Smuterday - Jarheads Style

9 of the Jarheads short stories will be out on Wednesday in a little anthology collection called Everyday Stories.  I thought it would be nice for them to get a turn at Smuterday.

Here they are, without further ado.

Steamy Jarheads Excerpt:

Rock kept working his nipples, mouth moving from one to the other and occasionally heading south to lick at his navel, or his hips. And all the while Dick's hand moved over him, his Pretty's breath hot on his neck as one sucking kiss after another was left there. It didn't take too long before he shot, moaning as he sprayed Dick's fingers with his spunk.

Rock's head popped up, that shit-eating grin back. "Slut."

"Uh-huh. Yours."

Dick laughed, hands sliding to cup his balls, and then to card through his pubes. "We're gonna shave you now," he whispered. "Me and Rock." There was a note of excitement in Dick's voice, hips pushing against his ass, jeans and the prick behind them rubbing.

"Hmm? What've y'all been up to?" His head was all loose on his neck, just bobbly and wobbly.

"It's the kid’s idea." Still, Rock was the one setting out the razor, making sure they had extra blades for it, finding the shaving cream.

"Been too long since we saw that tattoo," murmured Dick, fingers pushing his pubes this way and that, showing the black beneath them.

"Y'all are pervs." His cock jerked, trying to think about recovering.

Rock snorted, hand wrapping around his cock and pumping it a few times, encouraging that recovery. "We're not the ones with a tattoo'd dick."

"I was drunk. It was the Philippines. What else was I supposed to do?"

"Pine for your marines." Rock gave his cock one last stroke, winking at him. Behind him Dick was swallowing his laughter, body shaking against him.

"Pine for my..." He chuckled, shook his head. "I'll kick both your asses. You've seen the ink."

"Not in ages." Dick turned his head and took a kiss, tongue pushing deep as Dick rubbed against his ass. Rig sort of forgot anything but that kiss, especially when his Blue started touching him again, loving on him.

"Okay, let’s do this," growled Rock. "Before I decide I'd rather just have a blow job."

"No, let’s do it -- that way you get this and a blowjob, Rock."

"You're bartering with my mouth, Pretty." Not that he minded; it was a pride thing.

Dick grinned and nuzzled into his neck. "Actually, I don't remember specifying who was going to give him the blowjob. Only who was going to get it." Dick's lips wandered up to his ear and his Pretty whispered. "I'll give it to him while you fuck me with that gorgeous cock of yours all bare."

Jesus, when did Dick get so good at that?

"Oh, sweet fuck."

He could feel Dick's grin against his skin.

"Are you two lovebirds about ready to move this along?" growled Rock impatiently.

Dick’s grin turned into a chuckle. "How do you want it, Rig? I could sit on the can with you in my lap."

"Perv. You'd get all hairy."

"Maybe, but I'll have a lapful of you and that's pretty good trade."

Rock rolled his eyes. "Sit. Now. Both of you."

"Bossy old man." He leaned over, took Rock's lips in a hard, hungry kiss.

Rock opened right up for him, rumbling right into his mouth. Oh, hell yes. He dove into it, just giving Rock all he had. He didn't even notice they were moving until he landed in Dick's lap, Rock's mouth still locked onto his. He got himself settled, hands sliding over Rock's shoulders, just holding on. Blue's hands slid over him, and his legs were spread, ankles hooked around his Pretty's calves.

Breaking the kiss, Rock grinned at him. "Look at you."

"You mean this skinny old cowboy?" He grinned right back, winked. Sexy fucker.

Rock frowned and looked around. "You see a skinny old cowboy here, kid?"

"Nope. Just you, me and Rig."

Rock grunted, nodded and smiled at him. "You hear that? Nobody old here."

Rig just reached up, touched Rock's face. "I hear you, Marine."

Those eyes held his for a moment and then Rock waggled his eyebrows. "All right, let’s get this show on the road. Someone's about to lose some hair."

Dick cheered and slid warm hands down to Rig's inner thighs, stroking.

"Y'all are big muscly pervs."

Rock chuckled. "Yeah, because you're not enjoying this. At all." Rock bopped his prick gently, making the hard flesh bob.

"It's just being polite, paying attention." He leaned back, Dick laughing and shaking against him.

"Polite..." Rock snorted and then laughed, too.

Sean
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Smuterday - Living the Dream

Today I have a steamy snippet from Living the Dream, which comes out tomorrow at Amber Allure.

Wentworth “Went" Dawson, young CEO and owner of Dawson Dynamics, is on an enforced vacation after suffering a mild heart attack. He has a list of foods he shouldn’t eat and a prescription for downtime, which is why he’s at Lake Tahoe, California, sitting in the hotel restaurant working on his laptop.

