Double Trouble: Chapter 103


Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.

Chapter 103

Danny sat at the dinner table with Trent and Josh flanking him. He looked about as unhappy as it was possible for a person to look. His face was a toxic mix of righteous anger and teenage angst. Josh wished Trent had already taken care of it before he got home, but as it seemed to go too often recently, Trent had waited until all of them were home. Apparently, Samantha had showed up from school, saw the situation and ran. She’d used the excuse of going to a study session, but Josh understood what happened. One glance at the family meeting expression and she was gone.

Josh braced himself against the whiplash he was about to experience. He had no driving need to gang up on Danny, or at least he didn’t want Danny to feel like he was being out maneuvered. Josh hated it when Mitch and Darrin did it to him when he was about Danny’s age.

“We need to talk with you, Danny,” Trent said.

Josh braced himself, this whole thing wouldn’t go well. But there wasn’t much else than support Trent… even if he was worse than Danny when he was a teenager. But that seemed to have escaped Trent’s recall.

“Fine. What horrible, offensive, earth shattering thing did I screw up this time?”

Trent adapted the condescending tone to his voice that sometimes makes me want to punch his face.

“Now Danny. It isn’t that we think you’ve done anything terrible. But we noticed behavior patterns and we find them… concerning,” Trent said. Continue reading

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Ben had told me to be there around seven-thirty in the morning and I wasn’t going to be late. I’d left a little after six to cover the distance from my apartment. My watch said seven-fifteen, but I could already see Ben with the cows. No. Cattle. I grinned. I am trainable.

As I got close, I could tell something was wrong. “What’s up?” I asked.

Ben’s face was laced with concern. As I stepped beside him, I could see why. Norman didn’t look right. Even I knew he shouldn’t be lying on his side with his legs sticking out. “What’s wrong with him?”

as he stroked the bull’s neck. “I’m not sure. I put a call in to the vet right after giving him some antibiotics, just in case.”

I knelt beside Ben and cringed at the massive bull’s labored breathing. “Is there something I can do?”

He looked at me for a minute before reaching a decision. “Yeah, I’d appreciate some help this morning. If you’d feed and water the heifers, then I can stay with Norman.”

I recoiled at the responsibility but pushed myself to do whatever Ben needed. “Okay, but I’ve never…”

After a moment, Ben turned and his eyebrows shot up. “Oh, sorry. Feed ’em first. Then bring ’em each a bucket of water. Then if you’d walk ’em? They haven’t been off the tie rack since yesterday. Most people don’t bother, but I don’t like to leave ’em tied up all the time.”

I nodded, numb with worry. I wasn’t sure I could handle even such a simple thing. I followed Ben’s instructions and soon had one of the tubs loaded with grain and stuff that looked like the pellets I’d fed the guinea pig I had as a kid. I topped it with a piece of hay before maneuvering the tub to the first animal. When I bent to give it to her, she rammed her head in and knocked the pan out of my hands.

“Hey! I was trying to give that to you!”

The deep chuckle from Ben rolled over me and my stomach tightened again. I knew with all my being that no number of times through conversion therapy would ever change my true feelings. I refused to believe straight guys would get a knot in their stomach from Ben’s sexy laugh.

“Sorry, I should have warned you. They all think they’re about to starve, even though you’d be hard pressed to find a rib on any of ’em through the extra padding they have,” Ben said.

“Okay…” I lifted another tub, prepared the same mix then moved to give it to the next animal. This time, when I worked my way between two of the heifers, they pinned me between them. I grunted as they squeezed tightly, but I managed to shove my way through and get the food in front of one of them before she knocked it out of my hands.

I repeated the same process for the next two heifers then watched until their long thick tongues polished the bottom of their tubs. I brought the first animal a bucket of water. She put her nose to it, snorted a couple of times then slurped like a kid with a vanilla shake. A minute or so later, she lifted her head and water ran from her muzzle. I refilled the bucket for each heifer until they’d all drunk their fill. I glanced over to check, and Ben still sat stroking the bull’s shoulder. He glanced up at me and smiled faintly. “His breathing doesn’t seem as labored. I hope the vet gets here soon.”

“Me, too. I’d hate for anything to happen to him.” I watched them for a second, but the moment felt too personal. “What should I do now?”

