A to Z

March 5, 2010

A quick excerpt from A to Z.

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Jared brought a six-pack of Dr. Pepper and a couple of fans, and we started painting. Even with the doors open and the fans on, it was hot. Angelo had his shirt off, and I was surprised by how distracting it was. As the hours crept past, I found my eyes drawn to him over and over again. When we first met, I had simply thought he was a punk. That had changed as we became friends. Still, I wondered why it had never occurred to me to really look at him.

He was rail-thin, but his arms were roped with taut muscles. His skin was dark and he had very little hair on his body. He had a starburst pattern tattooed around his navel and another one between his shoulder blades. His pants hung low on his hips. If they were even an inch lower, I was sure I would have been able to see pubic hair. He was painting the top of a doorframe, his head tipped back, and he was laughing at something Jared had just said.

He was beautiful.

A drop of paint fell and landed on his chest. I watched it slide down his chest, over his ribs, and onto the flat plain of his stomach. I could see the soft, downy hairs there and that white paint against his dark skin, and I had a sudden and ridiculous urge to lick it off of him. I was sure that it would taste just like vanilla ice cream. I knew his skin would be soft against my tongue, salty and delicious. I imagined kneeling in front of him, running my tongue over his ribs, sliding my hands up his thighs to grip his ass. I imagined seeing him with his head thrown back in passion. I felt myself growing hard at the thought.

“Zach?” he said suddenly.

I ripped my eyes away from that drop of paint, looked up at his face. Jesus, could he tell I had a fucking hard-on? He was staring at me with that lopsided grin, looking incredibly amused, but I didn’t think it was over the embarrassing bulge in my pants. Jared, on the other hand, was grinning at me like he knew exactly what was going on.

“What?” I sounded defensive, although I hadn’t meant to.

“Did you even hear me?” Angelo asked.

Had I heard him? Had he been talking? All I could remember was the way the paint had rolled over his stomach, and I had to resist the urge to look down at it again.

“Zach, what’s up with you, man?” he asked jokingly.

Jared made a choking sound, and I knew he was trying not to laugh at me. I needed Angelo to put his shirt back on.

“Aren’t you cold?” I asked him.

“No.” He had spotted the paint and was trying to wipe it off. Now he had a white smear across his stomach. At least it didn’t look like ice cream anymore. “Why?”

“It’s cold in here.” In my defense it had finally dropped below eighty-five.

Angelo looked at me like I was crazy. “Then why you sweatin’?”

Jared really did start laughing now. Angelo turned and looked at him in confusion. I did my best to glare daggers at him. He clamped his mouth shut and started putting his brush away.

“What’s so funny?” Angelo asked him.

“Nothing.” But he was obviously struggling to get himself under control. “Listen, it is definitely hot in here. Way too hot for all three of us. I think I better go.”

“Already?” Angelo asked. “Why?”

Jared laughed again. “I gotta go tell Matt he won our bet.” He looked over at Angelo. “Ang, I was listening even if Zach wasn’t, and it’s a great idea.”

Angelo looked extremely pleased, and I was irrationally annoyed that it was Jared who had caused it. “Cool,” Angelo said to him. “We still on for dinner?”

“Sure. Just come on by when you guys are ready.” He was still smiling. He had to walk past me to get to the door, and as he passed me, he said very quietly, “Not blind anymore, are you?” I felt my whole face turn red. “See you later.”

Once Jared was gone, I looked back over at Angelo. He had gone back to painting the top of the door jamb. His skin was moving over the thin, taut muscles in his arms. His head was back. There was a drop of sweat in the little hollow at the base of his throat.

I was getting hard again.

I really needed him to put his shirt back on.

“Hey, it’s almost dinner time anyway,” I said to him. “Let’s go back to the motel and get cleaned up. I could use a shower.” A really, really cold shower.

He shrugged. “Okay.”

First we had to clean the brushes, or they’d be worthless by the time we got back from dinner. We crowded into the mop room and stood next to each other at the utility sink, rinsing out brushes and pans and rollers. There wasn’t much room, and his arm kept brushing mine. At least he had put his shirt back on. Still, I could smell him. He smelled like sweat and shampoo, and paint, and it was sexy as hell. Just standing next to him had me hard all over again. Had he rolled in pheromones that morning or something?

He was talking again and I was finding it very difficult to pay attention.

