Skate Lace

When we got home we went upstairs to change out of our skating gear. My jeans were still wet from a fall and I imagine James’ clothes were also damp.

As I was arranging my stuff on the back of a chair to dry James called down the hall. “There’s lots of room in the shower if you’d like to join me.”

How could I resist?

The ensuite shower in James’ master suite, as I’d quickly discovered in those early days, was very large. Plenty big enough for two. Engineered as a wet room, the double ended shower had no glass door or curtain. Lined with grey tile and equipped with bench, cubbies for shampoo and other items, and state of the art rain shower heads, it was like being at a private spa.

“In you go,” James said, turning on one of the showerheads and directing me to stand underneath it. “I’ll be right back.”

I watched him walk out the door with some trepidation. He was naked, like I was, so I didn’t think he’d go far. But I was always a bit nervous when James did something unexpected. The guy was a virtuoso when it came to sexual game playing.

Sure enough, he came back into the bathroom carrying one of my skates.


“What the hell are you gonna do with that?” I asked, starting to feel very worried. I’d just had the blades sharpened.

James gave me a sly look and laid the skate on the bathroom counter. Then he began to very slowly pull the lace out of it, glancing at me with mysterious intent as he did so.

What was he planning? I shook the water out of my eyes and continued to wash myself as he extracted the dirty white lace from the skate boot.

When he had it free he balled it up in his fist and joined me in the shower, luckily leaving the skate itself on the bathroom counter.

He came under the hot water with me and immediately captured my lips with his, kissing me with passion. Then he pulled back.

He held out his fist and opened it so that the black skate lace unfurled from its anchor point between his fingers.

I glanced at him, wondering at his plans.


He held it under the water, wetting it thoroughly, and began to glide it over my skin, starting at my neck and shoulders but moving ever so slowly downward.

It felt like a tiny wet snake or sea creature caressing me. I closed my eyes to enjoy it even more, not knowing where it would land next. He took his time, sliding it over my wet buttocks, up my abdomen, over my shoulder, giving my skin the occasional soft kiss in its wake.

This was James’ skill. Taking something as simple and innocent as the lace from an old pair of skates and turning it into an implement of erotic seduction.

Finally, after teasing me for a very long time, he reached down and deftly tied the wet lace around the base of my erection, behind my balls, where it became the perfect makeshift cock ring.

“That will teach you to make fun of my skating skills.”

My chest moved with fast breaths as I stared at him, desire flaming. “Yes, Sir.”

He took the long end of the lace and wound it over and around the top of my balls, pushing the testicles down so that they ached with tension. He secured it somehow so that my junk was trussed like a stuffed piglet. It hurt, but in a good way – as usual. There were safety scissors in the bathroom vanity. There were safety scissors in every room of the house because James never knew where he might be inspired to tie one, or both, of us up.

“That will keep you quiet.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Reach up and hold onto the shower head.”

I did, my hands grasping the warm steel as the water coursed over my bent head and shoulders.

“Good boy.”

~ Excerpt from The Loft – Book Two, coming summer 2017

Inspiration, January 29th


We sat close together on his sofa and watched a rerun of Hell’s Kitchen; I was so hot for Chef Ramsay, it wasn’t funny. I wanted him to kiss me with that fuck hot dirty mouth of his and tell me what to do. I told Michael all of this. He cracked up. All of a sudden, I felt his arm slide around my shoulder. He kissed and licked my neck.
“Mmm, Jack…” I felt his hot breath on my ear. “I know I came home from
school with Amy, but I can’t help it… you are so freaking hot…” My dick turned to steel and my breath caught in my throat.
No fucking way…
“Michael,” I said, “What are you up to?”
He nuzzled into my neck. His hand rubbed over the front of my jeans. “Shhh, she’ll hear us…”
I laughed and shifted so I was facing him. He lifted his face from my neck. He looked at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Seriously? I’m supposed to believe you’re eighteen and after my virginity?”
He nodded, grinning wickedly. Suddenly, because of my own words and the look he gave me, I was so into it.
“Okay…” I said breathlessly.
He looked at me with excited eyes. “I want to kiss you… I know it’s wrong, but I want to.”
“Then kiss me,” I said.
His lips touched mine gently, tentatively, just as if he were only eighteen and afraid of his own desires. I opened my mouth slightly. His tongue slipped inside, making me moan. “Oh fuck…” he moaned, “My dick is so hard…” This time, his dirty talk sounded more sincere and natural. I was obviously a good influence on him.
I opened my mouth wider. He kissed me deeper, pressing his body against me so I had to lie back on the couch. “It’s okay,” I said quietly, “She’ll never know.”
He lay on top of me, still kissing me. I felt his erection dig into my leg. His hand found the buttons of my jeans and he had them open in moments. He pulled my dick out of my boxers and stroked it with his hand. “Mmm, you feel so much better than a girl…” he murmured. His hand squeezed and rubbed me eagerly.
I closed my eyes and thought of all the boys I’d wished would do this to me. I let myself pretend that Michael was one of them—eighteen, horny as shit and eager to touch me; desperate
to touch me.
“Oh, yeah,” I moaned. I lost myself in his eager kisses. I felt him rub himself against my leg. I reveled in the sensation of his hand on my cock…
“You’re fucking beautiful…” he said. “…so much hotter than Amy. So hot and smart and funny and your cock feels so good in my hand.”
I groaned and whimpered beneath him.
He stopped kissing me. He slid down my body until he kneeled on the floor. He grabbed hold of my shirt in one hand and wrapped the other around my cock. He licked the tip of it again and again and again as I shivered and panted and moaned.
“Oh… fuck… put it in your mouth… I swear you’ll like it,” I murmured.
He looked up at me then. His blue eyes shone with mischief. I could totally imagine him as an eighteen-year-old boy seducing me in my parents’ house. “Will you like it?”
I nodded frantically. He bent to my cock, circling the tip with his tongue before engulfing it in his warm, wet mouth.
“Fuck. Fuck, yeah… Oh, fuck!” I bit my lip and grabbed his hand that was entwined in my shirt. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feel of his hot, wet mouth. I groaned and swore as he sucked me better than any eighteen-year-old boy ever could.
For the next several minutes, he sucked, licked and stroked my aching cock as I lay on the couch. He banished all the demons of my adolescence with one very skillful and heartfelt blowjob. By the time I finally came, calling out his name and holding onto his hand for dear life, it was more than just a physical release. Almost ten years of resentment and anger and injustice poured out of me. He gladly took it all. I fucking loved him so much.

