J.J.'s May

Hey all! Have you heard that TRS is opening a GLBT spot?

Of course you have! I’m looking forward to it, myself. I love GLBT stuff. Of course, eighty percent of all people are apparently bisexual. So we’re all sorta gay, right? Some more than others, of course. I figure that, even though the statistics say that we’re all bisexual, that doesn’t mean we’ve done anything about it. Or maybe we have. Whose business is it, anyway?

Since, according to whoever it is that figures these things out, such a large slice of the population is said to be sexually flexible, maybe reading about it is all it takes to meet that need? It could be. I love reading about Male/Male relationships as much as I love writing about them. The thing is, I’ve never been physically attracted to another woman, but I’m not a single gay man either. So… my options are sort of limited.

Well, while I’m busy indulging the gay man who lives in my psyche, I figured I’d share a little bit with you. Here are a few excerpts from books that are on their way—none of them are edited yet, so these are smallish sections and might have typos. Hope you like ‘em!

(rated adult for some language and possible situations :->)

Epoch
By J.J. Massa

*Who am I fooling? He turns me on. Turns me on in a way that no one, anywhere, ever has. I’m even attracted to his nasty disposition—I’m sure there’s something wrong with that.*


Madoc pulled into his garage, making certain to open the second door so that Rune would know to park his motorbike there. No sense in inviting the neighbors to speculate, not that they needed his encouragement there.

He led his companion through the foyer and into his well appointed house. Most of the rooms were dark, though not overly so.

“I would be happy to give you the tour,” he offered, “But all you really need is the kitchen…” here he slowed and indicated a gleaming, airy room with chrome appliances and stone counters. “…the bathroom…” he opened a door near the end of a long hall and gestured that Rune should precede him. He enjoyed the well appointed bathroom, but they could investigate it more closely at a later time. Opening another door, opposite from where they’d entered, Madoc extended an arm indicating the room beyond. “And finally, the bedroom.”

Rune considered him silently for several moments before commenting. “You’ve only the one bedroom, then?”

Madoc smirked. “This is the only one that matters.”

It was a large room and the bed was proportionate. Four lumberjacks could have spread out in it and never touched. He was quite sure that he and Rune would be comfortable, though he expected that they would touch a great deal.

He would never have admitted that he was nervous, wasn’t even sure he knew how to recognize the sensation. Still, he felt much more relaxed when Rune crossed the threshold of the room, tacitly implying that he would be staying there.

“We can fuck, but this is not a commitment,” Rune said bluntly.

Madoc took the saddlebag that he’d been carrying and placed it on the floor near the wall. It would be easily enough to find when it was needed.

“No, not a commitment,” Madoc agreed easily as he slipped the brushed leather jacket from Rune’s shoulders, tossing it toward a wingback chair. He never noticed if it landed there or not.

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A Friend in Need
By J.J. Massa

Emrys carefully rolled Tyson onto his back so that the larger man half covered him. “What are you thinking, tiger?” he questioned, dipping in for a kiss. “What do you find surreal?”

Tyson lifted one nervous hand to cup Emrys cheek. He wasn’t used to touching him yet, touching anyone at all, for that matter. “I thought about you every day. Daydreamed, even. Last week, three-four days ago. And then I’m at work, this…horrible thing happened. All I could think was that I wanted to go home.” He averted his eyes, swallowing. “And you were home,” he confessed. Emrys palmed his face and urged him to look at him again. “I just needed you. Couldn’t think straight, everything was pain, and I needed you.”

Then Emrys’ lips were covering his, teasing, opening them with the slight insistent pressure of his own. Slowly, hesitantly, Tyson laid his hands against Emrys chest slipping off to the sides, inch by inch around his ribcage until his hands stroked the smooth skin of Emrys’ back.

Warm lips traveled his face, skimming his jaw and tasting down his throat. Tyson let his hands smooth their way up to Emrys’ shoulders and hair as the other man kissed, licked and nipped his way along Tyson’s clavicle to stop and tease his nipples. First one, and then the other, Emrys nipped, sucked, and tugged, causing Tyson’s back to arch and his body to tighten.

Emrys teased and tasted every one of his ribs, back and forth, licking along every ridge of bone, though carefully skipping over the bruised and injured area. “You’re much too thin, love,” he murmured into Tyson’s skin.

Before Tyson could respond, Emrys mouthed his way down until he was trailing the waistband of Tyson’s boxers with his tongue. Tyson couldn’t have spoken if he’d had anything to say, though he could moan and proved it convincingly. Emrys paid such close attention to every centimeter of skin, and now, now he was nuzzling Tyson’s bellybutton, fingertips just under the elastic at his waist.

“All right?” he asked, easing them down bit by bit.

“Ye-yes,” Tyson forced through a dry throat. “Yes, please.”

“Good lad,” Emrys purred into the line of fur on the flat of his stomach. “That’s my lovely tiger.”


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Ashes

(working title, but you’ll see why I’m using it for now)
By J.J. Massa

Garret Angston was the most tight assed, old before his time, frustrated, stunted…

Lang blew out a breath. Mentally railing on Mr. A did him no good at all. It just made him resent the old bastard more. The truth was, Mr. Angston wasn’t really all that old.

Not only that, the occasional bend or twist in just the right light had informed Lang that the old boy wasn’t all that badly formed, either. He had what promised to be a halfway decent ass if Lang was any judge. And frankly, he felt himself something of a connoisseur. He liked older men. Not old older men, of course, but slightly older, yes. And lately, he found himself in the mood for someone who knew what they wanted and how to get it. Okay, really, he was in the mood for anybody who wasn’t attached to Lang’s current sex partner—that is, his own right hand.

He sighed quietly and nodded sharply without looking up. The other thing that was fine about Angston were those eyes. Man he had a fine set of eyes. Talk about windows to the soul. It could be that he was nothing more than a seething bed of bitter angst. But those looks were intense. Sometimes, maybe when Lang was still half asleep and not quite put together in the mornings, well, those burning brown eyes screamed hunger, ravenous, mine-mine-mine, hunger. Like this morning. Unfortunately, that usually led to a small spate of verbal abuse, because Lang found himself stopped short at the look. And that look always happened when he was already a bit late.

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Garret had seldom been so grateful to see the clock hands reach five. What a day. What a long and tedious day. His assistant had been late again. The little bastard. Did he have to be so damned sexy in the mornings?

Langley Johnson had a natural, just out-of-bed look that ate at Garret. It wasn’t fair. Did any other manager have this to deal with? How did the young man find suits that fitted his tight little ass like t hat? Did he have them measured? Most men aimed for something a little less… revealing, perhaps.

That messy dark hair, those heavy-lidded blue eyes, sleep soft face…it was worse if he came skidding in with his tie half off like this morning. He had a freshly-fucked look that fairly screamed to the ravenous beast Garret kept locked away most of the time.

He’d kept that part of himself contained for so long. He was from an old fashioned family and he worked for an old fashioned firm. It had taken him many years to get where he was today, not at the top, maybe, but still, he was settled. That is, settled until his assistant stumbled in looking debauched and Garret had to fight to keep from making sure the job had been thoroughly done. ..

Yes indeed, he was going to have to get his own ashes hauled, post haste.

And that’s what’s going on with me this month. : o ) At least you know I’m doing SOMETHING, right? Like everyone else, I just need real life to give me a break long enough to get some work done. Funny how that works.

Ahh, well.

Take care!

J.J. Massa

www.jjmassa.com