Vicktor Alexander's Blog, page 38

Here's today's Man-oh-Man Monday post: My Brother's Best Man.And the picture is:


My Brother's Best ManBrayden glanced across the table shyly, his gaze focusing in on Seth's gorgeous angular face. He sighed dreamily as he allowed his eyes to caress the beautiful features of his brother's best friend and best man. He'd been a little disappointed at first when he'd found out that his older brother hadn't chosen him to be his best man, but that changed when he'd found out exactly who his brother had asked to fulfill that role. Seth was his brother's best friend, the two men had grown up together and had even gone to the same college together, so it was perfectly reasonable that Draven would ask Seth to be his best man. The fact that Brayden was his brother didn't change that fact.Brayden was actually relieved to be nothing but a groomsman. It saved him from having to fulfill the best man duties as well as giving him the opportunity to ogle the other man without having to turn around to do so. He'd been in love with Seth since he was twelve and had first discovered that he'd much rather be kissing Tommy Wilkins rather than Annabeth Jamison.  Tommy had come out as gay a short time later and Brayden had actually gotten the opportunity to kiss the other man, but while it had proven to him that he was in fact gay, he'd never told anyone that he'd been picturing Seth the whole time that he'd been kissing Tommy.It always came back to Seth. Every man that he'd ever slept with, every blowjob, every rimming, every single fuck, he'd been imagining that the other man was Seth. He knew it was fruitless. Seth wasn't gay at all, and if he were there was no way that he'd want to be with his best friend's kid brother, but Brayden just couldn't seem to stop himself from dreaming about him. The fantasies never seemed to cease and no one could make him as hard as Seth with nothing more than a passing glance or a smile. Brayden was hooked. Brayden was obsessed.Brayden was in love.Being in love was not all sunshine, rainbows, endless fucking and loud, boisterous words of affection shouted between two people like the romance books made them out to be. Love hurt. Love was a cold, heartless, violent bitch that ripped your guts out through your nostrils, shoved it's hand into your chest and tore out your heart, squeezing it until it was just a bloody heap of its former glory and then spit on your twitching, dying corpse with nary a word of remorse or apology. Love was heartbreaking and frustrating. It wasn't worth pursuing or talking about, it wasn't worth thinking about or writing about and it certainly wasn't worth dreaming about.Or so Brayden told himself as he watched Seth's broad shouldered frame dance away in the arms of Annabeth Jamison, the same girl he'd dated back in school, who had turned out to be a very beautiful young woman. Brayden knew that Seth was straight and single, just like he knew that Annabeth was very attractive and it was only natural that the two of them would gravitate towards each other, however, it didn't stop his heart from breaking or the breath in his lungs from speeding up and pushing through his lips quickly. He had to get out of there. He'd already been forced to watch the back of Seth's head throughout the ceremony, stand next to him in the receiving line, and even sit next to him in the limo that brought them to the ceremony and to the reception hall, but he would be damned if he would sit at the table and watch as he danced with Annabeth right in front of his face.Shoving back his chair, Brayden lifted up the glass of Scotch, in a crystal tumbler, that he'd been drinking out of the entire party and tossed back the rest of the liquid, hissing as it burned its way down his throat to warm his belly. Setting the glass back on the table, he stood to his feet and stumbled out of the reception hall, down the hallway and out of the door, ignoring the voice that yelled for him to stop and to come back inside. Walking around the side of the reception hall, he leaned his head back against the side of the building and exhaled loudly."Gods, I'm so fucked up. All in love with a man, a straight man at that, who doesn't even know I fucking exist," he grumbled to himself."He must be blind as hell if he doesn't know that you exist," a deep voice said from in front of him.Brayden gasped as his eyes flew open in shock. Standing before him was Seth, still in his full wedding ensemble, smiling at him. Brayden's gaze took in the dark hair, hazel eyes and firm chin before settling on the full lips of his brother's best friend. Ye gods he wanted Seth so much. He wanted to feel those lips pressed against his own, feel them wrapped around his cock, feel Seth's breath on the back of his neck while he pounded his cock into Brayden's firm ass. He wanted that so much that he could weep. As a matter of fact, he did whimper, his face flushing red when he realized that he'd made that noise out loud."You okay Bray?" Seth asked in concern, stepping closer to him. Brayden felt the muscles in his body clench, his hands trembled as he held himself back from jumping into the older man's arms."Y-y-yeah," he squeaked out, clearing his throat and swallowing deeply before offering Seth a tremulous smile. "I'm fine," he lied.Seth merely nodded and stepped even closer, only a few scant inches separating their bodies as he put his hands on the wall on either side of Brayden's head. He looked down at Brayden and grinned. Brayden felt his heart rate speed up, his brow became dotted with sweat and his cock grew hard behind his gray slacks. What the hell was going on? Why was Seth standing so close to him? Almost flirting with him? He was straight right?"Seth?" he asked, his voice a whisper."Ssshhh Bray, don't want anyone to hear you. Besides, this is one guy who definitely knows that you exist and wants to prove it to you," Seth admonished him before taking his lips in a deeply passionate kiss that scorched Brayden's brain, igniting a fire in his groin. Shocked momentarily, it didn't take him long before he'd thrown his arms around Seth's neck, kissing him back just as deeply and passionately as he was being kissed.He whimpered when he felt Seth's lips leave his own, before moaning when the taller man began to lick and nibble his way down the side of his neck, while unzipping and unbuttoning his pants, shoving his hand inside of Brayden's pants and gripping his full cock in his hot hand. Brayden's head fell back against the side of the building again, not registering the pain as the back of his head connected with the hard structure, all of his focus on the hot grip on his aching cock."Gonna make you feel so good Bray. Been wanting you for a long time," Seth murmured as he lowered himself before Brayden. Brayden felt all of his thoughts boil and melt in his brain before pouring out of his ears as the heat of Seth's mouth engulfed the head of his cock. He couldn't believe that this was happening. Was it really happening? Was he dreaming that Seth, his all-time favorite fantasy man, was really sucking his cock outside of the reception hall, the day of his brother's wedding or was it reality?Pinching the side of his hip, he jumped slightly at the pain, shivering when Seth chuckled with Brayden's cock still in his mouth. He wasn't dreaming! He seriously wasn't dreaming, and with that realization, he thrust his hands into the thick strands of Seth's hair, thrust his cock deeply into the other man's mouth, the head entering Seth's throat and with a loud groan, emptied his seed, his body shaking in pleasure. Seth was amazing at giving him that blowjob. He was amazing all around.Breathing heavily, reality slowly began to return and Brayden slowly opened his eyes, focusing in on Seth's face. He felt the other man lovingly tuck his spent cock back into his boxers, before fastening his pants and zipping them back up. What would happen now? Did Seth want him to return the favor, because he would. Was this a one-time thing? Was it a prank that got out of control? Would Seth think he wasn't worth it because of how quickly he'd cum? Were they going to date? What if this didn't mean anything to Seth? If he didn't care?Brayden's paranoid thoughts ceased immediately when Seth's lips caressed his own. He opened his mouth, moaning as he tasted himself on the other man's tongue, his cock twitching behind his pants for round 2."Time to go to my place. It's time for me to finally get a chance to fuck your ass. Then, we'll talk about where you want to go for our first official date," Seth said, immediately easing Brayden's thoughts, while simultaneously firing his blood. The two men smiled at each other and taking his hand, Brayden followed the other man to his car, before climbing in with a self-satisfied smile.Maybe love wasn't so horrible after all.

