Sun. Summer. Heat. College girls. I never ever forced a single one. I want that clearly understood. If you aren’t aware of how many people like semi-kinky sex, you need to get out more. Trust me, sensual extended orgasm-inducing love bites fall more to the mild end of the scale of what folks are up to these days. Edging with a little pain, if you like. Despite what the horror-mongers claim it involves a lot less blood than you give when you donate.

Let’s be serious here. You can talk all you want about Gothic haunted houses, low-life corners of town, creepy old guys with bad teeth dressed in ratty tuxedoes, but it’s total nonsense. Even if I am about 600 years old today, I’m not creepy and I don’t live in a run-down castle or even a haunted Gothic mansion. I live in a mid-20th-century Eichler tract house in Palo Alto, California. Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a mile or so from the university. Go Cardinal! Fear the Tree! I do not look my age.

I bought this Eichler in 1962 for $22,000 USD. It’s about three million today. Just saying.

While we’re at it, skip the whole “I’m a vampire but I’m a vegetarian” or “I only eat small animals” thing. That TV series a few years ago was nonsense. I drink human blood, but like I said earlier I never forced anyone and it’s not that much blood anyway. That’s God’s truth. Coming from me that may sound weird, but I was raised Orthodox Christian and I still am.

Here’s the secret: deep down inside, women and men want to surrender. “Phantom of the Opera” said it best: Listen to the music of the night! Come over to the dark side. (We have cookies.) Embrace the pleasure of being taken.

I guess you could say I’m a trans ... what? I’ll have to think a little more about how to describe myself, but how I got from where and when I became what I am now to the Peninsula is a long story and not really important right now.

The university is a steady source of young men and women. Still kids, many of them. They’re curious. That’s where I come in. Hands off those I see in my counseling work, of course, but others, if mature enough and discreet and sober and in their right minds, are available, despite the university’s rules against relationships with students. Besides, if I don’t find someone adventurous enough locally there’s always San Francisco, an hour north.

I’m not only all about my next meal, either. I’m a graduate of this university, about twenty years ago. I’m big on alumni events, especially ones that feature lectures or performances or classes. No football games, thank you very much. Although I’m not much troubled by daylight now, being jammed in with several thousand others for two or three hours in the sun on a warm day is too much.

Even if I don’t look my age I don’t look like an undergrad or even a grad student. That rules out fraternity parties. Having it on with a drunk coed isn’t cool. I want a willing conscious partner, not someone who’s too smashed to know what she’s doing.

My name is David.

It was a warm Friday afternoon in Spring Quarter and I was thinking about the weekend, whether to get out locally or head up to the City, when Hannah appeared at my open office door.

I’ve known Hannah since she was a freshman. She’s a senior now. Two months to graduation. I’m a part-time counselor-of-everything, an odd position established by the university authorities to somehow sweep up kids who needed help but didn’t fit elsewhere. Many of those young men and women are trans or LGBTQ+ in one way or another. My therapy with Hannah had ended last year.

“Hi David, can we talk?”

I smiled and nodded. She stood in front of my desk.

“What’s up, Hannah?”

To my surprise, she burst out with a belly laugh I’d never heard before. For a second I thought she’d actually flipped her lid somehow, but then I realized this was a very happy laugh. Her face was red and her tears covered her cheeks when she finally finished. She fell into the comfortable chair at the side of my desk.

“I’ll bite, Hannah. What’s going on?”

Hannah stifled what looked like more laughter and stared at me. I was getting seriously worried by now, but I put on my “You can tell me anything and I won’t laugh at you” face and smiled.

Hannah took a deep breath. “David, I’m in love.”

“Sounds good, Hannah, who is he?”

She snickered. “What makes you think it’s a ‘he’?”

This was getting pretty silly. “OK, got it.”

Hannah began to cry. I pushed my handy box of tissues close to her. Without looking she grabbed a handful. I got up and went around behind her and began to knead her shoulders gently but firmly. Hannah hummed.

After a couple of minutes she turned around. “Why haven’t you ever asked me out, David?”

I smiled. “I’ve been tempted but you’re a student and I’m not, is the short answer.”

“What’s the longer answer?”

“I’m too old for you.”

“I’m a senior now. I’m about to graduate. You’re not my therapist anymore. What difference does it make?”

She had a point and I won’t say I wasn’t tempted.

“Tell me about him or her, your new love, Hannah.”

She sighed. “It is a he, his name is Jacob, and he’s trans.”

“Does he like you?”

I couldn’t see her face, but it felt like she smiled. “I think so,” Hannah said, “but he’s nervous.”

“About being trans?”

