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Thursday, November 27, 2014

Thanksgiving 2014


There's no post for today in light of it being Thursday, Thanksgiving Day, here in the United States.

Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. The one day a year when our nation is supposed to stop and give thanks. For family, for friends, and for the little things. 
It's the one time when we're supposed to be grateful. 

Today, I urge you to find something to be grateful for. Something for which to give thanks. Hug your family. Give love to those who are in your life. Life is so short and fleeting, we are not promised tomorrow, so make sure that you live, love, laugh, and give thanks as if today were your last.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

-Vicktor Alexander


Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Vic's Bday eXXXtravaganza w/ Charley Descoteaux


Hello Everyone!!!

On November 16th I turned 31. It's something I've been thinking about for a while. Not necessarily turning 31, but my birthday. The reason for this is because my birthday brings up both good and bad memories for me (mostly bad, though the past few years have been good). I don't typically expect presents for my birthday (though I did up until the age of 12 and then after that my present requests became extremely altruistic- "donate to a charity", I asked my mom to adopt me an African orphan when I was 12, etc.) but my birthday is the one day out of the year where I let others focus on me without putting up a fight. And this year, I was determined to have a good birthday.

Last year, I asked author friends to share their favorite birthday memories or short stories featuring some of their characters that were centered around birthdays of some sort, and this year I decided to do the same thing. For the next few weeks, author friends and even some non-author friends of mine, will be taking over The Purple Fantasy Den and posting.

And for those of you who you asked last year about sending me a birthday present, first of all, thank you, second of all: In lieu of presents, I'd love to have you donate to the Elton John AIDS Foundation in memory of my best friend Justin or for my friends Angel or Richard, or maybe even someone you know who is living with, and fighting the disease.

Oh! And by the way: One person who comments on every post will be chosen at the end of the eXXXtravaganza to receive a special birthday prize (swag, books, GC, etc.)

So, without further ado! Here's today's post by:




First, Happy Birthday, Vicktor! Thanks so much for inviting me to your party. I hope you have an amazing birthday bash!

The year I turned 29 I had a gifted seven year-old on my hands, worked ¾ time at a newspaper, lived in a very small town, and was married. I also had an epiphany. After I put the kid to bed, I realized that in a year I’d be 30. (That seemed pretty old to me back then.) I got all pondery, and thought about what I’d accomplished in my 29 years on the planet—besides the kid I didn’t come up with a lot.

Earlier that week I was chatting with a friend and told her I’d always wanted to learn to play the piano. We agreed it would probably take about a decade to get good at a complex instrument like that, considering jobs and families and Tai Kwon Do and grocery shopping and laundry… and then she said, “But those ten years will go by whether you learn to play the piano or not.”

It seems like a no-brainer, but I’d never thought of it that way before. I’d been telling stories since I was a little kid, even wrote some of them down. But serious writing—with the goal of being published—had always been something I would do “someday” (whenever that is).

So, on my 29th birthday, I declared it “someday.” I told myself I only had to stick with it for a year, just to see what would happen. What happened was, I got hooked. And now 20 years has gone by!

It took two years before my first short story was accepted by a literary magazine—back when we had to send printed copies, and FedEx galleys across the country like cave people. It’s much easier now, and since I’m all about the instant gratification, it’s also way more fun!

I know I’m not alone in that instant-gratification thing, so I’m giving away an ebook copy of my newest release, The Nesting Habits of Strange Birds, to a random commenter.

In the comments, I’d love it if you talked about how you’re answering Vicktor’s challenge to donate to a charity. I’m a life-long volunteer and love to support my favorite charities however I can. This year, I gave the money I would’ve spent on a traditional Thanksgiving dinner to my local food bank. It wasn’t a whole lot, but it sure felt good.

Now you!



All he ever wanted was to be a normal guy….

Phil Brask spends his days in the basement of his mentor's Victorian home, converting legal documents into electronic format. When the pipe feeding the water heater bursts, Lee Redding arrives in the plumber’s truck and draws Phil away from the narrow focus of his computer and camera lens. Lee gives Phil hope for a life beyond the walls he’s constructed using the nesting habits of migratory birds and dense legal files, a guided tour through a world filled with romance and music…maybe even family. But there’s a reason Phil retreated behind those walls, why he panics at a simple touch.