~ Jack and Michael from The Crush by Elizabeth Lister

Inspiration, November 19


“I want you upstairs,” I explained breathlessly. “And I am not letting you out of these fucking boots.” I finished doing up one boot and bent to kiss it before tying the other one.
“You look really hot down there,” he murmured, watching as I finished the other one. I kissed it as well. I pushed myself up and kissed him quickly, grabbing his hand. “Come on…”

~ Martin and Jeremy in Exposure, by Elizabeth Lister.

Excerpt, November 10


The next day at work I demonstrated a complete lack of concentration, so distracted by the knowledge that I would be meeting with James that evening to discuss the technicalities of our kinky weekend. I hadn’t been in James’ home since that afternoon many months ago. I wondered if this would be just a sit down interview, or if he’d want to get a feel for my limits again?

~ Elizabeth Lister, Beyond the Edge

The Loft Teaser

Photo courtesy of Brandon Jones

Sebastian, James and I spent a week together over Christmas, mostly at James’ place, taking advantage of some time off and getting comfortable with our new arrangement. Sebastian had worked extra shifts for the entire month of December so that he could have the time off after Christmas, when the store wouldn’t be busy anyway. James and I had been able to take vacation days. It just made the season even more special.
We hadn’t officially come out as a threesome to our friends and family yet, although some of them had guessed the dynamic already. We weren’t really able to hide our affection for each other. But it didn’t matter after Christmas Day because we spent most of our time indoors, at James’ home, keeping warm in the crisp December weather and looking forward to New Year’s Eve.
“Don’t move,” James whispered in my ear as he clutched a handful of my hair, pulling my head back, and ran his fingers down my chest.
I inhaled sharply, trying to be still. My cock throbbed as I felt my nipple teased and then pinched hard.
“Fuck.” I said, closing my eyes.
Then Sebastian’s lips surrounded my cock and I cried out again. “Fuck!”

~ from The Loft – Book I

Photo via Brandon Jones

Westfest Excerpts


From Chapter Twelve, Beyond the Edge:

“So dance with me…”

He started moving and, by God if, once he forgot about everyone else, he wasn’t a natural. I knew the boy could move, he’d fucked me crazy. He just needed a way to let go and apparently my command did the trick.

We moved together to the beat of the music, rocking our hips and flirting with each other, sweating and smiling and having fun.

Then the band started to play a slow, sultry number so I took Sebastian’s wrist, spinning him around, and took his other wrist so that his arms crossed in front of him. I pulled him back against me, making him move with me. I swayed my hips, pressing my hard-on against his leather-clad ass and holding his hands to his sides. His head lolled back against my shoulder, his eyes closed, and he swayed with me, pushing back against my erection.

Heaven. The scent of him, the feel of his body against mine, everything swirled together into a hazy fog of happiness. I felt euphoric, aroused, and so excited by this beautiful boy and the possibilities ahead of us.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said in his ear, flicking my tongue against the lobe.

He turned his head, nodding. I let go of his wrists and in a moment we were kissing, sharing our passion with each other and the entire dance floor. My fingers wove into his hair holding him still as I kissed those perfect lips, hungrily feasting on him until I couldn’t take anymore. His hands clutched my shirt and I could feel his need, not to mention my own. We had to go…

I wrenched myself away from him. Some guys smiled at the two of us knowingly but I didn’t even care as I twined my fingers with his, holding his gaze and said, breathlessly, “My place?”

As soon as we stepped out of the bar and headed down the steps, Sebastian said, “We could go to my place, if you want? It’s closer.”

“Sold,” I said.

He squeezed my hand, hard, as we stepped onto the sidewalk. “How fast can you walk?”

“Watch me,” I said, pulling him along.