“Yeah, I mean he transitioned right out of high school, and he presented here as male from the start.”

“Does he make you nervous?”

She laughed. “Only in a good way, if you know what I mean.”

I stopped my massage. Hannah made a sound of complaint. I patted her shoulder and moved around to sit behind my desk. Hannah watched me.

“Tell me about Jacob, Hannah.”

She smiled. In a second I realized I’d die to have her smile that way at me. “He’s funny.” She stopped and thought for a moment. Her smile returned. “He’s smart and funny and kind, David.” Another pause. This time she grinned. “He’s hot, too.”

“All that sounds great, Hannah, is there something that bothers you?”

“Like I said, he’s nervous about everything. It’s not that we don’t have friends, or that he doesn’t have friends, but not everyone or even most of them know he’s trans.” She laughed. “It’s not like we get naked with them.”

“Does he do any sports?”

“He’s a swimmer.”

“So, what about the locker room, Hannah?”

“He tries to go when there aren’t too many people there. The showers and locker rooms over at the Women’s Pool are actually co-ed. He says he doesn’t worry too much about it there.” She looked at me. “Besides, David, it’s rude to look too closely at other people, you know that.”

“I’d like to meet him, Hannah.”

“Sure. Will you rub my back a little more, David?”

I kneaded her shoulders gently and she began her little hum again. It wasn’t a bolt from heaven or any movement by Hannah but something in my hands and the feel of her shoulder muscles loosened something inside me. Hannah was level-headed, she was smart, she may even have sensed something different about me, although I couldn’t know that for sure. She was truly adult now and very attractive. I don’t manifest arousal in the normal male manner but I do get aroused and, well, horny as well as hungry.

“How does Jacob feel about being nude among strangers, Hannah?”

I heard a chuckle that turned into a laugh. Her shoulders shook under my hands. “Who’s to know anything among strangers, David?” She giggled. “Who’s to know?”

I let my hands work down her back. I wasn’t pushing but I went a little further than usual. Hannah’s hums got louder and she leaned back into my hands. “Have the two of you ever been to a nude beach, Hannah?”

Another chuckle. “Yeah. It was great.”

“How about a visit to Baker Beach this weekend? It’s supposed to be warm, at least it will be when the sun comes out,” I asked. “I’ll drive.”

She twisted around out of my hands to look at me. “You mean a date, David? With you?” She laughed. “What happened to the ‘I’m too old for you’ stuff?”

“It’s not exactly a date,” I answered. To myself I was thinking it might be interesting to see what happens. “I mean with you and Jacob, right? The three of us?”

“Sure! Pick us up at my dorm, OK, about 10:00?”

We hugged and she was out the door.

It was a glorious Saturday afternoon at Baker Beach. Warmer than usual, a fair crowd but fewer people the further up you got. That’s where we headed. There’s no real swimming at Baker. The tide through the Golden Gate is too strong and the seabed drops off fairly close to the shore, but splashing in the shallows is OK and safe.

I used to sport an entertaining collection of sword and bullet wounds, some fresher than others, but over the years, centuries really, they’ve faded away, so I look pretty normal without clothes. Hannah and Jacob, both slender and lightly tanned and smoothly muscled, were gorgeous. What did Jacob look like? Well, short of painting on a mustache he still looked pretty feminine. Beautiful, in fact.

“You both look fantastic,” I said. Not terribly original, I admit, but totally accurate. Hannah laughed. Jacob blushed.

“I started testosterone therapy after high school,” he said. “It’s going OK, but slowly.” His voice was a little lower than I’d expected, and his shoulders looked good, probably as much from swimming as the therapy. He had no breasts to speak of, although that also could have been simply developmental. Anyway, who cares, I thought. I’m just going to enjoy whatever the day brings.

We stretched out in the sun, Hannah between us, and dozed. Flipping over, admittedly from any distance we looked like two women, one a little curvier than the other, with a guy. It wasn’t a day really for serious thoughts, but it reminded me of beaches past, some of them very far past, once I’d adapted to extended time in the sun. I wasn’t going to be able to spend the whole day here, for sure, but the large umbrella we had stashed behind us would help when it got too bright.

“Water, Jacob, c’mon,” said Hannah as she jumped to her feet and reached to pull up Jacob. “You, too, David, let’s get wet.”

It turns out you can get pretty wet in the shallows without too much trouble. We zipped back up the sand when the light breeze turned everything a little too chilly for comfort. Hannah and I took turns drying Jacob, not that he really needed the help, but it was fun to get my hands on him. He was as firm as he looked, and both of us let our hands wander a little. Jacob laughed and leaned into our hands and fingers.

