Sean Michael's Blog, page 51

My God It's Monday

Have had relatives here for the long weekend -- looking forward to things going back to "normal" tomorrow.

Is it really the last third of May? I'm not sure where this month has gone, let alone this year -- June puts us halfway through!

I guess I'd better get working on my May newsletter...

I'm pretty tired tonight, so that's going to be it for the Monday post this week. Hopefully I'll get back into the swing of things and get more posts out this week than I have been the last couple.

Hop for Homophobia contest winner

Congrats to Michele, who won a print copy of Don't Ask, Don't Tell.

And thank you to everyone who came by, who visited any of the participating blogs.

If you haven't had a chance to yet, you can still go here to get the list of participating authors and links to their blogs.

Hop Against Homophobia

I'm one of many taking part in the Hop Against Homophobia.

I'd like to make this a positive post, so I want to talk about how glad I am that in the country I live in same sex marriage is legal. I live in a city where two woman can hold hands as they walk through the Tulip Festival, and it isn't a big deal. Where a man can fly home and kiss the man in the airport who's been waiting for him to arrive, and it isn't a big deal. My wish is for same sex partners to be unremarkable in all countries of the world -- where an international day against homophobia simply isn't necessary. The sex of who we love should not matter to anyone, it should not make a difference to anyone.

We can spend our energy on hate, or we can spend our energy on love. I have the best job in the world where I get to write about love every single day.

The prize I'm offering as a part of the hop against homophobia is a print copy of Don't Ask, Don't Tell, chronologically the first Jarheads book. To enter, send me an email at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (no spaces) with 'No to Homophobia' in the subject line by May 20th and I'll randomly choose a winner on May 21.

And in the same vein, three of the Jarheads stories that I've written with proceeds going to charity are now available as free reads: Ding Dong Bell, Mentor, and Homecoming.

Check the hop site out to get links to all the other participating authors.

Two on Tuesday

Thing 1
Talking werewolves on the Rainbow Studio blog.

Thing 2
Seeing tulips at the Tulip Festival

My God It's Monday

Had a great week with batortuga , boy did it go fast.

Now it's time to get back to work.

I have a couple different werewolf stories going at the moment. Gotta love the howlers.

The Like it Or Not anthology was moved to a June release date. I'll update when I know when it's coming out. My story in that is Obedience Classes.

I have the Rainbow Studio blog tomorrow and have no idea what I'm going to do with it... hopefully something will come to mind!

Okay, it's a hot day here today -- like summer is really trying to push its way in -- and its just screaming for a beer, so I shall listen and have one.

contest winner

Congrats to Jennifer P., winner of a copy of Heaven Sent, a Hammer story (which is out on Wednesday!)

Friday's Fiction today

The rest of Friday and Saturday managed to get away from me, but here's Friday's Club Fantasy Chapter 16.


Brian could feel the sunlight on his back and knew it was well-past time to wake up. But he was cozy and warm in a nest of covers, feeling good in a way he hadn't in a very long time, a hot body snuggled up against him.

Wait.

He opened his eyes, blinking at the bright light pouring through strange windows.

Oh man. Fantasy suite. Chad. The sling.

It was still hanging there where they'd left it, looking extremely and obscenely kinky in broad daylight. Still. They'd had an amazing time last night. Amazing.

Chad shifted against him and he stroked the man's back until Chad settled in again, a soft almost snore sounding with each breath. His own body was making noises -- his stomach growling rudely. That was when he noticed the room service table by the door. Shit, the fantasy suite included breakfast? This deal just kept getting sweeter.

He slipped out of bed and went over to check out what kind of breakfast went with a fantasy. He lifted the silver dome off one of the dishes.

Dude.

Strawberry stuffed French toast with powdered sugar and whipped cream, a huge dollop of custard on the side. Not a bit of syrup in sight. Exactly how he liked it. If that custard was vanilla... he dipped his finger in and sucked the creamy stuff off. Oh, hell yes.

"Oh, hell. Do that again. That's hot."

"Huh? Oh!" Man, Chad looked sexy with his hair all over the place like that. Laughing, he dipped his finger into the custard again, making a real show of licking it off. "This is my most favorite breakfast ever." Working on a hunch he pushed the cart next to the bed and put his hand on the other silver dome. "What's yours?"

"Biscuits and gravy and sausage." The smell of spice and sausage filled the room.

