Hank's Turn ... Anthologies Galore and Vampires In Your Face!

Happy Monday Story Orgiasts! Hank here again, helping your Monday a little less Monday-ish. First and foremost … HOLY CRAP IT'S AUGUST 19!!! Where in the Sam Hill did summer scurry off to? *Ahem* Now that I've finished with that little outburst, I'd like to take this time to let you know that I have a book releasing this week. STAKES & SPURS - VENOM VALLEY BOOK TWO will be available exclusively at Wilde City Press on Wednesday, August 21. This is the publisher re-release and, yes, the MAJOR CLIFFHANGER at the end of the first book, COWBOYS & VAMPIRES - VENOM VALLEY BOOK ONE, is answered within the first chapter. Would I leave you hanging too long? :)

I am working hard on finishing the third book in the series, BLOOD & STONE - VENOM VALLEY BOOK THREE, and it will be available by the end of the year. Stay tuned for more details about that release date and cover reveal. Also, on the Story Orgy front, we will have three (THREE!) anthologies releasing in the next six months for you.

First up, Lee, Havan, Em, and I coerced, err, invited, Angel Martinez and Silvia Violet to join us in an anthology coming soon from Total E-Bound titled Mixed Tape Anthology. Each of our stories took inspiration from a song released in the 1950s which had been suggested by a number of our Story Orgiasts. Look for this collection in October, and just to whet your appetite, here's a lovely cover image. Hot, hot, hot!

And we wouldn't want you to end your year without a little Christmas cheer from your Story Orgy writers. We'll be releasing an anthology of our Christmas Flash stories, so try not to be naughty, or if you just can't help yourself, at least be really, really good at it.

Finally, in the cold months of winter, long about Valentine's Day, we'll be releasing AND THE PROMPT IS… BAD BOYFRIEND. We all took a bad boyfriend type (The Cheater, The Cheapskate, The Mama's Boy, etc.) and wrote a romantic story for you to shake your fists at and, ultimately, give a happy sigh at the end.

Now, without further ado, here's the blurb and an excerpt for Stakes & Spurs - Venom Valley Book Two. Grab the reins, dig in your heels, and hold on tight, it's going to be one hell of a ride!

STAKES & SPURS - VENOM VALLEY BOOK TWO

By Hank Edwards

Available August 21, 2013 from Wilde City Press

Blurb:
Dex Wells, former deputy of the prairie town of Belkin's Pass, wakes to the sound of screaming. He is chained inside a cave, prisoner of the powerful vampire Balthazar. The vampire holds Dex as bait, hoping to lure Dex's lover, Josh Stanton, into the caves and capture him. Balthazar senses something different about Josh, but what that difference is he can't quite tell.

Josh Stanton can raise the dead. It's a power he's always had within him, and something he's considered a curse. Now, however, he's discovered that the risen dead can bite through vampire skin and bones. If he can just learn to control the power and, with it, the dead he's resurrected, he might be able to save his lover, Dex, from Balthazar's caves.

The arrival of two members of the US Army throw Josh's plans into disarray when they take him into custody for a murder he did not commit. Can Josh convince the Army men of the vampire threat? And can he save Dex before Balthazar turns him into a vampire as well?

Excerpt:
Taking a few steps down the cellar ladder, Josh looked up at the blacksmith. "Come down with me, let me show you. And bring that candle."

After Josh spent a few difficult minutes standing in the dark, rank root cellar alone, he was relieved to see Donegan's big boots clomp down the rungs of the ladder. The blacksmith had brought the candle, and he handed it over to Josh as his blue eyes darted from one shadowed corner to the other.

They found the bodies in the furthest corner from the ladder, stretched out on the dirt floor, awaiting sundown. Their skin was cold and pale, and their chests did not rise and fall with breath. Josh held his cross to the skin of a woman's hand where it sizzled and wisps of smoke drifted up. When he removed the cross, it left behind a black mark that made Donegan swallow hard.

"It burned her," Donegan whispered. "Like you said." He stared at the bodies laid out before them, and then looked at Josh. "What do we do now?"

"We have to drive a wooden stake into their hearts," Josh said.

"That's murder!" Donegan backed up toward the ladder. "You have truly lost your mind, Josh Stanton. First you shot Agnes, we all know that. And you might have killed Sheriff Haden and Deputy Underwood for all's I know."

"Donegan!" Josh called his name in a sharp voice, and the man stopped his retreat to glare at him. "If I was to put a stake in a living person's heart, what would happen?"

"They'd die!"

"But they'd bleed, too, right?" Josh held the candle out to him. "They'd bleed red blood and die, yes? Watch closely."

He turned back to the bodies and drew a stake from the bag he carried slung over his shoulder. Holding it over the chest of a man whose name he had never learned while the man had been living, Josh took a breath before bringing it down hard. The man's eyes opened, burning red coals of pure hatred. He grabbed at Josh as thick black blood bubbled and poured from his mouth, his lips pulled back from pointed fangs.

Josh scooted back from the mess of blood and filth as the man's arms dropped and his head thumped back to the dirt. His skin flaked away and his body crumbled in on itself as he turned to dust.

"Sweet Jesus," Donegan said.

"We have to kill as many of them as we can while the sun is up," Josh said. "Or they'll continue to create more vampires and we'll lose not just Belkin's Pass, but every town out to each coast."

