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| Through the fog came the reality of being taken by another man. No! Not this! Please! An awful torment stabbed through his mind. Was it not a surrender of his masculinity to lie there passively? Was it not an abomination to allow himself to be violated this way? Could he live with the indignity of such an act, giving over his manhood like a boy handing a prized possession to the schoolyard bully; though at that moment, intoxicated on the newfound chemistry of his body, the real question was whether he wanted to live without it? They were urges as distinct as the sun’s warmth and they were flowing from his very center. Could he deny a man who, by the mere sight of him, had given rise to his long denied inclinations; a man now positioned between his legs and touching him so lovingly? * From THE STRANGE HAUNTING of JOHNNY FEELWATER Chapter One |
| He lifted his elbow, sniffed his underarm and detected the smell of stress. But why question his sanity? Just because the temptation he had considered the day before would have meant cashing in of all the chips he had acquired thus far in life? Or maybe because, for the first time in his married life, he found himself at odds with his own sexuality. Or was it because he had heard voices singing from a wall, or had seen a snake disappear inside an upstairs parlor, or had been mistaken for a slave, or had touched another man’s anus—or maybe because all of these events had melded into an unraveling ball of chaos inside his head. But then, was it insanity or pure bliss? From THE STRANGE HAUNTING OF JOHNNY FEELWATER Chapter One |
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