Chapter 6 of Growing Josh is available on Nifty.
The latest release in Growing Josh has been submitted to GayAuthors, Literotica and Nifty.
Hope you enjoy it.
I just thought I’d drop everyone a note and let you know I haven’t dropped off the planet and Growing Josh is still in the works. It’s just putting up more of a fight than usual for these final few chapters. Yes, I know everyone will be bummed out, but the two year saga is going to wrap up sometime over the summer. But I don’t want it rushed, so I’m still working on it.
Afterwards, I’ll go back to Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks and work out those two’s issues.
The final thing is, I’ve decided to write a story for submission to a publisher. I’ve been working out the details in my free time (Que the hysterical laughter). Anyway, I’ll keep you posted.
Hang in there, hopefully in a few weeks the next chapter of GJ will be ready.
The newest chapter of Growing Josh is available on Nifty.
Chapter 5 of Growing Josh has been submitted to the various places. Stay tuned, hopefully they will be out before too long.
Growing Josh chapter 4 is posted to Nifty
Chapter 4 of Growing Josh has been submitted to everyone.
Brett was not enjoying the combination of sun, wind and spray that had left him feeling like the overcooked turkey his mother served up each Thanksgiving. The gallons of sunscreen slathered across his pale body, the hibiscus-covered board shorts and his stark white, zinc oxide coated nose topped with cheap sunglasses, reflected his mood.
He’d saved money since Christmas, working double and triple shifts at his minimum wage job, while taking university classes. Sun that hadn’t seen his pale Midwestern skin since the first winter storm of November was now trying to give him the stereotypical spring break roasting. The trip wasn’t turning into the dream vacation he’d hoped. Well it hadn’t until two seconds earlier, when his dream man had strolled onto the beach.
Brett watched him walk across the sugar sand beach, the midafternoon sun highlighting the golden tan that graced his body. The sunlight caught and reflected on the blond hair coating his legs, creating a golden aura that traveled down to his flip-flops. But Brett was drawn to his torso. It looked like the model for one of the classic Greek sculptures. He noted the concave stomach with its faint indication of a six-pack, and the well-defined Adonis belt rounding both sides of his waist before diving into his low-slung shorts, sending a flutter through Brett’s system. He stared intently, using the dark lenses of the five-dollar sunglasses to hide his interest. He had less control over his other visible response, the cock rapidly swelling in his shorts.
Unwilling, or unable, to look away, Brett continued to drink in the vision before him. The dream in board shorts stopped to talk to a raven-haired woman, and Brett frowned in ill concealed jealousy. But the animated conversation gave Brett the chance to watch his chest flex in the afternoon sun, the corners of his well-developed pectoral muscles punctuated by tiny dark nipples.
His dick morphed into stone as dream boy finished his conversation and resumed his stroll across the beach. Brett felt his mouth go dry as he watched the man move closer, a drink in each hand. Brett swallowed hard as the blond closed the final few feet and stopped beside his towel.
Brett smiled as the hot young man handed him a pink drink with a paper umbrella. Brett took it carefully, sampling the candy-colored elixir. He motioned to the blanket beside him, and watched him lower himself. Brett’s pulse raced at the sight of almost invisible hairs coating the middle of the man’s chest, gathering to a slightly more visible line that traveled down the center of his torso to disperse around his navel. Brett suddenly realized the sunglasses were no longer protecting him from being exposed as a voyeur. In a valiant attempt at recovery, his stare drifted upward. When he reached the jade green eyes, the daydream smiled.
“You know, Brett, just because you’re gay doesn’t mean your drink always has to be pastel and have an umbrella.”
Brett took another sip of his drink. “I know, Justin. But it’s so hot watching you walk back with them in your hands.”
Justin wiggled into place beside his boyfriend, taking a sip of his whiskey sour. “Fantasizing again?”
“Oh, hell yes!” said Brett with a chuckle.
Justin winked at him. “Behave and later I’ll make the monster that’s trying to tear open the front of those tacky shorts very happy.”
“Ummm,” said Brett with a smile of anticipation.