I was invited to write a Flash Friday Fic piece inspired by a picture of Joe Manganiello on Facebook for today. Since it coincided so well with my own flash fiction Friday schedule I said yes.


Here is the picture that inspired me:


 (yummy)


And here is your Flash Fiction Friday (which may turn into a book....not sure):






Scent & Claim


He could smell him. Lowering his nose to the ground, Gregg Ferniza inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as the smell of man, musk, and sweet corn filled his lungs. Gods, he could almost taste the succulent flesh of the human between his teeth, on his tongue. He could almost feel the as the other man's body shuddered and thrashed beneath him. His mind filled with images of this faceless man, his cries rising to the heavens as he was held down by Gregg. Growling low in his throat, Gregg felt his erection pressing firmly against the zipper of his jeans, as he gulped in the air that contained the fragrant scent of his prey.
No, not prey...mate. 
The man was his mate and Gregg knew that he had to find him and find him quickly. The woods were they were weren't safe for a human, they were barely safe for him, but he knew that it was up to him to find his mate and protect him. With another low, deeper growl, he pressed against the rock in front of him and lowered his nose to the rock's surface. His mate had been here, had sat on this rock. Gregg inhaled deeply. He could smell the headier, muskier smell of his mate in the middle of the rock, while the faint smell of salt water drifted up towards his nostrils. His mate had been crying. Over what? Or over whom? Giving a small whine at his mate's distress, Gregg turned and quickly followed the scent of his future lover as he sought out the other man.
He'd been sleeping after a rather lucrative hunt involving bunnies and a deer when he'd first caught the intoxicating whiff of his mate in the wind. Knowing that humans were often afraid when approached by a wolf, he'd shifted and retrieved his pants and black boots, pulling both on, just enough to be covered and slightly presentable before setting off to follow and find his mate. He hadn't detected the scent of anyone else which let him know that his mate was alone.
Which worked quite well for him. While shifters had no problem with nudity in front of others, they were fiercely protective and possessive of their mates. Gregg knew that he would maim and/or kill anyone who saw his mate while he was nude. He whined again as the smell of fear drifted towards him in the breeze along with the sound of other wolves...shifters...growling and chomping their teeth. Knowing that the other shifters had found his mate, Gregg stood to his full height and raced towards the other man, knowing that no matter what he found, no matter what his mate looked like or what he said, that he had to save him.
He ran faster as the soft sounds of whimpering and crying reached his ears. His mate was afraid and his wolf howled out in fierce rage at the thought of anyone harming or scaring his anima gemella. Tossing back his head he let loose a loud roar and could hear the sounds of the other wolves whimpering, knowing that there was an alpha wolf in the vicinity and he grinned a gruesome smile as he stepped into the clearing.
What he saw made the muscles underneath his right eye twitch and his chest vibrate with the rumble of anger. There were five men, who had obviously shifted after hearing his roar, surrounding one smaller man. The smaller man's clothes had been ripped to shreds and he lay in a ball whimpering and crying. As Gregg looked at the smaller man, he felt his heart pounding in his chest, beating out a harsh rhythm of longing and desire. The man was his mate, his beautiful mate. As Gregg stepped closer to the human he released calming pheromones, in an attempt to calm his frightened twin soul. He sighed in relief as the other man's trembling ceased and he turned to look up at him.
The breath in Gregg's lungs stopped abruptly at the gorgeous sight before him. Big dark brown eyes looked up at him from a dark brown face. Wide, full lips and a wide nose complemented the oval face while long, straight black hair rested on the top of his head. Gregg was enchanted with his mate. The smaller man was absolutely beautiful. Feeling his wolf pushing at him to claim the smaller man and wanting to claim, mark and pant all over his gorgeous mate, Gregg instead turning his attention to the other wolves that still hovered nearby.
"You fuckers got a reason why you're sniffing around my mate and scaring him to death?" he growled angrily in the wolf language of the region, hoping that the other wolves were from around the area. He hadn't been the best student and he didn't know too many other wolf dialects, he could only hope that the assholes did.
"Your mate? He bears no mark, there is no wristlet, he does not have your smell, nor does his belly bear the line of your child, how can you make such a claim, when you do not have one?" one of the other wolves, obviously the leader of the idiotic and stupidly criminal group stated. Gregg glared at the man. He was at the most five inches shorter than Gregg and at the least, thirty pounds lighter. Why he thought that he could best Gregg the larger wolf would never know but the little runt obviously did.
"I have only just recently smelled his scent on the wind and came to claim him when I found him surrounded by you. Have you the desire to fight me for him or would you rather stay alive and move aside while I take my mate back to my pack and my home so that he may be claimed by me?" Gregg asked, his voice sounding nonchalant, even as his fingers shifted and he examined the wickedly long claws that he now had, knowing that the other wolves would see it for the threat and promise that it was.
"Neither," the first wolf said.
"Jebidiah!" another wolf, smaller than the first, though the two favored with their blonde hair and freckles sprinkled across the bridge of their noses. Gregg suspected that they were brothers and as his deceptively cool gaze touched on the faces of all of the shifters, he realized that all of the men that surrounded his mate were related...and it seemed as if they were all sets of twins or triplets and if his eyes weren't deceiving him...they seemed to almost be involved...with each other.
Or just really, really close.
Gross. He thought to himself, barely suppressing a shudder from wracking his frame.
