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Forbidden Desires: The Complete Series

Posted on May 12, 2018February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

There are some lines not mean to be crossed ... some desires that are forbidden. But try as one might, some taboos are simply too irresistible to hold sacred.

From a young man hooking up with his best friend’s dad, someone he’s always considered to be like a father, to a priest who engages in carnal sins with a parishioner, to a bombastic American president and his illicit love affair with an illegal Mexican rentboy ... these men explore the forbidden, indulging in their deepest, darkest desires.

Collected in one volume are three such stories — tales of forbidden passions and devious desires.

Forbidden Desires is a 78,000-word bundle that collects Seduced By My Best Friend’s Dad, Erotic Love and Carnal Sins: Confessions of a Priest, and The President And The Rentboy.

Still not breaking eye contact with Richard, Jay willed his fingers back to life, massaging Richard’s upper thigh. With every squeeze of his fingers, he moved his hand half an inch closer to that patch of ball skin. With every passing moment, he felt the tension build in both of them, like he was waiting for Richard to call him a pervert or Richard was waiting for Jay to burst out laughing at the prank. But then his fingertips brushed against that warm, soft, wrinkled, hairy skin, and the tension deflated from both of them.

“Jay...” Richard said, his voice a mere whisper. It was filled with lust and need, happiness and contentment. He wanted this — needed this.

Jay brushed the skin, rubbing his fingers back and forth, then carefully worked his hand under Richard’s shorts and boxers. Soon he had one meaty ball rolling between his fingers. It was almost plum-sized, firm and round. He squeezed the ball lightly, tugged it gently, and Richard let out a low moan, falling back on his elbows on the rock, head cast back. Jay eased his other hand in the other pant leg and grabbed Richard’s other ball, giving it the same massage treatment. He rubbed both balls, smoothing out the skin, holding them firm in his grasp. The long bulge in the middle of the pile of fabric at Richard’s crotch twitched.

Shifting to grasp both balls in one hand, Jay slid his fingers reverently up the length of Richard’s cock, watching the man’s face for any reaction that this was going too far. But Richard was too far gone, too lost in the heat of the moment to ever say no — Jay knew he had Richard, that the man was putty in his hands, but that he had willingly and knowingly put himself there.

He still didn’t understand it — Richard was straight and married and the very fact that Jay was his son’s best friend should have put up some immediate boundaries, placed him off limits. But those boundaries were obviously being ignored. The almost father-son relationship they’d developed over the years also wasn’t a boundary that could stop them. If anything, that closeness only added to the intimacy of the moment. Jay was giving pleasure to the man he’d looked up to all these years.

The President And The Rentboy

Posted on May 22, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Newly inaugurated as the President of the United States of America, Daniel Grant has a secret. Despite winning a surprise upset election, built on a campaign filled with raucous rallies and an oft-repeated promise to deport illegal immigrants, Daniel is unhappy. While the media loves to speculate about him and his trophy wife, Melanie, the truth is there is no love in their relationship — moreover, as time goes on, Daniel is coming to understand that he prefers men. Itching for some sexual release, a senator discreetly hands him a phone number for Ricky — a rentboy.

Each sexy encounter with this seductive younger man leaves Daniel panting for more. But while his private sex life amps up, so, too, does his public political life, including increasing pressures from his vice-president to deport all illegal immigrants and bring about religious freedom laws so business can discriminate against LGBT customers.

Daniel struggles to balance his personal and public lives, to somehow continue seeing Ricky, despite the intense media scrutiny of everything the president does. Forbidden love is never easy, but it becomes near impossible when Daniel learns that Ricky, the young man he loves and desires so much, is an illegal immigrant from Mexico.

The President And The Rentboy is a 20,000-word novella.

The twink — Ricky — came in. Brad closed the door, leaving just me and the young man in the room.

“I recognize you...” Ricky said, trailing off. My blood suddenly ran cold, but then he added, “But I can’t place it.”

I almost wondered if he was playing me. I was on the news almost every day — I was a huge celebrity — how could someone not know who I was? I eyed him up and down, my gaze lingering just a little too long on his bulge. He didn’t strike me as the type that watched the news, but, still, I was easily the most recognizable person in the United States.

“I hope you’ll understand if I don’t make the connection for you.”

Ricky nodded. No doubt, he had done this before. Ricky was a rentboy — a prostitute — who specialized in catering to the needs of men in positions of great power, men who could be brought down by the mere mention of a gay sex scandal. I didn’t know all of Ricky’s clients, didn’t know if I even wanted that knowledge, but a senator had passed his name and number to me when he had figured out what I was yearning for. That senator said he didn’t use Ricky anymore, but had very fond memories of him.

“Yeah, I understand. You have a first name, though? Something I can moan in the throes of passion?” He unzipped his jacket, revealing a tight red shirt underneath — it hugged his slender frame and emphasized his pecs.

My mind tumbled in panic. If I gave him my name, he’d know who I was, and that would be the first step to the end of everything. But the rational part of my mind broke through — Ricky had signed a nondisclosure agreement and came highly recommended by a man who had almost as much to lose as me.

“Dan,” I finally said, voice barely more than a whisper. Few people called me Dan, most preferring my full name, Daniel. It felt right, though, that I would give Ricky a more intimate form of my name.

Ricky arched his eyebrow again and he looked me up and down. He still seemed to be struggling to make the connection of who I was. Eventually, he seemed to give up. Shrugging the jacket off his shoulders, he tossed it onto a nearby chair.

