Spring Fling Manlove Hop – Day One

Spring Fling Blog Hop

Happy Spring, everybody! Welcome to C.C. Williams Online! Whether you’re a first-time visitor or a long-time reader, I’m glad that you’ve stopped by! We’re going to have a bit of fun, some games, lots of manlove—complete with prizes—so you’ll want to check back throughout the Spring Fling Blog Hop. You don’t know what you might miss if you don’t!

Today I’m sharing a clip from one of my short stories, Robin’s Hood, which appears in Shane Allison’s collection, Big Man on Campus: Fresh Gay Erotica, available from Cleis Press. For the beginning of our blog hop, what better place to start than a first kiss…

Tom sat back against the edge of a picnic table and pulled Patrick to him, enclosing him in the circle of his arms. His eyes searched Patrick’s face.

Romantic_004Patrick’s heart hammered in his chest, and his mouth was dry. He felt the heat of Tom’s body where his arms pressed against the blond man’s chest. Conscious that he wanted to be nearer that heat, Patrick pulled his arms free and held Tom in turn, his hands resting upon slim hips. Taut muscles moved under the clothing beneath his fingers.

Tom cocked his head to the side, one half dark in shadow, one half bright. His eyes glittered in the moonlight.

Patrick could make out the trace of beard that lined Tom’s jaw and lips. He wanted to feel those lips, taste them. He leaned closer. Tom’s hair brushed his forehead; damp with sweat, it smelled of salt and springtime.

Tom closed the distance; their lips met, soft and cautious, as their arms pulled them together. Patrick’s world became the kiss. Supple and luxuriant, Tom’s lips and mouth overwhelmed his awareness; Tom’s tongue joined the melee and Patrick’s answered in kind. He tasted the spicy bite of gin, mixed with citrus. Tom nipped at his tongue, then bit softly into his lower lip as if Patrick were his to consume whole. Patrick gasped. Breathing seemed secondary.

Just as their mouths moved against each other, their bodies sought to be closer still. Hands clawed at fabric, seeking the touch of skin on skin. Turning them around, Tom broke the kiss and pressed Patrick backward until he lay atop the table.

Robin’s Hood also appears in my newest personal collection, Those Grandville Guys. To pick up an e-copy, visit one of these retailers:

Those Grandville Guys

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Seductive Studs – 29 March 2014


Welcome, everyone!

It’s Saturday, which means it’s time for some Seductive Studs and Sirens! I’m doing another clip from Double Team; so to catch up, click here. We join the guys as they leave the Student Union:

We made short work of the trip to Joey’s dorm. Malcom Hall was an original Grandville building and sat just across the Quad opposite the Student Union. The room was more than large enough for Joey and his two roommates. He explained it had actually been meant as a four-man space, but due to an odd pipe intrusion, the square footage only allowed for three occupants—and they had made the most of it.

Joey’s engineering skills were clearly on display with the cantilevered bunk beds that occupied one wall, leaving the bulk of the space for recreational purposes. The largest TV I had ever seen faced two sofas and a futon mattress strewn with floor pillows. The “mosh pit” Joey called it. A DVD player, stereo and several gaming consoles completed the audio-visual set up.

Noah whistled. “How do you guys study?”

Scalzotti chuckled. “That’s what the library’s for.”

ColdOneNext to the futon stood a small refrigerator, out of which he grabbed several cans and handed around the beers.

“Don’t worry, Rufus, it’s low-carb.” He trailed his beer can along the exposed skin below the hem of the footballer’s shirt.

Rufus hissed at the contact. “That’s cold, man.”

‘You look like you could use some cooling off.” Joey’s hand drifted lower to graze along the large bulge in Rufus’ shorts. My own cock was getting hard just watching.

“I don’t think I want to cool off just yet.” Rufus placed a hand on Joey’s neck and pulled him closer. Their faces stopped just short of each other. Joey’s hand came to rest on Rufus’ chest; his other continued to hold his beer, forgotten.

Thanks for reading!

Those Grandville Guys

To pick up an e-copy of Those Grandville Guys, visit one of these retailers:

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‘Til next time!

Seductive Studs – 22 March 2014


Welcome, everyone!

