Slippery When Wet Blog Hop


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Given the hop’s title, I naturally thought about water when it came to picking a topic. But just plain water wouldn’t do, so something water-related… and sexy… seemed more in order. That, of course, led me to deciding to present an excerpt from Coxswain All The Way which appears in my most recent collection Sophomore Season. Now I couldn’t do a post with just an excerpt and some promo…

So, since Coxswain All The Way is about rowing and there’s nothing sexier than rowers—except naked rowers—I have to give a shout out to the Warwick University Boat Club‘s (UK) senior men, who for the fourth year are presenting their Naked Rowers Calendar!

Warwick's Naked Rowers

Click the photo to visit their shop for calendars, photos, even video! Proceeds benefit not only the Boat Club, but also go towards fighting bullying and homophobia! And for those that like some naked girls, the Women’s team has done their own this year as well.

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Now for a clip from Coxswain All The Way:

Derek just happened to be riding through Kentucky in the passenger seat of Kevin Patterson’s stripped-down van with seven hunky guys sleeping behind him. With only two seats in the van—one for the driver and another for a passenger, the team took turns in them. At night, since they were driving nonstop, the navigator’s job was to keep himself and the driver awake.

Derek felt lucky not only to be part of an outstanding team but also to be sitting next to Mac, talking about everything and nothing while the rest of the boat slept. MacIntyre Davidson Holbrook was a sight to behold. At six feet three and 210 pounds with short blond hair in tight small curls, he would give Adonis a run for his money—blue-green eyes and little hair on his body only added to his advantages. His chest looked shaved—all the better probably to show off his awesome definition. Since they weren’t in the same dorm, Derek had only seen him in the showers after a couple of regattas. If his lax uncut dick was any indicator, he had a hefty piece between his legs.

Still early spring, the weather cooled off at night; with heading south the rowers anticipated the warmer climate, and their clothes had changed accordingly. Mac wore cut-off sweats, a D&G tee-shirt with the sides ripped out and his ever-present Vans. Since Mac sat twenty feet away from Derek in the “engine room” (the four seats in the middle of the 60-foot-long boat), the coxswain hadn’t developed as close a relationship with the rower as he had with Jake, the crew’s stroke, who sat only two feet or so in front of him. In fact, he and Mac had seldom talked about anything but crew. The night wore on, and they grew more comfortable with more than just small talk. The conversation moved from general banter to deeper but still impersonal things to more personal topics.

It was inevitable they’d eventually talk about sex.

The conversation began as a detached, almost academic, discussion. When they did get more specific, Mac used the word person, as in “I was really attracted to this person” rather than “I was really attracted to this girl.” This peculiar usage piqued Derek’s interest—he often said the same thing. He wondered if Mac’s motivation was the same as his.

I have to find out. But how?

The conversation lulled, and Derek steered the topics back to high school sports. After hearing about Mac’s prowess as a wrestler, Derek related his accomplishments in swimming and water polo.

With his bona fides established, he told Mac how he’d always admired wrestlers, especially their muscle mass. “It’s like those statues the Greeks and Michelangelo made. God, I wish I could develop a body like that!”

“There’s nothing wrong with your body.” Mac noted, “You’ve just gotta realize most of it’s genetic. You’ve got that lean, muscular swimmer’s build most people would kill for.”

Heat crawled up Derek’s neck, and he opened his window a bit. “Thanks.” Emboldened by Mac’s level-headed response, he decided to go out on a limb. “One of my motives for getting involved with crew was—“Uncertainty stuck in his throat as he nudged closer to the edge, and he coughed. “Was to be able to admire—at close range—such specimens of male anatomy, like…” Then he jumped off, “Like you.”

Mac had been animated up until then, but now he stared at the oncoming road, silent and pensive.

Derek’s pulse pounded in his head. Did I blow it?

He stared straight ahead as well, watching the white lines run through the headlights and under the van. “Sorry if I offended you, Mac. I hope you don’t think…” Derek struggled to find the words to argue—convincingly—he wasn’t queer. Quickly he glanced at Mac.

