Nicholas and LaCroix are at it again. Remember to sit in the back
row of the theater. You
never know who may show up to add to the entertainment. -gail
TREKKINN@AOL.COM
LaCroix was silently watching Nick from the skylight above. "Pathetic."
He thought to
himself. "He even goes to the movies alone. Well.
I think the boy could use a little company."
LaCroix fly off into the night, and Nick left for the theater.
Nick paid for his ticket and strolled into the old theater. It
was empty. "I'm not surprised," he
thought, "It's the middle of the week." He flopped down
in the corner of the back row <sans
Popcorn> and watched two more souls drift in and sit in the front row.
Twenty-seven previews
later the credits began to roll.
A tall figure saunterd into the theater, long black coat, black slacks,
black shirt, black shoes,
black mood. He perused the room and drifted over to the
corner of the back row and
proceeded to plop down next to Nick, <sans soda and popcorn>.
"What the hell are you doing here?" "SSHHHH...Nicholas.
You wouldn't want to disturb the
patrons. I thought you could use a bit of ...company. Relax."
Nick sat back in his seat with an
annoyed sigh. LaCroix made himself at home just in time to watch
the living dead begin to turn
the humans on the screen into midnight snacks. "MMMMM..."
LaCroix thought. "How tasty."
LaCroix was sitting on Nick's left side. Nick suddenly felt LaCroix's
hand reach over and
stroke the left side of his neck very gently. The hand moved
to the back of his neck and slowly
played with the thick blond curls. Nick didn't move. He
simply kept his eyes on the screen.
LaCroix took that as an "OK for lift-off" signal and proceeded to take
said right hand and move
it down to the zipper of Nick's pants. To LaCroix's ever increasing
satisfaction his son was
already hard. Nick still kept his eyes on the screen. LaCroix
slowly pulled the zipper down and
opened the snap of his lovey offspring's jeans. "How nice."
LaCroix thought. "No underwear.
How convenient..." as Nick's healthy erection sprang out to meet
the waiting hand. <Eyes still
on the screen> Nick's hands were clutching the arms of his seat.
Then LaCroix removed his hand and sat back. Nick held his breath
and waited. It was time to
take a bit of a risk. LaCroix leaned forward and turned to face
his son. Nick did not move.
LaCroix firmly took Nick's lovely hard cock in his left hand
and stroked him slowly, while at
the same time inclining his head down to the left side of his son's
neck... licking and nipping at his
offspring's throat and shoulder. Nick could no longer take it,and
he closed his eyes and tilted his
head to the right to allow easy access. A long low moan escaped
Nick's lips as LaCroix's hand
expertly masterbated him into a frenzy. LaCroix felt Nick's entire
body begin to tense. Nick
was going to come, and nothing was going to stop him. LaCroix
looked into his son's beautiful
face, that incredible moment of ecstasy making Nicholas glow,
and he put his right wrist up to
his son's mouth. Nick let out a low deep growl and plunged his
aching fangs into LaCroix's
wrist, holding his master's arm to his mouth with vampire strength.
At the same moment he
came in a torrent all over LaCroix's hand and on himself, drinking
in deep gulps until the
orgasm subsided.
LaCroix silently removed a handkerchief from his pocket, and proceeded
to wipe himself and
his son clean. Nick still hadn't recovered from his little death.
LaCroix turned to Nick and
whispered in his left ear.."I really should come to the movies more
often mon fil. The snack
food is so delicious." With that LaCroix was gone. "OH
SHIT." Nick said to himself. "I've
missed the best part of the movie. I'll just have to come back
and see it again, and again, and
again." He smiled to himself, zipped and snapped
his jeans, got up, and went home.
I realize now that my obsession is my best quality. -gail-