Donegan took a breath and fixed Josh with a hard gaze. "I don't got a quarrel with you, Josh Stanton. And I never talked about you or your Momma behind your back like them other folks in town. I was all for giving you a chance to make a new life with Agnes when she took you in."

Josh nodded and wiped sweat from his forehead, wondering where Donegan was going with his speech. "I appreciate that, Donegan."

"But hear me clear right now." Donegan held up a thick, dirty finger. "If you are lying to me, I will turn you in to the law as fast as I can. I don't know how you might be trickin' me here with all this, but mark my words good, if it's all a lie, if you drug me into committing sin with deception, I'll take what blame I have comin' to make sure you get justice. We understood?"

A respect for the blacksmith prevented Josh from laughing at the man. Donegan had been through a lot, most folks in town knew he had drank and laid with whores plenty until a few months ago. No one knew why he suddenly changed his ways, and Josh knew now was not the right time to ask.

"I understand," Josh said. "And it's no trick, I swear. Sometimes I wish to God it was."

Donegan nodded. "All right then, let's get this done."

~~ * ~~

Whew, gives me shivers myself reading it again, and I wrote it! Jump on over to Wilde City Press this Wednesday and grab a copy for yourself. The email sent after your order is completed will contain a variety of formats perfect for Kindle, Nook, or iPad. Get it while it's hot and find out if Josh can rescue Dex before Balthazar turns him into a vampire and prepare yourself for the third book releasing later this year, BLOOD & STONE.

Happy Monday!

And let the babble begin...

Woo Hoo—Havan here...hehe

My turn to wow you, but I think I'm all out of that magic wow'g powder that you have to order off of e-bay in mass bulk...so I'll try for a couple minutes of babbling instead...because I can do babble...lmao

Well, I've been seriously busy trying to get an old fave SO book of mine finished...maybe a few of you will remember a character of mine named Jude? Yep, I'm working on getting Judging Jude out to you all—seriously giving it an overhaul and you should see the new ending to it...it even made me—um you'll have to wait for that *winks*.

(um...now would be a GREAT time to thank a certain special someone for his patience with me and this darn story...lol)

But in thinking about Jude – I can't help but be all hip-hip-hooray for a few other stories the Story Orgy put out that are getting their time in the spotlight!

Both Em Woods and Lee Brazil have books either just released or available for pre-order...so let the pimping start! *winks*

Lee Brazil's nod to the SO that just got released...AND...is already a best-seller at ARe is His Admirer...

 And Em's release will be available in September, but you can pre-order it now—Harper's Discovery...added to and re-edited with a shiny new cover too!

Now, if you are feeling nostalgic for the Story Orgy here are two (almost three lol) ways to help ya – we always aim to please...and hell, sometimes when we don't aim we still please...*innocent grin*

Hope to see you all back here again next Monday

*waves*

Missing Madeline...

Good Monday morning, friends! Hank here, filling in for JR Boyd this time around. I've got a special treat for all you zombie fans out there. Havan and Lee challenged me to write a flash fiction piece based on the photo below. Havan mentioned zombies and I took the idea and ran with it. So, as a pre-cursor to my upcoming release from Wilde City Press Stakes & Spurs - Venom Valley Book Two, I'm posting it here to share with all of you!

We've got some fun stuff planned for you the last half of the year in Story Orgy land (ville? topia?). We're finishing up a fun anthology filled with never before seen stories, all written around the concept of bad boyfriends (and who amongst us hasn't had one or two of those in their past, am I right?). And we're also planning to release an anthology of Christmas themed flash fiction pieces later this year, so be sure you're nice while you're being naughty so you aren't left off Santa's list. ;-)

Now, without further ado, enjoy something creepy crawly and slightly sexy. You can thank Havan and Lee for the nightmares.

Missing Madeline

by Hank Edwards

(c) 2013

Scott stood with his back against the brick wall. He listened to the shuffle of feet just outside the alley

and watched the long shadows stagger past. The sounds had been the worst part of the zombie apocalypse at first, but not anymore. Scott had come to realize the smell was the worst part. He could deal with the moaning and shuffling, the click and scrape of fingernails that kept on growing as every other part rotted away. But the smell was definitely worse.

He'd thought coming back to his hometown just outside Toledo had been a good idea. But his parents' house had been in ruins. He'd taken hope that they had survived long enough to flee by the evidence of packed suitcases. Scott had scavenged a few mementos—some photos and keepsakes—and shown them to Troy in the quiet hours they spent together. Talking about the past, the good times with family, seemed to calm Troy down. He'd been a mess when Scott had found him on campus, and though they'd only been seeing other a couple of weeks, Scott had felt protective of the man.

And the fact that Troy was incredibly handsome and well-hung didn't hurt, either. If you're going to live through a zombie apocalypse, you might as well be getting some, and getting it good.

The herd of undead ambled off along the street and Scott let out a quiet breath. He gave the zombies another five minutes before he reached down and picked up the backpack stuffed with supplies. Things were getting more scarce, they'd have to consider moving soon. Maybe find a car—plenty to choose from—and head down south for the winter.

