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Submissive Candy by Zane Menzy

Good morning, MM book lovers! Today I’ve got Submissive Candy by Zane Menzy — check it out!


Blurb:

Everything blew up in Levi Candy’s face when he set out to seduce his best friend Josh Stephenson. Instead of having his dubious way with the sexy straight boy, and making him the unwitting star of the next Candy Boy blog entry, Josh’s father thwarted Levi’s plan and taught him a humiliating lesson.

In exchange for Josh’s father’s silence, Levi is forced to write a story about the night his body was disciplined by the dominant man in ways he will never be able to forget or undo. If he doesn’t want people finding out about his scandalous online alter ego then Levi best damn well do it. But there’s just one problem… no one tells Levi Candy what to do and gets away with it.

Two stubborn men, both dominant by nature, are on a collision course with cruel carnality where there can only be one winner and hearts will never beat the same again.

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Excerpt:

Dwight tugged nervously on his earlobe as he watched the boy head towards the smokers area out the back of the tavern. He’d never been cruised so blatantly before that he was unsure of what to do. Certainly never in his local tavern. His head knew that if he were to follow the boy then he would put himself in danger of doing something stupid and reckless but his hardening cock begged him to stand up and chase after the young man regardless of the consequences. In the end—like always—his cock was what he listened to.

“I’m just nipping out for a fag,” Dwight said, standing up. If he wasn’t so nervous about Shifty asking to join him he would have laughed at how honest his statement was. He needn’t have worried. His older pal was far too engrossed in the rugby to give a toss about joining him for a cigarette.

With a sure stride, Dwight headed to the outdoor smoking area, hunting the blond lad down like a dog chasing a frisbee. As soon as he stepped outside, Dwight was taken aback by how dark the courtyard was. It looked to be deserted and no sign of the blond boy. He scanned the empty chairs that were placed around dimly lit braziers but could not see him anywhere.

Maybe he didn’t go this way.

Just as he turned on his heels, about to head back inside, he heard a low cough come from the far corner of the courtyard. He spun back around and that was when he saw him stood against a vine-covered brick wall. A smile formed on Dwight’s lips and he made his way over to the flirty boy.

“Howzit,” Dwight said, his voice pitched low with gravel.

“Hey.” The boy stood there completely relaxed, oozing a sexual confidence rarely found in young guys.

Dwight jammed his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his feet, not entirely sure how to progress things. He liked to be the alpha who had the power but he was outside of his comfort zone and unsure how to make the next move.

“So, uh, hows ya night been?” Dwight asked, his voice warbling slightly.

“Good.”

On closer inspection this lad was younger than he originally thought, more likely in his late teens than early twenties. “How old are you?” Dwight asked in a stern tone.

“Old enough,” came the reply, steadfast and sure.

“Old enough for what?”

“Whatever it is you had in mind.”

“Is that so.”

The boy didn’t respond; instead, he bit down on his bottom lip, extending his hand out and placing it on Dwight’s crotch, grabbing him firmly.

Dwight coughed out a quiet gasp. The boy had his balls in his hands, seizing control of the interaction. This was not how Dwight wanted things to go.

The boy kept hold, gripping Dwight tightly in his hand, staring into his dark eyes which were torn between pleasure and fright. His cock twitched and grew firm between the boy’s furled fingers.

The boy breathed heavily, releasing his grip on Dwight’s dick and asked, “How old are you?”

“How old do you think I am?”

He looked Dwight up and down, scanning his face. “I reckon you’re about Twenty-eight or twenty-nine?”

Dwight’s ego began to swell just like his cock, scaring off his jitters and injecting him with enough confidence to wrestle back control of the moment. “Close enough.”

“Was I right?”

“You’ll have to count the rings around my cock to find out, won’t ya?”

The boy sniggered. “Is that before or after you count mine.”

“I won’t be counting yours, sunshine.”

“And why not?”

“Cos I ain’t a cock-slobbering homo.”