With the jacket off, he seemed even slimmer and younger. The shirt clung tightly to him, leaving nothing to the imagination, but still somehow making him even more tantalizing. The bottom of the shirt seemed to end a half-inch before the top of his jeans, giving me a glimpse of the rich brown skin of his Latin heritage. And his jeans hugged him as tightly as his shirt — I could almost see the outline of his bulge. When he noticed me looking him over, he did a little circle for me, giving me a glimpse of his astounding ass. It looked round and firm, filling out his jeans perfectly. I couldn’t wait to slide my tongue between those cheeks, to make him wet before I pushed my cock in there.

I stood up and crossed the room to him. He was a good six inches shorter than me. I wanted to reach out and touch him, to pull him close and shove my tongue down his throat, to grope him and make him moan, but I was suddenly overcome by nervousness. If only the public could see me now — not only for the supposed moral depravity of the situation, but for my sudden meekness. I wasn’t known as a weak-willed man.

Instead, I walked in a slow circle around Ricky. I could smell him — clean with a hint of scented soap. He was a feast for every sense so far — but I still had to know how he tasted and how his skin felt against mine. Fuck, I was straining in my briefs.

When I came around to the front of him again, he looked up at me through his long eyelashes.

“You like what you see, Dan?”

“I do,” I said, feeling a little more confident. “You’re gorgeous, Ricky.”

He was young, too, but I’d had Brad double-check the kid’s ID. He was in his early twenties, just like he’d said — but with me more than double his age, he just seemed even younger, making this all the more illicit.

“Don’t you want to...” he paused to tilt his head back and lick his lips, making his mouth seem plump and moist, and exposing the length of his slender neck, “kiss me?”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I put one hand behind his head and the other at the small of his back and pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back hungrily and soon our mouths were open and my tongue was brushing against his. Ricky seemed to melt in my hands as he pressed against my body, succumbing entirely to me and my will. I slid my hand down the back of his tight pants, groping his bare ass cheeks. They were smooth — exactly as I expected of him.

Erotic Love and Carnal Sins: Confessions of a Priest

Posted on May 22, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Father Peter has devoted his life to the Roman Catholic Church — but not entirely because he is a man of God. For him, a life of chastity and piety is the perfect place for a closeted gay man to hide from himself.

Try as he might to live a pure life, his forbidden desires chip away at him, leading him on a path of carnal sins that starts with a simple, anonymous, and discreet online encounter. But that supposed anonymous encounter, with a man just as closeted as Peter, takes an uncomfortable turn when that same man shows up in confessional, wanting to talk with Peter in person.

Unable to lie to himself any longer, and suddenly willing to risk his entire career and life, Peter does the one thing he never dreamed he’d be able to do — he reaches out and touches another man. He can’t take back what he’s done and can’t pretend it didn’t happen, so that leaves Peter with only one option, to move forward and experience the erotic pleasures found only in the act of gay sex.

Erotic Love & Carnal Sins: Confessions of a Priest is a 29,000-word novella.

I was about to shut off my computer and forget the whole thing, but then the screen flickered and Mark’s webcam feed showed up. And he was naked. And he was exactly as I’d pictured him. At least, his body was — like me, he wasn’t showing his face.

My fear dissipated when it finally sunk in that I was doing this, that this was real, that Mark was naked and already hard and that he couldn’t possibly be a violent homophobe.

I waved my hand awkwardly. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Mark said, his voice sounding deep and masculine, though slightly tinny through my crappy speakers.

“It’s good to finally, well, see you, I guess,” I said. I was so nervous and at a total loss for what to say.

“Yeah,” Mark said. There was tension straining his voice. I could tell he was just as nervous about this whole thing as I was. He had told me he’d never been with a man before — never even shown himself on webcam, either. This was as much a first for him as it was for me.

I leaned back in my leather office chair, still making sure the webcam feed ended at my neck. I ran my hands down from my chest, over my nipples, across my stomach, and ending at the root of my cock. This seemed to have an effect on Mark — he grabbed his dick and started fondling it, holding his heavy balls in one hand and lightly stroking his shaft with the other.

I mirrored his movements, touching myself in the same manner. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t done before — being single and in my thirties meant I’d done more than my share of masturbation — but it felt much more ... erotic now than it had ever felt before. The difference this time was that I had an audience — a man who was as turned on by my body as I was by his.

My tumescent cock solidified, growing harder and longer. The head of my cock shone as the skin stretched.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Mark said, his voice sounding deep and husky. He was growing as thick and hard as me. “So much hotter than I imagined.”

“Mmm ... you, too.” I flicked my thumb over the head of my cock, spreading the pearl of precum that had gathered there, making my the crown of my cock wet.

Mark was everything I was drawn to in a man — masculine and thick. His chest had the developed pecs of a man who worked out when he was younger and his chest and torso were broad, but trim. His nipples poked through his thin layer of chest hair, beckoning to me and my mouth. I’d never touched another man, never held one, never kissed one, never licked one. Yet, I had an overwhelming desire to suck those dark nubs and then nibble on them, make them diamond-hard while I stroked his dick — or, even better, as I rode his cock, shoved deep into my ass, my hole stretched to accommodate its girth.

