Following an over-the-top all gay tour of Europe, Paul settles into his career where he is given free rein to turn rundown properties into gold mines. Thinking outside of the box, he deviates from the norm a little and transforms a desolate place far from the beaten path into a gay resort. With a staff that includes two French hustlers he met in Rome, a blond haired blue eyed Nordic god as a bartender who knows all the right moves, as well as additional staff ready to serve in any capacity, a website where reservations are made at the simple click of a pine tree icon, not to mention the all important lover that Paul met in Europe, NEVADA PINES is born. The premier resort for a romantic weekend, a brief getaway for a night to enjoy the amenities, a discreet hook-up, or a menage with many possibilities, but always classy, NEVADA PINES welcomes you!!
I was approached by two men who asked if I would be so kind as to take their picture. They were both very good looking and while neither would ever be considered as a model for the cover of a physical fitness magazine, they had the most penetrating brown eyes and the longest eyelashes I had ever noticed. When I agreed, they handed me a camera and wrapped their arms around each other’s waist. I snapped but the flash didn’t fire. They quickly fixed the problem and resumed their pose. This time everything worked perfectly. We chatted briefly and I told them I was from California and here having a good time before starting work.
Evidently the term “having a good time” triggered something because they asked if they could be part of a good time.
“What do you mean?” I naively asked.
“Un ménage a trios,” said the one. I checked them out for a few minutes and felt that I would be totally safe, as I was much stronger than they, but I decided against it. Then I saw them pull the same camera routine on three other guys with no success. They were quite good at hustling. It was a unique ploy. As I sat there sipping my coffee, I got to thinking how erotic it would be having two guys at the same time.
Mustering up the rest of my forgotten French, I hollered, “Garcon, ici!”
They ignored me at first, until I pulled out my wallet. They sauntered over slowly, knowing the fish was on their hook. “Hotel Central,” I said.
“Wow” said the quiet one.
When we got to the hotel room, they wasted no time shedding their clothes, and then they began to undress me. It was like a synchronized water ballet the way they moved. When we were done and showered, and the finances taken care of, Philippe seemed eager to depart, but the quiet one refused to get dressed. He flopped back on the bed. “I want more,” Pierre responded in English for my benefit. I obliged. Philippe stood watching for a few minutes and then he came over, climbed on the bed and simply said, “No charge this time.”
Wednesday was the day. Bill was coming. I put clean sheets on the bed, knowing full well they would be destroyed by the next morning. I tidied up everything. I dusted, I vacuumed, I washed, I wiped, I scrubbed. And then it was off to the airport. We were at the terminal by 7:00 p.m. with an hour to wait, which turned into two hours since the plane was held up in Salt Lake City by a severe thunderstorm. I knew the travel gods were teasing me on purpose, increasing my frustration at waiting to see my beloved. But finally there he was – live and in person. I couldn’t wait to get my arms around him in a hug. Right there in the airport, he planted the biggest kiss he could on my lips, and it felt wonderful.
Bill might have been exhausted from eighteen hours of air travel, but he never showed it for a moment. He was as hot for me as I was for him. Barely was the hotel room door closed and a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign hanging on the outside doorknob before the buttons on my shirt went flying across the room as he literally ripped my shirt open. It was pure animal lust between the two of us.
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Daniel is young, confident, gay, and fascinated by the wolf, feeling that the animal is a reflection of himself. After losing his boyfriend, the alpha in their relationship, he craves a new alpha and finds Patrick, a handsome thirty year old, at club Trade. When Daniel begins working at the club, he meets a flirtatious blond who introduces him to his world, the unfamiliar world of the furry. Bringing Chad into his relationship with Patrick, Daniel carefully navigates the intricacies of an ongoing threesome while delving deeper into a world he fears, yet feels that he belongs.