Time again for some Seductive Studs and Sirens! However, this weekend I’m stepping away from Radiq—just for today, so don’t worry.

Why? you ask. Because Those Grandville Guys is now available in paperback!

So, to have a bit of an exhibition for this event, today’s clip is from Double Team, which makes its début in this volume. Another clip is available here. We join Jerry (our narrator) and his boyfriend, Noah, as they share a late-night snack with their friends, Rufus and Joey.

Joey nodded toward the other side of the table. I followed his eye line and watched as Rufus stretched and casually laid a formidable forearm along the back of my boyfriend’s chair.

“You guys should come over to my room!” Joey blurted.

“What are you doing?” I whispered to Joey through gritted teeth.

“Just follow my lead,” he mumbled back. Then, louder, “Josiah’s dad bought him a sweet 60-inch plasma TV. He’s getting divorced—his dad, not Josie—and needed to ameliorate Josie’s grief at the loss of step-mom number three … or is it four? But he’s got his own way of grieving—he’s chasing a little Tri Delt he met last weekend. Macon’s gone for the weekend as well, so I’m all alone.” He pouted, looking disturbingly like Debbie Mazar with stubble. “Whatya say? The fridge is stocked, and I’ve got a couple of new DVDs for … uhm …. entertainment.”

Noah swallowed a bite of his sandwich. “Sure! Sounds fun!”

I gaped at Noah; despite his nerdy exterior, there was an adventurer underneath. I liked that more and more. “I’m good, too.”

Rufus shook his head. “I—”

Joey held up a finger. “Don’t give me that ‘my body’s a temple’ crap! Your temple’s had more visitors than the Acropolis!”

Rufus slapped the table top, making the service ware jump. “Damn, Joey, you come up with the best lines!” He leaned back in his chair. “I’m in.”

Thanks for reading!

Be sure to checkout the other Seductive Studs and Sirens:

Those Grandville Guys

To pick up an e-copy of Those Grandville Guys, visit one of these retailers:

All Romance eBooks  |  Amazon  |  Etsy  |  Smashwords

‘Til next time!

Seductive Studs – 18 January 2014


Happy New Year, everyone! (Hey, it’s still January!)

Getting the year off to a start has been a bit of a challenge, but things are looking good! Just released is my newest collection, Those Grandville Guys, which brings together all the current Grandville stories and adds two new ones to the mix.

Today’s clip is from one of those new stories, Double Team. We first met Jerry and Noah as Noah told their story, The Pickup Game, and we now hear from Jerry, as he and Noah explore a new dimension of their developing relationship:

My trigonometry assignment was turning into Swahili, and I was two degrees from banging my head on the desk in frustration when Noah came crashing into our dorm room. His backpack and text books flew across the space, thumping loudly against the wall.

“That damn Rufus Sherman is at it again!”

“What has your not-so-secret admirer done this time?” I struggled to keep from grinning. Noah is just so cute when he’s angry.

LibraryGuy“I’m in the library, studying for my Differential Equations exam, and Sherman sits down across from me.”

“So? There are worse things to look at.” Tall, dark, handsome—and able to be outsmarted by a bag of gravel—Rufus Sherman was the archetype of the dumb jock and, admittedly, the last person I’d expect to be showing up in the library.

“So?” Noah’s voice slid up a full octave. “He started rubbing his foot on my leg, making straight for my crotch!”

Ever since he’d met Noah at a fraternity party, Rufus had had a total crush on him. I choked back a snicker.

Noah glared at me. “It’s not funny!”

I tried my best to look stern. “What did you do?”

“I moved, of course.” Noah sat on his side of our beds. “Then he followed me.”

“Did you talk to him?” I knew that Rufus was harmless—although an outrageous flirt, he was a total bottom, who’d exploded out of the closet when he arrived at Grandville.

“Yes! I told him to leave me alone!”

“Playing hard-to-get will only egg him on,” I warned.

“I’m not playing hard to get!”

I had to indulge my inner theater queen: “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.”

 “Don’t quote Shakespeare at me!” Melodramatically, Noah flopped back against the pillows, flinging an arm across his face. “Why did you guys have to pledge him?”

