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

He felt the man’s hands on his legs, tearing at the fabric. He knew exactly what the man wanted, but he didn’t want someone he’d only glimpsed at touching his cock. It was too important an organ for him to let just anyone play with it.


But the man was persistent, impatiently clawing and scratching at his trousers. In the end, to keep the situation calm, he relented. He undid the belt on his trousers and slid them and his underpants down. The man’s hand was on his erection like a seagull on a chip. He couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy the mutual masturbation, but it would have been good to have a bit more light than the dull luminescence given off by the vegetation.


They sat side by side, working each other’s erections. Every now and again the man wiped the palm of his hand over the top of his cock and smeared the collected lubrication over Alexander’s cock. Alexander had to admit that it made the hand job much smoother and more enjoyable.


Chapter 30