Change comes to all of us. For Theo Bascopolis, the first time is when he's fifteen. He finds his life falling apart when his father discovers Theo is gay and orders him to become straight or leave. Having no choice, in spite of what his father might think, Theo leaves. But where can a fifteen-year-old go? Especially when it starts to rain. He thinks things are looking up when he meets a striking man named Franky, who seems very attracted to him. However, once again Theo's life changes when he learns all Franky wants is for him to hustle. And so Theo becomes the rent boy Sweetcheeks. However, Franky underestimates Sweetcheeks, and the results of the ensuing fight sees Sweetcheeks fleeing to Washington DC, where he crosses paths with a group of rent boys who take him in. Finally Sweetcheeks has a family, a home, and an additional source of income in the form of apartments they're able to rent out. His life changes again a few years later when a mysterious tenant by the name of Mark Vincent becomes the reason behind the assault on one of Sweetcheeks's boys. Vincent visits the boy in the hospital, bringing with him his equally enigmatic trainee, William Matheson. The instant attraction blindsides Sweetcheeks. In spite of knowing love isn't for rent boys, he hopes Matheson can see beyond the body he's offered to so many. But Matheson has secrets of his own. Can Sweetcheeks overcome his insecurities enough to believe in the quiet man who's come into his life? Can Matheson keep his actual occupation a secret without it jeopardizing their budding relationship?

Pick Up the Pieces

“Oh, no, tough guy.” I caught his arm and pulled him back. “I’ve been fantasizing about having sex with you since you walked into the emergency department behind Vince, and you in my ass is only slightly better than me in your ass. Get on the bed, baby. We’re gonna rock and roll.”


His eyes brightened, and his erection, which had started to deflate, swelled to full, glorious tumescence. He pulled the spread and sheets back with an economy of motion and climbed on my bed, positioning himself on his hands and knees.


It took a second for me to catch my breath. His ass cheeks, pale and almost hairless, were so taut I was tempted to sink my teeth into them. Their perfection was marred by that scar, but I dismissed it, having too much else to admire, such as his balls, which hung high and tight between his thighs.


Chapter 51