Meeting the Man in the Mirror

Here’s a sneaky peak at Mirror Man, my forthcoming short read from Pride Publishing.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, noticing that his cock was semi-erect. He tried to remember what he had been dreaming about. Obviously, something had excited him.

He looked for his dressing gown in the darkness. It should have been hanging on a hook fixed to the door. He stood and padded across the room, thick carpet soft against his bare feet. He thought about the cold kitchen floor and wished he had slippers. 

As he reached the door, he groped for the main light switch, but that too failed to illuminate the room. So, there had definitely been a power cut. He considered just getting back into bed. He didn’t need a glass of water that desperately. But something spurred him on, and he stepped out onto the landing. From here, he could see straight down the stairs into the living room. There was a light glowing down there. Alfie tried to work out where it could be coming from as he descended the stairs, which were drenched in shadows but not completely shrouded in darkness because of the strange illumination coming from the lounge.

When he arrived at the foot of the stairs, he saw immediately where the light originated. The glass of the gilt-framed mirror was glowing like a TV screen, and there was a face staring directly at Alfie.

“Jesus!” Alfie gripped hold of the bannister to steady himself. 

The face that looked out of the mirror was that of a handsome man in his late thirties, maybe early forties, with long dark hair falling around his chiseled features. He fixed his vibrant green eyes on Alfie. For a moment, Alfie just stared back, his mind racing to make sense of what was happening. He was dreaming—that was the obvious explanation—but he’d never had a dream this vivid before. 

As the man in the mirror continued to stare, Alfie became aware of his own nakedness. And, despite his confusion and shock, he grew hard. 

“Alfie,” said the man, and his voice was dark and rich. Alfie recognized it as the voice he’d heard the previous afternoon when he had been dozing in the chair. “Alfie, come closer to the mirror so I can see you better.”

As he spoke, the man seemed to rise up so that not just his face but also most of his body was visible. He was dressed in a highly patterned shirt that was unbuttoned almost to his navel, revealing a smooth, toned chest and stomach. He looked like the hero, or villain, from one of the 1970s horror films Alfie loved so much—although Alfie couldn’t recall any of those characters being as beautiful as this man. His cock stirred as he took a step toward the mirror.

“That’s right,” said the man, “Come closer, close enough for me to smell you.”

Alfie edged closer, stroking his own chest and stomach. This was so vivid. He wanted to climb into the mirror, have the stranger embrace him, kiss him and eventually fuck him.

The man in the mirror unbuttoned his shirt so that his entire upper body was revealed, defined and taut. He too began to stroke himself, his hand resting just above the waistband of his trousers.

“Do you want me to undress?” he asked.

“God, yes,” whispered Alfie.

Slowly the man began to unzip the fly on his gray trousers.This can’t be real, thought Alfie, reaching his hand down to touch his hard-on. And it was as if the thought triggered something. He heard a buzzing in his head, then a rushing sound like wind through a tunnel and the sense of being tugged backward. There was a moment of complete darkness, then he was opening his eyes to a bedroom bathed in early morning sunlight. 

If you want to read more, here’s where you can buy it.



First For Romance

Published by Samuel King

Samuel King is London born and bred, and spent his twenties and thirties hanging out on the London gay scene, mixing with some true characters and even finding romance on a few occasions. Now more likely to be found eating in a nice restaurant on a Saturday night than clubbing, he also enjoys reading across many genres, and watching films—especially old horror films and romantic comedies. His erotic male/male tales are available direct from the Pride Publishing website and most online retailers.

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