We finished giving Jacob a thorough rub-down. The resulting prominence of his clitoris did not escape my eye or Hannah’s as they turned to me, but not before I managed to give each of them a quick friendly and bloodless nip on the neck. Jacob yelped. Hannah smiled, almost as though she’d expected it. I don’t know how. It’s not as if I advertise what I am. There’s no painting of Transylvania on my office wall.

My lack of arousal in the traditional male fashion is easily explained by a mild stroke or something like that. They make marital aids to help both sexes. More importantly for me, as I mentioned earlier, is edgy mildly painful biting. When it comes at the right time it often leads to orgasm for the biter and the bitten. Sometimes not, of course, but in any event never forced by me. Orgasm for me is in my mind and it’s strong.

We’re not ready for serious biting yet, and we wouldn’t get that far on the beach today, anyway. Overt sex is frowned on but no one blinks, especially in this part of the beach, at affection shown openly. I wondered what might happen when I got toweled down vigorously. Their hands were everywhere, including on my cock, even if I did not become erect. I matched their explorations with my own. Hannah responded nicely with erect nipples and a little moisture between her legs. I didn’t go quite as far with Jacob, although I was pleased to feel his nipples get hard.

We lunched on the veggies and tuna fish sandwiches Hannah and Jacob prepared. I should say I “lunched,” since I don’t actually eat food. It’s not hard to give the impression of eating even when you don’t. Nothing really happens if I swallow a grape or two, anyway. Afterwards we moved mostly under the umbrella. The breeze had stopped and it was verging on hot. Hannah between us held our hands in hers.

I heard her chuckle. “What I’ve always wanted, between two guys.” She released my hand and turned to her side to Joseph and kissed him. It was a long kiss. I heard a sigh when they broke apart. “Oh, yeah,” she whispered. I turned and lifted myself on my elbow to see Hannah’s hand drift down over Joseph’s tummy to his groin. I caught another glimpse of his enlarged clitoris before her fingers gently rubbed around and over it. She slid herself down and kissed between his legs. He gasped and arched his back.

I wasn’t hard but I was aroused and I moved as close to them as I could. I leaned over Hannah to offer my lips to Jacob. He paused for only a second before he kissed me. It was a test, and I figured I passed when he leaned closer for another kiss. I took a chance and nibbled his neck lightly. We didn’t know each other well enough nor was he aroused enough for me to move to the next step and I didn’t try. But the way he kissed me again when I finished with his neck told me what I needed to know.

His gasps also told me Hannah’s hands and lips were exactly what he hoped for. When I moved to Hannah’s neck and nipped her she stopped what she was doing and laughed. “Yeah, David, do that again!” I did, but not as far as I would have liked. Not yet, anyway. I moved my hand to cup her breast and stroke her nipple, and heard a happy sound. I moved down a little and released her nipple and slid my hand between her legs. I found her wet, enough to coat my finger and move it to her clit. She jumped when I pressed a little and I nipped her once more. She liked that. I knew because she laughed again and shoved her neck back against me. I nibbled some more and heard another chuckle, but I stopped before drawing blood.

I kept my hand where it was moving lightly and heard her breath catch and her muscles tense and I was steady and she was rising until with a bit of a shriek she came. I kept my hand still and hugged her as hard as I could as she relaxed and murmured something I couldn’t understand, but it sounded happy. Jacob meanwhile had been left behind. “It’s Jacob’s turn,” I whispered. She squeezed my hand with her legs and climbed over Jacob.

“Scoot over, sweetie,” she told him, and in a moment we had Jacob sandwiched. We took full advantage. I kissed him and tweaked his nipples while Hannah did what she knew he liked, her fingers first and then once more her lips and tongue on his engorged clit. I bit his lip but he didn’t flinch. I bit him again and drew a little blood but he still kept his lips against mine. He tasted good. His blood tasted good. I would never pretend otherwise, but there was no need to press on right now. It didn’t take long before he tensed and bit my lip as he came. I released him with a chuckle.

“Nice, Jacob.” I hugged him. So did Hannah.

“How’s prep going, Hannah?” I asked her when she stopped by my office during Dead Week.

“Easy. Jacob and I are prepped. Double prepped. Finals will be a breeze.” I must have looked a little skeptical, although I believed her. “I’m serious, David, really.”

“I know, Hannah. How’s Jacob doing?”

“Good! We’ve been seeing friends a little more, friends we trust, and he’s come out slowly, not making a really big deal of it. No one seems to have a problem.”

I stood up to hug her. “That’s great news, Hannah!” She wriggled a little and I let her go so she could sit down. Her Cheshire cat smile was back and she chuckled.