Good news! You no longer have to worry about getting your Amazon Kindle all sticky when reading my short stories. I'm pleased to announce there will be a paperback version of Bennington's Place out next month.
Anyone interested in a free copy? All that I ask is that you write a review on Amazon once you've read the book. Sign up now by leaving a comment on this post. I'll pick five lucky winners out of all that leave a comment!
Release date to follow...
Monday, May 25, 2009
A Star Is Boring
This is a short story that will be featured in my next anthology...
The tattoo just below his hip bone was of a star. It was just a plain five-point star, the size of some kid's sheriff's badge toy. It was the traditional tattoo green, cheap and probably the only thing he could afford when he was old enough to get ink. I focused on it while sucking his long slender cock, envisioning a star atop a manger in some nativity pageant play. His cock was thick at the base with a small pointy mushroom head. There was lots of lose skin as if he was uncut, but he wasn't. It was the long black hair encircling his mid-section that was uncut instead.
I don't remember his name. I think it was Chris. He looked like a Chris. Or a David perhaps. He was tall and lanky, with a long torso. His soft skin was covered in downy black hair which he would eventually trim to avoid looking like a bear. His pecs were there but lacked definition. Some trips to a gym would add easy form for him. The hair atop his head was black and gelled and spiky, a sure sign he was clinging to still being a boy, not yet a man. In his pic online, he was a blond. Chris was 22.
I caressed the back of his head and pushed my cock into his face. His blow job lacked skill, but it still felt nice to have my dick inside a mouth. My boyfriend serviced Chris's long slender pole. I watched, while thinking Chris's hair sure felt soft. Bored with his blowing, I traded spots with the boyfriend to let Chris feel what a blow job should feel like.
It was all quite mechanical, as threesomes can be sometimes. No kissing. Chris got up on his knees. The boyfriend leaned forward to service him some more. I played with one of Chris's nipples, bored. He fumbled with my cock, unsure what to do, new at all this. The boyfriend asked him if he was comfortable and okay with this. Chris said he was.
He lay on his back with the boyfriend beside him. We discussed how long ago it had been since we'd been with someone else before we'd been tested. I asked him again if he was okay with this. He told me to go ahead. I lubed my cock. He lubed his ass. I knelt between his legs and found the insertion to be quite easy. There was no tightness to his hole. Like Chris, his ass was boring. He had been fucked many times before, and maybe even recently. I had been drinking prior to his arrival, so I was no where near climax. I got out of the way to let the boyfriend have a turn. He's bigger than me, so I was anxious to see Chris's expression. The boyfriend's cock barely made a dent. Chris lay there like a dead fish, barely squirming. The boyfriend came inside him in less than five minutes.
Chris said I could have another go and come too. I pushed myself back inside him and picked up speed, slapping my balls against his ass. Chris finally began to react to the fucking. I pounded him harder. Beads of sweat fell across my brow as I came deep inside him. I finished with a few hard thrusts and Chris came too. Towels were handed out. Stomachs wiped clean. The bleachy aroma of ejaculate filled my nostrils. Chris went to the bathroom to clean up. The boyfriend and I dressed and lay there, recovering from our minor exhaustion, waiting for him to return.
Chris quickly dressed. I asked about his hair color being different in his pic. He said his Mom made him dye it back darker for the holidays. To make conversation, I commented on how I had liked to dye my hair years ago during my club going days and even had a perm. I must have sounded stupid, quite the reminder of how young he was. Or how old I was. I should have asked him about the star instead.
Chris quickly dismissed himself and said good-bye in typical trick fashion, a scared 22 year old who had just had his first threesome. The boyfriend and I shrugged and went to bed.
The tattoo just below his hip bone was of a star. It was just a plain five-point star, the size of some kid's sheriff's badge toy. It was the traditional tattoo green, cheap and probably the only thing he could afford when he was old enough to get ink. I focused on it while sucking his long slender cock, envisioning a star atop a manger in some nativity pageant play. His cock was thick at the base with a small pointy mushroom head. There was lots of lose skin as if he was uncut, but he wasn't. It was the long black hair encircling his mid-section that was uncut instead.
I don't remember his name. I think it was Chris. He looked like a Chris. Or a David perhaps. He was tall and lanky, with a long torso. His soft skin was covered in downy black hair which he would eventually trim to avoid looking like a bear. His pecs were there but lacked definition. Some trips to a gym would add easy form for him. The hair atop his head was black and gelled and spiky, a sure sign he was clinging to still being a boy, not yet a man. In his pic online, he was a blond. Chris was 22.
I caressed the back of his head and pushed my cock into his face. His blow job lacked skill, but it still felt nice to have my dick inside a mouth. My boyfriend serviced Chris's long slender pole. I watched, while thinking Chris's hair sure felt soft. Bored with his blowing, I traded spots with the boyfriend to let Chris feel what a blow job should feel like.
It was all quite mechanical, as threesomes can be sometimes. No kissing. Chris got up on his knees. The boyfriend leaned forward to service him some more. I played with one of Chris's nipples, bored. He fumbled with my cock, unsure what to do, new at all this. The boyfriend asked him if he was comfortable and okay with this. Chris said he was.
He lay on his back with the boyfriend beside him. We discussed how long ago it had been since we'd been with someone else before we'd been tested. I asked him again if he was okay with this. He told me to go ahead. I lubed my cock. He lubed his ass. I knelt between his legs and found the insertion to be quite easy. There was no tightness to his hole. Like Chris, his ass was boring. He had been fucked many times before, and maybe even recently. I had been drinking prior to his arrival, so I was no where near climax. I got out of the way to let the boyfriend have a turn. He's bigger than me, so I was anxious to see Chris's expression. The boyfriend's cock barely made a dent. Chris lay there like a dead fish, barely squirming. The boyfriend came inside him in less than five minutes.
