| Author: | Francis Ashe | ISBN: | 9781476162782 |
| Publisher: | Francis Ashe | Publication: | March 24, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Francis Ashe |
| ISBN: | 9781476162782 |
| Publisher: | Francis Ashe |
| Publication: | March 24, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Christopher Maddox is a very boring person. He has spent his entire twenties doing absolutely nothing of consequence. So, he decides after a terrible nightmare, to drop everything and discover himself during a Summer in Europe.
The first in the Escape to Europe series finds Chris in Lisbon, Portugal. Abel, a dark, sexy desk attendant who takes him out for dancing and later, Chris's first gay sex!
Warning: This 4700 erotic short story contains explicit oral and anal sex, rimming, a Lisbon dance club, bacalhau, and an absolutely unforgettable first time gay experience!
EXCERPT:
Wandering back into the hostel after sampling some more local cuisine, Abel shouted to me from the front desk while he was signing over the cash drawer and handing over the keys for the next guy on shift. “Comoe que se cha... what do you want me to call you? I’m excited, I get to use the English I spent four years in University learning. Rare these days.” “Oh, just call me Chris,” I replied, “so, where are we going?”
Abel grinned. He had a bright, warm smile. I knew that I was going to be safe with this guy, and have a good time. At least, he had me convinced of both. He tossed his head around, and let his hair relax from the pony tail it’d been tied back in. “Well, first we gonna go eat, I think. Have a couple beers. Then there’s this club about a half mile from here I go to all the time called ‘Agua’.”
“Oh yeah, that sounds cool. Is it near one of those rivers?” I asked. He just laughed. “That’s the thing! There’s no water anywhere near the place. It’s kind of on a rooftop. Anyway it’s the best. You’ll love it.”
Abel was something else. After we ate and he showed me some old buildings, we got to the nightclub and he pushed the doors open like he was a cowboy at an old west saloon. Acted like he owned the place. Actually, he may as well have – as soon as we walked in, half the people in the joint started yelling at him. “Abel! Abel!” they shouted, slapping him on the back and buying him drink after drink.
The place was great – loud music, lots of good beer, and a lot of grinding club dances. We stumbled out of the place very late. I honestly couldn’t say what time it was, but we’d been there a good long time. When we were back out on the street, Abel pulled me to the side, into the entrance to a dark side street. I don’t know why, but I was already a little excited. “Did you have fun? You like Lisbon?” he said, putting an arm close to my head and propping himself on the wall. Before I could answer, he leaned in close and kissed me behind the ear. “I want you to remember this place. You want to come back with me? My flat’s closer than the hostel. We can get your stuff in the morning, it’s all locked up.”
Christopher Maddox is a very boring person. He has spent his entire twenties doing absolutely nothing of consequence. So, he decides after a terrible nightmare, to drop everything and discover himself during a Summer in Europe.
The first in the Escape to Europe series finds Chris in Lisbon, Portugal. Abel, a dark, sexy desk attendant who takes him out for dancing and later, Chris's first gay sex!
Warning: This 4700 erotic short story contains explicit oral and anal sex, rimming, a Lisbon dance club, bacalhau, and an absolutely unforgettable first time gay experience!
EXCERPT:
Wandering back into the hostel after sampling some more local cuisine, Abel shouted to me from the front desk while he was signing over the cash drawer and handing over the keys for the next guy on shift. “Comoe que se cha... what do you want me to call you? I’m excited, I get to use the English I spent four years in University learning. Rare these days.” “Oh, just call me Chris,” I replied, “so, where are we going?”
Abel grinned. He had a bright, warm smile. I knew that I was going to be safe with this guy, and have a good time. At least, he had me convinced of both. He tossed his head around, and let his hair relax from the pony tail it’d been tied back in. “Well, first we gonna go eat, I think. Have a couple beers. Then there’s this club about a half mile from here I go to all the time called ‘Agua’.”
“Oh yeah, that sounds cool. Is it near one of those rivers?” I asked. He just laughed. “That’s the thing! There’s no water anywhere near the place. It’s kind of on a rooftop. Anyway it’s the best. You’ll love it.”
Abel was something else. After we ate and he showed me some old buildings, we got to the nightclub and he pushed the doors open like he was a cowboy at an old west saloon. Acted like he owned the place. Actually, he may as well have – as soon as we walked in, half the people in the joint started yelling at him. “Abel! Abel!” they shouted, slapping him on the back and buying him drink after drink.
The place was great – loud music, lots of good beer, and a lot of grinding club dances. We stumbled out of the place very late. I honestly couldn’t say what time it was, but we’d been there a good long time. When we were back out on the street, Abel pulled me to the side, into the entrance to a dark side street. I don’t know why, but I was already a little excited. “Did you have fun? You like Lisbon?” he said, putting an arm close to my head and propping himself on the wall. Before I could answer, he leaned in close and kissed me behind the ear. “I want you to remember this place. You want to come back with me? My flat’s closer than the hostel. We can get your stuff in the morning, it’s all locked up.”
