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  A Vampire in Waikiki

  By

  A.J. Llewellyn

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  A Vampire in Waikiki

  Copyright ã 2008 A.J. Llewellyn

  ISBN: 978-1-55487-133-9

  Cover art by Martine Jardin

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  Dedication

  To Madame Pele, Goddess of the Volcanoes

  Chapter One

  Sweating palms, dry tongue feeling like a sock wedged in my mouth, I hoped my terror didn’t show. I had to remind myself this was supposed to be fun, but I was starting to think I couldn’t go through with it.

  The drop-dead handsome man who was exchanging lusty kisses with me, moved off the sofa and got between my knees. He was the most striking man I had ever seen, but being a guy, I didn’t analyze the sexual potential of other men very often. Angelis was different. He would have passed for an ancient Hawaiian king in different times with his jet black hair, caramel-colored skin, big black eyes and perfect, lean and muscular body topped by a toothy white smile.

  Besides, I was about to fuck him, so how he looked was kind of an issue. He was giving me his best shit-eating grin right now and something shifted between us. Good God, was I actually feeling lust for the man? I watched him unbuckle the leather belt at my waist, unzip my pants, and heard his gasp of appreciation as my huge cock sprang out and greeted him like a long lost friend.

  “Delicious.” His tongue swirled expertly over the head. I felt faint for a moment, then that incomparable surge of warmth started from the base of my spine, shot straight to my balls and to my grateful cock—which had never, ever been given this kind of oral attention by any of the countless women I’d fucked.

  “That’s it,” I managed to say. “Suck it.” I watched Angelis’s eyes glaze over, as if he was drunk with my cock, letting it slip inch by inch into his hot, hungry mouth. It was like being in my own porn movie when the second guy nudged him aside and took over.

  Wait. This was my own porn movie.

  My first. As in, my first ever love scene, on or off the camera, with another man.

  * * * *

  My name is Thunder, Jimmy Thunder. I adore women, but I fuck men. They call it gay-for-pay. I call it the best damned way to make a living that I know of—tons of sweat, not much work.

  It was Angelis, on the floor now sucking my cock as if it was the last one on earth, who recruited me, who suggested I give it a try. He knew of my lady killer reputation, and when he caught a glimpse of my cock in the Kalakaua Avenue gym shower one day he said, “Man, you’d make a fortune in porn.”

  My sexual appetite being as voracious as it was, and my lifestyle so secretive, I figured I’d do a few movies, screw some hot chicks…and bail. But it was gay porn Angelis was talking about and I found myself intrigued.

  I watched him suck one of my balls now as the second guy, Alan, sucked the other one. Angelis kept up a languid, but insistent pace on the length of my rod with one hand, coming back to graze on my cock head every now and then. He was driving me crazy. I wanted his mouth on me again and then I got it, his swiveling tongue sending waves of joy straight to my toes.

  “Thunder, I’m gonna want a come shot here, baby,” the director Billy Flamingo whispered and my gaze went to Angelis’s face as he started sucking on my meat in earnest. Next thing I knew, he was pulling back and I was jerking like an old-fashioned soda fountain, exploding all over the place.

  “I want that dick in my ass,” Angelis hissed, coaxing the last shot of cream from me as the cameraman, a guy who went by Bull, kept the handheld camera an inch away from the action. It took me a moment to calm down and then Alan and Angelis were licking the cream from my belly and from each other’s mouths.

  I was watching Angelis thinking, God, I want to fuck you at the same moment another thought rushed in right behind it. What are you thinking? He’s a guy!

  Angelis leaned up to me and I wanted him naked. I was ready to fuck and I was hotter and more switched on than I had ever been in my life. Oh, there was a woman once…a long, long time ago—before I stopped letting women mess with my head—who’d made me feel this way. He started kissing me and I felt that momentary panic again. He tasted good. That wasn’t the problem. It was in my contract as a top that I had to lick the bottom’s ass, suck his cock and fuck him.

  “But I’m straight,” I told Billy Flamingo when I met him for the first time two days before we shot the scene.

  Billy laughed. “Yeah. They all say that in the beginning.” He’d sent me off for blood tests to make sure I was clean and non-contagious and asked if I wanted to shoot my first scene with Angelis.

  Angelis was the hottest thing in gay porn right now, particularly in the bareback or breeding category as some people call it, where no condoms were used and the guys were strictly screened. I didn’t need help from the set fluffer. Neither did Angelis. He was openly gay and apparently liked what I was doing to him.

  The man looked like a demigod. I sure did want to shoot my first scene with him and now he was squirming around on my lap on the red velvet sofa of the closed night club. I felt the growing heat between us, or was that the camera lights? I suckled one of his nipples and he gasped, “How did you know?” into my left ear.

  He was driving me crazy and it gave me a thrill to rub the crotch of his elegant dress pants, to feel the bulge forming at my touch. I felt my own cock lengthen and harden.