One of the heifers flipped over her feed tub to scrounge for more grain. “I’d like to get ’em out and walk ’em.” He studied me for a moment. “You think you’d be okay leading ’em?”

I let out the breath I’d been holding. “Okay, I’m sure I can do that.”

“Just hold the lead close to the halter. Otherwise, they’ll play crack the whip with you.”

Double Trouble: Chapter 102


Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.

Chapter 102

Danny stepped into the entryway and stopped to listen. It surprised him when he’d pulled into the parking spots in front of the house to find no one at home. It almost never happened that he had any privacy. He and Rob hooked up more often at his home because Rob’s older sister was away at college, and both of his parents worked in town. So there was a lot less chance of someone interrupting their fun.

But now he had time alone. At least, he thought there was no one around. But he had no intention of doing anything without checking the house to make sure. He worked his way through the living room and kitchen and found nothing. So far so good.

“Dad! Sis. Josh. Trent.” Continue reading

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I grinned as I helped move the bull to his spot. Suddenly he shifted, a black hoof swept out and the next thing I knew I was sitting on my backside, feeling idiotic. I started to crawl out of the way, then realized the bull had kept walking and was already tied into his spot. The handsome cowboy trotted back, squatted beside me and tilted his cap to the back of his head. “Sorry, man. You okay?”

Heat radiated from my face. How could I be this clumsy “I’m fine. I guess I fell.”

“No, Norman kicks the shit out of anyone. You sure you’re okay? Let me help you up.” He stuck a deeply tan hand in front of me and I reached up to take it. When our hands touched, a jolt of electricity shot through me. I knew the drill. I had to resist these desires. They were unnatural and sinful. Then I lost myself in his obsidian eyes. He darted his tongue over his lips as our gazes met, and his sexy white smile washed over me like April sunshine. My daze lifted as I held onto his hand to pull myself to my feet.

“Thanks. Sorry about everything,” I said.

“Hey, you were helping me. I’m the one who should be apologizing, not you.” He flashed that million-watt smile again. “I’m Ben Ramos, by the way. I really am sorry you got hurt. Can you walk?”

“I’m sure it’s fine. I’m Jayden Laine.” Pain lanced through my knee at my first step and it buckled. Ben reached out and kept me from pitching to the ground again with his muscular arms. He held me tightly against him and my traitorous body responded with stiffening in my groin.

“Hang on,” he said. “I’ve got a couple of chairs. Let’s get you off your feet.”

At the next step, pain stabbed me again and any bit of ardor evaporated. Like the punishments the sodomites in my father’s sermons had earned, the pain burned along my nerves as Ben helped me into one chair while elevating my foot on the other. He pushed the leg of my shorts up slightly and pressed his fingers against my knee. The instant pleasure of his touch filled me as my face heated and my breath came faster. If he touched any higher, I knew I would have an orgasm. But his next contact hit a spot just above my knee and the intense pain drove the pleasure away.

Double Trouble: Chapter 101


Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.

Chapter 101

Trent sat tapping his pencil against the table Josh had made for him a few years earlier. He thought it was one of their early anniversary gifts. Josh had gone to a lot of trouble with the details. Most of the wood was dark from stain but inlayed blond pieces added a level of meticulous craftsmanship that Trent appreciated.

But Trent was only distracting himself from the conversation he needed to have with Josh, about Danny. He’d got up last night to check on a noise he thought he’d heard and happened on Danny and Rob getting off. He’d left as fast as he possible, given he didn’t want them to know he had happened on their little scene. Far too much of the image was burned into his mind forever. None of that was of urgent concern for Trent. But no condoms were a problem.

He’d also needed to talk with Josh. Normally that wouldn’t have been a problem, but today Josh had left before dawn to get to a meeting almost to Oklahoma City. Trent had managed to mumble off a ‘drive careful and love ya’ to Josh as he left. Now he’d been awake for hours and most of them trying to work out what to do about Danny without sounding like an old man who doesn’t get the whole thing about teenagers and sex.

Their back door opened. It had to be Darrin or Mitch. Or at least it damn well better not be one of the twins coming home. Sometimes Trent regretted giving either of them transportation past a horse. They had no problem making the thirty-mile round trip between town and the ranch a few times a day. It didn’t give Trent much peace of mind, or any private time since they could appear at any moment.

