Alexander Monroe lives in Grasspatch, a town so small, the founders couldn’t even be bothered thinking up a proper name for it. He works at the newsagency/post office, where his duties include ordering newspapers and magazines, printing Lotto tickets, and delivering the mail. One morning he has to deliver a parcel to the mysterious Mr Christian O’Neill, who lives in an oddly-shaped mansion on the outskirts of town. Not much is known about Mr O’Neill, although there is certainly an abundance of rumours -- a faded rock star, a media-shy actor. Alexander can’t wait to find out the answers for himself. Rather than being odd, Christian turns out to be the most interesting person Alexander has ever met. In fact, he asks to come back, and with each consecutive visit, he learns more and more about Christian, and about the power of the mind and the wonders visualisation can bring. But even as Alexander learns how to get what he thinks he wants, he loses Christian. Is it too late to find him again? And if he does, will what they had still be there?

Cool Blue

Alexander watched with a sense of expectation as Christian hooked his thumbs into his underpants. Even before they had slid an inch over his milky white thighs, Alexander could feel his cock swelling within the confines of his trousers. The problem was that at any moment he was going to have to undress as well. He averted his gaze, to be polite, but found his attention drawn back to the muscular legs and torso of his unusual new friend.


He began to unbutton his shirt as Christian tossed his briefs onto the sand.


“Come on slow coach,” Christian said. “No need to be shy.”


No,thought Alexander, not when you’ve got a massive cock like that!It must have been six inches flaccid. The foreskin formed a neat hood that hung down a good centimetre over the head of his cock and his pubic hair, which was dusty blonde, had been neatly trimmed.


Chapter 6