  “That’s it, feel that boner, baby.” Billy Flamingo’s whispered instructions would be dubbed out later, our own voices dubbed over, and now that old night club standby Relax by Frankie Goes to Hollywood pounded through the sound system. It brought back old, pleasant memories and triggered a horny spike in me that had me putting Angelis on his back, ripping off his trousers, eyeing the massive piece of sweet Hawaiian sausage between his legs and not even thinking twice about giving him head.

  I eased him back, working my way between his legs, the pulsing beat of the song putting me in an almost hypnotic space. I am not a bad looking guy, quite the opposite. I am not saying this out of…false pride, but because being a handsome guy in Honolulu has been both a blessing and a curse. Like Angelis, much of my blood is Hawaiian and we’re tall guys with lean, muscular bodies.

  Relax don't do it, when you want to come

  Relax don't do it, when you want to come

  The lyrics thrummed in my brain and now all that mattered was that I did want to come. I forgot about the lights, the people, and concentrated on the huge cock I was handling with inexpert, but willing fingers.

  “God, that’s hot.” I heard Billy gloating as Bull, the camera man, zeroed in an inch from my nose while I inhaled the incredibly sweet, clean scent of Angelis’ skin. I stopped sucking the tip of his cock
for a second, to nuzzle and sip at the lovely flesh at his thighs. He smelled of oatmeal and honey soap and he moaned, running his fingers into my hair, holding me there, allowing me to inhale and absorb his smell, his intoxicating presence. I felt my canine teeth elongating, and it took everything in me not to sink them into the nearest vein and feed on him. My teeth slipped back, blood hunger stirring the steaming cauldron in my belly, then my mouth went back to his cock.

  “I will teach you, I will help you,” Angelis had said before we shot the scene. A couple of belts of fire whiskey and I’d been game to try this. Now, I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel, and the crazed expression on my face, which had more to do with the fierce effort to not unleash the real beast within me, seemed to set him off.

  He was humping my face, watching me suck him. Hey, ma. Look at me! I’m sucking another guy’s joint. And loving it! The music got louder and I took my mouth off that cock. I wanted to get to his ass. I didn’t intend to lavish it with quite as much tongue as I did, but damn. This tastes better than pussy. How can this be?

  Angelis spread his legs wider and I went easy on him, preparing him for my cock, which was massive by anybody’s standards. I really needed to fuck him now. I licked and laved at that hole like I was licking the tastiest frosting at the bottom of the mixing bowl. Man, this was good.

  “Fuck me.” He said it a few times, until it sounded like a mantra, louder and louder, a sob, a beggar’s prayer for my cock, for…me.

  I couldn’t see straight, I wanted to be inside him so badly. I felt him take me, put my cock right at his ass hole, and I started to move into him. Bull stayed on me, Billy’s voice reassuring as the tightest cave I’d ever found myself in wrapped me in a velvet haze of carnal heat.

  When you want to come

  When you want to come

  The lyrics were like hot bursts of magma firing straight up my spine as Angelis gripped me to him, harder, closer…closer. I fucked him like I’d been kept away from him for months. It was better than fucking a woman, looking down and seeing his full cock nestled between our flat, hard bellies. I leaned down and kissed him and I knew I was going to come. I pulled out, let Bull get his come shot, and that greedy boy I’d been banging told me to stick my spurting cock back into him.

  I was supposed to say, “I just put my babies in you, man.” That was the line, but when our eyes connected, I couldn’t say the same corny line all the bare-backing guys say in porn. Instead, I put my hand on his belly and snarled, “I just put future Hawaiian kings inside you.”

  It seemed to be driving him wild and he was pulling on his own cock, beating me to the punch, and I felt bad he’d had to jerk himself to his own satisfaction. But I was too busy flying into another panic attack. I was still coming and now had to pull out and let Bull and Billy dictate exactly how they wanted me to take my cock out, stick it back in, and then I finally stopped coming and felt exhilarated that the scene had gone great and everybody was happy.

  “Beautiful,” Billy kept saying. “Thunder…you are gonna be a star, baby.”

  Angelis and I grinned at each other. I bent down and dropped a kiss on his chest, right over his skittering heart.

  “Oh…nice touch…keep shooting,” I heard Billy say, even though this was a private moment. Angelis pulled my head to his mouth and kissed me. It was completely spontaneous and I surrendered to the moment, unhappy when he pulled back. His lips went to my ear. “That was incredible. You were incredible.”

  “So were you.” I was suddenly jealous of whomever he was fucking, whoever got to command that juicy piece of ass pie off camera. And oh…I was just realizing, plenty of other people got to give it their best shot on camera, too.

  I was still lying on top of him. He put his mouth back to my ear so I could hear him over the waning music.

  “You ever wanna play in private, you give me a call.” He kissed my cheek like a shy teenage girl and gave me a gentle push. He swung his legs to the floor and I sat there in a daze, watching him walk that cute ass of his to the restroom.

  Bull leaned over to me, his breath smelling of Dentyne gum. “He must like you.” I detected a strong German accent. “I never see him stay hard for a top unless he likes him and I never, ever heard him say anything like that to another guy before.”