"No. He says that this is his mate. I want him to claim him in front of us, so that we will know that the mating and the claim is valid. It is the only way that I will leave without this gorgeous prize to warm my bed tonight," Jebidiah stated angrily.
Gregg resisted the urge to stare at the other wolves in shock, realizing that they were well within their rights to demand such a thing. He groaned internally, knowing that this was not the way that he'd always wanted to claim his mate. Squaring his shoulders and glaring at the other wolves who seem to be almost vibrating with with anxiousness at the prospect of being voyeurs, Gregg walked slowly towards his mate who still stared at him intently.
"Non avere paura, uno piccolo. Non la dorrò. Devo pretendere che lei e la fa il mio. È il desiderio di Destino, ma devo farlo prima che questi idioti in modo che non provano a portarla da me." Don't be afraid, little one. I won't hurt you. I must claim you and make you mine. It is Fate's wish, but I must do it before these idiots so that they don't try to take you from me. He said in Italian in a soft voice. He hoped that his mate spoke Italian because he was pretty sure that while the other wolves wouldn't have a problem with him telling his mate not to fear him and informing him that he had to claim him in front of the others, they would definitely have a problem with him calling them all idiots.
"Fare che lei deve fare per risparmiarmi." Do whatever you have to do to save me, his mate responded and Gregg whimpered low in his throat.
Kneeling over his mate, he lowered his head and softly kissed the other man, his eyes sliding close as the sweet taste of his man flowed over his taste buds, igniting his senses. He could feel the shudder wracking his mate's frame as arousal flooded his veins and his wolf panted happily at the confirmation that their mate found them attractive. With one hand holding his weight on the ground, Gregg lifted his other hand up to the back of his mate's neck as he lifted his head and stared down at him.
"What's your name, little one?" he asked.
He found himself further enchanted when the smaller man's eyes lowered shyly before he answered, "Aiden." Gregg shivered as Aiden's breath brushed the skin of his face. His wolf howled within him desperate to get out and knowing that it had to be done in order to save Aiden from an even worst fate than being mated to him, Gregg allowed the shift to flow over his body as he shifted into his third form. His body grew larger, more muscled, hairier. His face shifted slightly, his teeth elongating until his canines hung down over his lower lip. His hands grew twice their size, the claws coming out and he lifted his index finger, drawing it down the front of Aiden's clothes, or what remained of them, removing the rest of them from his body. He ignored the scraps of his own clothes that had fallen around him and lowering his head he took the head of Aiden's soft cock in his mouth and sucked fiercely.
Hearing a chorus of groans, Gregg smiled internally. Swirling his tongue around the top of Aiden's now hardened shaft, he moaned as the taste of his mate's desire washed over his tongue. He wanted more and he wanted more now. Releasing Aiden's cock from his mouth, hearing the smaller man hiss when the thickened member smacked the skin of his belly, Gregg pushed the legs of Aiden's legs up towards his chest and rubbed his face in the crease of the other man's ass. Huffing and moaning as the smell of his mate covered his face and as he begin to lick and fuck the entrance with his tongue, his mouth as well.
"Oh god, fuck me please," he heard Aiden moan and no longer willing to deny his wolf the opportunity to claim what was rightfully theirs. He put the head of his cock against the puckered entrance of his mate's ass. He looked up at Aiden and gave him a small smile of reassurance as the copious amount of fluid from the top of his own cock lubed up Aiden's hole enough for him to press himself deep within the other man.
He gritted his teeth at the snug feeling of Aiden's ass squeezed his cock and he stopped, giving his mate time to get used to his size. It was definitely the hardest thing that he'd ever had to do.
"Move!" Aiden groaned and Gregg chuckled low in his throat as he gave his lover exactly what he'd asked for, thrusting his cock deep inside of the other man's ass slow and as deeply as he could. He took great joy at every puff of air, every groan, sigh, and whimper that left Aiden's mouth as he began to fuck him faster and faster. He could feel their souls twining and connecting as he continued to fuck his mate.
"Le do il mio cuore, la mia anima e tutto che sono. Le anime gemelle che diventa uno. Le vite hanno allacciato per sempre. Sempre il mio poiché sono sempre il vostro," he recited the words of the binding ritual and felt the great gust of fiery wind rush over the two of them just as his orgasm rushed through his body and out through his cock into the tightening channel of his mate's ass.
"I give you my heart, my soul and all that I am. Twin souls becoming one. Lives forever entwined. Always mine as I am always yours," Aiden repeated the binding in English before his own cum splattered their chests with the force of his own orgasm and he passed out.
"Fuck. I guess he really was his mate," he heard Jebidiah breathe out, moments before he lowered his head, licked the skin of Aiden's neck where his vein pulsed and punctured the flesh with his canines. The taste of his mate's blood washed over his tongue and Gregg moaned in ecstasy before lifting his head and howling in bliss, his cock thickening in his mate's ass before releasing another torrent of cum within the other man's ass.
Licking the bite closed, he was dimly aware of the sounds of the other wolves hissing and howling in satisfaction as they all shot their own loads onto the ground beneath them. Scrunching his nose at the smell of the other men's seed, Gregg rubbed his family over his unconscious mate, making sure that Aiden only smelled of him. Lifting up and hissing as his softened cock slipped from the smaller man's body, Gregg looked down and smiled at the appearance of the wristlet, an image of his symbol and the name of his pack, on his mate's wrist.
He'd found his mate and claimed him. He should be happy, and he was, but he couldn't stop the shudder of trepidation that overtook his mind over what would happen when his mate finally awoke and he realized what had truly happened between the two of them.
He shoved away the nervousness. He was an Alpha, a wolf shifter, how much damage could one human cause?

