Ryan Field

FREE Gay Excerpt: Stepbrothers In the Attic; Hallmark’s Love On a Limb with Trevor Donovan; "The Women Who Love To Love Gay Romance" Author Oleander Plume Wins Flogger Award;

FREE Gay Excerpt: Stepbrothers In the Attic

I finally submitted Stepbrothers In the Attic to the publisher, with the cover copy. You can read more posts about this here and I’ll post more when I get a release date.

Here’s the cover copy, and the excerpt is below at the end of this post. This excerpt shows a little more of the intense homophobia (and shame) the characters face. 


David, Marcus, and their four children are charmed with more love than money. Their happy family is blessed with so many wonders in life they never even think about being different, and never forget to take time to be grateful for everything they have.

And then one quiet evening a regular family celebration turns into a deadly catastrophe. The family is left in a state of confusion. They are forced into making a life change that leads them to a remote mansion in New York’s Hudson River Valley, which then leaves them vulnerable to all of the gay shame, hate, and homophobia they’ve managed to avoid so far. 

When they find themselves at the mercy of a wealthy, abusive old grandmother they never knew they had, and a gay father so desperate for money and approval he’s willing to go through gay reparation therapy, the only thing that keeps them strong is their love. As the nightmare continues and they’re brought to the brink of death, there’s only one thing left to do. 

Will they be able to escape from this surreal nightmare of homophobic abuse and sexual innuendo their twisted grandmother has forced upon them? Or will they succumb to the dismal existence they’ve been forced to endure in an attic that is filled with nothing but shame?  
Hallmark’s Love On a Limb with Trevor Donovan
I’m not sure what the people over at the Hallmark Channel think about being mentioned with a book that just won a Flogger Award (below post), but I think there’s a cross over with these genres, and in some ways the two genres are related. In other words, the same people who might read a book like the one below…or one of my own erotic romance books for that matter…are the same who might watch a TV movie like Hallmark’s Love On a Limb. The only difference between a Hallmark movie and an erotic romance is that people will admit openly to watching Love On a Limb, but they’ll read an erotic romance discreetly and never mention it to anyone.

In any event, this new Hallmark movie, Love On a Limb, that’s airing on October 1…this weekend…looks interesting, especially to a tree hugger like me. If you’ve seen any photos I post with my home on social media you’ll know just how many trees I have on my own property. And I love each one of them. 
Love On A Limb is an endearing new Hallmark movie that is making its way to television this weekend. With Fall and Autumn setting in, Hallmark fans are looking forward to all of the upcoming holiday movies. Love On A Limb is about a park and recreation’s employee who chains herself to an old oak tree to keep it from being chopped down. Hallmark’s Love On A Limb is directed by Mel Damski and written by Erik Patterson and Jessica Scott. According to the Internet Movie Database, Love On A Limb, which was originally titled Seeds of Love, stars Ashley Williams as Aimie, Trevor Donovan as Kyle, Jefferson Brown as Mayor Tom Parker, and Marilu Henner as Zee.

As you can see, the entire cast looks pretty impressive. And, this film will kick off what Hallmark is promoting as “Fall Harvest.” There will be a new original film every Saturday at 9 pm, and after that I believe they’ll begin the holiday romances. You can check that out here

Here’s a link to the Hallmark web site where they have a preview of Love On A Limb.


And here’s the link to the excerpt, above.



The Women Who Love to Love Gay Romance Author Oleander Plume Wins Flogger Award
It’s nice to see that an author I took on for my own anthology, The Women Who Love to Love Gay Romance, was actually part of an award winning anthology recently. When I was gathering authors for The Women Who Love to Love Gay Romance, I knew I had a damn good group of writers from the start. And I also knew they’d go on to write for more publications and do wonderful things.
I’m not part of this anthology with Riverdale Ave Books, but I think it’s important to support and spread the news about anything small publishers achieve. And in this genre, this is a big award. 
From my inbox: 
 Congratulations to

“Tie Me Up, A Binding Collection of Erotic Tales”

for winning

The Best BDSM Anthology of 2016 Golden Flogger Award!


You can check out the book at the publisher’s web site, or here on Amazon. According to the e-mail I received, the book will be on sale through October 31, at 50% off regular price. I think the sale is only at the publisher’s web site and you have to use the coupon TMUFlogger


Excerpt: Stepbrothers In the Attic (There is a small spoiler alert. It’s not that significant, but it’s there, so you’ve been warned.)


           While Eric and Brad went over to Marcus so they could hug him, Jasmine turned toward their grandmother and glared at her. “I hate you, old lady, and I hope you drop dead in your sleep tonight.”
            Marcus jumped up and said, “Jasmine.”
            Eric, Brad, and Kevin stood next to the bed waiting to see what their grandmother would do.
            Their grandmother lowered her gaze to Jasmine and they locked eyes for a second. Without warning, their grandmother lifted her arm, flung it back, and then smacked Jasmine in the mouth so hard she sailed across the room and landed next to the table.
            Before any of them even had a chance to react, Brad ran over to see if Jasmine was hurt and Kevin ran up to their grandmother and kicked her in the shin. Their grandmother screamed and she kicked Kevin back so hard he wound up on the floor beside Jasmine in tears. Then the grandmother raised both arms up in and shouted at all of them. “I will not have this kind of behavior in this house. Do you understand me?”
            “Mother,” Marcus said. “Don’t hurt them. Please.”
            “Shut up, Marcus, you little faggot, you weak excuse for a human being,” she said. “You never were good for much, and you have nothing to say in this matter. You obviously can’t control your children and someone needs to do it.”
            Marcus squared his back and looked her in the eye. “Don’t touch my kids, mother. I won’t have it. I’ll leave if you ever hurt them again.”
            Their grandmother glanced at their father and laughed in his face. It was the first time Eric had seen the old hag laugh about anything. “Then leave,” their grandmother said. She stepped away from the door and gestured toward the exit. “I certainly didn’t ask you come back here to fly that silly rainbow flag over the front door, you homosexual degenerate.”
            This was the first time since their other dad died that Eric saw a sign of strength in Marcus. He grabbed Marcus’s arm and said, “Let’s go, dad. I’ll help you pack. We don’t have to stay here.” He glared at his grandmother. “That bitch is crazy.”
            Marcus stood there and said nothing. His shoulders slumped again and he turned to face the wall.
            Their grandmother laughed again and this time she glared at Eric. “Watch your vulgar mouth, young man. You’re not too old to whip. You’re not going anywhere, because you don’t have anywhere to go. And while you are in my home you will listen to what I have to say.”
            “Do something, dad,” said Brad. He sounded as if might get down on his knees and beg.
            Marcus remained silent.
            Their grandmother pursed her lips and glared at them all.  “Tell them about your therapy, Marcus, and tell them that you’ve just completed your first round and that you’re on your way to living a good, clean, decent life. Tell them you’ve found God and you are now repenting for bedding down with another man and doing unthinkable things to a man in bed. Tell them you are not a dirty little degenerate homosexual whore anymore who will do unthinkable things with men.”
            When Eric saw that Marcus wasn’t going to say anything, he faced his grandmother and sneered. “You’re a sick, evil old woman with a dirty mind. You talk about what’s good and decent and clean and you have the filthiest mind I’ve ever come across. You’re the one who needs to repent, not our father. We had a good clean life until our other father died and you know nothing about us. How dare you pass judgment on us with the excuse of your God.” Then he looked into her eyes and glared. “You might get away with whatever you want with everyone else, but you’ve met your match with me, old lady. I’m not afraid of you.”
            She looked at Eric and shrugged, as if nothing he’d said meant anything to her. She knew she had the proverbial upper hand and she seemed to enjoy it. “I don’t want to know anything about you either. You’re all nothing to me. You’re not even related to me. You’re trash. For all I know you are all nothing more than four little bastards that my son picked up off the street because no one else wanted you. So let me make this clear, young bold man with such a big mouth, so you understand me fully. Homosexuality is a punishable sin, and a sickness. I will give you everything you need to survive, but you’ll never get anything else from me. I didn’t ask for you and I don’t want you here at all. The only reason you are here is because I’m so determined to cure my son from the sin of homosexuality. No one else will ever find out you were here.”
            As his grandmother turned to leave, he saw no point in replying to her. He knew for certain now there was something intrinsically wrong with the woman and there was nothing rational he could do or say to change her. He now knew why his father had left this house a long time ago. He also saw that she’d beaten down their father to the point where he was ready to submit to anything, and he didn’t want to make it worse. Eric would figure out a way to get even with her in time. He silently made a vow that night to get her back in ways she could never dream. For the time being, he would pretend to obey her and let her think she’d won.

            
Uncertainty



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Colton Haynes In Scream Queens 2; The Cast of Looking On LGBT Representation; Donald Trump On LGBT Promises; Peter Thiel Makes LGBT History At Republican Convention

Colton Haynes In Scream Queens 2

I saw this trending in a few places on social media on Friday, and I figured I’d share for those who might be interested in it. In truth, I haven’t been watching Scream Queens, but I will check it out now that Colton Haynes is part of the cast.

According to Entertainment Weekly, Haynes will be playing a “mysterious role” in the series, which moves the action from college to a hospital of abject terror owned by the superiorly-named Cathy Munsch (played by Jamie Lee Curtis.)

You can check that out here.  

The Cast of Looking On LGBT Representation


Here’s what the cast of Looking thinks about LGBT Representation…

Queerty was on the Looking movie red carpet in San Francisco for the premiere to talk with all of your favorite cast members. In the exclusive clip above, Russell Tovey and the rest of the cast share their thoughts on the importance of LGBT representation in television and film.

There’s a video here. One comment from a cast member rings true: we need more diverse representation. I try to do this in all of my books and I get a lot of positive feedback from people who notice it. 

Donald Trump On LGBT Promises

I’m remaining objective with this one, as I always do with politics. And once again, it’s partly because I don’t want to insult the many LGBT people…and straight people I know…who do support Trump. Of course the article to which I’m linking isn’t objective, but you rarely see anything that is good objective journalism in the queer presses. They can’t help themselves.

Or so he claims.

“As your President, I will do everything in my power to protect our LGBTQ citizens from the violence and oppression of a hateful foreign ideology,” Trump said.

Actually, I watched the entire convention, and I will watch the entire Democratic convention, too. Donald Trump said a few more positive things about the LGBT community, and so did a few of the other speakers, one of whom I’m posting about right below this. In fact, I was shocked at how the people on the floor applauded the LGBT community, with genuine respect. And I saw this myself. It’s not hearsay.

Peter Thiel Makes LGBT History At Republican Convention

Of course you didn’t see this news trending anywhere in the queer presses. So much for objectivity and gay history. But I saw the same thing happen when Fred Karger made gay history by running for President in the last election. He’s an openly gay man and the queer presses went blank on him.

Peter Thiel encouraged the GOP to not get distracted by culture wars on stage Thursday night, saluting Donald Trump for not focusing on such things as he made history.

The tech billionaire declared to the Republican National Convention that he is “proud to be gay,” becoming the first speaker in the party’s history to do so from the stage of the Republican National Convention.

“Every American has a unique identity. I am proud to be gay,” he said to applause, including from the Trump family. “I am proud to be a Republican, but most of all I am proud to be an American.”

You can check this out here. I think it’s important to present both sides of any story, and Peter Thiel did, indeed, make gay history whether queer presses want to acknowledge it or not. At least other news outlets did recognize it.

Valley of the Dudes

Unabated

Riverdale Avenue Books Press Release: Valley of the Dudes by Ryan Field

Press Release: Valley of the Dudes

Here’s the publisher’s press release for Valley of the Dudes.