He hustled, ducked, and darted back to the luxury hotel where they had established their latest home. A clot of zombies staggered around the middle of an intersection, and Scott crept around them, distracting himself with thoughts of Troy. He thought about touching the man, sucking him, feeling Troy's hard length push inside him, and the way it left Scott stretched wide and filled with cum.

Second best thing about a zombie uprising: nobody used condoms.

Using the old throw-a-rock trick, Scott sent the zombies staggering off away from the hotel's back entrance then slipped inside the dark, cool back hallway.

Up in the penthouse, the smell of death was strong, and Scott checked to see if Troy had opened windows, but they were sealed shut. Scott figured the smell had gathered in his clothes and up his nose.

"Troy?" Scott called. "You here?"

Troy walked quickly out of the hall leading to the two bedrooms, his smile wide and eyes flashing with excitement. "Hi honey!"

Scott frowned. Troy hadn't been handling his family's gruesome fate well, but this demeanor was a new level of crazy.

"Hi. You okay?" Scott asked, a little nervous to hear Troy's reply.

"Uh huh, I'm great. I have a surprise for you."

A thump sounded from the end of the hall.

"What was that?" Scott asked, hand dropping to the handle of the gun at his waist.

"That's your surprise. Come see."

Scott followed Troy down the hall, his gaze dropping of its own will to the man's fine, rounded ass. He admitted to himself he was a little bummed to not find Troy wearing only an apron and cooking dinner like the last time he had come back from a run. But there was time, right? All the time in the world.

Troy stopped at the door to the second bedroom, the one where they stored clothes and the overflow of canned goods. He turned and smiled at Scott. "You know I've been missing my family."

A nervous flutter went through Scott's stomach. "Yeah."

"It really tore me up," Troy said, and his voice cracked as tears gathered in his eyes.

"Oh, honey." Scott started to step forward but Troy held up a hand.

"No, it's okay. I've come to terms with it."

Scott kind of doubted that, but he held his tongue.

"So when you've gone out on supply runs, I've been going out on investigative runs."

"Investigative runs?"

Troy nodded and the bright smile returned. "Uh huh. I've been tracking down someone special." He reached for the doorknob.

Scott wanted to make Troy stop. He wanted him to not open that door, to never open that door, and he wanted him to not be as crazy as he feared he already was. But Troy had already grabbed the doorknob and turned it.

The smell rushed out at him and Scott gagged and took a step back, covering his nose and mouth as his eyes watered. He squinted against the stench and then widened his eyes as he saw what Troy had done.

Scott's mother, Madeline, stood in the middle of their spare room. She had been chained by the ankle to the foot of the four poster bed and it kept her from reaching them as she lurched forward. Her eyes—once so blue—were clouded and held no spark of recognition. Her teeth were stained and a deep gash marred the right side of her face.

Her right arm had been torn off, leaving the sleeve of her lightweight sweater—a sweater Scott had given her for her birthday two years ago—dangling at her side.

"I invited your Mom for dinner!" Troy said, and Scott was terrified by what he now realized was a gleam of psychosis in the man's eyes.

"She seems real nice," Troy said, looking back at Madeline who still tried to get to them, bite them, eat them. He winked at her and then turned to whisper to Scott, "I think she likes me."

~~ END ~~

Well, Story Orgy friends and fans, I hope you enjoyed my little undead treat on this last Monday of July. Come back next week when another Story Orgy member will leave you a little treat. I hope you have a great work week and a fantastic start to the month of August. I'll be back in another six weeks with some more tantalizing goodies. Until then, be safe and be kind to each other.

His Admirer: Last Year's Prompt Story Set To Make A New Appearance!

His Admirer is newly edited, revised and expanded for publication! 

It should be available at ebook sellers everywhere  in early August. 

So How about a quick peak at the revised version of Zeke and Gabe's story?

Chapter One

"Battle: Salmon!" Kenji Fukui had just announced the ingredient in the first ever Iron Chef battle, when the familiar yet unexpected rap came on my door. Typically, my traitorous heart pounded, and anticipation stirred. It had to be Gabe, with that silly patterned knock.

I jumped off the couch and smiled weakly at my sister. "Um…"

She frowned at me. "Zeke? Is that him? I thought we were gonna hang out tonight?

Mindy and I were hardly dressed for company. She'd been home all summer, and we'd scarce spent any time together. Tonight was supposed to be for us, back to back episodes of our favorite campy television program, watching the judges gush over fish gut ice cream, and Ben and Jerry's by the tub.

We'd planned, plotted, and finagled for this night of twin bonding. Why the hell was Gabe banging on our door?

"Yeah. It's him. I…"

She waved a spoonful of Chunky Monkey in my direction. "Go. See what he wants, but if you're not back in before the end of the show, I'm going to eat the Chubby Hubby, too."

Mindy was great like that. "Thanks, Mindy. I swear, I did not double book on this night." The little excited pitter patter of my heart wouldn't let me be too mad at Gabe though. He was a busy guy, and I didn't see him as often as I'd like. The habit he'd developed lately of dropping by without notice, though, bothered me. On the one hand, I considered as I strolled to the front door, it meant he was comfortable and happy in our relationship, which I had to see as a plus.

On the other, it seemed that expecting me to be home and available without notice struck me as taking advantage. I didn't care for that at all.

I pulled open the front door and was assaulted by two completely different types of heat.

One was due to the late evening humidity and the high temperatures, but the other was all Gabe.

