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In our ever-changing and often-confusing world, a world in which it is often difficult to determine right from wrong or good from bad, things which may have shocked our grandparents, or even our parents, are often taken with a grain of salt.
Just a few short years ago, it seemed that the stereotype homosexual had firmly entrenched itself in the general consciousness of our society. It would have been looked upon as absurd, for example, for one to suggest that a certain professional football player was gay. After all, everyone knew that homosexuals were nonviolent at best, and downright weak-kneed at worst. It also went without saying that there were no homosexual doctors, lawyers, politicians or policemen. There were, however, numerous gay hair dressers, interior decorators and fashion designers. And, of course, most artists were suspect.
SNOWBOUND STUDS is a story that “tells it like it is” in that it exposes the old gay stereotype for what it is — a lie. A compelling novel that attempts to uncover the truth in an area where the facts have been ignored too long.
Talbot Winnet heard the wind even above the slurpy, sexual sounds Eddie Hampton was making over stiff cock. The sound of the cold wind, seeping in through the tightly fitted logs of the small cabin two-thirds up Bear Creek Mountain, made Talbot even more appreciative of the warmth from the fire and the warmth spawned by the up and down movements of hot mouth and throat over his hard prick.
Neither young man was aware of the snow that was beginning to fall.
Even if they had been aware of it, they wouldn’t have been too concerned. At a 10,000-foot elevation, the area was often sprinkled with the white stuff, even in midsummer.
The wood in the fireplace shifted as the lapping flame ate away more of the supporting fiber. The resulting rise of sparks cast an attractive glow over both Talbot, who was standing naked, and Eddie, who was naked and on his knees.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.