Smutterday - Radio Boys

Radio Boys came out Wednesday so I thought I'd throw a smutty except from it at you :)

Radio Boys

Paul might be blind, but he has a full life between deejaying at a local radio station and playing on stage with a band a few times a month. It’s been a while since he’s been with anyone, though, and when Thor asks to take him home, he’s not quite sure what to do.

Thor’s been listening to the sexy DJ’s voice for years and is thrilled to finally meet Paul in person. Can his aural fascination grow into more? And will Paul be right there with him?

Originally published in the Bus Stories anthology.

You can get it here.


smutty excerpt:

      "Yeah, that's great." Thor watched Paul move, fascinated by the way the man was at home in the place and his own skin. "We could have that dance now," he suggested.
"I'd like that." Paul smiled, voice riding beneath Simone's throaty tones. "I'd like that a lot."
His cock throbbed again at that voice and he stepped over to Paul, taking the man in his arms and moving to the music. Paul moved into his arms with a sigh, moving with a relaxed, easy tempo. "Mm... you're good at this, Thor."
Another soft shudder went through him. If he wasn't careful, Paul was going to make him come before they even really got down to business. "You're not so bad at it yourself, Paul."
A soft purr tickled his temple, Paul breathing in deep. "You smell good."
"Yeah? Cool Water. One of the few that actually does remind me of the ocean like it's supposed to and not too heavy. I'll bet you don't like that -- heavy colognes and perfumes, I mean, seeing how... well I've heard that when you lose a sense the others compensate for it."
Paul nodded, the motion rubbing soft lips against Thor's cheek. "It's distracting. I can tell a lot about someone by the way they smell."
He moaned, just a little, quietly, still it was a moan. "What can you tell about me?"
"Mm..." Paul's voice dropped again, rumbling against his skin. "I knew you were a swimmer, that you used Cool Water and had showered -- you like Irish Spring soap. You don't use starch, but you do iron and..." That voice lowered further. "I can smell that you want me. You smell good."
"Oh, God." Thor shuddered and pressed closer, hands wrapping around Paul's ass. "You sound good. No, not good, fucking amazing."
"I'd be in real trouble if I didn't." Paul's laugh was sheer sex. "However, I don't think I ever talk to my listeners like this, do I? Never tell them I can tell they're hard, can guess what their cocks taste like."
Thor moaned, no longer dancing, just swaying in place, rubbing their fronts together. "You keep that up and I'm going to come," he admitted on a whisper.
"Mm... that would leave you sticky. Shall we go find my bed?" Paul's fingers were trembling just barely, but his voice was confident, sensual, sure.
"Yeah." Thor rubbed them together one more time and then stepped back, trying to find his breath and a thread of control.
Paul stepped back, too, hand held out until he found the edge of the sofa, then tension in the strong jaw relaxed. Paul looked rumpled and adorable, dark red hair brushing his collar, dark Lennon glasses perched on a roman nose, lips kiss swollen and barely parted.
Thor followed Paul to the bed and started to get undressed. "I'm taking my clothes off now -- I hope I'm not moving too fast here. You're just so fucking sexy..."
"Can I help? I... I know what your shirt feels like but I don't know what you're wearing." Paul's cheeks were blazing. "Just think of it as warped live-action phone sex."
"Oh, fuck, that sounds sexy." He stopped undoing his buttons and took Paul's hands, bringing them to his chest. "The shirt's silk, a deep burgundy -- it goes really well against my skin. I'm black -- my father was white though, so I'm kind of a light chocolate brown. My jeans are black. Tight. Maybe a little too tight right now if you know what I mean." His voice got progressively huskier as he told Paul what he was wearing.
"Oh..." Paul grinned, white teeth sinking into the swollen bottom lip. Then clever fingers started unbuttoning. "Thank you. Your skin is so soft, so smooth -- it feels good. Better even than the silk."
Thor groaned. "Your hands... and your voice. Feels fucking amazing."
His shirt was pushed open, belly explored. "You have an outie and you had... a hernia or appendicitis?"
He chuckled. "Appendicitis. When I was twenty-three. You should have heard the lecture my Mama gave me about grown boys scaring their mothers half to death."
Paul's laugh tickled and those fingers were hot on his waistband. "I got that lecture from my father. Car accident two years ago. It's okay though, I wasn't trying to drive. Although, I guess you know that, if you listen to the show, huh?"
"Car accident? The show? Oh! Yeah. Yeah, I remember you saying... oh fuck, you're a tease." He whimpered as Paul's fingers continued to play with his waistband.
"No. No, just feeling you. Just wanted to touch." Paul licked at his ear. "Tell me, are you smooth all over?"
His jeans were opened with shaky fingers.
"Oh, god, how did you know?"

