The Eroticist

By Wayne Mansfield

Life at the top is lonely. That is, until a hot Italian mechanic enters Duncan’s life. The attraction begins as Duncan watches Luca working on his vintage Rolls Royce. Bent over the engine in Duncan’s private garage, Luca is unaware he’s being observed.

Duncan is hooked. He can’t stop thinking about Luca, and decides to hire Luca as his chauffeur, as well as his mechanic. As time goes by, they grow closer. One of Duncan’s favourite things to do is take photos of Luca, which he hangs on the walls of his home.

However, when a client of Duncan’s notices the photos and offers Luca the cover of his next publication, things start to go downhill. As Luca becomes more and more involved in the whirlwind world of modelling, can Duncan hope to hold onto him? Or will he be lost forever to the runway, or to another man?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: May 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781634868815

Wayne Mansfield

Wayne Mansfield is a Western Australian writer. He has been writing for nine years and has been published in Australia, the United Kingdom, and the United States. Additionally, he wrote a monthly erotic story for the German publications Macho and Dreamboys for two years. His novellas and stories usually have a horror, futuristic, or fantasy theme, although he does write contemporary stories such as The Hiding Place, which received Honorable Mention in the 2013 Rainbow Awards.

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The Eroticist

By Wayne Mansfield

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Copyright 2019 Wayne Mansfield

ISBN 9781634868815

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The Eroticist

By Wayne Mansfield

Chapter 1

Duncan observed the mechanic from the open door of the double garage. Bent over the engine of Duncan’s vintage 1935 Rolls Royce, the man was completely absorbed in his work.

It was a hot, slightly humid day, and conditions in the garage were uncomfortable. By standing in the doorway, Duncan was able to benefit from the faint breeze blowing outside, which cooled him and protected him from the worst of the heat trapped inside the large wooden construction.

The mechanic, on the other hand, had no such luxury. His blue singlet had darkened several shades due to sweat, and the hair at the back of his head was slicked to his scalp. His jeans had slipped down a little, providing a tantalising glimpse of his rear end, and small trickles of perspiration slithered from the man’s back into the hair-lined crevice, drawing the hairs together into one dark line as they went.

Duncan’s hand went to the erection tenting his shorts, pressing on it and squeezing it as he watched the mechanic work.

He admired the muscles in the man’s arms, tensing and flexing. How the bronzed skin shimmered whenever the light caught the perspiration that coated it. And the round ball of his shoulders, so smooth and similarly sleek with sweat.

But it was the dark line of the mechanic’s arse crack to which Duncan’s eyes kept returning. He began to fantasize about what the entire arse might look like completely bare. It would be hairy. He knew that for a fact because the small of the mechanic’s back was covered in dark hair and he could only imagine that hair would continue all the way around to the man’s balls to join the, no doubt, thick and luxuriant thatch that surrounded his large, veiny Italian cock. And at the centre of the crevice, only an inch or two below where the waistband of his jeans currently sat, he’d find a ring of puckered flesh, perhaps dark pink in colour and probably surrounded by a ring of black hair.

Duncan closed his eyes for a moment to picture it. Moist with sweat and with an intoxicating aroma. He sighed and opened his eyes to find the mechanic looking directly at him.

Mr. Adams. I didn’t hear you come in, said Luca.

Duncan removed his hand from his cock and glanced down to see a dark spot in the fabric of his shorts where it covered the head of his cock. I thought I’d see how you were getting on.

Luca wiped his hands on a dirty cloth and stepped back from the car. I think she should be right now. I’ve given her the once-over. The problem was—

Duncan held up a hand. I don’t need to know the details, thank you.

Luca looked momentarily indignant. Okay. Right you are. He pushed the dirty cloth into the back pocket of his jeans. Will there be anything else?

Yes, there will. This is my day car, said Duncan, indicating the Mercedes four-wheel drive barely three metres away from the Rolls. "This is also to be serviced.