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

I recognized Novak’s unmistakably captivating visage and lean, well-developed physique in each of the paintings. He had captured to perfection the spark in his ebony eyes, his full lips and regal nose, along with exceptionally detailed replicas of his torso, buttocks and limbs. And I instantly identified his genitals—the darker foreskin and blood-engorged crown, the network of purple-red veins decorating the hard shaft, the plump and furry balls—seeing as how closely I had studied them in the flesh, memorized them, during our lovemaking sessions. The art nearest the door seemed to be all self-portraits, but the farther I ventured into the room, I noticed how the paintings began to depict other men along with the artist.


Chapter 34