Lee has a good life—working with his uncle and on his mother’s farm, playing bass in a horrible metal band, and hooking up when he pleases—but he’s always suspected something was missing. When he meets the hot photographer with the icy-blue eyes, he knows exactly what that something is. Phil isn’t like other guys, but neither is Lee beneath his carefree exterior. Maybe Lee's the perfect guy to show Phil that everything doesn’t have to be done the hard way and "home" isn't a four-letter word.


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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Vic's Bday eXXXtravaganza w/ Amanda C. Stone


Hello Everyone!!!

On November 16th I turned 31. It's something I've been thinking about for a while. Not necessarily turning 31, but my birthday. The reason for this is because my birthday brings up both good and bad memories for me (mostly bad, though the past few years have been good). I don't typically expect presents for my birthday (though I did up until the age of 12 and then after that my present requests became extremely altruistic- "donate to a charity", I asked my mom to adopt me an African orphan when I was 12, etc.) but my birthday is the one day out of the year where I let others focus on me without putting up a fight. And this year, I was determined to have a good birthday.

Last year, I asked author friends to share their favorite birthday memories or short stories featuring some of their characters that were centered around birthdays of some sort, and this year I decided to do the same thing. For the next few weeks, author friends and even some non-author friends of mine, will be taking over The Purple Fantasy Den and posting.

And for those of you who you asked last year about sending me a birthday present, first of all, thank you, second of all: In lieu of presents, I'd love to have you donate to the Elton John AIDS Foundation in memory of my best friend Justin or for my friends Angel or Richard, or maybe even someone you know who is living with, and fighting the disease.

Oh! And by the way: One person who comments on every post will be chosen at the end of the eXXXtravaganza to receive a special birthday prize (swag, books, GC, etc.)

So, without further ado! Here's today's post by the beautiful:


Happy birthday Vicktor! I’m so excited to be a part of Vick’s birthday eXXXtravaganza again this year. This year I’ve got a scene with the characters from my upcoming book. The book won’t be out until around the beginning of the year, however Cole and Perry are such fun characters I figured I’d give you a scene with those characters. The scene won’t be in the book so you can only read it here on Vicktor’s blog for his birthday. Here is my (unedited) scene with Cole and Perry. 


It was Perry’s birthday and Cole couldn’t wait to give him the present he got. He hoped Perry liked it. However it was too late to get nervous since it was wrapped and ready to go. The cake was in the kitchen, the candles were already on the cake waiting to be lit. The only thing missing was the birthday boy.
The sound of keys in the door brought Cole out of the living room. He greeted Cole with a huge smile on his face.

“Happy birthday Perry.”

Cole could tell Perry was tired. It was a good thing they hadn’t planned on going out to dinner. Perry might have fallen asleep in his salad if they had. Perry put on a brave face though and tried to smile despite his exhaustion.

“Thank you baby. I know you’ve got some things planned, but I hope it doesn’t take too long. I would love to go to sleep soon.”

Taking Perry’s briefcase from him, Cole steered him out of the entryway and into the kitchen.

“I promise it won’t take long. You’re going to sit right here and open your present. Then have some cake. Once we’re all done with the cake I’m going to give you a massage to relax you so you can fall asleep easily. How does that sound?”

Perry was nodding as he flopped into the kitchen chair Cole had pulled out. His poor boyfriend had been working hard lately. He deserved a little fun on his special day.

“It sounds perfect Cole. Thanks for being so understanding. Maybe this weekend you can take me out to my favorite restaurant.”

Cole presented the wrapped packages with a flourish in front of Perry.

“You know I will. Now, open the present. I’m hoping you like it.”
Perry fingered the green ribbon on the silver wrapping paper. Cole picked it to match Perry’s eyes. He knew he’d picked right by the smile curling the edges of Perry’s mouth. In a flurry of movements the package went from wrapped to open in no time flat. Cole got nervous when he just sat there staring at the votive holders he had engraved.

“They’re perfect,” Perry whispered, not taking his eyes off them.
Cole placed his hand on Perry’s shoulder and squeezed. He could feel the tight muscles under his hand. Perry was long overdue for a massage.

“Now it’s time for cake. I only put a few candles on the cake. There was no way I could find enough candles to put the real number on there.”

