Cow Pie Bingo

Cow Pie Bingo

Addison Albright

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Evan lets a co-worker talk him into working a kissing booth at a charity fair. Not quite sure what to expect, he certainly doesn't count on meeting Gary, or kissing the man, considering his past. Kissing is what he ends up doing, though, along with playing cow pie bingo for a good cause. Will Gary end up being more than a six-ticket ride?

 
PUBLISHED BY: Addison Albright
ISBN:
PUBLICATION DATE: 2010
WORD COUNT: 5456
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 5 5 5 5 5
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CATEGORIES: ManLove, Erotica, Contemporary, Romantic Fiction
KEYWORDS: glbt, lgbt, gay, romance, erotica, erotic romance, short story
 

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COPYRIGHT Addison Albright/2010

“Come on, Evan,” needled Karen, “it’s for a good cause.”

Evan grumbled. He did not want to do this. “What, exactly, will I have to do if -- and it’s a big if -- I agree to do this?”

Karen’s eyes lit up, and a smile split her face. She looked downright gleeful, as if he’d already decided to do it for her. “Well, like I said, it’s a kissing booth. All you have to do is stand there in your booth, and when a pretty girl walks up with tickets, you take them from her and give her a kiss.”

“Oh, I see. You’re only selling tickets to pretty girls.” Evan rolled his eyes and sighed.

Now she looked as desperate as the New England Patriots in the final minutes of Super Bowl XLII. “Oh, Evan, please? Of course they won’t all be pretty, but it’s just a little kiss -- a peck even.”

“How long do I have to be there?” he asked.

“‘Do I’? You said ‘do I,’ not ‘would I.’ Only one hour Evan, you man the booth for one hour from two o’clock until three. There’ll be three booths, and the ladies can get in whichever line they want. So you’ll do it?”

Evan groaned and delayed the inevitable, searching his mind for a reasonable excuse. “You said the event is tomorrow. Why the last minute notice?”

“Grant Myer was going to do it but he caught a bad cold so now he can’t. He did it last year for that library fundraiser and said it was fun. He even lined up a couple dates from it.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him. “He was actually looking forward to doing it again.”

What could Evan say? Karen was a terrific administrative assistant and always, always went the extra mile for him. He was single -- well, divorced anyway. He just plain didn’t have a good excuse to say no, and she was right, it was for a good cause.

Evan’s sigh and slumped shoulders didn’t even begin to express his reluctance. “Okay, I’ll be there.”

Karen squealed and bounced like he’d just handed her front row tickets to a Lady Gaga concert. “Oh, thank you so much, Evan. I promise you, you won’t regret it. It’ll be good for you anyway. You’ve been single for two years now, and you never go out on dates.”

Yeah, well there was an explanation for that. Karen, intuitive woman that she was, beat a hasty exit from Evan’s office, having extracted his promise.

Closing his eyes and leaning back in the comfortable leather chair, Evan took a deep breath and tried to settle his tumultuous thoughts. There was indeed a reason he didn’t date anymore. He’d tried after the divorce, but he just couldn’t seem to work up any feelings of attraction toward any of his dates. Not even the really nice-looking ones. He’d tried to put it down to being disillusioned by his bad marriage, but to be fair, there’d never been much of a spark there, either.

After considering the thought that he simply might not be a particularly sexual being, he’d finally discounted that notion when he’d found himself eyeing the men when he was out jogging in Kramden Park. Noticing men -- fantasizing about them even -- and not even taking a second glance at women? He had to consider the possibility that he was gay.

Possibility. Right. It was way past time he at least admitted it to himself. He was gay. He just couldn’t understand how a man could get to the age of thirty two without figuring something like that out, and he had no idea what to do about it. For that matter, he wasn’t sure whether or not he even wanted to do anything about it.

 
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