Taste Test: Blue Collar
a blue collar collection edited by T. Mitchell
Torquere Press
Blue collar boys are all about playing as hard as they work. That's the
idea behind this Taste Test. From truckers to dock workers and bike
mechanics, these boys are all about greasing up and getting down.
Authors Mychael Black, Laney Cairo, Jay Lygon and Angelia Sparrow
bring a whole truckload of blue collar boys to the party, all looking
for a good time, whether it's a chance encounter or a long awaited
meeting. Grab your work shirt and plunge into this Taste Test today!
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Excerpt from "Coming Off the Road":
“Wilson! Got a Roadway in bay four.”
“On it!”
Kelly Wilson typed the last two entries into the computer inventory,
then grabbed his clipboard and a pen. Thank God it was almost
quittin’ time. Then he could head home, hopefully out of the
worst of the heat, and try to catch Isiah on his cell. God, Kelly hated
it when Isiah was on the road, but it helped pay the bills and the
homecomings were well worth the time apart. Having a truck driver for a
partner sucked a good bit of the time, but Kelly had met the man here
on these very docks, and he wasn’t the type to ask a man to find
another line of work just cause he was lonely.
He wiped away the sweat from his forehead and stuffed his rag back into
his front right pocket. Standing to the side, he waited for the driver
while another dock worker unloaded the truck with a forklift. Jesus
fuck. It had to be, what, a hundred degrees? In the shade? Okay, yeah.
Texas sucked.
“Hot enough for ya?”
Kelly nearly jumped out of his skin. A second later, he spun around and
whacked the hulk of a man behind him with his clipboard. It was either
that, or embarrass the ever-living hell outta both of them by
plastering himself to that huge body and kissing every inch of dark
skin he could reach.
“Well, that’s a hell of a hello,” Isiah laughed.
Kelly scowled and wanted to kiss that smirk. “Goddamn, you’re a sight for sore eyes.”
Isiah winked and glanced up at the clock. “When can you leave?”
“Soon as I’m done with your truck. When do you have to head
out again?” Kelly was almost afraid to ask, but he just had to
know how long he’d have.
The grin Isiah gave him was all Kelly needed. “In two weeks. Gotta love rackin’ up vacation time.”
Oh. Fucking. A!