I was going to write today's Truth or Dare Lustful Thursday post when I received word on the passing of William Neale, an amazing writer of M/M Romance and one of the organizers of GRL.

I wish that William and I had known each other a lot better than I do, but his death still rocks me deeply and he will greatly be missed.

I had just spoken to William on Friday after he sent me and a group of other male authors emails regarding the Gentlemen's Juke Joint event for GRL in Albuquerque, NM. I'd told him that I felt very honored by him including me in the list of the "guys" and he replied back, Vic, you are one of the guys.


That touched me deeply.

Even in the M/M Romance genre, even within the GLBTQ community, transgenders like myself are ridiculed, scorned, disparaged, belittled, abused, and cast aside. Being transgender, homosexual, black and a Messianic Jew leaves me an open target to a lot of discrimination, prejudice and bigotry, not just from conservatives, religious fanatics and homophobes, but even to some within the rainbow community. Finding people who support you regardless, who encourage you, is a godsend, especially when those people aren't just supporting your life but your talent as well.

That's what William did for me in the few emails that we exchanged. He supported me. He was so nice and sweet. I've seen quite a few tweets and comments describing him as a "sweetheart," which is exactly what he was.

William, you will be greatly missed, by your partner, your family through blood, your family through choice, and your family through support, encouragement and common interest.

Rest in peace my friend, William.

-Vicktor Alexander

Tommy Wilkins really exists.Crazy, yes I know, but it's true.Tommy is equal parts my friends Richard, Angel and Jamie.All fabulous, all out and proud, all so larger than life that you walk away from every conversation with them completely changed.Tommy wasn't supposed to have his own story though.Inconceivable was originally supposed to be Ross's story, but Tommy's character was so intoxicating that he took over and soon became a force to be reckoned with.Much like Richard, Angel and Jamie.I met Angel in high school, Jamie in college and Richard while I worked at Walmart.They are all some of my biggest supporters, they all tell it like it is, and are all so amazing that they make straight men question their own sexuality. No lie, that's them completely.Tommy is that same way.Tommy's upbringing, his history of abuse and just his own understanding of his own special brand of fabulousness causes him to be the one who goes to any lengths to make sure that everyone around him is happy, hale and healthy...which is something that I, myself, attempt to do every day.Tommy was an easy character to write, the way that he has captured the hearts of the readers was not too shocking to me, he did the same to me. The fact that he's become the spokesperson for the rest of my characters is a little bit of a shock though. He has become my muse and it's Tommy's voice, his energy and refreshing personality that I search for when I write.Much the same as I do when I talk to Richard, Angel and Jamie, for it's their voices, their energies, their refreshing personalities that I search for when I need that little boost to keep going.I don't think that Tommy could have come from a better group of men.
-Vicktor Alexander

