Sunday, October 6, 2019
Sunday's Short Stack: Sheep's Clothing by Elin Gregory
The misadventures of Darren Murchison: a gay, English, self-employed handyman – no job too small – who moves to Welsh sheep country in search of a quiet life. Not a good move for the world’s most reluctant werewolf!
Don't know how this short story missed my radar last year and frankly I stumbled on it by accident this year. Well, whenever it grabs your eye I highly recommend reading this short. Would I love to read further adventures for Darren the handyman werewolf? Definitely, despite only 30+ pages, the world building and character development is incredible. There's really not a lot I can say that won't give anything away but let me tell you Sheep's Clothing is fun, sweet, sexy, with a couple of surprises thrown in to make this short intriguing and an all-around gem. If you enjoy Elin Gregory's work than this is not to be missed and if you have yet to experience any of her stories, Sheep's Clothing is an ideal introduction to her backlist. I haven't read all her work but trust me, what I have read is brilliant storytelling.
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Gary snickered. "You said 'bollocks'," he explained when I glared at him.
"Oh for Pete's sake, grow up." I stabbed a finger towards the placid brown and white shapes grazing opposite my new kitchen window. "I said 'bullocks'. It's another word for cows. Boy cows."
"You're going to fit right into this isolated farming community, aren't you?" Gary turned on his heel, surveying my new home and the surrounding countryside with a baffled eye. "Rather you than me, but I hope you'll be happy here."
"I don't see why not. There isn't another plumber for twenty miles." I grinned. "I'll be fulfilling a need."
"And what about the other thing?"
"Which thing?" I asked, knowing what was coming and looking forward to it.
Gary made his hands into claws, rolled his eyes and lolled his tongue like a zombie beagle.
Once I'd finished laughing at him, I replied, "Not a whiff. This place is ideal. Over the garden wall there's ten thousand acres of bugger all apart from Forestry Commission larch, bracken, and sheep. The nearest pack is based in Welshpool."
Gary nodded, his expression both sympathetic and relieved. He had seen me through a lot of scary stuff, both as a staunch defender and a total pain in the arse once I was strong enough again to be teased. Coming out to him had been hard but was a piece of cake in comparison with the conversation that had begun, "You know how it was a full moon last night?"
"I'm going to miss you," I said.
"Damn right you are. Personally I think you're crazy. For a start you're English and we all know how well that goes down 'round here. Then there's the gay thing. Who's going to fulfil your needs?"
"I asked the estate agent. There's a pub in Barmouth and one in Welshpool and Shrewsbury's not that far. I'll manage."
"Well, if you're sure there's a crying need locally for gay, English, werewolf plumbers … " He paused and looked at the house in all its fixer-upper glory. "If it doesn't work out, like if they get after you for sheep worrying or something, you can always come back, you know."
"No, I can't." I said that a bit more sharply than I'd intended. "Oh, not you and the lads. I loved working with you. But now Gran's gone and, well, the other thing – with the pack. I never fitted in. Look, I drive a van – it's got my name on the side in nice big letters: 'Darren Murchison, Plumber & Electrician. Bathroom & Kitchen Fitter. No job too small.' I like beer and rugby and putting my feet up. And they were Charles and country estates, and Ivo and something in the City, and Bentleys, and lunch at the Dorchester, and evenings at a dungeon club." And full moons in Charles's deer park, eating Bambi, though I'd never admitted that to Gary.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. We all knew you were out of your depth." Gary punched me in the shoulder. "That bloody Martin giving you the run-around. He drove a Porsche, didn't he? MAR 10 on the plates. Wanker."
"Bloody Martin," I agreed, but there was a tone in Gary's voice that would have made me prick my ears had they been the right shape. "Gary, no. You really don't want to mess around with that lot."
"Course not," Gary said. "I wouldn't be messing around. Slipping some fresh whitebait into an air intake isn't messing around. He probably wouldn't notice for a day or two. Not until they began to rot."
We paused to savour the thought of it. Martin would be livid, and his temper had been spectacular even on days when he wasn't fanged and clawed and covered in hair. The only thing more spectacular than his temper was his libido and even that had got wearing after a time.