A tremble ran through me as orgasm almost threatened to overtake me. I snapped out of my fantasy and stopped jacking, tensing my core muscles, fighting back against the oncoming eruption. When the sensation abated, I looked back at the screen and at Mark. He was stroking quickly and dripping precum, glistening trails running down his shaft and making his fist wet. The light in his room reflected off his slick cock, illuminating it like some holy relic. My mouth watered again as I thought of getting on my knees between his legs and licking up and down his shaft, lapping up the precum and stimulating his dick with my tongue and mouth. And then I’d open my lips and take him in me, swallowing him down to the root, stimulating and pleasuring his cock until he exploded in my mouth, painting my tongue with his cum and filling me so quick that my only option was to swallow it all down.

“Fuck,” I moaned and threw my head back, still stroking my length and fondling my balls. My imagination alone was enough to get me off — and the fact that I was fantasizing over an actual person that was into me, too, and not some random porn star only shifted my erotic imagination into overdrive.

I looked at the screen again. Mark was pumping his fist furiously, turning into a blur over the low-quality video feed. Fuck, he was long and thick — I wished I could get that in my ass, that I could sit on him and sink down until he was totally and completely buried in me. I’d never taken a cock before, but I somehow knew I would love having that one inside me.

I felt another surge of pleasure in my dick — and this time I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m gonna cum,” I said, my words catching in a gasp as my orgasm mounted.

“Do it,” Mark said. “Fucking blow your cum for me.”

Sex For Money: How to Write, Publish, and Sell Gay Erotica and M/M Erotic Romance

Posted on May 21, 2017May 12, 2018 by indieerotica

Cameron D. James is a multiple-bestselling author of gay erotica and M/M erotic romance, and in this all-in-one book, he shares his personal experiences and advice on how to write, publish, and sell your erotic fiction. While it can be difficult to make a living off of writing, the secrets in this book can help you grow your career and increase your sales month after month. Years of experience, research, trial-and-error, and experimenting have led Cameron to hone his approach to writing, publishing, and selling, and he shares everything with you in this book.

This handy manual explains:

Key writing and editing advice to ensure the quality of your fiction rises above your competitors.
What to look for in a contract if you choose to publish your fiction through a publishing house.
The realities of the hard work behind self-publishing your fiction.
How to give your book — including the cover and blurb — a spit and polish to make it draw readers in and close that sale.
The truth about which online vendors are worth your time… and which ones are best ignored.
The secrets of marketing an erotic book in a highly competitive genre.
How to effectively use social media to network with readers and sell your books.

Don’t waste time and money trying to figure all of this out on your own when you can learn how to do things correctly on your first try. This book gives you what you want to know, all in one convenient place.

This second edition includes updated information on vendors, expanded chapters on social media and sub-genres, and clearer instructions for formatting.

Introduction

You want to write gay erotica, do you? Dirty bastard.

I’m going to start with the bad news. Unless you become a mega bestseller, which happens to a depressingly minuscule fraction of writers, you’re not going to make enough to quit your day job. You might make enough to go on a nice vacation or supplement your income. Or it’ll help cover the cost of a pack of gum.

There are two types of writers who enter the competitive world of gay romance and erotica — those who want to make a quick buck, and those who enjoy writing and want to succeed in the long run. The “quick buck” people soon fizzle out and disappear. The quality writers who stick with it are the ones that succeed and, in the end, make a decent amount of money.

The real secret to writing, publishing, and selling gay erotica is to be professional. That’s it. This book will show you how to be professional at what you do. We’ll journey through the process, examining how to write and edit an erotic story, how to go about self-publishing and what the various platforms offer you, and then we’ll look at the various aspects of self-promotion, including the eternal question of “How, exactly, does one use Twitter to sell a book?”

I started writing this book because I saw a lot of bad advice out there. Let me rephrase that. I saw a lot of terrible advice out there. I don’t claim to be any sort of expert, but I do know a few things and I see a lot of people doing the complete wrong thing. Their choices will only cause them problems in the end and they will burn out. I also see other self-published authors, from a variety of genres, dispensing terrible advice to newbie writers. These newbie writers, who don’t know any better, lap up that advice and follow it to the letter.

So, who am I? If you haven’t read any of my stories, here’s a quick summation.

My name is Cameron D. James and I am the author of two M/M erotic romance novels and more than a dozen erotica novellas and short stories. I’ve been at this game for about four years. Well, I’ve been writing for way longer than that, but I published my first piece of erotic fiction about four years ago. In that time, I have become a bestseller several times over.
Autumn Fire, my first M/M erotic romance novel became a bestseller on the now-defunct All Romance eBooks, Going All The Way, Bump and Grind, Sins of Lust, and Seduced By My Best Friend’s Dad, four of my erotica novellas and short stories, were also bestsellers on All Romance eBooks. My erotica short story, Go Deep, has spent more than a year on Amazon’s Top 100 Free Gay Erotica list. It will sometimes drop off the list, but soon reappear. Go Deep, as of this writing, has been downloaded over 13,000 times.

In addition to writing under the name Cameron D. James, I also write under two other pseudonyms, exploring different areas of erotica, both gay and straight. Those pen names focus exclusively on short stories and have allowed me to test out sub-genres and a higher output volume, as well as alternative marketing strategies, pricing, and sales venues. These pen names have quickly risen to be as profitable as my Cameron D. James line of books — and sometimes even more profitable. In all, I’ve published over seventy pieces of fiction.

While I’ve seen some successes, I’m not living off my writing, at least not yet. I read somewhere that it takes three to five years to establish yourself as an author. I believe this to be true, just based on the progression of my career. Pretty much nothing happened, other than a handful of sales, in my entire first year. After that, things slowly picked up speed and are now going quite well. There’s still a lot of room to grow, but if things continue as they are, then that growth will happen.