Sean
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Throwback Thursday - Being Stupid

I have a short story in the Lover Unexcpeted: Manlove Edition anthology from Evernight Publishing. The excerpt is a little shorter and not into the really smutty end of things because it's a short story.

Lover Unexpected: Manlove Edition

Best friends make the best lovers? Indeed they do. There’s nothing more exciting than discovering that the person you already share everything with is the one you want sharing your bed.

Join us for ten tales of sexy and decadent discoveries as these gloriously hot men find all the love, lust and orgasmic delight they could ever want—closer than they expected.

Evernight Publishing
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not quite smutty excerpt for Being Stupid:

“Nope. Me either.” He wrapped up the rest of the pie, put it in the fridge.

Parson made an odd noise and when Henry straightened, his friend looked away quickly, cheeks red.

“You okay, man?”

“Fine.” Parson cleared his throat. “Just dandy.”

“Dandy? What the hell does that mean?”

“How the hell should I know?” Parson was looking belligerent again.

“You’re the one with a liberal arts degree.”

“Fuck off.”

“Man, we need to get laid. You’re bitchy and I’m … well, something way cooler than bitchy.” He leaned back against the fridge.

Parson snorted, but then shot him a look, not the bulldog belligerent, not the teasing asshole, either. “You offering?”

“To get you laid?” This had been the weirdest fucking night.

“That was what we were talking about, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah…” Henry looked over, a small pang hitting him. “Like you’d say yes.”

Parson’s mouth quirked into a half smile, then his head tilted. “You never know.”

His cock gave a little lurch. “Tease. Like we’re compatible.”

“How could we not be?”

“I don’t know.” Henry chewed on his bottom lip. “We’ve been friends a long time. What if we fuck it up?”

“I’m not risking our friendship for a quick fuck.”

“That’s what I figured.” He turned to the fridge. “You want another beer?”

Parson sighed. “Sure.”

He pulled out two bottles, handed one over. “We’re being weird as fuck tonight, man.”

Parson shrugged. “Maybe we’re just looking at the world a little differently. From the seat of all this wisdom of ours.”

That made him chuckle. “That was almost deep.”

“You know me, Henry, I don’t do deep.” There was something in Parson’s eyes, though.

“Well, that’s a shame. I like it deep.” Wait. Wait, did he say that out loud?


Sean
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SWAK: Boy out today!

SWAK: Boy is out at Resplendence Publishing!

Greg is a stud. He’s a solid guy, a police detective and has a wonderful lover, Brody. He is nobody’s boy.

Some cases are harder to let go of than others though, and when Greg has days where he can’t leave the bad stuff at work, Brody turns into Master Brody and gives Greg exactly what he needs to find peace.

Fight it as he might every time he comes home to find a note telling him to assume the position, Greg needs his Master to step up and prove just how much Brody’s boy Greg really is.

Here's a smutty excerpt from Smutterday.

And here's another, less smutty excerpt:

I hate this.

Hate it.

I hate coming home from a bad case to the house being dark, the doors to the main rooms closed up tight and a single cream colored envelope sitting by the table in the entryway. There is a single word written on the front.

“Boy.”

Goddamn it. I hate that Brody just decides that it’s time to... to... I grab the envelope and open it with a growl.

