James Duran no longer fits in the world. At forty-five years old, his wife has left him, and his job as a pre-press technician was not just downsized, it was completely eliminated.<br><br>With no reason to stay in the world, James makes plans to jump in front of the train that took him to work every day for twenty-five years. But before he does, he’s finally going to introduce himself to the stranger who takes the same train. The stranger who has gorgeous eyes and a wonderful smile.<br><br>A stranger who can make the world fit James Duran again.

The Obsolete Man

Chad gripped the back of James’s skull, his fingers flexing with each breath he took. James loved the additional weight of his hand, the pressure of his fingers, the subtle way he guided James’s mouth along his legs and groin, closer and closer to his waiting cock. But he didn’t need any encouragement to mouth a path from the nest of tight curls up to the crown of his cock.


“God, James…your mouth feels better than I imagined.”


The comment startled him into looking up. “You imagined me?”


“I noticed,” Chad promised. “Every day. I even noticed when you stopped smiling.”


James blinked. He didn’t know what to do with that. A part of him was inordinately pleased to know that Chad had even been aware of his existence. Another part of him was just sad—a stranger could take the time to notice him, but not his wife or his friends or his coworkers.


Chapter 4