Daniel looked into the mirror and liked what he saw: the short hair and angular all-American face as his lean muscles dripped water from the hot shower. The mirror never lied, and that night it told him by reflection that he was hot. Absently, he ran a finger across his smile to feel the teeth below it and stopped at a canine. Playfully, he growled at his image and ran the same hand down his lanky body. He brought his gaze back up to his dark short hair and dark eyes: an animal’s eyes. He wondered if he could have been a wolf in another life and he smiled at the idea of having run naked in the primordial woods. “This time will be different,” Daniel exhaled. He shut out the image of Dean before it overwhelmed him: handsome and blond, dominant and strong, leaving him here all alone for a ship at sea. A cool smile spread across Daniel’s lips. “I will find me a new Alpha.”
The man was a little taller than his own six feet, a little older by about ten years, and Daniel was caught by the man’s brown appraising eyes, barely visible from the long bangs parted to the side.
Intense desire emanated from the man. “What’s your name?”
“Daniel,” Daniel bit his lip, “and yours?”
Daniel curled his lip in an unconscious manner. “What are we doing after this?”
In pure confidence, Patrick moved closer. Daniel felt intimidated and he liked it.
“Taking you home.”
Patrick’s loft was a conversion of two separate apartments, neatly arranged and antiseptic. Daniel, regardless of his initial discomfort, strutted in and eyed the furniture, aware that he was being watched.
“Do I make you nervous?”
“Nah, I’m just…”
“Thinking about your boyfriend?”
Daniel laughed, “No. He went off and left me; not for somebody else, but for the Navy.”
Patrick’s eyes hardened, curious to figure out the guy he had picked up. “Are you really cool with this?”
“You’re the Alpha, you tell me.” Daniel stepped closer and felt the body heat pass between them.
“Alpha,” Patrick was perplexed.
Daniel continued, “I’ve always been fascinated by the wolf pack.”
“I can be your Alpha.”
Images of running naked through the night woods filled Daniel’s excited head. He wanted to say more but could not find the words. “I’m fine with that. I can be a good Beta.”
Dean had returned and was his alpha once again. His apartment was rigid and clean, Navy-neat in efficiency. Daniel cooked, cleaned, and serviced his man in every way possible. Nothing mattered except for his sailor. In a short time, Daniel had lost his connection to his wild side and was completely domesticated. All of his belongings had been left behind in a whim when he walked out on his old life. Nothing he used was his, from the game he played to the clothes he wore. He felt that he too was property of his alpha, and the idea comforted him. Dean had tamed him and he gladly took his place as a beta and settled into an isolated routine. Daniel briefly glanced at his blond master, catching his blue green eyes. They were so like the ocean and just as hypnotic with their pull. The one thing that haunted him was that the animals were still in his head waiting in the dark for the right moment to pounce.
Out of the blue, Dean said he had to go back out to sea, back to the boat where the Navy called him to service. The talk with Patrick on the phone shortly after had been terse. But with the change of events, it was Daniel’s only real option. So he had to tuck his tail between his legs and beg for a place to stay.
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The son of a general, Trent Green is the only one in his family not on a fast track military career, so he does the only thing he knows he will be a success at and joins the Corp, where he literally falls into the lap of the man of his dreams. Noah Wilson is sweet, honorable, and takes Trent’s heart with his blazing smile. Noah is also part of a religious sect that lives simply…very simply, with no electricity, no television, no dirty movies, and a lot of rules. Trent hopes that the two of them can make something happen; that is, until the ‘accident’ which keeps him constantly broke, with no money to see a base run movie, much less pay his bus fare to Noah’s duty station. When a conniving bartender offers Trent the chance to make some fast and easy (easy with BIG strings attached…) money, the young Marine finds himself in a seedy business, with no foreseeable way out.
“Language, Marine, language!” Noah Wilson, who was bobbing in the water far, far below me, yelled. “Just JUMP!” he shouted again, smacking his hands against the flat water he was treading.
The constant swearing was the one thing about the Marines that Noah had trouble with. I had been raised around it, so I was used to it. I wasn’t afraid of anything – bullets, bad guys, witches with buckets of water. I was just amazingly happy right then, standing on the edge of a huge rock quarry buck naked on a spectacularly sunny day, looking at the man I was falling in love with. Noah’s grin made of moonbeams and lightning bolts sent a thrill down my spine every time I saw it. Plummeting toward the water and Noah, I could not remember a time when I was happier. Knifing into the cold water next to him, I went deep into the cold clear water before turning and kicking toward the surface, breaking the water not far from him.
