Waiting for Colton

By Drew Hunt

When Dennis Irvine finally arrives at the pearly gates, St. Peter tells him he's late. This is nothing new for Dennis, who's always had a poor sense of timekeeping. On being admitted into Heaven, Dennis is assigned to Brett, a handsome college football player, who will be his guide.

Heaven is not what Dennis expects. It's a college campus, Dennis sleeps in a dorm room with Brett, it's always football season, and why are there so many corners?

Dennis and Brett forge a close platonic father and son friendship as they both wait for their lovers to pass over.

Each time the Archangel Gabriel comes to tell them of new arrivals, Dennis hopes he'll have news of Colton, his beloved firefighter. But the wait is a long one.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Jan 2, 2011
• ISBN: 9781611520514

Drew Hunt

Having read all the decent free fiction on the net Drew could find, he set out to try his hand at writing something himself. Fed up reading about characters who were super-wealthy, impossibly handsome, and incredibly well-endowed, Drew determined to make his characters real and believable.Drew lives a quiet life in the north of England with his cat. Someday he hopes to meet the kind of man he writes about. Readers can contact him at [e-mail].

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Waiting for Colton

By Drew Hunt

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2011 Drew Hunt

ISBN 978-1-61152-051-4

Cover Photo Credit: James Steidl

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Waiting For Colton

By Drew Hunt

For all those who believe that love is eternal.

Colt? Colt? Dennis called out. Everything around him was blackness. Colt? he asked again, but with less confidence.

Where the hell was he? Was he dead, was this Hell? Why did he think he was dead? He couldn’t answer that. Maybe old Father Jenkins was right and homosexuals were cast into the flames of eternal damnation when they died. But if this was Hell, where were the flames, the red hot pitch forks, the screams…? It wasn’t hot like Hell, but wasn’t cold either. Maybe seventy degrees. Hell was surely hotter than that.

Dennis stamped his foot. The ground—or whatever it was—felt solid. He bent down to feel. It was smooth, like stone or glass, but not cold. Sniffing, he couldn’t detect any odors. Had he lost his sense of smell? Raising his right arm, he sniffed his pits.

Yuck! Nope, he hadn’t lost his sense of smell.

So he could feel and smell. What was left? Taste. Dennis licked at his skin. Yep, he could add taste to the list. He’d heard himself when he spoke, so he added hearing, as well. He couldn’t see, however. Was he blind? Dennis shuddered at that thought. Come on, Colt, stop fuckin’ around. Turn the lights back on!

But Dennis didn’t think Colt had been with him when…when…what was the last thing he’d been doing? Dennis sat down on a conveniently located stone, which was as black as everything else in this…whatever it was. What was the last thing he could remember?

Yes, of course! Dennis shouted. Then, feeling bashful making so much noise in this…wherever it was place, he continued in a lower voice. I’d gone to Sears.

Colt had said