Chip knows all about life in the fast lane and heart attacks, the very reasons he sold his dot-com company six years ago and is now experiencing his own personal joy in the mountains, skiing, snowboarding, swimming, and hiking. Putting in a shift at the restaurant for spending money, he’s immediately attracted to the man with the laptop, and a little flirting proves that Went is interested also.

Will Went and Chip simply have a quick vacation fling, or is there more between them than meets the eye?


Steamy Smuterday Excerpt:

Chuckling, he followed that ass in, glancing around as the door shut behind him. God, look at this place. It was all windows in the back, looking over a huge deck with a hot tub. The ceramic tile looked like brick, warm and red, and all the furniture was dark. There were dozens and dozens of weird little knickknacks everywhere—tiki heads on the floor, shells and crystals and books on shelves, masks hanging from the wall.

“You do a lot of traveling?”

“Sure, when the urge strikes. I love to go and do and see.”

“You’re fascinating.” All Went ever did was work. Of course, he wasn’t working right now, was he? He stepped up into Chip’s personal space.

It didn’t intimidate Chip at all. “I’m horny. Touch me.”

“Uh-huh.” Reaching out, he wrapped a hand around the back of Chip’s head, tilting it as his mouth lowered to meet Chip’s. Chip pressed right into him, the little hard body rocking like Chip was riding a horse.

Went devoured Chip’s mouth, taking one kiss, and then another. Fuck, Chip tasted like the outdoors, like fresh air and fucking sunshine.

Went never did this. Never picked someone up and just took what he needed. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time it had been anything but his own hand. He rubbed against Chip, the need suddenly riding him hard.

Chip promised that he wasn’t going to be jacking off this time. The man stripped his shirt out of his jeans, opened his belt.

“Oh, fuck.” He tugged Chip’s white shirt out of his black slacks, fingers finding skin. Smooth, hot, perfect—he slid his fingers up along Chip’s belly. “God, you’re ripped.” The most amazing belly ever.

“Like to move.” That case—because calling it a six-pack would be a lie—rippled.

“Damn. I could rub against your abs all day long.” Skin on skin. He needed it.

“That sounds fun.” Chip stripped his shirt off, then started working on Went’s.

His pants, unbelted, began to slip down his hips. His needy prick was going to need to be extricated, though. Chip ran his fingers up along Went’s chest, pinching and stroking and petting along the way. No one had paid him so much attention sexually since Freddie. He’d convinced himself he didn’t miss it. He’d been so damn wrong.

Moaning, he brought their mouths back together again, pushing into the touches as they kissed. Chip grunted softly, tongue-fucking his lips. Opening wide, he enjoyed the kisses while he tried to get his fucking slacks and underwear down past his hard prick. His cock needed pressure, contact. Touch.

“Please.” He was all caught up.

“Sure, beautiful” One hand slid over his trapped prick, then pushed against it, giving him pressure.
Eyes closing, he groaned, humping.

“Yeah… Just like that.”

“Skin,” Went begged. He didn’t want to come in his skivvies.

“Uh-huh. Skin. Cocks. Mouths. Now.”

“Fuck yes.” He could get with that program.

They finally got his cock untangled from his boxers and they and his slacks were soon down around his ankles, his prick eagerly pushing toward Chip. Chip grabbed him, fist tight as his cockhead appeared and disappeared in the grip. He swallowed hard, his balls drawing up against his body. Oh God.

He managed to bark out a warning. “Gonna. Soon.”

“Round one. Two is better.”

Okay, yeah, he could go with that. Hell, he wasn’t going to have much choice. Holding onto Chip, he felt things build quickly enough to steal his breath. Chip dragged one thumb over the tip of his cock, pressing it hard, giving him the tiniest sting.

“Fuck!” Shouting out, he jerked hard into Chip’s hand, come shooting out of him.

“Mmm. Very nice.” The words were pleased, warm, teasing, but without a hint of meanness.

“Been a while,” he admitted, doing everything he could to keep his knees locked. Coming like that made him feel a little like a teenager, collapsing from post-orgasmic jelly legs would just be embarrassing.

“Uh-huh. Bed? I want to explore.”

Sean

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Smuterday - SWAK: Service

I thought I'd give you a sneak peek at SWAK: Service this Smuterday.

This is the second time around for Master Simeon and Derek. The two men broke up a couple of months ago, but they just couldn’t entirely let go of each other.

Knowing there’s a strong connection between them, Simeon suggests a long weekend for them to try again - Four days, full on submission, exploring Derek’s need for service to be a large part of their relationship.

Can they make it work this time? Or will Monday evening find them going their separate ways once again?

Look for this on Wednesday at Resplendence Publishing.

Smutty excerpt:

I take his mouth, start us off with a deep, hungry kiss. His lips open, easy as anything, beautiful and eager. I play with his tongue, sliding mine along it, tangling them together. I love how he tastes, how he feels. I know I’m going to love how he serves.