Even if I’m not mega successful and living the life of luxury while writing about sex all day, I still consider myself a success already. A happy author is one who sets realistic goals. My goal was never to make fifty million dollars in six months. My goal was, and still is, to write quality fiction that people like to read. My reviews and continued sales show me that I’ve reached, and continue to reach, my goal.

In terms of financial reward for writing, my goal was to use it as supplementary income, to afford things normally just beyond my reach, not to replace my full-time job. Again, I’ve reached it. After just two years of saving all my royalties, I was able to take a vacation I’ve always wanted to take, but have never been able to afford. (Before you get thoughts of some erotic gay cruise, I’ll confess that it’s a week in Newfoundland, Canada’s eastern-most province.)

If you peruse writing forums, especially those frequented by erotica and erotic romance writers, you’ll see people stating (rather vaguely) that their income is in the four or five digit range. I suggest taking this with a grain of salt. In the few forums I’m particularly thinking of, there is a considerable amount of ego and showboating involved. However, I will accept that some of them have income in that range, but I would almost guarantee you that they work hard for it. The average author will not make that amount.

I remember telling someone, several years back, that I made $1.84 in royalties that month, and that paltry amount was coming in three bank transfers. Nowadays, my sales average in the mid three figures each month and I’m working on getting it into the four figures.

So if you want to be one of those authors, who’s only in it for the quick buck, this book probably isn’t for you. Best of luck to you, but don’t hold your breath. But if you’re looking to be professional at what you do, to create a name for yourself and have fun along the way, then I hope you’ll enjoy proceeding through these pages.

What you’ll find are general guidelines on how to approach the different aspects of writing, self-publishing, and marketing. What you won’t find are specific instructions. That’s because the internet and specific steps to complete these tasks both change too rapidly. If I give you specific instructions for uploading your ebook to Amazon, or for scheduling a promotional tweet on Twitter, or for setting up your Facebook like page, those steps could change before I finish publishing this book and you’d have useless instructions in front of you. (Already, between writing the first draft of the first edition of this book and rewriting my second draft, Kindle Unlimited has completely changed their payout structure and a new erotica vendor website has emerged. And between writing the second draft and third draft, the new erotica vendor has disappeared and another one is poised to open soon, and Amazon continues to tinker with the payment structure in its Kindle Unlimited program. And, as mentioned, a whole world of changes have happened between the first edition and the second edition.)

Instead, I’ve given you guidelines to approach this industry like a professional. The general tips and suggestions and ideas are applicable to all of the present platforms, as well as emerging platforms that may not exist yet. By adopting the right attitude, you become a flexible and professional author that is ready to take on anything. And when those quick-buck authors have long given up on the business and moved on to the next get-rich-quick scheme, you’ll be having the time of your life getting paid to write about sex.

Seduced By My Best Friend’s Dad

Posted on May 1, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Jay has a crush on Richard, his best friend’s dad. Richard is older, very masculine, cares about Jay, and is extremely sexy. There are just the problems of Richard being straight, married, and the father of Jay’s life-long best friend.

When Richard takes his son and Jay on a camping trip to celebrate turning eighteen, becoming men, and taking their first steps into the adult world, Jay struggles to contain his lust. Hitting on Richard would ruin the camping trip and destroy his friendship.

But when his friend takes ill and Jay and Richard enjoy some bonding time alone, it becomes clear that Jay isn’t the only one in the thrall of forbidden desires. A relaxing camping trip soon turns into a series of sweaty, erotic encounters, as Jay and Richard stoke this fire burning between them.

Seduced by My Best Friend’s Dad is a 30,000-word novella.

Still not breaking eye contact with Richard, Jay willed his fingers back to life, massaging Richard’s upper thigh. With every squeeze of his fingers, he moved his hand half an inch closer to that patch of ball skin. With every passing moment, he felt the tension build in both of them, like he was waiting for Richard to call him a pervert or Richard was waiting for Jay to burst out laughing at the prank. But then his fingertips brushed against that warm, soft, wrinkled, hairy skin, and the tension deflated from both of them.

“Jay...” Richard said, his voice a mere whisper. It was filled with lust and need, happiness and contentment. He wanted this — needed this.

Jay brushed the skin, rubbing his fingers back and forth, then carefully worked his hand under Richard’s shorts and boxers. Soon he had one meaty ball rolling between his fingers. It was almost plum-sized, firm and round. He squeezed the ball lightly, tugged it gently, and Richard let out a low moan, falling back on his elbows on the rock, head cast back. Jay eased his other hand in the other pant leg and grabbed Richard’s other ball, giving it the same massage treatment. He rubbed both balls, smoothing out the skin, holding them firm in his grasp. The long bulge in the middle of the pile of fabric at Richard’s crotch twitched.

Shifting to grasp both balls in one hand, Jay slid his fingers reverently up the length of Richard’s cock, watching the man’s face for any reaction that this was going too far. But Richard was too far gone, too lost in the heat of the moment to ever say no — Jay knew he had Richard, that the man was putty in his hands, but that he had willingly and knowingly put himself there.

He still didn’t understand it — Richard was straight and married and the very fact that Jay was his son’s best friend should have put up some immediate boundaries, placed him off limits. But those boundaries were obviously being ignored. The almost father-son relationship they’d developed over the years also wasn’t a boundary that could stop them. If anything, that closeness only added to the intimacy of the moment. Jay was giving pleasure to the man he’d looked up to all these years.

