Harold C. Jones does professional landscape design and is an avid sports fan. He started writing as a hobby. He began taking it seriously when he realized he had something to say. His work has helped him to come to terms with himself, or perhaps explore himself would be more accurate. Harold believes that homo-erotica is valid as literature, and that it can be written in such a way that real stories of real people takes precedence over mere prurience, and still be a hot read.
Dwayne needs his job at the plant, but Quinn is all over him like a dirty shirt. It’s a small place dominated by working class machismo, and people do talk. A little respect, a little consideration might go a long way. Dwayne shouldn’t have to punish people, or teach them a lesson for being idiots. But if Quinn grabs him one more time, Dwayne’s not quite sure what will happen. A short story of gay romance.
It’s a beautiful day in the California sunshine. Craig is roller-blading along the boardwalk when he takes a sudden spill. Robert, pumping iron nearby, comes to his rescue. It is only when Robert invites him for a weekend in the desert that the ambiguity gets to be too much. The thing to do is to provoke him—just a little. It’s the only way they’re going to get any answers. A short story of gay romance.
It’s a coming of age moment for Herman and his friend Flynn. It’s a hot night, and they’re two young guys cruising in a borrowed car. When they come across the beautiful Mickie, a picture of American loveliness, old enough to get beer and everything, certain issues must be confronted. A short story of gay fiction by Harold C. Jones.