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

“Oh, please, Sky. Damn it. I was close…so fucking close. And so were you…I could sense it…” Even as I looked back at the cock in my hand, I saw that tasty crystalline nectar oozing from the head and running down the shaft to baptize my fingers. “Oh, please, let me shoot…let me make you come. I’ve waited a whole fucking week to eat your load again.”


He placed his lips against the base of my erection. A combination growl-chuckle reverberated from deep within his chest and into his mouth, vibrated through my quivering shaft. “Calm down, lover. I’ll get you there. Just have patience.” He kissed the tip of my cock and flicked his tongue over the slit, lapping up a bead of fresh juice. And his hot breath bathed my sensitive flesh, which drove me wild. “Yes, patience.”


“But patience has…has never been one of my…my greatest virtues.”


“Trust me. I want your climax—ourclimaxes—to be spectacular. I want us to unload buckets for each other.”


Chapter 27