Only You by Jerry Cole (the top 100 crime novels of all time TXT) 📕

the more he came to realize that there was nothing random about this at all. Really, he couldn’t believe he didn’t see it coming. But maybe that was just because Sherman was so unlike any guy he’d ever met, or been with, before.

It had started at that museum. Actually, it had started before that, when those two dudes had robbed Bradley right on the street. For Bradley, that had acted as a real eye-opener too. He thought this whole travelling thing would be easy, that people overseas would be nice, and that he’d cruise through the month with no real worries. It was around the time he had a knife pointed at him that he realized just how ignorant he was.

But then Sherman turned up out of nowhere and everything just seemed to get better from that point onwards. Sherman had been kind to him, he had been genuine. He hadn’t wanted anything, or tried to take from Bradley. Really, all he wanted was to make sure that he was all right.

By the time that Sherman had walked Bradley to where he was staying, that robbery was a pesky memory at best and when Sherman suggested that they hang out the next morning, he couldn’t see a reason not to. Fuck, he actually wanted to.

The museum was a fun little choice, and provided plenty of content for Bradley too. The first half of the morning was spent exclusively trying to get new photos to upload. Jackson had seen his story from the night before and this had given Bradley a new lease on life. He literally buzzed with energy and excitement at the idea of Jackson seeing him in a museum with some other guy. He would be so envious!

So, he got about taking photo after photo after photo. He took them, he edited them, he uploaded them and then... well, then he became bored. But not with the museum, with the process. What was the point on all of this if Jackson wasn’t going to engage with him and respond to the photos? Did he even care? It was a confronting thought and when it came to Bradley, he started to realize how silly he was being. As such, and seeing as he was in the museum, he may as well pay a little attention.

It was around this point that he started to have a good time. And that was on account of both the museum, and Sherman.

“You know, they have a comp going for today,” Sherman had started after an hour straight of Bradley trying to get as many selfies as he could. “The first person to take a picture with every piece in here gets a prize.”

“Really?” Bradley had fallen for the trap. “What’s the prize?”

In response, Sherman looked down his nose and raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘Really?’

“Right...” Bradley had then conceded, feeling himself go a little red. “That was... that was dumb.”

“Only a little,” Sherman had agreed. “But hey, maybe if you do take a picture with every piece in here, they’ll give you a prize anyway. That kind of dedication deserves it!”

Sherman wasn’t anything like the kind of guys that Bradley usually hung out with. And not just the ones he was sleeping with, or trying to sleep with either. But all men, regardless of Bradley’s intent. For obvious reasons, the men who entered and usually stayed in his life were usually... well, better looking. And a lot better looking at that.

Truly though, Bradley had never really thought about it before. He was handsome, so he had just always assumed that the people in his life should be the same too. It was never purposeful, but it always ended up that way. What he was starting to realize now with Sherman was that there was a definite upside to hanging out with someone that wasn’t so obsessed with looks.

Sherman was funny. Sherman was witty. Sherman was clever. Sherman was kind. Really, Sherman was just a good time to be around. The morning at the museum was an eye-opener for Bradley and when it ended, he was surprised to find out that he wanted more. Unfortunately, both men were busy that afternoon and night... well, Sherman was, and Bradley had planned on spending it in his room, preparing his next set of Instagram posts anyway. So, they made plans for the next day.

“I... do you have any condoms?” Bradley suddenly blurted. Back in the room with Sherman still slobbering up and down Bradley’s member, Bradley suddenly decided a simple blowjob wasn’t going to be enough.

“Really?” Sherman blinked his surprise, but failed to hide his eagerness too. “I thought this was just going to be...?”

“Fuck it,” Bradley exhaled. Sherman still had his very hard cock gripped between his right hand; soaking wet, as hard as a plank of wood, and throbbing uncontrollably. There was no way this was stopping at a blowjob.

“Fuck it,” Sherman agreed with a satisfied smirk. “Here, let me —” He was quick to let go of Bradley’s cock, hop to his feet and rummage through his wallet. A second later and he had a fresh condom in his hand.

“That was quick.”

“I prefer the word efficient.”

A moment’s pause. “Well?” Bradley growled.

Sherman smiled to himself as his free hand went to his belt. A little fiddling and his pants were on the floor, followed by his jocks. After that it was his shirt, another bit of fiddling with the condom and Sherman was back on his knees, rolling it over Bradley’s aching erection.

“God, you are hard,” Sherman praised.

“Surprised?”

“Pleased, more like it. Very pleased.”

With the condom on, Sherman got to his feet and then straddled Bradley. When Bradley had woken this morning, all he’d planned with Sherman was a nice breakfast as a means to say goodbye and thanks for the fun. This had certainly not been