The old house sat on a low hill, overlooking the river below. It was a large home, gracious, regal, exactly what one would expect of an old southern home. Its brick facade covered the L shape of the house, the shorter wing jutting off the back and remaining mostly hidden from view, with only the odd chimney poking up to give away its presence. Evan's family had lived in this house for generations, it was the family home, where he had been born, raised, and if he had his way, the place he would one day die.
But none of that was on his mind right now. His primary concern as he awoke in the grey dawn hours, was the aching hardon between his legs, and the intense urge to pee. With a groan, he tossed the covers of his large bed aside and rolled. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, running his hands through his dark hair. He sighed as he noticed the sheen of sweat that covered his entire naked body. He hated feeling sticky, and right now, it was bad enough that the light downy covering of dark hair that covered his chest, abdomen, and thickened between his legs. With another sigh, he stood up and stretched. It was going to be another hot day.
He quickly crossed the room, and stepped into the attached bathroom. It was one of the many features of the house that he loved, every bedroom, had its own attached bathroom, a renovation an ancestor had done sometime in the 1920's had installed modern indoor plumbing, clawfoot tubs, and classic fixtures. After hunching over and pushing his hardon downward to pee into the toilet and bracing himself against the wall with his other hand, he groaned as his bladder emptied. Rising up, he glanced at himself in the mirror and took a moment to regard the face staring back at him. The stubble on his cheeks wasn't yet heavy enough for him to worry about shaving, in fact the slight stubble seemed to accentuate his goatee and mustache, giving him a slightly more rugged look, and the dark chocolate brown eyes seemed to smile at anyone who looked at them.
Quickly, he turned on the shower, letting the water run for just a moment to take the chill off before stepping in, and letting the cool water run down his body. He sighed as he relaxed, cooling off. He hated the heat. Glancing down, he once again became aware of the thick seven inches of hard cock between his legs. With a grumble, he wrapped his hand around the base and stroked. It only took a moment before he threw his head back and groaned, his length swelling and releasing a long stream of thick white cum.
Cleaning up, he turned off the shower, and stepped out. Drying took little time, and within the span of a few minutes, he was dressed in khaki's, and a loose blue dress shirt, with brown loafers. As he snagged his glasses off the bedside table, he headed out the door and into the hallway. He pulled his glasses one as he walked down one of the two parallel staircases that graced the foyer of the house. He turned and proceeded through the backroom of the house that they currently used as a music room, complete with a grand piano as the centerpiece of the room. He smiled as he ran his fingers over its smooth curves and hummed on his way into the kitchen.
As he stepped into the kitchen, he was greeted by the familiar smell of his grandmother's biscuits. Even at 68, Evan's grandmother Eva insisted on being up at sunrise, with a pan of her buttery flakey biscuits in the oven for her family to enjoy when they awoke. This morning, he found her sitting at the kitchen island, sipping a cup of jasmine tea, his family's favorite. He smiled and crossed the kitchen and placed a soft kiss upon the top of her grey haired head. With a smile she set her cup down and gestured at the stove. "The biscuits should be done dear," she said, in her soft melodious voice. It was a trait she had passed onto her daughter, and grandchildren. Each was a gifted singer, with soft velvety voices.
Evan grinned and crossed to the eight burner stove with its double ovens. It had been retrofit for gas long ago, and it cooked the best meals in the Louisville area. As he opened one of the ovens, he grabbed one of the heavy kitchen towels to grab and pull the pan out. Twelve gloriously golden biscuits waited on the pan, which he set atop the stove. "Mmmm," he sighed in his soft tenor voice, "You know I love your biscuits, Gram."
"And so do we," said his sister Natalia as she entered the kitchen, their brother Alexander right behind her. Both had similiar features to their older brother, Evan, the same dark eyes, and hair, though Alex's was a shade lighter. At 22, Natalia was in her senior year at the University of Louisville, with Alex, at 20, in his junior year. He'd made it onto the football team this year, and they had a big game coming up next weekend. Alex though, was much taller than Evan, and broader in the shoulders. The running joke in the family was to call Evan the 'baby brother', even though he was 28.