"With or without eggs?" he asked, sure that whatever Chad answered, that's how the other breakfast would be. This place was taking fantasy suite to a whole new level.

"Scrambled hard."

He pulled off the lid. "Tada!" Sure enough, there was exactly what Chad had said was his favorite breakfast. "You want to eat in bed?" It would be shame to waste that sunbeam.

"You know it." Chad's hand slid over his hip, caressing him before grabbing a fork.

He got them all set up and sat close to Chad before digging into his stuffed French toast. "God, this is so good. How's yours?"

"Perfect." One hand rested on his belly, right above his cock. "Just perfect."

His cock thought so, too, starting to fill, trying to get Chad's attention. He did his best to ignore it as he wolfed down his breakfast. "How do you think they knew?"

"I haven't the foggiest. I don't know that I care, honey. I just had the best night of my whole life." That hand slid around his cock, nice and easy.

He groaned, his fork clattering to the plate. "I get it -- don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I had an amazing night, too, Chad." He groaned again as the man's thumb caught him just right. "I’d be happy if it didn't end when we left..."

"Oh, thank God. Honey, I got toys of my own at home, a nice big bed. We could play, you and me."

"I'd like that. I definitely want to see those toys of yours." He didn't think anything could rival the amazing wall of dildos this place boasted, but he imagined Chad's collection was less... daunting.

"Excellent. I... Well, you know I've been looking hard."

"Yeah. Yeah, I have, too." He groaned as Chad's fingers slid by that spot on his cock again, and pushed the plates toward the end of the bed so he could concentrate on what Chad was doing.

"Uh-huh." Chad rested one cheek on his chest, watching his cock push through the callused fingers.

"You're better to wake up to than that breakfast, man."

"Yeah. This is a fine fucking way to do it." A hot, quick tongue flicked out, brushed his nipple.

That went straight to his cock. He grabbed onto Chad's thigh, holding on for a moment before sliding his hand into the man's lap. Sure enough he found a woody there, and he wrapped his hand around it, returning the favor.

Unlike last night, this was easy, loving, relaxed. Just two guys touching and damn, he could get used to it. He tilted Chad's face up with his free hand and took himself a little kiss to match, his tongue playing lazily with Chad's.

"Mmm. Strawberries." Chad pushed closer, tongue dipping in again to taste him. Chad tasted good, too, more savory than sweet, but it was all good.

His hips started moving as his body got hotter, started demanding a faster pace. They bounced and rocked, getting a little sweaty as they moved from wanting to needing. He could feel his balls pulling up against his body, his orgasm coming soon. Moaning, he deepened the kiss. Chad opened up for him, their tongues pushing together, sliding together with a low moan.

His hips jerked, bucking up into Chad's hand as his come sprayed out.

"Damn. Damn, honey." Chad groaned, lifted his hand up, and licked it clean.

"Oh, man, if I hadn't just come..." As it was his cock gave a little jerk. The man was sexy, there was no two ways about it.

"Yeah. Yeah. I haven't. Please, honey. Touch me."

"Oh, right. Sorry. You made my brains mush." Chuckling, he squeezed the cock he was holding, started jacking Chad again.

"'S okay..." Chad's head fell back, throat working. "Oh. Just like that..."

He leaned in to latch onto the skin of Chad's neck, tasting salt and musk. Chad's ass moved, shifting, driving that hard cock into his fist, over and over. He sank his teeth into Chad's skin, wanting suddenly to leave a mark.

"Fuck!" Chad stilled, cock throbbing. "Again. Just one more time. Please."

He bit down again, tasting, marking, his hand squeezing tight. Heat poured out over his hand, a low grunt filling the air.

"Oh, smell you." He nuzzled the dark red mark on Chad's neck.

"Uh... Uh-huh. Wanna get a shower and go home? Play some more?"

"I'd like that. In fact I can't think of anything I'd rather do." He took another kiss, tongue sweeping through Chad's mouth.

"Mmm." The kiss lingered, the sun warming the room.

He cuddled in with Chad. Maybe the shower could wait.

***

Michael went behind the bar and made himself a mimosa. He drank half of it in one go before he started looking for something to eat. Bar nuts. Bar nuts. More bar nuts. He wanted to know who'd invented the things so he could sic Seth on them.

The elevator creaked and clanked and Michael stepped into the shadows to give the fantasy suite winners some privacy. They didn't even glance in his direction, they were so wrapped up in each other.

He breathed in the smell of them -- male and sexy and very, very happy. Nice. He chuckled as he noticed them holding each other's asses. Cute.

