Vicktor Alexander's Blog, page 45

*I am shaking my fist at Matt and Brad mentally as I write this.*

So, everyone knows that I used to be in the Army.  (What do you mean you didn't know?  It's a well known fact!)

And at some point I was a virgin (Although it was so long ago that I'm beginning to doubt it ever truly existed).

So when my "little brothers" Matt and Brad (of the 2 Boys in Love blog) put up a post about "losing" their virginity I was equal parts intrigued and slightly "cringey" (yes cringey is a word...I'm making it one), because you know, they're like my little brothers.  LOL.

Anyway, so when I went to read their post today and then saw the words: Virgin Special Forces, my mind, through no further enticement, jumped on the title AND the idea and I saw a group of guys, ten maybe, who are all in the military together, five of which are gay, who are deployed to Iraq and how those five guys lose their virginity.

Sounds interesting huh?

I think so too (Damn you Matt and Brad for giving me MORE inspiration to write).

So rather than spending my day watching horror movies all day (*sigh* Halloween).  I will be drafting up the books for The VSF Series, which I of course will have to dedicate to JayHJay and Matt and Brad.

And so you can see how quickly my brain works with these things, here's the first part of book one's chapter one.  Called, The Alpha Team:


"I'm losing my virginity to him before this week is over or I'm going to throw myself in front of the next suicide bomber and just be done with the whole thing," Luke pouted before throwing himself onto his cot in frustration.  He heard the other members of his platoon laugh and huffed in frustration before rolling over to stare up at the ceiling.


"Still pining away for the Sergeant, huh O'Malley?" Luke's best friend Traven Anderson snickered from the cot next to his.  Turning his head to look at Traven, Luke gave into his childish urge and stuck out his tongue.


"Hey O'Malley.  Try not to go waving that thing around unless you plan on using it," Francis Trout, their platoon leader grinned from the floor where he lay doing one-handed push ups.


Show off, Luke thought to himself, before turning his attention back to Traven.  "You don't understand," he whined, feeling his cock thicken at the thought of their Commanding Officer, First Sergeant Connor Wilkins.  The man was a walking wet dream.  Standing at six foot six, his black hair cut in a buzz cut, his blue eyes dark as twilight, his body broad and hugely muscled and his voice...


Luke shivered with uncontrollable desire.  "He is the sexiest man alive and he has no idea that he is.  I just want to lick him from head to toe and then bend over and ask him to ride me hard and fast," Luke confided in his best friend moments before he heard the loud bellow of the man in question, calling for bunk inspection and he leaped to his feet and brought his body to attention, immediately.


His eyes drank in the sight of First Sergeant Wilkins as the man strode down the line looking over everyone's bunks as he passed.  This was their last bunk inspection before they were deployed to Iraq on Sunday and he didn't want to fail this one like he'd failed all of the others.  He glanced surreptitiously at First Sergeant Wilkins from the corner of his eyes as the man stepped closer to him, his gaze taking in his ever movement.  He watched as the larger man stopped in front of him, standing close to him as he looked at his bunk before glancing down at him sternly.


"It's about damn time O'Malley.  You finally learned how to pass a bunk inspection," he stated, his voice low and next to Luke's ear.


"I wanted to make sure I showed you that I know how to handle a bunk, sir," Luke replied breathlessly, holding his First Sergeant's gaze steadily, even though his heart pounded in his chest.  He watched as First Sergeant Wilkins's eyes darkened with desire before clearing as if someone had placed a wall in front of them.  He held onto his barely controlled desire with two clenched fists as he watched his CO finish the inspections before declaring that everyone passed and striding out without another word...and without glancing in his direction again.


As soon as the door closed behind him, Luke sank to his bed, his body trembling.


"Oh my god," he breathed.


"Damn O'Malley.  I thought you and First Sergeant Wilkins were about to start fucking like animals right in front of us," Phillip Roan, another member of the unofficially named "Virgin Special Forces," stated with a grin.


Luke smiled back at Phillip, who hi-fived his twin brother Peter, and collapsed backwards onto his bed again.  "By the end of this week, I swear I'm losing my virginity to him," he declared.


~~**~~                             ~~**~~


Leaning against the wall outside of the barracks, Connor Wilkins grinned wolfishly.  So Luke O'Malley wanted to lose his virginity huh?  Well, Connor would give him what he wanted, and maybe a little more than he bargained for as well.




So there you go.  The Virgin Special Forces has been started in my mind and I can already tell that I'm going to enjoy writing Connor and Luke's story.

Happy Reading and Happy Halloween!!

{HUGZ, SQUEEZES, FIST BUMPS AND SALUTES!}

V. Vee

So I was watching 1 Girl 5 Gays on Logo last night and early this morning (it's my ritual, it's always how I end up falling asleep) and one of the questions was: "How do you want to die?"  Well, I sort of chuckled because one of the things that I've always told people that know me is that I wanted to die right in the middle of having the best orgasm of my life.  Yes, it may be traumatic for my partner, and very selfish of me, but....what a way to go right?

Anyway, we know how my little overachieving, energetic little brain likes to work and the next thing you know I had a new idea for a web story (because I'm not sure if I'm going to make it into a book just yet) where one of the MCs, Duan, is the partner who is left behind after losing his partner in that way.  I mean, how traumatized would a person be after that?  How would that affect their future relationships and even more than that...how do you explain that to the police?  As those questions went through my head I discovered my other MC, Joshua, the police officer called onto the scene.  Anyone else see the potential for drama, suspense and even more fun...some hot, steamy, man-on-man sex with a uniform, some handcuffs and a really nice police cruiser?