Tall, broad shouldered, thickly muscled, with his brilliant light blue eyes and, ummm, the scent of hard work clinging to him. The quirky little grin on his lips told me he'd noted my interest.

"Hey," I forced the words past my suddenly dry mouth. A drop of sweat beaded on his brow and I watched it trickle down his temple and into the faint stubble of his jaw.

"Hey, yourself." Gabe leaned forward and my vision blurred as he kissed me. I might have fallen on my ass if he hadn't held me up with his arm around my waist.

When did that happen? I chased his lips for another kiss, savoring the taste of man and mint and the mingled odors of outdoors and wood and sweat that comprised Gabe. No fancy cologne had ever done it for me like the natural smells that clung to Gabe after a day of work.

"Did, um…" My voice faded as he shifted his focus to nibble at my neck, tugging aside the neckline of my Dolce and Gabbana tee. It felt so damn good, the nip and suck of his mouth along my collarbone that I couldn't even bring myself to protest the potential ruination of my favorite designer wear. Closing my eyes, I let the sensations sweep through me, the rough caress of his stubbled jaw on my skin, the slick glide of his tongue.

"Zeke? I’m opening the Chubby Hubby!"

Mindy hollered from the back of the house, breaking the fog of lust that had begun to drown me. I pushed gently against Gabe's chest, shivering a little as the muscles bunched under my touch. He pulled back and smiled down at me, lips glistening, tempting me to toss aside the night I'd planned and dive right back into his mouth and the passionate interlude it promised. "Did we have plans?" Was that my voice, so deep and husky? If I could sound like that all the time I'd be a radio DJ not an aspiring chef.

"No, I finished up an installation at your neighbor around the block's place and thought I'd stop by on the off chance that you'd be here. When I saw the car in the drive I figured I'd stop."

I was mesmerized by the drops of water gliding down his nose and cheeks, by the flush on his skin and the sparkle in his eye. That was the only excuse I could think of for what happened next. Blinded by lust. "Come in. Mindy's here but we can go to my room."

The door swung shut behind him and he spun me around against the wall for another kiss. I couldn't help arching up into him, grinding my cock against his thigh in search of a little relief from the ache of need that had blossomed with the first sight of him.

"He gone now?" Mindy shouted again.

"Am I interrupting?" Gabe whispered against my lips.

I jerked back to reality with a crash. Gabe stared at me, a little frown between his brows. I rubbed it away with my thumb. "No," I called back. "You got your pants on? We're coming back there."

I grabbed Gabe's hand and half dragged him down the hall to the family room. "We were just cuddled  up back here eating ice cream and watching some Iron Chef," I explained.

"Okay." He accepted my assertion, but how would Mindy react?

She gave me a telling frown when I dragged Gabe into the room behind me. "Hey, Min. You don't mind if Gabe joins us, do you?"

The frown vanished to be replaced by a polite smile. "No, come on in." Mindy swung her bare legs off the couch and dropped the Chunky Monkey container on the coffee table. "In fact, since you're here to keep my baby brother company, I think I'll just go on back to my room and make a few phone calls."

"You don't have to do that, Mindy," I protested. "We only have a few weeks left before you go back."

She did that thing I hate where she flips her hair over her shoulder and acts dumb. "Yeah, but I got to call some people up there and make sure that everything is set for my apartment in the fall."

Having stripped off his t-shirt, Gabe slipped into the nest of blankets on the sofa and held an arm out to me. Mindy rolled her eyes and flounced down the hall. I let go of my disappointment at Mindy's exit and climbed into his lap. Tugging a blanket over us. Strangely enough, my parents insisted on running the air conditioning at a consistent seventy-two degrees all summer long, so no matter how hot it was outside, I always felt a bit of a chill inside. My pop said it was more economical, and he wasn't one to take into consideration the fact that I was freezing half the time, so I wore flannel pajama pants and a T-shirt for this lounge night.

"What are you watching?" Gabe was staring at the television with an expression of something akin to horror.

I glanced at the screen, where Morimoto was hacking the head off a huge salmon. "Classic Iron Chef. It's fantastic. Have you ever seen it? They make all this really beautiful food, using parts of the ingredient that we'd never use in America."

"Okay."

Seeing his lack of enthusiasm, I shrugged and settled myself closer against him. "It's DVR'ed. If you want to watch something else, the remote is on the table behind you. I've seen this a million times anyway."

His sigh of relief jostled me as I rested my cheek against his chest. When Gabe stretched back to reach behind for the remote, I nuzzled his arm pit, soaking up the scents of him, feeling my senses reel with the intensity of his presence. I blew out a breath and he jerked, grabbing my ass with one hand.

"That tickles!"

"I know." I licked a stripe down from his pit to his nipple and set about amusing myself as he switched the channel to something that sounded like football. The tangy salt of sweat and the underlying flavor of soap and Gabe's skin enticed me to continue.

Strong fingers combed through my hair, holding me in place as I took a lick of a taut brown nipple.

Sighing, Gabe pushed me closer, and I knew what he wanted. I sucked the nub into my mouth, flicked it with my tongue until his fingers clenched and he groaned. "Your sister?"

"She's not going to come back out here. That was her not so subtle way of telling me to get some when she left earlier." I tipped back and dragged my tongue up his Adam's apple, over his chin to settle my mouth against his again.

