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The Desert CureAlex took Connor into the desert to cure his drug addiction. Connor got lost, was found, survived withdrawal and got to enjoy the desert. Hayden's RevengeWhen a gang killed Grant, they didn't expected trouble from his gentle lover, Hayden. They were wrong. Hayden took his revenge and one by one they died. On Hampstead HeathFive men sheltering from a storm start talking about their activities. When the storm ends, one of them gets what he wants. Adam in LoveEton boy Adam discusses Vic, his new love, with his snobbish mother and manages to hide the fact the Vic is a man. Job of Sodom, My StoryBefore Abraham destroyed Sodom, he had to confirm that the people had deserted Judaism and he had to extract Job. He sent two men but things didn't go quite as planned. WitchfinderWhen a 17th century witch finder tries to trap a young gay herbalist, he meets his match. Bushfire!An English boy on an Australian farm helps fight a bushfire. He learns about being gay and about Australians. The Letter on the PavementHe found a love letter in the street, a letter from long ago. He finds it exerting a mysterious influence on him. Copper's KidStephen could see the past. When the police asked him to find who killed the gay son of a policeman they didn't expect the result they got. A Very Loving BoyMick was middle-aged; Lee was young and seduced Mick.. Lee told stories but Mick didn't get the message until one night.... The Coming Out of GeraldWhen Gerald realised that he was gay he decided that he would tell everyone. To his disappointment, nobody seemed interested. Mayfly BoyHe went to Sri Lanka in search of answers. Sex with a beautiful Sri Lankan boy results in an unexpected and terrifying insight. LannerHe was a tough teen. Lanner was a fossicker and a gunfighter. If he wanted to keep his reputation, he had to challenge Lanner. Log of a Sinking Man Finding a transcript of a tape found in an empty bedsit, Robert decide to commit kill himself elegantly but changes his mind. On The DunesAn anniversary holiday in Grand Canaria goes horribly wrong. I'll Go With YouTony is gay and he's dying. The doctor and the chaplain would like to help but they can't. Tony has one friend, an odd Indian boy. Swimming in the DarkMalta is full of secrets. He met a mysterious Maltese boy. A chat, a swim, sex and everything changed. Poems by PostI advertised criticism for gay poets. Bryan sent some poems. However, there was something behind the poems that escaped me. TsukaTsuka was a BDSM submissive rent boy and an embittered martial artist. O'Malley was a homophobic Police Detective. They were destined to meet. The HeroThe press loves to topple heroes. However, the press can be sued for libel unless the report is true and in the public interest. Performance ArtMartin and Eustace were aficionados of male stripping. After several years together, their sex life was dull. It took a new stripper to inspire them. GuiltyMr. Parkerville had pleaded guilty to murder. To his annoyance, his Buddhist visitor was not interested in either his crime or his claim to be evil. The Kidnapping of PhillyThe gay son of a VIP had been kidnapped. The police wanted my help. My other half, Jack, sprang into action. ComaJoachim was my best friend. After a diving accident, he went into a coma. The doctor told me to wake him. Well, I woke him and he woke me. Party TimeJack was famous for his parties. Magnus was a gay social correspondent. It was dangerous to cross Jack but more dangerous to cross Magnus. NullarborThe Nullarbor Plain is the World's largest limestone plateau. Getting lost there is like being lost at sea; one's chance of surviving is low. Unless one has help.

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Publié par	First Edition Design Publishing
Date de parution	01 novembre 2015
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781506900865
Langue	English

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The Desert Cure and Other Gay Short Stories

By Mick Carter
The Desert Cure and Other Gay Short Stories
Copyright ©2015 Mick Carter

ISBN 978-1506-900-03-2 EBOOK

November 2015

Published and Distributed by
First Edition Design Publishing, Inc.
P.O. Box 20217, Sarasota, FL 34276-3217
www.firsteditiondesignpublishing.com

ALL R I G H T S R E S E R V E D. No p a r t o f t h i s b oo k pub li ca t i o n m a y b e r e p r o du ce d, s t o r e d i n a r e t r i e v a l s y s t e m , o r t r a n s mit t e d i n a ny f o r m o r by a ny m e a ns ─ e l e c t r o n i c , m e c h a n i c a l , p h o t o - c o p y , r ec o r d i n g, or a ny o t h e r ─ e x ce pt b r i e f qu ot a t i o n i n r e v i e w s , w i t h o ut t h e p r i o r p e r mi ss i on o f t h e a u t h o r or publisher .