Lit by the green instrument lights, the rower’s handsome profile pulled at something in Derek’s chest. Facing forward, Derek peripherally saw Mac’s hand creep toward his crotch. He risked another peek at him. For an instant their eyes met before Mac’s hand quickly returned to the wheel, leaving behind a tent in his sweats!

That was the green light Derek had been hoping for.

Unbuckling his seat belt, Derek shifted to face Mac, who when he heard the click looked over, his eyes wide and fearful. The rest of the boat slept on the floor behind them. Mac glanced at the rear-view mirror, terror at being discovered quivering along every lovely muscle.

“Take it easy, Mac,” Derek whispered. “They’re all asleep. You know we both want the same thing. I think you’re one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen and just want to make you feel good and have some fun at the same time.”

Squirming around, Derek knelt on the floor and reached across the engine cover toward his prize. Before grabbing it though, he decided to check out the rest of Mac. He stretched a hand into the loose top and ran his palm over Mac’s stomach. Silken skin covered the rower’s washboard abs. His fingers scaled that magnificent torso, eventually reaching his pecs. With an elbow resting against Mac’s cock, Derek’s fingers traced the sharp definition between his firm pecs and his abs. Mac inhaled sharply but maintained control of the van. On their pass across his chest, the wandering fingers touched his left nipple. He exhaled with a sigh. Small and hard, the nub was quite sensitive. A tentative index finger caressed the hard flesh, and the lump pressing against Derek’s elbow twitched and grew even larger.

After playing with the more accessible of Mac’s nipples, Derek ran my fingers down the valley between those pecs and, farther down, along his abs. Derek had to touch those chest muscles again. He reached up and placed his whole hand over Mac’s right pec, the nipple jabbing the middle of his palm. Hand pressed hard against the muscle, he rubbed in a slow, firm, swirling motion. With each circle he released a bit of the pressure until the palm barely grazed Mac’s aroused nipple.

Mac struggled to keep from jabbing the accelerator to the floor. He groaned, producing quiet little sounds of pleasure. Looking up at his chiseled features, illuminated by the faint dashboard lights, Derek trailed his hand down to Mac’s belly. The rower whispered, “My dick, dude, my dick. Take it out.”

Not one to wait for a second invitation, Derek pulled the drawstring on the sweats and untied them. That done, Mac used his free hand to pull his tee-shirt up over his head, baring his torso from throat to pubes. He raised himself off the seat a bit so Derek could pull down his pants for better access to an amazingly fat and long joystick. Nested in downy blond hair, Mac’s cock was a sight to behold. Derek gasped. Just looking at it, arched against that perfect stomach, was orgasm inducing.

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A randomly selected comment will receive an e-format version of Sophomore Season. All comments with email addresses will be entered in the drawing. Leaving a comment also gets you an entry toward the Grand Prize—the hopper with the most entries from all sites on the Hop will receive a $50 Amazon gift card!

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When Sparks Fly Blog Hop

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 Welcome, everyone! And Happy Independence Day!

237 years and this most recent one has seen the greatest developments in GLBT equality in the US—but we still have some distance to go.

237 years since the words “all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness” were written. Yet the greatest nation on Earth still doesn’t offer true independence to its GLBT citizens, while 15 other nations (Argentina, Belgium, Brazil, Canada, Denmark, France, Iceland, Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, Portugal, Spain, South Africa, Sweden, and Uruguay) have enacted national legislation to recognize same-sex marriage rights.

In addition 17 other nations have some type of civil union or registered partnerships (Andorra, Austria, Colombia, Czech Republic, Ecuador, Finland, Germany, Greenland, Hungary, Ireland, Isle of Man, Jersey, Liechtenstein, Luxembourg, Slovenia, Switzerland, and the United Kingdom). It’s also worth noting that a large number of these countries also offer health coverage to all their citizens and have actual gun control laws, among other 21st century innovations. 😉

Happy 237th Birthday! Here’s to many more to keep getting it more right! So let’s celebrate with some sexiness and let the sparks fly!

