LeCroix 8: Garden District Plunge
Philippe watched them from the shadows in the pale moonlight. He had told his driver to stop the limo as it glided up St. Charles Street in New Orleans' fashionable Garden District, past majestic Second Empire Victorian houses. He had sensed something, something that intrigued him and drew him to have the car stopped. He exited the car, pulling his black silk cape about him. He scanned the houses on the block and instinctively picked out the one he sought. Following the deeper shadows, he moved around to the rear garden of the house to where he could see the moonlight dancing on the surface of a swimming pool.
And there he was, stretched out on a lounge, his arms folded behind his head. He was young, very young, probably no more than twenty. A lithe body, a swimmer's body. Full chest, developed by long training of holding his breath under the water. Long torso down to slim waist, and well-developed leg muscles. He was dark and tanned, and naked in the moonlight. A cock that wasn't especially long, but was slender to match the sleekness of the rest of his body.
Philippe felt drawn to him. This was the one. This was the one Philippe sought. He started to move out of the shadows, but then he heard the splashing of water, as another, older man rose out of the water and walked over the lounge and sat down next to the younger man. The older man was a little paunchy and his legs were a bit spindly, but he was well kept for his age, and he had a nice long and thick dong dangling between his legs.
The older man leaned down and kissed the younger man, letting his hand roam down that long, lithe torso to end up encircling and stroking the younger man's cock. The younger man gave a little laugh after the kiss was completed and threw his arms around the older man's neck and brought the older man's lips down to his nipples. The older man played there for a while and then moved his lips on down across the younger man's belly and his cock, giving him gentle suck.
Philippe twitched in the shadows. He flipped his black silk cape open and ran his long slender figures over his naked chest. Not a younger man's chest, but in reasonably good form, and not nearly as paunchy or as old as the man sucking off Philippe's prey. A hand went to his cock, hanging free from black leather pants without a crotch. He was at eleven inches, less than half of what he could be after a good feeding. It made him angry to see the older man making love to this delightful young man. This was to be his, Philippe's, host.
The older man was kneeling below the lounge now. His mouth had moved from the young man's cock to his asshole. The young man had pulled his legs up and out and was digging his heels in the edges of the lounge. His ass was being rimmed and tongued with great slurping noises, as he languidly masturbated himself. After several moments of that, the older man stood and knelt on the foot of the lounge. With his left hand, he raised the younger man's right leg up and out, while his right hand was helping him to insert his hardened cock in the younger man's asshole. When he'd gotten position there, his right hand came out and lifted the younger man's left leg up and out.
The younger man laughed and was voicing encouragement to the older man. "Yes, yes, split me. Stick it all up there. Fuck me. God, I love your dick up my ass. Deeper. Harder! Oh, Baby, you're the best." All of the encouraging expressions to keep your sugar daddy on the leash. He brought his chest up, wrapped his arms around his rich old lover's neck and went into deep kissing mode.
Philippe pulled in closer, knowing they wouldn't notice him. Watching, waiting for the moment.
The younger man flopped back down on the lounge and writhed his torso about, moaning. "Oh, Baby, you're so deep. You're killing me. Nobody's got the cock you have. Pump me. Give it to me." He closed his eyes and threw an arm over his face.
This excited the older man, who was about to blow. He stood up on his feet now, giving himself more leverage. Philippe watched the older man, gauging him, timing him.
The older man pulled his cock out of the younger man's ass, preparing to shoot his load on the younger man's stomach. But Philippe had timed himself well. Quick as a flash, he came up from behind the man's ass, held the man's thighs in position with his hand, and had his mouth on the cock when it ejaculated, sending all of the older man's semen down his throat.
The older man was too shocked to do or say anything in time, and the younger man, his eyes shut and his arm flung over his face and most probably bored to distraction, had no idea anything was wrong.
Philippe flipped back around, pushed the older man on top of the younger man, pinning the younger man under two bodies. He slammed his semi-hard, eleven inches of dick into the older man's ass, and stretched up, catching the left side of the older man's neck in his teeth, sinking into the carotid artery, and sucking hard.
The older man became dead weight as the sedating venom of Philippe's saliva mixed with the blood in the man's veins and immobilized him. Philippe's dick hardened, lengthened and thickened in response to the semen Philippe had imbibed and the blood he was sucking. The transformation was slow, because the man wasn't young, but any capture of vital body fluids was a fine snack for Philippe. Philippe's cock quickly shredded the aging tissue of the older man's anal canal, and he was ruptured and his life blood and fluids were draining out of him, bathing Philippe's cock and balls, within moments.
The younger man, under all of this weight was screaming and pushing, but getting nowhere. His mouth was open wide in his expressions of displeasure, and Philippe took his mouth from the side of the older man's neck and brutally pushed his lips and tongue in the younger man's mouth, swabbing his mouth with his venom-laden saliva.
When the younger man had quieted down, Philippe stood up, lifted the body of the older man, and discarded it off to the side. Then he sat back down straddling the lounge, his thighs under the buttocks of the younger man, tilting the man's pelvis up to him. Philippe's twelve-incher flopped down on the younger man's groin.
The younger man was still showing concern in his eyes, but he lay quite still, watching what was happening, fearing the worst, but not know really what the worst was.
Where to begin? Where to begin?
First thing, was that eight inches of Philippe's cock, about where the older man had left off, went up the younger man's ass passage. A good four inches were left outside, in waiting. The younger man's cock began to harden again in response.
Philippe wound his left arm under the small of the younger man's back and raised him a bit. This brought the man's left arm up so that Philippe could grasp it and bury his face in the crook of the arm. His lips felt for the throb of a major vein, and he sank his teeth into it and drank. The young man watched him in silence; only his eyes showing any sign of response.
When that vein collapsed, Philippe moved to each nipple, in turn, and dug his teeth in around the aureole and suckled as much as much blood out of those as he could get. Both he and the young man were moaning and sighing quietly. The young man's eyes were not as clouded now. He seemed to recognize now that Philippe was making ultimate love to him. Far better love than his old sugar daddy could give him. And Philippe was turning into a young, handsome, cut, stud before the young man's eyes. And his cock. That monster cock. The young man could certainly feel that this was the fuck of his life. As Philippe transferred the young man's strength and virility, his cock had thickened and lengthened so that there were ten inches in the young man, with four still in reserve.
Philippe laid the young man back down and then stroked the man's cock to the point of ejaculation. At that point, Philippe lifted the young man's pelvis to his mouth, pulling his cock out of the man in the process, and just drank in the semen that the young man produced. Philippe skewered him again, rising to eleven and a half inches, with the same four inches still in reserve.
He reached for the man's right leg and brought the hollow of the leg, behind the knee to his mouth and found and pierced the major vein there. Thirteen inches in and the young man's eyes were beginning to dim. His body involuntarily jerked at fourteen inches, and blood began to flow over Philippe's encased cock. Philippe dropped the drained leg and pulled the torso of the young man up to him. As he took the young man's lips in his for one final kiss, he pressed a strong hand at the base of the young man's tail bone and pulled his disintegrating ass canal toward him, taking in the four inch slack and two more inches the cock had grown in appreciation of the blood bath and shot his seed deep inside the swimmer's lithe body.
When all was quiet, and the vital body fluids had stopped flowing, and Philippe's heart had stopped racing, he withdrew from the young man and stood. He stripped off his cape and the leather pants, dove neatly into the pool, and quickly worked off twenty laps of championship-form breaststroke. He'd never learned to swim.
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