I licked and nibbled and teased until he took over the kiss, pressuring my mouth apart, crushing our lips together so he could plunge his tongue to the depths of my mouth. I sucked his tongue, rubbed against it with my own. We strained together, until I slowly became aware that I was humping against him furiously. Cock creating a wet spot on my pj's, lungs practically burning from lack of oxygen.

It was my turn to pull back, and he nearly refused to let me.

"Wait." I pushed upright, so I sat a stride his lean hips. Thrusting up, he brushed the ridge of his cock, straining at the zip of his jeans, against my crease. "Yeah, I want that," I murmured, pulling my T-shirt up over my head and tossing it to the side. "But I don't have anything in here."

His eyes nearly crossed, and his grip on my hips tightened. "We can go to your room, or you can lift off me so I can get my wallet out."

Hello everybody. It's me...JR Boyd. I certainly hope everybody had a safe and happy Father's Day weekend. It's hot here in Texas and I couldn't think of anything better for you than a hot and steamy story. So, I decided to rifle through my archives to kill two birds with one stone. One, I spared myself some time to spend with my daddy and my family. Two, I get the chance to share some of this Texas heat with you. I hope you enjoy it. It's one of my faves. Feel free to let me know what you think *wink*.

And without further ado...here's Digging Deep. 

Digging Deep

Shayne laughed as he closed his cell phone. “Apparently, you have made quite the impression on my brother, Dillon.”

“What do you mean, Mr. Standeven?” Dillon’s pace quickened as he tried to keep up with his long-legged senior.

Shayne turned to his intern. “My brother wants to go out with you. And, since we’re in town, I told him you would meet him this evening.”

“But, Mr. Standeven-” Dillon’s eyes widened, his voice two octaves higher than normal.

The archaeologist quickly changed the subject. “This is it. This is the site for our next dig.” Shayne let his satchel strap slide down his arm as he knelt to the ground.

“Mr. Standeven, I simply cannot-”

“This is the kind of dirt we will be working with.” Shayne tapped the hard ground with a rock. “As you can see, it’s going to take most near every tool and piece of equipment-”

“Damn it, Mr. Standeven! I am your intern. Not a callboy. You can’t just pimp me out to your brother like that. I don’t even know your brother.”

Shayne stood, his full height causing him to tower over Dillon. He placed a hand on Dillon’s shoulder and peered down into his eyes. “Dillon, please. I understand it may be awkward. But it’s not any more awkward for you than it is for me. My brother just wants to meet you. That’s all. And, frankly, I have a hard time talking about his sexuality with him. It felt good to be able to do this.”

Dillon dug the heel of his boot into the dry ground. “I can’t believe this.”

“Just meet him in town. That’s all I ask.”

“Alright. But you owe me, Mr. Standeven.” Dillon eyed his boss as the older man's focus shifted again to the dirt under their feet.

****

Dillon gazed into the evening sky as the sun sank behind the buildings. The hustle and bustle of the town square made his head swim. With drifting thoughts, Dillon barely noticed the lights come on as the downtown lamp post cast its glow over him.

“Dillon? Dillon Ezparza?” The voice was as gentle as a breeze rustling through a field of wheat.

The sexy voice drew Dillon from his trance. He blinked once, brought the other man into focus as he extended his hand between them.  “Nathan Standeven…” Dillon smiled. “What a delight it is to finally meet you.” Dillon looked him over and what he saw caused his cock to throb against his jeans.

“I do believe the pleasure is mine.” Nathan’s face lit up with joy.

Dillon’s attraction for Nathan took him totally off guard. Ogling the full length of his date’s body, Dillon knew he couldn't hide what he was thinking. Holy shit. He’s hot!

Right there in front of the movie theater, uncaring of who watched, Nathan cupped Dillon’s jaw settling his mouth over Dillon’s. Dillon welcomed Nathan’s tongue as it slid past his parted lips. Coffee. He tastes like coffee and chocolate.

Dillon groaned into his lover’s mouth. “I need you. Right now.”

Dillon led his boss’s brother to his van, clamoring in a twist of arms and legs to the bench seat in the back. He meshed his rigid cock with Nathan’s as moans filled the van.

Nathan grunted, reached for Dillon’s shirt. “Too many clothes.”

Fueled by desire and the scent of hot flesh, Dillon stripped quickly, his cock throbbing with the mix of cool night air and Nathan sans clothing. When Nathan lifted off the seat to shove his pants down his legs, Dillon gripped his hips and flipped Nathan over. He spread Nathan’s ass cheeks and slathered the alluring manhole with his wet tongue.

But only for a minute. Nathan had something else in mind.

“Turn around here and let me taste that fat cock of yours.” Nathan ordered, pulling away to lay on his back across the seat.

A final flick over Nathan’s asshole, and Dillon turned around and straddled his lover’s face. Dillon swiped his hard cock across Nathan’s moist lips as he took great pleasure in gulping down the well-endowed prick that danced before him.

Unable to control himself any longer, Dillon rocked his hips forward. Dillon felt Nathan’s throat tighten around his prick. Sounds of slurping and gagging spurred Dillon’s craving for satisfaction.

Nathan’s ability to deep throat sent Dillon’s eyes rolling back and made him yearn for even more of his date’s cock in his throat.