Cole stepped out of reach from Perry’s half-hearted swipe. They both chuckled as Cole got everything ready.

Once the candles were lit he turned and sang happy birthday to Perry. He had trouble containing his laughter. Perry was going to laugh once he realized what he did.

“Make a wish Perry.”

Perry smiled up at Cole from his seated position before closing his eyes. With his eyes squeezed tight, Cole watched his moth move subtly. Then his eyes popped open and he took a huge breath. Perry blew out loud and long and all of the candles went out.

The shout of surprise as the candles came back to life set Cole into fits of laughter. Perry tried to blow the candles out again, but each one relit not long after being extinguished. Cole was laughing so hard his sides hurt by the time Perry gave up.

“You! Those stupid candles that keep lighting themselves. What am I going to do with you?”
He tried to look irritated, but his lips pulling up at the corners gave him away. Cole stopped laughing and went around to Perry.

“All you have to do is love me. Just like I love you.”

Perry gathered Cole close where he was sitting and laid his head on Cole’s stomach. They stayed like that for a few precious moments, Cole stroking his hand down Perry’s neck and back while Perry rubbed his sides. Moving apart at the same time, Perry stood up and took hold of Cole’s hand.

“Let’s go upstairs and put my ‘Massage Time’ candles to good use. What do you say?”

Cole could only nod as he was pulled away. He was glad the prank candles could bring a smile to Perry’s face.


Who doesn’t like a good prank on their birthday? Cole and Perry like to have fun and they get into some interesting situations. If you’ve never seen the candles that don’t blow out, I found a video of some guy pulling the same prank on his wife.



About Amanda:
Armed with her Batman notebook, fourth grade Amanda C. Stone was ready to start writing stories about unicorns, family members, and her imaginary friends Pink Amanda and Blue Amanda. Today, Amanda is armed with a new notebook, along with a laptop, and a never-ending supply of caffeine. Her stories are about all kinds of things, but the most important aspect is people falling in love.





Monday, November 24, 2014

Vic's Bday eXXXtravaganza w/Sharita Lira



Hello Everyone!!!

On November 16th I turned 31. It's something I've been thinking about for a while. Not necessarily turning 31, but my birthday. The reason for this is because my birthday brings up both good and bad memories for me (mostly bad, though the past few years have been good). I don't typically expect presents for my birthday (though I did up until the age of 12 and then after that my present requests became extremely altruistic- "donate to a charity", I asked my mom to adopt me an African orphan when I was 12, etc.) but my birthday is the one day out of the year where I let others focus on me without putting up a fight. And this year, I was determined to have a good birthday.

Last year, I asked author friends to share their favorite birthday memories or short stories featuring some of their characters that were centered around birthdays of some sort, and this year I decided to do the same thing. For the next few weeks, author friends and even some non-author friends of mine, will be taking over The Purple Fantasy Den and posting.

And for those of you who you asked last year about sending me a birthday present, first of all, thank you, second of all: In lieu of presents, I'd love to have you donate to the Elton John AIDS Foundation in memory of my best friend Justin or for my friends Angel or Richard, or maybe even someone you know who is living with, and fighting the disease.

Oh! And by the way: One person who comments on every post will be chosen at the end of the eXXXtravaganza to receive a special birthday prize (swag, books, GC, etc.)
So, without further ado! Here's today's post by:




Birthday Memories

Happy Birthday to Vicktor, happy birthday to you! Thanks for letting me play. Hmm, my best birthday memory. Oh, there have been a few and since my birthday is in December, it’s an easy excuse to party harder than usual.
Anyways, one of the for−
Ahem…
One of mine was very memorable. We went to Boystown for my birthday. Being in the windy city, it was cold as hell outside, but not enough to forego plenty of libations and beautiful sights of hot gay men. This was an all girl’s night too so there were no men in attendance.
My girls and I made it a no-driving night, so we took a cab and barhopped between three clubs; Spin, Roscoe’s, and Berlin and the best part, we didn’t start until after ten.
We hit Spin first, did jello shots and danced for an hour or so before heading to Roscoe’s. For those who haven’t been, Roscoe’s is small, kind of cramped, especially in the front. The only wide open space is the dance floor which on this night was packed with plenty of cuties drinking and humping on one another. A m/m authors dream is to be in Roscoe’s and be a witness to all the naughtiness going on against walls and in corners. *sighs*
Ahem, so last we went to Berlin. Berlin is a Boystown staple for everyone to enjoy themselves. Since it was a Saturday, the place was packed like Roscoe’s, but Berlin is a tad bigger. By this time, everyone was feeling more than good and we ended the night with a couple more mixed drinks and dancing until the bar closed at five a.m. We ended my birthday bash with cheap eats at a local taco hangout then crashed at my friend’s apartment. Though I added a year on to my age, it was one of the most enjoyable evenings I’ve had and I look back on it with fondness. These days, most of my birthdays are spent at home with the kids, which is cool too especially since my youngest’ birthday is three days after mine. Even though I’m, ahem, much older now, I still like to have fun but I don’t think anything will top that birthday spent in Boystown.