From my inbox…


  
Riverdale Avenue Books Publishes Valley of the Dudes by Best-selling M/M Author Ryan Field in Homage to 50thAnniversary of Susann’s Classic
Riverdale, NY, July 15, 2016 – The innovative award-winning hybrid publisher Riverdale Avenue Books has just released Valley of the Dudes by Ryan Field to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the groundbreaking classic, Valley of the Dolls.
Lambda-award-winning author Ryan Field, who has been known for parodying heteronormative romance classics, explained his approach to writing his novel, “I’d always considered Valley of the Dolls a game-changer in publishing, pop culture, and in film. I’ve always believed it was part of the forefront of the sexual revolution, and it broke those proverbial grounds that lead the way for other books like it to enter the mainstream.” 
Field added, “I also think it’s a little ironic, if not symbolic, that the 50 year anniversary of Valley of the Dolls coincides so closely with the 50 year anniversary of the Gay Liberation movement. Valley of the Dolls and Gay Liberation were both part of an era that helped define sexuality and equality today.”
Said Riverdale Avenue Books Publisher, Lori Perkins,” It’s amazing how relevant Susann’s classic remains today as we wade through the flood of celebrity worship and scandal that Susann predicted. Ryan’s re-imaging shows just how universal her vision was when it is brought forward 50 years and genders are changed, and it is still a powerful tale of the cost of fame and fortune.”
About the Author
Ryan Field is a Lambda-Award winning author of more than 100 LGBT works of fiction.  Some of his best-known work includeof the bestselling “Virgin Billionaire” series and the short story, “Down the Basement,” which was included in the Lambda Award winning anthology titled “Best Gay Erotica 2009.” Though not always, he sometimes writes gay parodies of *straight* mainstream fiction/films in the same way straight fiction and Hollywood has been parodying gay men for years, without apology. Please check out his web site for updates http://www.ryan-field.blogspot.com
About Riverdale Avenue Books
Riverdale Avenue Books is an award winning, innovative hybrid publisher at the leading edge of the changes in the publishing industry.  We publish e-books, print, and audio books under 9 imprints: Desire, an erotica/erotic romance imprint; Pop featuring pop culture titles; Riverdale/Magnus the award-winning imprint of LGBT titles; Truth, an erotic memoir line; Verve featuring lifestyle titles; HSF, a horror, science fiction, fantasy line; Dagger, a mystery thriller imprint; and Sports and Gaming featuring sports and gaming titles. Started in 2012 by industry veteran Lori Perkins, Riverdale is a full service publisher, with a foreign rights and film agency department.  Visit us at www.RiverdaleAveBooks.com.

New Release: "Second Chance" Gay Romance .99 E-Book

New Release: “Second Chance” Gay Romance .99 E-Book

Update: Just went live on Amazon, here.

The first book in the “Second Chance” series just went live and I’ll post the links I have. It will be available at all venues where e-books are sold eventually. It’s hard to pinpoint an Amazon release because the time it takes varies from book to book. But for now it’s definitely on Smashwords and Allromanceebooks.com.

For more information you can read previous posts here, and here, where I’ve shared the blurb and a fairly long excerpt. I think the most interesting part of writing this book was that it’s set for the most part in the year 1950 when life was very different for gay men. There is more innocence, especially with sexual content. And gay men were more guarded in those days, to the point of total denial.

Stay tuned for more new releases coming soon. I have about four books with publishers that haven’t been release yet, including one that’s over 117,000 words and another that’s a Christmas romance from the Glendora Hill series.

Lesbian Rapist; FREE Gay Excerpt: Second Chance

Lesbian Rapist

This is an interesting case because it almost slipped through the cracks, at the expense of a victim who was left psychologically damaged for life. In 2010 a lesbian, Millicent Gaika, was raped because she was a lesbian. The rapist, Andile Ngcoza, claimed he raped her to “show her she was a woman.” He not only raped her, but beat, strangled and tortured her for five hours. He was convicted in 2011 but failed to show up in court for sentencing and then vanished for two years. Evidently, they caught him and he was recently sentenced to 22 years in prison.

In final court proceedings this week, prosecutors at Wynberg Magistrate’s Court not only pointed out Ngcoza had three previous sexual attack convictions including sodomy and double rape, but also presented a psychological evaluation on Gaika.

The report revealed the attack left Gaika with nightmares and alcohol abuse issues. She also reportedly nearly killed herself in 2012.

It’s a good thing I’m not a judge. He’d be in prison for the rest of his life.

You can read the entire story in detail here.

FREE Gay Excerpt: Second Chance

Here’s a free excerpt from my newest indie release, Second Chance, which will be an ongoing series for a while. The theme behind the series deals with gay men getting second chances in life…but only if they want them. It’s also about choices, and how we often wonder about them sometimes…and wonder how things might have turned out if we’d made other choices.

Here’s the blurb for the first book, a 21,000 word novella that will be priced at .99. The book will be up for sale this weekend, and I’ll post links to where it’s being sold later today.

In this first novella of the Second Chance series, an older gay man who has lived a closeted life for ninety-two years is presented with choices one last time. Who hasn’t wondered how things might have turned out if only they’d made one or two different choices in their lives? Who hasn’t contemplated what it would be like for the chance to do things all over again a different way, if only that were possible?

When ninety-two year old Andy Walker shuffles out to his beloved vegetable garden one morning in June, he gets the surprise of his life. He winds up in the last place he could ever imagine, with the man of his dreams telling him there’s still time for a second chance and there’s still time for him to choose a different path than the one he’s already followed…but only if he’s willing to take the risk and revisit one of the most pivotal and painful moments of his life. There are no guarantees or promises of happily-ever-after, and no one can make Andy’s choices for him. And if he agrees to return to the year 1950 when he was still young and strong and handsome, only he will know whether or not it’s possible to alter the course of his entire life thanks to one unusual encounter with a stranger named Chip.

Excerpt:

Even though Andy Walker would be turning ninety-three years old in a couple of weeks he wasn’t the kind of old man who could sit in a chair and stare out a window all day. In spite of numerous requests to move into one of those assisted living facilities from his only living relative, a seventy year old niece who lived in Chicago and visited two or three times a year, Andy planned to die at the ranch in Montana where he’d lived most of his life.

He still had decent eyesight, his hearing wasn’t that bad on a good day, and he only needed a cane on days when his hip really bothered him. He had a cleaning woman twice a week who did laundry, prepared meals, and went over the entire house. And a caretaker who mowed, weeded, white-washed, and handled what Andy didn’t feel safe doing anymore. He even drove into town two or three times a week in the same Jeep Cherokee he’d had for over twenty-five years.

Andy wasn’t a profound or deeply religious man. The one thing he’d noticed as he’d passed through life was the way he kept losing things that seemed so insignificant when he’d been younger, but continued to grow more important as he’d aged. He’d started out noticing he’d lost a cheap tie clip, or a pair of cuff links, or a page of sheet music he’d once enjoyed playing. Then one day he noticed he was losing his hair at the temples. By the time he noticed he’d lost the tight skin tone on his thighs and everything sagged and creased, he decided to hold on to the things over which he had control for as long as possible.

One of those things was his small vegetable garden next to the barn where Andy and his late wife had once boarded and trained horses. When Andy and Sarah June Walker had purchased the working ranch in western Montana many years earlier thanks to a cash wedding gift from his in-laws, Andy had always found time to plant a small vegetable garden in a long narrow section near the barn he’d surrounded with a white picket fence and chicken wire. The garden became his sanity sometimes. He would go there to forget about all he’d missed in life and all he’d sacrificed to do the right thing. In his case, doing the right thing had been marrying a nice girl he’d gotten into trouble one night when he’d been too drunk to remember what he’d been doing. When the baby that had changed the entire course of his life was delivered still born he was already married and there wasn’t much to do but settle into the life he’d chosen.

It wasn’t a bad life, not by any means. Although Sarah June never wanted another child, she made a good home, handled a good deal of work at the ranch that would have made most women scowl, and she had a sharp sense of humor that could always make Andy smile. He got her through breast cancer when she was in her forties; she got him through the burst appendix that almost took him at fifty-two years old. They had friends from Sarah June’s church with whom they went out to dinner, they had an annual Christmas party each year the first weekend in December, and they took a trip to Florida every winter when things were slow at the ranch.

When Sarah June first suggested they get twin beds because she claimed Andy tossed and turned too much in the middle of the night, Andy just shrugged and agreed. They’d been married fifteen years by then. He’d wanted to suggest it first but didn’t know how she’d react. A few years after that, Sarah June claimed it would be best for them to have separate bedrooms altogether because his snoring kept her up late at night. Andy didn’t mind this either. He moved into the guest room overlooking the barn that same night and never left.

It would have been a nice, easy life had it not been for the daydreams and the thoughts he often had whenever he saw one of the cowboys on the ranch wearing a tight pair of jeans move his legs a certain way. These thoughts had always been there, unnatural and cutting to the deepest part of his soul. And he’d always forced them out of his mind because he’d always been told they were wrong. And in the same respect, he’d always hired the best looking, most rugged, handsome young men to work at the ranch. Though he never actually admitted any of this aloud to anyone, he couldn’t help those strong feelings that stirred deeply in his body as he watched the rough young men lope to and from the barn with their scuffed up cowboy boots. In the summer he had to wear dark glasses a good deal of the time because the young men always removed their shirts on the hottest days, which could be both distracting and dangerous if he was working with machinery.

So Andy found two releases that kept him from acting on these strong urges: one release of a more carnal nature made him feel guilty when he was finished, the second made him feel as if he’d accomplished something worthwhile and created something no one else could. The second release was the garden, where he could turn nothing into something. It changed all the time; each year he planted a different variety of vegetables. And when he was down on his hands and knees digging in the dirt he found it was the only place he could forget all about his attraction toward other men and lose himself in something that was simple and mindless…and yet at the same time as natural as his attraction toward other men.

This particular year, he’d only planted a few tomatoes and peppers. There was only so much a ninety-two year old man could do, even if he was still as thin as he’d been when he was twenty-five. There was only so much he could eat. As it was he knew he’d wind up giving away most of the tomatoes and peppers at the end of the summer to his hired help and friends in town. But he didn’t mind because he didn’t garden to eat the vegetables. He gardened to grow and nurture and fill a void.

On a Wednesday morning in early June that year, only weeks before his ninety-third birthday, he set his coffee mug in the kitchen sink and headed out to the garden to see if the rains from the night before had done any damage. No one came to the house on Wednesdays. The cleaning woman worked at another house on Wednesdays and the caretaker came on Thursdays to mow and trim. He didn’t mind being alone, because no one would be around to remind him to take the damn cane that always seemed to slow him down more than help him move faster. All the people around him seemed to be fixated with him using the cane. Even the niece in Chicago ended her weekly Sunday afternoon phone call with, “And don’t forget to use that cane, Uncle.”

As he headed out the back door that Wednesday morning, he glanced at the cane leaning against the old Formica countertop that had been there since the 1940’s and flipped his middle finger. Then he lifted his head, squared his back, and headed down to the barn on his own two feet, the way he’d been walking around all his life. He’d learned that if he concentrated on his footing and looked down while he walked he didn’t stagger and sway as much.

At least he still had his mind after all these years. And he was only going down to the barn to make sure the slope that had been forming from weeks of heavy rain hadn’t washed out his freshly planted tomatoes and peppers. He could have waited for the caretaker to do it, but Andy had always found this particular caretaker to be clumsy and reckless and Andy didn’t want this guy’s big fat fingers bending or snapping the new plants.