Oh is that just me?

Well alright then.

Anyway, I'm going to start writing that and I'll post a new installment on Monday and Friday.  But here's a little something to get the story started:



"That's right baby, give it to me.  I want to feel you come all over my cock and then I'm going to fill you up so much that you're going to feel me for days," Alexander grunted in Duan's ear as he pounded his cock deeper into his ass.

"Oh shit, baby," Duan moaned, his limbs shaking as he felt his orgasm slowly begin to rush over him.

"Hell yeah," Alexander groaned as he brought his hand down and slapped Duan's right butt cheek.  Duan felt his body jerk from the force of the hit but groaned when the tingling sensation spread throughout his body.  Alexander knew that he loved to be spanked while the other man fucked him and he thoroughly enjoyed using that to his advantage.  "You want me to come in this black ass don't you?  This sexy chocolate body is mine isn't it?" Alexander asked through gritted teeth.

Duan was so lost in the throes of his own lust that the sound of Alexander's pain did not register with him and so he answered happily as he felt himself being dragged under by the force of his orgasm.  "Yes Alex!  Yes!  All yours!" he yelled out, certain that his next door neighbors were once again going to be calling the police on them.  He couldn't understand them, at first he'd thought their issue was because he was black, but they were genuinely nice to the other black couple in the building, so then he wondered if it was because Alexander was white, but then he saw how the other interracial couples were welcomed.  So he figured it had to be the gay thing, but then there was another gay couple that had moved in right across the hall and everyone loved them. So maybe it really was just that he and Alex could be a tad enthusiastic when they were making love.

"Ffuuuuucccckkkk," he heard Alexander groan before the bigger man collapsed on top of him.

Duan giggled and wrapped his arms and legs tightly around Alexander.  He loved his big, strong man.  He'd always been attracted to bigger men.  Maybe it was because he was short and thin, but whatever it was, he loved the feeling of a bigger man inside of him, holding him...crushing him into the bed after he'd had an orgasm.  Duan began pushing at Alexander and chuckling under his breath, very aware that it seemed as though the other man was still hard inside of him.

"Alex, baby.  You're crushing me," he laughed as he tapped the bigger man on his shoulder.  When Alexander didn't stir or make any type of noise, he tried again.  "Seriously Alex..." He looked up at the opened, glassy gaze of his partner of five years.  "Alex?" he whispered.  Pushing with all of his might, he rolled Alexander over in the bed and lifted himself off of the other man's fully erect penis.

"Alex?  Stop playing with me," he chastised the other man, lightly tapping his cheek.  When Alex still didn't respond he smacked his face harder.  "Alex?!  Alex?  Please baby!  Please say something!  Say something to me!!  Alex?  ALEX!!!!" he screamed, tears streaming down his face as the reality of the situation hit him.

Alexander was dead.  He'd died fucking Duan.  He'd died in the middle of an orgasm.

Duan had killed his partner.

Picking up the phone with a shaking hand, he dialed 911.  When he heard the delicate, female voice of the 911 operator he felt a sense of numbness wash over him and he responded in the only way he knew how.

"Please send over the ambulance.  My partner is dead.  I think I just killed him."

So I met an awesome girl named Kathleen through a thread on Goodreads.  She has this thing that she does on her blog called "Friday First Kisses."  She and I have been talking and she decided to write this week's FFK with a trans character.

Woohoo!!!

So go to her blog and read it.  I got to read it a few days ago and it is AH-MAH-ZING!

I've also decided to pimp a blog every Friday.  To show my support.  So much as I do on Twitter for the #FollowFriday I'm going to do "Blog Pimpage" either every Friday or every other Friday and if not a blog then an author or a person or an artist....yes.

And it shall be named: FRIDAY'S PIMPAGE!!!!

That's AWESOME!

Alright, anyway  here's the link to Kathleen's blog and the title of the "Friday First Kisses" post with the trans character is called "Perfect" starring Jesse and Leo: http://khayes54.livejournal.com

I just read an article and watched a very disturbing video of a young gay boy being beaten up at school while other students watched.  The bully in question waited for the student to enter before he attacked him and then other students stood around watching.

The bully has only been suspended for three days.

He even has a post of Facebook where he states: This is the definition of fa****.  This is one of the comments left on the Huffington Post article and I thought I'd share.  I've gotten involved and I want all of you to as well:

THIS IS A CALL TO ACTION! 
Shown below are the address and phone number of Union-Scio­­to High School. Also shown below are the email address of the principal and superinten­­dent: Let your voice be heard! Demand the attacker be permanentl­­y suspended - actually arrested and prosecuted­­. As parents, we need to take a stand that bullying and beatings will not be tolerated in our public high schools. The mother of the student that was savagely beaten needs our support:

Union-Scio­­to High School
14193 Pleasant Valley Road
Chillicoth­­­e, Ohio 45601
740-773-41­­­05

Superinten­­­dent: Dwight Garrett, dgarrett@m­­­ail.gsn.­k­1­2.oh.u­s
High School Principal: James Osborne, josborne@m­­­ail.gsn.­k­1­2.oh.u­s

Email addresses for all members of the school board can be found by scrolling down for another post on this thread.

I've decided to separate my "professional", "author" blog from my "real life," "me as a person" blog.  So on this blog I will post up information about my books, excerpts, giveaways, run contests, polls, etc.  and on my personal blog I'll be able to be my normal verbal vomiting self.  LOL.

I don't know which one I should warn you about more.  Hehehe.

But I thank you for following this blog and for supporting my writing.


Let the procrastination BEGIN!!


V. Vee