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.
Dylan’s watching the ball game when his old friend Caleb phones. It’s only an hour later, when he’s sitting in some club with a twenty-buck cover charge, stomach rumbling, when he realizes maybe that wasn’t the right Caleb after all. The funny thing is, his new drinking partner Caleb’s friend Dylan hasn’t shown up either. A short (and hot) story of gay romance.
Robby, or Robin as he decides to call himself, has had three girlfriends in his lifetime—and a crush on one guy, years before. He’s just desperate enough to try anything, once. But in the singles game, finding a man is ten times harder than finding a woman. To his surprise, he has done just that. Even more to his surprise, when he shows up at Ed’s for the first time, there are a couple of other cute guys sitting there. Ed’s a good listener, and has taken it upon himself to indulge Robin’s fantasy. What’s even more surprising is that Ed has a daughter, who must be one of the most beautiful women in the world.
A short story of gay erotica with a twist.
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.
Other than the cancer thing and getting over recent chemotherapy, James is having a pretty uneventful life when he gets sick of it all and chucks it for an RV just outside of North Bay. A handyman with a dominant streak and a certain naiveté on his own part lands James flat on his back in a situation where he can't even scream. A short story of gay romance and erotica by Harold C. Jones.