes so mesmerising pulling you under his spell for he shall take them to serve his own need, his way of getting close to the one. His manifestation drives only a purpose and quest seeking each Berkhoff family ancestors. The one who carries the blood of purity that will unleash and free him from perpetual darkness. Yet he shall not kill the one who carries the blood of purity, only by their existence and willingness can he take their blood. He will find the one who remains, he will taste their purity and see the light of day, too much purity is blurred and could spell disaster.' The paragraph was signed by who Connor assumed was the person who wrote it 'Lettie Arno Borsch 1878'. It was in a way one of the strangest things to this day that Connor read and all through school he did many searches on the family names but it all seemed to end around the year of 1829. He thought nothing more about it until he finished school and was wondering through he manor house to the library where he found the book again. His adopted parents had a vast array of unusual books that he had spent many hours reading, they were not eccentric people by any means. In many ways they were just a normal family having formally adopted Connor when he was one year old, he knew no different and had a very happy upbringing in the quaint village of Chalfont Fortis in the Cotswolds. Adopted parents or not, he saw them as his parents and they would always remain that. At 20 years old Connor was sporty young lad with striking black hair, piercing blue eyes and average height of five feet nine inches, a slim but sporty athletic build and very attractive looking with kind facial features. He knew he was gay at 18 years old and openly talked about to his parents who were very chilled about it, they knew it was not a choice but how you developed in life. Opening up about his sexual preference was never hidden, after all his parents had never kept his adoption secret from him. There was nothing to hide or trace of where he actually came from. When he was sixteen he tried with his fathers help to trace his adoption but the trail was dry and only started from when he was left in the village church early one morning before the Christmas day service. It did have the misfortune of him being quickly known as baby Jesus, his adopted parents offered to look after the baby until the mother could be found. It took almost a year before authorities admitted they had no idea where he came from and allowed him to be formally adopted. On the sole of his left foot was a very weird mark that looked like the outline of a lotus flower. As Connor grew and the mark remained the same size, it was a red mark that looked like some weird birth mark. Village life in the Cotswolds was of course rife with local gossip and Chalfont Fortis was no different in that regards. The village was split in two halves by the stream that run through it, on the east side was the church, pub and school along with pretty village cottages and houses that radiated out either side of the church following the stream north and south. The west side of the stream was the local village shop and even larger old houses going south until you reached Fortis Manor, home to Connor and his parents. Going north from the shop passing cottages set back from the road with charming gardens led you to a turning where large heavy iron gates lead in to the Chalfont Weir estate and the large mansion. Enclosed by a large old and partly crumbling brick wall that stretched the entire way around the estate. It was once home to the lord of the manor and handed down through generations of the Smythe family. Over the many summers growing up Connor and his friend James would spend with jam jars and fishing nets in the stream trying to catch tadpoles or anything else that happened to be in their vicinity. Everyone knew everyone and everyone knew everyone's business so there was no hiding secrets in the village, families came and went finding out that village life was really not for them. The east side was the only part of the village where properties would go up for sale the further out of the village you got, there rally was nothing here for those who didn't know what village life was all about. To Connor and James the whole place was a playground to be explored over and over. James frequently stayed at Fortis Manor, dating back to early 1700's the place was perfect for hide and seek. Set on the banks of the stream it was a seven bedroom manor house with an unusual large room where banquets would have been held back in the day, now though it was a large lounge with a huge fireplace, it was the heart of the home and always had a enormous Christmas tree in during the festive season. His adopted father a famous historian gave one off lectures at many universities around the world, this meant Connor was fortunate enough to visit many countries growing up. Sir Edward Barton and his wife Lady Jane Barton lead a quiet life that Connor loved, he learnt to cook and be pretty self sufficient by his mother. Gerald Smythe was the last existing