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

James wrapped his arms around Chad, holding him tightly, encouraging him to continue the exploration of his mouth. Chad still gripped their cocks together, and they seemed to be pulsing in time. That steady rhythm spread through Chad’s body, and he even felt it pounding a tattoo behind his eyes. He seemed to be completely in tune with James, with the rhythms and motions of his body.


Chad lifted his head long enough to lick his fingers, then pushed his hand between James’s thighs. He sought out James’s hole, and the lube that was still on his skin reacted to his wet fingers. He pushed two into James’s channel without any effort at all, his muscles eagerly wrapping around Chad’s digits.


“You haven’t been fucked in a long time, have you?”


“I can tell.” He pulled his fingers out to the first knuckle, then pushed forward, burying them in his channel once again. “Do you want me to fuck you now?”


Chapter 8