Chapter 15

Fireflies spun around his nakedness, not that the interloper seemed to mind. The man named Christopher walked from one flower to the next, smelling them, leaving them be, perhaps enjoying their scents. Wind broke over the lake and blew through the man’s dark hair, waving lengths along his rounded ears. Bay peered at Christopher’s profile, taking in his hard nipples, pumped pecs, rolls of inflated abs, and bulbous bottom. In the offered shadows of the evening, Bay guessed the man’s private part no less than six inches long, soft. The man’s ball sack hung behind the dick, drooping like a bunch of weighty plums from a strong branch.

“Gorgeous,” Bay whispered, pushing away the growing erection between his legs concealed by denim jeans. “Simply beautiful.”

Never had he seen such a handsome man on his property. Not the sexy and alluring FedEx man. Not the two young men from the Church of Latter-day Saints. And not Sam Needle when he visited. Never.