"Stop thinking about him," Gary said. "Think about unpacking. Oh jeez, is that the time?"
"Oh for Pete's sake, grow up." I stabbed a finger towards the placid brown and white shapes grazing opposite my new kitchen window. "I said 'bullocks'. It's another word for cows. Boy cows."
"You're going to fit right into this isolated farming community, aren't you?" Gary turned on his heel, surveying my new home and the surrounding countryside with a baffled eye. "Rather you than me, but I hope you'll be happy here."
"I don't see why not. There isn't another plumber for twenty miles." I grinned. "I'll be fulfilling a need."
"And what about the other thing?"
"Which thing?" I asked, knowing what was coming and looking forward to it.
Gary made his hands into claws, rolled his eyes and lolled his tongue like a zombie beagle.
Once I'd finished laughing at him, I replied, "Not a whiff. This place is ideal. Over the garden wall there's ten thousand acres of bugger all apart from Forestry Commission larch, bracken, and sheep. The nearest pack is based in Welshpool."
Gary nodded, his expression both sympathetic and relieved. He had seen me through a lot of scary stuff, both as a staunch defender and a total pain in the arse once I was strong enough again to be teased. Coming out to him had been hard but was a piece of cake in comparison with the conversation that had begun, "You know how it was a full moon last night?"
"I'm going to miss you," I said.
"Damn right you are. Personally I think you're crazy. For a start you're English and we all know how well that goes down 'round here. Then there's the gay thing. Who's going to fulfil your needs?"
"I asked the estate agent. There's a pub in Barmouth and one in Welshpool and Shrewsbury's not that far. I'll manage."
"Well, if you're sure there's a crying need locally for gay, English, werewolf plumbers … " He paused and looked at the house in all its fixer-upper glory. "If it doesn't work out, like if they get after you for sheep worrying or something, you can always come back, you know."
"No, I can't." I said that a bit more sharply than I'd intended. "Oh, not you and the lads. I loved working with you. But now Gran's gone and, well, the other thing – with the pack. I never fitted in. Look, I drive a van – it's got my name on the side in nice big letters: 'Darren Murchison, Plumber & Electrician. Bathroom & Kitchen Fitter. No job too small.' I like beer and rugby and putting my feet up. And they were Charles and country estates, and Ivo and something in the City, and Bentleys, and lunch at the Dorchester, and evenings at a dungeon club." And full moons in Charles's deer park, eating Bambi, though I'd never admitted that to Gary.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. We all knew you were out of your depth." Gary punched me in the shoulder. "That bloody Martin giving you the run-around. He drove a Porsche, didn't he? MAR 10 on the plates. Wanker."
"Bloody Martin," I agreed, but there was a tone in Gary's voice that would have made me prick my ears had they been the right shape. "Gary, no. You really don't want to mess around with that lot."
"Course not," Gary said. "I wouldn't be messing around. Slipping some fresh whitebait into an air intake isn't messing around. He probably wouldn't notice for a day or two. Not until they began to rot."
We paused to savour the thought of it. Martin would be livid, and his temper had been spectacular even on days when he wasn't fanged and clawed and covered in hair. The only thing more spectacular than his temper was his libido and even that had got wearing after a time.
"Stop thinking about him," Gary said. "Think about unpacking. Oh jeez, is that the time?"
Elin Gregory lives in South Wales and works in a museum in a castle built on the edge of a Roman Fort! She reckons that's a pretty cool job.
Elin usually writes on historical subjects, and enjoys weaving the weird and wonderful facts she comes across in her research into her plots. She likes her heroes hard as nails but capable of tenderness when circumstances allow. Often they are in danger, frequently they have to make hard choices, but happy endings are always assured.
Current works in progress include one set during the Great War, another in WW2, one set in the Dark Ages and a series of contemporary romances set in a small town on the Welsh border.
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Book Blitz: The Black Mask by Samuel King
Title: Black Mask
Author: Samuel King
Genre: M/M Romance, Erotica
Release Date: June 25, 2019
Cover Design: Erin Dameron-Hill
Charlie is torn between two men—one who seems unreachable, the other a superhero who steps out of a poster.
