Stories
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Stories contains the two Luke Hartwell short stories that were not incorporated into his expansive novel Desire. In the first story, "Michael," Ben cannot keep his mind off the handsome young wrestler sitting at the back of his world literature class. He fantasizes and fantasizes, and then he acts. The second story, "Baby Self Hate," is a sultry but funny story of sex and infatuation. Cam is angry but funny, purposeful but confused, and humorous but unexpectedly profound. Although sexy and sought after, Cam sees life darkly and takes solace in fishing. His relationship with a boy he meets in therapy is a wild, unpredictable ride. Hartwell provides the book the immediacy, honesty, passion, and tension that his readers have come to expect. Both stories are amorous, hilarious, and ridiculously unusual tales by the acclaimed author of Atom Heart John Beloved, Nathan's Story, Love Underneath, and Desire.
Watersgreen House is an independent international book publisher with editorial staff in the UK and USA. One of our aims at Watersgreen House is to showcase same-sex affection in works by important gay and bisexual authors in ways which were not possible at the time the books were originally published. We also publish nonfiction, including textbooks, as well as contemporary fiction that is literary, unusual, and provocative.
Luke Hartwell
Luke Hartwell is the award-winning author of the novels Atom Heart John Beloved, Nathan's Story, Love Underneath, Desire, and several short stories. Luke has always been attracted to the gay boy in love with straight boy dynamic, and many of his books explore those relationships.
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Stories - Luke Hartwell
Chapter One
When you shoot on the sheets, I flop on my back and roll around in it like a dog, my arms and legs thrashing the air. But usually I prefer that you come on one of our bodies so nothing gets wasted. What we don’t eat I take to go, if we’re at your place, and I bake it in a pie to eat later, with a scoop of ice cream.
We met at the gym. I had been watching you, surreptitiously, I thought, for some time. Just a perfect body, such a small, perfect head. Serious perfect face. I was trying to figure out a way to meet you when you just walked up to me, because you had noticed me staring, and asked, You wanna fuck?
Sure,
I said. I’d love to fuck.
We’ve known each other for four months now and we’ve had a hundred conversations, but they are always those two lines. One of us asks, You wanna fuck?
and receives the answer, Sure. I’d love to fuck.
We spend most of the time we’re together fucking, not talking. Makes life easier.
Chapter Two
If only that were true !
Michael Littrell is driving me insane with desire. He sits at the back of my lit class, always to himself, a relatively small guy, as far as height is concerned, but extremely buff. I had no idea what his name was for the longest time because our professor never calls roll and rarely gives us writing assignments. Finally, he did, and when he was walking the aisles, returning papers, I watched carefully to see which name belonged to my guy. Michael Littrell.
Once I knew his name, I plugged it into every search engine I know. He was on our college wrestling team, but he lost every match, and now he’s not on the team. He still looks like a wrestler, though—an undamaged wrestler. His head, as I said, is relatively small, which helps in wrestling. Big heads just get in the way and are harder to get out of a grasp. Michael’s small head should have been slipping in and out of his opponents’ grasps. I wish it were slipping in and out from between my legs.
Cute, small ears. Undamaged, which is nice. If he wrestled in college, he must have wrestled in high school, and usually ears don’t come away unscathed. But no. Cute, perfect, small ears, evenly spaced on either side of his head.
Eyes maybe slightly too close together to be considered perfect, but I love his eyes. Brown with a hint of green. When he’s looking into your eyes, you know it. I often imagine him looking into my eyes with those amazing eyes of his, dipping two fingers into a jar of lube, and sticking those fingers slowly up my ass, all the while watching my expression, to see what I look like when I’m sodomized. I’m not usually a bottom, but when I fantasize about Michael, I frequently make an exception. He can finger my ass, he can stick his cock in my ass and fuck the crap out of me, as long as I can look into his eyes and see whatever I see there. What I want to see is some kind of pleasure. If he gets off on me squirming with pleasure, I’ll squirm with pleasure. If he gets off on hurting me, I’ll show him pain. And if he wants me to just stare back at him with no expression as he fingers me and fucks me, his lips slightly apart, just staring at me as if to say, See what I’m doing to you? Who else you going to let do this to you?
I’m more game for that than anything.
Michael can have me. Any day. Any time.
Except when I have class. I never skip class. This is my parents’ money I’m spending. But he could fuck me during class if the professor and the other students didn’t mind, and if I could still take notes while he was doing it.
That would work.
Chapter Three
Everyone in this class dresses like your typical college student except for Michael. He comes to class in slacks and a button-up shirt, often wearing a tie. No one does this. Does he come directly to class after getting off work at the bank? Does he have job interviews every fucking day? Does he do it because he knows that at least one person in that room is going to frigging fall in love with him and obsess over him all semester?
Someone that buff, a wrestler, in a literature class, you would expect to look bored, to keep his mouth shut. Michael’s eyes are always on the teacher or on his own desk as he jots down a note. He always looks interested, always comprehending. He rarely says anything, but whenever he does, time stands still. The first time he raised his hand