Josh, a lonely trapeze artist, thinks he’s cursed. It’s an old family superstition. He can’t have sex on a day he flies or he’ll fall. Maybe that’s why he’s never had a steady boyfriend, though sometimes he dreams of one. In his show, a strange melody plays in the background. It follows him and surfaces from time to time on the street. When Josh’s uncle hears about the music, he tells his nephew to bring the old ring, passed down from generations since the time of the curse. Steve is a realtor who always reaches his goals, in sales or otherwise, and he moonlights as a dancer in an all-male review on The Strip. All his friends his age are married, and his best friend’s wife Genie wants to see him hitched, too. He’s a little bit challenged in the relationship department, though. He has some growing up to do, or maybe it’s his problem in bed, where he’s somewhat one-sided. Steve and Josh meet one crazy night when Josh breaks all the rules used to protect him from the curse. After that, he runs. If it wasn’t for Genie’s matchmaking, Josh and Steve might never see each other again. Though not yet ready for a boyfriend, Josh does need a realtor. What a good way for he and Steve to get to know each other, while Josh works up the courage to tell Steve about the curse. Still unaware of Josh’s problem, Steve falls in love with him. When Steve finds out about the curse thing, it’s a big disappointment, but he wants Josh anyway. There’s no doubt Josh is worth the wait. Maybe the curse isn’t real after all. Can lonely Josh overcome his fear of it? Can horndog Steve handle a curse? Is the answer in the ancient ring?

The Curse of Flight

Then Steve reached around Josh’s waist and grabbed his ass like he owned it. “Is everything okay down there? Tell me if it’s ever too much.”


“Don’t worry. I would let you know. I don’t need an invitation.”


He tried to keep his hand on its little shelf, but Steve brushed it off and held the wrist. Tension grew in their grasp, not to the level of an arm wrestle but in that direction until it came to a stalemate. Steve let go, got out, and grabbed a towel.


Josh turned off the water. He opened the curtain wide and stood dripping. “I want it all. I want you the way you had me.”


Only one towel between them, Steve patted him dry, starting with the chest. Josh almost took the towel away from him but waited. He liked the touch.


“There was more to it than that.” It wasn’t just fucking. “You love me. You said so.”


Steve worked his way down Josh’s torso to the legs. “But you do want to fuck me.”


Chapter 50