Date with a Bridge

By Karl Five

It seemed that nothing was going to go right for me that day. I had finally made the decision to end it all and jump off the Neuse River Bridge. . .
I glance at the pinewoods on either side of the road, the graceful branches spread with gossamer webs of shadow and dusk..
Damn! Seeing it all for the last time seems to have turned me into a poet. The world has no right to be so beautiful. Not now, when all I want is to leave it behind.

This is just the beginning of the story of Rick&Jerry. If you enjoy reading about hot sex between men, but would also like something more than just sex, try “Date with a Bridge”.
In each book, I come up with differing ways that my protagonists can enjoy each other’s bodies, while at the same time adding psychological, emotional, and sometimes action/adventure on top of that.
I hope you’ll decide to follow along with Rick and Jerry while they pull their lives together, face their fears and failures, and search for their dreams.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karl Five
• Release date: Dec 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310885600

Karl Five

The single most important thing to me is that I’m a writer. Oh sure, I’ve done a lot of other things during my life, but none of those things mean as much to me as this does. However, I'm not trying to earn a living as a writer. All I really want is to have people read what I've written. That's why I have everything free.I write erotica because I consider sex to be one of the most interesting and important parts of life. Not something dirty and shameful, but rather something that's capable of bringing great joy. Or, unfortunately, great sorrow, if used wrongly. I sometimes deal with that aspect of it also.My Orgasm Incorporated Series is basically hardcore omnisexual erotica, partly Science Fiction, but mostly focused on sex of all kinds and descriptions.My Rick&Jerry Series is gay male erotica, part romance and part adventure, with a large helping of hot sex added in for good measure.I enjoy playing around with sex in my writing, especially in my Orgasm Incorporated Series. I deliberately try to turn sex upside down and inside out. I like to explore the limits of fantasies and try to figure out why they work. Sometimes I come up with things that aren't even possible in the real world, or if they are, they wouldn't feel good at all.As for me personally, I worked in healthcare for much of my life, but I’m now retired, so I spend much of my spare time writing. I live in the Sunny South, not too far from the hurricane-ridden shores of North Carolina, along with my partner, my cat, and a longtime friend.I can be contacted at [e-mail]. I'm always glad to hear from my readers. And, of course, I'd greatly appreciate a review, if you enjoyed my ebooks.

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Date with a Bridge

Book One of the Rick&Jerry Series

By Karl Five

Copyright © 2014 Karl Five

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Author’s Note

All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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Date with a Bridge

From the Author

EXCERPT from Book Two: Date with a Rock

Date with a Bridge

It seemed that nothing was going to go right for me that day. I had finally made the decision to end it all and jump off the Neuse River Bridge.

I’m on my way up Route 17, only a couple of miles out of Jacksonville, when my car engine sputters and dies. I coast onto the shoulder, then try several times to get it going again. The starter does its best, but the engine only makes a few feeble attempts before it gives up completely. The gas tank is nearly full, so that isn’t the problem.

Well, it figures, doesn't it? Sometimes you just can't catch a break to save your life.

I get out of the car and open the hood. I'm a man. I should therefore be able to fix cars, right? Wrong. Although I'm familiar with the principle behind internal combustion engines, the real thing is nothing to me but an incomprehensible tangle of grimy wires, greasy metal, and viciously whirling belts and blades. Seems I’ve always been better at the theoretical side of things rather than the practical side.

Nevertheless, I feel that I have to at least make the effort, before I begin hiking back along the highway to J’ville. (And yes, I have a cell phone, but it’s one of those prepaid plans, and I’d used up all my minutes several days ago.)

It takes a bit of fumbling around just to get the hood up on my Scion xB, but when I do, everything looks the way it always has to me. Just the usual collection of wires, belts, and various odd-shaped metal contraptions. Somehow I’ve always felt that there should be a big flashing arrow indicating what’s wrong and where it can be found, but there never is.

Although I stand with one hand on the upraised hood, staring down at my recalcitrant engine, I really am not seeing the motor at all. Instead, I’m stewing over the events that led up to my final decision, piling bitterness on top of despair until my own thoughts threaten to topple over and suffocate me.

I glance back down the road toward J’ville and Camp Lejeune, one of the biggest Marine Corps bases in the country. I’d spent the last couple of years in J’ville. It isn’t the best place in the world for a gay guy, but it isn’t the worst place either, considering the huge number of young, healthy, and mostly good-looking Marines in the area. Of course, most of them are strictly heterosexual, but not all of them, to say the least. There’s only one gay bar in town, but ever since Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was repealed, things have begun to change for the better.

Hard to believe I’m actually leaving, both the town and my life.

Well, if I can’t get my car started again, I’m not going to be leaving anything. I don’t know for sure how far it is to the outskirts of town. Probably just a few miles. But I’m not that young anymore and I never was much of a walker.

I sigh. That’s part of the problem, isn't it? If I were still young and handsome, I might not have been making this trip to begin with. Youth and good looks are at a premium in the gay world.

It strikes me then that I’m almost the same age now