Seduction

By Harold C. Jones

Dwayne needs his job at the plant, but Quinn is all over him like a dirty shirt. It’s a small place dominated by working class machismo, and people do talk. A little respect, a little consideration might go a long way. Dwayne shouldn’t have to punish people, or teach them a lesson for being idiots. If Quinn grabs him one more time, Dwayne’s going to slug him. A short story of gay romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harold C. Jones
• Release date: Jan 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781927957585

Harold C. Jones

Harold C. Jones does professional landscape design and is an avid sports fan. He started writing as a hobby. He began taking it seriously when he realized he had something to say. His work has helped him to come to terms with himself, or perhaps explore himself would be more accurate. Harold believes that homo-erotica is valid as literature, and that it can be written in such a way that real stories of real people takes precedence over mere prurience. It can still be a hot read.

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Seduction

Harold C. Jones

Copyright 2014 Harold C. Jones and Long Cool One Books

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Scene One

Scene Two

Scene Three

About Harold C. Jones

Seduction

Harold C. Jones

Scene One

It had been a terribly long day already. The late afternoon sun scattered angled beams through the haze of glass fibers and the pall of blue propane exhaust in a building that had always seemed more like a big barn than a factory. The rams thumped their way down the snouts and more bags of fiberglass came off the ends of the machines. Men shouted cheerfully back and forth, while up on top where the baggers were fed by long overhead conveyors, guys off the line pretended to watch for jam-ups but were probably just reading porno magazines and trying not to get caught napping.

The hours passed, just as they always did, with Dwayne fairly content to have a job that paid a good buck. Being able to daydream as the individual batts counted up in the machine before their hydraulic compression was a bonus. The only problem with shift work was missing his bluegrass guitar lesson every second week, but he had an understanding teacher and they were working around it.

When Quinn showed up in front of the lead hand’s bilious green little podium on a battered red mule, Dwayne had just been relieved on Bagger Two by this partner Bob. Bob was an aging Englishmen, whose foul jokes had brightened up many a long shift in the wool plant, night or day. He had three days off coming, and then on the fourth day it was back on days.

He didn’t think much of Quinn’s arrival. Not at first. He was looking forward to a couple of cold barley pops and a