No Place Like Home
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by Rick R. Reed
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Humor
Description: Trannies and Psychos and Bears...oh my!
Burl is horny. And his lover, AJ, is in the kind of sleep that approaches comatose. What's a boy to do? In the middle of the night, Burl slips away from the house he shares with AJ, looking for just a little release for his pent-up passion. AJ won't mind; after all, he says he doesn't care where Burl gets his tires pumped, as long as he gets to ride.
But what Burl finds in straying from his own backyard is not quite the kind of excitement he had in mind. From boxer-shorted bears, to men who aren't quite what they seem, to homicidal ebony gods, Burl doesn't know quite what to make of the bizarre world outside...and the people in it. From the snow-capped peaks of the Adirondack Mountains (and the Sodom Sin Mountain Ski Resort), to the dangerous streets of the lower east side of Manhattan, Burl discovers that it isn't always easy--or safe--when you go looking for love in all the wrong places.
What lessons does Burl learn on his quest? Does he discover, really, that there's no place like home? There's only one way to find out--start reading!
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Comedy
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: June 2010
2 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [36 KB]
Reading time: 16-23 min.
"4.5 STARS!...author Rick Reed takes us on a surreal ride with Burl as he desperately seeks release. According to the author, this short story is a gay romance twist on "The Wizard of Oz" and it is a perfect analogy for this tale. The story is dreamlike in its quality with dark comedic texture woven throughout. The feel of this story is very much of a REM-induced dream that starts off with excitement and titillation and gradually grows into the bizarre and then progressively darker and more nightmarishly scarier with each of Burl's encounters...Burl was a delight to read, his facetious disposition and sarcasm made me laugh out loud quite a few times while reading this story...Rick Reed has written quite a clever and distinctive story by blending a number of literary motifs; romance/erotica, fantasy, comedy, horror and a touch of the literary absurd into the mix...Rick Reed is at his best in this fantastical tale as he demonstrates once again his talent, uniqueness and versatility as a writer..."--Indigene, Rainbow Reviews
"4 NYMPHS!...a dark comedy spoof reminiscent of a kinky Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and Alice in Wonderland...This is a well written fast read with interesting characters, in addition to an abundance of humor. I found the story to be impressive..."--Chocolate Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
Dawn's pinkish light filtered through the gray as Burl drove on, now well into the Adirondack Mountains. Gradually, his destination became clear. Even to him.
After six hours, Burl pulled up, with a spray of snow, in front of the Sodom Sin Mountain Ski Resort. He planned to have a few hot toddies in the lounge and a slow, comfortable screw in one of the guest rooms.
Feeling slightly out of place at ten o'clock in the morning in a ski lodge in his ensemble, Burl chose an unobtrusive spot near a window and ordered a hot buttered rum. Outside, the snow fell steadily, making Burl think of the last bukkake party he had attended and how he had come home to AJ accusing him of smelling like bleach.
"How droll," Burl muttered when a waiter, clad in tight black jeans and cable knit sweater, set his drink before him. A cinnamon stick, carved into the shape of a circumcised penis, garnished his mug. Burl glanced around quickly to ensure no one was looking, removed the stick, stood, dropped his jeans to the tops of his thighs, bent over and inserted the garnish deep inside himself. He sighed when he felt its tingle.
Glancing around once more, he put himself back in order, sat, and sipped his potable with a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. In spite of the diversion--"Shouldn't that be perversion, hon?" AJ taunted in the back of his mind--Burl knew it would take a lot more than a stick of cinnamon to satisfy him.