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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.
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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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