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by Ryan Field
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: When Bradley Klinger moves from the city to a small town in the mountains of upstate New York, the last thing he expects to find is a hot young skater boy named Jared who never stops flirting with him. They meet in the small restaurant Jared owns, thanks to Jared's sixty year old partner in New York with whom he shares an open, sexless relationship. Though Jared is kept by the older man in every sense of the word, from his Bentley Continental to his small restaurant in the mountains, Jared doesn't waste any time getting to know Bradley much better. And though Jared is the kind of young skater boy, in baggy, low-hanging jeans and loose T-shirts, Bradley has always dreamed about, Bradley is concerned the age difference between them might be too vast. But Jared doesn't stop pursuing Bradley, to the point where he actually follows Bradley home one night on his skate board.
eBook Publisher: loveyoudivine, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: May 2011
8 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [31 KB]
Reading time: 16-23 min.
When Bradley Klinger moved to the little town of Mt. Saint Hope in upstate New York, he never imagined that a twenty-one-year-old in a hooded sweatshirt would follow him home one night on a skateboard. He was forty-five years old by then but said he was in his mid-thirties and no one ever questioned him. His brown hair was still thick and wavy. His voice still soft and smooth. He worked out daily and watched what he ate, holding onto whatever youth he had left.
Before he moved, he donated all of his loose-fitting polo shirts and his "dad" jeans to charity. He stopped using words like "dungarees" and "underpants" when he went shopping for new low-rise jeans and tighter T-shirts. He wasn't denying his age. And he wasn't planning to buy a skateboard and get a tattoo. But he wasn't ready to look and sound like an old man yet either.
Mt. Saint Hope was a quirky town, stippled with art galleries and trendy boutiques. And it was at the foot of the Berkshires, within driving distance from Manhattan. Some people moved there because of the scenery, some moved there because of the artistic surroundings. But Bradley decided to move there mainly because Mt. Saint Hope was that rare mix of quiet small-town living with a large gay community.
On his first Sunday morning in town, he went for a proper brunch at a local gay restaurant called Marlow's. As he waited for his food, he noticed the young owner of Marlow's, Jared Branford, standing near the kitchen door.
His head went up and his eyes opened wide. Jared reminded him of the young man he'd always wanted to be (or could have been). If you stood them both side by side in a dark corner and dressed them in the same baggy clothes, they could have been brothers.
Jared's head went up, too. He kept looking over his shoulder in Bradley's direction, smiling and nodding. Eventually, he walked over, patted Bradley's shoulder with his wide palm and said, "Hey, buddy, you're new here, aren't you? I'm Jared. My partner and I own this place."
Bradley's lips turned down. He hadn't planned on the fact that Jared might have a lover. Bradley lifted his head and forced a smile then he cleared his throat and said, "Ah well, yes. I'm Bradley. I just moved into town." He had trouble finding his voice; it sounded shaky. And when he lifted his hand to shake Jared's, he almost knocked over his water glass.
"Where are you from?" Jared asked, looking him up and down. His eyes were dark brown and his lashes long. But there was nothing feminine about him.
"I just moved here from Brooklyn," Bradley said. He didn't go into detail though. He'd been the only child of elderly parents with many health issues. He'd never actually had a career. After college, he'd spent his days caring for his parents and overseeing the apartment houses his family owned. His sexual encounters had been in dark cruise spots, and he'd never had a real lover or life partner.