SophomoreSeason18x27My second year omnibus collection, Sophomore Season, is now out in paperback and ebook! It features sixteen stories, including my most recent Grandville College novella, Side Effects. Today I’m posting an excerpt (adults only, please!) from Spit Shine:

“What’s the matter, Dan?” Ryan paused the Xbox, stilling a zombie in mid-explosion. “You’re pacing like a caged lion.” His big blue eyes gleamed, filled with concern. At 21 Ryan was really still just a pup, growing into his paws. And like a puppy, he was young, adorable and eager to please—or to follow any command I might give him.

I grabbed a handful of his straw-colored hair and messed up the carefully faux-hawked look, making him appear even more irresistibly boyish.

“It’s nothing.” I ducked, evading his attempt at revenge. “Just the usual Sunday evening blues: I’m thinking about the Myerson prosecution and really not looking forward to heading into the office tomorrow.”

“Then don’t think about it!” He shrugged, turning back to the undead invasion. Employing a machete and Uzi, he cleared the level. “You want to fuck?”

Slightly amazed, I looked up from the crossword I was trying to finish. “Ryan! For chrissake! You spent half of the night handcuffed to the bed, and I screwed the living daylights out of you in the shower this morning! How much more sex can your ass take, anyway?”

Ryan shot me a bad boy leer. “My ass can handle anything you can dish out, stud. What do you say we put in some porn? I got a new DVD with those hot Czech twins! Yummy!”

Over the years I’ve found it rarely pays to let your lover get too cocky. “Maybe later.” I pretended to stifle a yawn. “I’ve got to polish my shoes for the morning.”

“I’ll get the polish,” Ryan offered—a hint of mischief sparking in his eye. Something was up—Ryan and manual labor rarely occupied the same piece of space-time. Abandoning the video game, he vanished from the family room. Returning from the bedroom, he confirmed my suspicions—he’d changed out of the jeans and button-down shirt he’d worn to brunch. Dressed only in a torn, gray tee-shirt, white Jockey shorts, and a pair of dirty gym socks, he looked hot as hell.

“Something tells me—”

“Ssh!” Ryan held a finger to his lips. Favoring me with a view of his tight ass, he rummaged under the kitchen sink and came up with the cardboard box I keep filled with various pastes and waxes. “One shoeshine coming up!”

He beamed, quite pleased with himself. After spreading out some old newspapers on the kitchen floor right under my feet, he searched through the shoeshine box for the black polish. “You might have to remind me how this is done,” he warned me. “It’s been a while.”

Curious to see just exactly where all this was leading, I decided to play along with his game. “All right, first you have to get all the dirt off.”

Immediately, Ryan dropped to his knees and began licking my black penny loafers!

I watched silently, not sure how to respond to him on all fours giving my shoes a thorough tonguing. We’d never done anything like this before—role-playing had always struck me as silly. Still, the sight of my boyfriend, wrapping his hot, wet tongue around my size 13 loafers, his Jockey-clad butt sticking straight up in the air, was proving to be a major turn-on for me. I rubbed the growing bulge in my jeans with the palm of one hand while my other hand inched its way underneath my tee-shirt toward my left nipple. I was seriously aroused.

Ryan lapped at my shoes, working for a good five minutes. “Guess they’re clean now, huh?” As proof, he stuck out his tongue. The sight of his luscious mouth, now black with grime, drove the air from my lungs and all my blood to my crotch. Instantly, my dick was rock-hard and filled out the tightly packed crotch of my jeans.

“Now I suppose I apply the polish.” Ryan grinned up at me, his head cocked to the side. What a pup!

“Dry them off first,” I ordered. “Otherwise the polish won’t adhere well.” I figured what the hell! If we were going to do this, we might as well do it right.

Grabbing a hold of his tattered shirt, Ryan ripped the tee-shirt off, exposing his tanned smooth chest. Tearing the grungy rag into thirds, he went to work, drying my left loafer while I worked my right foot up between his legs. His cock stood upright, stretching the pee-stained cotton of his shorts. I pushed my heel firmly against his stiff dick.

Ryan moaned softly. “Yeah, work my dick for me!” He pressed his crotch even harder against the sole of my shoe. It was a ball buster for me to see the fucker so horny. I was only too happy to oblige.

Still, a little discipline never hurt anyone. “Keep your mind on your work, boy,” I warned, removing my foot.

