The Stoker Connection – Paperback

The Stoker Connection – Paperback

The Stoker Connection full coverMy latest romance/mystery novel, The Stoker Connection, is now available in paperback from all Amazon outlets. Here’s the link to the Amazon.co.uk page.

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The Kindle and Kindle Unlimited versions will be online in a couple of days.

The Stoker Connection – Cover

The Stoker Connection – Cover

Only here folks! The first view of the cover of ‘The Stoker Connection.’ My next romance-mystery-thriller-young adult novel is due out in a couple of weeks. As of today, June 2nd, it’s with my wonderful proofreader, Ann, and the cover art has just come back from my equally wonderful designer, Andjela K.

What you see here on the front is:

The Stoker ConnectionDexter Mitchell, is top left, looking gorgeous and sporty. He’s into rock climbing and hiking, outdoor pursuits and cracking the hidden clues in Bram Stoker’s novel, ‘Dracula’ that he believes will prove the novel was a true story.

Morgan Davis is next to him, darker and more serious, exactly the same age and more of an academic than a sportsman. Morgan, like (and with) Dexter, is also about to make a breakthrough in his research to prove ‘Dracula’ was a true story.

Beneath them, outside Whitby Abbey in the fog, we have Simon on the left, and Tim on the right with his naff hair. Simon is Morgan’s best friend (and one-off lover), and Tim and Dexter have been mates since before they can remember. Tim is straight, but he and Dex do have something of a bromance going on.

The Stoker Connection full coverWhitby Abbey features on the cover (front and back) because part of the novel is set there, and the Abbey was used by Stoker in ‘Dracula’ as a location. The other locations I use in the novel are a mix of real places and imagined ones. I’ll let you into a few secrets:

Dex lives out on ‘Moremarsh’, an area in the south-east of England actually known as Romney Marsh (and here’s another secret: that’s where I am from). He volunteers at a theatre in Folkestone and although the theatre was real (I used to work there years ago) it’s no longer a theatre and last I heard was to be pulled down. Shame, it’s a beautiful old Edwardian building.

Morgan lives in Chippenham, and I chose that location because it’s roughly 170 miles (by car) from where Dex lives. You’ll see why that number is important when you read the book.

The Stoker Connection
This is the original photo of Tim and Simon. They are holding chainsaws which have nothing to do with ‘The Stoker Connection’ so we had to cover them in fog!

The boys travel to a house called Kyllion, and this is on top of Westerton Cliffs in Cornwall. Except it isn’t. It was invented by Stoker for ‘The Jewel of Seven Stars’, and I borrowed the house for a reason that will become obvious when you read the book.

They also visit Whitby Abbey (which I did once many years ago) and New Slains Castle in Scotland, again, you’ll see why when you read ‘The Stoker Connection.’

Those are the principal characters and locations. There are other characters of course, like Morgan’s mother, the forthright sex therapist who is based on a woman I knew a few years back; totally bonkers and very upfront.

The novel will be out soon, but in the meantime,  you can join my mailing list to be among the first to get the links to the published book on Amazon.

In School and Out

In School and Out

gay eroticaIn School and Out is a collection of 13 gay sex stories. Half of the collection is set in a British Boys’ boarding school, and the other half on a Greek island.

The collection is currently available on Kindle and will soon be available in print. Check my page of Novels for more information and links.

 

In School and Out contains graphic gay sex. Some examples:

After Gym Class

Milo pulled forward again, sliding his arsehole smoothly around my cock. I felt the pressure of his buttocks lift from my hips as he moved forward and then press againt me again as he slid back. He did this again, and each time I felt my cock swell further, my balls started to ache, and my legs began to tremble. I knew that I couldn’t keep this up for long.

schoolboy gay erotica storiesAlex’s First Time

The lad struggled with the briefs, got his hands inside and pulled them off. Dean’s cock sprang out, slapped against the innocent face and was immediately lost as the boy impaled himself on the shaft.