I’m Trent Green, Gay Marine, Private First Class, a step above being a private, but a long way from my father’s rank of general. I didn’t join the Corp to be hyper masculine to cover my gayness, and although it’s alright to be out in the military now, I wasn’t naïve enough to walk into the recruiter’s office wrapped in a rainbow flag. I joined the Marines because I had been around the Corp my entire life. My brothers and I were raised as Devil Pups, sons of a career Marine. The old man was a general with two stars hanging on his collar. He blew a gasket when I told him that I, the son of General Nathanial Green, had joined up like a regular guy instead of taking officers candidate training, but I wanted to be a ground Marine first. It took the old man awhile to come around. The general tended to get what he wanted, and I have to give him some credit. As a middle child, I was the most difficult for him, I’m certain. I can be headstrong, willful, and impulsive. I threw a fit and wore pink tennis shoes for half of the year when I was in the third grade and once the general stopped making comments about my footgear, I stopped wearing them. A lifetime spent in boarding schools with a military theme had given me a lot of useless information that from time to time did come in handy. I can short sheet any bed in less than three minutes, make anyone wet the rack with a pan of warm water, and I am a master at the old hand-full-of-shaving-cream-then-tickle-their-nose routine. I also know how to make a stink bomb that could clear a campus. I know exactly where to put a dead fish in the heat ducts just before finals, and I have a dozen or so easy-to-put-together-from-readily-available-products that can, without taste or smell, induce sleepiness, vomiting, diarrhea, and one that will tint skin green.
“I root for the underdog. St. Louis has always been my team,” Noah said, his sexy grin all but hypnotizing me.
Taking his hand, I gave him my name, and well, was pretty much hooked. Noah was cute, funny, smart, and his total lack of self was captivating to me. I went home with him on leave. Of course, I would have followed him into the mouth of hell or into a Republican convention if it meant being with him.
My time with Noah couldn’t have been better. We did chores on the farm, took horseback rides, skinny dipped, and got to know each other…likes, dislikes, and we learned each other’s bodies like roadmaps. I could read him like Braille and cherished every second our skin was touching. I had fallen in love with him. I knew it was fast, but the heart wants what it wants. At the time, making a promise to be together seemed the most natural thing in the world, and I was more than willing to try and make it work, but that was before the ‘accident.’
“There’s this guy in town who runs a sort of business involving Marines.”
I fell off of a turnip truck, but not yesterday. He didn’t need to paint a big colorful picture of what he meant, but I had to ask a few basics.
“You mean interviews about Marine life, history, that kind of stuff?”
Jordan grinned at me. “Well, he does ask a lot about barracks activities and Marine life in general,” his grin came back. “He likes uniforms, both dress and work. What happens after that is up to you.” His grin went even wider. Pulling a business card from his pocket, he slid it across the table to me. It was for a bar in town, one of the gay bars everyone knew about. With a knowing smile and a shrug, he watched me pick up the card. “This guy is a bartender there…name’s Keith. Everybody there knows him and can hook you up. He gets you to the guy who does the actual work.”
“What do you get out of this?”
“Smart Marine. You’ll do well and go far,” Jordan said as he took another slug of beer. “It’s a business with this guy…a big business. The more you do, the more work you get. Some guys become favorites and do a lot because of that. Some he just likes. The money is good and the work is fast. Hell, it beats training all day.”
I was around hot guys all of the time, but Noah was the only one I wanted.
“Give Keith that card. It’s got my name on it so I get credit. No doubt they’ll want to use you, though. You’re hot, all American,” the M.P. said with a sly grin.
Our meeting ended after the second beer. I walked slowly back to the barracks, my mind reeling as I tried to sort out my feelings. I loved Noah, but a little action, while probably still not okay, seemed acceptable enough for me to live with.
