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he seems to be proving very popular.” Christ, had it been that long since he’s used Jenny? Blake shook his head in disbelief. “I take it you’ll be requiring his more personal services, rather than as an escort?”

Blake snorted. “Come on, Jenny. How long have I been using J’s? Do you even have to ask?” He heard her giggle. “What’s his name?” he inquired. “And can he be at my place for about eight this evening?” Blake crossed his fingers.

“His name’s Alec, and yes, he’s available for that time. Usual rate, okay?”

Blake grinned. “Yeah, that sounds fine, Jenny. Thank you. You have my card details, don’t you?” Jenny assured him she did, and finished the call. Blake sat back in his chair, his mind suddenly on Alec and the prospect of having him in his bed. His cock twitched. Yeah, it had been far too long….

Chapter Two

Blake took a last look around his apartment, checking that everything looked presentable, before glancing quickly at his watch. Nearly eight. Blake had no idea why he was feeling so jittery: it wasn’t as if he hadn’t had escorts from J’s at the apartment before. Blake had discovered the agency by accident, as he’d overheard a conversation during one of his rare forays into a gay club. He liked J’s. Some escorts were purely that—escorts—and accompanied clients to events, no sex involved. But there were also those escorts who provided an altogether more…personal service, for which Blake was profoundly grateful.

The buzzer startled him from his train of thought, and he pressed the button by the front door. “Yes?”

A deep voice came over the intercom. “Alec here, to see Blake.”

Blake pressed the release button. “Hi. Come on up. Top floor, opposite the elevator.” He opened the front door and listened as the elevator whirred into life, humming quietly. Within a minute the doors slid open…and Blake caught his breath.

Out stepped a man who Blake could only describe as gorgeous. About Blake’s height, 5”11, and a similarly slim build, Alec had short, brown hair and eyes the color of milk chocolate. Blake estimated his age to be somewhere in the mid-twenties. He wore a dark tan leather jacket over a black T-shirt and sinfully tight black jeans, his trainers fashionable. He carried a duffel bag over one shoulder. Those warm brown eyes regarded Blake with frank appreciation.

“Well, hello there.” That rich voice played havoc with Blake’s cock: he felt it twitch in anticipation. There was definite amusement in Alec’s tone. “Can I come in?” The ghost of a grin played about his features.

Blake realized he’d been staring. Flushing, he stepped to one side. “Forgive me: please, come in.” He inhaled slightly as Alec walked into the apartment, brushing past him. The man smelt divine, a woodsy aroma that definitely spoke to Blake in no uncertain terms. Hmmmm…Happy Birthday to me…

Alec looked around the hallway, clearly waiting to be told where to go. There was a confident air about him that appealed to Blake: the man seemed at ease with himself. In fact, Blake envied him. He’d give anything to have such confidence.

“Come into the lounge.” Blake indicated the door with his hand and Alec led the way into the warm room, glancing around him in obvious appreciation.

“This is nice,” he murmured. Blake smiled. The only people who visited his inner sanctum were escorts from J’s: his father had never been invited in all the four years since he’d first bought the apartment. He watched as Alec’s gaze took in the large, comfortable-looking leather sofa, the thick, warm rug in front of it, and the gas fire which looked like the real thing, set into the wall. Blake liked the minimalist appearance of his home: there was little clutter, and the color scheme was a palette of muted shades, accented by splashes of color in the form of deep red cushions here and there, and a print above the fire, an abstract sunset in gold, oranges and reds.

He heard his guest let out a small gasp, and turned to see Alec staring at the expanse of wall opposite the fireplace. Blake grinned: he’d wondered when Alec would notice. Yet another reason why his father would never be invited here… Alec’s eyes roamed over the four large prints which were hanging there, evenly spaced apart. Black and white, dramatically lit, they depicted the nude male form in what could only be described as provocative poses, although no faces were evident. In one, there was the curve of a man’s nude back, where the eye was naturally led down to the firm globes of his arse. In another, a white sheet was pushed low, barely covering what was clearly a very erect dick. In the third, the model was stretching upward, the wide chest and firm abs leading the eye down a treasure trail to the base of his bare cock, giving only a teasing glimpse.

The fourth was Blake’s favorite. It was as if the camera had caught the model on the point of orgasm, his back arched up from the bed of white sheets, muscles taut, his hand around his shaft, hiding it from view.

“Wow.” Alec spoke softly. He turned to face Blake. “These are magnificent.” His gaze moved over Blake’s frame and suddenly Alex’s eyes widened. “They’re of you.” He grinned.

Blake stilled. “That’s…that’s very observant of you, considering how little of me you can actually see. In fact, you’re the first visitor here to realize that.” Alec returned to his admiration of the prints. “They were taken by a friend of mine, a very good friend, in fact. He’s a professional photographer and we were at university together.”

Alec was nodding, his gaze never leaving the four prints. “He has an excellent eye.” He broke off from his observations to glance at Blake, his expression quizzical. “You must have been very at ease with him to be able to model like that. Were you lovers?”

Blake burst into a peal of laughter, causing Alec to smile. “Hell,

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