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

“That’s it,” Christian grunted. “Enjoy your body.”


Alexander didn’t need to be told. His breathing was now deep and fast. He could barely keep his eyes open, which wasn’t a problem. When they were closed the sensations he was experiencing seemed to double, treble, in intensity. Christian’s cock felt as though it were pushing right through the very centre of his soul, but he wanted more. He wanted Christian to merge with him, to truly be a part of him. He opened his eyes for a moment and for a split second he thought his wish had come true. In that one glimpse of their naked bodies, it looked as if Christian’s torso had become attached to his groin. Christian’s legs and feet had disappeared and all that was left was a chest, a head, and two arms.


When he looked again the illusion had faded.


“I’m going to cum,” said Christian.


Chapter 37