Go-Go Boys of Club 21: The Complete Series

Posted on April 27, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Club 21 is known across New York City for having the hottest go-go boys. They groove to the beat, fuel fantasies, and leave you begging for more.

Liam is one of those premiere go-go boys, but even though he's living the life he's dreamed about, he feels something is missing. And he might have found that something when he gets into a whirlwind romance with a former porn star.

Lance is the newest go-go boy. He took the job because he's infatuated with Liam and hoping for a chance to get to know him better, but only gets a broken heart as he watches Liam chase some guy he barely knows. As Lance pushes to get closer to Liam, he only pushes him further away.

As the beat goes on and the tempo changes, will Lance be able to win the man of his dreams? Or will Liam forever go off in search of new excitement?

Originally released as five separate stories, this volume at last collect the Go-Go Boys of Club 21 into one hot volume.

We’re the go-go boys of Club 21. We dance, we fuel fantasies, and we give ourselves to the beat. We bump, we grind, and before each shift we have a jerk off competition; the order in which we come determines who gets the most desirable dance platform.

Normally, I shoot first, earning me the prime spot by the DJ. Ken usually comes shortly after me; he claims I get him excited. Lance, our new guy, he’s always last and ends up with the crappy spot by the pool tables.

Today, I decided to try something different—a strategy, if you will—to teach Lance an important lesson about being a go-go boy. I yanked down the front of my shorts and let my cock hang out, then grabbed it in my fist, stroking up and down the shaft. In front of me, Liam and Ken stood with their shorts tucked under their balls as they pumped with vigor.

I held back, loosening my grip just a bit, but still keeping it tight enough to stay hard and throbbing. I grunted and faked an impending climax, hoping it would give the other guys incentive to rush to completion.

The faking worked. Ken groaned and numerous rockets of hot, white cum launched from his cock. His load splattered on the tiled floor, like some abstract painter’s creation, a wad of it dropping on my toes.

“Sorry, Liam,” Ken said as he came down from that high of orgasm. I doubted Ken was actually sorry—he was definitely the bad boy of our trio. He drank, partied, and had a high-octane sex drive.

I looked at the cum on my feet and then winked at him. “Ken, you sick fucker. You can lick it off.”

He stuck his tongue out at me, then crossed his arms and watched Lance and I battle to the finish. I kept stroking, making my effort look convincing. Lance fixed me with his usual cocky stare. Lust glazed his eyes too, no doubt fuelled by the actions of his fist.

“Uhhh...” Lance groaned as his cock fired off a dozen good bullets of cum, showering across the diamond-tile floor. Fuck, he could shoot a mean load.

Lance had joined us three weeks ago and I didn’t know too much about him. He was a quiet jock, a much better fit than Aaron, the airhead twink who he’d replaced. Having a jock in our small group was good for bringing in more customers. Ken and I were well-toned and we all had boyish charm—it was part of the job, after all—but Lance’s body was hard and toned, and packed with an impressive array of muscle. And boy, could he dance.

I didn’t realize I’d stopped stroking until Ken said, “You planning on coming?”

I shrugged, letting go of my cock. “I don’t think it’s happening tonight...probably shouldn’t have tugged it this afternoon.”

Ken snorted. “Whatever.” He swiped a bead of cum from his dick and licked it off, then tugged up his shorts and headed to the staff bathroom to grab paper towels.

Lance and I pulled up our shorts too. I smiled at him, trying to give my best look of sheepish defeat.

“That was on purpose, wasn’t it?” He asked.

I leaned in close to him. “Yeah. Now, why do you think I did it?”

“Hmm...are you trying to teach me another one of your go-go boy secrets?”

I grabbed my thick bulge and gave it a shake for him. “See this?”

Lance looked down at my basket and bit his lip, then reached in his shorts and adjusted himself. “Mmm. I get it. Don’t come so you’ve got a bigger bulge.”

“The bigger the bulge, the bigger the tips, no matter where you dance. I’ll prove it to you. I plan to make a killing tonight. Tomorrow, you can try and do the same. I bet you’ll make more than your usual thirty-seven bucks.”

Ken came back with the paper towels and started wiping up the cum. He paused and looked up at us. I think he knew we had cut off a conversation upon his return. “Boys?”

I looked at Lance—he would keep a straight face if I lied. “We’re talking about bulges,” I said.

A wicked grin crossed Ken’s lips as he wiped more cum up from the floor, then from my foot. “Bulges are one of my favorite things to talk about.” He tossed the paper towels in the wastebasket. “Are we talking about a particular bulge?”

Lance looked as if he’d been caught red-handed with porn. “Liam’s.”

“Oh...in that case, that’s definitely a bulge I like.” Ken grabbed the front of my tight shorts, groping my cock and balls.

I swatted his hand away. “No touching unless you’re tipping. You know the rules.”

Ken laughed and swiftly turned around. He slapped my ass as he passed me. “I like your butt better than your bulge, anyway.”

Love’s Last Dance (Go-Go Boys of Club 21 #5)

Posted on April 27, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Not even a week into his move to L.A., Liam has the feeling that things are slightly off. Liam's new life in porn and Ryan's big mansion and flashy car can't seem to mask the fact that Ryan is more distant than he's been before. L.A. was supposed to be a new stage of Liam's life, full of happiness and partying, but none of that seems to be happening. Still, he tries to hold on desperately to love he's certain will last.

