Final Chapter of Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks

Well it’s finally here, the last chapter of Lariats and Lacrosse Stick is posted to Gay Authors, Literotica and Nifty. Gay Authors is already available.

I hope you enjoy it. This last chapter certainly seemed to take a long time to come together.

Also keep an eye on the website for the beginning of a new serial story called “Double Trouble”. For those of you who have been long time readers, this will be the final of the Wrangler Butt series as we follow two new dads through their trials with a set of precocious twins.

Happy Reading!

Controller: Chapter 31

Wednesday Briefs

Another week, another flash!

I hope you enjoy this weeks story. Be sure and check out the other authors listed at the end of this chapter.

Chapter 31

Eli sat quietly staring into space, idly flipping the game controller from one hand to the other. He’d been in this mood for the past several hours, ever since we got home from visiting Michael. He’d said very little on the drive home either. The silence wore on me but I wasn’t certain how to handle it. The visit to Michael had thrown Eli into a deep funk.

As I sat and tried to come up with a way to get him out of his depression, Eli began to talk. “You know, that could have been us. We haven’t been all that careful lately.”

I shook my head. “No. There’s one big huge difference between Michael and us. We haven’t been sleeping around.”

Eli glared at me. “You look. I’ve seen you look.”

“Well, shit! I’m not dead. I’ve seen you check out a butt or two. It’s not just me.”

The tension built for a few moments, then Eli seemed to deflate as he let out his held breath. “Okay, looking isn’t cheating. I guess you’re right. And just because I look doesn’t mean I want to jump in bed with the guy,”

I waited for a minute to make sure Eli had calmed down. “Exactly. I haven’t been with anyone else. You made it pretty clear how you felt about cheaters.”

“I hate to be lied to, and cheating is the worst kind of lie as far as I’m concerned. And look at Michael, now he’s HIV positive. Fucking idiot.”

I lifted my eyebrows. “I’m a fucking idiot?”

Eli finally turned to me and smiled. “No! Michael is the idiot. You are my hot boyfriend who could get anyone he wanted..”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Being your boyfriend doesn’t mean I won’t be stupid, and I don’t want anyone else.”

Eli leaned over and tapped my cheek playfully. “I’ll cut ya, man.”

I grinned back at him. “Yes, I know.”

Eli walked to me and sat down. He wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned his head against my shoulder. “You want to go get something to eat? I’m starved.”

“Sure. There’s a new place near campus.”

“The Thai place? That sounds good.”

Eli looked around, sprinted to the bathroom, and closed the door. I heard drawers open and close for a few moments then the sound of Eli peeing. I leaned against the wall and chuckled. “You know, I’ve seen it before. And a lot closer than from across the room.”

The door opened and a slightly red faced Eli appeared. “I know, I know. But sometimes I need a little privacy.”

I wondered since Eli is one of the least private guys I’ve ever been around. At least with me. But I didn’t want to press the issue. I frowned when Eli pulled on a hoodie, with his shorts and tee. “You know, it’s not that cold out. And…” I motioned to the shorts and jacket combo.

Eli grinned, seeming to relax a little. “This is perfect. Let’s go eat, I’m starved.”

I knew something was up, but decided this wasn’t the time to play twenty questions. By the time we left the apartments, Eli was as hyperactive as I’d ever seen him. When we covered the distance to the restaurant, he was ready to do a parkour run. When we were seated, his foot was moving faster than Thumper.

“Eli, what’s crawled up your ass. You’re acting a little freaky.”

Eli slammed to a halt and grinned. “Nope, everything’s fine. I’m just looking forward to something other than the food court stuff.”

Before I could come up with a response, the waiter arrived. Eli wanted to try some new dishes and we ended up trying several things we’d never had before, including some that left my mouth singed and sweat beading on my forehead. I finished the last bite and smiled at Eli. “That was good. We’ll have to come back again.”

Eli glanced out the window at the gathering nightfall then back at me. “Let’s get some dessert. I hear the mango sticky rice is delicious.”

I shrugged and sat back as Eli ordered dessert for both of us. By the time we had finished, night had fallen and there was a trail of blue pools of light along the campus walkways.

