Oliver Adair. Beautiful on the outside. Damaged on the inside. One bad decision followed by the next leaves him broke and out of options. When propositioned to sell his body he enters into a parallel world of sex for hire. Oliver embarks on a journey that will force him to confront his demons, answer for the sins of the past, and become a man.
Oliver returns to Ireland for an unforgettable St. Patrick's Day.
Genre: FICTION / Erotica / General
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Here I am. So many years later. Headed to Ireland. Just me, Marcus, Avan, and Elon. A lad’s trip to attend a party that has all sorts of salacious undertones. Every detail is wrapped in secrecy. The invitation was a work of art. Someone, somewhere, took the time and the effort to handwrite invitations on paper so thick it was nearly cardboard. The envelope sealed with wax hand delivered. It was all so deliciously anachronistic.
The instructions in the invitation were obscure enough to be interesting, but clear enough to hopefully get us to our destination. We are going to what I am imagining in my mind will be some sort of mannerbund with oaths and handshakes and secrets which have come down through the ages.
Olga is excluded from this. She is a woman. This is a men’s only event. I was allowed to bring Elon and Marcus with me after assuring the Doctor that the two of them were in fact (in his words) a couple of goers. The Doctor partnered me up with Avan. He likes us together. It’s not that I don’t care enough about the Doctor to wonder what it is that he enjoys about watching Avan and I together, it is that I respect him enough to leave him his privacy and not push when he refuses to join us preferring to sit in his arm chair as an observer.
To each his own. If the Doctor likes to watch, then so be it. It’s not like Avan is an objectionable bed partner. Neither of us know what will be expected of us this long weekend. We haven’t really talked about it. I know I am looking forward to whatever it is that will happen over those days surrounding St Patrick’s Day. I hope there will be bonfires and general madness. This is the kind of crazy shit I signed on for and so rarely get.
