The bodily functions of every beautiful gay boy are in a constant state of producing and carefully maintaining a ready storage of cum. I think that's hot! Yes, his cute face is hot. His body is hot. His dick, balls, pubes are oh so hot. But that internal storehouse of warm, vibrant cum is incredibly alluring too! It is his fountain of life.
The boy's clothes are off. The cum-thirsty vampire kneels before him. No longer must the vampire wonder and yearn to see what is under the boy's clothes. His eyes are now full. He deeply inhales the lusty, intoxicating boy scent. With every touch of the vampire's breath, lips, and tongue, the boy's cock pulses with life, strength, and hard growth.
The vampire's sight is dazzled. His sense of smell is filled with this boy's unique, inviting scent. His taste buds are alive with the quivering, responsive boy-meat in his mouth. His ears are in rapture from the sounds of the boy's heavy breathing and moaning. The boy has surrendered all things external to the vampire. But that isn't enough for the vampire. Sucking the life-force from every cum-spurt is his real and ultimate goal. If the boy pulled out and got dressed before cumming, it would be a terribly incomplete experience for both of them.
The vampire, himself, has no real desire to cum. But he desperately craves the boy to cum. Not on the floor... but in his mouth and on his face.
In my opinion, as far as reproductive straight sex is concerned, the creation of life occurs at that electrical moment of fusion when a man's sperm penetrates a woman's egg. The gay vampire knows a similar fusion takes place when a man's sperm penetrates the tissues in his mouth and skin. The boy's cum, loaded with living, active carriers of his DNA, shoots his mystical life and energy through the vampire's bloodstream. That's what the undead vampire needs to survive. Without it, he would pine and fade away like a man dying of starvation.
Being a member of the undead myself,
I can fully understand and relate to the plight of the cum vampire.
I know I have many undead brothers out there who know exactly
what I am talking about as well.
We eat because we have to. And we make it as enjoyable as we can. There is no pleasure in eating the same food every day. A wide variety of different foods... smells... tastes... makes the whole eating-thing something to look forward to.
I have been eating Thai food... and Thai cum (my partner Bouy is from Thailand) for two years now. Don't get me wrong... I LOVE Bouy's Thai food. But sometimes I see a hot American boy-meal... or a spicy Hispanic dish... or a steaming plate of delicious Italian cum... or a yummy dark chocolate dessert walk by and I am tempted to get on my knees and eat them for a change. Just think of all the different life-force nutrients and chromosomal energies that would be surging through my bloodstream then!
It is just about at this stage in my fantasy of eating a wide variety of cum menu options when things turn sour. It tasted, smelled, and felt so damn good while I was indulging in different foods, but afterward, my stomach felt sick. Instead of absorbing it all into my bloodstream, I vomited it all down the toilet.
It seems, in reality, I can't fully appreciate anything but Bouy's Thai food anymore. What makes Bouy's food so special? After careful analysis, I discovered Bouy's food is loaded with some very rare ingredients... like loyalty, faithfulness, and sacrifice... and an unconditional love for someone like me who is not always easy to put up with. I also found Bouy's patient and understanding response to the many complications that surround my life inside the special food he feeds me.
My diet may be limited to a certain kind of food now, but having Bouy to share each sexual and non-sexual meal with makes me feel like I am not missing out on a thing. My life-force flows through his bloodstream, and his flows through mine. Together we share one life. It's all that I need and all that is good for me.
All of my other undead brothers ought to at least try restricting their diets too. An addictive, undisciplined diet is not healthy in the long run. There is a higher life beyond the hit of an exciting uncommitted nightly suck.
Bouy will be coming home from work in a few minutes, so I guess I'll end this journal for now and get ready for dinner.
In more ways than one I am especially hungry tonight...