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North Carolina painter Evan Phelps and his ex-lover Frank own a small art shop in the beach town of Manteo. When four friends encounter car trouble one day and seek help from Evan, the painter finds an unexpected muse in the much younger Sterling. He is gorgeous and Evan cannot stop thinking about him and painting images of him in various erotic poses. When Sterling comes to him for serious sexual advice, an unlikely relationship begins between the mature Evan and the much younger Sterling, a virgin in anticipation of his first sexual experience. Sterling’s buddy Jordan, in sharp contrast, is very sexually active and led around by one particular part of his anatomy, like a carrot in front of a donkey. When Evan’s career begins to take off, the adventures begin, leading Evan and his young paramour to a place neither has been.
A solo of Sterling in his partially aroused stage literally commanded to be first. He began with the head with its roundish shape and long wavy black hair partially covering his ears and draping haphazardly across his forehead. Green eyes, a cute pug nose and a thin black mustache atop a pleasant smile completed the face. Next came his broad shoulders and a well defined chest as well as the stomach, hard but not overly muscled (probably the result of hard work and not a gym regimen). He stretched the arms out so that the hands were holding onto the banister of the deck. He finished it off with the top three inches of a pair of white jeans. He decided against going further with that part which was etched in his memory. It was midnight when he shut off the bedroom light and crawled into bed. As he lay there in the darkness, a vision of Sterling was conjured in his mind. Evan finally fell into a deep sleep, and there was Sterling again, standing in the kitchen doorway, and as naked as truth should be, he advanced toward Evan and planted a kiss on his lips as his hands roamed Evan’s back. Evan woke suddenly and found that he was totally aroused. None of his subjects had ever dominated his mind and fantasies before.
“So tell me,” Frank said. “Who’s the new love in your life?”
“What do you mean?”
“Eight paintings of the same model. The last time you went on a painting binge like this, all of the paintings were of me and that was back when we had just graduated from college eleven years ago.”
Evan explained that he had only met Sterling for an hour and about the car being stuck in a sand dune.
“Well, this new fixation of yours is producing some of the finest work you’ve done in years. We’re talking about the $200 price range.”
The next Friday after painting like a demon, Evan delivered two more of Sterling, plus several of the foursome and some seascapes and one of the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse in the background with Sterling in the foreground waiting to climb it. He even did one of Paul standing in his kitchen doorway when he first revealed Junior in full glory, although he felt that nudes were not his forte.
“Wow” was all Frank could say when he saw Paul. “Is that thing real or did you go about enlarging it?”
“He said it was eleven and a half inches. I didn’t measure it, but I would have.”
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Soldiers live in close quarters day and night. A natural result is the occasional conflict, which can usually be quickly resolved. The trouble with Connor Harris and model sexy Myles Jace is never resolved even after a quick thinking drill instructor tries to use their differences as a learning tool, an experiment that ends badly and widens the rift between the men. Connor and Jace are pushed to help each other in the most challenging of ways throughout this romance set against a backdrop of modern war.
I had never picked up a hitchhiker, but I figured I could take on any trouble that might come my way. A cute little blond named Norman slid into the passenger seat next to me, his wicked grin beaming over at me as he said thanks. I hadn’t picked him up for sex but he turned out to be a little blond lifeboat who could fold himself around me like origami. “That was a lotta fun man, gonna miss you,” Norman said while gathering his gear. We were parked across from the main gate of the base I had been assigned to. End of the road for me. The next day I was due to start my duty and was going to rack out early to be ready.
I heard a shower running in back of the latrine, hooked up my towel and gear, and went into a stall. I hadn’t been paying attention to the other shower, caught a glimpse of someone else in the drying area, and stepped out to face my past. The tall guy turned and I prepared to smile, only to find myself looking up into the face of Jace. We both stopped dead still, and time seemed to stop. The last I had seen of him I was being rolled onto a stretcher and he was standing next to me, chest heaving like a charging bull and dripping sweat. He was still breathtakingly beautiful, couldn’t deny that. There was a moment when our eyes met that I saw a flicker of excitement in Jace’s eyes. A tiny faint smile crossed his lips and I thought in that split second that he was going to give me a full on smile, but it stopped short. Tightly cinching the towel around his waist, Jace simply turned and left the shower room.