As he rounded the corner of the huge barn that had once held more than forty horses, he grabbed the gate and held it tightly as he opened it so he wouldn’t slip in the mud. He wasn’t worried about falling and breaking a hip as much as he was worried about falling and breaking a hip and having to listen to everyone tell him it wouldn’t have happened if he’d had his cane. So he wound up taking extra precautions that morning.

By the time he reached the small garden with the white picket fence, he walked as if he were doing a slow two-step dance. At first, everything looked okay. Then he glanced to the back end of the small garden and noticed the slope had grown deeper and filled with water to the point where most of the plants on that end wouldn’t survive if he didn’t do something fast. He turned and made his way back to the barn taking quick short steps through the slippery mud. In the barn, he found a shovel and the cut-off bottom half of an old Clorox bottle he’d once used to spread rock salt in the wintertime.

The shovel helped him walk back to the garden without making him feel as if he’d been reduced to using a cane, and the Clorox bottle would help him scoop out the excess water and give the plants time to dry out. But when he rested the shovel against the white picket fence and leaned forward with the Clorox bottle in his right hand, he lost his balance, fell face forward into the trench filled with water, and then everything around him went blank.

*****

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in the middle of a large mirrored room, with silvery white floors, an open ceiling exposing the brightest blue sky he’d ever seen, and a few puffy clouds that reminded him of snow drifts. When he glanced to his right at one of mirrored walls and realized he was naked, he pressed his palm to his throat and blinked. He wasn’t a naked old man either. He saw the nude image of what he had once looked like as a young man in his early thirties. For a moment, he just stood there and stared at his thick dark hair, his lean chest and stomach muscles, and the firm skin tone on his legs.

But when he glanced straight ahead and realized he wasn’t alone, he quickly covered his private parts and flung another naked young man a terrified glance. The other naked young man sat shamelessly atop a long white table with ornately carved cabriolet legs and ball and clawed feet swinging his legs back and forth. His expression suggested playful arrogance, as if he were ready to take on a dare. He had dark unruly hair and rough stubble. His features were a combination of rough and tender, with a strong chin and soft eyes. The lines and details on the white table were as delicate and subtle as the lines that followed the naked young man’s muscles and curves. Although Andy knew he had never met this young man, he seemed oddly familiar and couldn’t quite place him. He reminded Andy of someone he’d known many years earlier, but not exactly.


The young man sent Andy a knowing smile and adjusted his position on the desk. As he spread his legs wider, he said, “There’s no need to be embarrassed. We don’t wear clothes here. Everyone gets used to it in time.” He had a smooth even voice, the voice of a well-trained actor.

“Well I do wear clothes,” Andy said. “Can I get a robe or something?”

“It’s all relative, man,” said the naked man. “You’ll get used to it.”

Andy kept his palms over his private parts and glanced up and down at the young naked man’s strong fuzzy legs. “Who are you and what am I doing here?”

The young man smiled again and reached back with both arms to rest the weight of his upper body on his palms. He seemed as if he wanted to show off his private parts. “Welcome to The Department of Second Chances. You can call me Rory, Andy, and I’ll be your guide for as long as you’re here.”

“My guide?”

“That’s right, Andy. I’m your guide.”

Andy felt a sting in his chest. Oh, he’d always hoped he wouldn’t lose his mind in his old age. And now his worst fear had come true. “How do you know my name?”

“I know everything about you, Andy,” Rory said. He seemed cocky now, with his head tilted sideways and one eyebrow higher than the other as if he were about to dare Andy to jump from a bridge.

“Wait a minute,” Andy said. “I know you. You’re that actor who once played James Dean, the one who was in the movie I just saw the other night on TV.” He’d always been bad with names of celebrities, politicians, and film titles. Andy had seen several of this actor’s films and he’d found him interesting in that scruffy, slightly messy way that had always attracted him the most. Although the actor was straight, he often played gay roles.

Rory laughed and shook his head. “Not really. I only look like him right now. We try to accommodate new arrivals by giving them guides that resemble people they are either attracted to or feel the most comfortable with. In your case, we decided this would be the best look since you’ve been so attracted to the young actor. We also know this actor reminds you of someone from your past.” He winked this time, as if he knew all of Andy’s deepest secrets.

Andy felt a pull in his stomach. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. No one had ever confronted him about his deepest desires for men this way and he didn’t know how to react. There was a man from Andy’s past and the young actor did remind Andy of him, but Andy had never shared this information with anyone. “I only like the guy’s movies, is all. He’s very talented. I’m not attracted to other men.”

 “Awe c’mon, Andy,” Rory said, with the slick voice of a used car salesman. “There’s no need to play games with me, buddy. We already know everything there is to know about you. We’ve been keeping records from the day you were born until the day you died.”

“I Died?”

FREE Naughty Excerpt FANGSTERS; Adam Levine Sexiest Man Alive 2013

Adam Levine Sexiest Man Alive 2013

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From what I gather, it hasn’t been officially announced. But it’s been buzzing around that Adam Levine is supposed to be this year’s People Magazine choice for Sexiest Man of the Year.

Gossip Cop reports The Voice coach and Maroon 5 singer will be given the title on Nov. 20. People confirms to us that the announcement will be “next week” and the issue will be on stands on Wednesday.

In the past, Gossip Cop has predicted several winners ahead of time and they’ve always been correct. I hope it is true. It works for me. If I could actually remember things like this I would link to a book where I patterned a character after Adam Levine in a gay romance I wrote not too long ago.

In any event, Adam Levine also had one of the hottest houses I’ve seen in an Architectural Digest layout since they did one on Ryan Seacrest’s home about ten years ago. Trust me when I tell you it’s worth following this link to AD just to see the Adam Levine photo and the jeans Levine is wearing. That photo alone made him the sexiest man alive and he didn’t even know it at the time. I wish I could share it here, but copyright laws prevent these things nowadays. At least there are several photos of Levine on wiki commons like the one above that are safe to share.

FREE Naughty Excerpt FANGSTERS

I’m posting a longer excerpt for Fangsters today and I’ll be linking to my other blog because this blog is g-rated and I self-censor here all the time for various reasons. The reason this excerpt is longer is because I’d like people who haven’t read the book to check out certain scenes here for reasons I think are interesting…for lack of a better word. Keep in mind that I’m an openly gay writer, Fangsters was edited by an openly gay man (Don Weise) who used to be senior editor at one of the largest LGBT presses in the world, and we thought the content in Fangsters was actually safe compared to what other vampire/crime books look like out there today. And I fully trusted, and still do trust, Don’s judgment when it comes to the content in Fangsters. He’s one of the few editors I’ve worked with in recent years that has far more experience than I have.

Since the release day, Fangsters seems to have touched on things we didn’t think would even be discussed. The book has rough sex, but not BDSM by any means and yet one book reviewer claimed it had BDSM scenes. I recently read another review where someone thought the main characters were bullies and that it was too intense for her to continue reading to the end. Well, sometimes vampires ARE bullies. But this pattern seems to continue at certain times with some (not all) of the reviews and it’s hard to figure out why because it is a book with a theme that revolves around vampires, organized crime, and exaggerated evil supernatural scenes. And yet there are still some very tender love scenes, especially when it comes time to turn one of the characters. In fact one scene was so emotional Don thought it would be wise to tone it down because this is a vamp book about organized crime and he thought it might be too schmaltzy.

So the confusing part to me is whether or not readers want vanilla gay vampires in organized crime and toned down sex scenes instead of exaggerated sex scenes because vampires are exaggerated supernatural beings. And I figured I would post one of the more exaggerated scenes from Fangsters here today for my blog readers who haven’t read Fangsters to see what I’m talking about. I’m not making any changes, trust me on that. I own every word in every book that is released and I would rather go up on a hill and die before I made a change. But I’m just curious.

This is the raw unedited version, so there might be a few issues, but it’s not that different from the final e-book for sale on retail web sites. Follow the link at the bottom to continue reading at my other web site.

On the way to the nightclub in Livingston, Digger seemed to have come out of the slump he’d been in when Anton had picked him up earlier. He shoved a Lady Gaga CD into the Escalade’s sound system and repeated the song Bad Romance all the way to the nightclub while he talked about his plans for the future. “This is fucking unreal, dude. We’re finally going to get a chance to do something fucking worthwhile.” He made a fist and punched his other hand. “We’ll teach that fucking von Sutton who’s the boss.”
            Unlike Digger and the rest of his clan, Anton had never acquired the crude northern New Jersey accent with which they all spoke. Once in a while people who didn’t know him well could still detect a hint of the New England accent he’d once had. But for the most part he didn’t have any accent at all. He’d concentrated on the way he spoke so he would lose all traces of his past life as a mortal. And in the same respect, he had no ambitions of aspiring to the crude colloquial accents of those he knew in New Jersey. He did this by listening to everything and waiting a few seconds before he actually spoke. Reading classic novels like The Great Gatsby and Moby Dick had also played a huge part in this constant need to improve himself. In fact, he’d read the first page of The Great Gatsbyso many times he could repeat it verbatim. And he’d learned to do this all alone, because there weren’t any people in his clan that could appreciate things of this nature. Dino read sports magazines; his mom read The National Enquirer. He would have been surprised if Angelo had read street signs. He knew for a fact that Digger had never even read a book from cover to cover.
            Anton lowered the volume and spoke over Lady Gaga. “Hold on, buddy. We’re not going to show anyone who the boss is. We’re just going to have a nice chat with von Sutton and make this right. The last thing we need is another war between the clans.”
            “Fuck that,” Digger said. “I think that little queen you’ve been tagging is making you a pussy. She’s got you whipped, man.”
            Anton didn’t take offense. He knew Digger had referred to Leo in that derogatory way because Digger couldn’t figure out their deal. In the same respect, he couldn’t resist torturing Digger a little either. “Don’t talk about my boyfriend that way. He’snot a queen and don’t change the pronouns.”
            Digger sat up and jerked his neck in a defensive way. He squared his shoulders and pointed his thumb to his chest. “And don’t fucking tell me what to do, because you’re not the boss of me.”
            “If you’d just give Leo a chance I’m sure you’d like him,” Anton said. He knew this would irritate Digger even more. “He’s the sweetest, smartest, kindest little soul I’ve ever known. And I’ve never met anyone better in bed. You should try to be more like him.”
            Digger slammed his fist into the door. “Spare me the fucking details. And fuck you.”
            “You should really try harder to get to know him better,” Anton said. “If you did, I think you’d really like him.”
            Digger flung him a stare. “Why don’t you just hit me over the head with a fucking hammer and be done with it.”
            Anton laughed. He slowed down so he could turn into the parking lot that would lead him to the nightclub. “Calm down, buddy. I’m only joking around on purpose to piss you off.”
            “You’re an epic dick.”
            Anton pulled into the parking space next to the front door of the club and said, “Just promise me you’ll try to get to know him. I’ve never felt this way before about anyone and I would like it if my best buddy approved of it. I’m only asking you to try, for my sake.”
            “What about me?” Digger asked. “I’m supposed to step aside and let this fucking human have you without a fight.”
            Anton knew this is where is could get complicated; he had to be delicate. He wanted to make it right partly because he did have feelings for Digger, and partly because he didn’t trust Digger completely. He didn’t want Digger causing any harm to Leo and he figured it would be better to have Digger on his side than against him. So he reached for Digger’s hand, knowing deep down Digger would never refuse him anything, and said, “We’ve always known how things are. We’ve always known there’s no way we could ever be together in a literal sense because they consider us cousins in the clan. I still feel the same way about you I always did, but I met Leo and I can’t help the way I feel about him. And besides, you’ve screwed everything thing that walks and I’ve never once gotten mad at you for it.”
            “That’s different,” Digger said. “It’s just sex. I didn’t care about any of them.”
            Anton didn’t want to get into a long discussion in the car. Digger had always been able to separate sex from love and it had never been that simple for Anton. They were already late and he wanted to get inside. “All I’m asking is that you try to get to know him better. You might even find you have a few things in common besides me.” He squeezed his hand harder. “Promise me you’ll at least try.”
            Digger made a face and said, “Okay. I will try. But I can’t promise I’ll actually like him.”
            Anton shrugged and said, “That’s all I’m asking. I think things will work out better than you think they will.”
            “I don’t see how,” said Digger.Digger had no idea Anton had already spoken to Leo about this a few days earlier. Anton hadn’t mentioned anything about them being vampires, but he did tell Leo that he and Digger had been on and off again lovers for a long time. When Leo heard this, he seemed more intrigued than annoyed, especially the part about them being cousins. When Anton said they were adopted and not really related by blood, it didn’t seem to calm Leo’s excitement. Leo even told Anton that he was attracted to Digger, too, but didn’t want to mention it aloud because he didn’t know how Anton would react.

