The Virgin Special Forces

*I decided to share this on both of my blogs because I'm sort of excited about it now.

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 virgins, 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!}

Vic

Markus Fucking Nelson

Today is an ACTUAL writing day (I promise!!) so I'm going to give you guys a sneak peek at one of the novels I'm writing.

Ultra-Conservative Republican, Markus Nelson, is a very successful businessman who is so closeted that it takes his lesbian sister to tell him that he's gay and a waiter at one of his favorite restaurants to prove it to him.  Markus falls head over heels for this waiter, Ethan, and in no time at all he's engaging in a clandestine relationship with him, even going so far as to move Ethan into his home.  However, Markus doesn't see why he should have to "come out of the closet."  He refuses to even consider tarnishing his reputation by admitting publicly that he is gay.  It takes an ultimatum from his "secret boyfriend," a disastrous birthday party, a few blackmail photos and letters and someone trying to kill his man before "Markus Fucking Nelson" begins to see that living his truth out loud and without shame is the most honorable and the most courageous thing that he could ever do.

                “You know you’re gay right?” my sister whispered in my ear as we walked towards our table. 

I chuckled softly, “Tiff, I can’t be gay, I’m a Republican,” I pointed out to her as we sat at our reserved table and settled into our seats. 

“Another tragedy.  I don’t see how I, the most liberal, card carrying member of PFLAG, a lipstick lesbian, got stuck with having a Republican for a brother,” Tiffany’s smile was indulgent, her sigh exasperated. 

“You poor thing,” I teased her as I looked back at my menu, my mind immediately going over my plans for the rest of the night as I decided what to order.  I ignored Tiffany as she once again pointed out why I absolutely had to be a homosexual.  It was an old debate and one I had no desire to indulge in with her.  I couldn’t figure out why she had suddenly latched onto the idea of me being gay, I guess her being the only one of our parent’s children who was gay, wasn’t suitable, she wanted the both of us to be gay.  My parents had suffered enough though and I wasn’t going to compound their problems, by giving my Ultra Conservative Republican parents a gay son on top of an unemployed, flighty, lesbian daughter. 

Tiffany continued to chatter and I continued to ignore her.  I knew that she could tell that I was ignoring her, that I wasn't paying any attention, but sometimes I think that Tiffany talks just to hear herself speak.  Then again, she was a woman, I hear they do that a lot.  I wouldn’t know, I usually fucked them and then sent them on their way, if they stuck around for the night, they usually thought that that meant that they were sticking around forever.  That would never happen.  No one got a chance to stick around forever in my love life, it was too messy and I didn’t do messy.  Or complicated.  And I certainly didn’t do gay. 

“-And Mark if you would just stop trying to be this unattainable perfect version of the perfect son, the perfect man, the perfect fucking Republican, then maybe you could be happy with your shitload of money rather than complaining about it all of the goddamned time,” Tiffany hissed at me and I looked up, finally, to stare into her hazel eyes that were so much like mine.  I hadn’t realized that I had been annoying my baby sister with frustration with my life. 

I worked hard, as a matter of fact, Fortune Magazine called me the hardest working man in America.  I owned three different companies, had just branched out into acquisitions and mergers and had decided to snap up the few companies that I’d had my eye on.  I worked out fiercely when I wasn’t working and it seemed as though if I wasn’t working or working out at the gym then I was sleeping.  It was what my life consisted of: work, vanity and sleep.  I didn’t see a problem with that.  I did have a problem with the fact that the more money I made the more people seemed to pop up wanting some of it.  I was a bastard, I knew that, an asshole, but I wasn’t a complete bastard.  I donated money to a few charities, pledged thousands of dollars to orphanages and youth centers.  I was called a saint as well as the hardest working man in America.  I had women who threw themselves at me.  They all wanted to be the next Mrs. Nelson, none of them realized that there would never be a Mrs. Nelson. 

It wasn’t because I was gay like my sister thought, regardless of if I sometimes checked other men out or imagined what it would feel like to suck another man’s cock, to drink his sperm or to fuck his tight ass, those things did not make me gay, those things made me sleep deprived, horny and an even angrier bastard.  No, there would be no Mrs. Nelson because all of those women who threw themselves at me were gold-digging bitches, who would just as soon marry me, have children for me and then divorce me to get alimony and child support so they could have an illicit affair with the man they were really in love with as marry me and then kill me so they could get my life insurance and all of my money.  Tiffany had never understood that, never understood my acceptance of one night stands and my willingness to have short term affairs with women who never slept over and who knew at the beginning of our relationship that they were with me for two or three weeks and then that was it.  They would be gone and I would be satisfied…for a few days. 