Luckily, we were too busy most of the time for me to even think of Jace. I did have some buddies by then. One was a smart, foul mouthed guy from the Company next to us. He had the laugh of a demon, the smile of a swindler, and the charm of a snake handler. A south Texas rancher, Gil did not know a stranger. Everyone was met with that wide, sun bright grin and a “Howdy.” He was one of those guys who connected everyone, which I of course found endearing, and the fact that he was cute as a bug and built like his muscles had been sewn on like a costume drew me to him even more. The one person who, naturally, was not taken with Gil was Jace. Oh, he tolerated the jokes and shenanigans well enough, but it seemed like he bristled whenever Gil would take a poke at me, no matter how lighthearted or even if it was just teasing.
I began finding my space shared with some kind of livestock everyday – a spider in my bunk before bedtime, a scorpion couple that had decided to check into one of my boots for a little R&R in the morning, and several snakes made their way into my locker. I had no set proof that Jace was behind the placement of any of them desert creatures, but since the fight I did suddenly seem to have more than my share of them invading my space.
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For as long as he can remember, ballet has been Matt’s passion. As he walks along the street feeling rejuvenated and on a high from his first class and from having been admired by a much younger man, he thinks about the night he met Gabe. Gabe was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Their mutual attraction had been instantaneous. Gabe was a find and before Matt knew it they had become lovers. As he continues on his way home, Matt thinks about the man in his dance class and he wonders what the young man could possibly see in a man of his years. Perhaps in becoming a part of the young man’s future, Matt is trying to find redemption from his own past, a past which continues to haunt him.
As he watched Derek’s steps, Matt found the young man’s form sensually stirring. Singularly handsome in repose, Derek became electrifying when he flew across the floor in a series of grand jetes, then like a falcon coming to rest landing noiselessly in a deep plie, his smile radiant. Matt ached to be involved again in a love life more than in day dreams. Derek had assumed a featured role in his recurring sexual fantasies.
In their air-conditioned cabin at water’s edge, they lay naked on the bed with their fingertips idly tracing teasing patterns on each other. Turning on his side, Matt draped his leg over Derek’s stomach and followed the furrows of his ear with the tip of his tongue.
“I feel so relaxed. There’s nothing like a day in the sun and the sea.”
“And an afternoon of sex,” Derek said in a husky, put on voice.
“I don’t know exactly what you might see in an older man…or want for that matter. But whatever it is, I know you’ve done something for me.”
“You’ve stopped the clock…and I’ll do anything in the world for you.”
Derek didn’t respond as he leaned over and gazed into Matt’s eyes, and then without saying anything he kissed him gently on the lips.
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A beautiful five-star resort in the Pocono Mountains is the setting for the grand wedding of sexy Soap Opera star, Ricardo Santiago, and his fiancée. The wedding planner in charge is Madison County, a hefty and outspoken woman, and a fashion disaster in a blue satin blouse tucked into a baggy pair of white linen slacks over blue open-toed wedges. She lurks over her uproarious followers like the Evil Queen from a child’s nightmare. As the many bridesmen arrive, each brings unique drama, with an older man and his boy toy only a sampling of the eclectic mix. The entire resort quickly becomes a media free-for-all with camera crews, television reporters and mobs of parasitic fans slithering about, and one particularly obnoxious reporter eager to uncover the many skeletons in the closets of the wedding couple and stake her claim to media fame. With her sharp eye and even sharper tongue, she hunts the audience like a starving king cobra looking for its prey.
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The front door of T.J. Bookers swung open with a mighty force. The gust of cold winter air toppled the magazine rack near the checkout counter.
