Queer Writing for a Queer World
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Please welcome PlacidGuy, a new author who joins us with his short story about Theo, who is working at night at the museum, when he sees something in the corner of his eye.
I know you’ll enjoy it as much as I did, and please take a moment to leave a comment or reach out to the author. You can email him at placidguy@proton.me
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With Ollie in the hospital, the family rallies around him to keep his fledgling business afloat. Many of his clients will wait for him to recover, and his brother, Louis, will lend a hand when needed. His Dad is forced back to work, but has agreed to help on the weekends. Ollie is overwhelmed by their support.
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Something happens when Ollie leaves the Cremaster Freedom Resort. When he is driving home, he sees another van approaching on the other side of the road, but it soon moves to the middle of the road, blocking the way. It doesn’t move, and Ollie swerves to avoid a collision, ending up crashing into the ditch at the side of the road.
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When he got home, Ollie’s Dad told him how mad his boss was when he found out that Cockaigne Construction had lost the contract for ‘Vos de Vos’, but his Dad was surprisingly cheerful. Upstairs, Ollie checks out his arsehole in front of Louis and tells him what happened at the sauna.
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I’ve taken a break from writing the spin-off to my current series, Odd Job Ollie, which centres on his brother Louis. (Oops, I’ve let the cat out of the bag, but there are still plenty of Ollie’s adventures to come first.) I had this idea for a story when I was lying awake and struggling to get to sleep. So, before the idea dissipated into the furthest reaches of my brain, I wrote it and now offer it to you all as an extra story this week.
Brad’s younger brother, Jonny, comes to stay while their mother is having an operation in the hospital. But Brad lives in a tiny bedsit, with no room for a guest and no privacy. Jonny is fifteen, doesn’t want to be there and is cantankerous. But there is something else about Jonny that irritates Brad. He doesn’t stop wanking.
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‘Vos de Vos’ advertises itself as the premier gay sauna in Cockaigne. Well, that is true because it is the only gay sauna in Cockaigne. Ollie, finds that he has to go back there while it is open. He meets some of the patrons who don’t leave him alone while he tried to get on with his work.
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A visitor turns up at Ollie’s home to offer him some work. But Ollie doesn’t let know what he’s let himself in for until the man leaves. He’s Mr Vos and owns ‘Vos de Vos’, the local gay sauna. Thankfully, Ollie will only be working there when it’s closed.
Meanwhile, Conor disturbs Ewan’s plan to fuck Ollie by turning up. He wants to fuck Ewan, but Ollie can never know. Ewan makes Ollie hide in his bedroom while he and Conor discuss the arrangement.
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When Ollie returns to Mrs Green’s to rehang her curtains, she manages to embarrass him further. This time in front of his brother. She insists on checking his sore hole, much to Louis’s amusement. That evening, Ollie goes out for a drink with Ewan and Conor, where the topic of discussion is Conor’s sex life, or lack of it.
//It has been over a year since I posted one of my stories to Nifty. So, I thought it was about time I submitted one of my short stories to try to gather more readers and support the site. Nifty may not be perfect, but it remains a valuable resource for the LGBTIQ+ community.
I know not everyone enjoys my stories, and I value constructive criticism, as I always want to improve my writing and make my stories more entertaining. I like to stretch myself (no, not in that way), I enjoy experimenting with new scenarios and fetishes. Sometimes these have not worked as they are outside my experience.
I also love language. I’m proud to be British, and I speak English very well (unfortunately, I speak very little Welsh). I like to think I write English pretty well, too. I also write unapologetically British English and do not translate to other variants of English. But I enjoy discovering the differences in the variants, especially slang, and I sometimes use the term ‘knob’. This is commonplace where I live and can either refer to the entire penis or the helmet. “Let me suck yer knob!”
I try not to use complex or difficult-to-understand language, so when I received the email below, I began to wonder. Has common usage changed, and does the term ‘forfeit’ no longer mean ‘a fine or penalty’? Or is my use of the term peculiar to the British, or old-fashioned? I’ve searched the Cambridge dictionary website, and it does list this meaning as ‘mainly UK’. I would appreciate your thoughts. Also, let me know if there are any other very British English terms I use that non-Brits find difficult to understand or jarring.
I may include a brief explanation of my usage of the term ‘forfeit’ at the beginning of the story. Perhaps I should add a disclaimer to all my stories that they are written in British English. Either way, rudeness is not an appropriate response.
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Thankfully, Ollie manages to go the day without getting fucked. His hole is still sore and needs a break. He has a few jobs to do, and the first one is for a sweet old lady, Mrs Green. There’s no chance of getting fucked there. But he does lose his shorts. When he gets home, his dad has discovered that he has started to work for Mr Cremaster, and Cockaigne Construction isn’t happy.