Boy.
Lock your weapon away in the safe. Strip down and come to the first landing. Blindfold yourself and assume the position. You are mine for three days.
Master.

I shake my head. No. No way. I have paperwork to do. Cases to worry about. “I don’t have time for this shit.” I’m tired. I’m hungry. I don’t feel like playing games.

Why the fuck am I locking my piece in the safe? Removing my so-sensible shoes, my belt, and my shirt? What the fuck is wrong with me?

Him. It’s him. Master Brody. Damn it. Just Brody.

Only if it was just Brody I wouldn’t be pulling down my pants and removing my socks. I wouldn’t be climbing the stairs stark-fucking naked.

There’s a little table there with a dark blindfold, that’s it. A fucking blindfold.

My hands are shaking as I put it on. “I don’t want this! I have things to do!”

Then I settle on my knees, legs spread wide, hands behind my head, clasped on my neck. There’s no answer to my angry words, but I can suddenly feel eyes on me. My instincts are good, I can always tell when I’m being watched, but with Brody it’s different. I mean, damn, it’s like a touch. A goddamned touch that moves over my entire fucking body.

I know he sees every inch of me, too. He’ll see that I’ve lost five pounds, that I need a shave, that my muscles are tense and jumping. Speaking of jumping, I nearly jump out of my fucking skin when his hand ghosts across my shoulders.

“Mmm. Sweet baby boy, so nervous.” His voice is deep, as dark as his skin and rich as velvet. “You’ve been working a bad case.”

I can feel his breath against my ear.

“It’s over now and it doesn’t exist anymore. Nothing exists but what I allow. Because here, now, you’re my boy.”

I open up and he presses a finger into my lips. “Suck.”

Oh. Oh, fuck. Yes. I start pulling, sucking hard.

“Good. Needy boy.” He presses against my back and I can feel that he’s as naked as I am, his cock hot and hard and huge as it slides along the side of my neck. My cock is already more than half-hard, and the suction is getting to me, badly.

“Such a hungry cocksucker.”

I don’t want them to, but his words make me harder.

“Gonna shave you, plug you, decorate your pretty prick. Gonna blister your ass and make you burn. Bring you home to me.”

Oh, shut up. Shut. Up.

Sean

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Radio Boys - out today!

Radio Boys is out today!

This is the third re-release from the Bus Stories and Other Tales anthology. This one features Paul, who is blind and the man who loved his voice before they ever met.

Radio Boys

Paul might be blind, but he has a full life between deejaying at a local radio station and playing on stage with a band a few times a month. It’s been a while since he’s been with anyone, though, and when Thor asks to take him home, he’s not quite sure what to do.

Thor’s been listening to the sexy DJ’s voice for years and is thrilled to finally meet Paul in person. Can his aural fascination grow into more? And will Paul be right there with him?

Originally published in the Bus Stories anthology.

Radio Boys is available here.


excerpt:

