Jockstrap Interlude

By Harry Bawles

"The name is Mike and this is my story about my night with a recently married man named Glen, I call it Jockstrap Interlude..."

A regular night at Woody's, the local pub turns into something more for Mike. He meets a recently married man named Glen...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dream Janus
• Release date: Jun 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311867094

Harry Bawles

Harry Bawles is a 47-year-old man, who has been out and openly gay for roughly 30 years. He has been writing various types of erotica since the early 90’s. He is single and has been for about 8 years. He was born, raised and lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

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Jockstrap Interlude

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Harry Bawles

Jockstrap Interlude

Copyright © 2016 by Harry Bawles

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Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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Jockstrap Interlude

The name is Mike and this is my story about my night with a recently married man named Glen, I call it Jockstrap Interlude…

It had been a long, rough evening at work. The restaurant had been far busier than usual for a Thursday night and it was one of those nights when, as a chef, you just have to wonder whether you shouldn't have gone into a line of work that's a tad less stressful-- something like air traffic control or bomb disposal.

I was very relieved when I could finally split around ten-thirty, leaving my assistant and the apprentices to see to the needs of our final half-dozen or so tables. I felt as though I could murder a pint of ale; so instead of heading straight home, I walked up the street to Woody's, a homey neighborhood joint that caters primarily to West End Vancouver's burgeoning coterie of confirmed bachelors.

It had been more than a year and a half since I'd moved to