When Digger and Anton entered the club that night, Leo greeted them from the other side of the bar and he spoke to Digger first this time. He exchanged a quick glance with Anton, and then he looked Digger up and down and said, “Those jeans and shoes are so cool. Where did you get them? I’d love to find shoes like that.”

Anton folded his arms across his chest and smiled. The best way for anyone to get to Digger was through compliments about his clothes or how he looked.

Digger seemed apprehensive at first. He looked down at his shoes and shrugged. “I got them at this shop in the East Village a few weeks ago. They’re vintage, from the 1970’s. From what I’m told they were never worn.”

Leo smiled at Anton. “Maybe all three of us could go there together sometime. I’d love to get a pair like that myself. What size are they?”
“Size ten,” Digger said. He lifted his head and looked into Leo’s eyes for the first time since he’d entered. “But they had a few in other sizes, too. Some even had higher heels but I didn’t want to get too carried away. As it is, some old bitch looked at me like I was from fucking Mars earlier tonight.”

“That’s my size,” Leo said. “And you shouldn’t worry about what anyone else thinks. You’re a hot guy and you look good in that outfit.”

This time Digger smiled. “You really think so? People think I dress weird sometimes.”
Leo nodded. “You’re adorable. You and Anton are the best looking guys I’ve ever met in my entire life, so don’t be silly.”

Anton wanted to jump over the bar and kiss Leo for being so smart. Average compliments never worked with Digger. If he’d said, “You and Anton are good looking guys,” that wouldn’t have been enough to satisfy him. But the fact that he’d said they were the best looking guys he’d ever met in his life seemed to cover all the bases, without question or doubt, and Digger stood there beaming at him, wallowing in vanity of the worst kind. And it had nothing to do with Digger’s vanity and all to do with his neediness and his genuine insecurity.

When it was time to leave so they could check out the nightclub and make their rounds so they would look as if they were actually doing something important, Leo and Digger fist-bumped and Digger promised he would take Leo to the shop in the East Village as soon as possible. Anton had no idea their shopping spree in the East Village would happen so soon, because when they returned to Leo’s bar two hours later and started talking about it again, Digger said, “Let’s go now.”

Anton sent him a glance. “Go where?”
“To the East Village,” he said. “I can take Leo to that shop, and then we can drop him off in Brooklyn when we’re done.”

“I’m working,” Leo said. “I’d love to go, but I can’t just leave. I need the money, too.”

“Fuck that,” said Digger. “You’re not just leaving. You’re leaving with the bosses. We’re in charge here, not the fucking manager. You can’t get into trouble for that and I’ll make sure you don’t lose any money.”

Anton had always admired the way Digger embraced being important. “I doubt the shop is open. It’s after midnight.” Anton had always been humble in that respect and he’d never pulled rank with anyone because his dad owned the nightclub. He wanted to be treated like every other employee there. But in trying to do this he only wound up making everyone else feel awkward and they didn’t know how to treat him. In many ways, Digger’s more honest approach made put people at ease.

“All I have to do is make one phone call and she’ll open for me,” Digger said. “I’m her best customer and she knows it.” He turned to Leo. “It’s owned by this really hot tranny and she’s in love with my dick.”

Leo laughed. “You’re silly.”

Anton said, “You can’t say that.”

Digger looked confused. “Say what? She is in love with my dick. She told me so.”
Leo reached across the bar and patted Digger on the shoulder. “He’s not talking about your dick. You can’t say tranny anymore. It’s considered a slur. It’s gaycism.”

Digger blinked. “Huh?”

Anton smiled; he knew Digger had never heard the word gaycism. He also knew Digger knew nothing about being politically correct. “You have to say transgender person. Or, cross dresser. But not tranny.”

“But everyone says tranny,” Digger said. “Even the trannies say tranny and they don’t take offense to it.”

“You could get into big trouble if you say it to the wrong person,” Leo said.

Digger still seemed confused. “But she calls herself a tranny and she’s not upset about it. What the fuck is up with that? Who’s making these fucking rules anyway?”

“She’s allowed to do that because she is transgender,” Leo said. “It’s like me calling myself a fag in jest. It’s self-deprecating and I’m not really serious about it.”

Digger looked up and rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he said. “Are we going or not? I have to call the transgender person first.”
Anton and Leo exchanged a glance, and Anton could see that Leo was dying to go but he was waiting for Anton’s approval. So Anton looked around and said, “I guess it’s not too busy here, so it won’t matter if you’re gone. But I don’t want to make a habit of this. And we tell them we’re leaving early to check out a nightclub in the city to see how they do things, like we’re spies and this is work. I don’t want them thinking we going shopping.” That’s all Angelo needed to hear. They’d wind up back in Sicily sleeping in coffins next to donkey carts for sure.

Digger pulled his phone from his pocket. “I’ll make the call.”

When Digger turned his back on them, Anton leaned over the bar and kissed Leo on the cheek. “Thanks for being so nice to Digger. It means a lot to me.”

Leo shrugged. “Don’t thank me. I like him. He’s not so bad once you get to know him.”

*****

They took Anton’s Escalade into the city and left Leo’s TJ Wrangler in the parking lot at the nightclub. Leo didn’t want to leave it there at first and he offered to follow behind them. But Anton promised Leo the car would be safe and he’d pick him up in Brooklyn the following night and bring him back to New Jersey to get his car.

In a smart move, Leo insisted he sit in the backseat on the way to New York, and he winked at Anton again. It was evident he didn’t want to make Digger feel as if he were taking a backseat in a proverbial sense. It turned out to be the best gesture he’d made all night, because when Digger heard Leo insist on sitting in the backseat, Digger smiled so wide Anton was afraid his fangs would pop out in front of Leo. Digger opened the back door and he took the backseat himself, insisting that Leo sit up front with Anton. Although Anton had always been able to manipulate Digger in ways like this, it amazed him to see that Leo had figured it out so fast. And what amazed him even more was Digger and Leo didn’t stop talking from the moment they pulled out of the nightclub parking lot until they parked in front of the vintage clothing shop in the East Village.

The tall attractive transgender greeted them at the door and welcomed them into her boutique without a hint of attitude about re-opening the shop so late at night. When Anton apologized, she tossed her head back, waved him off with long red fingernails, and said, “I’m glad to be of service. It’s the ultimate compliment. And wait until the old queen in the antique store next to me hears that customers from New Jersey wanted me to open in the middle of the night. Honey, that’s gonna torture her for weeks to come and twist her tired old ass sixteen different ways.”

She wore a short red mini-dress made out of synthetic material that hugged her body so tightly she had to keep pulling it down so it wouldn’t ride up to her waist. Though she was six feet tall in six inch red stilettos, she walked with the kind of grace Anton had only seen in movies and beauty pageants. She wore no stockings and had long shapely legs so smooth they glistened beneath the spotlights near the costume jewelry counters. The top of the tight dress had a low scooped neck and she made no attempt to hide her large surgical implants. She seemed to like bending over in front of them, and she liked it even more when Digger put his hand on her ass and rubbed it up and down. Anton had a feeling Digger was more than just a regular customer and he had fucked her more than once. He could always tell by the look in their human eyes, as if they craved vampire dick so much they would do anything to get it again.

This wasn’t the kind of place where Anton would have gone shopping for anything, so he sat in a chair at the back of the shop while the owner helped Digger and Leo find interesting things she thought they might like. She’d locked the front door so there was no need to use the dressing rooms. At first Leo seemed apprehensive about changing in front of everyone, but Anton sent him a look of approval and nodded. Of course Digger put on a small show for the owner, and perhaps for Leo as well. When he pulled down the jeans he’d been wearing to try on a pair of brown bell bottoms, he did it fast and pretended to pull down his underwear at the same time by mistake. His thick flaccid dick dropped out and slapped against his leg, and the owner of the shop swooned and pressed her red fingernails to her glossy red lips.

Anton rolled his eyes. He’d seen it all before.

Leo’s jaw dropped.

And Digger smiled and said, “Sorry about that.” Then he pulled up his black boxer briefs and slowly packed his dick into them while everyone watched.

They wound up buying enough vintage clothes that night to keep the transgender in business for the next year. Anton paid for everything, insisting he wanted to do this for Digger and Leo. The owner threw in a few things for free and thanked them so many times Anton started to feel awkward. He’d grown up with a deep respect for small businesses and small business owners because that’s all he’d ever known. Although his dad had formed a corporation it wasn’t a giant corporate structure that consisted of mega stores and mainstream discount outlets, or chain restaurants and convenience stores. The businesses owned and covered by the clan, including those from whom they received protection money each month, were small and quirky just like this little shop where the transgender sold vintage clothing. Though Angelo Pagano could be one of the most ruthless vampires on the planet, Anton had seen his dad help small business owners remain alive and prosperous. One of the reasons why Anton and Digger had to pay a visit to von Sutton was to keep Nino’s small restaurant in business.

Leo wore a pair of beige bell bottoms and black shoes with chunky stacked high heels out of the store because he liked the way the shoes made him taller and the pants hugged his ass. Anton couldn’t argue. The beige pants looked so good he reached down and grabbed Leo’s ass on the way out to the car in front of four guys in hoodies who were passing by at the same time. The four guys didn’t seem to notice. If they did they didn’t care. They kept walking in the opposite direction, puffing on cigarettes, oblivious to everything around them.

Then Digger grabbed Leo’s ass and Anton sent him a look. Anton grabbed his arm and said, “That belongs to me.”

Digger stepped back and said, “What the fuck? It looks good. He doesn’t mind.” He’d worn a pair of brown hip-huggers out of the store that he thought looked better with the high heels he’d been wearing all night. There was no argument about that from Anton either. He liked the way the low-rise pants bulged in the crotch.

Leo shrugged and said, “It’s okay, Anton. I really don’t mind. I wouldn’t let anyone else do that. But you guys are different. I feel safe with you both. I like you both.”

This time Anton and Digger exchanged a glance, and Anton said, “As long as you don’t mind, I guess it’s okay. I just don’t want him taking advantage. I know how he can be.”

Leo turned and kissed Anton on the cheek, and then he turned and kissed Digger on the cheek. “You guys are both adorable and I can’t thank you enough for buying me all these clothes. No one’s ever done anything like that before for me.”

“You don’t have to thank us,” Anton said. “We wanted to do it.”

“That’s right,” Digger said. “Anton was right about you. There is something about you that’s hard to explain. You’re so fucking sweet and there isn’t a mean thing about you.”

At that moment, Anton could hear Leo’s heart beating softly; he could smell his blood and all he wanted to do was sink his teeth into his neck and drink it. It overwhelmed him so much he had to step back and take a deep breath. He also knew from the look in Digger’s eyes he was thinking the same thing. So he smiled and opened the back door so they could put their packages in the car. As he turned, he glanced at Digger and said, “That’s completely off limits. It’s too soon, and I’m not sure I’ll ever do it. He’s too good.”