         "Hey, we were good?" He settled easily, Bill greeting his dad quickly before disappearing. Probably going to neck with Kathy in the break room. Lucky bastard.
"As always, son. You need to watch the tempo on 'Fools Rush In' and you might gargle tonight and rest your voice before you go on the air tomorrow night, you're a little hoarse, but overall I was pleased." A mug of hot tea was set near his fingers. "We're staying for Kathy's band?"
He nodded. "If you don't mind, yeah."
"Cool."
Paul grinned, settling back and pulling off his tie, popping the top few buttons of his shirt. "Yeah, Dad. Cool."
"Hey there." The voice was that of a stranger, male, young. "Look I'm here by myself and wondering if I could join you if you two aren't expecting anyone else?" He could hear the smile. "Your next round of tea's on me."
Paul grinned and nodded. "Can't deny a man willing to spring for the tea. Have a seat."
"Great, thanks." The guy sat next to him on the bench, close enough they were touching at shoulders and hips. "Oh, I'm Thor. Thor Sorenson."
Warm. Thin, too. And he was a swimmer -- there was a hint of chlorine hidden under the Cool Water cologne.
Paul held out a hand with a smile. "I'm Paul and this is my father, Lew Stearn."
His hand was taken in a loose, easy grip. "Hey Paul, Lew, nice to meet you both."
Thor kept his hand for a moment, stroking it with his fingers. "You've got a great voice."
"Thanks. I've got one hell of a band backing me up and fabulous tunes, so it makes it easy." His hand was tingling, Thor's fingers leaving a warm impression that felt so... God, he needed to find a live body and get laid. The man had only shaken his fucking hand.
"I've got to say you don't look anything like your publicity photos." His hand was finally let go. "I'm from Albrechtville -- listen to your radio show every night if I'm home." Thor laughed a little, the sound rich, from the man's belly. "I recognized the voice but I wasn't sure until you introduced yourself."
His mouth opened and Paul could feel his cheeks heat. He'd been at the radio station for six years, deejaying KBOW's Love Songs, Requests and Lonely-hearts show, and no one had ever recognized his voice. Not even once.
It was Dad who spoke up. "Yeah, I think it's dumb as hell that they won't use my boy's picture -- like anyone would care that a blind guy was a deejay. Idiots. And Paul, you owe me twenty bucks. I told you eventually somebody would recognize you."
"You can't tell me I'm the first one to recognize you by your voice! It's... very distinctive."
Paul chuckled, pleased down to his bones. "People don't tend to listen. The blind thing freaks them out and unless I'm doing..." He dropped his voice a half-octave, letting a little half-growl ride him. "'Good evening, lovely ones. This is Paul Michael Stearn with the Rainbow Room's Loving and Leaving Show', then they don't make the connection."
Thor gave a little shiver and cleared his throat. "Their loss then."
"Thanks. Oh, and thanks for listening to the show, too. I'm a big fan of loyal listeners." He reached for his tea, arm rubbing against Thor's. Mm... muscles. Not like Schwarzenegger muscles, but lean, strong ones. "You a student at Albrecht?"
Thor laughed, the sound cheerful. "I'm not the student type. Swim team coach. I teach diving on the side -- that's my real love, but the coaching pays the bills and then they let me use the pool for my classes."
"Cool." Paul chuckled as Dad gasped and the questions started flying. He listened with half an ear, focusing on the scent of Thor's body and the sound of Thor's voice.

Look for a smutty excerpt from Radio Boys on Smuttersday!

Sean

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Movie Tuesday

No new movies watched, either in the theatre or at home, so I thought I'd talk about a couple of my favorite movie franchises: Star Wars and Indiana Jones.

I was 11 when I first saw Star Wars. I remember going to it with my folks on a mid-week day and being utterly wowed. I absolutely loved everything about it. I was already a sci-fi fan and this was just everything I could hope for in a sci-fi movie. I watched Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi as soon as they were out.

Then came the big gap and finally Phantom Menace was released. To much fanfare. To too much fanfare. I went from anticipating it to not even caring. Yeah, too much hype tends to have me drawing back instead of rushing forward when it comes to movies. So when opening day rolled around, I wasn't even sure I wanted to see it. So I didn't. Not until August when a friend finally dragged me to it, claiming I'd hate myself forever if I didn't see it on the big screen.

Well, I sit there and the Fox banner flashes across the screen, along with the music and suddenly I am 11 years old again. It was magical. It truly was. And let me tell you, when Obi-Wan tells his master "I've got this" and strides into the hanger during the Queen Amidala and party rescue? Damn.

So while the first one - by which I mean the fourth one - by which I mean "A New Hope" though it will always just be Star Wars to me - is still my very favorite of all six movies. I love all six of them. I really do.

I'm waiting for the seventh with some trepidation and lots of hope. Let's just hope they don't hype it to death for me...

