Jasper McCutcheon interviews Halsey Pearson

Near the end of October, I sat down with WWII veteran Halsey Pearson, one of two characters in the Jardonn Smith short story, The Caricature. A summer-like day allowed us to chat while on the screened-in porch of Halsey's Appalachian Mountains cabin, where he likes to relax by singing folk tunes.

Jasper: So, Halsey, what made you take up the guitar and singing?

Halsey: Just a late-life hobby for the most part. I wanted to learn songs from the 1930's, my growing up years. Tunes like the Delmore Brothers were doing. The Blue Sky Boys and the Monroe Brothers, you know, Charlie and Bill, before Bill Monroe started up his bluegrass sounds.

J: Are they easy to learn?

H: Some are, some aren't. A lot of them sound simple enough, but they'll throw in an awkward chord to the progression, like a minor third or augmented seventh.

J: Does Floyd enjoy listening to you play?

H: He's usually reading in another room, but if he hears me make a major mistake he'll let me know I hurt his ears. Jokingly, of course.

J: Did the cricket really synchronize its leg rubbing with the tempo of your song?

H: It did, and that's a fact. Exactly on the date of our 25th Anniversary. Next day, he rejoined his other crickets, rubbing legs any old way they liked.

J: You and Floyd first met in 1944, correct?

H: Well, we never met. Never spoke. I just saw him after we rescued him from that Japanese camp, and he was in no condition to be socializing.

J: Did you ever dream it would be forty years before you'd see him again?

H: At the time, I didn't give it a thought. And I sure as hell never entertained any sort of physical attraction to him, just a curiosity as to what the Japanese had done to him during interrogations.

J: What about later?

H: Hmm... well, I suppose it did begin to gnaw at me through the years. Look, homosexuality wasn't part of my thinking. Not overseas. Not when I came home to the States. I got me a job and started ladder climbing. Found me a woman who was beautiful inside and out, and we got down to the business making a home and raising a family.

J: And you never thought about Floyd?

H: All right, you pushy son of a gun. Sure, I thought about Floyd, but in my subconscious. That's where he needed to stay, but then after my wife died, well, I got to thinking that maybe thinking about him wasn't such a bad thing.

J: Still, you never took the initiative to find him?

H: What for? I figured he'd married and done what I'd done. What reason would I have to think that he'd be looking for a boyfriend?

J: And then you saw him at the forty-year reunion?

H: Yep. In 1984.

J: What did you think when you first saw him?

H: I thought, Halsey, you better find out what he's doing here and what his situation is.

J: And what was his situation?

H: Ha! Let's just say he was available, after we worked out a few kinks.

J: And the rest is history.

H: As they say.

J: All right, Halsey, you and Floyd were in your sixties when you hooked up. Right?

H: Correct.

J: Now, you're in your eighties. Do you and Floyd still, you know, do it?

H: Like rabbits.

J: Rabbits in lust?

H: No, rabbits in love. Without that, I doubt either one of us could even get it up.

J: Well, thank you for giving up your guitar-playing time for this little chat.

H: Stay right where you are, mister. The price for this little chat is that you have to suffer through my singing.

J: Gladly.


The full story of Halsey Pearson and Floyd Strick is told by author Jardonn Smith. It's called The Caricature, is available in ebook formats and can be viewed at either the author's web site HERE, or the publisher's web site, MLR PRESS.

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All in the Family

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Playing the Fields

Summer time is when the minds of young men turn to... SPORTS!


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Something About Trevor

by

Drew Hunt

Paul Harrison is completely straight. His house will not flood again. And gay men don’t play cricket. Eventually Paul will find out just how incorrect these preconceived notions are.

When the river overflows its banks, Paul is forced to find temporary accommodation. The only practical suggestion comes from Trevor, an out and proud work colleague. Despite Paul’s hesitancy regarding Trevor’s offer of hospitality, he accepts and soon grows to admire Trevor, his humanity, his determination, and his abilities with a cricket ball.

In order to protect his fragile emotions, Trevor keeps people at a distance by wearing gaudy clothing and behaving outrageously. He had no way of knowing that doing the right thing by offering Paul his spare room will lead to such a big change in his life.

A tenuous connection develops between the two men. But misunderstandings and in-born prejudices threaten to derail their growing friendship. Things get even more complicated when Gary, Trevor’s ex-lover, shows up.

Can Trevor learn to trust again? Will Paul listen to his heart and discover that, despite first impressions, there’s just something about Trevor he can’t deny?

Capping The Season
by

Ryan Field

Hunter’s sex appeal came in that innocent way dark, rough men always seem to notice. About five eleven, with blond hair and large blue eyes; a slim body frame enhanced by working out in the basement with free weights and push ups. Though his arms weren’t particularly large, his chest muscles responded to bench presses and push ups to the point where they rounded and popped like unbreakable ostrich egg shells sliced directly in half. But most men noticed one thing first: his round ass, a protruding cushion begging to be pounded and slapped and plugged.

 

The landscaping guys, always on the down low, would furtively watch while he pruned and trimmed hedges, parading his naked torso, sometimes pulling the sheer shorts so far below his waist half the crack of his smooth ass could be seen. Though it didn’t happen often (most of the time this was just a show), when Hunter noticed one of the guys seriously watching, he’d gradually arch his back, stretch his arms and then nod toward the garden shed. The guy would follow him to a private place behind the shed, where Hunter would slip off his shorts and lay face down on a pile of mulch. He’d then spread his legs wide, arch his back so his engaging ass would be in the air, and the guy would pull down his zipper for a quick afternoon fuck. In a white enamel pail with chips around the rim, Hunter kept lube and a full supply of condoms. Once, on a rare, unforgettable afternoon, when four Spanish speaking studs had been drinking too much beer on the job, Hunter spread his legs and arched his back while all four took turns nailing him into the mulch pile. It took a week for the reddish hand prints, where they’d squeezed his supple ass so hard, to disappear.

