My Tall, Dark, and Handsome Stranger of the Night.

It happened a few years ago when I was traveling throughout Eastern Europe on holiday. I've always wanted to experience new rich cultures and far off places that I chose Romania as being a good place to start. I was a simple average guy, right out of college, and had decided that Romania would be one of the haunts that I wish to see. So, I simply packed my bags, checked my valid passport, and headed off for SFO for the land of vampires and werewolves.

After two weeks in, I was staying at a quaint village tavern house "Lupos Vinzuină" (The Lone Wolf) near the Transylvania border when I decided to go for a late night walk and sample the fresh scenery before me. The tavern keeper became very worried by my decision and warned me... "Since the fall of Communism, the ancient spirits of the undead have returned and now roam the countryside at night seeking lustful revenge on the innocent who dare to venture alone." I kindly reminded him that I was a big boy and such idle folk tales wouldn't even scare me if they were true so I went on my way.

The harvest full moon was so radiant with a brilliant luster of pale orange/red from the bonfires throughout the ancient countryside, while the rich aromas of different scents of smoldering woods impregnated the cool autumn air around me. As I calmly listened to the soft rustle of multi-colored leaves under my Sketchers, I made my carefree way up the single-lane cobblestone road towards the nearby hill. This all-serene country life that I was experiencing was something that I really could get use to due to the hustle and bustle of city life back in the states.

It was not long until I finally reached the hilltop looking over the dimly lit village is where I suddenly stumbled across a series of old ruins. From my advantage point on the roadside that they looked like some kind of deconsecrated abbey or monastery, which was discarded when the Communists once ruled the country. And right next to the now hallowed out structure laid a series of monoliths marking the dead of centuries long past. They were an eternal testament that even though government’s change hands from time to time that their lives were immortal throughout time.

As I slowly walked amongst the lone-scarred tombstones, I suddenly came upon a vaulted mausoleum in the heart of the cemetery. It had a medićval/gothic style design, but what amazed me more was that I could see a small flicker of candlelight right inside. Thinking that it may be some local who had taken nightly refuge in the place, I slowly crept up to the entrance to make my presence known. I stood on the front landing, calmly peered into the crypt, and said...
"Alo...?"

Suddenly, a large swarm of bats came flying out of the main entrance and knocked me to the leaf covered ground. In my brief daze, I was able to quickly recover and then I saw him standing there on the landing. He was casually dressed in a dark colored turtleneck and faded black jeans. But what was most alluring about him was his rich and dark Romanian physique that appealed to me the most. His reddish/black piercing eyes were ablaze with the hunger of a half-crazed wolf as they glistened in the full moonlight. I was truly spellbound from that moment on.

We spoke not a single word at first as he silently glared down at the enlarged bulge concealed inside my muddy denims. I too stared up at his well-endowed manly bulge that seemed to grow ever so larger with every beat of my heart. He quickly gave me a sly grin and then merely walked over to help me up.
"Alo..." I quickly brushed off the dirt and leaf debris with embarrassment! "My name is Marco from America. Do you speak English?"
"Desigur..." as the handsome stranger answered back with his sweet Romanian flare! "Yes, I do speak very good Anglish...! My name is Lucian, Duke Lucian Demetri Dumitrescu. And what brings you out at this time of night?"
"Well, you might just say that I'm soaking up some of the local culture so to let out all that bad San Fran city air."
"I'm sure the villagers down below warned you that it's not safe to venture alone at night. Who knows who or what you will meet up with?"
"I think that I can handle any unforeseen situation when it arrives," and I gave him quick pat on his tight, muscular rear-end with a coy smile.
"I can see that you are a man of many unseen attributes!"

Lucian slowly guided me over to the mausoleum's stone steps so we can sit down and get to know each other better. He told me that he was of royal blood, fled Romania during the Communist regime to Austria, and lived there until his homeland was finally free once more. I casually told him that I had just graduated from college with a bachelor's degree in Ancient European History and was here on holiday to see it for myself.
"So, are you finding Romania more alluring to you," as he spoke with a most haunting passion that could split the seams in my jeans.
"Ahh...yes...I mean...everyone here is very friendly and I'm sure that my trip will be the most fulfilling one at that."
And, I seductively licked my lips with a quick glance at his massive growing crotch below.

