Emile watched them from the shadows in the pale moonlight. He had driven the limo slowly and sedately up St. Charles Street in New Orleans' fashionable Garden District, past majestic Second Empire Victorian houses. He looked for addresses as he glided down the tree-lined street in the dark of the night and eventually found the one he sought. Following the deeper shadows, he had moved around to the rear garden of the house to where he could see the moonlight dancing on the surface of a swimming p
Years and then more than a decade went by with nothing much happening in Emile LaCour's rotting plantation house on the Mississippi beyond the dust accumulating and the oaken walls drying out and spitting. Gage Angle still held his mentor and tormentor in his bed chamber on the second floor of the mansion, shackled to his bed, and rejuvenating himself only when Gage brought him young men to feed on. And Gage did this as rarely as possible.
Gage wasn't Emile. He grew tired of the k
Emile had just been renewed, and he was back outside a gay bar on Bourbon Street at 2 A.M. during Mardi Gras, not a bit out of place draped in his black silk cape, watching the entrance to the bar. He only had four days to pull this plan off. But if he did, he would be solving two problems. He was on entirely new territory, however; he had never tried anything like this in his entire 462 years. But he was getting desperate on two counts. He needed help maintaining his affairs and he needed someo
"Baby, can you help me to the bathroom?" Ben asked, his voice sounding urgent.
Benji lifted his head from Ben's chest and opened his eyes halfway. "Hm?"
Ben couldn't help but smile. His boy's hair was all mussed up and he had a little string of drool dripping from his mouth. So stinking cute.
"I fucking love you, baby," Ben said with a chuckle. "And I'd love to lounge around with you a while longer, but I'm about to piss the bed."
Ben flexed his right arm at the elbow, glad to finally have the cast gone. He was over the moon at being able to use both of his hands now. He was finally back to work, driving a truck at Ace. Even though he was temporarily off the rotation for long hauls, that was fine with Ben. He could do the local transports just fine, and it kept him home with Benji. All was right in the universe as far as he was concerned.
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon and he had arranged for Lonnie to t
I was thinking about coming over, maybe tonight if you want.
I would show up after dark, and you would buzz me in. Your door is cracked open, and I would come inside and close it behind me. Of course it's pitch black inside. I take off my shirt, and pull off my pants while facing the door. You then would come up behind me and push me up against the door for inspection. You would grab my ass, massaging it for a moment, then grab around me and squeeze my nipples, then reach around m
"Where are we going?" Lonnie asked as Brandon missed their turn. Ricky squirmed in his lap, trying to look out the window. "And why did you bring Ricky?"
Brandon cut his eyes over at his little man, before turning his attention back to the road. "It's a surprise."
"Oh. I like surprises," Lonnie grinned as he looked up and down the street, trying to figure out their destination.
Brandon seemed a little nervous to Lonnie, which ma
Brandon slumped back with a groan. "God damn, you know how to suck cock."
Lonnie raised his head from Brandon's lap and made a show of swallowing the remainder of Brandon's load. "I love sucking you."
"That fucking mouth of yours is gonna give me a fucking heart attack."
Lonnie snickered, then planted a kiss on the end of Brandon's cock. He let it fall and it slapped heavily against Brandon's thigh, totally sated. Lonnie smiled,
"Ben. You have to let me help you," Benji said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible.
"I can do it by my fucking self," Ben groused, shoving Benji's hand away with his shoulder, trying to push him out of the master bath with his bigger body. "Give me a minute of peace, for Christ's sake."
Benji let out a deep sigh. "Ben. I know you don't like it, but we're partners. If you can't rely on me to take care of you, then what kind of relationship is this?"
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