Blurb: You can never tell a book by it's cover!

On the surface, Isaac Bridges has it all; wealth, a beautiful wife, and a successful career. But deep down, he desires Denton & Associates back under his family’s name and a male lover he can call his own.

Enter Jayden Demario, a handsome college student looking to make a career in advertising. Underneath the pretty exterior, Jayden is a very damaged young man. Thrown out on the streets by his stepfather at 15, Jayden's only concern is to make something of himself to move his "madre" from the tough neighborhood.

Jayden has no time for love, especially not with a closeted married man who runs the company he interns at and Isaac can ill afford to out himself to the homophobic CEO at Denton.

Will the sparks between the two men cost them their livelihood? 




BIO: RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. She loves multiracial characters who overcome obstacles other than race. Sweet, sassy, and spicy would be the best way to describe her work. Happily married mother of two, loves music, computers, and travel. For more please visit the Rawiya's blog on Wordpress

Author Sharita Lira: In one word, crazy. Just crazy enough to have 3 different muses running around in her head, driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters.

This happily married mother of two beautiful children loves music, computers, reading, and still enjoys reading and writing fanfiction. She’s a proud member of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, as well as an advocate for rights of LGBT citizens.  She’s also a contributor to the heavy metal ezine Fourteeng.net.

For more information, please visit http://www.thelitriad.com as well as her Facebook fanpage, The Literary Triad.

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Saturday, November 22, 2014

Vic's B-Day eXXXtravaganza w/ Andrew Jericho


Hello Everyone!!!

On November 16th I turned 31. It's something I've been thinking about for a while. Not necessarily turning 31, but my birthday. The reason for this is because my birthday brings up both good and bad memories for me (mostly bad, though the past few years have been good). I don't typically expect presents for my birthday (though I did up until the age of 12 and then after that my present requests became extremely altruistic- "donate to a charity", I asked my mom to adopt me an African orphan when I was 12, etc.) but my birthday is the one day out of the year where I let others focus on me without putting up a fight. And this year, I was determined to have a good birthday.

Last year, I asked author friends to share their favorite birthday memories or short stories featuring some of their characters that were centered around birthdays of some sort, and this year I decided to do the same thing. For the next few weeks, author friends and even some non-author friends of mine, will be taking over The Purple Fantasy Den and posting.

And for those of you who you asked last year about sending me a birthday present, first of all, thank you, second of all: In lieu of presents, I'd love to have you donate to the Elton John AIDS Foundation in memory of my best friend Justin or for my friends Angel or Richard, or maybe even someone you know who is living with, and fighting the disease.

Oh! And by the way: One person who comments on every post will be chosen at the end of the eXXXtravaganza to receive a special birthday prize (swag, books, GC, etc.)

So, without further ado! Here's today's post by my handsome friend:


Thank you, Vic, for inviting me to be a part of your Birthday Exxxtravaganza! Happy Birthday!  
In addition to my post below, I am sponsoring an e-book giveaway of my latest book release, Drag Show Games (Drag Show 1).  To be entered into the drawing e-mail me at: authorandrewjericho@gmail.com. The subject line should read:  Birthday Exxxtravaganza Contest. International participants are also welcome to enter.  One winner will be chosen at random at 7:00 PM CST, the day after this post appears. 
The following is an adaption of an original post I wrote January 5, 2013 on my Website as part of my Life With Baby Doll series.  Each year, as John’s birthday approaches, I am reminded of the promise I made him over two decades ago.



