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

“I thought there might be an unwritten law in the gay community, so I studied up long ago.”


His laughter rang through the apartment. “Afraid of a homo-initiation quiz, were you?”


Gray returned to the piano a moment later, tearing open a condom packet with his teeth.


I focused my attention on the exquisite penis bobbing inches before my eyes. The foreskin had stretched back, allowing the damp, purple head to peer out at me with its slitted eye. “The same reason I studied up on this…”


I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around his shaft and flicking my tongue over and around his crown. Gasping, he clutched my head and started fucking my mouth, allowing me to display my own deep-throating proficiency.


“Fuck, Eli, you’d definitely pass thistest…and with flying colors. Shit, you area prized pupil.”


Chapter 29