We kept stopping to grope each other as we climbed the stairs to Sebastian’s apartment. By the time he actually keyed the door open and moved inside, I’d gotten his jacket off and was unbuttoning his white shirt.

“Tate…” he moaned, kissing me frantically and helping me with his shirt. “Oh fuck! I wanna…I wanna…fuck you,” he breathed out between kisses.

I groaned, ripping the last button from his shirt as I wrenched it off him, pushing him backward into his room. I was desperate, so horny and wild for him. I shoved him roughly down onto his bed and started to strip.

“You want to fuck me?” I asked, eyebrows raised.

He nodded, his eyes like two blue coals, staring at me from under hooded lids. He lay back, taking his pants off as his cock rose, thick and red, before me.

“Well, goddammit,” I murmured, tossing my shirt on the floor and pulling my pants off. “…If you think you can do the job,” I teased him, grinning.

He laughed. “Get over here…”

And I was on him. We struggled together, naked, both achingly hard and eager. He pressed me down on the bed beneath him covering me with his muscular body, rubbing his erection against my own.

“Oh my God.” He looked down at me, blond hair falling in front of his eyes. He shook it out of them. “I want to fuck you so hard, Tate, so fucking long and so fucking hard.”

I arched my back, pushing up to him. “Then do it.”


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From Chapter SevenA Numinous Light

“What’s the matter?” James asked, regarding Sebastian who had a faraway look on his face.

Sebastian came back to the present. “This is the first year I haven’t performed with the choir at the Christmas Eve service.”

“You can always sing for me and Tate when we get back to the condo.”

Sebastian laughed. “I suppose I could.”

I looked at James, who seemed to be thinking about something other than Sebastian’s voice at the moment. Our eyes met.

“What?” he asked innocently.


When we got back to the condo James posed a question to Sebastian.

“Have you got something to sing, Sebastian? Something very holy?”

“Sure. I’ve sung the hymns so often I don’t need the written music.”

“Okay. Then I’m going to get you to sing,” James said, bringing us into the large master bedroom. “Stand against the wall there.” He positioned Sebastian where he wanted him and turned to me.

“Pull down your pants and lean over the edge of the bed— don’t take them off, just pull them down. And your boxers.”

“You know, Santa can see everything.”

“Then you’d better be good and do as you’re told.”

James turned to Sebastian. “Start singing please. Don’t stop until I tell you to. And don’t move from that spot.”


My cock had hardened when James told me to get into this position. Now it swelled more at his words. And even more when Sebastian’s beautiful tenor filled the room with the ancient words of an Italian hymn, making me feel like a supplicant in a holy temple.

I gripped the coverlet in my fists as James walked over to me. Since I still had some clothes on I felt extra vulnerable and exposed. I glanced at Sebastian, who kept singing softly, his eyes on us. He looked so hot standing there in his black pants, white shirt, and black bow tie. James had let him remove his dinner jacket, but he still looked like a wet dream.

“I believe I promised you a spanking,” he said. “Wait. If I know Patrice and Freddy…”

I glanced behind me to see him pull open a couple of drawers until he found what he was looking for.

“Aha.” He lifted a small leather paddle from the drawer and examined it. “It’s not very big but it’s worth saving my hand.” He sat beside me on the bed where Sebastian’s view of the proceedings wouldn’t be blocked. “Eyes forward. Hands behind your back.”

I obeyed, my breaths coming quickly with the anticipation.

“Count,” he said, and began.

I didn’t know how many he would give me. I didn’t care. I settled into it, perfectly happy to have James very much alive and paddling my ass after last night’s scare. And Sebastian’s singing made the entire experience both more deviant and more ethereal.

He gave me ten and put the paddle down. I relaxed for a moment, enjoying the warm glow of pain from my rear and the throbbing pleasure in my cock and balls.

He stood up and walked over to Sebastian, his fingers quickly finding the fly of Sebastian’s dress pants.

“Keep singing,” he said as Sebastian’s voice faltered slightly. “Eyes forward.”

James undid Sebastian’s fly and roughly pulled his pants and boxers down. Sebastian’s uncut cock bounced free as he struggled to keep his voice steady. James took it in his hand and began stroking back and forth until it stood firm in his grip. Sebastian stared forward over James’ shoulder and kept singing, the reverent words spilling from his open mouth as James teased him.

“The exquisiteness of your voice, Sebastian, matches the beauty of your body and the grace of your soul,” he murmured, falling to his knees. He gripped Sebastian’s cock firmly at its base and bent to engulf it in his eager mouth.

I lay on the bed, helpless to do anything but watch and listen to Sebastian’s faltering tenor. He tried his best to sing well even with his cock down James’ throat, but the effort was obvious. Trust James to turn Sebastian’s incredible talent into a form of torture. The singing became more and more of a challenge the closer he got to orgasm.

Finally, James released him and stood up. “Good boy. You can stop now.”

To underscore his command, James gripped Sebastian’s chin and kissed him, swallowing the last notes in a violent, passionate kiss that took even my breath away. When he pulled back he said, “Now use that beautiful mouth on me, Sebastian. Make my prick sing.”


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