 
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John’s Birthday Promise
by Andrew Jericho

January 5, 2013
“Are you going to be nice to me today?” John asked, giggling.
“Baby Doll, that depends on what your definition of nice is?” I replied.
Pulling John closer into my arms, I wrapped the comforter around our bodies.
“Warm enough, honey?”  I asked.
“I love you, Andrew.”
“I love you, too, baby.  Happy Birthday.”

****

The conversation above took place between John and I this morning, as he woke cuddled in my arms.  Today my soul mate, lover, partner, and best friend celebrates his forty-ninth birthday.  For the last twenty-two years, Baby Doll has asked me a similar question on that day.  While I know his words are playful, they return me to a promise I made him in 1992.
The years have been kind to John, as he is frequently complimented.  His sweet, slender, and flamboyant appearance certainly captured my heart. I’ve shared the following words before on the romantic dynamic we share:
“The type of gay male I desired:  sweet, campy, flamboyant, and with such an undeniably homosexual vibe walked into my heart and left an overwhelming need to protect and provide for him as his lover.”
I met Baby Doll when I was seventeen. At that time, I was suicidal, depressed, and angry.  I was also a young man with a rotten and prideful attitude. While meeting John that late summer afternoon did soften my mood and heart, I would go on to have a few more episodes of angry outbursts.
The behavior I exhibited was strongly related to my gender dysphoria. While I still struggle with dysphoria, as a man of forty, I have learned more constructive channels for my feelings.  On January 4th, 1992, one day before John’s twenty-seventh birthday, I found myself loudly ranting to the handsome twink standing on the opposite side of our bathroom door.
Baby Doll and I had been living together since early November, 1991, having been committed since the first night we kissed. However, we did not experience sexual intimacy together until March, 1992.  During the months before we made love, John and I kissed, cuddled, and slept in the same bed together.  I have defined our relationship during that time as romantic friends, spiraling towards becoming passionate lovers. My rant on January 4th, was brought about by a passionate afternoon tryst which had quickly become charged with unexplored passions.
John was curled in my arms on our bed, as we woke from an afternoon nap. An innocent joining of lips quickly turned to myself initiating a series of slow, and sensual, French kisses.  Baby Doll’s soft whimpers only fueled my desire.  We had been passionate before, but this time I knew we were quickly losing ourselves in the emotional and physical attraction which had been smoldering for months.
Looking back, I don’t think either one of intended for the situation to become as intimate as it had. We had set a date of March 21st to formalize out commitment, which also included waiting to make love. That afternoon two hearts were speaking to each other, as a pair of bodies experienced raw, sexual arousal.
As the dominant one in the relationship, I should have quickly ended the affection. Instead I rolled him onto his back, and continued our lingual caresses. John was hard against me. At that point, I remembered such a strong feeling of gender dysphoria gripping my soul.  Baby Doll was flushed, trembling, and whispered in my ear words any dominant gay male would want to hear from his partner.  I love you, Andrew, and I want you inside me.  He uttered other words of love and sexuality—private personal, sentiments.
I wanted to be inside him. My thoughts were already there, as I visualized myself making love to him with biological male genitals. However, the assigned female at birth body which I found myself in had grown violently angry.  To make matters worse, I hadn’t bought a strap-on yet either.  I would do that one week before formalizing our commitment on March 21, 1992.
Being the jerk I was, I abruptly ended the moment, loudly slamming the bathroom door. There were other masculine ways I could have pleased my partner that afternoon, and still remained in control, but I wanted to do it with a penis—my penis.  My actions resulted in John knocking softly on the bathroom door.

****

“Go away, John!” I yelled.
“Andrew—”
“I said, go away!”
“No. We need to talk.”
 I could hear John turning the locked door knob. 
“I don’t need to talk! I need a penis!  Now get away from the door!”
“I’ve know from the moment we met that you’ve identified as a very masculine transman. Andrew, I’ve told you so many times that all guys, even cisgender, are different. I love the heart and mind of a man first.  I love yours first.  What happens sexually is second.  I’ve never thought of you as anything but a man. Andrew, you’re more a man that any I’ve ever been involved with.”
“Alright, Baby Doll, if that’s what you want to believe!  I just don’t see how a cisgender gay man like yourself could ever be in love with a transman!  After all, I am missing one important part! I think you’re confused and don’t know what you want!  Get away from the door!”
“Andrew,” John spoke sweetly, “you just haven’t bought yours yet, have you?”

