It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from Reflections of Cypress, Love’s Journeys #2.
Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
Just as I was turning to hit the shower, he appeared. Donvino, he of the biceps and thighs and sparkling eyes. He was dressed similarly to yesterday, different tank top and shorts, both tight as a second skin. His ass was total perfection. Drool dribbled out of the lefthand corner of my mouth as he silently made his way to the old mossy door, unlocked it, and passed through.
Suddenly uncaring if I ate or not, I rushed to the shower, groaning a bit as I went. I wasted no time washing. Who knew how long the man of my dreams would be swimming. Seeing him leave the water all soaking wet and lick-able would fill up my spank bank account for weeks. I did work a dollop of product into my hair. Just because. Then I streaked into my room, naked, pulled on a pink thong, short shorts of pale pink, a super cute rose-toned hoodie from an Etsy store that had a teddy bear on the front and read ‘Squeeze Me’ and that was it. I hurried down the stairs, barefooted, streaking past the dining room, then out the wide doors to the rear of the villa. The grass was soft and thick with dew. I could not wait to meet up with him again.
Being a slim, fashionable queer fellow who drew the unwanted attention of hateful gorillas I could sprint really well. Marathons no, but a short sprint to reach a safe place, I could totally do that. Sofia flew out of one of the low bushes, startling me and making me do a fancy jig to avoid stepping on her.
“No time for belly rubs!” I shouted over my shoulder. The cat began following me. That made me smile. I looked ahead just in time to avid slamming into the stone wall that cradled the doorway. Once I passed through I was in another world, or so it seemed. The river was right there. Like right there, as was the dock. And, crushingly, no Donvino. “Damn it,” I spat, stamped a foot, and then looked up-river for a man swimming. What I saw was a man in a boat. No, not a boat, a scull, the dark blue one that I’d spied from my patio. And rowing that scull was Donvino. I sat down on the dock, crossed my legs, and enjoyed the roll of the water under me as I waited for Donvino to make his laps or whatever row people called them. Sofia appeared on my right, her gray tail in the air, her white whiskers tickling my kneecap.
“He’ll be back soon,” I excitedly told her as I ran my hand down her back.
That, it seemed, turned out to be a lie. Donvino was gone two damned hours. Two hours. What the absolute hell?! Had the man rowed to Rome?!
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