Gasping for a quick breath of air, Nathan cried out. “Fuck my face, baby. Shove that cock!”

Nathan’s fingers dug into Dillon’s ass cheeks. And at the same time, he also received another few inches of dick in his throat.

With a final thrust of his cock and plunge of his mouth, Dillon ensured both cocks were buried deep. Muffled moans filled the van as lust washed over the backs of their throats.

Dillon swallowed one last time then turned around. He grinned, loving the sparkle in Nathan’s pretty blue eyes. “This show is playing tomorrow night too.”

~The End~

Did you read that book?

 

Ahem… *straightens and tries to act cool* Hello, Jade’s here. I hope everybody’s doing well. As for me… well, I have a confession to make… *breathes deeply* I totally forgot that I was the one to post this week. I know, I’m not proud of myself. Fortunately, my beautiful yang was there for me and reminded me yesterday that I was supposed to post something today. Then I spent the whole night trying to figure out what I could talk to you about.

 

I have to tell you, I’ve been very busy translating, and I didn’t do much more lately. I only take a break during my breakfast and read a book (not a whole book, I don’t have that kind of time, but little by little…) Anyway, I’m re-reading a series right now, and I decided to have you guess which book it is, along with the author of course. Now, there’s nothing to win since I don’t have any book to share, so it’s only for the pleasure of it. (And no, it's not from any of the Story Orgy's writer.)

Ready? Here we go:

 

 

“Ask me,” Phillip demanded. “Ask me what I like.”

“What,” Jonathan stumbled as Phillip licked at his skin again, “what do you like?” He sounded as if he had run all the way from Edinburgh. He knew he should be embarrassed, but God he was enjoying every moment of Phillip’s torture. How he had longed to be on the receiving end of it all the times he had seen Phillip fuck a woman.

“I like your body.” Phillip pressed his nose against Jonathan’s arm and ran it down until he breathed deeply of the scent in Jonathan’s armpit. “I like the way you smell, especially now, musky from fucking all night and ready to fuck again. I love how muscular you are, how dark and sinful you look.” He paused and pulled away to look down. Slowly his hands came back down to rest against Jonathan’s stomach. Jonathan followed his look, watched his own stomach muscles contract at the sensual touch. He stopped breathing as he watched Phillip’s hand smooth down until it covered his cock. “But I love this best—your magnificent cock. For so many years I’ve watched it grow to impossible lengths, and so quickly. God, you’re so quick to arouse, you walk around half-hard all the time. It’s been a constant torture for me, Jonathan. When you would strip and I’d watch you fuck it into a woman, I’d nearly spill my seed at the sight. When you brought yourself with your hand in my study not long ago, did you know I was doing the same under the desk? The sight of you masturbating made me come so hard, when I cried out your name pretending to be Maggie, it was really me, Jonathan. I came with your name on my lips.”

“Phillip,” Jonathan moaned, his head twisting against the wall as Phillip began to rub his cock through the thin cloth separating them.

Phillip leaned back in but didn’t remove his hand from Jonathan’s cock. The resulting pressure made Jonathan groan and thrust into him. Phillip took his mouth tenderly, the thrust of his tongue matching the glide of his hand. Jonathan’s hands fisted where they still rested against the wall. He could stand it no longer and lowered his arms, once again ramming his hands into Phillip’s hair. Phillip broke the kiss.

Phillip was breathing heavily, as heavily as Jonathan. “Do you know what I’d really like, Jonathan?” he whispered against his lips. “What I’ve imagined doing countless times? I want to suck it, Jonathan. I want to take the whole great length of that beautiful cock into my mouth and I want to suck it hard, and lick your balls and swallow you, every drop that I wring from it. That’s what I’m going to do, Jonathan.”

A sob tore from Jonathan’s mouth as he felt Phillip restlessly tear open the buttons on his breeches. Phillip stepped back and pushed the now open garment down over Jonathan’s hips, exposing Jonathan’s long, thick cock, nearly purple with arousal. “Every time I watched a woman go down and suck this, I was insanely jealous. My mouth watered just imagining it. Now it’s mine, Jonathan.”

Jonathan had been looking down at his own cock, but at Phillip’s words his head fell back against the wall with an audible thunk. Phillip glanced up in surprise. “Are you all right?” he asked.

“I will be if you mean what you say,” he said weakly.

Phillip laughed, the sound more seductive than humorous. “Oh I mean it.” He lowered himself to his knees in front of Jonathan, and Jonathan could hardly stand. His knees went weak with desire at the sight of Phillip getting ready to suck his cock.

 

So? Hot isn’t it? I know, I could have given you more, but I can’t copy and paste the whole book, now can I?

I hope you enjoyed it.





 

Memorial Day Flashback - Cram Night by Hank Edwards

Good Memorial Day Monday everyone! Hank Edwards here, and it's my turn up at bat for the Story Orgy weekly post ... and damned if I didn't forget about it last night! Too much three day weekend celebrating, apparently!

Anyway, since it's Memorial Day, I thought I'd not only give thanks and appreciation to the veterans who have fought and sacrificed for our country, but also post an oldie but a goodie. This is a short based on one of the photos that lovely Jade found for us before the Internet went on a photo copyright lock down. So I won't post the photo, but I'll post my story. It's also set in a college frat house, and since a lot of colleges have already or are going through finals right now, it seemed appropriate, yes?