Master In the Shower

I took hold of my prick in my hand and started playing with it. This was too good an opportunity to miss – seeing one of the masters wanking in the shower, if that was what he was doing. Looked like it to me. It would have been better if I’d been able to join in, but of course, that was not going to happen.

Greek boys gay sexThe Greek Lads

He was standing in front of the window, his back to the sunset and the long white curtains shielded the light, sighing in the breeze. His hands were on his hips, and his jeans had been undone at the stud. I couldn’t make out his expression, but he didn’t move when I came in, naked and still damp, still hard. I stopped in my tracks, first with shock and then with uncertainty. He was in my room; he would have to be the one to make the first move.

Lonely Road

His slim, smooth hips were rising to draw me into him. He was feeding on me, sucking me into him, pulling at my back. And at the same time, I was allowing him into me. Feeling him slide carefully in, not holding him too tight for fear of breaking him. As I rode, he rode. Together in the same rhythm, in the same heartbeats, both of us giving what the other wanted and taking only what we needed.

The Mentor of Wildhill Farm

The Mentor of Wildhill Farm

When Camden Stevens, a 42-year-old writer, is invited to mentor four gay youths at remote Wildhill Farm, he finds himself with a dream, come true.

Logan, the 18-year old virgin, Dean the troubled show-off and Kenny the farmer’s lad, both 19, and Gabriel, the 20-year-old esoteric, are all keen to develop their skills. Cam’s job is to mentor them in their writing and their sexuality – and he has carte blanche to do that in any way he sees fit.

The boys are launched on a week of self-discovery as they explore their writing and each other through a series of erotic games. Somewhere, in the mix of youth and sex, Camden unexpectedly finds love.

The Mentor of Wildhill Farm paperback [249 pages. Coming soon]

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The Mentor of Wildhill Farm: Kindle Edition

The Mentor of Wildhill Farm

The Mentor of Wildhill FarmThe Mentor of Wildhill Farm is now available on Kindle as an eBook download – and in Kindle Unlimited for free. This is a M/M Romance/Erotica novel (adults only) in the older/younger niche.

“Camden Stevens, a forty-two-year-old writer with a passion for younger men, is invited to mentor four gay youths at an isolated farmhouse. His students are budding writers in their late teens, all keen to explore their creativity — and sex. Camden must mentor them in both, and expects them to work hard.

What he doesn’t expect is a youth like Gabriel, and what he doesn’t know is that the man who set up this fantasy-come-true has a motive of his own.”

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The Mentor of Wildhill Farm: New Gay Erotica

The Mentor of Wildhill Farm

The Mentor of Wildhill Farm is my second full-length MM romance/erotica novel. I put it that way because, apart from being a romance, there’s a fair amount of erotica in it. I’m currently in the editing and preparing for publication stage but my wonderful cover designer has come up with a few covers. Here’s the one I am currently playing with. I think it says it all apart perhaps from the erotica element, but we don’t want to frighten Amazon.

The Mentor of Wildhill FarmThe Mentor
of Wildhill Farm

Camden Stevens, a forty-two-year-old writer with a passion for younger men, is invited to mentor four gay youths at an isolated farmhouse. His students are budding writers in their late teens, all keen to explore their creativity. And sex. Camden must mentor them in both, and expects them to work hard.

What he doesn’t expect is a youth like Gabriel, and what he doesn’t know is that the man who set up this fantasy come true has an ulterior motive.

The links will be posted here when the book is ready. It will be in Kndle format and available as a paperback.

After Gym Class: Free Gay Erotica

After Gym Class

The first of my free gay erotica short stories about life in a British boarding school. All characters are 18 years + in age.

We do P.E. on a Tuesday, a combined class of thirty of us. I like it for two reasons: One, I like physical activity, and two, everyone has to get in the showers afterwards. And there’s a routine to the showers. The oldest lads, the eighteen-year-olds like me, Dean, Stuart and so on, go first. Straight from our kit into the nude then into the shower while the others have to wait. And they’re not allowed to wait in their kit. They have to get it off and stand there naked in a line.

Plenty to look at there.

