Page 1 of The Tourist

CHAPTER 1

It isn’t a badthing, you know, to find yourself stepping into a hot,fresh-smelling shower, stark bollock naked, and sporting adecent-sized morning wood. Even if the period immediatelybeforehand was a bit of a blurred memory. Even if you can’tremember where the hell you are, exactly how you got there, whatday it is, or even how much shampoo you’re going to need becauseyou can’t remember if you’re bewigged, buzz-cut, orbearded.

I reached forthe plastic curtain, not sure how firm my grip was, tugging it backawkwardly. When I stepped forward onto the smooth tray, I stubbedmy toe against the tiled wall and yelped. Seemed I couldn’t evengauge the size of my own bloody feet.

You see,visiting isn’t an exact science. Hell, it’s no science at all, atleast not for me. It’s just what I do. I drift in my strange butby-now-familiar limbo, jumping in and out of human bodies for a bitof a laugh and—I’m not going to beat about the bush, if you’llpardon the pun—for sexual satisfaction. From men.

That’s mylife, if that’s what you’d call it.I get a thrill from the sexual adventure; I getoff on the new sensations.

As for today,what was the last thing I remembered? A rewarding couple of days inthe bed of two very limber athletes. Moroccan, maybe. On a workvisa, staying in a tiny but over-warm bedsit, the best they couldafford so close to London. I never knew whether they were legallyin the country or not, and didn’t really care. I was only passingthrough, after all. They were dark-haired, with sun-salty skin, andfull of youthful strength and stamina. An imaginative collection oftoys, too. Delicious. But their bickering wore me ragged in the end, even though itwas their idea of foreplay.

And so, Imoved on. I waited until they were arm in arm in the middle of abusy pub off Fulham High Street, took that deep breath of virtualanticipation, and jumped into the crowd. I couldn’t always rely onwho or what I’d find. I rarely knew quite where I’d endup.

But, like Isaid, it wasn’t always a bad thing. Particularly now, when I foundmyself pressed up against the side of a fit body in that shower,equally naked, slick with water and warm with sexy, willingenthusiasm. How did I know “willing”? Pretty obvious, if you askedme. He had a thick, solid dick, happily nudging against my thigh.Just what I like the best. There was barely enough room to turn oneperson around in there, let alone two, but it didn’t seem likeeither of us resented getting up close and personal.

I leaned in,just to make sure, and he moaned with pleasure. Yeah, thatconfirmed it. I gave up worrying about shampoo and went for gropinghis hips instead.

“Hey,there.”

He soundedstartled and I paused. I mumbled something under my breath thatcould have been taken as a tentative apology.

“No. It’sfine.” He twisted around fully to face me and that delicious dickrubbed against mine. It was long and curved up towards his belly,eager for action. Mine was no slouch, either. Looked like I hadplenty of inches, and at the moment they were all standing toattention. “Just… you surprised me, that’s all.” He tilted his headand touched the side of my neck with full lips, quick and sloppy.“I didn’t want to wake you just yet. You need your sleep after along day on site. It’s not your fault I’m up so early.”

“Up?” Myvoice was low and firm. I liked the sound of it. I smirked and ranmy hand along the length of his cock. I had a broad hand; it lookedstrong, the skin tanned, fingertips a little calloused.

He sucked in abreath. “God. Yeah. I mean, I know you’re not so keen on themorning…”

I squeezed,not that gently, and he shut up immediately. “You think you shouldbe telling me what I am and what I’m not?”

He stared atme and I got a proper look at his face. He was handsome, somewherein his early twenties I guessed, with sexy, deep brown eyes, and anexpression of excitement and confusion, all mixed in with thetwinkle of morning lust. And a look of delight that was even morepromising. “I… guess not. Sorry.”

His hair musthave reached just under his ears when it was dry. The water made itcling lower to his neck, creating small dark licks of sensuality. Iimagined twisting one around my fingers and tugging.Hard. “So, make it up tome.”

“Dan?” Helaughed shakily. “What’s up with you this morning?”

I nudgedmyself up against him, pressing his cock back against his stomach,feeling its weight pushing mine. There were often these awkwardquestions, of course, especially just after I’d arrived. But all Ineeded were a couple more moments—or to keep the sewer-deep levelsof my mind from wallowing in thoughts of sex and nothing else—and Iwas sure I could field them as usual. “Nothing different. You feelgood and I want it.”

He shudderedand his lips dragged across my jaw. Felt like I had quite a lot ofmorning stubble. His hand grasped my hip, his palm slippery withsoap. “Well, this is a surprise, but a very pleasant one, you know?” He moanedsoftly and his fingers tightened on my flesh. “Very good. I thinkyou can tell—”

I pressedagainst him again and he sucked the words back in. After a second’shesitation, he stepped back, close up to the tiled wall. His heartwas beating so fast I could feel the vibration in his chest. I knewthen what he needed. Doesn’t take me long to know what a man’slike, not nowadays.

“I think you do far too much of that,” I said.“Thinking. I’m nota whole lot keen on it myself, at least not at this moment.” As faras I was concerned, feelingwas taking up most of my attention. I knew what Iwanted, I knew what my body was aching for, and it was a specialbloody treat when I found a host with a like-minded libido toexplore our fantasies.

I rubbed mydick against him again, this time bending my knees to get bettereffect. I was an inch or so taller than he was and I needed thatangle so that I was sliding against his cock, not into his navel.Though that looked and felt pretty fine, too. The whole torso wasnicely defined, not too muscle-bound. He was what theycalled hot thesedays, with wide shoulders and slim hips, as well-proportioned asone of those underwear models who were so popular in the magazines.I reckoned I was a few years older than him, but nottoo old to share the samestyles. Perfect. His skin was slightly plump, with a healthy sheenand barely tanned. I nudged again and dropped my lips to thejunction of his neck and throat. His head went back and hegasped.

He wasn’t asbroad as I was—I could instinctively tell from the position of ourarms—and his pecs were barely covered with very fine hair. Thenipples were dark brown mounds poking out at me. Made my mouthsalivate. Another thing I knew instinctively—I loved nibbling hisskin. I sucked at his neck and the little buds tightened. I feltthem push against my own chest, and the excitement rippled straightdown to my balls.

His treasuretrail was darker, though that might just have been from the waterrunning over his shoulders and down his front. My eyes sliddownward, following its path, over the gentle mound of his belly,down to the curls at his groin, glistening, tangled, and then toour cocks, dancing their own version of a thrusting tango, seekingfriction, swelling even further with eagerness.

He chuckledsoftly. “Dan, this is—”

“I say what it is.” I glanced back upat his face. The water pattered onto the tray at my feet and myvoice had been more growl than whisper. For a second, he tensed andI wondered if I’d messed up already.

Then herelaxed, letting out a long breath. His eyes half closed.“Yes,” hemurmured, a kind of awesome delight in his tone. “Youdo.”

I relaxed,too. I’d struck lucky. A smooth-skinned, handsome face anddeliciously pouting lips. Those dark eyes had reflectedamusement—and now something else I thought I could identify assurrender. And underlying it all, the unmistakable glint of desire.It wasn’t a surprise to me. I somehow knew that, for us, the sexhad always been good.

“You’re safewith me. I won’t hurt you.” I don’t know why I chose thoseparticular words but they sounded right at the time. My voice washoarse but I didn’t think it bothered him. That was probablybecause, right at that moment, I slipped my palm back around hisarousal and squeezed with gusto.