“You might change your mind when you see it.” He grabbed Dwight’s wrist roughly and pressed Dwight’s hand to the hard ridge behind his zipper. “What do you think?”

Dwight kept his hand pressed against the boy’s rock-hard dick, adding a small amount of friction, wishing like hell those jeans weren’t in the way. He could tell the boy wasn’t huge but he would be a good mouthful. Not that he had any intention of wrapping his lips around it.

Dwight Stephenson sucked no man’s cock.

“Unzip me. I know you want it,” the boy said, all breathy-like. “My dick.”

“I might like to have a play with it,” Dwight admitted. “But not out here.”

“Fair enough.” The boy looked around the courtyard, his eyes seeking secret spots. “But where then?”

“The women’s toilets.”

“The women’s toilets,” the boy echoed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“There’s only one bitch here tonight—aside from you of course—so we shouldn’t get interrupted.”

“Oi. I’m not a bitch, bro.”

“You are whatever I want you to be.” Dwight stared back with unflinching dominance.

The boy’s face began to crinkle with doubt. He appeared to be in a war with his inner pride and self-respect, trying to decide if he should just walk away. He finally gave a begrudging nod of the head, agreeing to the submissive role he was being assigned.

Dwight suppressed a smile and instructed, “Now, I want you to go back inside, lock yourself in one of the ladies cubicles, strip naked, and bend over the toilet and wait for me to come fuck you.”

Hesitation stifled the air.

“Would it be alright if we just jacked off together? I’m not much of a bottom,” the boy said.

“If you want to hook up with me then you gonna be a bottom, son.”

The boy scratched at his neck. “Oh, man. I am keen but…”

“But what?”

“But I don’t have a condom or any lube with me.”

“Just as well for you I have a rubber in my wallet.”

“And lube?”

“Your mouth will be our lube.” Dwight gave the boy a salacious wink.

This didn’t help remove the stress etched on the boy’s face. He looked like he may just walk away.

Dwight was too damn close to miss out now, so he resorted to desperate measures. He looked behind him to make sure no one was coming then reached down and pushed his jeans off his hips, freeing his cock. “You think you can handle that?” He wasn’t fully-erect but he was hard enough for the boy to appreciate his imminent size.

The boy’s eyes glowed with horny intrigue. “Whoa, that’s a beautiful cock you got there.”

“I know.”

The boy reached over and gripped it, squeezing his warm digits around Dwight’s shaft, exploring his length. “Fuck that’s nice.”

“Okay. That’s enough.” He pushed the boy’s hand away and put his dick back in his pants.

“Is it nice enough for you to do what I want?”

“What do I get out of it?”

“The honour of being fucked by me.” Dwight was serious. “And if you’re lucky I might let you give me your phone number.”

“You’re a cocky one. Anybody ever tell you that?”

“Maybe… but it’s hard to tell what they’re saying ‘cos they’re usually choking on my dick.”

The boy laughed.

“So, are we doing this or what?” Dwight stared at him blankly.

“Yeah, why the hell not.”

“That’s the spirit, blondie.”

“My name ain’t blondie. It’s—”

Dwight put a finger to the boy’s lips, hushing him. “I don’t need your name, son. Just your arse. Now go to the toilets and wait for me.”

“How long will you be?”

“As long as I fucking want.”

“You’re a bit of an arsehole, bro.” The boy chuckled. “But it’s kinda hot.”

Of course it is.

Dwight suddenly stepped back, his eyes raking over the boy’s chest, lower, then back to his lips that would soon be sucking dick. “Hurry the fuck up and get in there. And when I say I expect you naked, I do mean naked. None of this leaving your t-shirt and socks on bullshit.”

“Yes, Sir.” The boy grinned, giving a mock salute before disappearing inside.

Dwight pressed down on his cock which throbbed impatiently as he watched the boy walk away. The blond lad may not have been Levi-Candy-gorgeous but he would do.