And he needed to find his horny little devil.

He slipped through the door marked private and made his way to the office, knocking and going in. Seth was humming, hair falling everywhere, desk covered in paperwork.

"If I hadn't seen the evidence leaving myself, I still would have known we had a fantasy suite winner last night just from the paperwork on your desk!" He sat on the corner of the desk, ass planted firmly on several folders.

"Yeah. It's insane, the amount of information the boss wants. They looked happy."

"They smelled happy, too." He waggled his eyebrows and leered at Seth.

"Perv." Seth's tongue flicked out, dark red and forked.

"That would be me." He leaned closer. "And if you're going to stick that thing out, make sure you use it."

That tongue waggled, wiggled. "After my paperwork."

"What if I don't want to wait?" Which, really, he didn't. He was not a waiting kind of guy, especially when it came to Seth.

"Then, I suppose, you'll have to tempt me, beloved." Oh, now. There was a challenge.

Excellent.

He let his wings unfurl and pounced.

Five for Friday

So I missed the Tuesday Two and I missed Three on Thursday, so here's Five for Friday.

The next chapter of Club Fantasy will be up later today. Club Fantasy originally ran on Torquere's Turn of the Screw and it is not available anywhere but here at the moment. Once I've posted all the parts here to the LJ, I will probably put it all together and offer it as a freebee on my webpage.


Sale on at Torquere -- 20% off using mayday2012 until midnight tonight.

The Misadventures of Danile and Zane is now out in ebook!

It is very sticky day today and I do not like -- it's not particularly warm, just very heavy and wet feeling. We're supposed to have thunderstorms this afternoon and I really hope they blow out the sticky weather.

Heaven Sent, a Hammer story is coming out next week. This is a Billy and Tanny short.

Impromptu LJ contest: win a copy of Heaven Sent! Send me an email at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (no spaces) with LJ Contest in the subject line before Sunday at noon and I'll pull a winner at random.

I Can't Believe It's Already Tuesday!

I should make that my default I missed Monday post title...

Did I mentione that my story about two cops who go undercover at Testing Leather, a BDSM club, and can't shake the cover once it's over was accepted by Resplendence? Well it was and it's tentatively scheduled for July 11.

My newsletter went out yesterday -- made it for April by the skin of my teeth! (and woah, who has skin on their teeth?) This month has coming soons, jarheads erase board moment, another chapter of One Kitty to Join Them, and a couple contests... you can find it here.

I've got new Hammer muses coming out of my ears and I think they just spawned a new sub series... (with a pun on the word sub!)

Meanwhile, I'm pretty sure I can hear a beer calling my name.

Fiction Friday

Club Fantasy, Chapter Fifteen

Brian stepped slowly out of the elevator, Chad's "Good Lord" echoing in his head. Good lord indeed.

Truth be told, he'd been eyeing Chad since the man had moved in next door a few months ago. They weren't often home at the same time, though, and always seemed to be waving hello and goodbye as their paths crossed.

He'd been thrilled when they'd bumped into each other earlier, both heading out for the evening, but neither with firm plans. He'd been pleased as punch when Chad had suggested they hang out together.

And now this. Bells, whistles, ten thousand dollars and a fantasy suite above the casino. Being with Chad sure had its perks.

This, though, wow.

The room was dark, rich and luscious. There was a huge bed, and against one wall was a modern looking bookcase full of dildos and plugs of every possible description and size.

Still, it was the sling that hung from the ceiling that kept drawing his eyes.

It was...

Well, it was obscene, but it was also fascinating and his prick, which should have been nice and happily sated, thanks to Chad and his amazing mouth, was pushing hard at his zipper again.

He licked his lips, let go of Chad to step forward and give the sling a push. It swung, the base of it about waist level, which gave him all sorts of wicked ideas.

"This is quite the fantasy," he murmured, turning to look at Chad.

Chad's cheeks were red hot and burning, cock hard as hell in those jeans. He could see Chad, spread up there, swinging, riding those fake cocks.

Riding him.

Oh, sweet hell.

His cock surged against his jeans and he dropped his hand, rubbing at the aching length. "We might as well go for it, as we're here." The roughness of his voice surprised him. It also gave away how turned on he was.

"Yeah? You're cool with it?" Chad headed toward the sling, walking bowlegged.

"Uh-huh. Yeah." Yeah, he sure as hell was. He touched Chad's ass, just a stroke across that bubble butt.

