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When the Jazzman Sings

Because of a deathbed promise to his father, Elijah Peck reluctantly left his friends and successful career in Bridgeport to return to Willowby, Connecticut, the small town of his upbringing, in order to run the antique shop that had been in his family for generations. Now, in just the span of two years, Eli has morphed into a social recluse, isolated in what he believes is a stuffy, suffocating nowheresville. With no thriving gay community at his disposal, and with his entire existence wrapped around the store he never really wanted, Eli's devoted little time to his personal needs. As a result, instead of acting like a man in his mid-thirties, living out his own dreams, maybe even finding love with the right guy, he often feels like just another item in his shop -- a dusty, moldy antique that has seen better days.<br><br>But all that starts to change when a stranger moves to Willowby.<br><br>One night outside his shop, Eli has a chance encounter with Neville "Gray" Grayson, a wickedly handsome musician who's purposely left the bustle of New York City in favor of quiet country living. Eli is instantly drawn to Gray, and the flirtatious jazzman stirs dormant feelings inside Eli, reinvigorating his hopes for a brighter future. Not only does Gray make Eli feel attractive for the first time in years, but also makes him appreciate small-town life in a way he never has before. And Eli can't help but wonder if Gray's presence also offers the promise of finding much-needed companionship, sexual fulfillment, and perhaps even love ...

Karma Eastwick · LGBT+
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33 Chs

Chapter 24

He entered me slowly, yet forcefully, pushing past my sphincter muscle to fill me with several inches of his shaft. He didn’t thrust forward, but held steady, allowing me to adjust to him. I winced until the ache subsided, and when it did, when my muscles clenched around his thick pole and my own shaft throbbed against my fingers, I opened my eyes and nodded almost maniacally.

“Fuck me! Fuck my ass!”

Groaning his own satisfaction, he plunged forward until his fat balls ground against my ass cheeks. He slid out almost to the crown, then pressed forward until his entire erection once again claimed me.

“Feel it, Eli. Feel my prick inside you. You want me to keep going? Huh? Tell me?”

“God, yes, give me that huge dick!”

Gray granted my wish, quickly maintaining a sure and steady rhythm to massage my invigorated prostate. To add to the wonderful sensations rushing through my body, he bent forward and licked my nipples, leaving them plump and peaked.