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Many Americans have treated homosexuality like an ostrich with its head in the sand — they simply refuse to believe that a man could physically love another man. Perhaps that is why so many parents cannot confront the fact that their son may have homosexual tendencies — because they cannot believe the condition exists.
For those who have realized that homosexuality is another fact of the human condition, their problem is often that they believe homosexuals are vastly different from themselves and “normal” people.
DIRT ROAD DELIVERANCE is a story that attempts to show that homosexuals have the same emotions and problems as anyone else. Joy, sorrow, ecstasy, love, hate-all these emotions are seen in the characters in this novel.
DIRT ROAD DELIVERANCE will undoubtedly be shocking to those people who ignore the fact that homosexuals exist. And for that segment of society that has always felt that homosexuals are different, perhaps this novel will show them that members of the gay society are different only in their choice of lovers.
The nylon of the sleeping bag felt like satiny skin under Perry’s nude body. He tossed and turned on top of it, too hot to crawl inside, too restless to sleep. He rubbed the sole’s of his feet sensuously against the nylon. His cock lay like a hot-water pipe on his smooth abdomen, throbbing maddeningly. He shoved his hands down alongside his balls, rubbing the moist flesh where his thighs met his crotch, massaging his hot taint with the tips of his fingers. To his right, just inches from his face, Ken’s beautiful naked ass invited him to lick it. More than anything else in the world he wanted to shove his lips and nose into the dark, humid cleft between Ken’s smooth asscheeks, but he didn’t dare — Ken would wake up then, and that would be the end of their friendship.
Perry sighed, flipped over onto his belly, and looked out the nylon-mesh screen door of the pup tent. Their campfire crackled ten feet away, shooting flames of yellow and blue three feet into the air. It looked more to Perry like a bonfire than a campfire, and the heat it cast off made the inside of the tent a sauna. It was too warm a June night for a fire that size, but Ken had insisted on building a fire that would last most of the night.
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