Jimmy Fassett’s band just broke up, but then he meets Landry Flannery, a truly gifted fiddle player. It doesn't hurt that Landry's a looker and has a bold pink stripe in his hair that drives Jimmy crazy. The two men jam together in the evenings -- banjo and fiddle -- and they hit it off. Soon, Jimmy wants to turn their budding friendship into something more, but Landry keeps putting obstacles in the way and inviting more and more people over to play. That’s not what Jimmy wants, so he walks away. Fate, however, isn't done with the two men. At the end of a festival where Landry's band was the headliner, Jimmy is forced to take Landry home because he's sloppy drunk. The two men argue the next morning, and Jimmy refuses anymore contact, until Landry forces the issue. Could things work out between the two men, after all?

Drowning in Neptune's Pool

“When was the last time you were fucked, hon?” I asked as I opened the little tube of lube and squeezed some slick on my fingers.


“Months. It won’t take long to get me ready, though,” he said, panting as I breached his hole.


He was tight, but not so much that I couldn’t get two fingers in at once.


“You fuck yourself with a dildo often?” I asked, spreading my fingers and luxuriating in the groans he gave me.


“Y-yeah,” he stammered, swallowing hard and squeezing his eyes shut as I pulled out and pushed three fingers inside this time.


“Yeah, I know,” I said, smiling as I found his pleasure button and stroked it.


Landry jackknifed into a sitting position and then fell back against the sheets. “Damn it! Stop teasing and do me already!” he demanded, even as he pumped his hips against my hand.


Chapter 11