 

Though he’d miss the summertime romps and capping off the baseball season with the landscaping boys, living a mortgage-free life was far more exciting. The new town house, in an exclusive community of only thirty large units, had year round landscapers included in the monthly community fees. Hunter would never have to push a lawn mower, dig with a shovel or rake a leaf again. He wouldn’t have to work out at home in the basement anymore either; he could now afford to join a gym like all his friends, where he’d prance around naked in the locker room for men who were just as horny (and dirty) as the landscaping guys. He also portended he’d be able to distract at least a few of the guys who landscaped in the new town house community, too, by walking around on his rear deck in nothing but a short towel.

 

 

Power Play
by

J.M. Snyder

Ryan Talonovich is the star of his college hockey team, until an accident during practice leaves him confined to a wheelchair. The doctors say he'll walk again but a new season is already underway and he's been replaced on the team, which leaves him feeling alone and betrayed. What's the use of fighting to get back on the ice now?

 

Then he meets Dante Espinosa, a short track skater on the city's speed skating club. Though he has to work overtime to afford his sport, Dante is hell on ice, and dreams of making the cut on the U.S. Olympic Speedskating Team.

 

Their love of the ice brings them together, but too many obstacles stand in their way: Ryan's struggle with therapy. The memory of Dante's first boyfriend. Lack of funding to the event, Dante's harassing boss, a skating friend in love with him, and Wil Dietrich, who will do anything to win.

 

Written Expressions of Erotica

This week, 1EroticaEbooks.com welcomes a publisher of tantalizing tales teeming with sexy characters who demand attention. Three picks from Written Expressions. Click title links to see books and excerpts.

Strip Club

Ana Star

For their second anniversary of being together, Alex takes Dahlia to a strip club named Liquid Gold. There they meet Lolita, a beautiful brunette dancer who ignites their sexual desires and passion for one another. Will they leave satisfied or beg for more?



Red Ridin'

Milena Gomez


Erotic Fairytales

Tomboy Priscilla, better known as Little Red, wants to break free. She's not so little anymore and she wants to experience pleasures unknown to her.

Matt Wolf wants one thing and one thing only. He wants Little Red in his bed and he knows how to get it, even though he'd failed to do so.

Jason Hunter knows that protecting Little Red is something he was born to do, even without Little Red's consent or her grandmother's endless plea to protect her, he would always do so. But when Little Red proves to have other plans for Wolf and him, things get complicated and Hunter cannot seem to say no to her advances.

One woman, two men. One hot tale of ridin' men.



Tempting The Dom [Sex Stones: April-Diamond]

Dakota Trace

Sex Stones


The ink on Adalia Diamonte's private investigator license is barely dry when world renowned jeweler, Bathilda Schmidt hires her. Bathilda wants her to find a ‘one of a kind’ marquise diamond ring which has gone missing. Addie's excited about her first job until she finds out the man suspected of taking it is none other than Domhnall "Dom" O'Shanahan. Her past with the sensual and demanding Dom had her fleeing his side. Not because he scared her - because she had wanted him with every fiber of her being – but because he demanded that she give herself to him – mind, body & soul.

Dom knew what he wanted and he wasn't above using his friend Bathilda to get exactly what he wanted. He's tired of Addie running from him. When she sneaks into his mansion wearing a harem girl costume with a local belly dancer group, his lust is aroused and he sets out to make their reunion a reality. But this time he won't let her fears keep her from giving herself to him.


Jasper says, "A triple-play of spring offerings at summer temperatures."

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Erotic Crux

Since my first self-published Jasper McCutcheon book, The Crux of It -- Erotic Tales of Men on the Cross and the Women Who Put Them There, seemed to garner some interest amongst folks who are in to erotic crucifixion, I thought I'd submit one of the three stories to an e-book publisher for consideration. Each of the three is unique in storyline and setting, with the common subject that at least one man (most times several) is hanging naked from a cross with his handsome pecker ripe for the sucking. I chose the longest of the three and sent it to an e-publisher.

Their reply was that my story was more funny than erotic, which of course could be interpreted in at least two ways. Maybe it was their polite way of saying my story was a joke; or perhaps they didn't think sharp wit and smart-alecky humor had any place in a tale of sex. Either way, I like it when my main man, Pete Radcliffe, has the balls to toss out humorously insulting quips, even when he's bound and naked and enduring interrogations of female hands, lips, tongues and twats. I figured I'd just keep submitting the damn thing until somebody out there got what I was trying to do.

Lo and behold, an angel appeared via my inbox. A man representing 1RomanceEBooks asked if I'd like to post a story or two for purchase on his brand-new E-Book site. "Hell, yes!" typed I, and I got busy making a book cover for my Black Pouch Crusader. Here's the Viewing and Purchase Link.

Now, part two. You will find a text excerpt at the 1RomanceEBook.com site, but I prefer audio excerpts using my Jasper McCutcheon voice, and there's one free for the listening on my Jardonn's Erotic Tales site. Link to the page is HERE, and the title is Love on a Rack.

So, all you hero worshipers out there, hear the audio, and then buy my E-book. Am I being too subtle in my purpose?