Charlie is the young, handsome writer of The Black Mask superhero adventure series. Recently broken up from his long-term boyfriend, he finds himself developing feelings of lust and love for his editor, the gruff, clearly straight Sam. Charlie’s love life takes an even more unexpected twist when his fantasy creation, The Black Mask, somehow becomes a reality—and his lover.
On the wall above the TV is a poster of my creation, The Black Mask. Sam had a limited number designed by a comic book artist friend of his. He’s sold about a hundred so far and I get royalties on each sale. The Black Mask is crouching, ready to pounce, his tight, muscular body encased in black material. He has bulging biceps, thighs and pecs that threaten to burst through the fabric and more than a hint of something else bulging between those thighs. How can Sam deny The Black Mask is at least a bit gay? And did Sam specify how big to make that bulge?
Although his face is completely covered by his mask, I feel like he is watching me, which I find strangely erotic as I unzip the fly of my jeans and begin massaging my erect cock through the cotton of my white briefs. My cock is big, at least eight inches, and uncut. Its purplish-red head is already poking from above the waistband of my briefs, leaking pre-cum onto my flat stomach. I don’t work out much, but I run and eat healthily, so I have a fit, slim body, even if I do say so myself.
I push my jeans and briefs down to below my waist and begin stroking my cock. It’s hot and so solid. I grip it hard, squeezing out more pre-cum, which forms a weblike string between my stomach and cockhead.
I fantasize about Sam standing behind his desk, massaging his dick through his gray trousers. He’s glaring at me like I’ve really pissed him off, like he resents how horny he’s feeling. Suddenly I feel stupid, masturbating over a guy that will never look at me in that way. I should be out trying to meet other gay guys, not lying in my room jerking off over a straight man.
I’m distracted by a movement across the room. I stop masturbating and stare at the poster of The Black Mask. He is no longer crouching. He is standing and that bulge in his black-clad crotch is definitely a huge, hard cock.
“What the—?”
Then he leans forward and his head and shoulders protrude for real out of the poster, solid and three-dimensional. Now the poster is glowing like a TV screen with the brightness level turned up to the max.
“Shit…”
He reaches down with a leather-gloved hand and begins to rub his massive boner through the thin fabric of his skin-tight suit. Incredibly, it grows even bigger, and it, too, is now solid and three-dimensional, bursting from the surface of the poster.
Suddenly my bedroom door flies open and Jules is standing there, still naked.
“Sorry,” he says, “but do you have any lube?”
I release a jet of cum, which spatters across my stomach and chest, drenching my T-shirt and barely missing my face. I look from Jules, who seems impressed as much as embarrassed, back to the poster. The Black Mask is crouching again and the poster is just a poster.
“Wow,” says Jules. “Something certainly got you horny. You should have just joined us.”
I’m so shocked by what has just happened that I don’t even bother trying to cover my cum-soaked body, despite the fact that Jules is still standing in my bedroom doorway waiting for a response to his request. When I glance back at him, I notice he is fully hard and tugging on his balls.
Although his face is completely covered by his mask, I feel like he is watching me, which I find strangely erotic as I unzip the fly of my jeans and begin massaging my erect cock through the cotton of my white briefs. My cock is big, at least eight inches, and uncut. Its purplish-red head is already poking from above the waistband of my briefs, leaking pre-cum onto my flat stomach. I don’t work out much, but I run and eat healthily, so I have a fit, slim body, even if I do say so myself.
I push my jeans and briefs down to below my waist and begin stroking my cock. It’s hot and so solid. I grip it hard, squeezing out more pre-cum, which forms a weblike string between my stomach and cockhead.
I fantasize about Sam standing behind his desk, massaging his dick through his gray trousers. He’s glaring at me like I’ve really pissed him off, like he resents how horny he’s feeling. Suddenly I feel stupid, masturbating over a guy that will never look at me in that way. I should be out trying to meet other gay guys, not lying in my room jerking off over a straight man.
I’m distracted by a movement across the room. I stop masturbating and stare at the poster of The Black Mask. He is no longer crouching. He is standing and that bulge in his black-clad crotch is definitely a huge, hard cock.
“What the—?”