I can't remember how old I was when I went to see Raiders of the Lost Ark. I could look it up, I suppose, as I saw it when it was first released in theatres. What I do remember was being on the edge of my seat for the entire movie and loving every adventurous second of it. When the second one came out, I went again with my family, even though I was teenager enough not to usually go to movies with my parents. The third was eagerly anticipated by my whole family and again, even though we now had to work around university and stuff, we all went together. The only one I didn't see in the theatre with my family was the last one.

The third one is my favorite of the Indy movies, but even more than the individual movies, my favorite thing about them was seeing all three with my family and the anticipation of doing so for the second and the third.


Sean
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Velvet Diamonds now available!

The next book in my self-publishing adventure is Velvet Diamonds. This is a collection of five short Velvet Glove stories.

Velvet Diamonds

From Kes, the Velvet Glove’s guest manager finding his soul mate in A Bird in the Hand, to corporate leader Isaak finding what he needs as a sub with Velvet Glove regular Car in Raw Need, these five stories run the gamut from sweet to spicy. Just like the Velvet Glove has a little something for everyone, these gems explore five different flavors for you.

Velvet Diamonds brings together five previously published short stories from the Velvet Glove world. Stories included are: A Bird in the Hand, Peace Within the Quiet, Love and the Farmer, Three to Heal, and Raw Need.

You can pick it up at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.

Sean
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Smutterday - SWAK: Boy

The next SWAK book will be out on March 4 so I thought it would make a great book to feature today's smutty excerpt from.

Greg is a stud. He’s a solid guy, a police detective and has a wonderful lover, Brody. He is nobody’s boy.

Some cases are harder to let go of than others though, and when Greg has days where he can’t leave the bad stuff at work, Brody turns into Master Brody and gives Greg exactly what he needs to find peace.

Fight it as he might every time he comes home to find a note telling him to assume the position, Greg needs his Master to step up and prove just how much Brody’s boy Greg really is.

smutty excerpt: 

“I’m gonna show you exactly what it means to be my boy.”

Like I don’t know. I groan, protesting half-heartedly.

“First I’m going to let you suck my cock. I’m going to fuck your face until I come down your throat.”

I nip his fingers and he grabs my short hair, pulls my head back. “Don’t make me get the open-mouthed gag out, boy. Neither one of us want that.”

No. No, I don’t. I want to suck.

“That’s what I thought,” he says, like he heard my thoughts.

Sometimes I think he can. When he’s like this, when he’s willing to fight for my submission, I’m sure he can.

I can feel him circling me, walking around my body and that touch-gaze is right there, sliding on my skin. My muscles start to tense, my jaw clenching. I’m going to just get up, get my clothes, go to a bar and drink.

Then the tip of his cock brushes against my lips, leaving them wet. I open for him immediately. Desperately.

“Beg me for it. Boy.”

“Fuck you.” I know I’m not supposed to swear, but I don’t fucking beg.

“No, boy. I’m going to fuck you. Eventually.” The head of his cock brushes past my lips again before pulling away. “Now beg for my cock,” he demands in a hard, no-nonsense voice.

His hand is in my hair, pulling hard enough to make my fucking eyes water. The air is heavy with tension and it deepens as we battle our wills.

“Cops don’t beg,” I tell him from between clenched teeth.

“You’re not a cop here.”

I’m always a cop.

“Here you’re my boy.” He touches his erection to my lips once more, leaving heat and the scent of his pre-cum on them. “Last chance.”

My tongue flicks out, and the flavors of salt and male are perfect. “I hate you. I hate that I need you so much. That I need your cock. Please.”

“There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it, boy?” His cock is on my lips again, pressing a little harder this time, letting me really feel the silkiness of him.

God, yes. Yes, it was near fucking unbearable. I open up and pull him in, my eyes searching for him, even with the blindfold. His cock slides on my tongue, pre-cum dripping, burning his flavor into me.

I surge forward and take him, sucking hard, refusing to give up my prize. Groaning, he lets me have his head for a moment. Then he drags his prick back along my tongue and it makes a loud popping noise as it leaves my lips.

I whine softly, breaking my stance to reach for him.

Sean

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