Desperate Lovers by Adam Carpenter (good beach reads TXT) 📕

nipples jutted forth as he pet himself, brushing his hairy chest roughly with one hand while his other hand returned to his pulsing cock, jerking it hard, harder, the shaft so thick in his grip, his panting breath urging him on, more, more, more.

Suddenly raucous laughter filled the night, incensing Parker. He grabbed harder at his cock, not out of anger but out of denial, of jealousy, from not being included even though he shared all the hopes and desires of his fellow neighbors, the need to belong, to feel loved…like he’d once felt with Rich North, who now lay nightly in the arms of the very cute and appealing Marc Anderson…

“Uhhhh…oohhhh,” he cried out, just as a powerful orgasm ripped through his body.

Parker closed his eyes, denying himself the pleasure of watching his big cock twitch and shout, and instead he reveled in the hot touch of his come spurting all over his chest and belly. He jerked his cock again, again, milking himself, waiting for every sizzling drop to leak from his engorged tip. At last his cock and body came to rest, and that’s when he opened his eyes. Thick ropey come clung to the whorls of his chest hair, sliding down his belly in an oozy mess. God, that had felt good, just the release he needed…right?

The fact that Parker St. John was suddenly questioning his satisfaction after such an orgasm had him wondering whether coming back to Wonderland had been such a good idea. He’d achieved none of his goals, accomplished nothing he’d set his determined mind to. He was a pawn, stuck between the vengeful Danvers Converse and the united front of Eldon Court. No wonder his orgasm had left him empty.

He got up suddenly. He went inside and quickly cleaned himself up, stuffing his limp cock into his shorts, making sure to retain a nice bulge. Back on the porch, he reached for his T-shirt but then shucked it aside. Fuck it, if he was going to make an entrance, may as well work it to his best advantage. All the men he had fucked over the years, all of them had hungrily grabbed for his hair, telling them how fabulously furry he was, the hairiest they’d ever had, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me forever. Why not give his neighbors the same show. Who knows, maybe something would come of it, something more than a quick blow job down on the beach from Paolo. Orgasms were temporary satisfaction. Permanence came with acceptance, and wasn’t that what Parker ultimately desired?

Sure, that and fucking Marc Anderson.

He considered making his way down to the beach. If he ran into the young twink, he had no doubt the two of them would go at it until Parker had split him into two, so deep his cries would be heard halfway across the world. But in the end Parker made his way toward Aaron and Paolo’s place at Number Three Eldon Court, the laughter coming from the backyard like a siren, calling to him, teasing him.

With moonlight guiding him back beyond the great Victorian frame of Number Three, Parker heard voices but not words; he realized he was more curious to know what was being said than making an entrance, and so he inched forward to where he could hide effectively, listening…eavesdropping. He heard Rich’s rich baritone.

“They left New York City separately, unlike me and Marc, but they had a plan to reunite on the West Coast, and eventually both Drew Saunders and his lover Aidan Turner did just that. They found each other here, in what would become Wonderland. In fact, according to the book I read, they settled on Eldon Court, two men living together in love despite opposition from others. Not unlike what’s happened here, people tried to stop them. Their house was torched, they were attacked in broad daylight, they even were challenged to a duel—something we hope we don’t have to endure in this modern age. Guns have no place in our battle.

Still, Drew and Aidan, as much as they loved each other, they realized they needed a cover, and so that’s how Eldon Court was born, two homes were built, facades for a charade. One housed the Saunders family—Drew and his new wife, Sarah, while Aidan and his new wife, Heather, built another.”

“Wait a minute…two gay guys took wives?” asked Dane.

“Correct. And not only that, each of them had children.”

“To continue the family lines,” Edgar said.

“Family lines that continue to this day. One of their sons was named Parker—not a coincidence I fear, but the connection with our modern-day Parker I haven’t yet learned. The original Wonderland settler, Drew Saunders, is the distant relative of George Saunders, and as such Troy Saunders.”

From his vantage point in the bushes behind the house, Parker’s interest grew with each passing fact, his ears twitching at the mention of not just his name but of Troy’s. Troy…the only obstacle on his way to claiming his ownership of Number Two Eldon Court, his rightful place.

But from what Parker knew, Troy was pure myth. If he had even existed, certainly he couldn’t anymore. But Rich North was talking about him like Troy actually existed. Just what the hell was going on in Wonderland?

Just how far had Parker St. John been manipulated?

“So, Rich, what you’re saying is that Wonderland was a big homo town from way back when.”

“Yes, Sawyer. And we owe it to Drew and Aidan and Sarah and Heather—who, by the way, were a lesbian couple…”

“Just like LeeAnn and Lauren…” said Paolo.

“What?” came the voices of several of the neighbors.

“What, I thought everyone knew. Marc went to the gallery one day, found them going at each other like it was lunchtime—if you know what I mean.”

“Subtlety is not your specialty,” Aaron said, getting a huge laugh from the gang.

“Look, everyone, I think we’ve had enough history lessons for one night,” Rich said. “I need to find Marc and see what’s going on with him.

In the meantime, I suggest you all refill your glasses and forget our troubles for the rest of the night. Have fun. And remember,