Back in New York, Lance has hit it off with the new dancer, Zack. He can't believe his luck, that this hot young guy has eyes for only him. But as the week goes on, the edges of this life with Zack begin to fray. Lance tries to deny it, but can't avoid the fact that something is wrong, that Zack isn't as into him as he wants, and ultimately, the love Lance so longs for just doesn't seem to be in reach.

While Liam and Lance make compromises to find the love they so desperately need, Ken is immersed in love with his new boyfriend Dan. But this is all new for Ken — he's never done the "boyfriend" thing before. Will it mean the end of his carefree life that he loves so much? Or will it mean the beginning of a new adventure, one where two can play and more can join?

Amid the misleading pull of lust, the call of love will bring the boys together for one last dance. Hearts will break, and hearts will mend, and as the beat goes on in Club 21, the go-go boys will embrace a new life where they will never be the same.

Love's Last Dance is a 23,000-word novella.

I bit back a moan as my cock slipped into Zack’s tight ass. I gripped his ankles so hard I worried I’d leave bruises when I eventually let go. But the boy could take it. My cock slid in right to the base without having to slow down for his ass to adjust.

“I love how you fill me,” he said, sheer ecstasy contorting his face.

When I was balls-deep inside of him, I pushed his legs closer to his chest and leaned over him, pressing my mouth against his. I pushed my tongue past my lips and his, exploring the inside of his mouth. And slowly, drawing out the moment, I slid my hips back, pulling out my cock until just the tip was still in, then I slammed it home, a loud smack filling the room.

“And I love how you take it so deep and hard,” I grated.

Zack moaned and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer, holding me tighter. He moaned and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth. The twink liked it rough — these hard slams of my pelvis against him drove him wild.

I picked up speed, sliding out and in again, our bodies smacking together each time. Sweat broke out on my brow, beading and dripping down on Zack’s face. He stopped kissing me to chuckle, then ran his hands over my forehead, brushing the sweat back into my hairline, then he pulled me close again and kissed my forehead.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, barely more than a moan. He was pulling me closer to that edge.

My breathing became quicker, reedier, as I worked my way to climax. We’d fucked a couple times since our foursome with Ken and Dan on Sunday, so Zack already knew my cues, already knew I was close. He slipped a hand between us and furiously stroked his long, hard cock. His fist bumped into my abs with every yank on his meat.

“I’m gonna cum,” Zack blurted out. His eyes opened wide and then screwed shut as a tremble ran through his body and a thick load spurted out from his cock, painting both our chests with thick lines of his hot cum.

With ejaculation, his ass muscles clamped down tight on my cock, finally shoving me over that edge. I screwed my eyes shut, too, and grunted as fire shot through my body and my cock erupted, filling the condom with my load. When I could open my eyes again, I saw Zack looking up at me, panting and smiling. A sheen of sweat covered his face.

I kissed him, much more gentle and tender than mere moments ago.

“That was amazing,” I said to him, voice hoarse.

Sins of Lust (Go-Go Boys of Club 21 #4)

Posted on April 27, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Liam leaves New York City and Club 21 behind to take on a new adventure in Los Angeles as a porn star, with his new boyfriend Ryan at his side. While Liam is happy to finally be living the life he's always dreamed of, he can't help but wonder if he's gotten into something over his head. Sure, Ryan's house is huge and his new job promises lots of money and fame, but he still can't shake the feeling that something's not quite right.

Back in New York, Lance and Ken embark on another wild night at Club 21 with Zack, the club owner’s son, and the hot new dancer to replace Liam. Zack is sexy, mischievous, and disarmingly innocent, but has a wild side that rivals Ken's. And he has eyes for Lance. The go-go boys are in for a weekend of sinful heat that promises to bring them all together, but will Lance take the leap he failed to take with Liam and seize his new opportunity?

Sins of Lust is a 23,000-word novella.

When he opened the door and we went in, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I was blown away. Polished marble tiles lined the entry foyer and a grand staircase, lushly carpeted, led up to the second floor. To either side of the foyer, a wide hall led to expansive rooms that I could just barely glimpse through open doorways.

He put my suitcase down and locked the door. “Welcome to our home.”

I wrapped my arms around Ryan’s neck and pulled myself up for a kiss. “It’s good to be here. It’s good to be with you.”

He stared deep into my eyes, igniting fires within me. “We could go for a tour now, if you’d like.”

I glanced around the huge space—I would definitely need a tour and maybe a map. But right now...I took in his broad chest and tapered waist, and his bulge just below that. I needed to get him in bed now—I needed his closeness and his touch. “It would be great if you could show me the bedroom first, so...I’ll know where we’ll be sleeping.”

I winked at him, trying to play coy. My cock strained against my fly, my ass itched to get stuffed. I knew Ryan wanted it just as bad—I reached down and grabbed his crotch. His bulge was thick and hard.

He pulled me close for another kiss and pushed his tongue into my mouth. God, he tasted good. I hopped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. Now that we weren’t at the airport, I could do things to him that I couldn’t do there. He held my thighs up with his strong hands and carried me up the stairs.

I nuzzled his neck as he took us down a short hallway on the second floor, through a double set of doors. The first thing I saw was the king-sized bed, and as Ryan took me toward it, I then noticed the huge picture window above and its spectacular view of the ocean. An exhibitionistic thrill charged through me as I thought of us fucking in front of the window for the world to see.

“This place is amazing,” I said.