“The thing I never got ’bout Gone with the Wind was why Scarlett was so crazy over Ashley anyway, you know? Here she’s got Rhett on the line, and all she can think ’bout is Ashley, who’s a total fuckin’ pansy.”

“I never watched it.” I was watching his hands. He was washing out his paint brush, his long, thin fingers working through the bristles, and I thought about what it would feel like to have those fingers tangled in my hair. While I licked paint off of his stomach.

Seriously, this was getting weird.


Giveaway: MARITIME MEN

February 28, 2010

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Another excerpt, this one XXX

February 26, 2010

Jack was walking down the hallway when Dave flew out of the
bathroom, dripping wet with a towel in his hair and totally naked.
He was still semi-erect and was working on going full mast when
Jack asked, “Looking for someone?”

“Yep, you. Get your fine-looking ass into the bedroom. Now.
Daddy wants to play!”

“Oh gawd! Daddy….”

Since Dave was already naked and now cast-iron hard, he
pulled Jack over to the bed and began to undress him. First, he
removed Jack’s shirt, and when Jack stood bare chested, Dave
licked each nipple, giving them a little nibble before he stopped.

Next, he sat down on the bed and reach up to unbuckle Jack’s belt
and pull the zipper of his jeans down slowly. Jack stood there
looking down at Dave, smiling, his breath quickening.

As usual, Jack’s jeans were tight, just as Dave liked them, and
when Dave pulled them down, down came the underwear as well.
Dave pulled off each pant leg and threw the jeans on the floor and
then bent down and removed the shorts that were stretched between
Jack’s legs.

The final act in the striptease was the removal of both
socks.
When Dave looked back up, Jack was fully erect as well. Dave
took Jack in hand and slowly jerked his cock a couple of times,
admiring the length and girth of Jack’s manhood. He slowly
caressed Jack’s balls, which hung nicely underneath, and when he
couldn’t resist any more, he pulled Jack into his mouth and took him
all the way to the root. Dave slowly worked his way back and forth
on Jack, licking all the way.

He ran his hands over Jack’s bare ass,
sending shivers up Jack’s spine. Jack had the smoothest ass that
Dave had ever encountered, and he loved running his hands over it.
Letting Jack loose, Dave swung his legs up onto the bed,
scooted into the center of the mattress and faced away, then he lay
on his back to look up at Jack behind him. As Dave’s head hung
over the edge of the bed, Jack was able to push his cock down
Dave’s throat and fuck his face. Dave lay there enjoying the taste
and feel of Jack’s cock as he watched Jack’s balls swing over his
eyes.

He could see the beautiful curve of Jack’s near perfect ass
where the two mounds of flesh came together.
Jack bent slightly and played with Dave’s nipples, tweaking
each alternately. As the speed of his thrusts increased, he began to
punish the nipples a little more by twisting on them, sending little
shock waves through Dave. Dave’s cock throbbed with need as he
wanted Jack’s mouth and ass wrapped around his cock.

Jack leaned all the way over and—still fucking Dave’s
mouth—went down on Dave, sucking Dave’s cock for all he was
worth. Jack was able to maintain his thrusting with the bobbing of
his head as he sucked Dave.

After a minute, Jack straightened up, and after a few more
thrusts deep into Dave’s throat, he pulled out before he blew his
load. He walked away from the bed for a few seconds and then came
back as Dave had adjusted himself so that his head was now on the
pillows and his feet were pointed toward the footboard.
Jack smiled and crawled onto the bed, landing between Dave’s
thighs. As Dave looked down, Jack began to suck Dave’s cock
again. He ran his hands up Dave’s thighs and continued onto Dave’s
chest where he found his nipples once more.

As he tweaked them,
he continued to deep-throat Dave, finally letting go of Dave’s cock
and going to work on his balls. He ran his tongue over both of them,
taking each into his mouth one at a time, rolling them around before
letting them out. Jack ran his tongue over Dave’s inner thigh and
downward into the crevice where Dave’s ass cheeks came together.
Jack brought his hands down from Dave’s chest and parted Dave’s
ass, running his tongue into the fully accessible pack of nerve
endings that made up Dave’s hole. As slowly as he could, Jack ran
his tongue over and over the opening, teasing the sensitive flesh,
flicking his tongue like a snake. Dave reacted to this attention by
practically levitating off the bed.
“Holy fuck, that feels good! Do me, baby!” Dave moaned.

