NEW RELEASE!
The Boy From The Barn - A homosexual friendship between an older and a younger man
This newly published short novel is part 1 of a long narrative called "Loose Leaves".
"Loose Leaves" were originally just that – a collection of stories written over time with no place or natural home in any other novel/story. I have now tied them together in an ongoing storyline and this is episode 1 or Volume I.
This gay short story features a single, divorced man who meets a neighbour, a young man brought up by strict religious parents. This boy's coming of age saga takes the twenty-one year old young man from being a frustrated virgin through his male friendship with an older man, skirting around generational gay taboos.
Will the straight boy seduction be consummated? Is the boy, in fact a gay tease? Or just gay curious?
A virgin, in every sense, due to his religious upbringing, the devastatingly handsome young man does garden labouring for the older man, who despite his attempts to resist, can't help but indulge in some gay boy seduction. Will the boy lose his virginity to his girlfriend or to the older, experienced man?
For those who wonder about these things, there was a real" boy from the barn". He was a very lovely boy who lived in a barn conversion house. He was devastatingly handsome and eager to please!
Extract:
I couldn't believe that this handsome boy, this young man was still a virgin due to religious dogma. I felt sorry for him. It didn't seem he shared his parents’ puritanical streak. He enjoyed a joke, even at the expense of his religion and he seemed to enjoy and understand sexual jokes and innuendo.
I found myself just watching his graceful athleticism rather than work on my accounts. Roger Tucker soon had the lawn mown. He tidied up the cable and swung it back over the flower bed and I pretended to be watching my computer screen instead of him.
"Want me to put it away, Mr Marshall?" He said respectfully and I squinted up in the evening sunlight at his naked chest, just three feet away. No, I did not want him to put his lovely chest away! Up closer, I could see that between two smooth pectoral muscles, the boy glistened with fine sweat. On top of each large pec he had button hard nipples. His rib cage was tight with a fine six-pack and his skin was golden and smooth.
Above his low-lying jeans belt there was an inch wide line of dark brown hair up to his belly button, which was dimpled gorgeously. His stomach looked firm and strong. His belt hung so low that you could see the curve if his tummy and the start of his hips at the side. Just below his belt buckle, the front of his jeans showed a fine manly bulge. I couldn't stop looking him up and down! "The lawnmower?" he stopped my inspection.
The other volumes will be published in due course; meanwhile, I hope you enjoy reading this story.