Here is your Tantalizing Teaser Tuesday post from my WIP: Mommy's Name Is Daddy Now. It is an interracial/transgender/gay men with children/medical/interfaith/contemporary book (whew! You guys know I like to make it difficult sometimes). I'm really enjoying writing this story. The kids are cute, the men are hot, the sex is beyond steamy (and sticky) and the message is deep. I think you'll all really like it. If I had to give it a tagline I'd have to say:Can living your truth ever truly be a lie, when it comes to matters of the heart?Isn't that nice? I thought so. Well, enjoy your teaser!
Mommy's Name is Daddy Now"Sit down Tiffany," Dylen commanded, a no-nonsense tone to his voice that he knew his daughter would heed. "You're not in trouble as far as I know, so you might as well chill out." He watched in amusement as his eldest daughter Tiffany turned to look at him, horror blatantly displayed on her face."Did you just say 'chill out' Daddy?" the young, seven year old asked as if Dylen had committed the unpardonable sin. He laughed mentally as he thought about all the sins he'd committed over the years that his daughter wasn't even aware of…ones she'd never find out about. Not if he had anything to do with it."Maayybe," he hedged, clenching his fists and pressing his nails into the palms of his hands in an effort to stop himself from laughing. Especially since he knew that his daughter would be completely mortified if he started laughing at himself. She was so much different from her younger siblings, Mylynda, who at the age of three, still thought that everything her father did was amazing and Justin, who as a newborn thought that the entire world was fascinating. Dylen knew that wouldn't last long. One day they would both look at him the same way that Tiffany did, as if he were the most uncoolest father in the history of "fatherdom." Which was absolutely ridiculous because his father would always hold that title. He snorted as Tiffany narrowed her eyes at him before turning back to the sketchpad in front of her to continue the drawing of her teacher that she'd started.Dylen discreetly looked at the sketch and was once again floored by his daughter's talent, and while he was definitely a little biased, he knew that she was probably one of the greatest artists to ever live. Even with all of that talent, he knew that there was no way that there was a man that gorgeous in existence. Except for maybe Brad Pitt….before the whole committed relationship and kids, of course. There was something about getting in a serious relationship and having kids that seemed to change a person's physical appearance. They either got better looking to the rest of the world, or they started getting more homely. Although Dylen was only speaking from an outsider's point of view. While he had three children, none of them came about because of a committed relationship, they were all the products of one night stands and surrogates. He loved them all fiercely though, which to him was all that really mattered.Dylen pulled himself out of his own personal musings when he heard the door to the classroom open and turned to face Tiffany's teacher. His breath caught in his chest and he felt himself get absolutely stuck on stupid.Oh. My. God. He thought to himself. I think I just had an orgasm just from looking at him.He knew that it was a stupid thought, just as much as he knew that if he told his friend Cherise, she would laugh at him and tell him how he didn't "make no sense at all." However, he didn't know of any other way to describe his body's reaction to Tiffany's teacher. The man's black hair looked as if he'd just dragged his fingers through it, or someone had just pulled their fingers free from the silky locks, giving the other man a definite "just fucked" looked. His broad shoulders and the button down shirt that looked painted on his upper torso, let Dylen know that whenever this man wasn't teaching students he was in the gym working out.I wonder if he can benchpress me…Dylen thought, a hot flush rushing to his cheeks when he realized that Tiffany had been talking to him, probably introducing him to her teacher, and he'd been so focused on eye-fucking said teacher that he'd completely missed everything."I'm sorry. What did you say baby?" he asked. He knew his voice sounded distracted but he couldn't do anything to help it at that point. He was on a totally different mental plane. He was on Cloud Sixty-Nine with the fucking…oh, wait, the fracking hot teacher. He just wanted two minutes to be able to have his mental orgasm with the teacher before he had to return to the reality of being a single father whose sex life was like the Holy Grail. Someone saw it at one point. It was even touched and enjoyed by a few people, but it has since completely disappeared and even though so many people searched for it, it was a myth and would never be seen again."Thank you so much for being here today Mr. Roland," the gorgeously fuckable teacher said.Shit. Well, there goes the fucking fantasy. Dylen sighed with extreme disappointment and pasted a false smile on his face as he stood from his chair to step forward to shake the teacher's hand. Another fantasy to experience late at night for those fifteen minutes that I get to sleep, he promised himself that he would try to lengthen those fifteen minutes out to at least twenty five, which would give him exactly ten minutes to have a mind-blowing jerk-off session and orgasm….okay, the orgasm probably wouldn't happen but the jerking off most definitely would.Grasping the much larger hand of the teacher's hand in his own, Dylen fought the shiver that threatened to sweep over his body. Goddamn fucking over sensitive body, he thought to himself. He would of course only have to touch the hand of the teacher from gay man heaven to have an orgasm."Thank you for asking me, Mr-" Dylen hedged, blanking on the teacher's name for a moment. Fucking shit goddammit all to fucking hell, he berated himself. How could he have forgotten the teacher's name that quickly? He'd been repeating it to himself all day since he'd gotten the phone call that morning."Perry," the teacher, Mr. Perry, offered with a grin. Dylen smiled back and nodded at him."Mr. Perry," he repeated like an idiotic parrot. He ignored the grimace coming from his oldest child and instead returned to his seat as soon as Mr. Perry directed him to do so. He wedged his body into the desk next to Tiffany that he'd just vacated and watched as Mr. Perry sat on the edge of his desk. He was certainly glad that this man was teaching second grade and not college…or even high school. None of the students would get any work done if he was constantly sitting on the edge of his desk in front of them the way he was right then at that moment.Dylen tried, he really did, to keep his eyes on Mr. Perry's face as the other man started talking, but he found it an absolutely impossible task. His gaze continued to stray to the other man's crotch, to the very impressive bulge there. Dylen's ass hole clenched as if it too could imagine being filled with the teacher's ruler. He rolled his eyes at himself mentally. Oh my gods, when did I start getting so corny? He wondered and then realized that Mr. Perry had asked him a question.Shit."I'm sorry. I totally missed that. What did you say?" Dylen apologized and grinned sheepishly at Tiffany when she groaned in a way that only a seven year old girl could do. Annoying his daughter did seem to be one of the perks of being a father. He turned his full attention back to Mr. Perry and felt his cheeks rise with his smile.

I've decided to start something....or to try and start something. A schedule of sorts to keep me writing and to keep you all...entertained with The Vic.

So...

Sunday:   Six Sentence Sunday/Sunday Snog
Monday:   Man-oh-Man Monday
Tuesday:    Tantalizing Teaser Tuesday
Wednesday: Wacky Writer Wednesday
Thursday:   Truth or Dare Lustful Thursday
Friday:   Fabulous Blog Pimpage Friday/Flash Fiction Friday
Saturday:   Saturday Snark


So, since today is Monday (give it up for Mondays!!), that means it's Man-oh-Man Monday. For me that means that I find a sexy picture, either from online or from my *cough* "research" folder and I write a very quick flash fiction piece about said picture. Only 1500K words at the most (yeesh! Let's hope I can keep it to 1500K because we KNOW that I can't keep it at 1K) and if it sparks off a book or a blog story, well, I guess that's up to you all and your response.