Digger didn’t argue this time. He seemed to understand and said, “It’s cool, buddy. I get it. We’re good.”

Anton fist-bumped him and said, “Excellent, man.” One of the biggest ironies about being a vampire Anton had had to learn to deal with was finding the strength to resist the one thing that attracted him the most: a perfect human with the purest, sweetest, most honest intentions. They craved all human blood, good or bad. But the sweetest blood of all came from the sweetest humans alive.

Leo had been putting packages into the backseat and listening at the same time. He turned, faced them both, and said, “What are you two bad boys talking about now? It’s like you speak in code sometimes and I can’t figure you out.”

Digger said, “Nothing you have to worry about, dude. Just business.”

Anton kissed him on the cheek and said, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about anything. We’re going to take you back to Brooklyn now and get you home safe and sound.”

Leo frowned. “Well that sucks, because I was invited to this party in a big warehouse a few blocks from my apartment. I was kind of hoping you’d both want to go. But if you’re too tired we don’t have to.”

“A party,” Digger said.

Anton knew the next best thing to devouring fresh human blood for Digger was a party. They still had plenty of time before dawn. “I guess we can check it out. But we can’t stay long.”


 

Chapter Eight

            On the way to Brooklyn, Leo said, “We should all plan one day when we’re all off and visit the Statue of Liberty. Wouldn’t that be fun? I could pack a picnic basket. I’ve always wanted to see it, but it’s not the kind of thing I’d ever do alone in a bazillion years by myself.”

Digger made a sarcastic remark. “We could skip all the way there.”

But when Leo mentioned them all getting together during the day, Anton sent Digger a glance in the review mirror and changed the subject fast. He didn’t want Leo wondering why they still hadn’t gotten together once since they’d met during the daylight hours. “Why isn’t that the kind of thing you’d do alone?” From what he’d surmised so far, Leo tended to be more emotional that most men and he enjoyed analyzing himself and other people.

Leo smiled and said, “Crowds make me nervous during the day. Plus, I’m just not the history type I guess. I’m not political either. I know that sounds just awful, but I’m honest about it. I wouldn’t know a Democrat from a Republican.”

In an exaggerated move, Anton slammed his palm to his chest, leaned back, and said, “No. Tell me that’s not true. You’re not political? You don’t swoon each time they mention the President? What kind of a gay dude are you? You’re not marching in protests, waving rainbow flags, and planning your next pride vent? Why I should put you out of this car right now and leave you in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge for such blashphemy.”

Digger thought he was serious. “Calm down, dude. He didn’t kill a puppy.”

For a moment, Leo glanced at him with a horrified expression. Then he seemed to realize Anton had been joking and he smiled. “Seriously. I try, but I’m just not the political type. It’s not that I don’t agree with all the political stuff. I’m just not into it, is all. I’d rather spend the afternoon fooling around with my TJ than marching in gay prides.”

“I think you mean gay pride parades,” Anton said. He tended to get a little too political sometimes when it came to gay rights and equality. It’s just that he was a vampire, and not really allowed to participate in anything too political. His mom and dad usually took care of getting him fake birth certificates and a new identity every so often, but he wasn’t even on the books, so to speak, in a literal sense. If he had been human, he would have been marching, carrying signs, and screaming for equal rights with everyone else.

In the backseat, Digger laughed and said, “Yeah, fuck. I like fooling around with my TJ, too.” Then he pulled down his zipper, whipped his dick out of his pants, and waved it back and forth.

When Leo looked back and saw this, he laughed. “You’re so bad. What are we going to do with you?”

“I can think of a lot of things,” Digger said.

“Put your dick away,” Anton said. “He was talking about his car, as in TJ Wrangler Jeep, not his dick. Is that all you ever think about, man?”
Digger pouted, put his dick away, and said, “I thought it was another word for dick, like Johnson or pecker. What the fuck do I know?”
“Not much,” Anton said. Though he had been amused by this, he didn’t want to encourage Digger.

“The point is that I’m just not political and I never will be,” Leo said. “To be honest, I’m not even that interested in the Statue of Liberty, except for the picnic lunch. I’d rather go shopping, or do something fun instead.”

Anton reached over and held Leo’s hand for a second. “I’m not all that political either, so you don’t have to explain anything to me. And I’ve managed to live a good full life so far without going to the Statue of Liberty, and I’ll continue on somehow if I never actually get there.” Anton had been around long enough to see more Presidents and politicians than he cared to remember. He’d lived through a lot of the history most people he hung out with had only read about in history books. In the past one hundred years, he’d come to learn that all of the politicians he’d seen were scoundrels, liars, and crooks, and that most of history was usually rewritten to suit whatever the agenda was and couldn’t be depended on anyway. And they never spoke about the gay politicians openly.

When they pulled up to Leo’s apartment building and saw a parking space on the street, Leo told him to take it because those parking spaces weren’t easy to find at that hour. Leo said they could walk to the party in the warehouse from there and that the car would be safe if he left it alone. Anton glanced at his watch and saw it was only 2:30 and they still had plenty of time before dawn. Digger unfolded from the backseat, lifted his head, and sniffed around as if he were searching for a scent. Anton knew Digger well enough by then to know he was probably anticipating plenty of fresh human blood at this party.

So Anton smiled at him, trying not to make this comment sound unusual, and said, “We all stick together tonight. No extra-curricular activities, if you get my drift, dude.”

“I know,” Digger said, as if he’d read Anton’s mind. “It’s cool.”

“I don’t want to have to go looking for you when it’s time to leave,” Anton said. “I’m serious.”

Before Digger could answer, Leo stepped up between them and reached for both their hands at the same time and said, “Let’s go, guys. I don’t want you two boys arguing about this, too. All you ever do is argue. We’re going to have fun tonight, and that’s that.”

Digger and Anton looked at each other and shrugged. Then Leo jerked their arms at the same time and started walking to the Avenue. When Leo made adorable innocent comments like that Anton found himself so confused he didn’t know how to reply. He felt  a rush of excitement and all those long dark years ahead of him as a vampire suddenly looked brighter than he’d ever imaged they could be. He had a feeling Digger felt the same way, because Anton had never seen Digger walk down a street with a smile that wide or his head held so high.

When they reached the warehouse, no one greeted them at the entrance. From what Anton could tell, this was one of the parties that people post about on social media like Facebook and a bunch of people who either know each other or don’t know each other show up simply because there’s nothing else to do. The music was loud and the lights dimmed so low Leo had to look down so he wouldn’t trip or fall into anyone. Everyone seemed to be between the ages of eighteen and thirty years old, with a few exceptions where people were over thirty and trying way too hard to cling to their twenties.

They’d stopped holding hands by then, but Leo was still walking between them. He led them to a massive exposed brick wall where someone had set up a make shift bar on a long wooden folding table, with disposable cups, cheap bottles of wine, and kegs of beer. The music wasn’t as loud back there, and the people standing around the bar were clustered in small groups of three or more standing around talking. While Leo walked up to a young woman with mousy brown hair, Anton overheard one young man with a scruffy beard tell two other young men with goatees, “Like yeah, man. It’s like epic, seriously. It’s epic, dude.” There didn’t seem to be any particular dress code either…other than loose baggy jeans, sagging T-shirts, and gum-soled shoes. There were a few Goth types, all dressed in black with creepy asymmetrical haircuts and black skinny jeans that looked as if they were trying too hard to be quasi vampires. There were also a few painfully thin young men with plucked eyebrows wearing lipstick and earrings. Anton started to worry about what they were all thinking of him. Leo and Digger blended in perfectly with this crown in their retro l970’s outfits. But Anton looked as though he’d just missed the bus back to Harvard Yard.

Leo pulled Anton’s arm and said, “This is my friend, Sarah.” He smiled at Sarah and said, “This is Anton, and that’s Digger.” He didn’t seem to want to go into any details about their relationship with her.

Anton had to poke Digger in the ribs because he’d been staring at one of the young guys in skinny jeans and purple hair. “Pay attention. This is Sarah, Leo’s friend.”

Digger turned fast and said, “Hey, nice to meet you. I’ll be right back.” Then he left before Anton had a chance to stop him.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Sarah said. She had a clear even voice and spoke as if she were about to lecture on an important topic. “I’ve heard a few things about you.” Then she lifted a small joint, inhaled, and held her breath for a moment.

Anton smiled and said, “It’s nice to meet you, too.” He had no idea Leo had been talking about him to his friends. He didn’t know Leo had friends. He’d imagined him as a loner of sorts.

“I’m a writer,” Sarah said, as if she couldn’t wait to make this announcement. “I find that these parties, with all their social ramifications, fascinating, don’t you? Why the gender politics alone, with respect to gender dynamics and socialization are amazing.”
Anton smiled. But he was thinking, “WTF?” He’d run across her kind before. She was the unattractive, slightly overweight, girl from college who never wore make up and always complained she never had dates. And yet she slept with any guy who was willing to pull down his zipper and tag her. She tended to be too left-wing political, was always far too pedantic, and bored everyone to death the moment she opened her mouth. She never implied anything: she inferred. That night she wore an outfit that looked as if she were trying to punish the world with bad taste. It was this full body jump suit, in a cottony white fabric that had little pink roses, with a halter top that made her small breasts look like tiny pointed party hats for puppies, and short pants that gave her an exaggerated camel toe that could have been classified a moose knuckle.

Anton glanced over his shoulder to see where Digger had gone, but he was nowhere in sight. He’d been hoping Sarah’s question had been rhetorical; however, she didn’t give up. The moment he turned around to face her, she took another hit from the joint and said, “I find it interesting to watch my generation in action this way with regard to gender politics, especially considering that the US is now ranked so low as far as educational standards are concerned. Don’t you agree?”

Anton smiled and shrugged. “I kind of like America.” It was better than being sent back to Sicily. He knew better than to get sucked into a conversation with her type. You couldn’t win no matter how hard you tried.

“But isn’t it a shame there’s no upward mobility anymore? Do you think that has anything to do with the gender politics of gay men, since gay men are becoming so popular now?” Sarah asked. She moved and the moose knuckle rode up higher.

He had no idea what she was talking about, and doubted she did either. It made no sense. He couldn’t find a direct correlation between upward mobility, gender politics, and gay men. So he decided to shut her up for good. “I don’t think there is gender politics with gay men,” Anton said. “We’re all men. Period. Plain and simple.”

Leo laughed. He must have sensed Anton was getting irritated. “Sarah, unlike me, is very political and very socially aware. But she’s very sweet, too.”

Anton knew the one other thing that could shut her up fast, and he took advantage of it. He smiled at Leo and said, “I’m sure she is.” Then he turned to Sarah and asked, “And what do you do for a living?” He knew she would start by telling him her major in college. Even though she was at least six years out of college, her type never let go of their college years easily. And none had decent jobs.

“My major was anthropology,” she said, with a superior tone that suggested anything less would be unacceptable. “And right now I’m working as a waitress in a coffee shop and my mom in Iowa is helping me with the rent. I’m thinking of going back to grad school in the fall to get my masters in puppetry.”

Just when he thought he’d heard it all: “Puppetry?” She pronounced “puppetry” by saying “pup-ah-treeeeee,” as if the last syllable would never end.
“I think it’s going to be a growing industry,” Sarah said, looking more serious now. “It’s like, well, you know, a good way to study relationships and social settings without insulting any minority groups. I think students need that kind of experience. And I’ve always thought of myself more as a student than a teacher.” She pronounced the word “student” as “sta-dant,” with the emphasis on the second syllable once again. In fact, Anton noticed she seemed to exaggerate the last syllable of almost every single word she said.

