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A Special Gift: Leo has to find the perfect Department Store Santa - but his mind is full ofdistractions like horny Richard and, more recently, sexy Italian Luca. Then when the Christmas cheer flows you never know which of your colleagues, male or female, will get to you first - and added to all that sexual tension there's Santa with a special Festive treat for a very good boy. Private Investigations: The police are making house to house enquiries but officers Nick and Greg want to take down more than just a statement when they call back for some extra questioning that involves some rigorous physical action for one lucky guy.

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	01 août 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781849897204
Langue	English

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A SPECIAL GIFT
AND PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS
Kris Andersson

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A Special Gift and Private Investigations
published in 2014 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Kris Andersson 2014
The right of Kris Andersson to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

A Special Gift
“WANTED: One Santa Claus. Christmas Season. Must be able to work long hours with young children.”
Sounds like an easy task, finding the perfect department store Father Christmas but experience told me that the search would not be an easy one.
They were either too young, too old, too thin, too grumpy or simply no good with demanding kids all brandishing Christmas lists of extravagant complexity.
Ever worse was the fact that it was always the first job to be done after my return from summer vacation - and nobody wants to be thinking of Christmas trees and snow while their mind is still filled with blue skies, hot sand and tanned torsos.
As I sat at my desk looking at the collection of CVs my mind wandered back to the previous week and an adventure I had not anticipated.
Having come out of one relationship I was hardly ready for another so I had booked a single room in my favourite Italian resort, intending that the private balcony and the view of the Mediterranean would be all I needed for a period of calm reflection.
Of course, the thing I was reflecting on the most was my time with Richard, the intense heat of the passion, the excitement of our sexual attraction and the sudden death of a relationship gone wrong.
It had started with one of those looks of mutual interest in an otherwise dull business meeting, the tiny spark of attraction that was all that was needed to start of forest fire of lust.
During the mid morning break I went to the toilet and was standing at the urinal when Richard joined me.
I have always felt uncomfortable talking to a man while we both urinate but he engaged me in conversation and then, as I zipped up, he asked if I’d like to join him for a drink later, turning to face me with his cock still in his hand, a fairly blatant invitation to take a look at what he had to offer.
And that was it - the drinks didn’t last very long before we were back at his apartment, naked, sweaty, fucking each other in a frenzy of mutual desire that left us both exhausted but crazy for more.
And over the months that followed we had sex whenever we could, certainly daily and quite often more as I luxuriated in the chiseled good looks, the sculpted hairy body, the cock that produced a prodigious amount of spunk whenever I wanted it - which, being completely honest, was all the time.
But just as quickly as it started, so was it finished, the intensity of the sexual longing perhaps proving too hard for us both to sustain and, as much as I worshipped his whole being, I knew there was nothing to bond us together but our mutual lust, an almost animal desire that was all about physical attraction and nothing at all to do with mutual interests.
The end, when it came, was brisk and gave no room for going back. Richard simply announced after another marathon session of serious anal action - sweaty, heavy, and almost too brutal in its intensity - that he was moving on to a new job and was leaving town.
There was no suggestion that we should stay in contact, no attempt to tell me where he could be contacted.
All that was left was the memory of a beautiful young body, a gorgeous cock and a dull pain that I tried to forget as I threw myself into the daily grind of department store life but which still weighed heavily on me as I packed my bags and headed to Italy, nursing a wound that felt like it would never heal.
On my first evening in the bar, however, I saw Luca the hotel’s handsome barman and I found myself wondering if a lonely retreat was really the sort of vacation I needed.
Luca was tall and extremely slender, with beautifully clear olive skin, raven hair and a smile that suggested an inner wickedness that I longed to explore, though I suspected he was simply doing his job, being nice to another tourist.
He served my drinks at the table, made an attempt at polite conversation and then walked away with that swaying motion of the hips that all Italian men seem to have and which would look camp in any other race.
So it was for a couple of days, just the occasional word about the weather, my sightseeing activities and nothing more.
But on the third day I was sitting in the town square, enjoying a mid morning iced tea when I saw him approaching, no longer dressed in the hotel uniform of dark stylish suit, crisp white shirt and black tie but wearing tight jeans and a white singlet that hugged a dark hairy chest that made me want to reach out and touch.
He smiled as he stopped and said: “Good morning Signor. You are well today?”
“It’s Leo,” I replied. “My name’s Leo. There’s really no need to call me Signor. You’ve known me so many years now. Surely we can drop the formalities?”
“So Leo,” he sounded the word tentatively as I indicated he should sit in the vacant chair beside me. “You are busy today?”
“Actually, I was thinking of taking a walk up in to the hills,” I replied. “I’ve never tried it before.”
There was a slight pause before Luca said: “You need somebody who - how do I say it? - somebody who knows the way to go.”
Another pause. “I have day off today.” He gestured at the singlet and jeans as if by way of explanation. “You like I should show you?”
“I would like that very much,” I said. “But surely you have things you want to be doing on your only day off. I know how busy they keep you at the hotel.”
“Oh I not so busy,” came the quick response. “My family live in Naples and I have no time really to get back home before I come back to hotel again. You want?”
I wanted very much but, curbing my enthusiasm, I said I would be delighted if we could spend some time together.
I finished my drink and we set off, strolling together through he tourist crowds of the town’s one main street, the throng only thinning out as we entered the residential area and turned off the main thoroughfare, beginning the ascent of hundreds of deeply worn stone steps that eventually led beyond the town and its lemon groves and into the heavily wooded countryside.
Conversation was not easy - Luca spoke very good English but said little beyond pointing out an occasional area of interest, suddenly seeming just a little self-conscious.
I was simply enjoying the view - both the beautiful landscape of light dappled trees, streams, pools and waterfalls and also the handsome young man who walked slightly ahead of me, clearing the way.
The sun was getting higher and I loved looking at the dampening dark curls and the way that beads of sweat, like tiny diamonds glistening in the sun, rolled down the back of his neck and soaked into the white singlet.
Occasionally he would turn to make sure I was still okay and I would see there was a damp patch forming on the fabric that covered his hairy pecs.
After walking in almost complete but strangely enjoyable silence for almost an hour, we reached a clearing beside a small pool where Luca sat down on the grass and indicated I should join him.
I did so but as I sat back to soak up the sun, I saw something move and, turning, saw a snake that had been disturbed by us as it basked in the noon heat, shoot off into the undergrowth.
The sudden movement made me jump and without think I reached out and grabbed Luca’s arm.
“Is only a snake!” he laughed, relaxing for the first time since we left the square.
“You no worry about snakes when Luca is with you. I told you - I am here to show you the way...”
He reached out, placed a hand on the back of my neck and pulled me towards him, our lips meeting in a kiss that was initially tentative but became more passionate as our mouths opened slightly and our tongues dart