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

“They’re too damn nosy,” he mutters, flipping the page. Jason


scrawls his signature at the bottom of his own form, then moves


onto the next. More questions—he almost says something but he knows


slowly like water dripping from a leaky tap. The elderly couple


shuffle to a pair of seats close to the nurse’s desk so they won’t


have far to go to return the forms. Behind Jason, the door opens


but shuts again, then opens wide as a woman enters. She’s young,


maybe a few years older than he is, and already has that frazzled


look about her that he’s always associated with his own mother.


This woman holds a bulky baby carrier in one hand while two small


children play hide-and-seek between her legs. The girl in pigtails


can’t be more than five, and her younger brother’s buzz cut leaves


his ears red from the wind outside. “Kids, come on,” the woman


sighs, trying to disentangle herself from the children. “Brenna,


Chapter 6