“Is it me or are these Twi-hards getting younger and younger every day?” laughed Shannon O’Rourke. “Bring the equipment in, boys. You can set up the cameras when that entire little sideshow leaves.” Shannon snapped her compact shut and smacked the strawberry flavored gloss over both lips. She stood perfectly still, except for her head, which hunted the audience like a starving king cobra looking for its prey. It wasn’t long before the hard-hitting journalist spotted the familiar face of Evan Merck, and released her venom. “Oh look, it’s Twinky Dinky. Where are the rest of the tubbies and your bunk buddy, Father Time?”
“Let me tell you something, Hagatha. I may be a ‘twinky’, but at least my dinky has seen a hell of a lot more action than your old, dried-out, cobweb collector,” Evan retorted.
Evan Merck was an attractive twenty-two-year-old with light red hair and eyes the color of a tropical ocean that he would use to melt the most evil of hearts. The young man benefited from a beautiful smile and a gym fed body which he offered to both the gentlemen and the young ladies.
Madison County rode in the back seat of the Lincoln Town Car hollering into her smartphone at a former client. The hefty woman with her newly processed pink highlights took a deep breath and popped a lemon Jolly Rancher into her mouth. “Why do I always seem to get hired only by drama queens and lunatic lesbians?” Madison vented to the driver. Madison County had a tall stature, with auburn hair highlighted with pink streaks and worn in what could only be described as a crushed beehive. Her oval face and bright red lips rested atop linebacker shoulders. She was carrying a pair of double D’s that she strutted high and proud underneath her dreadful attempt at fashion. Madison wore a blue satin blouse that tied high around her neck tucked into a baggy pair of white linen slacks over blue open-toed wedges. The final nail in the project scumway disaster was the faded blue wool blazer and the fifties styled horn-rimmed glasses that had some guests questioning the true sexuality of the wedding planner.
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A renegade vampire arrives in a small Ohio town bent on destroying a colony of mutant vampires (neither fully vampire nor fully human), which he believes to be an inferior disgrace to the true vampire race. The renegade Volter hopes to expose the mutants by turning the blame for his ensuing bloody rampage upon them, hoping they will be destroyed by the citizens once their identity is revealed. When a local amateur detective and his friends become involved in the fight to eradicate Volter, they discover very quickly that Volter is a formidable force not easily defeated.
Filled with humor, horror, adventure, thrills and chills, this is a vampire story unlike any other.
Volter had major plans for the evening, and he began with the roller coaster called “The Snapper.” He snuck into the back of the ride and positioned himself to leap into the last car as the ride filled. A scrawny high school kid balked at being seated next to Volter, but the ride attendant forced him to sit there. The boy gave Volter nervous glances as the ride got underway. Volter had prepared his little surprise for when the cars reached the very top of the first incline before rapidly plunging below. Arching over the apex was a large lighted sign that read: THE SNAPPER – For the thrill of a Lifetime! Just as the car reached the top, Volter snatched the kid next to him from under the security bar, and with a quick twist snapped his neck. Volter leapt from the car as it hesitated before plunging to its first fall, and strung the body from a light bar extending from the sign, awaiting the next cars of the roller coaster to discover his gruesome trophy.
His next little jest was at “The House of Horrors”, a ride through a dark and spooky haunted house. Volter arrived at the vampire display and he could hear the cars starting out at the beginning of the ride with the screams of the delighted patrons. He hid and waited for the cars to reach his station. As the cars passed and the riders ducked and screamed, Volter reached into the last car and pulled out a pretty blond girl that would fit the dungeon décor to a T. He quickly dispatched her with a bloody rip of her neck, and detached the fake victim from the mechanical vampire. He masterfully inserted his new, and very real, victim to the Fun House Vampire, and waited with great anticipation for the next ride to come by to see how masterfully he had recreated the display.
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Dusty Calhoun, recovering from wounds from a train robbery gone wrong, must leave the Wind River Reservation and catch up to his gang of wild boys before it is too late to save them and the gold. A message of a traitor sets Dusty off to embark on a ride through the west with unexpected encounters and places; where he must decide who he can trust, who his pals really are, and finally put the haunting memories of the Blakely Gang to rest. Dusty knows he never should have let Jake Willowford go on without him after all the hell and high water they have been through together. The time has come to make it right, to see it through and to find his cowboy where the trails end.