****
I would spend another hour in the bathroom in anger and self-pity, trying to deny the fact it was the flamboyant gay baby who was right and rescuing me again.  How often?  Well as I’ve said before, I’ll just keep those numbers a secret, as I wouldn’t want to destroy my top status.
When I finally opened the door, he was sitting right outside, with his back against the wall.

****

“Are you going to be nice to me now?” John asked.
“Maybe.”
“No, Andrew, you have to promise.”   
John had stood up, and was swaying slightly from side to side.  I think he even fluttered his eyelashes a few times.
“Also, you have to quit saying that I don’t love you.  I love you, Andrew.  I know what I want…you.  Andrew, you’re my man.”
“I promise.”

****

The two simple words I spoke that afternoon have become known as John’s birthday promise.  That was the last of the violent angry outbursts I can remember. Feeling his emotional and sexual response to me that afternoon, and the heartfelt words spoken on the opposite side of the bathroom door, had finally healed years of hurt.  I would learn how to put negativity to rest.  The love and sincerity being offered to me was too strong to fight.
While I had heard John’s words emotionally, two-and-a-half months later, I would physically experience John’s response as I remember looking down into his deep bedroom-blue eyes:
“The first time we made love was the coupling of a mutual peace and passion which sought to not only define me as an emotional being, but sexually as well.  That same comfort and warmth has not been forgot, and continues long past the first time two pairs of hands sought out the intimacy of their soul mates.”

“Happy Birthday, Baby Doll.  Honey, you should know by now I can’t fight my feelings for you.”  ~ Love, Andrew



Drag Show Games (Drag Show 1) by Andrew Jericho

Blurb: 
[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, HEA]
In an entertainment routine called Drag Show, Vince becomes Violet Whispers. Vince is a gay man, who not only craves cross-dressing, but it gives him sexual pleasure to see Violet staring back in a mirror. Even more satisfying is being in the arms of a man while in drag. Derek fulfills those fantasies.
Derek is a dominant man who orchestrates erotic scenarios, or games. The thought of never knowing what Derek has planned keeps Vince in almost constant arousal. So when Derek uses his twin brother, Alec, in one of his scenarios, Vince must come to terms with new romantic feelings for his partner’s brother.
When Alec becomes a part of their lives on a more permanent basis, Vince struggles with acknowledging his love for his partner’s brother. Alec is bold, like Derek, but more soft-spoken. Even though Vince knows Derek wants him to follow his heart, he is afraid of allowing another man into his life.
Note: The first two chapters were originally published as a free short story on ManLoveAuthors.com.
A Siren Erotic Romance

Adult Excerpt:
Alec was behind Vince’s body, pressing himself against his partner’s back. Derek was standing in front of Vince. He listened to the soft sounds of his brother kissing their husband.
“We both love you, Vince,” Derek said. “Alec and I want you to open up. Surrender your heart. Baby, I don’t want you to think about who’s touching you. I just want you to feel the love in the two pairs of hands cooling your arousal. Shh…don’t say a word.”
Alec imagined Derek had placed a finger on Vince’s mouth, because the rest of the game was beginning to unfold. Then all went quiet, as Alec silently traded places with his brother. Vince was oblivious to the change, and would not know whose hands were touching different parts of his body.
When Vince whimpered, Alec dropped to his knees, pulling up the cocktail dress. He shoved the fabric around his lover’s waist. In the dark, he pulled Vince’s spandex shorts away from his body. He removed what felt like a lacy thong, as Vince’s cock came untucked. He heard another moan, as he took the length of his partner’s shaft into his mouth.
Alec heard Derek’s voice, barely above a whisper. The intent was to disguise the sound so Vince could not recognize him. “I’ve got my fingers buried deep inside your ass.”
“Please let me know which one of you is sucking me. Damn, it feels so good! God, it feels so damn, good!”
Alec wrapped his hands around Vince’s body, caressing his lover’s buttocks. He felt Vince’s flesh being pulled apart by his brother’s hands.
Derek was whispering again. “Now I’m going to find your sweet spot, Violet Whispers. Hmm…are you going to tell me where I can find it?”
“Fuck! Fuck! God, your fingers feel so good…and the lips wrapped around my cock!” Vince spoke, as his words faded to a sensual groan.
Vince’s hands on the back of Alec’s neck were pulling him deeper. He let the heat of his mouth envelope the swollen flesh, as he felt the entire shaft pulsating. Vince was close, real close. Alec picked up the pace, sucking firmly from base to tip, licking the pre-cum that continued to form on Vince’s cockhead. The taste was salty and sweet. Vince’s dick was buried so deep inside his mouth the tip was rubbing against the back of his throat.
“Such a beautiful and naughty queen,” Derek whispered. “Letting two brothers take you like this.”