Anton smiled and said, “That’s very interesting.” Then he put his arm around Leo and pulled him closer. “It was nice meeting you, Sarah. We have to go look for my buddy now. We can’t stay too long.”

Before Sarah had a chance to say a word, Anton guided Leo away from the bar and into the middle of what seemed to be a make shift dance floor of chipped concrete. On the way, he leaned into Leo’s side and asked, “Is she a good friend of yours.”

“We went to college together,” Leo said. “Don’t worry, though. I know how she can be. She’s really not that bad once you get to know her. She’s probably my closest friend right now. I don’t have time to make a lot of friends. I just have a lot of acquaintances instead. It’s the social anxiety thing.”

This made Anton feel both relieved and sad. He hated the thought of Leo being lonely, but he enjoyed knowing that Leo didn’t have too many interfering friends hanging around all the time. “I’m sure she’s very nice,” Anton said. “I’m just worried about Digger. He tends to get into trouble sometimes if I don’t watch him.”

“Oh he’ll be fine,” Leo said. “Let’s dance.”

There was a slower version of an Adele song playing now. Anton didn’t know the name, but he’d always liked it. He glanced around and saw women dancing with women, men dancing with men, and men dancing with women. On the far side of the dance floor, he even saw a six foot tall cross dresser dancing with a middle aged man in a dark business suit. There didn’t seem to be any rules or a protocol to follow like there were in the clubs he knew in New Jersey, so he put his arms around Leo, pulled him closer, and they started to rock slowly to the music with Leo’s head on his chest.

They danced this way to a few more songs and then Anton looked at his watch. It was three thirty now and there was no sign of Digger anywhere. He wasn’t worried about Digger in a literal sense. He knew Digger could take care of himself and he could find his own way back to New Jersey if he had to. Anton was more concerned about what Digger might be doing. At a party like this, with so many innocent young victims filled with fresh blood, there was no telling how Digger would react. As it was, Anton found it difficult to ignore all the natural urges passing through his supernatural body, which was why he rarely went to places like this.  The fact that these fools were all so wide-eyed, trusting, and unsuspecting even made it more tempting. Every time he took a breath he smelled someone else’s blood, and every time he glanced into another set of wide open, innocent eyes he wanted to pounce on them and suck the pretentious gender politics right out of their bodies.

But Anton had learned to control these urges and Digger still hadn’t. Angelo blamed all this on the fact that Uncle Sonny had babied and coddled Anton so much. “You stay right here and wait for me,” Anton said. “I’m going to look for Digger. We have to leave soon. Don’t go anywhere.”

Leo made a move to follow him. “Why can’t I come? I don’t want to stand here alone.”

“I’ll only be a few minutes,” Anton said. He could look for Digger faster if he was alone. He could literally sniff him out.

Leo made a face and pouted. “Okay, I’ll wait over there at the bar with Sarah. I won’t go anywhere.”

He would have preferred it if Leo had waited alone near the dance floor. He didn’t want to deal with Sarah again that night. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”

As he passed through clusters of people sipping drinks out of plastic cups and smoking joints made out of wrinkled papers, he saw no signs of Digger anywhere. There were so many different scents he had trouble picking up Digger’s at first. But when he came to a dark corner at the back of the warehouse, where a group of young people all dressed in black were all making out together on a Danish modern sofa that reminded Anton of a remnant from an old black and white TV sitcom, Anton caught a whiff of Digger and he walked toward a small doorway.

He approached the doorway slowly, as if unsure of what he might find. With slow even steps, he glanced into a small room with brick exposed walls and found Digger pinned to a wall, gagged and bound at the neck, wrists and ankles. He stepped into the room and said, “What the fuck, man?” And then someone grabbed him from behind and tried to shove him up against the other brick wall.

When he tried to turn, someone took hold of his other arm and forced him closer to the wall. It was evident they were vampires, and even more evident they weren’t as strong as Anton. He flung his arms out fast and hit them both so hard they flew across the room and banged into the walls. The music outside was so loud no one could hear a thing. The young people outside the room were so stoned on X and so focused on making out with each other they wouldn’t have cared even if they had heard something unusual.

Anton stood up and glared at Digger. “I told you not to get into trouble.”

Digger’s mouth was covered with duct tape; he couldn’t speak. He mumbled something incoherent while Anton turned to grab one of the vampires by the throat. While he lifted him up high and shook him around, the other vampire he’d thrown against the wall came to his buddy’s defense. Anton had excellent radar and he knew when he was about to be attacked. So he lifted his other arm just in time and he grabbed the second vampire by the throat and held him up at the same time.

“What the fuck is this?” Anton asked, as he held them in mid-air. He’d run into their kind before: inferior vampires who lived and slithered with other scavengers of the night and slept in dark sewers during the day. They’d been turned too soon by irresponsible vampires who’d never taken the time to teach them anything. They fed on weak humans, rats, and anything else that wouldn’t have to make them work too hard. These two looked to be about eighteen years old and he could tell by the wild animalistic look in their eyes they’d been turned very recently.

“He was feeding on me dinner, he was,” said one of them. He had reddish blonde hair and a lean slim body like Prince Harry. He spoke with a British Cockney accent, which meant he must have come to the US by ship. Anton had heard about this before, too. They were coming to the US in droves from Europe, hiding in cargo crates and containers, because they thought things were better in the US. Most didn’t make it because they weren’t smart enough to know how to survive. They didn’t know how to find proper sleeping quarters during the day…a regular wooden box didn’t do it…and the sunlight usually did most of them in before the ships left port. Contrary to what most think, vampires simply turn to dust the instant the sunlight hits them. They don’t explode into a dramatic burst of flames and scream for mercy. The turn to powder.

The other one said, “And we ain’t gonna take that from no one, we ain’t.” They must have known each other in Europe. He reminded Anton of a younger version of the actor, Owen Wilson.

“If I let you two down will you behave,” Anton said. “Don’t try to fuck around with me. I’m stronger and I’ll eat you both for dinner if you try anything, so don’t tempt me.”

They both nodded at the same time and Anton slowly lowered them to the concrete floor. He released their necks slowly to be sure they wouldn’t try anything stupid. He warned them again and said, “I’m serious. Don’t fuck around. I’ll stomp both of your vampire asses into the ground with my bare hands. And I think you know I can do it.” Then he told them to go to the wall and release Digger first. They hesitated for a moment, exchanged a quick glance, and then followed his orders.

The moment Digger was released he grabbed them both by the throat at the same time.

The one who looked like Owen Wilson shouted, “Hey.” It sounded like “Eye.”

Anton glared at Digger and said, “Put them both down.”

“What the fuck, Anton? You saw what they did to me.”

“I said put them both down right now. We don’t hurt our own kind.” Anton clenched his fists and lifted his arms to show he was serious. His fangs showed and he growled. Digger should have known how to handle them alone. He’d had more advantages and he should have been the older and wiser one.

Digger’s fang popped out. “They caught me off guard, while I was feeding on this hot little piece of Goth ass.”

That explained a lot to Anton. The only way one of the inferior vampires could actually tie up and older vampire like Digger was if the older vampire was feeding at the time. Drinking blood rendered them almost helpless, which was why they had to be so careful when they did feed. “You should have stayed with Leo and me. You shouldn’t have been feeding on anyone here. I told you to be careful.”

The young red haired vampire sneered at Digger and said, “Yeah, you should have been minding your own bloody business, you should have.”

Digger reached for him and said, “I could split you in half and eat you alive.”

In a flash so fast it sounded as if a candle had been blown out, Anton wound up next to Digger and he grabbed his arm. “Seriously, man. Look at them. They’re babies. Do you really want to do this? Wouldn’t you rather we taught them a few things instead?”

Digger showed his fangs and lurched at them with a growl. They both jumped back at the same time and Digger said, “You little fuckers are lucky this time.”

Anton ignored Digger’s histrionics and asked, “Where’s this guy you were feeding on?”
They looked at each other and shrugged. The one with red hair said, “He just took off.”

Anton made a face to show them he wasn’t amused. He knew nothing would happen to the young man they’d been feeding on because he’d run away. If they’d reached a point where he’d been too weak to walk that could have been an issue. He knew the guy would forget about everything that had happened to him and the fang marks on his body would disappear within a few hours. He would feel a strange sensation for a while, as if he’d just woken up from a dream he couldn’t recall. But he wouldn’t remember anything significant.

Digger said, “I think we should teach them both a lesson they’ll never forget. You don’t fuck around with your elders.”

“They have enough problems as it is,” Anton said. “And we have to get Leo back to his apartment before dawn.”

While the wretched young vampires stood there listening, waiting to see what Anton would do next, Anton slowly walked over to them and put his arms around them both at the same time. “You both need to leave now. And if I see you anywhere in here for the rest of the night I’m not going to be so nice.” In a way, he felt sorry for them. They hadn’t had the advantages he’d had when he’d been a new vampire. No one had taught them the right way to live among humans, or how to feed. He had a feeling it wouldn’t end well for them. One night they would be careless and bed down for the day in a sewer that wasn’t completely protected from the sun. A work crew would come by and lift the top off a manhole cover and they would turn to dust instantly at the first ray of daylight. And there was nothing Anton could do about that. He belonged to a clan that had rules and regulations and he wasn’t allowed to mingle with vampires of their kind.

The blond turned to leave without saying a word. But the one with the red hair stopped and sent Anton a backward glance. “Just wanted to say thank you, mate. You’re a decent bloke. I hope we meet up again someday.”

This surprised Anton more than it should have. Vampires like this didn’t usually have the manners or the decency to say thank you to anyone. Anton nodded and said, “Keep an eye on your friend from now on.” He turned to Digger and frowned. “I know it’s not easy, trust me. But sometimes you have to do these things because you’re stronger and smarter. You’ll see what I mean. Most of all, find a safe place to sleep and don’t ever take the daylight for granted.”

Male Nudes in Film: MrMan.com; FREE Gay Excerpt: Glendora Hill Series

Male Nudes in Film: MrMan.com

The founder of a web site that focuses on female nude scenes in films, Mr. Skin, has broken the double standard and created something brand new that now focuses on male nude scenes in films. And even more interesting, he’s been marketing the naked male actors toward women but the majority of hits allegedly come from men. The article to which I’m linking claims it’s “gay” men, but since there’s no measure I know of that could accurately determine what kind of men are viewing the web site I’ll just stick to using the word men in this post.

McBride’s explanation for the gender gap? The stigma of homosexuality has faded even as male nude scenes have multiplied, making 2013 the “perfect” time to launch the counterpart to his 14-year-old forever teen, Mr. Skin. He’s also of the opinion that men are simply more “pervy” than women. “They’ll walk through a wall for a good nude scene.”

I’m not too sure about that, at least not from what I’ve seen and heard from the wonderful women readers of gay erotic romance. I think it’s more about women and men (of all ages) being more comfortable with sex, nudity, and all the pleasures erotica of any kind provide us. Fifty Shades of Grey did NOT become a bestseller for it’s recipes or its strong plot. And I think there just might be as many women out there that will walk through a wall for a good nude scene as there are men. But even more important, I don’t think that makes either men or women pervy for enjoying nudity or sex. I’d bet the owner of the web site Mr.Man.com doesn’t think so either and he only used pervy in jest. It’s the blithering idiot who wrote the Huff Po article with pithy undertones and that snarky Internet-y voice that’s the real perv.

In any event, I will be linking to this web site in the future and sharing what I can about male full frontal nudity in TV and films. If that makes me pervy, tell me where to sign up.  You can read more here.