family member who lived a solitude existence in the large sprawling Chalfont Weir mansion, he had a housekeeper who lived in the village called Betty. She was the main source of gossip as well. Despite his solitude existence Gerald would often walk down to the village shop and sit on the low wall of the bridge over the stream chatting away to Connor and James whilst watching their efforts to catch tadpoles. When he returned to the estate the gates closed and his solitary existence resumed, he like his privacy yet he was always happy to talk when out and about. He was a man of mystery and never married, he always maintained that the family was defective with bad genes so it ended with him. A rather strange look on life Connor thought when talking to Gerald that day when he paused on his way to the shop. Connor was sat waiting for James to head back to university after a weekend home. Even though they had grown up they now went to same university, and James loved having his best friend around. A friend that had never waivered even when he had that difficult conversation of coming out to James. At Oxford where they were both studying degrees. Connor with his history and business studies, the history was more of an indulgence and hobby. He and James shared a flat in Oxford and their friendship was so close that many assumed them to be brothers. James was the same age and height as Connor and he was studying to be a sports physio and hence had a big liking for all manner of sports and working out. He had what Connor called a body to have sex with, a nice muscle proportion that James was not afraid of showing off around the flat along with his natural looks, brown hair and brown eyes. Straight without a shadow of doubt and he loved the fact Connor was gay, it meant less competition on the girl front. They both had numerous students chasing them every week but they remained focused on their studies preferring each others company. Connor though was quite partial to getting the occasional blow job in the university library since it was known as the place to pick up a quickie between lectures. Coming out of his long day of history lectures they had been given an assignment to write a piece on historical mysteries, fact or fiction. Most of the other students were complete avid history buffs that verged on a know it all attitude. There was one who sat over to the back left of the lecture hall that he had never spoken to. In fact they never spoke to anyone in lectures and always had their head down, Connor liked watching him for he was quite sexy in a nerdy way. He had heard rumblings that nerdy had been seen in a local gay bar a few nights. He knew the guy was the higher end of 19 years old and there was something quite sexually alluring about him. His mousey brown hair, blue eyes with average build and standing just marginally shorter than himself made him just Connor's type. With the assignment to be completed over the summer break he first thought was to call his father for suggestions. That would have been too easy to not challenged him enough, instead he went to the library and up the stairs to the section on historical artefacts and legends. It was a section he had only been in once before and it contained copies of numerous ancient writings, artefacts and books on legends through out the ages that he was hoping would give him some inspiration. The whole library was fairly quiet and this section was even quieter at this late time of day, only one other person stood there analysing some books, running his finger along the shelf as he shuffled along. Connor recognised nerdy immediately and decided to take the row on the other side of the book shelf to avoid him, he started wandering down looking at the books on medieval legends and witchcraft. "Nothing interesting that side" came the voice from the other side of the bookshelf. Connor smirked and carried on "I might find something worth writing about" he replied. "You are Professor Sir Barton's son aren't you?" the voice now asked. Connor looked at the book his finger was poised on "How do you know that?" he asked curiously. "I read all his books and wiki page" the voice said appearing to move towards the end. Christian appeared round the end "I am studying history of course I would know who you are" he added. Connor rested his elbow on the shelf looking at him "So you have me at a disadvantage" he said. "I guess you don't like an uneven playing field then" Christian said verging on flirting. Connor chuckled "Are you trying to pick me up?" he asked resuming his reading of book titles. "I'm Christian" he said moving towards Connor, "And of course I am trying to pick you up" he said holding his hand out. Connor smiled shaking his hand "I have never been picked up so openly like that" he said. He laughed loudly "Figured you are not stupid being Professor Barton's son" Christian said in a matter of fact way Connor smiled at him "I may be his son but I have to study as well" he said. Christian grinned moving closer "I read up about you when I knew you was in my lectures". Connor