With a chuckle, Evan grabbed five plates from the cupboard and set them on the granite countertop of the island. He never had quite figured out what his grandmother was thinking when she had redone the entire kitchen in white, even if it was beautiful. From the fridge, he grabbed the butter, and two small jars, one of strawberry jam that they had made earlier in the summer, and the other of honey. Sitting them on the island with the plates, he grabbed one, and placed two biscuits on it. Smothering them in butter, he topped one with the strawberry jam, and the other with honey. Taking a seat at the island across from his grandmother, his sister handed him a cup of tea. "So, another exciting day at school for the two of you?"
His sister rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, so exciting."
Alex smirked, and raised his fist into the air. "Go Cardinals."
Evan had finished his biscuits, and was nearly finished with his tea when his mother Alyssa strolled in. She had hair the same shade as Alex's, but the dark eyes all three of her children shared. With a smile, Evan took the last sip of his tea, and stood. He crossed the kitchen and kissed his grandmother's cheek, followed by his mother's. "Off to work."
She sighed and smiled. "Good morning to you too, Evan."
With a laugh, Evan stepped out of the kitchen.
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Evan's office in the hospital was small, quiet, and comfortable. He had a window that looked out onto the courtyard, and a view of the rest of the campus. He hummed softly as he read over the patient reports. As a psychologist, he spent his days counseling the sick, the dying, the injured, and their families. He enjoyed working at University Hospital, especially since he was often able to grab lunch with his brother or sister, and occassionally both. Today, however, had not been such a day. It was unusually hot for September in Louisville, Kentucky, and with the heat came a whole range of health issues. Still, the day was almost over, and he would be glad to head home soon.
As he finished reading the reports, he stood, and grabbing the stack, left his office. It was a short walk to the nurse's station to drop off the files. He was leaning against the counter and chatting with his cousin Amy, who was a nurse, when a soft cough grabbed his attention. He turned to see a man standing behind him. He was shorter than Evan's 5'10, perhaps 5'7, with black hair, a round innocent face, and deep blue eyes. Evan caught himself staring, and cleared his throat.
His cousin Amy just smiled. Evan's preference was no secret, he'd come out to the family years ago, and in true form, their grandmother's response had been "Okay, can you get me a soda?" Still, she knew Evan hadn't been with anyone in at least five years. With a soft smile, she turned her blonde hair and good looks onto the new arrival. "Hello sweetie. Can I help you?"
The man looked around, seemingly confused as he held up a box, one from the local bakery. "Delivery. Its to a..." he glanced down at the slip of paper in one hand, nearly dropping the box.
Instinctively, Evan reached out, catching it, his fingers brushing against the strangers.
The man blushed slightly. "...Sorry." His voice was a shade deeper than Evan's and smooth.
Evan smiled and shook his head. "Not a problem."
As the man reclaimed the box, he continued. "Its to a Mrs. Henderson. Room, 4024?"
Amy nodded. "You're on the right floor." She glanced at Evan and smirked. "Since you're not busy Ev, why don't you show him the way? You know how easy it is to get turned around back there."
Evan chuckled and nodded. "Fine." He smiled at the man and gestured towards the hallway. "Its this way." He turned and headed off, glancing back to ensure that the man was indeed following. "I'm Evan, by the way. Evan Corinth, resident psychologist."
The man sped up just enough to walk beside him, and smiled. "Joshua Hamilton, but everyone calls me Josh. Thanks for leading the way."
Evan smiled. "Not a problem, Josh. Amy's right, its easy to get lost back here." A series of turns and Josh had to agree, he was completely lost. Evan continued talking as they walked. "You must be new in town. I've not seen you around before, and I'm at Shelly's Bakery all the time. My grandmother loves their creampuffs."
Josh blinked. "How did you know where I worked?"
Evan pointed at the box. Its bright purple would stand out in a crowd, and the stylized S.B. was hard to miss. "No one else has a box like that." He chuckled.
Josh blushed again slightly. "Oh." He was quiet the rest of the way until they stopped before a door.