You can check out MrMan.com here, where you’ll find not just a handful of male nudes from films, but what seems to be every male nude ever done. I can’t post photos here from the web site for copyright reasons, but you won’t be disappointed if you follow the link.

FREE Gay Excerpt: Glendora Hill Series Cowboy Christmas

Here’s a free excerpt from a holiday novel I’m just finishing up right now that will be released this holiday season. It’s from the new cowboy series I’m working on that focuses on the fictional town of Glendora Hill in Texas Hill Country. In this particular novel, along with so much holiday cheer you might get overwhelmed at some point, the love story is focused on a three-way gay relationship that’s long term and happily-ever-after. It’s not Debbie Macomber. But in my lifetime of experience as a gay man I’ve known several long term committed relationships that included three men, not just two. It’s more common in gay culture than most will admit or recognize, and even though it can get highly complicated I have seen relationships where it works…and lasts.

Keep in mind this is pre-edits and I haven’t even submitted it to the publisher yet. I’ll post the first part of the excerpt here and you’ll have to click to read the second part at my other web site because Google might think I’m pervy if I post erotica here. Also keep in mind this isn’t about a gay couple who take home all kinds of men and throw them into their bed. This is about three gay men who love each other deeply and want to spend the rest of their lives together.

By Thanksgiving Day, all the storefronts, homes, and professional buildings along the tree-lined streets of Glendora Hill, Texas were fully adorned for the Holiday season. The hardware store’s display windows were covered with pine wreaths, garland, and big red bows to the point where customers couldn’t even see the merchandise through the windows. The dog grooming parlor with one huge boxwood topiary of a French poodle near the front door had red velvet wreaths made out of faux poinsettias in its windows, perfectly strung multi-colored holiday lights framing each window, and the poodle topiary had a big red bow around its neck. On each corner in town, stood a fully decorated real Christmas tree set in an old whiskey barrel, with more multi-colored lights and a big gold star at the top.
            In fact, everywhere Dr. Keith Elliot looked he saw something glitter, sparkle, and shine with holiday expression. When he stopped at the first traffic light on Main Street and glanced up at the pine garland swag and gold silver bell hanging from the traffic light he rolled his eyes and made a face. And when he lowered his window to get some fresh air and heard soft holiday music being piped through the streets, he groaned aloud and took a quick breath. For a moment, he felt as if he’d lost touch with reality and wound up in one of those old Hollywood Christmas films where everyone believes in Santa and lives happily ever after.
            Then the traffic light changed and he noticed a middle aged woman with two elderly people attempting to cross Main Street. The woman couldn’t have been taller than five feet in spite of her four inch red and white high heels. She leaned toward the plump side, and she was wearing a belted red dress with a white collar and a flowing skirt. Her short curly hair was stiff with cheap dime store hair spray and she had a huge gold Christmas tree pin below her right shoulder. If she hadn’t been carrying a huge tray covered in silver foil, Keith would have thought he’d just run into Mrs. Santa Claus. The older couple wore matching green and red jackets and matching green velvet shoes that looked more like bedroom slippers.
            When the middle aged woman noticed the light had changed, she grabbed the older man’s arm with one hand and said, “Hold on, pop, the light is red.”
            The older man and woman exchanged a confused glance and stopped to wait, trusting her completely.
            Keith smiled and waved them along. “It’s okay. You can cross. I’m in no rush.” He didn’t want to run anyone over his first day in town, especially not one of Santa’s elves.
            The woman smiled and nodded at him. “Thanks, we’re on our way home from Thanksgiving dinner at the sheriff’s house.” She lifted the tray higher and giggled for no reason at all. “I brought my famous mac and cheese and these are leftovers. Dot Hennessey was there, too, and she brought her God awful stuffed mushrooms. She wound up taking most of them home.” Then she tapped the older man’s arm and said, “The nice man is letting us go. We can cross now.”
            The older man tilted his head sideways. “We’re not lost now, Angie. I know exactly where I am. I was born and raised in this town.” He made a fist and stomped his foot.
            “I didn’t say we were lost,” the woman named Angie said. “I said we could cross. Turn up your hearing aide, pop.” She smiled at Keith again and said, “Pop’s a little hard of hearing.”
            “No problem,” Keith said. He waved them on again. He didn’t want to spend the rest of the night sitting there at that light with strangers who seemed too familiar at first. He had a feeling she wanted to pull back the silver foil and show him her mac and cheese.
            As they passed by the front of his truck, the woman sent him a glance and said, “Happy Holidays.”
             He returned the gesture with a nod, and a forced smile. “Happy Holidays, to you, too.” She’d made it simple for him. He’d learned to be cautious about whether or not to say Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays with his more politically correct friends in Chicago. 
            He waited until they were on the other side of Main Street to tap the gas again. As he drove toward the address he’d been given, he noticed a few more people walking on the sidewalks, carrying big trays with silver foil. They were all dressed up, as if going somewhere special, and they were all smiling. But more than that, they all noticed him passing through town, and nodded and waved as if they’d known him all his life.
            With all the twinkling lights, strands of garland, and holiday wreaths, it was hard to see the numbers on the buildings. It’s a good thing his new landlord had told him to look for the last building on Main Street with the white porch swing and a sign that read, “Glendora Hill Saddle Shop and Dry Goods,” because he would have missed the numbers 1114 completely. Evidently, his new landlord hadn’t considered the address important when he’d covered up the three ones with a silver glittered pine cone Christmas wreath. Keith could hardly make out the four, but he figured that had to be the place because of the sign over the door.
            He parked in front at the curb and climbed out of the cab. He’d been driving all day and hadn’t stretched his legs since the last time he’d stopped to fill up the gas tank in north Texas, somewhere north of Dallas he’d never heard of. He was sorry he’d worn such tight jeans that day, and even sorrier he’d worn cowboy boots. He would have been more comfortable in sweats and sneakers. But he didn’t want to show up in Glendora Hill, Texas looking as if he’d just arrived from Chicago. He had just arrived from Chicago, but he didn’t want them all knowing that. The main reason he’d submitted his resume for the job as head doctor of the Glendora Hill Medical Center was to escape from the urban life he’d always known. Unlike the other people with whom he’d attended medical school, his goal had always been to be a primary care physician, and in a small western town where there were horse ranches, open spaces, and plenty of cowboys.
            As he glanced up at the building where he’d rented the second floor apartment, he blinked when he noticed that every window had an identical glittery silver pine cone wreath hanging from a red velvet ribbon. Each window frame was adorned with little white lights that had been entwined around pine garland. And at the base of each window set dead center were big fluffy white bows. This building seemed even more elaborately decorated than the others he’d passed in town. Even the white front porch swing had silver and gold holiday pillows lined across the back.  
            Keith hadn’t seen the building or the apartment until now. He’d heard about it through a patient he’d accidentally met in the hospital in Chicago where he’d done his residency. The patient had been recovering from an emergency appendectomy and she’d overheard Keith telling a nurse about his plans to move to Glendora Hill, take over the small medical center, and that he was looking for a place to live. The patient’s name was Luanne something…he couldn’t remember her last name…and she told him she owned a dress shop in Glendora Hill, she was in Chicago visiting family, and wound up with an appendicitis. She was being discharged that day, but she gave him a phone number to call where she’d heard someone was looking to rent an apartment. The same evening he wound up renting the space over the phone without even checking it out. But if he’d known he was renting an apartment in a building that reminded him of Santa’s village at the North Pole, he would have thought twice.
            It was too late now to change things. He’d paid the first and last month’s rent and signed a lease he’d mailed to the landlord. And, the landlord had been nice enough to give him a break and let him live there for free until December first when the lease actually kicked in. He couldn’t renege now, so he walked to the back of the truck, pulled two suitcases out, and started toward the front porch.
            In a show of stunning trust, the landlord had told Keith he’d leave keys to the entrance of the building and the apartment under a fake potted poinsettia tree next to the porch swing. So he set his suitcases down at the top of the porch and walked over to the porch swing. But as he bent over to lift up the fake potted poinsettia, a man with a deep voice crept up behind him and said, “Can I help you, man?”
            Keith jumped and jerked to the side. He’d lived in Chicago; he prepared to be either mugged or arrested for breaking and entering. He pressed his palm to his chest and said, “I’m looking for the keys. The landlord told me he’d leave them under this poinsettia. I’m not a burglar. I swear. I’m renting the second floor apartment and I have a lease to prove it.”
            The tall man smiled at him and said, “Well you must be the new doc in town. It’s nice meeting you. Sebastian mentioned you’d be coming in today sometime.” He walked over to Keith and extended his right arm. “I’m J U double D, Judd. Sorry if I scared you a little.” He spoke with a thick Texas accent and dropped the G at the end of every word ending in ing.
            Keith shook his large hand and said, “That’s me. I’m Keith Elliot, the tenant. I’ll be working at the Glendora Hill Medical Center. It’s nice to meet you.” This Judd dude had such a strong handshake Keith’s knees almost buckled.
            “I’m up on the fourth floor,” Judd said. “I’ve been renting here since Sebastian inherited the place from his uncle. He used to live in the second floor apartment with his son, Kick, but he married Sheriff Avery and he now lives over at the sheriff’s place. But’s he’s here at the store every day. You’ll get to meet him tomorrow.” He laughed and said, “It’s Black Friday and he’ll be open, not that you’ll see much of a crowd in Glendora Hill on black Friday, though. It’s pretty quiet around here compared to other places.”
            At a closer glance, Judd reminded Keith of a dark-haired model he’d recently seen in one of those underwear catalogues that wound up in his mailbox unsolicited at certain times of the year. Judd stood over six feet in black cowboy boots, his tight leather jacket pulled at the chest and upper arms, and where his narrow waist met his solid pelvis he had a prominent bulge that made the zipper in his low-rise jeans round out in a way that fell just short of obscene. “Sebastian married the sheriff? You’re telling me they are a gay couple?” Keith asked. He knew nothing about Glendora Hill or gay life there. He’d assumed he would be living in a more provincial town, and in order to follow his dream of being a small town doctor he’d been prepared to give up certain parts of gay life he’d known well in Chicago.
            Judd squared his back in a defensive way. “We’re a small town, but we’re progressive. Sebastian and the sheriff are gay, and so are a few other people in town. I hope that’s not a problem.”
            “Of course not,” Keith said, with a dismissive tone. He’d been worried about this for weeks. He hadn’t decided about whether or not he would tell people in Glendora Hill he was gay. With this disclosure about his landlord and the sheriff, he decided to tell the truth, but in a more subtle way. “I was dating a guy myself for about a year, but he met someone else. You know how it is.” Judd looked straight, but at least he was gay friendly.
            Judd rubbed his jaw and looked Keith up and down. “Well, pardon me for saying this, but that’s his loss, because I haven’t seen anything as cute as you in cowboy boots since I left the last ranch where I worked.” Evidently, Judd had his own not so subtle ways to let people know he was gay.
            Keith had never taken compliments or sexual innuendos well. He felt his face getting warm and he glanced down at his boots. “Well, thank you, Judd. But don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t all that serious about him. We’re still good friends and I like his new partner. We both always knew the relationship wouldn’t go anywhere.”
Read more here….

As if Judd had been reading his mind, he laughed and said, “I know how that is, buddy. I’m seeing someone named Luanne. I’m bisexual and we’re keeping it casual, if you know what I mean. I’m not ready to settle down with anyone. Although, sometimes I have a feeling Luanne would like more.”

Keith remembered the woman in the hospital in Chicago. “Does Luanne own a dress shop in Glendora Hill?”
“That’s her,” Judd said.

“She’s the one who told me about this apartment,” Keith said. “I met her in Chicago.”

