Straight Guys Series by Steve Milton

Jameson Chan is a Hong Kong businessman with a perfect wife and a few girlfriends in China. Flying home from a grueling week of meetings in the U.S., Jameson retreats to the airplane lavatory to enjoy some private relaxation time. Just outside the lavatory door is Kyle, an experienced flight attendant who's always ready with a smart remark from his highly skilled tongue. The flight encounters turbulence, upsetting not just the tray tables, but Kyle's boredom and Jameson's heterosexuality... moreJameson Chan is a Hong Kong businessman with a perfect wife and a few girlfriends in China. Flying home from a grueling week of meetings in the U.S., Jameson retreats to the airplane lavatory to enjoy some private relaxation time. Just outside the lavatory door is Kyle, an experienced flight attendant who's always ready with a smart remark from his highly skilled tongue. The flight encounters turbulence, upsetting not just the tray tables, but Kyle's boredom and Jameson's heterosexuality. This story is full of travel, intercultural meetings, Hong Kong, Zegna jeans, tight airplane lavatories, tall Hong Kong condo buildings, and hot man-on-man sex. less

Cuba was the forbidden land ninety miles away. I decided to go on a short trip from Miami to clear my head after my breakup with my girlfriend. I had no itinerary planned, no immediate purpose, other than taking in the foreign and unknown. Cuba was a separate world, where I could live a life completely seperate from my regular life. I could do whatever, explore whatever, but what? Yuniel gave me a purpose... moreCuba was the forbidden land ninety miles away. I decided to go on a short trip from Miami to clear my head after my breakup with my girlfriend. I had no itinerary planned, no immediate purpose, other than taking in the foreign and unknown. Cuba was a separate world, where I could live a life completely seperate from my regular life. I could do whatever, explore whatever, but what? Yuniel gave me a purpose. He was the son of the owners of the bed and breakfast ("casa particular") where I stayed, a handsome and well spoken twenty-four-year-old physician, working as a tour guide to earn a better living than slaving without pay in a state-owned hospital. I didn't know anyone else in Cuba, and Yuniel was my guide, my arranger, everything, in this completely foreign place. He and I shared some laughs, some beers, some joints. He mentioned to me that he's gay. I didn't think much of it; my native Miami certainly had no shortage of gay men. I liked the groove of Cuba more and more, and after a very erotic experience with Yuni at the Playas del Este beach, I also liked Yuni's groove more and more. We started spending not just days but also nights together. We knew we were right together, and I worked up the courage to pop the question. This is a sweet, sweet travel romance, about two men finding themselves and finding each other in Havana, Cuba. It includes explicit all-male romantic intimacy, as well as rum, ropa vieja, and a discussion of 20th century Cuban culture and history that answers the question of "What kind of name is 'Yuniel' anyway?" less

When the auto plant closed, my friends and I didn't know where any of us would end up. I answered a help-wanted ad and ended up dancing at a bar called Hard Candy. They were looking for young, muscular autoworker jocks like me to strut for $100 tips and show off our bodies... moreWhen the auto plant closed, my friends and I didn't know where any of us would end up. I answered a help-wanted ad and ended up dancing at a bar called Hard Candy. They were looking for young, muscular autoworker jocks like me to strut for $100 tips and show off our bodies. All I was allowed to wear while dancing there was a "stringie" I wasn't gay, but I badly needed a job, and anyway, the swooshy gay world was so far from my own straight world that it wouldn't interfere with my real, straight life. On my first night there, I encountered a handsome, masculine, stubbled customer who pulled his hat down over his face while he enjoyed a private dance with me. He was very generous with giving me pleasure, and I enjoyed the private time with him much more than I'd ever intended to. When he lifted me off the stage and onto the ground, I smelled his cologne, and instantly recognized who it was. It was the nicest guy anyone had ever known in Dayton, Bill Sugarhill, and here he was at a gay bar. That was the shock of my life. I was even more shocked when the next day, he told me he'd always dreamed of me when we had been best buds in high school and when we'd worked side-by-side at the auto plant. The thing was, I realized I also wanted to be with him. He was the most caring person I'd ever known. We made our relationship work, changing what needed to be changed in order to start our new life together. Even the auto plant re-opened under new ownership. And the law now allowed us to marry, with all our old high school and auto plant buddies in attendance. Bill and I were able to live and love and even work together. Everything had been for the best. less