VIVID May sunlight, open and welcome, glittered against Stockholm’s sleek reflective surfaces. The light reminded Baron of lazy days spent watching the North Sea defeat the shoreline, days spent laughing at one brave soul who dared enter the cold water. He remembered the sun reflecting in the droplets sliding against goose-fleshed skin.
He remembered licking the salt from cold-puckered nipples.
His smile rose and died.
Not the time for dim memories. Baron silently gazed across the milling swarm of humanity bustling before Stockholm’s stately central train station. He hated parking across from the imposing Victorian pile, but rules were rules. An assortment of likely males walked in the open space soaring before the building, yet few prime choices met his strict approval. Sighing to himself, he lightly caressed the eager bulge pushing against his black linen trousers. On these special days, Baron’s randy cock completely lost control. His taut flesh couldn’t wait to meet a new friend.
Suddenly Baron’s seeking eyes fixed and focused in need. Ah. Perfect. What an extraordinarily wonderful young man.
Derek knew exactly what his lonely Baron needed today. “No worries, I see him, sir. Do we speak of the slender, black-haired gentleman sporting the red T-shirt and ripped jeans?”
“Precisely.” Baron suddenly had trouble controlling his simmering excitement. Anticipation tried to defeat him. “He’s marvelous, eh, Derek? He’s the perfect one to celebrate my anniversary with me. He’s a classic. The man looks like a thoroughbred stallion, proud and feisty.”
“Indeed. I think the fine young man was created expressly for you. Shall I see if he’s willing, sir?”
“Please, Derek. Work your usual magic for me.”
Derek turned and winked toward Baron’s handsome face. “Please, you know I always perform my absolute best for you, sir.” As Derek spoke he departed from the driver’s seat and stalked, in his utterly sexy manner, across the crowded street.
Baron smiled in fond appreciation and admired Derek’s tight ass, although he knew now the firm male flesh was strictly off-limits. Even if the young man played it solo, his Derek was a total blessing. Who would imagine that lithe, sleek-muscled marvel packed into black, body-hugging livery was formerly a scrawny fuck-slag from Manchester’s dreary streets? In the three years since Baron rescued him from his dismal existence, dear Derek had certainly changed for the better. Today his delightful old-fashioned livery made his muscular body look ever so dominant. Derek was such a fine driver and bodyguard. Too bad the sensational man no longer wanted to be an expensive boy-toy. At least Baron still enjoyed Derek’s company. Lately Derek’s chess skills supplied welcome distractions during long winter nights.
Baron watched the initial contact. As he observed the exchange in fevered expectation, Baron slowly sipped his champagne. Excellent. Derek subtly gestured toward the black Rolls. The chosen young man peered across the street and laughed. His hand playfully swatted Derek’s broad back. Now that was a remarkable response; damn, at least Derek didn’t take the casual act in the wrong way. After all that had happened to him, skittish Derek truly disliked being touched by men. Instead of reacting negatively, Derek patted the man’s shoulder. They both stepped off the curb. As they walked across traffic, Derek merely held out one imposing hand toward the sun and all traffic halted for him. He acted like mighty Zeus on high.
Derek’s severe gesture made Baron hum in wet pleasure. His already strained cock twitched again.
Baron quickly slithered back on the smooth leather seat to make room for his adorable new guest. He inhaled a deep, centering breath. Each time felt like the first meeting; Baron’s heart pounded, his heavy balls tensed, and his thick cock stiffened in raw excitement. It didn’t matter that Baron performed this unusual act every month as a curious treat. He celebrated the anniversary of meeting his deceased lover by haunting this special train station and trying to recreate their first chance encounter. The act of picking up a lively young stranger made Baron’s sorrowful body and soul come alive, if only for a few stolen minutes. Baron’s tight nipples already caressed his fine ivory silk shirt even as his frantic cock tried leaping free from his trousers.
He knew his Samuel approved of the encounters. Samuel had celebrated life, not despair.
Yes, here they were. Derek opened the Rolls’ back door; he made that simple action look smart, precise, and sexy. Baron watched his guest gracefully climb in. The young man settled down, laughed again, and then, after he dropped his knapsack to the floor, he turned to face Baron. A strange look seasoned with pure disbelief darted across his pale face. His soft lower lip—mmm, so delicious—quirked in confusion. His ripe mouth slowly relaxed into a fresh smile. His luxuriant lashes met in three rapid blinks before he stared at Baron in subtle challenge. A small smile offered vague confrontation.
Oh no. Baron’s neck muscles clenched in ugly confusion. What did the man’s strange reaction mean? Did this luscious young man find him too old? He was only fifty-two! Perhaps he wasn’t handsome enough for this divine beauty’s taste? Unease attacked Baron’s nerves. He needed to ask. “Is something amiss?”
“No, dude, not at all. I’m just... er, a little surprised at seeing a handsome man in this killer car. This is a classic old baby, old to the point where I feared I’d see a feeble geezer hiding in here, drooling over his dentures in eager lust. You offer me a sweet surprise.” As he looked away from Baron, the young man lovingly ran his long fingers across the black leather seat before he wetly kissed his fingertips. “Yeow, this fine leather feels like right pure sex. The surface is supremely supple and smooth.”
Now Baron’s rampaging heart threatened to pop out and ruin the fine leather in question. This young man obviously understood exactly what Baron wanted from him. What a splendid gift. And praise heaven his British accent completed Baron’s true need. Utterly perfect!
Derek powered up the purring motor. He glanced over his broad right shoulder. A satisfied little smile played around his stern lips. “Where to, sir?”
An elaborate shrug arched the man’s elegant shoulders. “Hey, I planned on wandering around this fine old city before I scored a cheap place to crash. I had business to attend to, but something tells me it’s not pressing.” As the youth spoke, he shot Baron a merry, knowing grin.
Baron tossed a nod toward his smiling driver. “Then—please, Derek, a random driving tour around Stockholm sounds appropriate. Let’s show our new friend the sights.”