Here's today's picture:

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Man-oh-Man Monday: The Confession


"I don't understand why you just won't go on the date with her," Quincy stated in a frustrated manner as he turned to look at his best friend Roland. The two men were lounging by the pool, neither of them wanted to get in fully, but after a hard day of working at the precinct they both could use a little bit of relaxation.
"It's not that I don't want to go on the date with her, I don't want to go on a date with anyone," Roland replied  stubbornly and Quincy rolled his eyes.
"Look man, you have got to get over your ex. I mean, I never even met her, but if she would be so stupid as to dump you because of your job, well...," he sighed as he watched pain flare up in his friend's eyes. "She wasn't the one, buddy, she just wasn't the one."
He hated to hurt his friend in this way, but it had been over a year since Roland had stomped into the precinct and told him that he was single now and there was no way that he'd be able to introduce his significant other to Quincy and his wife, Elaine, when he didn't have a significant other any more. Quincy could tell that it had really hurt. Roland hadn't been the same ever since that day. He'd become more withdrawn, he smiled less and the worse thing of all is that he'd stopped hanging out with Quincy. One of those things came with the job. They worked sex crimes, so it was a given that they'd stop smiling eventually. The job had a way of stripping the soul and the joy from anyone, leaving behind an emotionless husk of the former person. They were all warned of that when they transferred into the department, but they all had their reasons for taking the job, they all had their reasons for their extreme dedication, and they all had their reasons for staying.
Quincy didn't know what Roland's reason was, but he knew what his reason was and he knew that nothing was pulling him away from the job, nothing.
Just like he knew that nothing in the world would or could pull him away from his best friend. Not even his wife who seemed to have a major issue with the other man. It wasn't like the two of them were having an affair with each other. Hell, they were both straight any way, but, Elaine seemed to be under the assumption that two men, who were partners in law enforcement, just couldn't be as close as the two of them were unless they were up to something besides friendship. She was a suspicious, cold-hearted bitch and if she wasn't so goddamned beautiful and didn't have him by the short hairs, he would have divorced her a long time ago. But, she had that damaging photo and those damning videos that no one could ever see and he had to stay with her if he wanted to keep his reputation, his job and his friendship with Roland. Of those things his friendship with Roland was the most important thing.
His friendship with Roland was, without a doubt, the best thing he had going for him in his life besides his job and while he knew that at some point his job would end, he never wanted to lose Roland. Which wasn't something that he wanted to examine too closely.
"You think I don't know that Q? I know when someone is the one for me or not. I know when the person I'm with is no longer the person that I need, but you don't get it," Roland groused, shoving his fingers through his thick, black hair in frustration. Quincy felt his stomach clench as he watched Roland's hand. He wondered, not for the first time, if Roland's hair was really as soft as it looked. If the strands would wrap around his fingers like soft, lustrous vines and cling to his digits. Would Roland groan if he pulled on the strands a little? Would he close his eyes in pleasure? Would he-
Jerking himself roughly out of his musings, Quincy took in a shaky breath. He couldn't let himself keep thinking along those lines. It had gotten him into a lot of trouble as a kid and even more trouble as an adult, with his wife. He couldn't finish that sentence, couldn't let that fantasy play itself out. It was wrong, unnatural. Besides, there was no way he was gay, or bisexual or bi-curious. He was a straight, married, police officer for Christ's sake. Those things prevented him from being anything other than a straight-as-an-arrow, happy heterosexual. Right?
"What don't I get Ro?" He asked his friend, dragging his mind out of the gutter and the depressing thoughts that swirled there and back on the conversation that he was having at the moment. "I get that you feel lonely, and I get that you feel like you'll never love anyone the way that you loved her but-"
"He," Roland interrupted softly.
Quincy stopped abruptly, turning to look at his friend where he rested against the side of the pool wall, his eyes blinked in absolute stupefaction. There was no way that he'd just heard Roland right.
"Wait...what?" he asked, leaning closer to his best friend, his heart thundering in his chest, his palms sweating where the rested on the edge of the pool, his feet that he'd put inside of the refreshing pool water, arched slightly as his body tensed. Every muscle in his body clenched as he waited for Roland's response. He didn't know why it was so important to him but it was.
"I said, he. My ex was a he. A guy. And he didn't break up with me. I broke up with him. After two years together I dumped him because I couldn't live a lie anymore," Roland replied finally, sounding oddly close to tears as if he were afraid that he was about to lose the most important thing in the world to him.
"What lie? That you were gay?" Quincy asked, not understanding Roland's words. Shock rippled over his skin, causing the flesh to break out in tiny goose bumps across his slightly tanned skin. He tried to process Roland's words but his eyes continued to return to his friend's naked chest and his full lips. Why had he never noticed how heart-breakingly beautiful Roland was?
"No. The lie that I loved him. I've never loved him. I've been in love with someone else for the last ten years. Ever since I transferred into the department," Roland stated, his eyes intent on Quincy's face.
Quincy's eyebrows lowered in confusion and his head shook slightly as he leaned back just a fraction.
"Ten years? That's how long we've been partners. How could you have been in love with someone for that long and I not know? Who is this person? Why didn't you ever tell me that you were gay? Why aren't you with this person? This...guy?" he asked, his voice rising slightly as the full impact of Roland's statement began to wash over him.
"He's married and straight...I think. Or he may be married and in the closet. Either way it wouldn't work because he thinks that he's straight, but he knows and I know that he's married so he's off limits," Roland answered, a sardonic smile coming to his face.
"But if you love him, you should tell him. You never know. Maybe he loves you too but he doesn't know it, or maybe you'll find out that he's an asshole and you can move on." Quincy paused, his breath catching in his chest, a lump coming to his throat at the thought that the man in question could be in love with his best friend and then take Roland away from him. "Who is this man?" he asked quietly.
He wasn't prepared for Roland to grab his face and jerk him close to his body. He wasn't ready for the hard press of Roland's lips on his own and he certainly wasn't prepared for how quickly his own body responded to the kiss, the lengthening and hardening of his penis, shocked him even as he moaned into Roland's mouth. His hands came up to the back of Roland's head and he held on tightly, returning the other man's kiss just as fiercely before the two finally pulled away to get some much needed air.
Roland looked at him with love in his eyes, unshed tears making them appear glassy as he gave Quincy a soft, sad smile, one that almost ripped his heart in two before he answered, "You."