Tiffany wanted the happily-ever-after, the marriage, the house, the kids, the minivan in the driveway, she just wanted it with another woman and she wanted me to have all of that with another man.  My sister was an idiot.  I didn’t care what this current President said, if he’d wanted to make gay marriage legal, he’d had a majority in the House and in the Senate when he’d first come into office, he could have passed it then, but he didn’t because he knew, just like every other self-respecting Republican and even some Liberals knew, gay marriages don’t work, they never would and more than that gay relationships were like romantic fairytales, good in theory, nice to dream about, but impossible in execution. 

I gave Tiffany my most charming smile, “Okay Tiff honey, you sound a little frustrated about me talking to you about my issues with my career and my finances, so I won’t talk to you about it anymore,” I reassured her.  I watched as she blinked and then growled softly in frustration, flipping her blonde hair back over her shoulder, my sister was beautiful, everyone said so, my buddies from college had remarked more than once that she was like a Christina Aguilera body double, both in face and form.  I didn’t compare my sister to anyone, she was my sister for Christ’s sake, but I knew she was beautiful.  Just like I knew that people found me attractive.  My black hair was cut short in the back, longer in the front and slicked back, always giving me the appearance of a professional man.  I had hazel eyes just like Tiffany and I went to great lengths to have a body like a fucking linebacker.  When I worked out I felt like a man, and a real man didn’t fantasize about other men. 

“That’s not what I meant you ass,” Tiffany stated furiously as she whipped out her napkin and shook it furiously before placing it over her lap.  “You’re unhappy Markus, I know you are.  I’m your sister, I know you and even sitting here looking in your eyes, I can see the sadness.  You’re not happy with your life and you’re hiding a big part of yourself and if you’d take your head out of your homophobic ass for a second, you’d realize that the reason you fight so hard to appear ‘not’ gay is because you are gay and you’re afraid of what people will think about you.  You’re not that scared, scrawny, super tall, twelve year old little boy anymore Markus.  You’re a grown ass man who owns companies and has a mansion with a butler, housekeeper, cook, gardener and chauffeur with three vacation homes, a private jet and more money than Croesus.  You’ve accomplished so much, you’ve filled out, you can take down any man that approaches you, so no one can hurt you when you’re finally honest with yourself that you’re gay.” 

I hated my sister.  I hated her for bringing up the past.  I hated her for seeing too much and knowing me too well.  I hated her for being right and I knew who I was.  I was Markus fucking Nelson and no one told me what I was, I told them.  Point blank, period. 

“Tiff, for the last time, I am not ga-“ my words cut off as I saw an angel walk towards our table and my breath caught in my throat.  Chestnut hair pulled back into a ponytail, strong cheekbones, slender neck, square jaw, green eyes, long, slim fingers, a slender build.  I was enchanted by this beauty.  I slid out of the booth and stood next to the table when this angel, my angel, stopped next to the table. 

“Hi, my name is Ethan and I’ll be your waiter tonight.  Is there anything I can start you off with?” this angel, this male angel said, eyeing me warily and I felt myself falter.  I looked helplessly into my sister’s eyes and saw them brimming with merriment.  She had seen my entire reaction, her eyes drifted down and she saw my erection pressing against the front of my black dress pants and she smirked.  I was caught, well and truly caught, lusting after a man.  What the hell was wrong with me? 

“You know what I think we’ll start with some champagne,” Tiffany said as I slowly sat back down in my seat, my eyes darting back from Ethan to Tiffany, my brain turned to mush, my body moving as if through sludge. 

“Oh, are you guys having a celebration?” Ethan asked with a smile as he wrote on his notepad and waited for us to either order our meal or ask him to give us a few minutes. 

Tiffany laughed in delight, “Oh yeah, we’re celebrating all right.  We’re celebrating the fact that my brother just came out of the closet.  He’s here, he’s queer, he’s Markus fucking Nelson!”  I watched as Ethan turned to look at me, his eyes wide, but a small smile curving his lips.  I wondered if that was because he knew who I was and he couldn’t wait to leak it to the tabloids or if it was for some other reason. 

“Well, welcome to the club Mr. Nelson.  We’re certainly glad to have you,” he said instead with an indulgent smile and all I could do was blink at him and then blink at my sister.  What was I supposed to say to that?  What did you say when you’d just been outed by your sister because you were ogling and fell headfirst into lust with your extremely hot waiter? 

“Thanks,” I said my voice raspy and ignored Tiffany as she exploded into laughter again.