Then he leans forward and his head and shoulders protrude for real out of the poster, solid and three-dimensional. Now the poster is glowing like a TV screen with the brightness level turned up to the max.
“Shit…”
He reaches down with a leather-gloved hand and begins to rub his massive boner through the thin fabric of his skin-tight suit. Incredibly, it grows even bigger, and it, too, is now solid and three-dimensional, bursting from the surface of the poster.Suddenly my bedroom door flies open and Jules is standing there, still naked.
“Sorry,” he says, “but do you have any lube?”
I release a jet of cum, which spatters across my stomach and chest, drenching my T-shirt and barely missing my face. I look from Jules, who seems impressed as much as embarrassed, back to the poster. The Black Mask is crouching again and the poster is just a poster.
“Wow,” says Jules. “Something certainly got you horny. You should have just joined us.”
I’m so shocked by what has just happened that I don’t even bother trying to cover my cum-soaked body, despite the fact that Jules is still standing in my bedroom doorway waiting for a response to his request. When I glance back at him, I notice he is fully hard and tugging on his balls.
Samuel King is London born and bred, and spent his twenties and thirties hanging out on the London gay scene, mixing with some true characters and even finding romance on a few occasions. Now more likely to be found eating in a nice restaurant on a Saturday night than clubbing, he also enjoys reading across many genres, and watching films—especially old horror films and romantic comedies. He is also the author of Male Male erotic romance, Hard Lessons, available from Pride Publishing from 1 October.
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Book Blitz: Daddy Bear - The Complete Series by BJ Smyth
Title: Daddy Bear - The Complete Series
Author: BJ Smyth
Series: Daddy Bear #1-5
Genre: M/M Romance, Daddy Kink, Adult, Age Gap
Release Date: August 16, 2019
Immaturity, Jealousy, Envy, Insecurity can Carter and Frank survive them all?
All Carter has ever wanted is the Daddy he craves, someone to love and care for him.
But will his immaturity be the downfall in this relationship or can Frank deal with his tears and tantrums?
Frank’s life is complicated, when he meets Carter, he is still confused by his feelings for his Ex-Partner and dealing with his mum’s deteriorating health.
Carter’s immaturity has always been difficult to handle. However, following an incident at Carter’s flat, Frank made the rash decision to ask him to move into his house, into his life, now Carter is around full-time.
Frank is adjusting to having Carter in his home and enjoying the Daddy\Boy games they play.
However, when Carter’s jealousy takes hold after seeing Frank with his Ex-Partner his insecurities and jealousy may just be the end of this relationship.
Will this Daddy & Boy make it from that first heated attraction at the swimming pool to a long-term relationship?
We walk down the corridor past the showers into the pool area. Getting into the water, we swim along together, not speaking much, but there still seems to be a connection between us. Once we finish the thirty lengths, we get out of the pool, grab our towels, and head to the showers.
Standing next to each other under the showerheads I can almost feel the heat of his skin against mine. He pushes down on the button and water cascades from the shower onto his body. I do the same, sneaking looks at him when I think he is distracted by the shower. I remove my trunks first today, sliding them down my legs to the floor, I kick them to the side and give my cock and balls a squeeze.
He removes his trunks and his cock is hard, causing mine to stiffen more. Taking a handful of body wash, he rubs his hands over this chest, the soapsuds running over his abs and dripping into his pubic hair. He is only a foot away from me; the thought of feeling his gorgeous hairy body in my hands sends shivers down my spine and my skin tingles. I’m too shy to make a move like that, though, the fear of his reaction if I have misinterpreted things makes me keep my hands to myself.
I watch his hands glide over his chest, then down to his abs as he massages the body wash into his skin. Licking my lips as his cock stiffens, his foreskin pulls back away from the head as it raises towards his body. Lathering up my chest, my hands soon slide down and grasp my cock. I close my eyes and lean my head back as the pleasure of my hand sliding along my shaft flows through me. Opening my eyes, I look back at Frank; he is now massaging his balls and stroking his shaft. His eyes connect with mine.
Time seems to stop as we stare deep into each other, I can see the desire within him as his eyes search mine, trying to read my thoughts. My lips part as my tongue pushes out, licking along my lower lip, giving him the sign he has been searching for.
