The Compass: A Sexy Hometown Visit for an Anxious Gay Man

By Saxon Boulevard

Home has never been so sexy.

In this charming tale, Saxon Boulevard introduces Anthony, a handsome gay man, whilst in route to his hometown.

Anthony checks into an expansive suite at the Compass Hotel and after ordering room service is more than delighted by the concierge,
who knocks the door of his fantasies before bed.

While out on the town, Anthony reminisces his first time. In the alley behind a gay bar, Anthony is shown what it's like to be manhandled.
He gets everything that he's ever imagined from a beefy stranger as a watchful friend gives him a thumbs up of approval.

After meeting a sexy sales associate at a clothing store, Anthony invites him for drinks at The Compass. One thing leads to another
inside the fancy suite (while secretly being watched through a peephole) and Anthony receives a tender reprieve from his hometown
blues.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Berlinable GmbH
• Release date: Oct 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9783956954108

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THE COMPASS

Saxon Boulevard

Artcover: Kostis Fokas

Copyright: BERLINABLE UG

Berlinable invites you to leave all your fears behind and dive into a world where sex is a tool for self-empowerment.

Our mission is to change the world - one soul at a time.

When people accept their own sexuality, they build a more tolerant society.

Words to inspire, to encourage, to transform.

Open your mind and free your deepest desires.

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With an efficient swoop of a gloved hand, the steward disposes of Anthony’s plastic cup. The cabin prepares for landing. Out the window, the landscape transitions from ambiguous to recognizable. His hometown resembles a model train set in the dusty evening light. Roundabouts appear as crop circles, and arched bridges unfold across the flattened grid like stretching limbs. His body shudders as the aircraft rumbles forward. A wistful smile works across his face as the wheels make contact with tarmac.

Here we go again.

Anthony unpacks his luggage in room 428, an expansive suite. Standing by the oversized pane of glass, he takes in the spectacular view, which isn’t of the city’s distant mountains in the south, but the central atrium of The Compass Hotel. He meditates on the spiralling jungle of ferns, a mandala-like garden that pulls Anthony into a hypnotic lull.

Unable to face a restaurant full of people, Anthony runs his finger down the carefully curated room service menu. He orders the grazing platter and takes