“That was you?” Judd asked. “She mentioned something about that, but I wasn’t paying attention.” He laughed again. “I don’t pay too much attention to anything Luanne says.” He leaned forward and winked. “She talks a lot.”

Keith nodded. He was beginning to feel sorry for Luanne. At first, she’d reminded him of a female impersonator when he’d met her in the hospital, with too much make up, big teased blond hair, and long red fake fingernails. “That was me. Luanne seemed like a nice person to me.”

Judd raised both hands and said, “Don’t get me wrong. She’s great. I just had Thanksgiving with her. But she’s been sneaking around with the two women who own the General Store in town, Harby and Alice, and she doesn’t know I know about it. I don’t really mind either. I don’t let her know I know about it. And I make it clear to her all the time that our relationship is only casual and that we can both date other people if we want to.”

“I see,” Keith said. But he really didn’t get it, and he was too tired to care. “It was nice meeting you, Judd. I think I’m going to get the keys and go up and check out my apartment now.” In order to prove his point, he yawned.

Judd turned and walked to the end of the porch. He picked up Keith’s suitcases and said, “I’ll carry your bags up for you. It’s on my way.”

While Judd watched him bend over to get the keys from beneath the poinsettia, it made him feel self-conscious. He felt even more awkward when Judd made him go upstairs first. He had a feeling Judd was staring at his ass the entire time and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. And when Keith opened the door to his new apartment and turned on the light switch to his right, his entire body went dead still as Judd set the suitcases down and reached for the back of his pants right below the small of his back.

“What are you doing, Judd?” Keith asked, remaining still, as Judd continued to grope him.

Judd’s voice went down an octave. “If you want me to stop I will.”

“You’re not very shy,” Keith said.

“You don’t seem to mind that,” Judd said.

Keith couldn’t deny the growing erection that was making his jeans tighter each time Judd squeezed him. But this move by Judd was so sudden Keith wasn’t sure it was the right thing to do. In the same respect, it wasn’t the first time a strange aggressive man had done something like this to him, and he’d learned to accept that part of gay culture years ago. And, he hadn’t been with a man since he’d busted up with his ex-boyfriend. “I don’t usually do things like this with strangers.”

“We’re not going to be strangers for long,” Judd said, reaching for Keith with his other hand. “I’m hoping we’re going to be good friends and neighbors.”

“Maybe we should get to know each other better first, Judd. We don’t even know if we like each other yet.”

“Oh, I like you,” Judd said.

“I’m talking about emotionally liking each other,” Keith said.

Judd didn’t seem to get that. He took another step forward and he pressed the front of his body to the back of Keith’s. Then he put his arms around Keith, hovered over him, and said, “That’s exactly what I’m trying to do right now: get to know you better emotionally.” He inhaled and said, “You smell so good, emotionally.”

Keith smiled at sarcastic sense of humor. He could feel Judd’s big round bulge pressing into his buttocks and it made his heart beat faster. Keith stood almost five feet nine inches tall in bare feet, but this big cowboy seemed to overpower him. Even the sound of his voice made Keith’s knees weak. “What about your girlfriend, Luanne? What would happen if she saw you doing this?”

“I already told you I’m not committed to anyone,” Judd said, lowering his head so he could nibble on Keith’s earlobe.

“I’m still not sure this is a good idea,” Keith said, and then he broke free from Judd’s hold and moved to the other side of what looked to be the living room. He’d rented the place furnished and hadn’t even asked to see photos. He took a quick glance and noticed all the antiques, including an Empire sofa with gold damask fabric. But it didn’t remind him of grandma’s house, with lace doilies, grandma’s dining room set, and Gone with the Wind lamps. These were important antiques, the kind he often saw in auction catalogues. And the warm hardwood floors against the stark white walls made it appear more modern. The ceilings were high and the windows had Roman Shades that were so perfect and evenly set at the same height he wondered if the landlord had drawn small pencil marks on the woodwork to get them that way.

Judd followed Keith to the other side of the room and grabbed him by the waist. He pulled Keith closer and said, “I’m not sure it’s a good idea either. You might be the possessive stalker type, man. For all I know you’ll want to marry me in the morning.”

That comment was so capricious and honest, it made Keith laugh. He lifted his palms to Judd’s shoulders and said, “For all you know I am the possessive type. You might be making a big mistake right now.”

“I’m willing to take that chance,” Judd said. He pulled Keith closer and his hands went down Keith’s back and rested on his bottom. “To be honest, I’m not usually this aggressive.”

Keith laughed again and stroked the back of his neck. “You’re lying. You’re probably worse than this.”

“Okay, maybe a little. I’m not shy about getting what I want. Is there a law against that?”

Men like Judd had always been attracted to Keith, for reasons he’d never been able to understand. Keith often wished men like him were more attracted to him, but things never seemed to work out that way. Keith had always been the academic type who spent his spare time reading journals and classic novels when he wasn’t riding horses. He had naturally fair hair and a deep olive skin tone that created an unusual contrast and made him stand out more in a crowd. Although he didn’t think his features, his body, or his appearance was anything that special, men like Judd seemed to flock to him as if they were on a mission and their lives depended on getting into his pants and getting him into bed. They were so aggressive at times they would actually pass him on the road while he was driving and honk their horns at him. But the gentler men that were more like Keith never seemed to notice him, and if they did they usually sent him jealous glances.

Keith lowered his hands so he could squeeze Judd’s biceps. He couldn’t actually see them or feel the flesh because Judd was wearing a black leather jacket. But when he felt those rock solid muscles bursting through the leather, he squeezed harder, bit Judd’s chin, and said, “I might be sorry for this, but what the hell. It’s Thanksgiving and I didn’t get any Turkey or pumpkin pie today.”

Judd took the back of Keith’s neck and said, “Then you’re in luck, because you’re going to get something even better than that right now.”

“And what would that be?” Keith couldn’t stop squeezing his biceps.
“Some good old J U double D, Judd.”

 

Chapter Two

            They kissed all the way from the living room to the bedroom, a bedroom with which Keith wasn’t at all familiar but Judd seemed to know quite well. Keith took backward steps and Judd guided him through the unfamiliar hallway of his new living space. Judd held his waist and kissed him so hard Keith had to grab Judd’s shoulders to keep from losing his balance. Judd guided him through the bedroom door, around an antique empire writing desk, sideways along a fainting couch, and right up to the foot of an old rosewood bed laced with Victorian carvings of grapes and Gibson girls. In keeping with the rest of the apartment, the warm hardwood floors and white walls kept the room looking brighter and more modern.

When the backs of Keith’s legs were up against the footboard of the bed, Keith stopped kissing for a moment and said, “You seem to know your way around this apartment well. I have a feeling you’ve been in this bedroom before.” He wanted to know if there was anything going on between Judd and his new landlord, Sebastian.

Judd kissed him again and pushed him backward. As Keith rested on top of the white matelassé coverlet and lifted his legs, Judd climbed on top of him and talked and kissed at the same time. “When Sebastian first moved to town we were close for a while. I don’t like to kiss and tell, but I will say this. Sebastian and his son, Kick, moved here from Houston right after Sebastian’s husband was killed in an accident and he had no money. He inherited this building from a distant uncle, and decided to put down roots in Glendora Hill. When I rented the fourth floor, this place was a huge mess. I was new in town, too, and I needed a cheap place to live and Sebastian needed tenants. Sebastian was alone, we both needed a little company at the time, and we had a short thing going on for a while. You’re going to love him. He’s the sweetest guy on earth, and so hot.”

Keith had a slight competitive streak. If anything, Keith was starting to get sick of hearing about Sebastian. But with Judd on top of him, and with Judd’s hands exploring his entire body, Keith found it difficult to concentrate or speak. He took a quick breath and said, “I thought Sebastian was married to the sheriff.”

“He is married to the sheriff now,” Judd said, reaching down to unbuckle his own belt. “But he wasn’t married to anyone when he first moved here. We were both free and single back then. And when he started up with the sheriff, it all ended between us and we’ve been good friends ever since. I’d do anything for that guy.”

As Judd opened his jeans and pulled out his erection, Keith removed his right hand from Judd’s shoulder and lowered it to Judd’s crotch. For a second or two, he groped around so he could hold Judd in his palm. And when Keith finally found him, fully erect and warm to the touch, and he discovered he couldn’t even wrap his fingers around it he started to stroke in a gentle way that made Judd kiss him even harder. As he stroked, from tip to stem, and he realized Judd’s length was as intimidating as his girth, he didn’t have to wonder why his new landlord, perfect Sebastian, had been with Judd when he’d first moved to Glendora Hill.

And even better, there was nothing rushed about Judd. They continued to make out while Sebastian held Judd in his palm and stroked with an uneven rhythm. They rolled around a few times, found different positions, and in the end Judd always wound up on top and his dick always wound up in Keith’s hand. Although Keith still hadn’t taken a good look at Judd’s dick, it felt so good he didn’t want to release it for more than a second.

The most unusual thing for Keith about this new encounter was the way their roles seemed to shift back and forth. During the entire time they kissed and felt each other up, Judd remained the physical aggressor and Keith remained the verbal aggressor. Though Judd acted upon pure instinct with each move he made, Keith found that if he calculated each move he made and he gave Judd orders, Judd would follow them without any hesitation at all. Keith had been with some of the most aggressive men in Chicago. He’d submitted to them willingly and their individual roles had always been defined without speaking. But with Judd is wasn’t the exactly same, and Keith soon realized he’d never actually met a man who could remain on top at all times and still submit to anything Keith wanted.

At one point Keith said, “I don’t want to ruin the bed cover. Take off those dirty old cowboy boots and the rest of your clothes.” Then he smacked Judd’s shoulder and pushed him backward in a playful but firm way.

Judd jumped off the bed, kicked off his dirty boots, and yanked off all his clothes so fast Keith barely had time to see his erection. But what Keith did see made him inhale and hold his palm to his chest. He could have hung one of his landlord’s glittery pine cone holiday wreaths on it and still had room to spare for a silver bell or two.

When Judd returned to the bed, Keith reached for his thighs and pulled him forward until Judd’s knees were even with Keith’s shoulders. Keith reached up with both hands and grabbed him again. He licked his lips and looked into Judd’s dark eyes at the same time. When Keith opened his mouth and nodded, Judd leaned forward until the tip of his dick slipped into Keith’s mouth. A moment after that, Judd leaned all the way over, braced his hands against the bed, and adjusted his position so that his crotch would be even with Keith’s mouth.

Keith tried to take him all the way into his mouth, but he soon discovered it was futile to even try. Keith’s lips wouldn’t stretch that far; he could only take so much without choking to death. At one point he wanted the entire dick in his mouth so desperately he almost spread his lips apart with his fingers to see if that would help. But then he reconsidered that move, realizing it might be too vulgar for a first encounter, especially with someone he would see all the time. So he wound up finding a comfortable position that seemed to please Judd, and one that wouldn’t make him gag too much. He took the bottom half of Judd’s dick with his right hand, and started sucking the top half so that his fist would provide a barrier between Judd’s pubic hair and his lips. If he hadn’t done that, and Judd had started fucking his face, Keith would have started gagging and it would have been impossible to suck him off at all.

But Keith had never been one to back off from a challenge, especially when it came to a man. He wound up jacking and sucking Judd at the same time. At certain points, he would remove Judd from his mouth and reach for his balls. They were a little larger than most men’s and it took a while at first for Judd to shove them both into his mouth at the same time. But each move he made, no matter how difficult at first, turned out to be worth his efforts. Judd had a strong masculine scent Keith continued to inhale, and his sack tasted just as strong. The smell was an odd combination of damp towels and cinnamon coffee, but the taste was impossible to compare to anything else without laughing aloud.