"Oh..." That pretty butt shifted, pushed right into his hands.

He turned the stroke into a grab, and Chad fit just perfectly. Squeezing, he spent a moment feeling Chad up before stepping close and rubbing his needy prick against that sweet ass. "You ever used one of those before?" It was always the quiet ones, wasn't it?

"No. No, never found anyone that was wanting." Like anyone wouldn't want that ass.

"You must have not been looking in the right places."

He turned Chad, hands going back to Chad's butt soon as he had, and took a kiss. Fuck, the man could kiss. Their mouths came together in a crash, teeth clacking together, the barest hint of blood from their lips in the kiss. It was like they wanted to devour each other, the sling moving gently beside them making them eager, hungry.

"Naked," he muttered between bruising kisses.

"Am not." Chad opened his shirt, pushed it down his shoulders.

"What?" And then the words made sense, and he laughed, a deep down amused belly laugh. "Well we can fix that." Chad had a head start on him, his own shirt on the ground now, but he worked the man's buttons, eager to see what Chad had on offer.

Jesus, look at that belly. Ripped and tight, covered with the barest fuzz under the tiny bellybutton. Yum. He'd done something right in another life to have this land first next door and now in his lap, more or less. Groaning, he reached for Chad's stomach, fingers stroking over the ridges. Chad grunted, hips bucking, reaching for his hands.

"Sexy stud." He undid that worn belt, the big buckle dragging it down, then popped the button on Chad's jeans, and rubbed the back of his knuckles along the hard prick hiding behind the denim.

"Mmm." It was like playing an instrument -- touch and listen.

"I can smell you -- I can't wait to see." He pulled the zipper down, groaning as Chad's prick pushed into view. Hard and thick, the head was dark, liquid pooling at the top. "Want."

"Hell, yeah. Just point me and shoot me, honey." He watched Chad's cock bob, bounce.

He chuckled at the expression, tugging Chad's jeans the rest of the way off. "Well, why don't you get in the sling and I'll go pick something to fill you with." Something fun and sexy and in keeping with the fantasy theme.

"I... How do you figure I do it?"

He looked over at the sling and then at Chad, and then back at the swing again. He started to laugh. "I haven't got a fucking clue."

They leaned together, laughing. It was surprisingly hot.

"You think they've provided an instruction sheet somewhere?" he asked, still chuckling, his fingers lingering on Chad's skin.

"Nah. I bet we'll figure it."

Chad held his hand, let him help the man get up and settled, wrists in the little loops, knees bound and spread.

"Oh, fuck, you should see yourself. You just... fuck." His cock was going to burst through his jeans any second now.

"I want... God, I feel so..." Chad shivered, toes curled up tight.

"Exposed? Hungry?" Brian licked his lips, eyes traveling over Chad's body.

"Yes. Bare. Needy. Wanting. Pick one."

"Speaking of picking one, I need to get one the dildos." Even thinking about using it on Chad in that sling, of fucking the man after... he groaned.

"That is the hottest fucking sound, man."

"Yeah? It's because of you."

He went to the wall, scanning the dildos a little wildly. There were so many -- how was he supposed to choose? "Give me one word, babe, to describe the perfect dildo."

Chad closed his eyes, cheeks going dark red. "Heavy."

"Oh, I do like the way you think." He reached out and picked up one life-like specimen, but it was made out of some lightweight latex -- something no doubt originally designed for outer space or something and didn't that bring up some odd visuals. He put it back and shook his head at himself.

The next one he picked up was a hard, clear latex, shot through with a rainbow of colors inside. It was the right general shape, thick, and, when he picked it up, quite heavy.

"Perfect." Now all he needed was some lube. He was dead sure it would have been provided and, sure enough, there it was on the little table by the bed. He snatched the tube and moved to stand between Chad's legs.

"I... Fuck, I want you, huh?"

Yeah. Yeah, he could see. "I know. Here, hold this while I stretch you." He put the dildo on Chad's stomach.

Those amazing muscles jerked and rolled, the dildo sliding. "Cold!"

"Yeah, but it'll pick up your body heat and won't be cold anymore when I'm ready to put it in you." He slicked up his fingers while he talked and then rubbed the tips of them against Chad's exposed hole. Oh, the skin there was soft, almost silky, the wrinkled entrance tight. He played there for awhile, watching as Chad shivered and jerked while he stroked, now softly, now with more force.