I hope you all are having a great weekend, are safe and with those you love, and you enjoy the story.

Cram Night

by Hank Edwards

(c) June 2011

Advanced Biology sucked.

Ash thumped his forehead down onto the text book opened before him and let out a deep sigh. He was going to fail this midterm exam, and then he would fail the final (cumulative, of course), and then he would need to figure out a new major… again!

“It’s tough, isn’t it?”

The deep voice brought Ash’s head up fast and he found himself looking along the tall, strong body of none other than Mike Sutton, up and coming baseball star.

Ash blinked up at him and heard a “Huh?” come out of his mouth before he could stop it.

Mike grinned. “Advanced Biology. It’s a bitch. May as well be written in Taiwanese.” He pulled out the chair across from Ash and sat down. “Mike Sutton.”

Ash nodded, staring in dumfounded amazement at the gorgeous man before him.

Mike’s grin widened to a smile. “And you’re Ashton Bancroft, right?”

“Ash,” he corrected automatically, and blushed. “Sorry. My friends call me Ash.”

“Well, good to know I’m considered a friend.”

Ash looked around the library at the students studying around them. No one was paying them any attention, all were absorbed in their own studying nightmares. He turned back to Mike and said, “We’ve never talked before, but I’ve seen you. I mean, in class, of course, and, you know, in the dorm.”

Mike nodded and gestured to the book. “How’s the studying coming?”

Ash grimaced. “Not well.”

“Want to team up and cram together?”

The image that popped into Ash’s mind had nothing to do with studying and a lot to do with biology, and before he knew it, he was nodding.

“Let’s go back to my dorm room,” Mike suggested as he stood up and towered over Ash, the table, and pretty much everything else in the library. “My roommate’s spending the night with his girlfriend so we won’t be interrupted.”

Ash jumped to his feet and nearly dropped his text book and notebook in his haste to gather up his belongings and stuff them in his back pack. He grabbed his iPod and hurriedly wound the ear buds around the device, all the while trying to hide the bulge of his erection behind the back of the chair where he’d been sitting.

As they walked across campus, passing through the lengthening shadows of buildings and trees in the setting sun, Mike asked Ash what kind of music he listened to. Ash blushed, but admitted his love for jazz and big band music. Mike pulled an impressed face and nodded.

“I would not have guessed that,” Mike said. “I’m even more intrigued.”

Ash let that comment pass. He had too much to do, what with controlling his hard on and not letting out his usual donkey bray of a nervous laugh whenever he was around an attractive man, to dwell on what “intrigued” meant to Mike Sutton.

Before Ash knew it, they were walking into Mike’s dorm room. The place was small with two single beds on either side of the room, two desks, and posters of bikini clad women posed on kegs, sports teams, and concerts. It was also incredibly warm, like, sauna warm.

“Wow,” Ash gasped. “It’s hot in here.”

Mike closed the door and immediately stripped off his polo shirt to expose his tanned, muscular, hair-covered torso. “Yeah, we’re up here on the top floor and get hit with the afternoon sun so we roast.” He strode to the single window and cranked it open. “Nice in the winter, but fucking tough in the summer. My roommate and I usually walk around in our underwear all the time.” Mike turned to looked at Ash. “You going to be okay studying up here?”

Ash dragged his gaze from the dark nubs of Mike’s nipples sitting high on the firm, round swells of his pecs, to the man’s clear green eyes and gulped as he felt a drop of sweat rolled down the side of his face. “Yeah. Sure. Fine. Great.”

“Care if I strip down?” Mike unfastened the button of his jeans and raised his eyebrows, a half grin tipping up one side of his mouth.

Ash felt his head swing side to side as if of its own volition.

The jeans fell down Mike’s strong, sturdy, tree trunk sized legs, and he stood before Ash in a pair of white briefs that stretched across the length of his erection.

“I’m a bit of an exhibitionist,” Mike admitted with an adorable blush and a shrug. “So I get kind of turned on when I strip in front of someone.”

Holy fucking shit, he’s beautiful. Ash swallowed past a lump of lust in his throat and heard himself say, “I get turned on when you strip in front of me, too.”

 “Yeah?” Mike’s eyes dropped to the bulge in Ash’s jeans. “Prove it.”

Two balls of sweat raced down the side of Ash’s face as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt (why the fuck did he wear a fucking button down shirt to the fucking library?) until he finally peeled it off to expose his own smooth and firm chest. He kicked off his shoes and then pushed down his jeans to stand before Mike Sutton (Mike fucking hot Sutton!) in just his own bulging briefs and socks.

“You’re pretty hot, Ash,” Mike said and reached down to clutch his erection through his briefs. “Hotter than I’ve thought.”

“You—You’ve thought about me?” Ash asked.

Mike’s expression turned serious and he stepped toward Ash. “How about we talk later? Right now, we need to better understand Advanced Biology.”

The touch of Mike’s lips sent tingles burning along hundreds of thousands of Ash’s nerve endings. He didn’t know if it was the kiss, the temperature of the dorm room, or both that made his head spin, but he didn’t care. He went willingly as Mike pulled him up against his tanned, muscular body. The brush of Mike’s chest hair raised gooseflesh on his sweat-damp skin, and the long timber of Mike’s cock ground against Ash’s, pushing a groan up from somewhere deep in his chest.

