Chapter 1
“Oh, yes!” Bobby Michaels kissed the handsome man, pinning him underneath him on a bed. Swirling tongues, grinding cock to cock, Bobby felt the sensation to climax building. He was close and they weren’t even making love yet. The scent of his skin, the taste of his lips, the softness of his chocolate brown hair contrasting the tautness of his body… Smooth skin, long lean legs, tight flat abs… he was his ideal man. He parted from the breathless kiss to stare at his face. Bobby couldn’t get over how gorgeous this man was. He’d been on his own for a while, working hard, and now, finally, he had met his perfect mate. He reached between the man’s legs and held his cock. It too was ideal. Circumcised, straight, long, and pink, with tight balls and perfectly groomed pubic hair. “Oh, my God. I’m so horny I’m about to come!” “Me too. You’re amazing!” Bobby went back for more kisses and rolled the man over, so his lover was on top. He spread his legs, bent his knees, and just as he anticipated anal penetration, a strange noise distracted him. Beep! Beep! He became confused and thought it may be the noise of a truck reversing on the street outside his home. As he was about to ask the handsome man something, Bobby opened his eyes.
Beep! Beep! He sat up in his bed and pushed the button on his alarm clock. It was set for seven. Bobby came around from a deep sleep and dream, yawning and running his hand over his hair. He gathered his thoughts, then sat up, hanging his legs over the side of his bed. In his mind he went over the day ahead, his schedule, his production meetings, and his to-do list. He climbed out of bed and entered the bathroom. After turning on a light, Bobby gazed at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, his brown hair and eyes. He was forty, but kept fit, did a little Botox and hair color on the sly, and although he hadn’t found Mr Right, he had his career, which he loved. Brushing his teeth, Bobby felt a vague pang of something. Something in his subconscious, like an unpaid bill or a missed dental cleaning. But he was a fastidious man and hadn’t forgotten either of those things. Rinsing his mouth, Bobby stepped into the shower and figured he could grab coffee and a bagel on his way to the studio.