chuckled "There is nothing interesting to read about me" he replied. "I beg to differ" Christian said walking off, "There is a study room behind the last bookshelf". Connor chuckled as his obvious hint for him to follow, he liked how he never even asked and just took it for granted they were going to do this. Connor looked at the book his finger was on then slowly removing it, he looked back over his shoulder to make sure they were alone. He followed Christian past the final row before they both nervously stepped in to the study room. Christian reached behind him closing the door and looking him in the eye, placing his hand around Connor's waist moving his head closer he tested the water running his lips softly over his closed mouth. He responded moving his lips and kissing Christian lightly in the process, after all he quite often found Christian to be sexy even if a little nerdy at times. The hand pulled him closer and Christian instigated a kiss using his lips to take Connor's upper lip then lower lip, repeating each movement until Connor reacted parting his lips and flickering his tongue gently against Christian's lips. His hand now moved around Christian's neck, it was his turn to instigate a kiss and he was going full on spearing his tongue in to Christian's mouth and forcing their mouths together until their tongues danced together before letting go. Connor looked down to find Christian's free hand now had hold of his cock through his jeans, Connor chuckled and moaned softly grabbing a feel of Christian's arse. Christian moved back and smiled "Been wanting to do that for ages" he softly said. "You only had to ask me" Connor replied unable to take his eyes off him for some reason. "I was never sure if you were interested in me" Christian replied. Connor kissed him on the lips again "Turn around, bend over and you will see" he said. Straight away Christian pulled down his sweats and turned around bending over the study table glancing back at Connor in the process. Connor stepped forward and slapped him on the arse then dropped to his knees ramming his face in to the sweet crevice of his arse, his tongue striking hard on his hole. Christian tried to steady himself as his legs wobbled nearly giving way and moaning in to his sleeve to muffle any sound. His eyes opened wide at the thrilling sensation of Connor eating his arse whilst depositing saliva and loosening his hole. He raised his head looking back feeling the air now circulating again over his arse, Connor had stood up and was undoing his jean quickly then pulling out his cock and rubbing it several times. Spitting in to his hand and rubbing it over his seven inches of rock hard cock then dribbling saliva over Christians crack he moved him pressing the head of his cock lightly at first until his hole gave way. Christian raised himself up but Connor pushed him back down keeping his hand on his back to stop him moving, the hole was tight but he was not giving up so easy. Pulling out a little he dribbled more saliva and began pushing back in again, the moans rising from Christian in waves as he slipped deeper inside his arse. He gave Christian a few moments then leant over placing his arm around his neck pushing his cock deeper. Slowly at first his hips rocked back then forward, Christian moaned then grabbed hold of Connor's arse pulling him deeper inside. He responded thrusting forward even harder and quicker testing how much Christian would be able to absorb before tapping out. Connor kissed his ear and ran his tongue along his cheek then finally kissing him again, all the time his hips rocking fast as he fucked Christian for the first time. He felt the signs approaching then shutting his eyes tight for a brief moment he thrusted forward with all his might and pushing Christian painfully up against the desk. The force of his ejaculation causing him to bite down on Christian's shoulder as he felt the release of the cum from his balls moving at lightspeed through his shaft and into Christian. The chain reaction left Christian pushing his arse back in a greedy attempt to feel all of his top man's orgasm. He knew this was a dangerous game but he had no cause to question Connor's status there and then, his body wanted, needed to be bred by him. There was a bizarre angel like quality about Connor that clouded how ruthless and amazing he was at performing the top in sex. His body collapsed on top and Christian moaned, his hips now pushing gently working the last drops of his seed out. Connor lifted his head up and looked at Christian "You okay down there?" he asked. Christian nodded "Hell yes" he replied then smiled looking very content. "You are funny" Connor replied standing up slowly extracting his cock then pulling his jeans up. Christian stood and pulled his sweats up "Can we do this again sometime?" he asked blushing. Connor nodded "Sure, I would love to" he confirmed, "Not so nerdy after all" he added. "We are all nerdy studying history" Christian said wagging a finger at him. Connor laughed and roughly pulled him forward planting a kiss hard that