“I’ve been watching you for a long time,” Mike said between kisses.

“Me?” Ash managed to say.

“Oh yeah.” Mike pulled back and, holding Ash’s face between his large, warm palms, looked into his eyes. “I like quiet, mellow guys like you, with a tight, smooth body.” Another kiss and Mike’s hands slid beneath the waistband of Ash’s briefs to grab each of his ass cheeks and squeeze.

Moments later, their briefs were kicked aside and cocks sprang out toward each other, slapping together like swords. Ash wrapped fingers around Mike’s shaft and caught the man’s moan in an open-mouthed kiss. The cock (so fucking big!) pulsed in his hand as Ash stroked it, spreading the slick pre-cum down the shaft from the meaty head.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Mike said and took Ash’s dick in his big hand.

They kissed and stroked each other for a bit, until Ash felt himself getting close and pulled his hips back so his cock slipped from Mike’s hand. He kissed the man again, then got on his knees, trying not to think (this is Mike-fucking-Sutton I’m about to suck!) as he opened wide and put his mouth around Mike’s cock. The salty tang of sweat and the sharp zest of pre-cum burst across his tongue like fireworks.

“Oh, yes,” Mike said after a gasp. “Fuck yeah, suck my cock.”

Ash closed his eyes and followed orders. He wrapped one hand around the base of Mike’s shaft and tugged on his balls (he fucking shaves his balls, oh my God, I’m about to come myself!) as he sucked him hard and fast. Mike leaned back, hands fisted by his tight, muscular thighs and sweat running down his chest.

“I’m close, but not yet,” Mike gasped. “Ash, stop.”

Reluctantly, Ash slowed down and then let the rock hard prick fall from between his bruised lips. He looked up along Mike’s body and met his intense green-eyed gaze.

“I want to suck you,” Mike said and reached down to grab Ash beneath his arms, fingers digging into the damp hollows of his armpits as he pulled him to his feet. “Over here, on my bed.”

Mike pulled down the sheets of the bed beneath the concert and sports posters (no big breasted bikini wearing women for him) and stretched out on his side. “Let’s sixty-nine.”

Ash took a moment to drink in the sight of the man: all six-foot-five inches (had to be) of varsity baseball muscle, with size eleven (at least!) feet and a dick to match.

“You lay with your face by my dick and we’ll suck each other,” Mike explained, obviously taking Ash’s hesitation for naivete about what was involved in the position he had suggested.

“Yeah, I know about the position,” Ash said. “I was just looking at you for a moment.”

“Look later,” Mike said and reached down to stroke the long, hard length of his dick. “I’m ready to blow.”

That was all Ash needed to hear. He lay on his side with his feet under Mike’s pillow (Mike sleeps on that pillow and my feet are under it!) and again put his mouth over the hard, hot slab of meat. Mike grabbed Ash’s dick at the root and took his whole length in one swallow. A burst of light seemed to explode behind Ash’s eyelids and his body bucked at the damp, tight heat of Mike’s mouth on him.

Ash had had his cock sucked once before, but not like this. Back home, behind the single screen movie theater in his one-flashing-stoplight town, he and Gary White had one night exchanged blow jobs. Gary’s technique had been much different (worse, it had been a lot worse) than Mike’s, and now Ash understood what the big deal was when other guys talked about blow jobs.

And the best part was, Mike Sutton’s cock didn’t taste like Old Spice aftershave like Gary’s had. Ash still didn’t know what that was about, and he really didn’t care.

The slurp and stroke of their shared sucking brought each of them to a quick climax. Ash was the first to go, feeling the familiar spark and tingle start deep in his gut and then zip up the length of his dick. He huffed out a breath and grunted a warning, thinking Mike would take him out of his mouth. But the man surprised him by clamping his lips tighter around the shaft and taking his cock deep into his throat.

Ash thought he heard the wet pop of his first shot even though his cock was buried deep in Mike’s throat. As Mike nursed the cum from his cock, Ash sucked Mike’s prick harder, hungrier. A deep, animal grunt was the only warning he had before Mike’s dick bucked against his tongue and then his mouth was filled with hot, thick cum. Ash savored the biting taste of it, swirled it around Mike’s cock where it laid hard and hot along his tongue, then let it slide down his throat.

Like oysters, only better because it’s fucking gorgeous Mike Sutton’s cum!

Mike sat up, his amazing abs tightening as he reached to pull Ash toward him for a cum-swapping kiss.

“I knew you’d be hot in bed,” Mike said.

“To be honest, I never thought I would be,” Ash replied.

Mike raised an eyebrow and Ash’s cock twitched.

“You haven’t been with a man before?” Mike asked.

Ash shrugged and, feeling himself blush, looked down to where his hand rested on Mike’s thigh, amazed at how casual he was lying here nude with the man. “I gave and received a blow job before with a guy back home, but that’s all.”

Mike leaned in for another kiss and whispered in his ear, “Baby, you are so going to ace Advanced Biology.”


Whew! I hope you enjoyed today's walk down Memory Lane! Come back next week when Jade posts a little something something for your pleasure! Enjoy your Monday, Memorial Day or not, and I'll be seeing you!