Damien & Roman: Forever (Part Three)

So with my whole sojourn into the hospital yesterday and then being on bed rest today while my body still fights the "poison" in my body, and Jack playing nursemaid, I had a lot of time to write.  So the words for "D & R" came flowing out.  I'm not going to put up all of it, but I will put up Part Three today.  So enjoy!!






WHAT HAPPENED AFTER YOU LEFT HOME?


Roman:


     Actually I drove and drove and drove until my vision got blurry and only then did I stop.  When I pulled into the nearest gas station to ask where I was, they told me I was in Frankfort, Kentucky.  I was a little surprised that I'd driven out to Kentucky of all places, much less Frankfort.  I looked around the store and the streets for about ten minutes and I was the only black person around.  I was a little unsure of how I was going to be treated, I wasn't too sure of the racial climate in Frankfort, but I knew that it was as good a place as any, at least for the night.  I bought about seventy five dollars worth of food and was just about to walk out when this very thin guy, about my height, maybe a little shorter, with red hair, blue eyes and freckles walked in the store.
     When he looked at me it was instantaneous.  For both of us.  He smiled at me and I smiled back.
     "And where are you going honey?" he'd asked me.  Oh yeah, he was a flaming homosexual.  I grinned at him.  Who would have thought that I would meet my new best friend in Frankfort, Kentucky?
     "I'd planned on finding a hotel to crash at for a few days before I moved on," I told him, the two of us stepping to the side when a large woman walked in.  She gave us both dirty looks and walked towards the back of the store. Without thinking I played a game aloud that I usually play in my head, when I tried to guess what she was in the store to buy.
     "Pepto-Bismol, donuts, beer, chips, sandwiches from the refrigerated section and three lottery tickets," I mumbled.  My new friend, whose name I still didn't know, chuckled and offered his own guess.
     "Pepto-Bismol, Drano, beer, five lottery tickets, donuts, chips, Big Gulp, tabloid magazine, three packs of cigarettes," he said with a smirk.
     I stared at him in shock when she got exactly what he'd said she would.
     "How in the hell did you know that?" I asked him.  He looked at me, with his blue eyes twinkling, and smiled.
     "Because that's my sister-in-law and it's what she sent me in here to buy," he said with a teasing grin.
     I felt myself blush, yes, black people can blush too, and opened my mouth to apologize, he shook his head with a laugh.
     "Don't apologize," he said, "You weren't being mean or insulting her, besides, it was fun," he said with a cheeky grin.  His sister-in-law walked up to us then and gave him a fond smile before looking at me suspiciously.  It was then that I realized that she thought I was trying to hit on her brother-in-law.  Which I found fucking hilarious, because while he was cute, he wasn't my type at all.  I liked to top, I loved it actually, and while in the bedroom I loved to dominate my partner.  I liked said partner to be bigger than me, however, because outside of the bedroom I wanted him to dominate me.  I just grinned at her though.  I loved to sort of ruffle people's feathers and keep them on their toes, it always drove my parents crazy.
     Thinking about my parents made me sort of sad though.  I'd driven all the way from Valdosta, Georgia to Frankfort, Kentucky without thinking about them once, and now they were forefront in my mind.  I gave myself a mental shake and focused on the pair in front of me.  They were both looking at me with looks of concern and shit.  It sort of unnerved me.  I couldn't remember the last time anyone had been worried about me.  That warm feeling that I got inside was new to me as well, it felt strangely like happiness or something equally thrilling.
     "What's wrong?  Your face just went from all happy to depressed in like a second," the woman asked.  I had to find out their names, because calling them "the woman" and "the twink" just wasn't going to cut it.
     I sort of lifted my left eyebrow at her, she had asked me a pretty private question.  To her credit, she didn't blush, not once, she just kept looking at me until I ended up blushing myself.
     "Oh man!  Sorry!  I'm Cody and this is my sister-in-law, Amy.  I married her brother, Kelvin," Cody said gesturing before turning to Amy.  "Amy, this is my new friend..." he turned to look at me with his eyebrows raised and I realized that he didn't know my name either.
     So I grinned at him and then held out my hand to Amy, "Just call me Roman."

