Laurence and Eduardo have been lovers for ten wonderful years, but in the past few months Eduardo has become distant. Still madly in love with his Brazilian hunk, Laurence tries everything he can think of to win Eduardo back. When he catches Eduardo being unfaithful with one of the young servants, Laurence’s world is turned upside down. An argument ensues and Eduardo disappears during the night.<br><br>On his own for the first time in his life, Laurence decides to escape his memories of Eduardo by visiting Paris indefinitely. He stays at the new, opulent Hotel Regina where he meets Brenton, a fellow Brit. They visit the Moulin Rouge and afterwards, Brenton takes him to a club in the backstreets of Montmatre. Le Cul Noir is a men’s club where Laurence discovers he hasn’t been as outrageous as he previously thought.<br><br>He grows to care for Brenton, but he’s surprised to find himself thinking more and more about Eduardo. He knows he can’t have them both, but does he try to forget all about the love of his life and stay in Paris? Or does he have to find the courage to say goodbye to Brenton and go in search of Eduardo -- a man who may be lost to him forever?

Erotique

His pelvis moves faster and faster against me. I take my cock in hand and start stroking it. I bring my other hand to my nipple, tweaking it. Each gentle twist, every tender pinch on that fleshy nub, sends waves of pure ecstasy rippling across my body. I begin bucking against Eduardo’s cock. I’m moaning out loud. I can’t help it. I’m lost in the warm sensations of our coupling. We’re no longer two men fucking. I’ve become my feelings. I’m sensation alone.


We’re gazing into each other’s eyes. I can see the approaching orgasm on Eduardo’s face. His expression appears to be one of agony. Of course, it isn’t. I’m wearing a similar expression, but agony is the last thing I’m experiencing. Finally, he closes his eyes. His head drops back against his shoulders. He lets out an almighty grunt, which sets me off. As he ejaculates his seed into me, I watch as my own splatters across the whipped cream, melting into the frothy white and disappearing.


Chapter 6