It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from The Barkeep and the Bookseller, Campo Royale #3.
Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
I was on a desert island, surrounded by swaying palm trees and beautiful people with hard bodies in skimpy swimwear. Shiny happy vacationers frolicked on the white sands as I reclined on a chaise, icy cold bottle of Corona in hand, my bright pink toenails soaking up the Caribbean sun. Or maybe it was along the shores of Puerto Vallarta or even Samoa and not in the Caribbean at all. Hell. Could be I was lounging on the Riveria which would amazing. Wherever I was it was fucking incredible. Zero stress. Like totally zero. Negative zero even.
Beautiful tropical breezes, athletic men and women, cold beer, warm toes. It was paradise. Just as I was lifting my bottle of beer to remove the lime a huge shape blocked out the sun I squinted as my eyes tried to adjust. The shape leaned down to poke me in the chest. Hard. With a massive finger the size of a bratwurst. The poking continued. I stupidly blinked at Maui – animated Maui with all that hair and tats and enormous pecs – as he hovered over my skinny ass. Okay so we were fore sure in the land of my maternal grandfather. Samoa. Cool. Never been but seriously wanted to visit someday soon. When I was rich which would be roughly never.
“Daddy, wake up please.” Maui – who sounded exactly like Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson – which was to be expected because, yeah, Moana was on the loop twenty-four and seven around here, continued jabbing at me with his big pointer finger. Why was this Polynesian demigod calling me dad? Was I a god in this glorious land of flirty dudes and chicks? That would cool. “Daddy. The TV is boring. Can we see Heihei?”
Wait. Maui wanted to watch TV?