“My prostate,” Vince moaned. “Oh, god, don’t stop! Hell, please don’t stop!”
“We love you, Violet,” Derek spoke in the same hushed tone.
“Yes, Violet, we do,” Alec whispered, taking Vince’s cock from his mouth for just a split second.
The game was meant for Vince, but Alec knew both he and Derek were just as aroused. He heard the excitement in all three of their voices. Alec’s cock was rock hard, straining against the boxers inside his slacks.
“Brother, let’s finish him,” Derek said.
“Shit,” Vince cried, “so many fucking fingers inside me!”
“Four, and you’re still fucking tight!” Derek replied.
Alec felt Vince’s body beginning to tremble. He cupped his lover’s buttocks tighter, kneading the flesh beneath his fingertips. Vince’s semen was now coating the inside of his mouth. Alec felt the motions of Derek pumping his fingers inside their husband, as the action continued to push Vince deeper into his mouth.
Vince was whimpering, still trembling in their arms. Alec got up and cradled him against his chest, while Derek wrapped his arms around Vince’s back.
“Please tell me,” Vince pleaded. “I want to know.”
“No,” Alec whispered. “Fuck! I’m going to break the rules.”
Derek had said neither one of them should seek release. Alec hoped his brother wouldn’t mind he was unbuckling his pants. His cock ached. He was past aroused, and knew he could not wait until he got Vince home.
“Break the rules, brother,” Derek whispered, “because I am. Are you going first?”
“Yeah,” Alec replied.
Alec let his slacks fall to his ankles. Then he turned Vince’s body around. Now his partner’s buttocks were pressed against his dick. He sank his swollen cock into Vince’s ass. The cavity was warm and slick from his brother’s fingers. Vince’s body was bent slightly forward, no doubt leaning against Derek for support. After a few thrusts of his hips, sending his dick as far up into Vince as humanly possible, Alec felt the rush of semen leaving his cockhead. The juice bathed his lover’s internal flesh.

“I love you,” Alec whispered. “I love you so much, Vince.”
“I love you, too,” Vince replied. “I love both of you…with all my heart.”
Alec quickly pulled out, allowing Derek to turn their husband around. He supported Vince’s body, as his brother now made love to their partner.
“I love you, too,” Vince spoke again. “So damn much. Please, tell me who’s inside my ass.”
“We’re both here,” Alec spoke softly. “That’s all that matters. Trust us, Vince.”
“So tight,” Derek murmured.
While Alec continued to support Vince’s body against his own, he could feel the gentle rocking motions of his brother’s lovemaking. Damn, if that ‘blinding need for release’ Derek had mentioned wasn’t turning to a tenderness overtaking Alec’s heart. He pressed his lips against Vince’s mouth.
“I love you,” Alec whispered. “I’ve always loved you.”
“Alec,” Vince moaned.
“Yeah, Vincent, it’s me.”
“What about the game?” Vince asked.
“Baby, don’t worry about the game,” Derek said. “We’ve almost accomplished what you need.”
“Derek, you feel good inside me. I’m so in love with you. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

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Andrew Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing, and a long supporter of LGBTQ rights. His writing proves love and erotic attraction are the same regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation.  In their purest forms, Andrew has seen those concepts transform characters into better individuals. 
He is a gay transgender man, who lives with his partner, John Jericho, and family.  He enjoys photography, eclectic tastes in music and the arts, and browsing the local library and art galleries.  All of Andrew’s work can be found at:  Andrew Jericho.



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