Damien & Roman: Forever (Part Two)

Damien's Introduction:


     I came out to my parents when I was sixteen.  Neither of them were upset, though both of them were shocked.  You see, I'm not the stereotypical image of a gay man.  I look like an athlete, a big, huge muscle-bound athlete.  I've always looked that way and so I played into it.  I played sports all throughout high school and college.  Football, baseball, hockey, soccer.  It didn't matter what I was playing as long as there were sweaty men involved.
     My mother became the most supportive "gay mother" that I've ever known.  She joined PFLAG, she marched in pride parades, protested, signed petitions, she even joined Twitter so that she could meet more gays and get involved.
     My father was another story entirely.  While he didn't disown me or disparage me about what he called my "lifestyle choice," we never talked about it...ever.  When I brought boyfriends over for dinner he ignored them or treated them like they were just my friends and not my boyfriends.  As it was, after a few times of his indifference, I stopped bringing them over.
     Other than that my life was pretty normal.  I went to work, hung out with my friends, all of whom are gay, went on a couple of dates, worked out religiously, was extremely active in gay rights and spent an exorbitant amount of time online blogging and tweeting.
     Yes, my life was predictable and boring.  The thing is, I didn't know that it was.  I lived in blissful ignorance of how stale I was.  I watched my friends fall in love, get married, start families and thought that my time would surely come and I didn't have to change my routine at all.
     I have never been so wrong in my life.  There were so many missed opportunities, missed friendships, missed chances at relationships.  As a result, not only was I blissfully ignorant of how boring my life was, I was also ignorant of life in general.  Which I guess is the only excuse, or explanation, that I can offer for a lot of the mistakes that I made.  It is a common misconception that gays are extremely promiscuous or worldly, that as soon as we "come out" we instantly become knowledgeable of all things "sexually gay", all things worldly, all things business, real estate, political, fashionable or social.  We have to learn things just like everyone else.
     It's just that we tend to look so much more fashionable while we're learning it.
     I was actually still pretty ignorant by the time I met Roman, who was still technically Rachelle at the time.  The good thing is that my ignorance of life in general made me ignorant of how people who were transgender or bigender were "supposed" to be treated and viewed.  There was just something about Roman that called to me, something I responded to, something that made me long for him and fall in love with him.  I have never been so happy to be so ignorant in all of my life.

My Book Review of T.J. Klune's "Bear, Otter and the Kid"

I didn't think I'd find a book that could move me as much as Mary Calmes's "Trusted Bond" but I did.  T.J. Klune's "Bear, Otter and the Kid."  Here's the Blurb and my Review:

Bear, Otter, and the Kid

by T.J. Klune (Goodreads Author)

 4.55  ·   rating details  ·  82 ratings  ·  42 reviews

Three years ago, Bear McKenna’s mother took off for parts unknown with her new boyfriend, leaving Bear to raise his six-year-old brother Tyson, aka the Kid. Somehow they’ve muddled through, but since he’s totally devoted to the Kid, Bear isn’t actually doing much living—with a few exceptions, he’s retreated from the world, and he’s mostly okay with that. Until Otter comes home.

Otter is Bear’s best friend’s older brother, and as they’ve done for their whole lives, Bear and Otter crash and collide in ways neither expect. This time, though, there’s nowhere to run from the depth of emotion between them. Bear still believes his place is as the Kid’s guardian, but he can’t help thinking there could be something more for him in the world... something or someone

Bear, Otter, and the Kid by T.J. Klune
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

*Stands and applauds*

This book was filled with so much angst, anger, hurt, betrayal, loss, love, forgiveness, redemption, strength, character, wisdom, laughter, tears and deep-rooted connection and passion that I felt as if my entire body was tied up in knots as I read it.  I groaned and cried with Bear and the Kid.  I cheered Otter.  I hated Bear's mother with a passion.  I hid my face in shame with Bear.  I applauded the Kid's wisdom and I admired Otter's fortitude and determination to never give up on the man that he loves.

There were times when I hissed in agony over some of the conversations, not because they were badly written, but because they were so beautifully written that I felt as if I were the one being torn apart emotionally.  That it was me having my heart broken.  That I was the one being left and neglected.  I was the one being pushed away.  Like I was the one being betrayed.

I rooted for Bear, Otter and the Kid throughout this entire book and as the book grew closer to the end I grew nervous and despaired that maybe the author Mr. Klune just didn't see this couple the way I did.  I needn't have worried, however, because if Mr Klune could write a story of three people so wonderfully created to be together, their story so beautifully, shockingly and hauntingly real, then I should have known that the end of this book would be just as beautifully, shockingly and hauntingly realistic.

I think that even if I hadn't heard stirrings about a possible sequel, I still would have been satisfied by the ending.  The whole book was written from one person's perspective and then right there at the end, again in a beautifully brilliant way, the POV changes right there in the Epilogue.  It was so perfect and put tied such a wonderful bow on an already beautiful story that when it was over all I could do was sigh and applaud.


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