Terry O'Reilly

Before the advent of the Internet, men looking to make sexual contact with other men would cruise rest stops, shopping malls, and parks. There they often left messages on the walls of restrooms hoping to meet someone of like interest. Alan Daniels, a young Vietnam veteran, has recently been questioning his sexuality. He takes a chance and writes a note in the john of his local municipal park. Handsome, sensual Tom Clarkson, a college student going to school mainly to avoid the draft, is intrigued by a new message he finds in the park bathroom. Is Tom destined to spend another night indulging in meaningless sex, or could the note lead to something more? Only one way to find out ...

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Tom closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them again, Connor was still there, smiling.


“What do you want?” Tom asked. “Why am I dreaming about you?”


“I’d like to tell you it’s because, despite the way I treated you, you’re still in love with me…but we both know that isn’t true.”


“You got that right,” Tom said. “So?”


Connor sighed. “I came to warn you.”


“What do you know about Alan? You’re a dream.”


“Ah, but I’m your dream, and you know Alan…so therefore I know him,” Connor said smugly. Tom had always hated the snide way Connor had of putting him down. 


“Okay. So, what do you know about Alan that you need to fuckin’ warn me about?” Tom asked, sitting up taller and crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. 


Connor’s smile deepened. “I know you’re in love with him.”


Tom winced at Connor’s using his old nickname. He’d always hated it. It sounded so queer. 


Chapter 27