When he was done with taking his sweet time puffing his way through a cigarette, Dwight made his way inside where he slipped discreetly into the ladies toilets and had his way with the piece of teen meat, wrecking the boy’s arsehole with a ruthless fuck.

Yep. I’m the man.

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About Zane Menzy:

Zane lives along the wild west coast of New Zealand in an old seaside cottage with his gaming-obsessed flatmate. He is a fan of ghost stories, road trips, dark-haired men, and nights out that usually lead to his head hanging in a bucket the next morning.

He enjoys creating characters who have flaws, crazy thoughts, and a tendency to make bad decisions. His stories are emotionally-charged and don’t shy away from some of love and life’s darker themes.

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Encounters of Passion by Aaron Blackwood

Greetings book lovers! Today, Aaron Blackwood is back with another book! (Check out his other book, Phat Boi, by clicking here!)

Don’t miss Encounters of Passion!


Blurb:

This bundle of 4 urban erotica short stories tells of the hookups of gay black men out cruising; looking for sex, romance and passion in all the wrong places sometimes with disastrous results.

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A young brother meets a handsome chiseled thug at a local bathhouse. The attraction between them is immediate and intense, but they are not able to hookup just yet. Hot, horny, and bursting with desire, they desperately search for a way to make it happen.

Taken

At a summer music festival a 40-something year old man meets 29 year old Kavon, who is young, dark and hung. The man invites Kavon back to his home, but as the night winds down he notices some unsettling habits from his new friend. Before the night is over the man gets more than he bargained for.

The Trip Across Town

A community college school student travels fifty miles across town in the middle of the night to meet an established lawyer with a weakness for younger men. They have nothing in common but the obvious. Mark, the lawyer is sensitive yet full of contradictions. He thinks he has the young student under his control, but finds out otherwise.

Just Another Liar

Late at night, in a deserted movie theater parking lot, a young guy named Rod is approached by Sam; a hot and horny thirty-something cruising the lot looking for a good time. Through cautious conversation Sam determines that Rod is not a cop, but makes the foolish mistake of going to Rod’s house.

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Excerpt:

T-mac, was a brother I met at the bathhouse, Flexx, Labor Day weekend of 2003 in Atlanta. That night I was hanging out by myself, once again, due to poor planning on my part. I was alone, but not of my own choosing. All of my few friends were occupied that night. So, I ended up here.

The place was crowded with men from out of town. I did my rounds of the dimly lit rooms; going downstairs to tour the sauna, and steam room –lingering for a moment to check out the naked bodies in the showers. After multiple trips around the club, I became bored and tired and wished I had not come. There was little that appealed to me, and the white boys outnumbered the brothers and as usual ignored us. I knew it would take a lot to convince me to stay at this point.

I headed for the coffee machine. Ahead of me stood a tightly muscled brother with a black du-rag on his head. I liked how he looked from the back, now I wanted to see the front. I reached around him to get a cup, intentionally brushing his arm. He quickly turned around to see who had touched him. I looked into eyes that belonged in the bedroom. They were brown and reeked of raw street sexuality. Instantly I knew he was the one.

“Sorry man.” I said.

“It’s all good man.” He said in a southern drawl.

I quickly checked out my prize; all five feet seven inches of swarthy loveliness. His thick eyebrows embedded on a face that was darker than the rest of him. He had the kind of body I loved; Slim, dark, extremely cut with a tiny waist of about 28 inches, a six-pac and no visible body fat. He had the shape of a long distance runner. He was masculine, compared to many of the men in here tonight –most of whom were overweight, feminine, and loudly social. He turned around stirring his coffee while he checked me out. I returned his leer of interest.

“What’s your name man?” I asked.

“T-mac.” He responded simply.

“Does that mean anything?”

“It does but that’s a long story. My mama calls me Chris.”

“I like T-mac.”

“I like the way you say that dawg.”

“Oh! And what way is that?”

“Like we in the middle of sex.”

