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“Convergence“
A Serial Tale of Intrigue.
An illusory work created as a collaboration between Jimmy Gordon and John Paul Batista.

This story is based on fictional characters, and any similarity to actual individuals or groups of individuals is purely coincidental. It contains graphic descriptions of alternative and fetish sexual acts, and is intended as entertainment and erotica. This story may not be appropriate for the general public.

Shaun sat at a tiny table outside the rundown restaurant, stabbing at the chunks of meat in his hasenpfeffer and wondering how in the hell he'd gotten there. He should have been in Moscow, completing his assignment; instead, he had traveled a thousand miles off course with a guy he barely knew and was now in Berlin choking down a large bowl of spicy rabbit stew. He looked at Kurt whose face hovered inches above his bowl as he shoveled the thick stew into his mouth.

A steady breeze cooled the air and caused the scallop-edged awning to dance and flutter in its wake. Its shadow rippled across his traveling companion's face. That image reminded Shaun of the way the moonlight danced across Kurt’s contorted face the night before, as Kurt ferociously and repeatedly stuffed his fat dick into Shaun's tight, eager ass. Shaun felt his cock growing and swelling and stretching the material of his thin cotton briefs, and he suddenly remembered how he'd gotten there. His overactive sex drive was always taking him places he shouldn't be. In this case, a sob story and the prospect of a good fuck was all it took to distract and divert him from his main objective.

Who could resist such a sexy stud? Even with broth dripping from his lips, Shaun thought Kurt was the hottest man he'd ever laid eyes on. That's what he thought when he first saw him, stretched out on a park bench in Kiev. His roguish good looks were softened by his deep slumber, but Shaun could recognize a bad boy when he saw one. It was something in snarl that he wore even while he slept. It was the heavy, black army boots, the studded leather wristbands, and the chains dangling from his belt loops. It was the dagger-shaped earring dangling from his ear and the unkempt mass of black hair sitting atop his head. This guy had trouble written all over him and that alone drew Shaun to him. As he lay sprawled out on the bench with his arms over his head, his shirt lifted slightly to reveal a scar on one side, a tattoo on the other, and a nice patch of jet-black fur just below his navel. He wanted to reach down and run his fingers through the curly plot of hair and follow it into the crotch of the man's faded and ripped jeans. Instead, he reached down and tapped the guy on the shoulder and asked him if he was okay. And that's when the trouble really began.

Shaun snapped back to reality and sighed. He forced down another spoonful of hasenpfeffer just to pass the time. He was expecting a call from Mr. Kauffman any minute now, asking him about the status of the project. What was he going to tell him? He couldn't tell him that he'd deviated from the plans in order to take a hot guy, whom he hardly knew, halfway across Europe for reasons that were still unclear to him. That wasn't going to fly. Regardless of his reasons, Kauffman wasn't going to be happy.

Shaun felt his cell phone vibrating against his hipbone. Ordinarily, he would have gotten a cheap thrill from the sensation, but he was a little on edge and the sudden vibration startled him. He didn't have to look at the display to know who it was - Kauffman was the only one who had that number. Shaun nervously unhooked the phone from his belt clip, flipped it open and held it to his ear.

"Hello? No... No... There's been a slight change in plans, sir," Shaun said, glancing across the table. "No, I assure you, the project will be carried out as discussed. Yes... Yes sir... okay... goodbye."

He slammed the phone shut and clamped it back to his hip. "How the fuck did I get into this mess?" he pondered for the hundredth time.

It had been too easy. How powerful sexual attraction can be! I’ve used it to my favor several times in my life, and I knew it could get me off the streets again. But never in my wildest dreams did I think it would get me back here, back to Berlin. But here I was, eating more in this one meal than I had all last weekend in Kiev. Shaun was a nice guy. They usually finish last. I promised myself that he wouldn't get hurt, but I rarely keep my promises, especially the ones I make to myself. I knew the moment he tapped me on the shoulder, asking me if I was all right, that I could make use of this man.

A hot shower and clean hotel sheets...It was nice sleeping in Shaun’s bed last night. Making love to him was a pleasant plus. I saw the look in his eyes as I rubbed the KY into his butt. He was hooked, and I knew if I played this one right, he could be my ticket home. His face was sweet and willing; his eyes told me that I could have my way. I spread his thighs, and he whimpered softly in my ear as I slipped my cock into his asshole. I knew he didn’t want it gentle. I sure as hell don’t give the impression that you could expect gentle from me! I forced my dick in, until my swollen balls slapped on his ass. He gasped, then relaxed and clung to my neck as I pulled his legs up over my shoulders and took him for a ride. His smooth, hairless chest was pressed against the thick mat of black fur that covers my pectorals. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face to mine, my tongue probing deep in his throat as I shot my nut into his gut.

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