Ryan laid me down on his bed and straddled my body, elbows beside my ears. He kissed me again, licking and tasting my lips. I slid my hands under his shirt and felt up his furry, muscular chest. His pert nipples sharpened beneath my fingertips.

“I need you, Liam,” he whispered into my ear. “I need you more than you know.” His lips blazed a trail down my jaw line, to my Adam’s apple. I groaned and bucked my hips up against his as he licked my collarbone, one of my most sensitive spots.

“God, Ryan...”

He gently grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled it effortlessly over my head, tossing it on the floor. He sat up, admiring my body, and ran the pads of his thumbs over my nipples, sending a shiver through my core.

“Your body is so perfect,” Ryan groaned. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you’d stayed in New York.”

“I’m here now. That’s all that matters.”

He leaned down again. “You’re right.” He made me shiver as he kissed my Adam’s apple again, then planted gentle kisses down the centre of my chest until he reached my navel. With his broad fingers, he carefully unbuttoned my fly and shimmied my jeans down until he left me in just my lucky red jockstrap.

I grabbed a fistful of his shirt. “These things need to come off, too.”

He smiled at me and hopped off the bed, quickly stripping down to nothing, his glorious Adonis-like body outlined by the bright sunshine behind him.

Ryan lay on the bed beside me and put my hand on his cock as he claimed my mouth with his again. I stroked his thick shaft, giving into his forceful kisses. But I couldn’t take it anymore. My mouth was watering—I needed to taste him. I broke from the kiss and shuffled down the bed to his luscious meat. Closing my eyes, I descended toward it, extending my tongue and licking up and down the shaft, relishing his unique, salty taste. It was better than I remembered.

I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking up and down. Sweet precum leaked out of his bulbous head and danced along my taste buds. His cock was stiff, but the flesh was smooth as velvet. I massaged his shaft hard with my tongue and lips, loving the way his cock filled every inch of my mouth.

Boys in Heat (Go-Go Boys of Club 21 #3)

Posted on April 27, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

One week ago, Liam's lover Ryan had to fly back home to L.A. Before he left, he asked Liam to come with him, move into his mansion, be his boyfriend...and become a star for Ryan's porn company. Liam doesn't want to leave his dancing life in New York, but as the week winds on, he feels empty. Worse, last weekend Lance finally took his crush on Liam to another level when they shared a passionate kiss. Liam wants to forget, but the excitement of it haunts him.

Lance, however, is sure there were sparks in his kiss with Liam, and with Ryan now out of the picture, Lance figures it's only a matter of time before Liam realizes how good his life would be with Lance. Lance is on the hunt, but will his persistence break through and win him the boy of his dreams, or only drive him away?

Enter the hot, sexy world of Liam, Lance and Ken as another Saturday night comes to Club 21. When the boys are in heat, anything can happen, be that surprises or dreams come true.

Boys in Heat is a 12,000-word novella.

Fuck, why did I have to jerk off? Yanking my cock meant I was now late for work. I tried not to shove people aside as I charged down the sidewalk and through the intersection.

I stepped off the curb and a taxi blared its horn at me, nearly taking my knees out. Shit! I slammed my fist on the trunk of the cab as it zipped past me. The cabbie flipped me the bird, hand sailing through the air. Another car honked and whizzed by and I nearly lost it with him too. What was wrong with these assholes? I looked up at the lights, then saw the cars had right of way.

That didn’t make me feel any less angry. I swore under my breath and avoided eye contact with a nearby grandma glaring at me.

My phone chirped. I pulled it out and read the message from Ken. You coming, man?

I texted back that I was almost there. God damn it, I’ve never been late for a shift at the club before. I was supposed to be in the back room ten minutes ago.

This was all Ryan’s fault. I met him two weeks ago at the club—a former porn star and now a porn director—and we hit it off immediately. We fucked, every night for a week. It was intense. We had something real...something hot. But then he flew back to L.A. Before he left, he asked me to move in with him, to abandon everything here in New York and fly across the country. More than that, he wanted me to star in some of his porn vids. I was tempted, so fucking tempted.

The need to be with Ryan had me aching in my bones and made my cock permanently hard. I spent the past week alternating between missing him and masturbating over him. I jacked off this afternoon and then fell asleep, and then before I left for work I had to jack off one more time—and now I was running late.

Finally, I rounded the last corner and Club 21 came into view. There was a small line-up across the front of the building. Max, the bouncer, stood at the head of the line with his arms across his chest. He was so massive. No one fucked with Max.

When he saw me running up, Max grinned and held the door open. It must have been an enviable sight to those wannabe daddies in the crowd watching how we smiled at each other, but make no mistake—Max was straight. “Have a good night, Liam,” he said as I rushed past him. Before I was out of reach, he gave my bum a quick grope. Okay, so he was mostly straight; even the straight daddies liked a firm twink bum now and then.

Inside the club, it was dark, hot, and the music was already thumping. The crowd was a little thin, but the line outside promised a crowded night. I bit my lip as I passed the pool tables, the place where I first spotted Ryan two weeks ago.

“Liam, you’re late.” Rachel’s voice pulled me out of my disjointed thoughts. Somehow, I had come up right beside her and not even noticed.

I nodded. “I’m sorry. I really am. I’ve just been having a bad week.”

Rachel smiled. I suspected she knew bits and pieces of what had happened between Ryan and I. “That’s okay,” she said. “I’ll let you off the hook this time. Try to shake it out of your system tonight and just have fun, okay?”

