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

To the best of my ability, I pulled rein on my maturing randiness and moved on to the final painting on this side of the vast room. Once again, the picture focused on my lover and I, and the third man could be seen only from the navel downward. This canvas featured a similar scenario, but with me licking the tip of the unknown man’s erection by my lonesome and Sky bent forward with my cock buried in his mouth. Another highly sensual image. I could almost feel the lust radiating from the brilliant depiction, and feel Novak sucking me off. I could almost taste the flesh of the unseen man’s penis, and my tongue brushed over my lips, as if to better imagine its manly flavor.


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