As we walked through the quiet grounds, Eli reached over and took my hand in his. The simple gesture brought me a great deal of comfort, Eli had that effect on me lately. Just thinking about him would make me smile so much that people asked what I was pulling.

We’d reached one of the most secluded parts of the walk and Eli pulled me to a stop. He reached up and caressed my face with a dreamy look in his eyes. “I love you, Nate.”

My body began to shake as all sorts of emotions bubbled up inside me. “I love you too, Eli. What’s going on?”

Eli dropped to one knee in front of me, and grabbed my hand. His other hand fished inside the pocket of his hoodie and after a few moments he pulled out a small box. He looked back at me and flipped the box open with his thumb. Our eyes locked and I could see a tear trickle down his face.

“Nate, will you marry me?”

My legs started to shake and I thought I was going to puke. “Oh, fuck…”



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Release Day!

Cover for Crossfire ebook

Hello Everyone!

Well, the bad news is, no new chapter of Controller this week, but the good news is, fanfare please, Crossfire is released today. In honor of the release I am also a guest, complete with interview, on Raine O’Tierney’s Hat Party (yes, that’s me under the hat).

Crossfire is part of the Men in Uniform anthology from Torquere Press. There’s lots going on in this story, I hope you will enjoy it.

~ Jon ~



Rick Anthis, a forty-five year old veteran of the Colorado State Police, and his husband, Gabriel Thorkelson, a deputy sheriff in a nearby county, enjoy the peace of their suburban Boulder home. Until three gunshots rip through the tranquil neighborhood and Rick witnesses the kidnapping of his buddy, eight year old Jacob.

The clues are sparse until Gabe reminds Rick of something Jacob had said. Rick has a starting point. He and his CSI team locate the remote hideout, only to find the the kidnappers are gone, and Gabe is missing too.


Excerpt from Crossfire.

Rick dried the last dish and handed it to Gabriel to put away. Gabriel settled the last plate into the white cabinets. He loved their house and the quiet, older neighborhood it was in. He hoped Mark and Rachel could work out their issues, keeping Jacob in the forefront.

Rick put his hand around Gabriel’s slender waist. He’s as sexy as he was in college. Damn just being next to him makes me randy. Releasing Gabriel, Rick folded the dishtowel carefully and laid it beside the sink. “Supper was great. You’re a damn fine cook.”

Gabriel snickered and spun to pop Rick with a wet towel. “It should taste good. Your mother gave me herbs from her garden the last time we visited.”

“Mom’s just trying to fatten me up. I’m kind of skinny for a forty-three year old Greek man.”

The towel snapped against Rick’s butt again and he grabbed at it. Gabriel danced away, his face lit with delight. “Where does that leave me?”

Rick swept Gabriel up and kissed him. “It leaves you in my arms, just where you should be.”

Rick paused as he remembered the note in his pocket. Leaving his hand on the small of Gabriel’s back he reached in his shirt pocket and fished out a small piece of yellow paper. He gripped it between two fingers and dangled the sheet in front of Gabriel.

“Speaking of, I found another note in my lunch.”

Gabriel studied the symbols on the page as if he’d never seen them. “Huh, what do you think that means?”

Rick smiled. “I know what it’s meant the last dozen times I found one in my lunch.”

“Really? And what was that?”

“It meant I was going to be exhausted the whole next day.”

“You don’t say. Let me see that.” Gabriel took the paper from Rick’s hand and appeared to study the content. “Looks like Native American symbols. Hmm, maybe ‘bear’ and ‘hunt’.” He smiled at Rick with a glimmer in his eyes. “Are we going on a bear hunt this fall?” Gabriel reached up and tugged on the short hair coming from the top of Rick’s T-shirt. The slight touch shifted his libido into high gear.

He nuzzled his face against Gabriel’s throat and sighed at the spicy fragrance that curled through his nostrils. Rick slid his hand under Gabriel’s shirt; the rub of his chest hair on Rick’s palm ignited his desire. “What’s the sign for otter? Because I think I need to hunt one of those little furry things.” I still can’t believe Mom gave Gabe my Eagle Scout pictogram project.


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