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I sat on the bench overlooking Loring Park. The orange glow of sodium-vapor reflected off the snow. The Minneapolis skyline twinkled against the dusk. I knew people were passing on the walk. The busses screeched to a stop on Lyndale avenue, unloading, loading, and then roared away heading downtown. But it was all so distant. Reality swirled around me like the snow and a dream. Only my nightmare, my horror was real.
I looked up. A blond kid in a hoodie under a denim jacket looked at me hopefully. He had on dirty jeans and sneakers. “What?” I asked.
“Anyone sitting with you?”
“Not anymore,” I said.
“Can I have a smoke?” He pointed at my cigarette. I’d forgotten I’d even lit it.
I pulled a pack out of my coat and tapped one out for him. He slid it out and placed it between his lips waiting for me to light it. His hands cupped mine to block the wind as I held the tip of my cigarette against his. He sucked.
He sat back and exhaled smoke into the night. “So you live around here?”
I just submitted my story for the Goodreads M/M Romance Group “Love Has No Boundaries” Story Event. It’s a great social site for folks that like stories about boys who like boys. There are around 10,000 members so it is pretty active. This year over 150 stories are being submitted. They will start being published in June, so sign-up for the group and you can have a lot of fun Man on Man stories to read over the summer. I’ll have my story posted here about a month after it is released on the group. Membership does have its privileges. Below is an excerpt from the story. Let me know if you like it.
People were starting to yell out their car windows. Randy said, “Okay, I’ve got to get off this bridge. I’ll call the cops.”
He looked right at me. “Don’t do anything stupid.” He put the bike in gear.
“Ask for Detective Stan Wolf. He knows us.”
Randy nodded as he pulled away.
I turned and looked down to the water. It really wasn’t that far down. But then, most people probably hadn’t done high diving. I’d gone off the ten meter platform a few times just to show the divers I wasn’t a pussy. But I didn’t know how deep it was. If Jeff survived the fall, what would have happened? What was the tide like here? How fast was the creek? I thought of Jeff’s hard little body getting swept out into the bay. I looked out at the wide expanse of dark water. The bridge was over the mouth of the creek. It formed a little inlet. A rock breakwater ran along the north bank out into the bay. The gulls were circling and fussing at the end. Something white and black moved on one of the larger rocks down by the water.
It was a person. A person was laying on the rock. I looked at the wall of tumbled rocks. There was no walk out that far. No way to get to the point except by a boat or…
I started taking off my clothes. At least I was wearing boxers today. I started breathing heavy to get as much oxygen into my blood as possible. I looked over the railing. There was just a bit of a ledge. It was enough. I wasn’t a good enough diver to be on the diving squad, but I could do it, and I was a damn good swimmer. Actually, I was the best in the state.
I climbed up on the railing. I heard cars honking and screeching to a halt. I lowered myself onto the ledge. Took a few more breaths, and stepped out into nothingness.
Well I’ve been writing like a madman the last few weeks, that’s mostly a good thing. The bad thing is I’m behind in my real life job. But hey the clients really don’t need their websites and videos done right now do they?
I cranked the sort story “The Envelope” and put it up on Smashwords for kicks. It’s really my first thing “published.” Which is kind of weird because it was just a throw-away piece. I just wanted to see if I could crank out a story in one day. I’m a pretty slow writer and the 3,500 words really consumed a whole day. But it was pretty damn rewarding to get something done and out to the public. So far 123 people have downloaded it. Hopefully a good number of those liked it. Someone even left a 4 star review!
Well my story for the GoodReads M/M Love Has No Boundaries event is off to the beta-readers. Hopefully they won’t find too much wrong. I need to get back to my fairy story. Poor Jonas has been out in the woods wanking on that rock for days now. I really shouldn’t leave my characters “hanging” like that.
So I wonder if other writes have awkward situations like I do? I’ve been kind of stuck on the Fairy Falls story. And I thought a change of venue would be a good thing. For some reason the background noise and the power of white chocolate mocha seem to tickle the muses.
I’m at the point in the story where I want to introduce the love interest to our protag. At the moment, I’m thinking he will be partaking of some personal adult behavior on a rather sacred stone when our hero stumbles upon him in the woods. (Yeah I know this sounds like the set-up of 85% of most porn films. I really hope it doesn’t come off that tacky. That’s why I’m kind of stuck on the scene.)
Anyway, I’m trying to get the hero out in the wood when the man I want naked wanking on the rock walks in to Starbucks. It was rather jarring. Now the photo in this post is how I envision Jonas. And the guy standing in line waiting for his latte doesn’t look exactly like the guy in the photo, but close enough that it is captivating, er, distracting. I kind of want to see if he moves and interacts like I imagine Jonas to. A photo is great but studying a real live person is so much more informative.
And this is where the awkward part comes in. How long can you look at a stranger before it becomes all stalker-creepy like? You begin to hear real life dialogue like, “Hey man, that old guy over there with the laptop is really perving on you.”
You could offer up that you are doing research. But then you might have to disclose what the research is for. Is it socially acceptable to say, “I was just wondering what you’d look like laying naked on a big rock in the middle of the woods masturbating?”
Would the police be moved by the plea, “It’s okay, I’m a writer.”?