He moves closer and my body tenses as I feel his hand slide over my arse. I stop stroking my cock and turn to face him, our bodies covered in soap bubbles. My acceptance of his touch gives him a green light. Pulling me into his body I feel his cock slide against mine as they become trapped between us. His other hand grabs my arse and crushes my cheeks with his strong grip. The coarse hair of his beard brushes against my face as I feel his breath warm my lips.
Any thoughts or worries of where we are drain from my mind as his lips meet mine. The thick hair on his chest makes my nipples stiffen as it rubs against them. His mouth, rough and raw, kisses me, my body giving into his strong, muscular hands, his tongue pushes into my mouth, searching for mine. He moves me back onto the shower wall, grinding his rock-hard cock into me as he continues exploring my mouth. I have been yearning for this all week, wanting to be in this daddy’s arms. Sliding my hands over his back, tracing along his spine, down to rest above his arse, I pull him tighter into me as I grind my cock between our wet, soapy bodies. The showers switch off as we lose ourselves within each other. His hands grab my arms as he bites my lower lip, then softly nibbles his way down to the nape of my neck. All the time we continue grinding our cocks together, I can feel my balls tightening, preparing to release the frantic pleasure building inside me. Our thrusting gets faster as we both edge towards the point of no return.
Standing next to each other under the showerheads I can almost feel the heat of his skin against mine. He pushes down on the button and water cascades from the shower onto his body. I do the same, sneaking looks at him when I think he is distracted by the shower. I remove my trunks first today, sliding them down my legs to the floor, I kick them to the side and give my cock and balls a squeeze.
He removes his trunks and his cock is hard, causing mine to stiffen more. Taking a handful of body wash, he rubs his hands over this chest, the soapsuds running over his abs and dripping into his pubic hair. He is only a foot away from me; the thought of feeling his gorgeous hairy body in my hands sends shivers down my spine and my skin tingles. I’m too shy to make a move like that, though, the fear of his reaction if I have misinterpreted things makes me keep my hands to myself.
I watch his hands glide over his chest, then down to his abs as he massages the body wash into his skin. Licking my lips as his cock stiffens, his foreskin pulls back away from the head as it raises towards his body. Lathering up my chest, my hands soon slide down and grasp my cock. I close my eyes and lean my head back as the pleasure of my hand sliding along my shaft flows through me. Opening my eyes, I look back at Frank; he is now massaging his balls and stroking his shaft. His eyes connect with mine.
He moves closer and my body tenses as I feel his hand slide over my arse. I stop stroking my cock and turn to face him, our bodies covered in soap bubbles. My acceptance of his touch gives him a green light. Pulling me into his body I feel his cock slide against mine as they become trapped between us. His other hand grabs my arse and crushes my cheeks with his strong grip. The coarse hair of his beard brushes against my face as I feel his breath warm my lips.
Any thoughts or worries of where we are drain from my mind as his lips meet mine. The thick hair on his chest makes my nipples stiffen as it rubs against them. His mouth, rough and raw, kisses me, my body giving into his strong, muscular hands, his tongue pushes into my mouth, searching for mine. He moves me back onto the shower wall, grinding his rock-hard cock into me as he continues exploring my mouth. I have been yearning for this all week, wanting to be in this daddy’s arms. Sliding my hands over his back, tracing along his spine, down to rest above his arse, I pull him tighter into me as I grind my cock between our wet, soapy bodies. The showers switch off as we lose ourselves within each other. His hands grab my arms as he bites my lower lip, then softly nibbles his way down to the nape of my neck. All the time we continue grinding our cocks together, I can feel my balls tightening, preparing to release the frantic pleasure building inside me. Our thrusting gets faster as we both edge towards the point of no return.
B.J. enjoys writing gay romance weaved with hot action to tease and entertain his readers. Having experienced some 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.
His books have been described by many as short but scorching hot so be warned you may need a cool shower after reading them. Remember the old saying it's not about the length but what you can do with it lol.
I hope you read and enjoy his books as much as he enjoys writing them.
If you already enjoy gay romance books or are just curious about gay love. Why not have a browse of the books, you may surprise yourself.
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