Sometimes you see them cover their cocks with their hands. Usually, those who only have a small prick do this, us older boys don’t care. When you’re eighteen or nineteen, you want to show off what you’ve got, and most of us have got a lot to show. But when you’re younger you get embarrassed. A couple of weeks ago me and Milo behaved like prats during the class, and Dean was instructed to punish us afterwards. His way of doing this was to make us stand in line with the other boys and suffer a loss of privilege.

I stood there, cold, with my hands covering my prick, waited, and watched the other guys come and go in and out of the showers. They were playing about, slapping each other with towels and being generally laddish. All I could do was stare at the back of Milo’s head and try not to get caught looking at the other lads as they passed by.

Dean made the two of us wait until everyone else was washed, dressed and had gone off for lunch. Even Mr Myers had gone, so there was just me, Milo and Dean left.

‘Learned your lesson?’ he said with that stupid Liverpool accent of his.

‘Yes, Dean,’ I mumbled. My legs were aching, and I was freezing by then. We were still waiting in line.

‘I think not.’ He came and stood next to us. ‘You’re not a prefect, so you call me Sir.’

‘Sorry, Sir.’

‘Too late, Darren. O.k. both of you, hands on your heads.’

‘Oh, what?’ Milo is one of the oldest boys in our house, just turned nineteen. He didn’t take to being treated like a third year.

‘You need to learn respect.’ Dean swiped him around the head, and Milo did as he was told.

So, there we were, two sixth formers standing naked by the showers, hands on heads like naughty kids. What next?

‘Come and stand inside so I can keep an eye on you while I get washed,’ Dean ordered, and we were marched into the shower room.

It’s a big, open space and the water spurts out from the walls. You can get fifteen people in there easily, but this time, there were only us three. Neither Milo nor me pointed out that Dean had already had his shower. We just watched as he set the water going, checked the temperature and then threw off his towel.

‘Keep in that line,’ he barked over at us, and his voice echoed off into the sound of splashing water. ‘Closer together so I can see you.’

Milo shuffled back a pace, and I took a step closer to him. I was still looking at his back, but my mind had switched off from our punishment. To try and take my mind off my aching legs and hungry stomach, I looked at Milo’s shoulders and then further down his back. I’d never noticed how smooth he was before, I’d never noticed him much at all. But, as he backed towards me, I couldn’t help but stare at his arse. It was also smooth, white and firm. I was so intent on staring at it that I didn’t notice how close we were until he bumped against my prick. As soon as it touched his arse I felt that familiar shiver run through me, my heart skipped, and I suddenly felt weak. I’d never been this close to him before, and certainly not naked.

‘Keep your hands up,’ Dean growled. ‘And watch me. You need to learn how to wash.’

‘Oh, come off it, Sir.’ Milo did complain then. ‘We’re not kids.’

‘You behaved like kids in class, so I’ll treat you like them now. Watch.’

And so he made us watch as he rubbed soap over his body. When he started rubbing it into his arse crack, I couldn’t help but get a hard-on. What with watching him and feeling Milo only inches in front of me, looking at the back of his shaved head and knowing that at any moment my prick would rise just enough to touch his smooth flesh.

It did just that, and pressed at the bottom of his crack, between his legs. I expected him to move forward, but he didn’t. As Dean washed his face, covering it with his hands, Milo parted his legs just enough to let my prick be trapped between his cheeks. While this was going on, the water from Dean’s shower a few feet away was splashing onto us, and we were both getting wet. The water got in my eyes, but I couldn’t move my hands to wipe them so just had to put up with it.

‘Are you still watching?’ Dean called. His own eyes were closed, and he was reaching for his shampoo.

‘Yes,’ Milo replied. As he spoke, he pushed back, and I felt my cock slide right in between his cheeks.

I couldn’t believe he was doing this and reckoned that he was trying to wind me up. But I didn’t complain. I loved the feel of my cock caught between his soft, firm, buttocks. His shoulder blades touched my chest, and the back of his head was only an inch away from my face. I could smell his sweat from gym class and see the blonde hairs under his arms turning wet in the spray from the shower.

