Three Tales: For Your Enjoyment

By Mike Wilson

This publication has three medium-length short stories, all regarding gay relationships. One is about a homeowner that tries to reform a young would-be robber. The second is about an affluent gay couple trying to live the good life in the 1950's, and mostly succeeding. The third is about a gay man who rescues a woman in need, and unexpectedly ends up with a long-term roommate. They are light fare for entertainment with a bit of underlying philosophy for good measure.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mike Wilson
• Release date: Oct 17, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465812070

Mike Wilson

Mike Wilson is president of the British Automation and Robotics Association (BARA), director of the Processing & Packaging Machinery Association (PPMA), vice chairman of the Engineering and Machinery Alliance (EAMA) and former chairman of the International Federation of Robotics (IFR). Mike has a 30 year career working with robots as a user, supplier and advisor. He is an experienced automation consultant, working throughout Europe, North America and India across a variety of industries as managing director of Creative Automation Solutions Ltd.

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Three Tales

For Your Enjoyment

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Copyright 2011 Michael S. Wilson

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - The Couple

Chapter 2 - Two Lives

Chapter 3 - Caught Him!

The Couple

The breeze blowing under a palm canopy did little to cool Gary’s heated disposition. His normally smooth features were flushed an angry red, his blonde hair unkempt. Marty had really pushed it this time, flirting with that cabana boy right in front of him. This was their anniversary trip – a special occasion. Not a time to be whoring around with the locals. Oh, Gary was going to suffer the consequences for this one. There could be no doubt.

Gary – Hon. Please. I was just fooling around. Can’t a guy have a little fun? Marty held up his hands in supplication, stretching his lean, 6 foot-tall physique upward. His mane of dark curls framed classic good looks, and came down halfway to his tanned, muscular shoulders. They were in a small private shelter outside of the hotel Boca Chica, on an exclusive strip of golden Acapulco beach. Stars and royalty frequented the area; they had seen Sinatra and his entourage just the other day. But these two could afford it – they were both trust fund boys. Even so, they did have to be a little discreet.

Well, you might consider my feelings for once. And I wish you would keep the hand-waving toned down. We are out in public, you know, said Gary, a bit shorter and heavier than Martin, with short, curly blonde hair.

For what we are paying, I don’t give a damn, and neither should you. Now will you please forgive me this one indiscretion? Hell, I gave you that ring this morning!

Martin, let’s discuss this more in private. I don’t feel like arguing with you anymore. Hell, I need a drink.

Well, get it yourself. I’m going back to the room.

Try and behave yourself!

Gary settled back down on his lounger, fuming, while Martin strode back to their shared room. The two thirty-something gay men had been travelling with each other for several years, enjoying the good life together.

On his way, Martin passed an attractive young guy wearing nothing but a towel. They looked at each other. Martin tried to smile, and said, Maybe later. I’m in trouble now.

He got back to the room, and once inside, locked the door and plopped down on the bed. Everything had been going so well. This was their anniversary trip, and Gary had bought him a ring. But his idea of a loose relationship was too hard for Gary to take at times. God knew, they both had to be discreet – morals charges in a foreign country, even Mexico, were not to be trifled with. Gary just had to realize what he was getting himself into, didn’t he? Even if it meant hurt feelings on occasion. But he was perfectly willing for Gary to do the same thing. Martin felt uncharacteristically tired today anyway. He felt his forehead, and it was burning hot. Time to take a nap. Martin soon dozed off, and had turbulent dreams.

Gary was sipping his drink with trembling hands. The ungrateful wretch was spoiling another trip. He thought for the umpteenth time of ending this friendship once and for all. But of course, it was much more than that. They had so much in common, it was uncanny.

Martin