Dusty’s eyes flutter and he cannot make out the words but he understands them inside, he sees them on her lips in the dim glow and smiles. The fire returns but it is cool, so cool, over his naked flesh. No one is inside the lodge now. He shivers, the sweat rolling off his skin as his muscles strain. The raw wounds have been covered with more powder and leaves. The warmth returns starting at his loins and slowly spreads throughout his body. Dusty can smell his own scent over the sage, a rich masculine scent of sex, and he is filled with thoughts of desire and of Jake’s touch. The dark hair slicked back, calm brown eyes showing lust and love and Jake’s lithe body so eager to please take Dusty to the limit. Jake is all that matters in Dusty’s mind’s eye. In the semi darkness he feels release without laying a hand on himself and he breathes heavy, feeling the hurt all over again.
The melancholy wail of the train whistle sounds off from down El Paso way where the border and the freedom of Mexico beyond its imaginary boundaries lie. An oasis has been created a few miles outside the Texas town by the recent plentiful rains. Jake Willowford and Frank Ward are skinny dipping in the newly formed watering hole, their clothes, boots and guns stowed away in the saddlebags of their horses. Jake’s bobbing body is tanned from the long ride to the south while Frank’s hide is more burned than brown especially on his shoulders and back. Jake’s dark eyes meet Frank’s lighter ones as both of them tread cool water in the deeper middle. A warm breeze gritty with sand strikes them from the desert surroundings complementing the coolness of the pond.
“Now this is something special.” Jake drifts and relaxes enjoying the cool calming sensation over his bare skin.
“It sure is.” Frank speaks his devious thoughts. “You want to….?”
Jake shakes his head, “Ain’t gonna happen.”
“Trail’s End”, a cowboy/western by David Sharp, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Amazon, Sony, Kobo ebooks, B&N, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.
Separated from the cowboy he loves, Jake must find his way back or die trying, but not alone. Together with the help of his new pal Frank Ward, a farm hand turned robber, they must endure all the dangers and desires of the rough and wild west to the end of the trail or to the end of a rope.
The moon is full overhead, illuminating the campsite with light and shadow from the surrounding trees. A splash and a lower octave voice lure Jake toward the origin of the sounds. Twigs snap underfoot as he walks out the cramps. Pulling back some brush by the shore, he watches as Frank and Cole skinny dip in the lake hidden from plain sight.
Cole grabs Frank and pushes him underwater. Frank lunges up, breaking free, tries to turn the tables and get a hold of Cole, but Cole is stronger and manhandles him into a headlock as he walks him to shore in control. The water drips off their nude bodies, their feet still submerged in the cool lake, and Cole wrestles Frank around in a new position maintaining the headlock but now from behind.
“What cha doin’, Cole?” Frank’s heart beats fast and the butterflies pound his stomach.
“Nothing you don’t want.” He pulls Frank closer, slightly loosening the headlock.
“What the hell is this? Jake stumbles, the dream dripping away, and he tries to cover his manhood with the thin blanket.
He lies in the bed, his shirt off and pants unbuttoned, with a hand holding the only gun he has. “I was only lying down with you, nothing else.” Jake stands up and lets his hand drop, showing off the bulge in his jeans. He finds his body reacting against his will. He drops the sheet in favor of his jeans and finds that they are hard to pull up over a bulge of his own.
“Frank, I can’t, you know that.”
Frank puts his arms around him from behind so he can see their reflection together in the mirror. “One of these days…” He kisses the sweat from Jake’s neck.
Jake exhales and leans back in the moment, lingering before pulling away. “You are trouble.”
“And you are one mighty fine looking man, Jake.”
Jake breathes deeply again and smiles. “Dusty is my world, you gotta understand.”
“Jake’s Tale”, a cowboy/western by David Sharp, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Amazon, Sony, B&N, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.