To celebrate the holiday and to reward our intrepid blog hoppers, I am giving away two e-format copies of my novella, Side Effects. To enter, leave a comment below with how you would like to make the sparks fly this holiday! Don’t forget to include your valid email address, as that is how you will be notified if you win!

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Hump Day Hook – 26 June 2013

Hump Day Hook


Greetings, all! It’s time for a Hump Day Hook!

To celebrate the release of Sophomore Season, today’s hook is from Coxswain All the Way, which appears in the collection.

As coxswain of the varsity eight, Derek was the little guy who sat in the stern of the boat, yelling to the oarsmen about where they were with respect to the other boats in a race, working with the stroke—the stern-most and lead oarsman—on strategy, and acting as in-boat coach, fine tuning the oarsmen’s rowing technique.

1006Christina013-01He wasn’t really that little—light, yes, but solid muscle. The only reason he didn’t row was that he was only five feet, seven inches. A swimmer in high school, Derek had been on Grandville’s swim team his freshman year, but the swim coach hadn’t been demanding enough. He didn’t challenge his athletes the way Coach Diedrickson did. When Derek was honest with himself, being around big guys with bulky muscles was more his speed anyway.

That’s how Derek happened to be riding through Kentucky in the passenger seat of Kevin Patterson’s stripped-down van with seven hunky guys sleeping behind him. With only two seats in the van—one for the driver and another for a passenger, the team took turns in them. At night, since they were driving non-stop, the navigator’s job was to keep himself and the driver awake.

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(Don’t worry, ebook formats are coming soon!)


‘Til next time!

Coming Soon! – Sophomore Season and Steambath

SophomoreSeason18x27My second year omnibus collection, Sophomore Season, will be available soon in print and ebook!

From the back cover:

Sophomore (from the Greek ‘sophos’ wise + ‘moros’ foolish) has come to mean a second year, when it’s really about knowing that there’s still more to learn.

C.C. Williams presents a selection of pieces from his second year’s production. The results of his sophomore season.

Some romance, some hot sex, a little comedy, a little darkness. Sophomore Season presents sixteen stories, including three previously unreleased shorts:

Coxswain All the Way – in which two crewmates make the most of rowing camp;

Class Reunion – where two old footballers are thrust together with unexpected results;

What Are Friends For? – answers the question of what happens when you add pot to porn and lube!

Also included is the much-anticipated print appearance of Side Effects, the most recent Grandville College novella, as well as stories from the ebooks Hookin’ Up and Working Trade.

Sophomore Season will make you wonder what more you have to learn!

steambath coverAlso coming out soon is Shane Allison’s most recent anthology Steambath: Sweaty Gay Erotica. This collection includes my short, What I Am For.


Steamy encounters in the bathhouse have been the stuff of erotic legend for centuries, just ask Spartacus! Shane Allison turns the stereotype on its ear in Steambath, a rollicking romp of pretty boys and dashing daddies doing it. From fresh faced twinks to to silver foxes and beautiful bears, Shane delivers sensational stories where every man is naked ALL THE TIME! A towel-snapping good read, is filled with sizzling porn bodies, sexy boys next door, and tantalizing tricks that fully capture the erotic dynamic of between men.

Rob Rosen turns up the heat once again in his new tale, “The Key.” A young detective sets out to investigate the disappearance of a young twink, but finds more than what he ever thought imaginable in Logan Zachary’s “Incubus Steam.” Things get hot and heavy when a college professor and one of his horny students stumble upon a European steam bath in Jarrett Neal’s “The Chaperones.” Freak-nastiness is at its best in Heidi Champa’s, “Showtime.” C.C. Williams will make you quiver in his tasty new creation, “What I Am For.”  I can never get enough of gay porn veteran Landon Dixon and his story “Saunsational” is no exception. Newcomer T.R. Verten heats things up “Across the Bay.” It’s sex nostalgia at its best in Jimi Goninan’s, “ the Sauna.” Dudes get nasty in Gregory L. Norris’s, “The Gay Dude.” Find out what’s up “Arnie’s Ass” in Troy Storm’s new one.

Shane Allison is a rising gay erotica star and proves it with Steambath.