Diane shared this little tid bit with me when she returned her review: “I snorted my coffee onto the keyboard at some points.”
Boy Scout: Boys of Perfection is an outrageous, laugh-out-loud, wipe your brow, snicker and re-read a line to be sure that’s what it said… Then nod knowingly as you chuckle to yourself once more.
Short story shorter… this Boy Scout is a naïve young ’un whose gosh golly Mayberry demeanor is buried under innuendo, allusions and outright ‘awakening’ of the lascivious kind, yet Benji manages to come through his misadventures with flying colors… of the rainbow variety.
The best part of this quest was Benji getting out of town with his virtue intact. There were points where I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. By the time young Benji meets Mack the Lumberjack, you just know it’s going to be quite the ride.
The scenes of affection, and restraints, are smoking. The critters are devilish, and the outcome to the quest is ever in question. Four solid stars for a quick, hawt, funny and enjoyable read.
Welcome to Perfection, California. The year is 1961. The picket fences are white, the lawns are green, and the sprinklers are shiny and new… and Benji the 18-year-old Boy Scout is about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime.
Yes, Benji dreams of getting his hands on the coveted Happy Beaver Badge, a challenge that requires him to hike up to Mount Pleasant, venture through the Rainbow Forest, cross Lake Serenity and reach the old abandoned Forestfire Station.
But as Benji sets off, looking forward to experiencing the beauty of nature… nature isn’t exactly as welcoming as Benji had hoped. From evil chipmunks to stinky skunks, Benji’s adventure quickly turns into a quest for survival. Luckily for Benji, he meets handsome Mack the Lumberjack who’s willing to give the Boy Scout a helping hand—in more ways than one!
From palace-hopping across the Rajasthan Desert to sleeping in train stations in Bulgaria, from spinning prayer-wheels in Kathmandu to exploring the skull-gated graveyards of the indigenous Balinese tribes, Geoffrey Knight has been a traveller ever since he could scrape together enough money to buy a plane ticket. Born in Melbourne but raised and educated in countless cities and towns across Australia, Geoffrey was a nomadic boy who grew into a nomadic gay writer. When he’s not travelling the world, Geoffrey is travelling the world of his imagination–where the adventures, thrills and romance are limitless.