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“Jack and Dave,” excerpt two!

February 26, 2010

The guy looked about 26 years old, had short, black hair,
brown eyes, and was marginally attractive. “Yeah, what are you
looking for?” he asked in a far-from-friendly manner.
“I’m looking for Jack; is he in?” Dave asked.
“Who are you?” the guy asked.
“Is he here or not?”
“He might be; now who are you?”
“I’m Dave, and you are?”
“I’m Billy,” he said as he looked Dave up and down.
“You gonna answer my question? Is Jack here?”
“I’ll see,” he said, closing the door and leaving Dave standing
in the hallway at the beginning of a slow burn.
After a few seconds, Dave heard raised voices coming from
inside the apartment. The noise didn’t quite rise to the level of a
fight, but it was clear Billy wasn’t happy that Jack had a visitor. As
Dave was getting ready to pound on the door, it opened and Jack
appeared.
“Hi, everything okay?” Dave asked as he tried to look past
Jack to see where Billy was.
Jack rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah, everything is fine. He’s
just upset that you came to see me.”
“This is asinine. You’re an adult; you can damn well see who
the fuck you want to see in your own home.”
“Shh, don’t make things worse.”
“Look, I came over to ask you if you wanted to catch the
midnight show at the movies. Whaddaya say? You up for it on a
Saturday night? My treat.”
Jack looked down at the floor and after a second looked back
up and smiled. “Yeah, that sounds like a lot of fun. Lemme get my
wallet.”
“Can I come in and wait rather than stand out here in the
hallway like the hired help?”
Jack smiled again, opened the door, and walked back to what
Dave assumed was the bedroom. Dave closed the door and stayed
on his feet, listening for the slightest hint that something was going
to get physical.
“Where are you going this late?” Dave heard Billy ask Jack.
“I’m going out to the movies; I’ll be back later,” Jack replied.
“What? No, you’re not. You tell him that it’s too late and that
you’re going to bed. Tell him now!”
“Ouch! Get your hand off; you’re hurting my wrist!” Jack
exclaimed.
That was all Dave needed to hear. He pushed the bedroom
door open and found Billy holding Jack by the wrist and twisting it.

It was a bad move on Billy’s part. Billy’s eyes grew wide when he
saw Dave standing within a foot of him. Jack opened his mouth to
say something, but he didn’t get the chance to utter any words.
Dave swung a right hook that landed just under Billy’s jaw,
lifting him up off the floor slightly and tumbling him backward onto
his ass. Dave stood over the prone man with a look of murder in his
eyes and said, “Keep your fucking hands off of him. Do you
understand?”
“Dave, it’s all right, really. I’m not hurt. Just let him be,
please,” Jack implored Dave.
Dave didn’t take his eyes off Billy, silently daring him to get
up and do something. Billy was smart enough to remain on the floor
and not move.
“If I ever hear you put your hands on Jack again without him
asking you to, I will finish what I just started. Do you understand
me, boy?”
No response came from Billy.
“Do you understand?” Dave asked while taking a step closer to
Billy.
“Yeah, I understand. You had no right to hit me,” he replied.
Dave looked down with contempt and turned to go with Jack.
When they got outside, Jack made it known how he felt.
“Dave, I didn’t need you to do that. I don’t need a knight in
shining armor to come along and save me. You know that right?”
“I never said that you did, but that asshole has no right to hurt
you or try to hurt you, especially on my account. Who the fuck does
he think he is anyway?”
“I told you. He thinks he’s my boyfriend.”
Dave turned his head and spit onto the grass in response. “I
hate bullies and that ass clown is a bully. If he wants to get physical
with someone, he can do it with me, and I’ll clean house with his
ass.”
“Look, you’re getting more upset. Please calm down or I’m
going back to the apartment.”

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“Jack and Dave”

February 26, 2010

Here’s a taste of what to expect in “Jack and Dave.”

Dave headed down the street and turned right at the corner headed toward one of Reading‟s oldest gay bars. The Purple Door had been around for at least thirty years and stood as the symbol of the gay community in the city, and as Dave approached, he had an odd tension in his stomach.

Somehow he felt that once he crossed the threshold of the bar, he was identified to the community at large as a homosexual. Considering this was something he had fought against so hard in the military, crossing through the door was like breaking a curse.