Dean was rubbing shampoo into his hair and had his back to us now, and I guessed that in a few seconds he would open his eyes and turn. Without thinking of the consequences, I took my hands from my head and reached in front. They went straight to Milo’s cock, and I grabbed it, solid, wet, hard. I pulled on it a couple of times, and he shoved back into me in reply.

Before I knew what had happened my cock was suddenly hot and constricted, it slipped into him, and the two, perfect mounds of his arse were flat against my hips.

‘Make sure you’re paying attention,’ Dean said as he put his head under the shower to wash the shampoo from his hair. ‘I want to see you two wash in a minute.’

‘Yes, Sir.’

My hands flew back to my head. If he’d turned and seen us, then I hate to think what he would have done. We were locked together, my cock buried in Milo’s arse, rock solid and static, the two of us with our arms up, water splashing our faces.

I couldn’t resist. I kissed Milo on the back of the neck, silently and tenderly. He turned his head to show that he didn’t mind, and then he moved his hips. I felt my shaft sliding out until only the tip was left within him. And then he pushed back again. Our eyes stayed fixed on Dean in case he should turn and see, but he was fumbling for conditioner or something, still with his back to us.

Milo pulled forward again, sliding his arsehole smoothly around my cock. I felt the pressure of his buttocks lift from my hips as he moved forward and then press against me again as he slid back. He did this again, and each time I felt my cock swell further, my balls started to ache, and my legs began to tremble. I knew that I couldn’t keep this up for long. I knew that I was going to come. I wanted to hold him around the waist, wanted to play with his prick for him, but I daren’t move for fear of making too much noise or getting carried away. It didn’t matter, he was happy to fuck himself with my cock, in his own time.

Then he pulled himself so far from my cock that I thought his arse would let me go, but it gripped me tight just in time, and with a quicker movement, swallowed it again. This time I thrust forward and saw the muscles on his back knot up. His arse tightened, his legs went stiff and, unable to stop himself, he slipped his hands from his head and onto mine. He grasped my hands and squeezed tight. His arsehole contracted, crushing my inflamed cock as he pushed back hard and quick, pulling away immediately and then thrusting back. After the third time, he squeezed my hands so hard that I knew he was coming. His body froze, his sphincter grabbed me, and I felt my cock spurt inside him. Each time I came, it swelled more. I felt it spasm. Felt the heat and blast of orgasm deep inside him as his body tightened around it.

We stood as still as we could, unable to make a sound and unable to hold each other as both of us let lose our spunk. Our eyes were fixed on the prefect now, washing soapy water from his back. It ran in rivers until it vanished into the dark crack of his arse. It dripped between his legs, the hair on his balls hanging soaked beneath. I watched it run down his powerful, sportsman’s legs and drain off onto the floor where it mixed with Milo’s come and tricked away.

‘Right you two,’ Dean suddenly said, and I looked up. He was reaching for a towel, grabbing wildly in his temporary blindness. ‘Get yourselves under the water now and do it properly.’

Milo let go of my hands, reached behind and pushed me away. My cock slid from his arse and flopped, semi-soft into the steamy air as he stepped forward.

And then he turned to face me, showed me his own, still stiff cock, thick and cut, growing from a small patch of blonde pubes, dripping the last of his cum from the slit. He smiled at me and winked.

‘Get a move on,’ Dean barked. He had turned off his shower, and a towel covered his head.

By the time he finally looked back at us we were side by side under adjacent jets of water, our backs to him. No sign of what had just happened betrayed our adventure.

‘Maybe now you’ll behave in gym class,’ Dean tutted and flicked his towel against the back of my legs.

I felt the sting, yelped and flinched. But then, as he left us to finish washing, I felt the after-sting, a dull, warming pain. It felt good.

My mind was distracted. As soon as Dean left the shower, Milo leant over to me, took my aching cock in his hand, pulled me towards him and kissed me hard.

‘Let’s get into trouble again,’ he whispered.

‘I can’t wait.’