I wasn’t ready for that comment. But it let me know he was feeling me, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before we did something about it. Standing by the microwave we exchanged small talk, most of which was complementary, yet at the same time we tried to figure each other out. I know that he kept my attention, because he turned me on and I liked the way he kept licking his lips making my dick swell.

I commented on his lip action, which made him self-conscious, as he struggled to control it for a moment, but occasionally glancing south of my chest to see if he had succeeded. We stood there for a long time talking and flirting, competing to see who held the others gaze the longest, apparently the severity of mine was so intense he looked away for a moment as if embarrassed.

A very muscular brother with thick thighs and a handsome face walked up and stood behind him eyeing me suspiciously. T-mac turned and introduced his younger brother Michael, who was adorable. He was Polite and friendly in that southern kind of way. A little coy maybe, or so it seemed. They looked nothing alike, they were complete opposites, maybe they were half brothers?

Michael reminded his brother that their time in the club was almost up. T-mac, still focused on me, gave him the keys to their locker and told him to take money out of his wallet and pay for another six hours. Michael took the keys without protest and headed for the front desk.

Alone again, I looked down at his petite frame, aware that I was not his only admirer. Many other brothers –mostly sissies – would pass and linger with lustful looks in their eyes. One in particular would not go away. A sharp look from me dismissed him. He retreated sucking his teeth, rolling his eyes in a dramatic fashion and throwing an extra switch – for effect, his plumb behind disappearing behind a row of lockers.

My impatience was getting the better of me. All this flirting made me mad horny. I wanted to fuck! Earlier, in my rounds, I noticed an empty room that was under construction. It had been purposely left open with three chairs in it. It was a room that you did not have to pay for, providing some privacy for the locker renters. I suggested to him that we go there.

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About Aaron Blackwood:

Paris face pix2I am a passionate writer of gay short stories that touch on real social issues and inner conflict that confront gay black man. While sex is an important part of the content, its use to titillate is not abused but based on character choices and the consequences of that.

My aim is to engage the reader; entertain, arouse, move and think. I hope that my stories stimulate and leave an aftertaste for more.

My stories touch on a variety of topics that include: love, dating, sex, health, homophobia, aging, depression, religion, politics and much more.

I live in Atlanta GA and have lived in London, New York and the Caribbean. When I’m not writing or working (still have a day job…yawn), I work out, and haunt coffee shops till they throw me out. I am a night owl and write best at night when it’s quiet and the spirits are out (I’m kidding). I love to laugh and appreciate anything that’s creative.

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Daddy Bear by BJ Smyth

Happy Friday, smutty book lovers! Today I have BJ Smyth here with a sexy new book — I’ve read this one, trust me, it’s HOT!


Daddy Bear

It all starts with attraction.

Carter is Twenty-Two, insecure and desperate for a boyfriend. He also has a secret desire for older bear type guys.

Frank is Forty-Five, just out of a relationship. He has recently moved to the area escaping his old life and looking for a new start.

After a brief encounter at the local swimming pool, Carter can’t get Frank’s hot body out of his head. Can he make his Daddy Bear dreams reality?

But is Carter really what Frank needs in his life?

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Excerpt

I hear him drop his bag onto the bench as I resist the temptation to turn and face him. My body tingles with excitement knowing he is in the room with me and is about to get undressed. I can feel my cock stiffening as I imagine what he looks like naked. Trying to distract myself, I take my things out of the locker and place them on the bench.

Picking up my towel I sit down on the bench so I’m facing him and pretend to dry my feet, keeping my stiffening cock covered by the towel. He has his back to me as he removes his shirt. I take a deep breath as I watch him, his skin has a slight tan and his back is smooth, the muscles in his shoulders and arms look hard and tight. He has a large, black tribal tattoo running down the right side of his body. I take another sharp breath as he drops his trousers, bending over to remove them from his feet, he is wearing tight, white briefs, stretching across his arse, snugging his balls tight to his body. My cock stiffens more and I can feel pre-cum leaking from the tip as he stands and folds his trousers to place them in the locker. His legs have dark hair over defined muscles and I can now see a small patch of hair in the centre of his lower back just above the waistband of his briefs.

