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

He turned to the dresser and opened the top drawer, where he produced a condom packet. He started to sheath his erection while moving back to the bed.


“No, please,” I whispered, my voice gravelly with passion. “Not yet. Let me taste it. Please. Let me suck that big dick.”


He paused for a moment, that dimpled smile overtaking his face. “All right, all right…by telling me that sexy story and feeding me that delicious load, you’ve earned it.”


He sidled to the foot of the bed, then knelt on the mattress and crawled forward to straddle my chest. As if in slow motion, he brought his dick closer and closer, inch by inch, to my outstretched tongue. Consumed with prurient longing, impatient for my first taste of a cock in way too many lonely and horny months, I rose up onto my elbows and took him into my mouth.


Chapter 23