For the Boys

by J. M. Snyder

Overview

Falling in love was the last thing Army pilot Carl Prosser expected to do while stationed in Korea. But he meets a young man named Tommy who's touring with the USO and does just that. Their relationship deepens through an exchange of letters.

When the USO troupe returns to the front, Prosser devises an elaborate plan to see his lover one last time before the entertainers return to the states. At the last minute, though, there's a change of plans when the enemy hits the USO troupe and Prosser fears Tommy is gone forever.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781611521474
Publisher:	JMS Books LLC
Publication date:	09/18/2011
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	35
File size:	2 MB

About the Author

J.M. Snyder is a multi-published author of gay erotic romance who started JMS Books in 2010. Her stories have been published in anthologies by Cleis Press and Alyson Books. For more information, visit jmsnyder.net.

Read an Excerpt

The Korean night was thin and cold around us as I followed Bert through the darkened Army camp. In the distance I could hear a steady barrage of shells exploding and the thick choppy sound of helicopters lifting the wounded from the fields--constant reminders of the reason we had been stationed a hundred klicks east of Chorwon for the past seven months. Every now and then the ground shook with the shelling, and I had to raise my voice to be heard over the blasts. "Bert, this isn't a good idea...."

Ahead of me Bert stopped and I ran into his back. "Why not?" he asked, peering around.

To our right stretched the mess tent, unlit and closed at this late hour. Behind it were our barracks and the rest of the camp, settling down for the night. Scattered laughter carried over to us on the scant breeze, a few catcalls, someone singing quietly in the darkness. The tent Bert and I shared was that way--we could just turn around now and forget this stupid plan of his. Then no one would know we'd skipped curfew. No one would know we snuck out of the barracks a little after midnight, and no one would know we crept around the camp just because Bert wanted to get friendly with one of the girls in the chorus line from the USO.

The show had ended over an hour ago. There were ten performers in all, a song and dance group from back home, out on the front lines to perform for the boys. And Bert thought the brunette with the pageboy hair and the bright smile at the end of the row was too cute to let slip away.

"You don't stand a chance," I told him when he said he wanted to meet her. "She'll be gone by morning--"

He gave me a wink, his smile infuriating. "They're staying for a fewdays."

The moment the performance ended, Bert pulled me from the makeshift pavilion and tried to push his way backstage, but he couldn't get through the throng of soldiers lining up to talk to the chorus girls. His lieutenant bars meant nothing in that crowd of lonely boys so far away from home, thrilled for a chance to talk with girls who weren't nurses, girls with pretty eyes and soft curves and flashy camouflage showgirl outfits. "I need to meet her," he had said, swooning as he stood on tiptoes to see over the other guys all aching for their chance with the same girl. "Did you see her?"

"We all did," I pointed out. I didn't need to mention that every soldier vied for a few moments alone with her or one of the other girls, and the nurses giggled over the three guys in the chorus line.

One of whom I'd like to see up close myself.