In the quaint, sleepy college town of Huntsville, history has an eerie way of repeating itself generation after generation ... When in-the-closet college student Matthew Rhodes arrives at the old building in the town's historical district, little does he realize his life is about to take a sudden and dramatic turn. He is certainly prepared to earn extra income by posing nude for erotica artist Skylar Novak, and definitely anxious to discover if the sexy and reclusive man has an interest in him other than one of an artistic nature. But things get complicated when Matthew meets a handsome stranger lurking outside the artist's door. A stranger who has a sudden and compelling effect on him before disappearing in the blink of an eye. Matthew and Skylar quickly discover they share both an uncontrollable and supernatural bond with each other, leading to a red-hot and steamy affair, but they also realize they are mysteriously linked to the stranger. Is he even a man at all, or could he be an entity from another plane of existence with lecherous designs of his own? And could his connection to Matthew and Skylar have historical significance, involving an elaborate and desperate plan that has miserably failed every generation for centuries? Before the situation can drive him insane, Matthew is determined to open his mind to new possibilities and learn the whole truth. But in doing so, will his burgeoning love and unquenchable sexual appetite for Skylar, the man of his dreams, suffer in the process? Or will his actions secure their love for eternity?

Art for Art's Sake

Novak wedged his left hand under the right leg of my jogging shorts, then into my jock strap, and fished out my cock. “This is what I’ve wanted to hold all week, Matthew,” he said, stroking me and kissing his way down my belly. “Your photographs are excellent, but they are certainly no substitute for the real thing.”


When he landed on his knees, he brought my dick close to his face and tugged the foreskin upward. He dipped his tongue into the crater of flesh he’d created, tickling my knob hidden below. I could feel the pre-cum already leaking from my slit, and he lapped it up and groaned his gratification.


I started to kick off my sneakers, picturing us once again going at it like sex-starved maniacs on the carpeting a few feet away.


Chapter 24