Discovering Desires:Erotic Adventures by Callahan Harley

Author:Callahan, Harley [Callahan, Harley]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Winslivia
Published: 2013-10-01T21:00:00+00:00

The Lake House

Seven steps led me down to a putting-green-perfect spit of lawn above the dock. Five more steps toward the water and I was on the dock itself, headed for the teak lounger. Anticipating another lazy crimson sunset and a little snooze (I was tipsy from my second gin and grapefruit), the only sounds I recognized were a motor boat across the lake and a cackling Great Blue Heron on the bank.

“Just like the noise machine at Joey’s studio. This’ll work,” I informed the bird as I set my third drink onto the folding teak side table. Easing my lazy body onto the cushion I relaxed, remembering the last time Joey had his hands on my body. As the best massage therapist in town, I took advantage of his talents at least once a month. He knew my body better than any man with whom I’ve spent more than a few intimate weeks. Joey is gay, so he doesn’t know my secret parts, but he and his almond lotion make love to my every muscle and tendon for a luscious eighty minutes.

“Not too bad. Not my house, but I could get used to this. How’s the fishing?” I asked my aviatric friend. Great Blues always reminded me of wizened old men, and I couldn’t very well call them geriatric -- hence the newfound adjective. English is an evolving language and occasionally I added to it in my own way.

I was housesitting a two-story cedar-sided storm-weathered structure on Lake Lee in middle Georgia. My friends Charles and Andrew bought it from their cousins who had been co-owners under the 80-year-old family trust.

Charles and Andrew are brothers, born in Savannah, and the only remaining family members of a multi-generational ownership arrangement that had served the extended family well. With the sale, they became the sole proprietors and intended to spend a lot more time here than in years past. But the house needed extensive updating, especially the ancient wiring.

While Charles and Andrew were in Italy with their families, I agreed to stay at the house to allow the contractors uninterrupted access. I needed some time off, and besides, I wanted to check out some of the larger homes on the lake as well as the marina for possible wedding sites. As it turned out, it was a working vacation with benefits.

On my third afternoon at the lake, I was thrilled to discover the espresso machine behind a small sliding door on the kitchen counter. Preoccupied with preparing my beloved caffeine jolt, I was startled by a clearing throat noise just above my head. I bumped my head on the edge of the upper cabinet.

“Yow!”

“Oh, are you okay? Sorry. Didn’t mean to make you jump.”

“You – what? Oh, are you Eric? You’re two days late,” I growled. Not only had my anticipated coffee bliss been interrupted but my head was pounding.

Rubbing my growing lump, I glared into blue-gray eyes which belonged to this stranger who was reaching out to touch the crown of my head.

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