“He’s a legacy! His father is Lambda Chi; his uncle is Lambda Chi; his grandfather is Lambda Chi—and donated a building! We couldn’t not pledge him!” The fact that Rufus was an All-Conference running back for Grandville’s football team didn’t hurt either—he was a pretty big feather in Lambda Chi’s cap.

“I know. I’m not blaming you.” Noah sighed. “He’s a nice guy—and, God knows, he’s good-looking—but he won’t take ‘no’ for an answer!”

“Well…” I considered the possible ramifications of my next words. They could leave me hanging from a really flimsy limb. Ah, fuck it, I thought. “Then say, ‘Yes.'”

Thanks for reading! Be sure to check out the other Seductive Studs and Sirens here.

Those Grandville GuysTo pick up a copy of Those Grandville Guys, visit one of these retailers:

All Romance eBooks  |  Amazon  |  Etsy  |  Smashwords

‘Til next time!

3 – 2 – 1 – Blast Off The New Year!


Happy New Year!

Looking for something fun to kick off 2014? Well, check out our party over at Chelsea Rafferty’s Facebook event!

Over 40 authors are presenting games and quizzes and other neat things to do from today through the 9th. All sorts of things are available as prizes, as well as TWO Kindle Fires and THREE $25 Amazon gift cards as grand prizes!

Those Grandville Guys coverThose Grandville Guys is the book I’m promoting. I’m scheduled on Monday, the 6th (so mark your calendars), but definitely stop by every day and check out the other authors. Everybody has cool stuff for prizes—from ebooks to fun swag to signed copies. And there are already some hot pics posted too!

Those Grandville Guys is now available in ebook, and for those old schoolers out there, the paperback edition is in final production and will be available soon. Hint: You can earn additional points in the Grand Prize drawing through purchases of the featured books.

All Romance eBooks  |  Amazon  |  Etsy

Happy New Year and see you on the 6th!

‘Til next time!

Seductive Studs – 23 November 2013


Welcome, everybody!

For this weekend’s selection I’m featuring a clip from a short story, Late Night Menu, which appears in my upcoming collection, Those Grandville Guys. Bon appetit!

What a crappy ass birthday!

The one shift I want to take off, and I get stuck working. Not even for my twenty-first birthday would someone cover my shift. Now, granted, it was the graveyard shift, and Shay’s Diner, being out on old route 30, is probably the least busy place in Grandville at that time of night. But, come on, you only turn twenty one once!

The clock had trudged so slowly to four a.m. that I’d’ve sworn it was running backwards. I’d had one customer all night—old Jacob Wilkerson in for his coffee and oatmeal after getting off his shift at Wal-Mart. It’s a boring, lonely job when you’re not busy, but the one whose schedule I could swing with my college classes and basketball practice.

67332The shriek of brakes drew my attention away from a wrinkled and smudgey copy of the Gazette. A big rig had pulled into the parking lot, its running lights framed in the front window. Thank God!

The door opened, and in walked a big muscular guy with curly, jet-black hair and a friendly smile. “Mornin’,” he drawled.

“Welcome to Shay’s.” I winced at how perky I sounded.

He sauntered to the booth directly opposite where I had been leaning and slid in.

Suddenly nervous, I focused on gathering up a menu, placemat, silverware, napkins, and a glass of water, and walked to where he sat. He was about 30 years old, six foot-four and two hundred and ten pounds of rippling muscles, no fat at all. Masses of curly black hair showed over the collar of his V-neck shirt. What a hunk!

He gave me more of that friendly smile—and had the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. “Hey there, Bones.”

Now I know I’m skinny, but I’m good-looking too, so I guess “Bones” pretty much describes six-foot-two, hundred-and-thirty-five pounds. Wanting to redeem my corny greeting, I strove to be casual as I set up the table, “‘S up, dude?”

“Nothing… yet.” Our fingers grazed as I handed him the laminated sheet that passed as Shay’s menu.

Thanks for stopping!

Be sure to check out the other Seductive Studs and Sirens entries here.

Those Grandville GuysThose Grandville Guys (ISBN 978-1493784158) will be available in a couple of weeks in e-book and print—just in time for holiday gifting!

Be sure to check your favorite e-tailer and book outlets!

‘Til next time!