When he walked in, all the heads in the place turned to check out who was coming in. The club had a bar formed in a big oval in the middle of the room with a small dance floor off to one side. There was no band, just pre-recorded music played on loop. The light was low, and it took Dave a minute for his vision to adjust to the atmosphere. As he took a seat at the bar, all eyes were still focused on him as the bartender headed his way.

“What‟ll be?” the cute bartender asked. Weren’t all gay bartenders cute?

“Rum and Coke, please.”

“Sure thing. New around here? I don‟t remember seeing you before.”

“New? Not really. New in here, yes. I just got out of the Marines, and this is my first month home.”

“Ah, that would explain the high and tight,” the bartender said, referring to Dave‟s hair.

“Yeah, I kinda like it, though,” Dave replied.

“Don‟t get me wrong, I like it too. Dan‟s my name,” the bartender said, holding out his hand.

“Hi, Dave, glad to meet you.” “Ah, forgive me for asking, but you are twenty-one or older, right?”

“Yep, wanna see ID?”

“Nah, I‟ll take your word for it. First drink is on the house, Marine,” Dan said.

“Thanks, nice of you,” Dave replied with a smile that seemed to light up the bar. As Dave looked around, he found most of the men in the bar were still staring at him. He nodded a few times, and the guys nodded back or waved. It was obvious that more than one man was intensely interested in Dave, but none approached him directly.

As he finished his drink, Dan brought another and set it down. “This is from Nick over there at the end of the bar,” Dan said and smiled again. “I don‟t think you‟ll be paying for any drinks in here tonight,” he continued with a laugh.

Dave nodded to Nick and smiled. Dan reached down below the bar and did something that turned up the music slightly. As a good song came on, one young man girded his loins and came up to Dave. “Care to dance?”

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Excerpt One

Angel: Author extra

February 24, 2010

Hi, I’m JL Merrow, and I’m just popping in to post a little “extra” relating to my Nap-Size Dream, Angel, which was released today.

Angel is the story of a committed Christian, Don, who falls for a tortured demon, Michael, he knew briefly as a child—and was parted from in horrifying circumstances.

I’ll let Michael introduce himself, and the story, to you.  (This “extra” doesn’t appear in the ebook.)

……..

I was ten years old when I found out I was a demon.

Of course, I’d known there was something different about me and my Mom for years, even then. The way we didn’t hang around in any one place for more than a year at most. The way I wasn’t allowed to be friends with anyone whose family were practicing Christians. Or Jews. Or Muslims or anything else for that matter, even up to the kid whose mom floated around in black lace dresses and called herself a Wiccan. I guess she just wasn’t doing it right.

Anyhow, when you’re a little kid you accept these things, but sooner or later you start to wonder why you have to follow all these rules that no one else does. Why you’re the only kid who’s never been to a wedding or a funeral, never gone to Mass or a bar mitzvah. It was around that time I started noticing that my Mom wasn’t like other moms. I didn’t know what the hell to call it in those days, I guess because the words “batshit insane” don’t figure in a lot of reading primers.

Anyhow, I’d kinda worked out that Mom was weird. It hadn’t occurred to me to think that maybe I was weird—that maybe Mom was weird because of me.

Until the day Donnie Gallagher took me to his church after school.

That was when I got these scars.

……..

I hope you enjoyed that! You can find an excerpt from the story on the main Dreamspinner site by following the link. :D

First Kiss by Ariel Tachna

February 9, 2010

First kiss

Robin took another sip of his hot chocolate, curling his fingers around the paper mug in the hope of keeping his hands from freezing. He’d thought his gloves were in his pockets, but apparently not. The wind roared down the street, the tall buildings creating a tunnel of vicious proportions and even the three-sided enclosure at the bus stop provided little protection. Shifting back and forth to keep his blood circulating, he wondered how long it would be before the bus arrived.

“Morning.”

Robin looked up and smiled at the only thing besides his drink that had any chance of warming him up on such a frigid day. He’d run into Darren one morning at this bus stop and had started walking the extra block ever since. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired. Everything Robin wasn’t. He’d come to terms with being a short, skinny, redheaded twink in college, but that didn’t keep him from occasionally wishing he had the looks to attract a man like Darren. The other man was generous with his smiles, though, and his conversation, and that kept Robin coming back every morning at the same time. Continue reading “First Kiss by Ariel Tachna” »