Tyler Thomas is black and he’s gay. He’s also a twenty-six year old art teacher living in the small town of Divine Springs, LA. His life is okay, but just that, okay. All he would really like is a relationship instead of drifting from one guy to another; he’s fed up of the number of married men that keep coming on to him, all denying their true sexuality. His only physical relief comes from a student at the college where he teaches, but that is always in secret.
His superior, Jack Gold thinks he knows what is going on with the student, but, unable to prove anything, he decides to make Tyler’s life as awkward as possible.
Is Tyler’s life about to change when Jeffrey bumps into him, literally, in the local café? They know they have seen each other somewhere before, but struggle to remember where, at first. Could this be the start of something for both of them? This 5400 word story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18.
Excerpt:
Tyler set up his easel, and arranged Jeffrey in various poses on the couch, until they were both satisfied that the end result would work. Tyler sketched away for a while, his brows furrowed with concentration, and making sure that he had the shadows and proportions just right. There was some soft rock playing in the background, which Tyler always felt helped him to get in the right frame of mind.
Jeffrey kept up an endless stream of inane chatter and Tyler was so caught up in his work, that he actually had no idea that this guy was coming on to him. It was only when he moved onto sketching the genital area that he noticed Jeffrey was semi-erect, and that was when his mind switched from ‘teacher,’ to ‘potential lover.’ He was still not sure whether Jeffrey was just reacting to being nude, or whether he could take this a little bit further.
Jeffrey sat on the couch thinking, for God’s sake, what do I have to do to get you to notice me? Start stroking myself?
Tyler was suddenly aware of an almost electrical charge in the atmosphere then, and knew that Jeffrey wanted him. He fixed his gaze on Jeffrey’s dick, which grew under his scrutiny. Almost without realizing it, Tyler had walked over to Jeffrey.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asked, dropping to his knees at the side of the couch, and cupping his hand around Jeffrey’s balls.
“Yes, please,” Jeffrey whispered. “I’ve wanted it since I first saw you.”