Trent turned in his chair and waited to find out who was rifling through the fridge. It wasn’t unusual for someone to show up for a late lunch. Hell it wasn’t unusual for an early lunch, a right on time lunch, or a brunch. People working on a ranch needed fed. Still, Trent was getting impatient before Mitch walked into the room with an enormous sandwich grabbed in one hand as a tumbler of pop in the other. He stopped when he saw Trent staring at him and muttered around a mouth full of food.

“What?” Mitch got out.

Trent stared at him for a few seconds before he stared chuckling. “Finish eating, old man. I could use some advice.” Trent was sure he heard Mitch grumble something about showing Trent about old men. But Trent ignored the veiled threat and waited.

Mitch wiped his hands on his jeans and looked at Trent. “You better ask your question quick before I can’t remember how to wipe my ass.”

“Oh hush, old—“ he glanced at Mitch to find both eyebrows jacked up. “I need your opinion on one of the kids.”

“What did Danny do now?” Mitch asked.

Trent bristled a little, but deflated an instant later. “Yes. Hell yes it’s Danny. Who else would pull such stupid, and dangerous, shit?”

“You, when you were his age. Fuck, me when I was his age too.” Mitch lowered himself into the leather easy chair. “But something specific has crawled up your butt to die. What’s eating at you?”

“The safe sex talk seems to have leaked out his ears and into the drainage canal.” He glanced over and caught the expression on Mitch’s face. “Okay, whatever. I walked in on Danny having too much fun.”

“Ah shit. I need a beer for this conversation.” Mitch ambled back into the kitchen and reappeared a moment later with a longneck that he popped open. He eased himself into the chair opposite Trent, took a drink of the beer and then nodded toward Trent. “Hit it. What was Danny doing?”

Trent gathered his thoughts to keep his story concise. People with verbal diarrhea caught hell from Mitch. Trent knew this because he’d been on the wrong side of that conversation before. Once he thought he had things figured out, he turned to Mitch.

“First off, yes we’ve had the sex talk before. Several times. But what I saw the other night—well it looked like he’s forgotten everything.”

Mitch settled back into the chair and grew a pensive expression. Trent let the silence hang around them. I’d known Mitch for most of my life. This was a familiar response. A handful of minutes passed before Mitch shifted forward to the edge of the chair and he had a knowing smile on his face.

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Release of Skythane by J. Scott Coatsworth


SkythaneI’m so excited to have my friend and fellow writer on the blog today with the release of his newest novel, Skythame.- Jon

As part of my “Skythane” blog tour, Jon asked me to talk a bit about my current Work in Progress.

As it happens, I just started working on “Lander”, the sequel to “Skythane.” It’s a planned trilogy, full of secrets and reveals, a love triangle, and swamp bears. 😛

The new story picks up where “Skythane” left off. I’ve been working on it for a couple weeks ow, but I hit a bit of a pacing block – things were moving along way too slowly.

Then I figured out why (just this morning, in the car alone, listening to OneRepublic.” I was letting a certain moment and meeting of the characters drive the storyline, which resulted in one action scene, followed by three chapters of sitting around in a cave chewing the fat.

I had to shake things up to get things going.

So tomorrow I’ll set about ripping up what I have so far by the roots and sending the characters off in different directions, mingling action with pauses to let the reader catch their breaths.

Skythane was all about saving the planet; Lander is about what comes next – saving the people from each other. And book three, “Ithani”? You’ll just have to wait to find out.


My new novel, Skythane, is just out – and it combines my love of sci fi and secret reveals and MM romance. I hope you enjoy it!



Jameson Havercamp, a psych from a conservative religious colony, has come to Oberon—unique among the Common Worlds—in search of a rare substance called pith. He’s guided through the wilds on his quest by Xander Kinnison, a handsome, cocky wing man with a troubled past.

Neither knows that Oberon is facing imminent destruction. Even as the world starts to fall apart around them, they have no idea what’s coming—or the bond that will develop between them as they race to avert a cataclysm.

Together, they will journey to uncover the secrets of this strange and singular world, even as it takes them beyond the bounds of reality itself to discover what truly binds them together.



Rain hit the plas and ran downward in little rivulets, separating and rejoining like branches of time as the storm whipped itself into a frenzy over Oberon City.