  He was too focused on his camera as he prepared the next scene to see my stupidgrin. The one I hadn’t worn on my face since I was about sixteen years old. Bull and Billy were all business now and I was thinking about how I’d lost all control, fell into the honey trap of passion. It would be seen by people, millions of people all over the world. It worried me and I felt the glorious moment of pure pleasure run dry.

  “Don’t get wiggy on yourself, dude.” Bull’s voice was firm. “It’s just sex.”

  Wiggy? He had that right, but not for the reasons he was thinking. My eyes followed my sexy co-star who was now slipping on his street clothes. He held up a hand to me, my stomach in knots when he gave me another lovely smile. “See you tomorrow, Thunder. You’re a natural, baby.”

  As I went into the bathroom to clean up, my cell phone began vibrating. I was trying to sort out the feelings I had about everything that just happened. I wasn’t living a double life, I was now living three. Skirt chasing beach boy by day, gay porn star by night. I didn’t know which was harder. Now I was having fantasies about another man. I didn’t know which curse was worse. Having all these lives, or being a vampire in Waikiki.

  Chapter Two

  “You’re late, Jimmy.” My on again, off again, always irksome girlfriend Nonita was standing outside the ABC shop on the corner of Kalakaua Avenue and Prince Kuhio Walk. She worked there three afternoons a week, helping out her dad who was no fan of mine. As she got into my car he was standing, hands on hips, watching me drive away with his demented offspring.

  It wasn’t that Nonita wasn’t a handful before I met her. Au contraire. But her dad was exasperated with pulling her out of strip clubs and brothels and wanted somebody else to take over the invisible, impossible reins of keeping Nonita in check. Since we’d met, she’d curtailed these activities until we had a fight, or as I was beginning to realize, she created a fight, then she would head right back over to the nearest opium den in search of Japanese businessmen with a yen to part with their…yen, and the desire for some half-Hawaiian, half Japanese female fighting fish.

  “Are you hungry?” My voice was sharper than I’d intended. It was still dark and I was excited, despite the gnawing hunger of no blood in a couple of days. I knew I’d have to feed soon. I was feeling light-headed. I always got grumpy when I didn’t get blood.

  My small, pert, part-time girlfriend gave me a wicked grin, knowing I liked to eat at the best places, and afterward, have some hot sex. That was Nonita’s gift. Her insatiable urge to fuck was the reward for the non-stop headaches she gave a man. Any man.

  “Where were you anyway?” She was pouting, but the effect of those juicy, tart, Asian plum lips wasn’t giving me the same instant erection it usually did. I could still feel Angelis’s cock in my mouth, the way he pulled and sucked and owned my cock. I could still feel the rhythm we’d shared, like I’d spent a day in the ocean, at one with the sea. Stop it. It was just sex. It was just exciting because it was new.

  “I love seeing how hard I make you.” Nonita’s tiny, French-manicured hand was working on my crotch. No need for her to know it was thinking about Angelis that had me all hot and bothered.

  “Uh-huh.” I let her fingers do the walking to my fly, but I wasn’t really looking forward to the sex. Or was I? I pointed the car toward Waikiki, the good end with the expensive hotels, even more expensive boutiques and the worst, most over-priced restaurants in town.

  Nonita liked the good names, the hot, new places to eat. She moved her hand away from me to pat down her sleek, chin length bob and I felt grateful for the reprieve, wanting to be alone with my thoughts.

  “Why can’t you buy a decent car?” She made a big production
of having to manually wind down the window. “This one feels so creepy. Like there are things living in it.”

  “Yes, like you and me.”

  “And it smells really bad.”

  I laughed. “Thanks a lot.”

  “No, silly. I was thinking something more like a rat. I feel like there are claws rubbing at my ankles.”

  Oops.

  She started to look down at her feet, but I distracted her by pointing to some imaginary thing of interest out the window. There was a rat right where she was sitting, but he was a dead one. Leaning down, I picked him up by the tail. He was as big as I remembered, that alley rat, big as a freakin’ house cat. I tossed him out the passenger window as Nonita turned to look back at me.

  I saw the horrified look on the couple’s faces in the car beside me. Tourists! They had to be, in His and Hers Aloha shirts. Nobody who lived on the islands actually dressed that way. The rat landed with a thud on their windshield. I cringed inwardly as the car swerved, narrowly missing a palm tree.

  Nonita was looking at me now. “Why don’t you love me?” Not this conversation again. She swiftly switched gears. This streetwise girl recognized a stalled vehicle when she saw one. “I know! Tomorrow, let’s go buy you a new car.” She looked giddy at the prospect and I would have indulged her an hour of aimless car hunting, except that there were many things that Nonita, close as we were, didn’t know about me.

  The biggest thing being that I am a vampire, the second thing being that my car often doubled as my crib when I couldn’t get home before daylight. The massive trunk served as my bed and I’d rigged it so I could lock myself inside the velvet-lined recesses when needed. The beauty of my old ’76 Lincoln Continental was that nobody wanted it and there wasn’t a thing on it anyone would want to steal. I’d even removed the original white wall tires in an effort to really make it look like a shambles.