It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from The Christmas Extra, Laurel Holidays #5.
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!
“Okay, you give Cord your keys at the door and tell him Sheriff King wants him to move your truck around the back. Watch that curb.” I took his thin arm to aid him up to the sidewalk.
“You’re a good man, Stillman, even if you are light in the loafers.”
Off he toddled. I ran a hand over my beard, wondering, not for the first time, if the old folks in this county sat around making up terms for gays. I’d heard them all during my twenty years here, more frequently during my last ten or so, after I had come out. There had been some upset when the voters had heard that I was gay, but, after the initial shock they’d come to realize that even though I dated men I was one hell of a law enforcement officer.
A few people had rebelled strongly but over the years – and my winning every election overwhelmingly – the haters had stopped being so vocal. They were still around but they’d shut their mouths. For the most part. Most were not willing to go toe-to-toe with me over my sexuality. Some people said that I was intimidating. Good. My chunky frame and height had served me well over the years with those who wanted to push the pansy sheriff. Trust me, most didn’t push too hard or too far. The only thing that pushed me steadily was Paul Whittle’s damned bull. That bastard and I had a long history, one that usually ended up with me hauling my beefy ass over a fence at breakneck speed while Milford visited all his neighbors up and down Whittle Fork Road. It had been a month. The son-of-a-bitch was due to break out and wreak havoc on peoples yards any day now.
I kept an eye on Edgar until he reached the front doors. Cord spoke with him then glanced at me. I nodded. My deputy smiled at the old gent then jogged away from the sprawling stone-and-mortar building that housed grades seven through twelve to me.
©Copyright V.L. Locey 2023
Flossie Benton Rogers says
Great snippet! Can’t wait to see him wrestle with that cantankerous bull.
Jean C. Joachim says
Having once seen a bull up close and personal, I get how he feels. Looking forward to a meeting of the two and I love the portrait you paint of a non-stereotypical gay man. Good reminder than all persuasions come in all physical types. Great story unfolding here. Looking forward to more.
Susanne Matthews says
Looking forward to more of this story and the encounter with the bull. Should be entertaining. Great job.
Love his backstory and the story of the bull. I can see him chasing after the animal. Great job!