Safe In Paris [Masquerade]
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by Shara Bloodstone
Category: Erotica/Exhibitionist-Voyeur Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: Indiana farm boy Thomas Waldron's dream of going urban has finally been realized. After graduating from NYU, he moves to Paris to study the art and science of perfume-making. Surrounded by beauty, culture and the promise of a bright future, each day in that city reminds him how far he's come. The only thing missing is someone special to share it with.
When Thomas contacts an old friend of his uncle's, he meets the man's handsome son, Paul, instead. And, when Paul Duchamp opens the door to his inner circle of friends, Thomas gets a taste of how lavishly the "other half" lives. Mutual attraction between Thomas and Paul quickly blossoms into something deeper.
One night, at a party in the Duchamp's luxurious apartment, Thomas suspects that two of Paul's supposed friends have plans to break into Paul's father's safe and steal from the family. Thomas wonders if he should alert Paul, but as a newcomer, he fears he might be in error, or come off as a snitch, or even be perceived as trying to push old friends apart. Thomas is torn over what to do...say nothing, or reveal the plans to the man he's coming to love, either cementing a bond of trust or driving a wedge between them.
When the college where Paul studied art hosts the Bal des Beaux Arts, a masquerade ball notorious for unbridled eroticism, Paul invites Thomas to attend with him. As the night progresses amid carnal pleasures in secret catacombs beneath the college campus, Thomas sees Paul's thieving friends in attendance, and the entire affair comes to a head...
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / The Arts / Group Sex / Voyeurism / Exhibitionism / Public Places / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: December 2011
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [132 KB]
Reading time: 75-105 min.
Thomas followed Paul into a low-ceilinged room that looked surprisingly comfortable, despite its subterranean aspect. It took a moment before his eyes adjusted and he was able to make out costumed figures among the purple-rose lighting that created a strange, shadowy effect. He was surprised to discover the thick smoke smelled good.
He saw a man dressed like a sheik lounging on a sofa. Apparently, the hookah he was sucking on was responsible for most of the foggy air. He was about to ask Thomas what the guy was smoking, but the music was so loud, he decided not to scream to be heard. When his eyes focused better, he realized gyrating masked figures were rubbing and groping each other on the dance floor.
As he followed Paul around a corner, Thomas scanned the room to see several cocks massaged openly by their dance partners. On his way into the next room, he almost tripped over a guy dressed up as a Roman guard. On his knees, the guard was avidly blowing another guy dressed in nothing more than a mask, a feather boa and a pair of Doc Martin boots.
Paul turned toward Thomas, his eyes laughing behind an otherwise impenetrable silvery-white mask. Thomas read his amusement as loudly as if he'd said, "What did I tell you?"
At once, he realized they'd made their way into the orgy room.
In every corner figures were engaged in sexual activities that would undoubtedly have been termed "misconduct" if the school board had known. Well, perhaps they did, and that was why this room had been secretly sanctioned for playtime with the boys. Whatever the deal, Paul had been right about "no holes barred."