had Christian slightly reeling when he was released. Connor quietly closed the door watching Christian returning to browsing the bookshelf. Acting cool and natural Connor walked in to the same row and they smiled at each other going through several books on medieval historic events that might shed some ideas. "Might be easier to use the archive files" Christian said, "You know search keywords". Connor nodded "Suppose so, there might be more references on the subject" he agreed. Christian read through a page of a book "Medusa" he said, "Might base mine on Medusa". "Really?" Connor asked looking at him. Christian grabbed another book on Greek history "Have you not decided yet?" he asked. "No" Connor replied looking at a book on the legend of Dracula, "This one intrigues me" he said. Christian took the book and read the first part "Vampires. Typical" he said. "Well thanks!" Connor said smirking, "And Medusa isn't?" he asked. "Yes but Dracula is so done, there are other vampire myths you could try" Christian suggested. He retrieved a book from the shelf that had a wolf with large fangs on the cover titled Transylvania Myths of Night and passed it to Connor. He laughed rolling his eyes and opened the book looking at the chapters and noticed one near the end called Romaleva. He couldn't remember ever hearing of this name and he turned to page to be stumped by the first sentence 'The ancient region of Romaleva and Travenni played host to a tale of vampires long assumed to be related to Dracula, this was not the case but details are vague'. Connor couldn't quite believe he had found mentioned the village of Travenni again. "I have a hand written paragraph about this village" Connor said showing Christian. Christian read it "Vampire myth, could be worth a go" he said going back to his book. Connor put the book back "I need to go, dinner with my flatmate" he said picking up his bag. "Sure, see you tomorrow" Christian said retrieving another book on Medusa. The following day Connor returned to the library and began using the archive searching for vampires, as expected Dracula appeared time and time again, in fact in almost every reference he was mentioned. Then one reference in particular caught his attention that mentioned more than one dynasty and referenced a book called called Historical Lands & Persecutions. He ran up the stairs to the same historical section and began searching through until his finger ran over the book he was looking for. Night of heavy reading he said to himself taking the book downstairs. He began to turn the pages of the book reading sporadic parts for anything that caught his eye. Christian arrived in the library and sat down opposite him getting his books out and looking at Connor until he looked up. "Hey" Connor said smiling at him. Christian sat down "So you noticed me then" he said smiling, "Hi. What are you reading?". Connor showed him the book "Dracula?" Christian asked looking quietly amused. "What's so amusing?" Connor asked looking up at him with a grin. Christian opened his books "You and four others doing Dracula" he replied. "Well I am not doing Dracula, I am trying to find this other myth" Connor said winking at him. "Stop flirting with me" Christian said opening his notepad and writing. Connor put his head down and went back to flipping pages until he got to page 320 where there was a brief mention of that small region called Romaleva dating back to 1865. It then went on to reveal that Romaleva ceased to exist in 1870 and became integrated in to Transylvania after the population was wiped out by a plague, the region was host to numerous persecutions around the same time that the many stories around Dracula surfaced yet never substantiated, the records referring to a plague were also not substantiated since the principal village was burnt to the ground. That was it, just a paragraph but it was enough to spike Connor's interest that would make ideal subject matter for their assignment. The next few hours he searched the internet and archive reference. It was like Romaleva had been wiped out of history or deemed unimportant to write about. "Are you going to keep huffing like that?" Christian asked sitting back in chair watching him. Connor looked up "Sorry, I seem to hit a dead end about this region of Romania" he said. "Do deeper research then" Christian suggested, "We have two months to do it". Connor chuckled "You after time away with me?" he asked turning the page of his book. "Certainly not" Christian replied looking shocked, "Quite full of yourself aren't you". Connor smirked keeping his head down "You didn't complain being full of me" he replied. "Is that so" Christian said scribbling away in his pad. "Yes!" Connor replied smugly then noticing a reference to a village called Travenni. Christian looked up at his sudden silence "You look like you have seen a ghost" he said. "Plague!" Connor suddenly called out and looking at Christian. "What are you going on about?" Christian asked quite confused over his rambling. Connor recited from memory "The village of Travenni was burnt to