After another wild weekend with his boys, Jason finds himself in the doctor's waiting room with a burning sensation spreading through his groin. While filling out the necessary paperwork, he sees a gay couple whose affection and obvious love make him feel painfully alone. He can't imagine living with one man, loving only one, for the rest of his life, and part of him wants to intrude on their relationship, insert himself into it if he can.<br><br>Jason's brief encounter with Wesley and Grey Fordham causes him to take an uncomfortable look at his own lonely, promiscuous lifestyle.<br><br>This story isn't romance, though there is a gay couple in it. This story also isn't erotica, though there is graphic language and descriptive scenes of homosexual intimacy. It's more just gay fiction, so if you don't expect an erotic romance, you won't be let down.

While We Wait

rests his head on top of Wesley’s, his nose buried in the boy’s


bleached locks. As Jason watches, his eyes slip closed and the


lines etched into his face begin to fade like pencil marks beneath


an eraser. One hand stays pressed low on his belly, where the pain


must be. His other hand eases between Wesley and the back of his


chair to disappear somewhere in the folds of the boy. A faint smile


crosses the kid’s face and he shifts into a more comfortable


position, his knees parting just enough to tell Jason exactly where


that hand has taken hold. He’s pulled that one himself, many times,


feeling up a stiffening cock through the thin pocket of a pair of


jeans. He thinks of Mr. Fordham’s hand—Grey’shand, the man has a name and


it’s Grey, whatever that stands for, it’s odd and kind of kinky in


a strange way—and he imagines the large knuckles rubbing into his


Jason’s adulterous thoughts, Wesley lets his companion touch him


Chapter 5