Lucien calmly placed his delicate hand on my firm leg and stroked it ever so tenderly just like he was petting a cat. My engorged cock grew ever so harder with each stroke just wanting to release it and let my cum fly into the cool night air. Lucian too knew that I was in heat and gently rubbed his fingers tracing the rigid outline of the long meaty tube concealed within the denim material. I simply closed my eyes and let out a lustful sigh of sheer ecstasy. He knew how to get me aroused and yet we had only met this very night. I opened my eyes and placed my hand on his rock hard male tool. His blood-gorged cock pulsated heavily just waiting for my warm mouth the swallow it whole and bring him to utter climax. 

My bold horniness finally took over as I fiercely pulled at his black denim jeans buttons as they went "Pop, Pop, Pop." Within an instant, I would be seeing the most glorious uncut piece of manhood that I've laid eyes on before. I watched with utter suspense as his massive 12-incher sprang straight up from its silken black pubic fur mass now inviting me to savor on its sweet juices. Lucian slyly smiled at me with another look of animal magnetism while he calmly laid back ready for my hungry mouth to devour his meat whole.

In the past, I've often thought of myself as giving good head but this was truly a challenge indeed! He simply closed his eyes, gave out a growl, and waited for my hot, wet mouth to do its dirty work. I seductively licked his foreskin with the tip my tongue and the sweet taste impelled me to do more. With one deep breath, I took him whole...all the way down to his meaty shaft base. Lucian cried out like a horny wolf in dead heat while I went to work on him. Up and down, slowly at first, and then I became a savage animal tormented into wanting his huge cock for my very own.

I could feel that he was getting real close and bucked uncontrollably just waiting to explode in my mouth. However, this was not to be is when he suddenly stopped me in cold rhythm.
"Nici, I want to fill you up with my sweet man nectar like a virgin on her wedding night!"
"But, where can we go," as I quickly pulled away still savoring the last pre-cum juices from his huge pulsating cock?
"In there," as he turned head with a sly smile and nodded into the vaulted mausoleum! "I want to split you wide-open and feed you my cock in your tight hot American ass!"
"I haven't been fucked for quite a while and I think you cock is way too big for me to handle?"
"Let me be the judge of that." as Lucian seductively led me into the vault under his spell of alluring manliness.

Once inside, there was a large white marble coffin in the center and richly decorated with blood-red rose petals. He forcibly turned me around and quickly ripped off my jeans with one full tug. My now released erect cock bounced up and down in the cool night air while he knelt down and swallowed me whole. I knew from that very moment that he was a true master and I was his slave. I closed my eyes and let him do his very best to me. My well-hung balls swung under the fierce sexual attack I was receiving.
"Lucian! Take me! Take all of me! I am yours for the pleasure," as I cried out in the wee early hours of the morning! He then pushed me up on top of the coffin slab, threw my legs up onto his shoulders, and rimmed my ass hard with his hot vicious mouth. He suddenly stopped what he was doing, looked deep into my eyes with lustful admiration, and was able to place me in some kind of erotic trance.
"Marco," he spoke in a mesmerizing tone! "You shall now experience what true love making is like never before!"
"I'm yours Lucian...Forever...!"
"Te iubesc, Marco!"
And, he then trusted his huge uncut dick deep into my hole and began hours upon hours of non-stop fucking.

I suddenly awoke from my night of hot passion and it was early morning. The hot sun's rays beamed in from the main entrance and there was no sign of Lucian anywhere? I called out for him but there was no answer from him? Was this just an erotic dream brought on by my lustful cravings for hot sex with a Romanian hunk? Well, I slowly pulled myself off the marble slab and looked around the mausoleum to get my bearings again. At the head of the coffin bore golden ornate candelabra with melted wax residue on it. I could see some Cyrillic writing edged on the slab and quickly brushed the rose petals away to read. To my startling surprise it read...

Duce Lucian Demetri Dumitrescu
07 Noiembrie 1758 -?

Pisica sfârşit!
(The End!)