I’m staring in awe of his fucking hot body, built like a fit rugby player. He suddenly turns and sits down on the bench to remove his socks. We are now facing each other and I continue to pretend that I’m drying my feet, feeling my face flush at the thought he may have caught me staring at him.

“It’s quiet here in the morning,” he says, his deep, gruff voice sending shivers down my spine.

“Yeah, I’m usually the only guy around and there’s two women here regularly,” I reply, trying to keep the excitement showing in my voice.

As he stands, he slides his briefs off, balancing on one foot to remove them. My eyes scan his body, his pecs toned, covered in thick, dark hair, which runs down the centre of his chest, over his taut abs, meeting a thick patch of pubic hair nestled around his seven-inch uncut cock. His large, hairy balls hang between his thighs. I know I’m staring at his sexy hot body, but I can’t seem to look away.

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About the Author

alogoB.J. enjoys writing MM Erotic Fantasy to tease and entertain his readers. Having experienced many of the situations in real life he brings these into his books. Preferring to have mature characters in the stories, escaping the cliché of college boy romance.

I Hope you read and enjoy my MM Erotic books as much as I enjoy writing them.

If you already enjoy MM books or are just curious about MM love. Why not have a browse of the books, you may surprise yourself.

Follow the rainbow to your dreams.

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Rent by Luke Jameson

Happy Friday, book lovers!

Today, I’m thrilled to share this hot new release for you from my Twitter-buddy, Luke Jameson!

Read on for the cover and blurb — and then click on a buy link to get your copy!


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Rent’s due, and Joe’s bank balance hovers perilously close to zero.

Desperate for cash, Joe hustles until he finds not just one man to satisfy, but a room full of hungry, powerful men in our nation’s capital. These men make laws that govern us all, and hide their true desires from everyone – except Joe.

Determined to extract every dollar he can from the corrupt elite, he dances his way into their fantasies, putting on a show that leaves them begging for release.

Joe and a fellow dancer put on a sizzling performance no one in the voyeuristic audience will ever forget. One night on stage doing what we all do in private guarantees he’ll never have problems making rent again.

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Autumn Fire is back on the e-bookshelf!

My first novel, Autumn Fire, is getting a snazzy new re-release today over at Deep Desires Press! (For those new to the party, Deep Desires Press is my publishing company for erotica and erotic romance.)

Most authors have that first novel that they really wish hadn’t seen the light of day. Not me. I love my first novel.

When I sat down to revise it (and it needed an overhaul), I fell in love with the characters and the story all over again.

Come along for the ride — I know you’ll love it!

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That’s So Gay: Super Bundle by Keith Anslyn

Looking for some hot gay erotica? Keith Anslyn’s got you covered!

And it’s on a Kindle Countdown deal right now!

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This super bundle of erotic straight to gay fiction includes 10 stories that will be sure to keep the reader happy. Featuring first times, homoerotic experimentation, medical, military, bdsm, top/bottom fetishes, and more. This 25,000 word collection includes the following stories:

  • The Doctor
  • The King
  • The Queen
  • The Assassin
  • The Model
  • Practicing With My Roommate
  • Top to Bottom Service
  • A Shave and a Haircut
  • The Soldier’s Love
  • Seduced…by Another Man

(Looking for a description of what each story is about? You can find that here on the Amazon page!)

About Keith Anslyn

SbxVRAiF_400x400Keith Anslyn is a part time lawyer and full time writer of erotic gay literature. He grew up in Colorado and now lives on the banks of the Haw river in North Carolina with a cat who fancies himself an otter. He enjoys reading, writing, kayaking, and men and women who don’t give hoot about labeling their sexuality.

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Interview with Spencer Barnes, author of Drink, Dance, HUMP!

 

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Greetings book lovers! Today I’m thrilled to have Spencer Barnes with me, author of Drink, Dance, HUMP!