the ground". Christian appeared confused "What about it?" he asked, "Is it linked to Romaleva?". "Yes" Connor exclaimed looking at him, "Travenni was the main village of Romaleva" he replied. Christian nodded "And the other book refers to it as a plague" he said getting it. Connor nodded "The writing I have was written in 1870 when Romaleva ceased to exist". "Wow" Christian said suitably impressed, "I wish I was doing that one with you". Connor closed all the books "I want to do you know what with you" he said glaring at him. Christian laughed "Does history get you all horny then?" he asked closing his books. "What about it?" Connor asked looking at him, "Not sex, doing the assignment with me?". Christian started packing his books away "First we go see Prof and ask what he knows" he said. Connor laughed "Is that a yes then?" he asked looking all serious at him. "Okay, since I have nothing better to write about" Christian replied. They rushed towards the professors office and put the case to him about them working together on the assignment. Professor Lindton listened intently at the detail of what they had, even he admitted it wasn't much to go on. But what they had matched up in the last 24 hours was impressing the professor, when they finished speaking he sat back looking between them both. "Why this subject?" Lindton asked, "You have very little to go on, just a region". "Isn't that just it?" Connor replied, "Finding if the subject matter was fact of fiction". "Connor found the link between the persecutions and the village of Travenni" Christian said. Lindton nodded "Travenni was burnt to the ground, how will you find it?" he asked them both. Connor looked at Christian knowing they had no answer "We need to research it more" Connor said. Lindton retrieved a very old book "It is the first time anyone has done this subject" he said. Connor looked surprised "I mean we could do Dracula but half the class is doing it". Lindton held up a finger to stop Connor "Romaleva was a region in the north" he said. They sat forward "Vadimov estate was or is home to the Kovalek family" Lindton added. Lindton looked up at them "I would start with the village of Vladeni" he suggested. "Can we do this then together?" Christian asked looking hopeful. "Yes" Lindton replied, "Go to Vladeni and start there. The faculty will pay for the trip". "Really?" Connor enquired looking shocked at the professor's offer. Lindton smiled "If I didn't offer it to you your father would be on my case" he replied smiling. "Thank you" they both said to the professor. "Don't leave any stone unturned" Lindton advised them, "Investigate and get results". Christian smiled "Where do we start" he said more to himself reading through Connor's notes. "The church, all Romanian churches have historical archives hidden away" Lipton replied. "They do?" Connor now asked sounding surprised, "I would have gone to public records". Lindton chuckled "You are forgetting your basic vampire myths and tales" he reminded them. "Of course, they cannot step on sacred ground" Christian said. Walking out of the faculty building their heads buzzing with ideas running them past each other. The next few days were spent in lectures and in any spare time they would start planning and writing the assignment like a journal as a first draft.

Last night I did. this guy in the dark room was stumbling and I asked if he wanted to sit down. He said no he was fine. Then he falls but gets up, he was doing poppers and I think he was spilling them because the room smelled like them. Then he fell for a third time and I told him he should go. He was belligerent and I told him I was gonna tell the manager because he was gonna fall and hurt someone. Then he grabs me and he had retard strength. I pulled away and leaving the room he pushed me into people walking by.in the hallway. One I just grazed but one I bumped into but I told them I was sorry that someone pushed me. He seemed to be drunk, high, doing poppers and in a psychotic episode. Probably a meth head. Then I went to the front to see if I would find the manager and I realized I didn't know what he looked like since the room was mostly dark with the only light coming if from the doorways. then I saw someone leaving and realized it was him by the way he was walking and he had this creepy sneer on his face. So I went back and he had mostly cleared out the room. I was gonna stay but it was late and I wanted to leave, but I didn't want to run into him and have him hit my car with his if he was driving. then I waited a little while and left and as I was leaving I saw him coming back in, I could tell it was him because he seemed angry and crazy, I don't think he noticed me. I bet he snuck back into the club. I learned my lesson. If I saw someone stumbling I would still ask if they needed help or wanted to find a place to go sit down, but after that if they fell again I would not say anything to them, I would try to identify who it was and then call a manager or another person who worked there.

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