"Fuck. You're... you're something else, honey."

"I like that you think so." Enough to stop teasing and push one finger in, right up to his second knuckle.

Chad's ass rippled and fluttered around him, hot and fine. He couldn't wait to sink his cock into Chad's tight, hot hole.

Pushing a second finger in, he set the sling moving, "Oh, fuck." The motion of it pushed Chad onto his fingers over and over.

"Oh. Perfect. Perfect." Chad could control the sling a little, rocking back onto him, riding his touch.

"This is fucking sweet." Chad was at the perfect height; when it came to fucking, Chad was going to be right there. He spared a moment to wonder how the purveyors of this fantasy suite had known his height when he and Chad had only showed up together through a chance meeting.

Then Chad's body swallowed up a third finger and any thoughts not centered around that hot little hole and how to fill it disappeared.

Chad moaned for him, the sound echoing in the room. He didn't think he'd ever seen or heard anything so sexy in his life.

Tugging out his fingers, he picked up the heavy dildo and slicked it up. He went slowly, making sure Chad could see him do it.

"Oh, fuck. You're the hottest thing... I swear to God, you're a fantasy."

"Oh, I hope not, Chad." He dropped the lube and set the dildo at Chad's little hole, pushing it in, spreading Chad open. "You don't take a fantasy home with you."

"Oh, please God. Let you be real."

"I am, I promise." He plunged the rest of the dildo into Chad. Then he held onto the bottom of it and twisted it.

"Brian!" Chad jerked, the sling starting to swing.

"Yeah, oh wow." He held kept up the twisting motion, but let the swinging move the dildo in and out of Chad's body.

He got to watch everything -- the muscles jerking and tensing, the gold skin starting to sheen with sweat. That amazing belly tensed and flexed and rippled for him. The dildo with its crazy patterns was a stark contrast as it moved in and out of that sweet hole.

He wasn't sure how long he could keep this up, his cock throbbed for release.

"Brian. Brian, honey. Please. Fuck me." Oh, fuck. Listen to that voice.

"I thought the dildo was your fantasy?" He couldn't resist the tease, hoping to hear more of that sweet begging.

"You. You're my fucking fantasy, honey. Jack off to the thought of you night after night..."

"Oh, damn." He nearly hurt himself, pulling out the dildo and trying to unzip his jeans one-handed at the same time. He needed to be inside.

"Yeah. Yeah, Bri. Now. Now."

"Uh-huh." He finally got them shoved down past his hips, and then cursed when he realized the fucking condoms were still on the side-table.

He hobbled his way over there, jeans hamstringing him, and then hobbled his way back. When he was about halfway it dawned on him he'd have an easier time of it if he ditched them altogether. "Shit, you've got my brains scrambled, Chad."

Chad's laughter tickled him, his cock bobbing in his hand. He flipped Chad the bird, chuckling the whole time, and smoothed the condom down over his cock. Then he was back between Chad's legs, holding onto the sling with one hand as he fed his cock into Chad with the other.

Jesus, that was. Chad was. He. Damn.

His cock was pulled into that amazing heat, the muscles tight around him. His groan echoed in the room, the sound coming back to him as he stood there buried balls-deep inside Chad.

It took a moment or two, but he finally found the presence of mind to slowly make the sling move. Chad's cock twitched as his prick slid almost all the way out. Then the momentum swung back and he was taken back in to the root. His balls slapped noisily against Chad's ass and he laughed, the sound throaty, giving away just how turned on he was. He grabbed hold of Chad's hips with both hands and moved him, his own hips adding strength to their coming together.

"Oh, fuck yeah. Come on, honey. Harder." Demanding fucker.

The sling made it easy, Chad's body swallowing him up over and over again as the man swung. The heat grew, pouring over them, making them slap together faster and faster. With the swing helping, making their coming together so easy, Brian thought maybe he could do this forever. It was almost like they were flying.

"Chad -- are you flying, babe?"

"Fuck, yes. Gonna... soon."

He slid his right hand off Chad's hip and wrapped it around the leaking prick, jacking Chad off. "Go for it."

"Bri!" Seed poured over his fingers, hot and wet.

Chad's body clamped down hard on his cock and he followed Chad over the edge, coming without a sound.

"Oh. Oh, man. Say you'll stay the night. Hell, say you'll stay for longer."

He petted Chad's skin, still buried deep inside the man and loathe to pull out. How could he say no?

He didn't even try.