Xander Kinnson lay on his bed, head thrown back, watching the tempest with a laziness that belied his inner turmoil and pain. Alix had left him and gone missing. A year had passed, and still he had a hard time accepting that simple fact.

His dark wings with their jet-black feathers were stretched out lazily to each side of his supine form, their tips extending past the edge of the bed. His chest heaved slowly up and down, and he breathed easily, as if he were utterly relaxed.

Nothing could have been further from the truth. Below the surface, under the deception of skin and sinew, his heart beat at a thunderous pace, and his mind raced for answers to Alix’s fate that slipped beyond his grasp.

The handsome trick he’d brought home rested his warm hands on Xander’s thighs, his hot mouth engaged elsewhere. Xander smelled the deep, masculine musk of him, slipping a hand absently through the man’s dark, tousled hair as the rain increased to a thundering downpour against the plas. The drops glistened, each an individual universe of shimmering light before running quickly out of sight.

A flash of lightning illuminated the room, thunder indicating how close it had been. As the heavy rain pounded against the arco’s walls, Xander rode the wave of pleasure higher and higher. Despite himself, he rose quickly toward climax, drawn up on the tide as the trick worked his cock. Unable to stop himself, he thrust his hips almost angrily upward into the man’s willing throat. Closer, closer….

He reached the crest, a pleasure so intense it burned through him like phosphorous, a white-hot fire.

Lightning flared again across the wet, black sky, followed by thunder so close it shook the bed. The storm had reached a fever pitch outside, and he arched his back in the air one more time, his wings rustling beneath him. As if in concert with the storm, Xander came, the release of his orgasm radiating from his hips along his spinal cord and down through his toes and the tips of his wings.

The rush of elation washed away his cares for a few brief moments. Xander shuddered, shivered, and shuddered again, and it was over.

For a while, he drifted in an oblivion that was blessed in its emptiness. The rain fell in a steady beat against the window, and he forgot to wallow in his pain. His mind floated free, with no responsibilities, nothing to worry about for those brief moments between sex and real life. This was what he needed. This lack of thought, this pleasurable oblivion where he could just be.

When he opened his eyes at last, the nameless trick was staring down at him, expectant.

“You’re still here.”

“I can do more, if you’d like,” the man said with a grin. Like Alix, he had no wings—a lander man.

Xander glared at him, annoyed. He was handsome enough, tall, dark-haired, with blue eyes and a light complexion. Strangely, he reminded Xander of Alix. The hair and eyes were wrong, but there was something about him, and that annoyed the hell out of Xander, for reasons he didn’t care to examine too closely. “Get out,” he said with a dismissive wave.

The man frowned. “I thought—”

“Oh right, your pay.” Xander took the man’s arm and slitted him a hundred crits from the wrist reader embedded in his own. Then he waved the trick away. “We’re square. Now get the fuck out of my flat.”

The man gathered his own clothes, but Xander didn’t give him time to put them on. Instead he hustled the trick out of the irising door, palming it closed on his hurt and angry expression.

I really have become a bastard, he thought, staring at his dim reflection in the shiny black door. It had been a long year.

He tapped the cirq in his temple with his left hand, and called out to his PA. “Ravi, any messages for me?”


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Author Bio:

Scott has been writing since elementary school, when he and won a University of Arizona writing contest in 4th grade for his first sci fi story (with illustrations!). He finished his first novel in his mid twenties, but after seeing it rejected by ten publishers, he gave up on writing for a while.

Over the ensuing years, he came back to it periodically, but it never stuck. Then one day, he was complaining to Mark, his husband, early last year about how he had been derailed yet again by the death of a family member, and Mark said to him “the only one stopping you from writing is you.”

Since then, Scott has gone back to writing in a big way. He has sold more than a dozen short stories – some new, some that he had started years before. He is currently working on two sci fi trilogies, and also runs the Queer Sci Fi ( site, a group for readers and writers of gay sci fi, fantasy, and paranormal fiction.




New release for “Showstring”

A reedited and expanded version of “Showstring” is being rereleased through Pride Publishing. It will be available as a stand alone short story for preorder on March 7th and early release direct from Pride Publishing on March 21st.

Pride Production is also publishing “Tackling the Subject” for release in early July. For those who have read Wrangler Butts “Tackling the Subject” is the story of how Sam and Gordy met. Stay tuned for more info as release dates get closer.