"James," Tina said, "your capacity for self-deception is beyond a joke."
James has a problem. He’s gay, but he doesn’t know it. He likes to hark back to his time with Tina in New York, but all his thoughts are about men. The only problem is, this never seems to occur to him.
James has left New York in search of isolation. He’s rented a farmhouse miles from anywhere, one so remote he has no TV or Internet connection. The only people around are the farmer and his son, Ben, who takes a sudden interest in James.
Ben is very obviously gay, and in James he seems to have found the perfect partner. The only problem is, James has other ideas. He isn’t going to let Ben close, not unless Ben pushes things, and sometimes you can push just a little too hard.
Todd Young writes books that sit on the borderline between gay erotica and m/m romance.
Generally, I aim to write erotica that goes a little further than the average. I spend a lot of time on my characters, trying to make them as believable as possible. While my stories are sexual fantasies, I want them to have a deeper meaning, and a quality of unexpectedness. To some extent, I am attempting to write literature, but I want my stories to be genuinely engaging. I want them to be easy to read, while at the same time leaving the reader with the feeling that they have read something meaningful.
I hope both men and women will find my stories satisfying. They revolve around romance, though there is often much more going on in the texts.
A swimming hole. A tree. A chunk of obsidian. Two boys confused about each other and love.
Chance meetings in remote places. Misinterpretation. Miscommunication. Misunderstanding. Missing clothes. Madness. Missing reality. Mind games. Touch and rejection. Good friends. Bad habits. Skipped medication. Flashes of intent. Lightening and thunder. Personal space. Violence. Rain. Mist. Mud. Shared food. Shared beds. Looks and Waterfalls. Hanging cock and hard cock. Cows that shock. Horns and horney. Mountain climbing. Clean clothes. Bloody sheets. Empty holes. Prepared for school. Love of students. Poor planning. Loss of control. Games people play. Dark ghost haunts. Ghost fires. Nude visions and boy dreams. Not sun and set weather melting men into confused boys swimming under water in bed to share touch and breath, cock and balls, stuffing holes and licking cracks. Thumb your holes and dock your world. It is all lack of sleep and love recognition. Angry outburst of cum and loss friendship.