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Dedication

This book is dedicated to the many people who have helped me learn about myself and about life.
It is also dedicated to gay men and women everywhere. May they be free to express their sexuality.
Acknowledgments

My thanks are due to the many people, especially to Nettie Pollard and to Russell Sax, who have, directly or indirectly, helped stimulate my literary ambitions.
Foreword

Some of these stories in this book describe gay sex, violence and various forms of BDSM (bondage, domination, submission and sadomasochism). All the stories are fiction and none are meant as models for behaviour.
Any reader who engages in BDSM should follow the accepted code, which states that all activity must be, "safe, sane and consensual.”
In some countries, both gay sex and BDSM may still, regrettably, be subject to restrictive laws.
The Desert Cure
Hayden’s Revenge
On Hampstead Heath
Adam in Love
Job of Sodom, My Story
Witchfinder
Bushfire!
The Letter on the Pavement
Copper’s Kid
A Very Loving Boy
The Coming Out of Gerald
Mayfly Boy
Lanner
Log of a Sinking Man
Transcript of a tape found in an empty bedsit
On The Dunes
I'll Go With You
Swimming in the Dark
Poems by Post
Tsuka
The Hero
Performance Art
Guilty
The Kidnapping of Philly
Coma
Party Time
Nullarbor
The Desert Cure
There were two sleeping mats in the tent. Connor lay naked on one mat. Alex Wicklan, dressed in shirt and lightweight trousers, lay on the other mat. It was midday and the temperature must have been near 50 0 C and 50 0 is hot. The tent provided them with shelter from the sun and let the slight breeze through but it still felt like the inside of an oven.
Alex had made his camp on the Western edge of the Nullarbor Plain about twenty miles north of the Eyre Highway, a road that runs across the south of Western Australia and Central Australia. He visited the area for up to two months at a time to study the ecology of the desert invertebrates. It had already occupied three years of his life and promised to occupy him for many more.
His camp was simple: two tents, one for living and one for working, a land-cruiser adapted for the desert, and an area for cooking.
It was the fifth day of the trip. Alex was looking at Connor who lay on his back, his far leg bent and his back slightly arched in the typical pose of the gay porn star. Indeed, he seemed to have modelled himself on a porn star. He had the long bleached hair and that bland look with a half-smile that seemed to be their trademark. Connor let his smile drop and tried a pout.
Alex did not react. He usually worked alone and he was beginning to regret agreeing to have Connor as his assistant. He thought back to how it had happened. Connor’s Father, George, and he had studied together at University. Surprisingly they became good friends, surprising since even then Alex was gay while George was straight. Still it didn't seem to bother George that Alex was gay, so it didn't bother Alex that George was straight.
Alex became Research Fellow at the University while George became a businessman. Now, some twenty years later, George was rich with a pretty wife and a teenage son while Alex spent his time doing research into the ecology of the Nullarbor Plain. Alex might have envied George but his wife, Mary, turned out to be rather dull and Connor, his only son, didn’t seem to be anything special.
After they left University they only met occasionally, neither having much spare time. The last occasion was instigated by George. After the usual pleasantries, George suggested they had lunch at a rather smart pub where they could catch up on activities. There was also, he said, something he wanted to discuss.
After the meal and a bottle of wine, George brought up the subject of Connor. “You’ve met Connor haven’t you?”
“Once or twice, when he was young.”
“He’s grown up now and I’m worried. He’s changed. You wouldn’t recognise him.”
“Children do change.” Alex was being careful.
George nodded, and then went silent. He wanted to say something but didn’t seem to be able to find the words.
“Changed how?”
“He’s gay, you know and he started taking drugs. Perhaps that’s what gay people do.”
“And perhaps it isn’t.” It came out sharper than he had intended.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean… but I’m worried. He’s an addict. We tried rehab but it didn’t work; I think he still got drugs. Anyway, he stole some money to buy drugs and he got caught. I came to an arrangement with the judge, he’s been released into my custody but I’m the last person to control him.”
