Number 2 on Amazon Kindle

I really have to come here more often (no pun intended). I dragged myself over to share some great news. My little anthology - CUMPILATION - of my first stories was sitting at No.2 in Canada this morning in the gay section. Don't believe me? See for yourselves:

The Game Boys Are Out

I do like to surprise you from time to time, so I am now letting you know that my latest short story is being published right now. Game Boys is hot - and long! At over 15,000 words it's my biggest ever. Want to see how it measures up?

You can buy it now at Amazon

Here's the book blurb

An unexpected inheritance transforms Zak’s life in more ways than one. Suddenly the owner of a vast country estate and investment portfolio, he’s glad to have the support of brilliant and sexy lawyer, Toby Wakeling-Smyth. Zak is gay and out, and he’s not entirely sure about Toby, but when the lawyer offers to drive him out to see his property, Zak senses it may be more than his coffers that get filled. With the mansion to themselves, it’s not long before Toby reveals all and it’s not only the turkeys that get well and truly stuffed. Zak, however, is too young to settle down with an older man and even has doubts  about the country life. Enter the pheasant plucker’s son who solves Zak’s problem with a bit of give and take.

Excerpt

Toby perched on the edge of the desk, legs apart to show off his handsome bulge. He’d almost worn a pouch but was glad he’d decided to go commando. He knew how appealing his groin looked, to those with an interest. He’d been really lucky in life; a brilliant mind, success, wealth, good looks, a huge cock and balls. So often you got looks or brains, not both. And of course the combination had always guaranteed him a steady supply of sex, but he had to be careful. Many were the boys who’d love you for your money; few were those who wanted you for what you really were. At least poor people never had that problem.

Zak now had money. More than Toby, as a matter of fact. And Zak was precisely Toby’s type, physically speaking. Zak was safe, therefore. Toby could satisfy his lust with the boy, knowing full well that Zak wanted his dick and not his dollars. The chances of it leading to a relationship were slim, but that was of no importance.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” said Zak.

Toby’s response was wicked, but he had to break the ice or they’d get nowhere, and he would be heading back to The City the next day. When Zak clamped his hand on Toby’s crotch, Toby’s prostate reacted so strongly he felt like a poker had been rammed up his arse. His cock began to rise and he lent Zak a hand by unbuckling his belt and undoing the button.  He felt Zak’s warm breath on the broad back of his cock; he grabbed it at the same time as he took hold of Zak’s head and forced the two together. Zak whimpered appreciatively as the monster tool forced its way into his mouth. Toby needed it so badly he thrust his pelvis back and forth, the occasional snag of Zack’s teeth on the delicate skin of the shaft mirrored by the sting of the desktop edge against his buttocks.

Toby pushed hard against the back of Zak’s throat. His swollen nob met resistance and then in one delicious moment it forced the muscles into surrender and burrowed deep inside Zak’s tight, wet throat. Muffled cries came from Zak, his face pressed into Toby’s pubes, his teeth biting into the root of Toby’s erection. Toby withdrew. He grasped his thick meat, slick with saliva and precum, pulled the foreskin as far back as it would go and admired the glistening head. With a quick flick of the wrist he slammed it into the side of Zak’s face. The silence of the library was shattered by the satisfying slap. He did it again and again until his cock was as hard as iron and strands of shimmering precum dangled from the tip like silvery garlands. Behind the root of his cock the tell-tale knot tightened. His head spun.

“Give it to me,” said Zak, reclaiming Toby’s cock with two hands. He stroked expertly, the little tease as the skin slid over the engorged head, then back all the way, only to travel back on an endless return journey of exquisite pleasure.

“I’m coming, Zak.”

“In my face. I want it in my face.” Zak kept up the firm, gentle rhythm until, with an ear-splitting shout, Toby shot his first load over Zak’s head. It landed about six feet behind Zak, barely missing the table of books and magazines. Shots two and three followed it closely, each sailing over Zak’s hair, but the fourth went straight into Zak’s eye and elicited groans of pleasure.

Toby took control again and pumped his cock to deliver every last drop of his cum to Zak’s upturned face. When he’d finally done, Zak looked as if a bucket of wallpaper paste had been tipped over him. Toby grabbed Zak’s hair and tilted his head back, bent down and drove his tongue between Zak’s salty lips. Zak sucked on Toby’s tongue, moaning in obvious pleasure. Toby slipped his tongue out and slid it across Zak’s upper lip, over one cheek then the other, savouring his own jizz, cleaning Zak’s face. He opened his mouth and sealed it over Zak’s cum-filled eye, sucked gently and massaged the lid with the tip of his tongue.

Zak hugged Toby around the legs and hauled himself up. “Fuck, Toby. You are one hot guy.”

“Thanks. But I’m not finished.” Toby swiped the clutter off the desk and it fell to the floor with a crash. “Get up.” He slapped the leather desk top with his hand and Zak, stepping out of his jeans, did as he was told. “On your back.”

Buy Links

Amazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/Game-Boys-Gays-Country-ebook/dp/B00BE6LGCA
Amazon COM http://www.amazon.com/Game-Boys-Gays-Country-ebook/dp/B00BE6LGCA
Amazon CA http://www.amazon.ca/Game-Boys-Gays-Country-ebook/dp/B00BE6LGCA
Amazon DE http://www.amazon.de/Game-Boys-Gays-Country-ebook/dp/B00BE6LGCA
Amazon IT http://www.amazon.it/Game-Boys-Gays-Country-ebook/dp/B00BE6LGCA
Amazon FR http://www.amazon.fr/Game-Boys-Gays-Country-ebook/dp/B00BE6LGCA

The Next Big Thing

I was recently tagged by Viennese voluptuosa Antonia van Zandt  to participate in The Next Big Thing, where authors answer ten questions about their current works in progress. If you haven’t read Antonia’s  post about what she's working on now, jump over to her blog to take a look:

http://antoniavanzandt.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/vienna-valentine-is-my-next-big-thing.html?zx=2fa6327a4f8ecdba

To tell the truth, when she asked what my next big thing was I straight away thought about Tony the Foot who I’d arranged to have a dirty afternoon with. He really is a full twelve inches – and handsome, too, not like the usual stunted gargoyles who seem to be blessed in the trouser snake department.

