Doug Deeson's musings

 I am about to publish a mainstream long format fiction love story which I originally wrote with explicit sex scenes but decided to strip those out. These are those outtakes:  Jake. Closing time is getting close and the last few customers are chatting and sipping their drinks, Cord and Carolyn are cleaning and putting away items, restocking. Cord is nervously watching the clock and the door, moving his attention back and forth.  At a few minutes to 10, Jake walked in.  He’d changed and now wore a button-down shirt, open at the neck, just a tuft of hair visible.  He still wore jeans, now over cowboy boots and looked very sharp.  Cord greeted him with a wave, as he removed his apron and said his goodbyes to Carolyn.  “Are you sure you’re going to be alright by yourself?” he asked her.  She slapped his bicep and told him to get going, which he did.  He came out from behind the counter to greet Jake.  Jake leaned in and kissed him on the che...

You always hear about the hookups available with the tradesmen you find in those big box hardware stores, but like the penthouse forum letters of our youth, you never think they’re true.  And if they’re true, they never happen to you (well me).  I’m not a tradesman, but a pretty good handyman, DIY guy.  What I’m not much good at is flirting – completely clueless most of the time. I always joke, you’d need to hit me in the face with your dick for me to have a clue. But there was something in the air this day.   I headed into the store and over to aisle 18 – electrical, I needed to replace some light fixtures and needed some supplies.   He was there.   Tall, dark hair, wearing tan overalls and a white tee, stained with sweat and dust.   He looked up as I walked down the aisle and those sea green eyes sparkled in the store lighting. I got a little lost in them for a moment.   We nodded but didn’t say anything. I found the pieces I was looking for a...