I read this book and knew I had to have him here on the blog for a chat — read on for our interview and then don’t miss the blurb and buy links at the bottom! This book is a sexy and fun-filled read!

Let’s start with a basic question — tell us about Drink, Dance, HUMP.

Drink, Dance, HUMP is a coming out story that paints the gay party scene and all aspects of our crazy gay lives.  Where a conservative gay boy, who had never met a gay before, slowly goes through the coming out process, then ramps up to the full roller coaster ride of meeting boys, making friends, and partying like no frat boy or private school kid could even imagine.  From waking up under a pile of men, having hot tub orgies and getting bjs behind a dumpster kinda ride. It’s like 50 shades of GAY meets Chelsea Handler’s Are you there Vodka, it’s me Chelsea with a touch of Eat Pray Love.

That sounds like a pretty accurate description! Now, this book is memoir, right? Are all the stories true?

It is amazing I’m still alive.  Yes, it’s all true.

This book is FULL of sex… but what do you consider your wildest sexual adventure?

I’ve had so many!  The wildest was probably having an orgy with 5 Greek guys in Athens that I met at a bar with my friend Pete.  It’s in there so you have to read through to find it.  My friend Pete walks into the hotel room at 5am and kicks them all out but I had already humped them all at that point.

Wow… Five guys?

*Clears throat*

Um… even though I write erotica, I’m actually quite shy in real life. If you could give me one tip to pick up guys, what would it be?

You need to be in tune with gay energy.  Watch where boys look, how they position their feet towards you or away, and how long they will hold a glaze.  Gay guys like to chase so you have to let them chase you and then right at the perfect moment on the dance floor or in a bathroom stall you go make your move when you know they are into you.  All of their work in chasing will have paid off but you were actually luring him in like a sailor to the singing Sirens of greek mythology!  To the victor goes the bubble bum.

*Takes notes*

Back to the book — what are you hoping readers will get out of Drink, Dance, HUMP? What’s the message you want them to walk away with?

My story is a universal story of learning what makes you happy.  Only when you let go of social prejudice and what other people think can you truly be you.  Only when you let yourself be young, lustful, and self-indulgent will you every truly self actualize and find yourself.  Gay hedonism is something to run to when you are blessed by being gay than to run from.  I’m extremely grateful that I grew up in a family and city that allows me to be who I am and even allows me prosper.   I’m a lucky kid.

That sounds great! Thank you so much for coming by the blog today, Spencer!

Readers, keep scrolling for the cover, blurb, and buy links! You’ll love this book — I know it!

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Spencer’s life is perfect…almost. He’s got a spiffy job and a tip-top wardrobe, a solid group of friends and a packed social calendar. But Spencer’s got a secret: he’s gay. When he finally spills it to his friends & family, a whole new life floods in hard and fast. There are clubs to hit, men to do, and fun to be had.

Drink, Dance, HUMP! is the story of one young man’s journey of self-discovery from being a closeted, suburban kid to a man on the gay party scene in Toronto and around the globe. Spencer dives deep into the raunchy, turbulent world of disco balls and strobe lights, stiff drinks, drugs, and hook-ups with a hot guy or four. Hearts get broken, demons are confronted and Spencer grows up, trying to figure out exactly where he fits in the hedonistic rush of it all.

Step into the adventure of one gay boy as he drinks, dances, humps, and discovers that his hedonistic ways aren’t just something to embrace, but the very road to self-knowledge and self-acclamation.

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About Spencer Barnes

“In every man there is an eye of the soul which is more precious than ten thousand bodily eyes.”   Plato

This is Spencer’s first memoir / erotica book.  He currently lives in NYC and is still finding and refinding himself by drinking, dancing and HUMPING his way through life.  He believes Plato was super gay firstly because he looked like a Williamsburg gay with that beard and secondly because he knew that it is pointless to pursue anything else when you don’t allow yourself to “know thyself”.

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