Swan: Beyond pleasure, passion and obsession, there is one enduring love…

By Kris Andersson

Tom lives with the sexually adventurous, tirelessly promiscuous Rob but everything changes the day he sees the beautiful Swan for the first time. Embarking on an intensely passionate affair, Tom is prepared to give up everything for his handsome and enigmatic young lover. But what is Swan's secret, what is the truth behind his relationship with the predatory Hugo Rothbart - and can pure, all-consuming, passionate love survive the dark forces that threaten to tear two men apart?

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: May 10, 2012
• ISBN: 9781781662540

Book preview

1988.

Chapter One

HIS name was Swan and even though I did not know that when I first saw him, it did seem entirely appropriate.

It was one of those uncomfortably sultry August days when the air seems too heavy to breathe and as lunchtime approached I was happy to leave the office for a while.

The park was dry and dusty - we hadn’t seen rain in weeks - and as I headed towards the lake my mind was filled with nothing but the desire to get away from the oppression of city life for just a few hours.

And then I noticed him, standing there, looking out across the water, undoubtedly the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

He was tall and slender, his height and slim frame accentuated by the tight white shirt - unbuttoned enough to reveal a golden fuzz of chest hair - and equally tight white jeans that squeezed a generously bulging crotch.

He had blonde hair that fell in a boyishly floppy fringe over piercing blue eyes.

There were well-defined cheekbones and a chin that jutted out with an air of engaging defiance.

But even then, as he stood lost in thought, just a stranger gazing towards the birds on the water, it struck me that he looked like a swan - tall, elegant, white and somehow enigmatic.

What was he thinking? Why did he look so sad? Why was that sadness tinged with a hint of anger? I wanted to know him, discover his secret, so when he turned and started to walk across the grass, heading towards Marble Arch and Oxford Street, I followed him.

I knew I shouldn’t be doing it, I knew I should be concentrating on the problem back home with Rob - but somehow Rob Sanderson didn’t seem quite so important any more.

Rob had entered my life a few months earlier when, on a bored Saturday afternoon, I entered the car showroom, thinking that a new boys’ toy might lift my spirits.

Rob was the salesman, brash, handsome, all dark hair, smouldering brown eyes, devilish five o’clock shadow, tight shirt, tie and slick suit, a good fuck waiting to happen if I got lucky.

He took me straight to the top of the range - of course - and when he suggested a test drive, I readily agreed, slipping into the passenger seat and relaxing against the soft leather upholstery as we drove through the West End, out through the northern suburbs and towards open countryside.

The first time his hand slipped from the gear stick and briefly onto my knee I thought nothing too much of it - he was just a salesman trying to make a sale and if that meant being a little more tactile than you might ordinarily be with a complete stranger, then I was prepared at least to enjoy the flirtation and the flattery.

The second time, though, the hand rested on my thigh and then, with no great urgency but a definite sense of purpose, crept up towards my groin.

So do you like it? he asked, smiling as we pulled into a secluded lane that clearly didn’t see much traffic at any time of the day.

You think you’d like to have a go yourself? he suggested as he drew to a halt, switched the engine off and unfastened his seat belt.

Sure, I replied. I think I’d like to give everything a good going over before making a final decision.

He smiled at me again. "Well, why don’t we start by taking a proper look at the interior?

He got out of the car, opened the rear door and climbed into the back seat - and of course I followed, knowing now that he had more than a quick sale in mind.

This was a luxury vehicle so although the space was intimate, it certainly wasn’t cramped as we sat back against the fine leather and he turned to look at me, smiling as he said: So now what do I have to do to seal the deal?

I think you know, I replied, laughing at the outrageous corny line but unable to resist the salesman banter as I slipped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him towards me.

Our lips brushed against each other, tentatively at first but then with greater confidence and force.

Taking the lead, my tongue flicked over his teeth and then his mouth opened just enough for me to be able to enter, probing the welcoming moist warmth, tasting him, enjoying him and teasing him to a response.

At the same time my hands were now fumbling to undo the big knot in his gaudy tie and pulling at the buttons of his shirt, tugging at the fabric to reveal a fantastically sculpted and defined smooth chest, his nipples large, dark and ready to be sucked.

Moving down, I took the right tit in my mouth and enjoyed the sensation of it standing to attention.

Again my hands were busy, pulling open his belt and loosening his trousers while he did the same for me, pulling off my tie, unfastening my shirt and then unzipping my flies to pull out an already stiff and engorged tool.

No time for the niceties of love-making - instead, I tugged his Calvins down to his knees, turned him onto his front and, taking my erection in my hand, guided it towards his gorgeously smooth arse, too caught up in the moment of passion to worry that I was unprotected.

He yelled out only once as I rammed into his anus, the tension quickly subsiding as I eased further in, all the time allowing my hands the pleasure of stroking that beautiful tanned smooth chest while my lips nibbled at his earlobes and planted light kisses on his neck.

As I pumped he wanked and suddenly we reached our climax in complete harmony, him shooting his load onto the leather as I, with one final lusty thrust, pumped him full of cum.

And then we laughed, laughed at the way two hot young bodies could fit so easily into so confined a space, laughed at the way a cock and an arse could fit so joyously together.

So what’s your name? he finally asked as we untangled ourselves and sprawled out on that back seat - both avoiding the patch of his semen which he quickly mopped up with a tissue - our trousers and pants round our ankles, our shirts and ties open and in disarray.

I looked at him again, taking in the fantastic bone structure, the dark eyes and the