This is the final chapter of Dover, the first book. To my loyal readers, my friends, I offer this bit to you and hope you find it satisfying. To let you know, I have not decided as of yet if I will be posting the rest of the story on the site, the other books. I do hope you enjoy this and thank you for staying the course with me through this journey. This has always been the love of my life and I have enjoyed sharing it with you.
An "art piece": Banished to a Black Forest hunting lodge in the early twentieth-century, an aging German industrialist suffers overwhelming guilt at having sacrificing a flamboyant lover when young for a comfortable, but sterile life.
With my assistance Rusty stepped out of his Levis and stood quietly in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of black bikini briefs. I quickly hooked my thumbs in the sides of his bikini briefs and started to pull them down and off.
The journey continues - The Captain guided him to the bed then took off his own clothes. Naked, Thomas saw the Captain was already hard, his cock up and leaking. He moved up to the middle of the bed letting the Captain climb up between his legs.
Just imagine an idea, the idea, was dangling, right there, in midst of every one, the entire time. Imagine the unlimited potential explosive eruptions from its unveiled unleashing. Read on to see what might have brought about this idea to its fruition. This man, Mr. Burns, was inspired, maybe, you, the reader, will be, too.