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

Bradley had never been stoned before, so he wasn’t sure if the moment that transpired later at his B&B’s front door was awkward, or it was just the weed.

“Here I am,” Bradley had said when they reached the closed front door. It was closing in on midnight, so not late, but not early either.

“Here we are,” Sherman had corrected. His eyes were bloodshot red, his cheeks were flushed and he wore a silly grin that he seemed incapable of getting rid of.

“Right. We.” Bradley matched Sherman’s grin with his own cheesy one. “We are here.” And then, for no real reason, because what the two men said certainly wasn’t funny, they burst into hysterics.

For several moments, they stood in front of that closed door, facing one another, inches apart really, giggling like schoolboys. A few people walked past in the time too, eyeing them like they were crazy people.

When they did calm down, it was Sherman that spoke first. “Breakfast is tomorrow? – I mean, are we still having it. Like... at the same time? Fuck, I am high.” He had then flushed furiously.

It was lucky that Bradley hadn’t really been paying attention. His mind had just sought of wandered, so all he had heard was breakfast. “Hhhmmm? Yeah, tomorrow.” A pause and a chuckle. “You’re lucky. Usually, I’d insist on breakfast in bed.” He wasn’t even sure what that meant.

“Huh...” Sherman had looked about as confused as a person ever had.

Bradley’s eye bulged when he realized how that must have sounded. “Oh, I didn’t mean – like, I wasn’t saying that you should... I was just trying to be – so. See you tomorrow?”

The conversation had ended quickly after that. They’d already made plans to have a farewell breakfast the next morning at eight, so there was no real need to reconfirm. If they had tried again, surely something else embarrassing would have come out. So, Bradley was quick to say his goodbyes and get inside.

That night, Bradley had masturbated to Sherman. It hadn’t been on purpose. He’d had an image of Jackson in his mind, on his knees, sucking his cock while apologizing for leaving him... but then Sherman suddenly replaced him. Bradley tried to get him out, but he refused to leave. He ordered him to go, begged even. But Sherman wasn’t having it. So eventually, Bradley just gave in and had a glorious orgasm over the image of Sherman bent over in front of him, taking his load.

He couldn’t understand it. He wasn’t attracted to Sherman like that. Not at all. If one were to make a list of all the men he had been with, and rank them physically, Sherman would be so low on it that he might not even make the list. A separate one would have to be created! And yet there was an attraction there that had Bradley confused beyond measure.

In the end, he decided that it didn’t really matter. He liked Sherman as a person, as a friend, and that was where the attraction lay. It wasn’t physical, it was friendly and that incident with his popping up mid-wank was just a spillover from that. Besides, even if he was into Sherman, tomorrow after breakfast the two were leaving Amsterdam for good and going their separate ways. They’d never see one another again.

The next morning, everything changed.

Bradley had slept in, most likely on account of his fitful night thinking about Sherman. It was because of this that he was still in the shower when Sherman arrived. He had to jump out, wrap himself in a towel and hurry down the stairs to let him in. He was soaking wet too, not having had time to dry himself.

“Sorry!” The second Bradley had opened the door he turned and sprinted back up the stairs. “I’ll be quick!”

“Don’t rush on my acc —” Sherman had started to shout before Bradley had disappeared back into his room.

He was quick to dry himself in the bathroom. As he did so, he heard Sherman enter the room. He heard the bed creak as Sherman took a seat on the edge. And he felt his cock stiffen slightly as he took note of the scenario he had unwittingly put himself in.

“Just a sec!” he called out. He slapped at his penis, willing the darn thing to do down! It only made it harder.

“All good! I’ll be here!”

“Come on...” he hissed at his cock. “Go down...” It was no good. The more he willed it, the harder it became. Soon he had a full-on erection, and it was going nowhere.

With no other option, and thinking quickly, Bradley attempted a quick rush to his wardrobe so as to put on some tight jocks and try and cover the thing. The towel was wrapped around him, his hand was covering his penis, and he flew from the bathroom to the wardrobe. He didn’t look at Sherman – who sat less than three feet away — instead going for a pair of red jocks that lay on top his suitcase. If he could just —

“Nice boner.”

“Huh?!

Bradley spun around, accidentally let go of his towel and before he knew it, he was standing buck naked in front of Sherman, cock as hard as it had ever been.

“Fuck!” Bradley half made to cover his throbbing member... but only half. As he moved to push it down, he caught sight of Sherman, eyes bulging at it like a dog after a bone. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Sherman half chuckled. He looked from the penis to Bradley, smirking as he did so. “What happened? Didn’t jerk off last night or something?

“Ah... actually...” Bradley was only too aware of what was going on and where this was leading. But he also wasn’t sure if it was just because of how hard he