Six Sentence Sunday
Mark Me (The Dom series, Book One)
Pressing his nosebehind the other man's ear he inhaled deeply and bit down before trailing histongue down the side of his neck. Rolling the taste of his sub, his man…HISlover on his tongue, he groaned in supreme male satisfaction. He didn't knowwhy Daniel was fighting so hard against his possession, why the younger man couldn't just give in to him. Didn't he know how well Vicktor would take careof him? He obviously didn't, so it was up to Vicktor to show him.With a wolfish grin, he placed his hands on the collar ofDaniel's shirt and ripped the cotton fabric right down the middle, ignoringDaniel's gasp.

So this is way unedited but I'm so happy to be writing...anything that I just had to share!
Here is the blurb and an excerpt from the book that I'm currently writing:
Macdonald Dempsey has spent his life devoted to his job on the force, his ultra conservative parents and to being in the best shape he could possibly be in for the one man who would be able to handle his job on the force and his ultra conservative parents. When he is called out to the scene of suspicious fire at a senior citizen living facility, the third one in the Des Moines area, he doesn't expect to see anything that he hasn't already seen before. He didn't expect to see Kellen Anderson and he especially didn't expect to follow Kellen to his job with the sole purpose of seducing the younger man into a life and a future with him...after only one meeting. That's just what he did, however, and when his relationship with Kellen causes the Senior Citizen Arsonist to target Macdonald's man, he will stop at nothing to keep the younger man safe.Kellen Anderson loves being a pediatrician. He loves his loving and supportive family and he loves being single...okay, scratch that, he doesn't love being single, but he refuses to be stuck in another dead-end relationship with a man who is stuck in the closet. When he receives word that his grandmother's apartment complex is on fire, he races over to check on her and instead finds himself beginning a relationship with Detective Macdonald Dempsey, a man who screams control, domination, top and man, all without saying a word. All things that Kellen finds himself inexplicably drawn too. He's spent his life being teased and picked on for being thin, short and looking feminine, all he wants is for someone to love him as he is. Macdonald just might be that man.Even in the midst of being threatened by a crazed arsonist, their families's interference and the conflict with their jobs, Kellen and Macdonald find themselves falling deeper and deeper in love with  each other. Will their love endure all that life throws at it or will Ivory and Ebony's love story burn out long before they want it to?
Excerpt:                The first time that Macdonald Dempsey saw Kellen Anderson it was when the younger, shorter, extremely thinner black man was racing towards the still smoking apartment building where his grandmother lived. The younger man was frantic, shouting, demanding answers, pretty much being ignored by anyone taller than him, which was pretty much every one, and Macdonald fell in love. He'd never been attracted to twinks before, and he had to admit to a bit of racial sexuality profiling but he'd always suspected that all black gays were Doms or at least tops, but this man screamed "Dominate me and then fuck me until I scream!" He so wanted to answer that call, but being on duty prevented him from taking up the smaller man on his silent offer. Since he couldn't give into his hardened cock's demands and bend the beautiful black man over the front of the nearest police cruiser and fuck him to within an inch of his life, he decided to do the next best thing. Walking up to the panicked young man he put on his friendliest smile and introduced himself. It changed his life forever, that introduction, but he couldn't feel one ounce of regret over it.                "Hi, I'm Detective Macdonald Dempsey, is there something that I can help you with Mr.-?" he inquired, his eyes taking in the beautiful brown eyes in his soon-to-be lover's face, the full, pouty lips, the surprisingly long, straight black hair that fell to the other man's shoulders, the thin nose, the small, compact, thin body that was completely covered in a long trench coat that completely covered the other man's ass. Much to Macdonald's disappointment. His eyes were also drawn to the black and silver scarf that wrapped around the smaller man's neck, eliciting all manner of naughty thoughts about what he could do with said scarf in his mind.                "Kellen Anderson," the smaller man said, his voice rushed and lilting. Macdonald was enchanted as the melodious sound washed over his senses, causing his skin to break out in delicious goose bumps and his cock to harden behind the black slacks of his suit. He knew, in some distant corner of his mind, that lusting after the family member of one of the apartment complex's inhabitants was in bad form, but in that moment he couldn't bring himself to care. He would feel guilty about it tomorrow…or after he'd had a chance to get a taste of Kellen's lips. Yeah, he'd feel guilty about it then.                "I'm trying to find out some information about my grandmother. She lives here and no one will tell me anything about her. Is she okay? Was she hurt? Is she still alive?" Kellen asked him, his hands lifting up and grabbing the front of Macdonald's shirt.                Macdonald swallowed back the low growl of arousal and pure animalistic hunger that threatened to burst forth from his chest and focused on the questions that Kellen had asked and not on the feeling of the smaller man's hands on his chest or the plump lips that glistened with saliva from where Kellen had licked them in nervousness. He was a goddamn professional and regardless of how attractive he found Kellen, which was a lot, he could do his job and he would do it well. Lifting his right hand he placed it over Kellen's much smaller ones that rested against his chest, his eyes taking in the sharp contrast to their skin tones, Kellen's skin a rich brown color, his skin a slightly tanned peach color. The colors were beautiful together and he inhaled deeply in an effort to push away the groan that tried to push through his lips at the image of Kellen underneath him, his plump lips open in pleasure.                What the hell was wrong with him? Sure, he'd been attracted to men before. Always smaller and cuter than he could ever hope to be, but what he was feeling went beyond just plain attraction. He felt drawn to Kellen. Like he needed the other man. He needed Kellen beneath him, needed Kellen to scream his name, needed to feel the tight muscles of Kellen's ass squeezing his cock, while his neck stretched tight and his head eyes closed in rapture, Macdonald's name on his lips. Macdonald needed Kellen in his life like he needed his next breath to stay alive and that wasn't something that made sense to him. It wasn't rational and it wasn't logical and it sure as hell wasn't normal. He wasn't some blushing schoolgirl who believed in love at first sight and sparkling vampires who never age and who obsess over plain, overly dramatic high school girls. He was a forty-one year old police detective. He had lived a long life. He had experienced things that others only dream about. He'd seen a lot of the world, served in the military. He was a man, a very rational, very self-aware gay man who did not fall in love with and start to crave someone at first sight.                That was his story and he was sticking to it, even if he knew that as far as Kellen Anderson was concerned, none of it was true.                "I'll go ahead and find out what I can about your grandmother, okay Mr. Anderson? What's her name?" he asked, adopting a very professional tone, praying desperately that Kellen wouldn't look down and see the bulge that pressed firmly against the front of his pants. He knew that at some point that day he was going to have to find a bathroom so that he could take care of his rather big problem, but he couldn't in that moment and so he instead focused on helping Kellen and hopefully finding out some more information in the process.                "Gladys Mae Anderson, Detective." Kellen's voice seemed calmer now that Macdonald was going to help him. At the appearance of Kellen's shy smile, Macdonald felt his chest swell with pride at having made the other man happy.                Grabbing the walkie-talkie that he'd clipped to the back of his pants with his left hand, Macdonald asked his partner, Adam Stone if he had any information on the residents of the building, in particular a Mrs. Gladys Mae Anderson. Hearing Adam's reply, Macdonald smiled broadly and nodded in reassurance to Kellen. That was good news indeed. Letting Adam know that he'd be catching up to him in a bit, Macdonald turned to Kellen and patted his hands reassuringly once again.                "All of the residents of the building were evacuated in time and taken over to Des Moines University Hospital to get checked out before they'll be placed in other living facilities in the area," he informed Kellen and watched as the smaller man breathed a sigh of relief before smiling back up at him.                The brilliance of Kellen's smile snatched the air right out of his lungs and Macdonald struggled to not pass out from the lack of oxygen in his chest or to pick Kellen up and rip the clothes from his body and fuck him against the nearest vehicle in front of everyone. It was a very hard task for him, but as he pulled in a deep breath, he was glad that he refrained himself. He didn't just want a quick fuck with Kellen, he was amazed to realize that he wanted a life with him.                "I'm a doctor at that hospital! Oh, that's so great! Thank you so much Detective Dempsey," Kellen's words seemed to all stumble over each other, but Macdonald caught them all. He opened his mouth to assure Kellen that it was no problem but the other man had already turned and run off, before Macdonald even had a chance to give him his number.                It was no matter though. He knew not only where Kellen was headed in that moment, but also where he worked. He would find "the doctor" and he would ask him out on a date. Snickering as he thought of Kellen in the role of the doctor on his favorite television show, "Doctor Who" on BBC America, Macdonald turned to go and find his partner. He was thinking that they may need to go and question the residents over at Des Moines University Hospital to see if anyone has seen or heard anything. He even knew the perfect resident to start with.                Gladys Mae Anderson, grandmother to Doctor Kellen Anderson.

