Sebastian

A previous version of this book was published as Christian & Sebastian Fall in Love. The basic premise of the story remains the same, though some major plot points have been changed. An additional 20,000 words have been added to this new version. SEBASTIAN When your wildest fantasies come to life. Chris Preacher is my idol, my inspiration, my reason for becoming a camboy. He is a legendary adult entertainer, and the last place I expect to run into him is at my new gym, working as a personal trainer. From the moment we lock eyes, our chemistry is hot enough to burn. I’m drawn to him like a moth to a flame and it feels like we were meant to cross paths. Only one video—that’s all we agree to do. But as we work together, he becomes so much more than just a silly teenage crush. He’s the missing piece I never knew I needed. Fate brought us together and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him. Sebastian is an age gap, nerd/jock, feel-good MM romance between an industry veteran dipping his toe back into the game and an anxiety-ridden workaholic. Expect camera-melting sex, candle-lit dinners, gentle hand caresses, and endless staring into each other’s eyes. Sebastian is the first book in The Camboy Network series and can be read as a stand alone. SEBASTIAN THE CAMBOY NETWORK BOOK 1 LINDEN BELL Copyright © 2023 by Linden Bell All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Cover Design: Cate Ashwood Content Warning: anxiety attacks, career-related burnout. Created with Vellum CONTENTS Sebastian Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 EPILOGUE THANK YOU ABOUT LINDEN BELL ALSO BY LINDEN BELL CHAPTER ONE SEBASTIAN Mars Fitness smells the same as every other gym I’ve ever been in. I’m not sure why I was expecting something different. A gym is a gym after all, right? But I’ve heard so many good things about this place that I thought maybe it would smell like a garden or a spa or something. Nope. Sweaty men still smell like sweaty men, even if they’re gay. Mars is just one of a few gyms I’m visiting and to be honest, it’s pricey enough that it’s not really in the running. I really only use my gym membership when the weather is crap outside and when I get the odd compulsion to lift some weights. Otherwise, I’ve got my daily Yoga with Adriene routine and my three-mile runs every other day, and they’re more than enough to keep me camera-ready. “Hi there, Sebastian, is it?” The big buff guy smiling at me is wearing a Mars Fitness t-shirt that looks like it’s been painted onto his muscles. I can practically count the number of abs on his stomach and it takes me a minute to drag my eyes back up to his face. “I’m Beau,” he says with a southern accent that makes me think of Gone with the Wind. “I’m one of the owners here at Mars Fitness. Let me show you around.” I follow Beau past the front desk and into a large space packed with exercise machines. They aren’t brand spanking new, but they look well-maintained. “So, Sebastian, are you currently a member of a gym?” Beau asks. “I just canceled it, actually,” I explain. “The place is falling apart, a lot of the staff have left, and I didn’t feel like I was getting my money’s worth.” Beau nods like he’s heard the story before. “I completely understand. We pride ourselves on providing quality equipment. Anything that breaks down usually gets fixed within a day or two and everything gets sanitized overnight.” He points to the wet wipe dispensers mounted all over the place, then takes me to the free weights area. Next to it is a small alcove with two massage tables. One of them is free but the other has a guy lying on his back. A staff member in a Mars t-shirt has the guy’s leg raised and is pushing it toward his chest in a stretch. Something about that staff member makes me look twice. He looks familiar for some reason, but I don’t know anyone who works at a gym. I definitely don’t know anyone who works at Mars. The personal trainer puts the guy’s leg down and walks around the table for the other leg. As he rounds the foot of the table, I catch a glimpse of his face and gasp. My heart stutters to a stop, then launches back to life in double time. I know that guy. I know that face, those shoulders, those thighs. I had his picture taped to my bedroom wall—and a not-safe-for-parents version hidden in my underwear drawer. I used to jack off to him almost every night. He’s the reason why I do what I do now. “All our personal trainers are certified and they re-up their qualifications every year. We always end a training session with a personalized cooldown and stretch.” That’s nice, Beau, but how much is just the personalized cooldown and stretch? Or better yet, how much for Chris Preacher to warm me up and then cool me down? Because if that’s available, then sign me up! When did he become a personal trainer? I don’t know why I’m surprised. He retired from doing porn a bunch of years ago and kind of vanished off the face of the earth. I’ve tried looking him up every once