Sunday, April 20, 2014
Is it Summer Yet? blog hop
Queer Town Abbey is hosting a blog hop of special summer memories called "Is it Summer Yet?" There's a bunch of awesome prizes to win!
“Two Waters” Beach is very close to my heart.
The beach is real. The sand bar is real. And yes, what is written about it has definitely happened! The rocky promontory and cliffs are all real.
The beach has been the scene of some absolutely awesome vacations. It’s no wonder at all that people like Seth (“Summer Sizzle”) absolutely insisted on going there for their vacation, too.
The beach is a mile-long stretch of pristine sand. The ocean is shallow at low tide to the sandbar, a couple hundred yards offshore, then very deep the other side of it. At high tide it’s a challenging swim out the sandbar, and even then a short person would still need to remain standing on it. But at low tide, ah, at low tide or mid-tide the sandbar invites all sorts of wicked thoughts. And actions.
Blurb “Summer Sizzle”
Craig and Seth are both on holidays at Two Waters beach. The lust between them is instant and fiercely hot. Sex at the beach, in the woods, in the sauna… When they take a break from having sex they discover they have many interests in common and begin to build a relationship outside the bedroom.
Their romance is interrupted when Seth is called back to the school where he teaches, for a staff meeting about an unexpected school consolidation. Seth is shattered when he and most of his colleagues find themselves suddenly unemployed. His well-ordered life has come to a crashing halt, along with his vacation—and perhaps his romance.
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WARNING PG 13 MM Excerpt
Oh. My. God. Yum. Yum. Yum.
Craig Darnell surreptitiously ran his hand across his mouth to check he wasn’t drooling at the totally delicious man in miniscule swimwear who was bent over arranging his beach towel on the sand not ten yards away. His skin was very tanned so maybe he’d been here on vacation for a while already. Or maybe he lives here. His shoulders were broad and muscular as if he worked out a lot or had a physical job. His hair was very dark, almost black, but not a blue-black, rather a deep, deep brown-black. And it was a little long, just touching his collar. Well, it would be touching his collar if he was wearing one. Fortunately his body was almost completely bare—just that teeny tiny piece of fabric hiding what looked like an impressive package.
Oh my God, he’s delicious. Perfect in every way.
Craig wiggled a bit to ease the pressure inside his swimwear, which had suddenly become very tight.
The other man kneeled, then stretched out on his towel, face down, his head resting on his crossed forearms.
Oh God, what an ass. Muscular, almost flat but just slightly rounded.
Craig’s cock grew and twitched some more, his Prince Albert barbell rubbing along his swimsuit in a very erotic way. “Likely should have worn board shorts,” he muttered, wriggling some more. But oh God, I want inside that luscious ass.
Craig spread his legs wider apart, trying to give his cock a bit more room. He considered taking his straw hat off and dropping it over his crotch but that would just make his arousal even more obvious to anyone watching him. Except that there wasn’t anyone else around at this end of the beach. He’d deliberately walked down to the end of it, almost to the cliffs, to have peace and privacy. Not that he was complaining about Mr. Totally Delicious who’d appeared nearby. Oh no. Mr. Totally Delicious was the stuff of wet dreams and Craig was happy to look at him and share the sand with him. Sharing a bed with him would be even better! God, he’s hot.
Craig closed his eyes and played back the sight of him spreading out his towel. Nope, there was no sign of a ring on his hand. He was too far away to see if there was a line around his finger where he’d taken a ring off though. And of course no way of knowing if he was gay. But Craig was pretty experienced at sensing a person’s sexual preferences and this man screamed gay to him.
God, I hope I’m right. But how do I walk up to him and say, “I want to fuck you”?
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