Because of a deathbed promise to his father, Elijah Peck reluctantly left his friends and successful career in Bridgeport to return to Willowby, Connecticut, the small town of his upbringing, in order to run the antique shop that had been in his family for generations. Now, in just the span of two years, Eli has morphed into a social recluse, isolated in what he believes is a stuffy, suffocating nowheresville. With no thriving gay community at his disposal, and with his entire existence wrapped around the store he never really wanted, Eli's devoted little time to his personal needs. As a result, instead of acting like a man in his mid-thirties, living out his own dreams, maybe even finding love with the right guy, he often feels like just another item in his shop -- a dusty, moldy antique that has seen better days.<br><br>But all that starts to change when a stranger moves to Willowby.<br><br>One night outside his shop, Eli has a chance encounter with Neville "Gray" Grayson, a wickedly handsome musician who's purposely left the bustle of New York City in favor of quiet country living. Eli is instantly drawn to Gray, and the flirtatious jazzman stirs dormant feelings inside Eli, reinvigorating his hopes for a brighter future. Not only does Gray make Eli feel attractive for the first time in years, but also makes him appreciate small-town life in a way he never has before. And Eli can't help but wonder if Gray's presence also offers the promise of finding much-needed companionship, sexual fulfillment, and perhaps even love ...

When the Jazzman Sings

“Oh, y-yeah…I fucked myself with my f-fingers…while at the same time, I squeezed my cock tight in my free hand, wondering what it would feel like crammed into your shapely ass…”


He slid a finger into my hole, then a second finger followed, while his lips simultaneously constricted around my shaft, replicating the wonderful sensations I’d described. I gasped for air, clung onto Gray’s shoulders for dear life, and shook myself back to the moment even as I felt another toothy warning from him. I knew I couldn’t take much more of this glorious torture or I’d go insane with lust. Then, all at once, I remembered my place in the narrative, and realized to my relief that I didn’t have to endure it much longer.


“A-and that’s when I-I came…shot my hot jizz over my chest and belly…imagining it was yours and I-I wanted…wanted so goddamned badly to…to…”


Gray slid off my cock. “To what, Eli? To what?”


“To lick up every drop of your fucking cum.”


Chapter 22