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

Yet that night had ended on a bitterly sour note. A tragic finale to a passionate and beautiful encounter. I certainly didn’t want that to happen here. Yet with Arturo working my shaft with his greedy mouth, I could very well climax soon, as Gregor had done, repeating the pattern from that evening all those centuries ago.


But unlike my ancestor, this wasn’t my first sexual encounter with a man. Over the course of the past week, Skylar had performed fellatio on me countless times and with adept skill, and I now had enough experience that I could hold back my orgasm when I focused on anything besides the handsome face at my groin. So, wanting to break the cycle, to make this event entirely ours and not have our lovemaking become an exact duplication of Arturo’s night with his ancient lovers, I managed to squelch the urge to shoot.


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