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

Despite my climax, my cock remained stiff. Gray maneuvered me sideways so that I straddled the piano bench, then he sat on my lap, taking my erection into his ass once again. He lapped up the cum from my forehead, cheeks, and beard, then ravaged my mouth with creamy, salty kisses. I ran my hands up and down his muscular backside, giving his tight hole quick little jabs.


“Goddamn, I love being inside you,” I whispered.


“Not as much as I love it,” answered Gray. “I don’t allow just any dick up my ass, but I wanted you to fuck me. Wanted to show you just how much I truly do care for you. Is it odd I should feel such a strong connection to you so soon?”


“I’m glad,” he whispered in my ear. “Now, let’s go back to the bedroom. I need to taste every inch of my muse from head to toe.”


“You do, huh? I thought you said I’d already inspired you enough to write an entire album.”


Chapter 30