Chris said I could have another go and come too. I pushed myself back inside him and picked up speed, slapping my balls against his ass. Chris finally began to react to the fucking. I pounded him harder. Beads of sweat fell across my brow as I came deep inside him. I finished with a few hard thrusts and Chris came too. Towels were handed out. Stomachs wiped clean. The bleachy aroma of ejaculate filled my nostrils. Chris went to the bathroom to clean up. The boyfriend and I dressed and lay there, recovering from our minor exhaustion, waiting for him to return.
Chris quickly dressed. I asked about his hair color being different in his pic. He said his Mom made him dye it back darker for the holidays. To make conversation, I commented on how I had liked to dye my hair years ago during my club going days and even had a perm. I must have sounded stupid, quite the reminder of how young he was. Or how old I was. I should have asked him about the star instead.
Chris quickly dismissed himself and said good-bye in typical trick fashion, a scared 22 year old who had just had his first threesome. The boyfriend and I shrugged and went to bed.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
You Found Me!
Hello kindred and libidinous Reader-
If you are reading this, then you've more than likely recently purchased one of my stories on your Amazon Kindle. And maybe you were so intrigued and aroused by my writing that you wanted to know more. Well, until now, I've had no other presence on the web outside of my books being available on Amazon, and only on the Kindle Ereader. That's about to change. And because of that, my publisher suggested that I tap into the world wide web and set up an online home where readers can visit and learn more. So here I am.
Kindle owners can currently enjoy an anthology of my short stories called Bennington's Place. It's been a bestseller in the Amazon Kindle Erotica Genre and has been in the Top 20 list for several months now. I am currently at work on a second collection and debating on whether or not to call it Bennington's Place Too or something else. Any suggestions?
Those craving more can download the first two parts of a series I call Mysterious Physique. It takes place in my home town of New Orleans and follows a young man named Caiden on his sexual escapades. Caiden is young, hot, pretentious, and wealthy. He lives in the guest house behind his mother's New Orleans plantation. He spends his time either with his best friend Jacob in the Bourbon Street clubs or by searching for his next lover to appease his strong sexual appetite. But after growing tired of the bar scene and different bed partners every night, Caiden begins to feel a certain yearning for the attention of his best friend.
In part one of this series, on the eve of his birthday, Caiden takes to the streets and bars in search of Jacob. Along the way, he encounters a few everyday characters in his life who have had the pleasure of sleeping with him. Reminiscing of those steamy trysts, Caiden grows even more eager to find Jacob and spend time with him. In part two of this erotic tale, Caiden is still in search of his best friend Jacob in the French Quarter. Along the way, he meets a young male who claims to have hooked up with Jacob in a bath house earlier that evening. Also, the reader is finally introduced to the mysterious Jacob and gets acquainted with his sexual appetite, discovering that Jacob lives for a darker side of the New Orleans sex culture.
I'm currently at work on Part III and hope to have it available on Amazon by the end of the month. And as I said earlier, my work is about to be available to more people that just Kindle owners. A paperback edition of Bennington's Place will soon be published.
If you have any questions or comments for me, feel free to leave a comment on this blog.
If you are reading this, then you've more than likely recently purchased one of my stories on your Amazon Kindle. And maybe you were so intrigued and aroused by my writing that you wanted to know more. Well, until now, I've had no other presence on the web outside of my books being available on Amazon, and only on the Kindle Ereader. That's about to change. And because of that, my publisher suggested that I tap into the world wide web and set up an online home where readers can visit and learn more. So here I am.
Kindle owners can currently enjoy an anthology of my short stories called Bennington's Place. It's been a bestseller in the Amazon Kindle Erotica Genre and has been in the Top 20 list for several months now. I am currently at work on a second collection and debating on whether or not to call it Bennington's Place Too or something else. Any suggestions?
Those craving more can download the first two parts of a series I call Mysterious Physique. It takes place in my home town of New Orleans and follows a young man named Caiden on his sexual escapades. Caiden is young, hot, pretentious, and wealthy. He lives in the guest house behind his mother's New Orleans plantation. He spends his time either with his best friend Jacob in the Bourbon Street clubs or by searching for his next lover to appease his strong sexual appetite. But after growing tired of the bar scene and different bed partners every night, Caiden begins to feel a certain yearning for the attention of his best friend.
In part one of this series, on the eve of his birthday, Caiden takes to the streets and bars in search of Jacob. Along the way, he encounters a few everyday characters in his life who have had the pleasure of sleeping with him. Reminiscing of those steamy trysts, Caiden grows even more eager to find Jacob and spend time with him. In part two of this erotic tale, Caiden is still in search of his best friend Jacob in the French Quarter. Along the way, he meets a young male who claims to have hooked up with Jacob in a bath house earlier that evening. Also, the reader is finally introduced to the mysterious Jacob and gets acquainted with his sexual appetite, discovering that Jacob lives for a darker side of the New Orleans sex culture.
I'm currently at work on Part III and hope to have it available on Amazon by the end of the month. And as I said earlier, my work is about to be available to more people that just Kindle owners. A paperback edition of Bennington's Place will soon be published.
If you have any questions or comments for me, feel free to leave a comment on this blog.
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