That thought combined with what we’re doing makes me think of him servicing me in a very sexy manner and I groan, my cock pushing at my jeans. I want his mouth around me. I want his focus, his energy. Him.

I keep kissing him, wanting him breathless before we’re done. He presses close, almost rubbing against me. I don’t let him, though. He hadn’t earned his orgasm yet.

“I want your mouth,” I tell him, my lips moving against his as I speak.

He immediately drops to his knees, fingers opening my jeans. Groaning, I spread my legs wider, my hands dropping to cup his head. He’s a born cock sucker, and he’s gratifyingly eager, getting my cock out and getting me wet immediately.

He always makes me feel like he’d rather be sucking my cock than having his own sucked, which is an amazing feat, and this time is no different.

I moan as he begins to work my tip and his hums wrap around my prick. The vibrations go straight through my cock.

I spread my legs wider, giving him more room, needing him to take all of me. He grabs my thighs, balancing himself as his head bobs over my prick. I watch, utterly fascinated by the way my cock slides in and out of his mouth, wet with his saliva.

“Such a good boy. Making me fly.”

I can feel every slide of his tongue in my balls, like there’s a string between them.

He then takes me down to the root, swallowing around me convulsively.

“Derek!” I shout out his name, my hips snapping forward in surprise by the sudden move.

He’s squeezing me, pulling my cock into that sweet throat.

“Soon.” I warn him because I’ve gone from zero to sixty so fast.

His answer is to swallow again. And again. And once more.

Sean 

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Smuterday!

Thank you Ann Alaskan for the term Smuterday - I am appropriating it!

Today's steamy excerpt is from Working to Win.

Together for more than six years, lovers Jason and Bryan rarely see each other anymore. Their jobs are running them ragged and keeping them apart. It’s gotten so they barely even communicate.

But a trip to a winter cabin for a long weekend, a last-ditch effort to rekindle their romance, reveals a side to the two men the other never knew existed, and their weekend suddenly includes power-play games.

Is this new aspect of their relationship doomed to fail, or will it help them find what they both need to make their lives work again?



steamy excerpt:

Jason was having the best dream. He and Bryan were making love and it was just like in the beginning, all heat and excitement and need. Moaning, he pushed closer, rubbing his prick against heat as the dream continued.

“Jason…” Bryan arched, sliding against him.

Fuck, it was so real… He reached out, finding Bryan’s flat, warm belly.

“Fucking love your belly.” He stroked it, cock rubbing against Bryan’s thigh.

Bryan chuckled softly. “You’re asleep. Untie me.”

“What?” He blinked awake, Bryan right there.

Man, when was the last time he’d woken up and Bryan was still in bed?

“Untie me and you can go back to sleep.”

“No way, man. I wanted to wake up with you and I did. Now comes the cuddling.” Cuddling and a little conversation. Possibly more orgasms. Okay, definitely more orgasms. He pressed a kiss to the side of Bryan’s mouth. “Besides, I don’t want to sleep. I want to get you all sticky.” He wanted to play.

“You can’t just leave me here to hang out,” Bryan complained.

“Oh yes I can.” He kept moving, shifting so he slid along that sexy belly.

He buried his nose in Bryan’s neck, wanting to leave a mark, knowing he shouldn’t. But goddamn it, this was his lover of six years. He found a spot on Bryan’s collarbone that would be hidden by one of those starched shirts. Opening his mouth, he wrapped his lips around the skin there.

“Oh…” Bryan’s toes curled, one leg drawing up.

Groaning, he kept sucking, kept pushing.

“You’ll leave a mark, Jason.”

That wasn’t a stop.

“That’s the idea, babe.” He scraped his teeth over the spot.

“Uh-huh. Be good…”

“Being so good.” He was. He was being fan-fucking-tastic. He scraped his teeth against Bry’s skin, hard enough to sting.

Jerking, Bry’s belly rubbed against him in the best way. Mmm. Someone liked that. So he did it again.

“No biting. Be good. Untie me.”

What Jason was going to do was gag Bryan.

“Being so damn good,” he said again.

Bryan rocked up, rubbing him, soft moans beginning to fill the air. Nodding, he ran his nose over Bry’s skin before finding a new spot to mark, his hips moving with purpose now. Oh, right above one sweet nipple… He knew this was a hot spot. Scraping with his teeth first, he then started sucking.
Bryan moaned for him, lips open.

Rocking harder, Jason slid his cock along Bryan’s body. Fuck, it felt so good to be touching, rubbing, there with his lover.

“I can’t touch you,” Bryan complained.

“I know. All you can do is feel while I have my wicked way with you.”

“But…”

“No, boy. No buts.” Reaching beneath Bryan, he squeezed his ass. “Except maybe this one.”

“You don’t even know what to do with that anymore.”

Oh, that was a challenge.

“Just watch me.”

Sean 

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