Alex was puzzled. “How’s that?”
“Well I, we, brought him up to be himself. We gave him what he needed but we tried not to fuss over him and we gave him the freedom to develop. It was Mary’s idea and I was too busy making money to interfere. He told us he was gay and we didn’t make a big thing of it. We didn’t know he was into drugs until he was arrested. That came as a big shock, but it was of no use me blowing my top, he’d already learnt that he could ignore anything either of us said. I didn’t know what to do so I talked to Professor Stark, you remember in the Psychology Department.”
“And…?”
“And he said, ‘take him away from drugs. After he’s been clean for a month or so, if he still needs help, I could try to do something for him.”
Alex had fallen into the trap. ”Sounds like a good idea.”
“And I thought there’s only one way to be sure to keep him away from drugs; that’s if he went with you on one of your desert trips, as an assistant. We’ll miss him, Mary especially, she even gets worried when he’s away for a few hours without telling her but it seems to be the only solution. Of course I’d be willing to pay.”
After much persuasion, Alex had agreed to take Connor along as his assistant, so long as Connor agreed. Naturally, Alex refused to take any payment though he did accept expenses. He rather doubted if Connor would agree but it's amazing what the threat of a term in a tough Aussie prison will do.
The distance between Perth and Alex’s field area near Eucla was about 1,500 km which would take about three days driving if Alex had a co-driver, but he hadn’t, so it took four days. On the first day, Connor seemed interested. Not surprising since he hadn’t been out of Perth before and the countryside is very different to the city and the beach. Each night they camped by the roadside. The first night Connor was nervous. “Are you sure there are no snakes?” he asked, “I don’t want to die out here.”
“No snakes, at least where we are camping,” Connor assured him.
Then it was the dingoes. As soon as it was dusk, they began to howl. “Are you sure they won’t attack us as we sleep?”
“They won’t, we’re far too big.”
After that, Connor seemed to lose interest. He dozed through most of the day, and was quite subdued even at meals, and still he could sleep at night. Perhaps he had drugs that helped.
When we reached the camp area, we put up the sleeping and the general purpose tent. After that, Connor seemed more at home. For about a week, he proved quite helpful. He cooked meals, kept the site tidy and was good company. During the next two days, however, he showed signs of stress. Alex then realised that he was, by his own choice, alone in a desert with a gay and probably increasingly desperate druggie.
Connor turned to lie on his side. He now faced Alex. His lips formed an invitation, but his eyes were dead.
Alex wondered if any of Connor’s stash remained. He hadn't tried to stop Connor bringing drugs. He knew that sooner or later they would run out and that there would be no way to replace them.
"Alex, I think I should tell you something,” Connor tried a seductive whisper. ”You know I rather like older men, well you, really. Why not, like, relax, eh?"
Alex gave him a faint smile. It really wasn't worth a reply. He supposed it had worked with others but it didn’t work with him. Connor was attractive is a puppyish sort of way but not really his type.
Connor waited awhile before trying a different approach. "We must be running low on food by now. When are you planning on going to town?"
"We'll survive." Alex said bluntly. He always carried enough basic food for the whole trip and he had an emergency cache that he had set up on the previous trip. Mentally he tried to predict how Connor would react when he started getting withdrawal symptoms. He might try begging or else bribing Alex to get him drugs. Probably the first steps of bribery had already started.
Alex considered other ways Connor might try to get drugs. He might destroy any food that he could find in the hope that Alex would go into town with him. Alex smiled to himself. Connor didn’t know about the caches. He might try to steal the land-cruiser but Alex always removed the rotor and kept it with him when he left the vehicle. Another possibility was that Connor would try threatening or even attacking him. That could be interesting since he was quite big and could handle himself in a fight.
Connor mus