For the last...month or so, I haven't been able to really write anything.It's starting to annoy me, quite a bit.I had books that were slated to be written, edited and published that have been pushed back and now I'm a whole month behind in my writing and editing and publishing.I can't help but wonder why.I've been writing since I was a kid but I feel as if my brain and my muse have been sucked right out of me.While I'm so excited by the wonderful things happening in my personal life, I can't help but be a little frustrated by the fact that my professional life seems to be, at least in my mind, suffering a little bit.I'm sure that my characters are talking to me. Know for a fact that Tommy never stops talking to me...ever, but I can't seem to hear them. There's nothing but white noise in my creative brain and I'm trying not to be concerned or worried, but I must admit to a little bit of nervousness on my part.Why me and why now? Now that people are expecting me to write, now that people are taking notice, now it seems as if I'm standing on stage with this huge wealth of talent within me and I open my mouth and nothing comes out.Stage fright. I have stage fright or what equates to writer's block and as someone who has only ever experienced this horrible, scary phenomenon a few times before in his life, and remembering the causes behind it, I can't help but wonder why it is happening now.I am determined to power through of course. So maybe I release free reads on here and on my website (http://www.vicktoralexander.com), different stories for different sites. Maybe I'll try getting you all involved to give me the umph, that push, the encouragement that I need to put my fingers to the keyboard and start writing again.Or maybe I'll just pour my woes out online and hope that somewhere out in the eternal cosmos my muse will hear and return to me from whatever vacation that he went on.Maybe then I'll be able to write again.
-Vicktor Alexander

So while today is a very exciting day for me (the fiance shows up today for a 2.5 week visit) I would remiss if I didn't share with you all that I will be at GRL 2012 in Albuquerque, NM as an author this year.

Yeah, I'm totally spazzing out about the whole thing as well.

I really enjoyed going last year, even though I almost didn't go.

My great-grandmother passed away the day before GRL began. I'd also just come out to my biological family and they did not take it well (as you may know). So I'd gone onto the GRL Yahoo group and told everyone that I was unsure about attending or not.

I'm glad that I did tell everyone and I'm glad that I went, because while I'd just lost my entire family either through them disowning me or through death, when I left GRL I had one of the coolest, most supportive, most loving families that I've ever known. Moms, brothers, sisters, aunts, cousins, friends....the list just goes on and on.

And now this year I'm going as an author.

An engaged author.

A best-selling author.

It is surreal, it is amazing and it is humbling.

I hope to see you all there.

If you can go to GRL (in Albuquerque, NM at the Hard Rock Casino & Hotel, October 18-21, 2012) but haven't registered yet go here and register: GRL.


Hope to see you all there and if you're there come by and say hi!

-Vicktor Alexander