Anyway, here goes. I will try to be serious and polite.

What is the working title of your book?

Stuffing Balls

Where did the idea come from for the book?

I intended it being a Christmas release because the winter holidays are cursed with bloody schmaltzy stories of silly men being all lovey-dovey and girly, decorated trees with presents under them, and too fucking happy-clappy for them to be decent consumption for any self-respecting adult. Stuffing in my house – the edible kind – is ball shaped, and balls – the best kind – are all part of the fun. So, Stuffing Balls seemed a great title for a story that involved a turkey farm. I guess I can make it an Easter story ;-)

What genre does your book fall under?

Gay erotic filth. Some say humour, too. Definitely not romance.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

The young heir to the turkey fortune and an expert gobbler himself – Vince Lambert:

If you want to see more of Vince (and I mean MORE, so be sure you are up for it) click HERE.

The lawyer who plugs the lucky young man’s gaping (financial) hole – Cody Cummings:

And to see more of Cody, click HERE.

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

A hard up young bloke inherits a fortune and a well-endowed lawyer comes with it.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

Well, if an agency had the balls to take me on of course I would opt in. But my plan is to self-publish. I have a good following, some of my short stories to date have sold really well so I feel quite content. I will make it exclusive to Amazon as I have with my previous works, that means I can manage the promo as I want and offer the books for free lending.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

Ages. It’s only a short story but my mind (and hand) wanders and I am basically a lazy bugger. However, I take pride in my writing and don’t believe in knocking out a quick one just to publish something. We are asking the public to buy our work, even if at less than a Dollar in my case, but they deserve the best we can give them. So I polish and polish. I dread to think what the stories are like where the author claims to have written 50 thousand words in a week. They have to be serious crap.

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

To be honest, I find it really hard to locate other writers who are producing out and out filth. There is so much MM romance about and it makes my teeth hurt (see? I said I'd be polite). However, I recently came across The Smelliest Man Alive – More Love That Sucks by Ken Shakin. It’s a 1990s bestseller  from Gay Men’s Press now out in eBook. It’s not doing well as far as I can see and perhaps that tells you something about the level of readers now. It’s a great book. Very real.

Click HERE to see on Amazon

Who or What inspired you to write this book?

I have a gaping orifice – in my pension. I need to write more as part of my long-term plan. This means, of course, that I will drop a bombshell one of these days. Either that or a bloody great bollock.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

If you want to laugh and have an orgasm – or at least get a hard on; if you like real men with stiff cocks; if you’re not terribly PC, then you should like my work. Prissy types who think sex in toilets is disgusting should stay away.

As for me tagging authors, Christ I don’t really know anyone. The only one I can think of who might join in is Tristram la Roche. Let me tag him: http://tristramlaroche.com/

We’ll see if he grasps what I’ve put in his hand.

Upstairs, Downstairs?

I just think this is the funniest card I've seen in a long time. Credit goes to Modern Toss Ltd who hold the copyright.

www.moderntoss.com

copyright 2011 Modern Toss Ltd

Control Your Pussy

This blog is strictly a pussy free zone, and by that you know very well what I mean. As for the furry kind with a pink tongue that loves cream (oh, maybe not!) I have to admit I prefer dogs. Dogs give something back to you for your love and care, not just a stinking turd that refuses to decay.

Thus my eye was attracted to this story on the BBC:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-york-north-yorkshire-20859897

If you can't be arsed to read it, basically some old gimmer near York got fed up with his neighbour's cats shitting all over his garden and took action. He trapped them and drove them far away to release them on a farm. He's been prosecuted and fined.

Now, much as I can't stand cats I would never do anything to harm them. I couldn't harm a fly (actually, I like unzipping those!) but part of me feels a bit sorry for the old chap. I mean, dog owners are always being told to control their pets, to clean up after them and are held reponsible for the dog's actions. Cat owners are not, and I think it's about time that the owner's of these free-roaming, thieving, sly shit machines were called to account.

Beyond the erotic fiction barriers

I'd like to say I thought of that title but I didn't. It's lifted from a short but very satisfying 4* review of Dead Gorgeous that appeared on Amazon over the holidays. Thanks to Blane whoever he/she is, who ends with 'For the price, I recommend this.' 

The review is here:

http://www.amazon.com/review/RUO5Z8GR88XIA/ref=cm_cr_dp_title?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B009875RDG&channel=detail-glance&nodeID=133140011&store=digital-text

Free over Christmas

As a 'thank you' to my readers and supporters, I've made my short story Brief Encounters free on  24th, 25th and 26th December. And remember, ALL my stories are free to borrow on Prime - so you can enjoy all my hot stuff for nothing. Now who can call me a party pooper? (Oh, scroll to the bottom to smile!)

Reviews of Brief Encounters

"...good, smutty fun."

 4* E.M.M 

http://www.amazon.com/review/R2VQFOKRN3XJ75/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B008VU3QHK&linkCode=&nodeID=&tag=

"There are so many encounters...that the title is, well, Spot on!"

4* SKLADUM 

http://www.amazon.com/review/R1GELT1WIAT3YC/ref=cm_cr_pr_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B008VU3QHK&linkCode=&nodeID=&tag=