As Ever studies one particular ancient Egyptian mummy, he experiences the odd, chilly sensation of somebody touching and following him. Every time he turns to look, he thinks it's handsome but obnoxious security guard Chris Coelho, who snuck Ever into the exhibit as a favor. Chris clearly wants the favor returned, but would the man really feel up Ever in public? Ever isn't sure, but then once he goes home, weird things continue happening.
Chris shows up everywhere, but he's suddenly sweet, silly, profound and…forgetful. After a torrid night of passion, Ever becomes hooked on the guy even as his feelings for Chris veer between desire and exasperation.
And then, the mummy Ever had been studying disappears from the exhibit. Could the events be connected? Could the spirit of the mummy have somehow followed him home? Is Ever losing his mind? Or is Chris really, as he says in a drunken moment, The Love God of Indian Frybread?
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…What the hell is happening to me?
Chris gave him a hint of a smile as he moved down to Ever’s nipples and sucked. And sucked. He took his time, Ever feeling like he was melting. Chris was nowhere near his cock but Ever was ready to explode. He longed for Chris’s hand on his cock. He yearned for the other man’s touch as he soared to a swift release. But it was not to be.
“Wait,” Chris urged. “Just a little longer. You won’t regret it.” Chris glanced down at him, his smile wide now. “Sacred beauty,” he whispered. His thumb slid along the length of the shaft. One more slide and Ever would have come all over the man’s hand. Instead, Chris placed a kiss on Ever’s shoulder and told him to lie on the bed.
Ever did as he was told, watching Chris, er…disrobe. The man had a hot body that made his cock leap again. Oh boy. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! He’s got a nice big juicy cock for me to play with.
“On your knees,” Chris said.
Ever turned around, raising himself up as Chris got behind him and began licking and kissing his back. Chris’s tongue dipped into his hips and down his ass crack, Ever’s whole body poised in anticipation as that hot tongue made a beeline for his asshole.
“Arrggh!” Ever felt the orgasm starting in his tailbone. There was no holding it, but Chris didn’t seem to want him to wait any longer. He kept his tongue inside Ever, one hand slipping between his legs and grabbing Chris’s cock. The slight contact was all it took. Ever came hard, his whole body vibrating with the force of his pent-up release. Chris hadn’t asked, but it had been months for him. He saw stars and a couple of million galaxies in a purple and milky white way inside his head.
Chris Coelho was one heck of a magic carpet ride…