I gave her a weak smile. “I’ll try. Thanks.”

She gave me another smile and nodded toward the back of the club. I rushed around the dance floor and past the bar, toward the back. I took a deep breath before opening the door to the back room. There was a second reason I was late, and it was to avoid who was waiting inside.

Lance. He’d kissed me last weekend. To my surprise—shock, confusion—I kissed back and...I liked it. But I was with Ryan. My future was with Ryan, if I could just grow some balls and take what the man was offering me. I was on the cusp of finally doing something with my life and then Lance went and made a move on me. Fuck.

I pushed the door open and plastered a smile on my face. Both Lance and Ken were facing each other wearing only their dancing shorts, which were hooked under their balls.

“Perfect timing,” Ken said, holding his cock in his hand. “We were just about to start.”

Sexy Vibes (Go-Go Boys of Club 21 #2)

Posted on April 27, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

It’s been one week since go-go boy Liam met porn star Ryan—a week filled with mind-blowing sex. And with that week of sex, feelings have grown in Liam, feelings he isn’t yet ready to acknowledge. Finally, it’s Saturday night again and time for Liam’s next dancing shift, but that also means Ryan has to fly back to L.A. in the morning. Before he leaves, Ryan has a proposal for Liam, one that threatens to change his life—for better or for worse.

Go-go boy Lance has been crushing on Liam for months, since before he started working at Club 21. It’s been torture sitting on the sidelines, watching Liam and Ryan’s evolving escapade. With Ryan leaving New York and heading home, Lance sees his opportunity to take the leap and make Liam his, but will he take it? Or will he end up living in regret over a love that could’ve been but failed because he was too scared to believe in it?

Ken, the slut of the group, is on the prowl, but tonight’s quest for domination will take him by surprise when a stranger helps ignite a new spark in an old relationship. The lights go down, the music throbs, and the heat rolls off a crowd of leering men. For Liam, Lance, and Ken, this is a night when everything they thought they knew about love and lust will change.

Sexy Vibes is a 15,000-word novella.

Now that no one was in the corridor of the hotel, I stopped trying to hide my boner. I rushed down the hall, the same as I’d done every night this week, to room 1239. I knocked on the door.

“Just a second,” a voice called from inside. That voice. That deep and masculine voice that came from the hottest man I’d ever fucked—the hottest man I’d ever met.

My already-hard cock stiffened more. I’d seen him only a few hours ago, but I had to go to my day job at the bookstore—the longest shift of my life. I couldn’t wait to get inside, rip off all my clothes, and get on all fours on his bed.

My heart skipped a few beats when I heard the lock click and the door opened just a crack.

Ryan.

He had trimmed his facial hair down to just a trace of sexy stubble. He glanced up the corridor to ensure no one else was around then stepped back, swinging the door wide open.

Good God, he was in nothing but his underwear. His chest and abs were covered in defined muscles and dusted with sexy hair.

“Hi,” I said.

He stood aside to let me pass. “Come in.”

His bulge strained against the hot pink cotton of his too-tight briefs. I’d seen all of him before, but seeing his cock concealed like this made it all exciting again.

Ryan was a former porn star, Jeremy Caber, and his body definitely showed it. He had the hot daddy look down to a T—tanned skin, beefy chest, hair sprawled across his pecs, and a monster cock.

I was sure to rub against him when I slipped past. I shrugged off my jacket, letting it fall to the floor. With a quick glance around the room, I catalogued the past week by the places we’d fucked. Sunday was the bed (twice), Monday was the chair by the window, Tuesday was the leather reclining office chair, Wednesday was the shower—or wait, that was Thursday and Wednesday. Friday was the bed again, and the shower, and the balcony door, then at midnight, after taking me out for ribs he folded me up on the carpet right in front of the coffee table, ripped my pants down, and pounded me like a wild dog in heat—he even growled when he blasted his hot load in my guts...fuck I could come just thinking about that. Friday was my day off from the bookstore and I’d spent the whole day with Ryan.

Today was Saturday and I knew exactly where it was going to happen this time. I met Ryan’s eyes and rushed across the room. I collided with his solid bulk and he wrapped his strong arms around me. I brought my mouth up to his and kissed him, tentatively at first, and then with deeper lust. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I tasted him. The faint tang of whiskey was on his breath again, just like always...it drove me wild. I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling his muscles, his strength.

Ryan scooped me up and set me down at the edge of the bed. “Fuck, I’ve missed you, Liam.”

He undid my jeans and pulled them down my legs, slipping off my socks with them. I propped myself up on my elbows and bit my lip as he brought his mouth tantalizingly close to my crotch, his breath hot on my bulge. I pushed my hips up, desperate for contact with his mouth, my cock tingling.

He teased me. Ryan’s mouth drifted upward, so close to touching—to kissing—my body, but it never did. His breath heated my skin, moved up over my waistband as he pushed up the hem of my shirt. His tongue finally touched me, circling my navel, pressing in, the touch like blazing fire.

I gasped and arched my back. “Oh, God, Ryan. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good. This is how I feel every minute I’m with you.” He bit one of my nipples and I whimpered, dropping my head back and grinding my cock against his abs.

Ryan pulled my shirt over my head, but before I could slip out of it, he pulled it tight across my face, trapping my arms. I shivered when he dug his tongue into my pits. It felt so good—fuck, it drove me crazy. I bucked my hips up and my hard cock met his, our cotton-clad shafts grinding together.