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Papi by J. P. Barnaby coming August 10th from Dreamspinner Press

Kyle Lang just got out of a marriage that lasted too goddamned long. He’d known when he married her that he shouldn’t have. For the last few years, he’s been haunted by daydreams showing him the perfect feel of another man’s skin. The problem is, the bar scene isn’t working so well for him. When Kyle picks up Jesse, an eighteen-year-old illegal who turns tricks for cash, he finally finds the scratch for that desperate itch. For Jesse, who is only gay for pay to support his sister, it is the first time he’s ever been aroused by the touch of another man. The consequences will change his whole world.
Excerpt:
The supplicant boy shifted on his knees and Kyle felt one small hand wrap around the base of his erection, stroking in time with the mouth. Another hand joined in, an exciting accompaniment to the melodic pulsing rhythm of sucking and stroking, making Kyle’s heart race. Kyle spread his legs further as his balls were stroked, a delicate finger rubbing behind them as his toes curled inside his shoes. Nothing had ever felt as good as the kid’s mouth and hands.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kyle moaned as the arrangement of lips and hands changed. He could almost see the kid’s soft pink tongue snaking out from between swollen lips to tease and massage his tender balls. Using one hand to hold Kyle’s rigid cock out of the way, Jesse used the other to rub behind them as he continued to suck. Wandering fingers came dangerously close to sliding between Kyle’s buttocks, but never quite moved that far. It shocked him to realize how much he wanted that.
Kyle’s legs shook with the effort of standing. It had never been like this, not with his hook-ups, not with old girlfriends, not even with his wife. Squeezing his eyes closed, he tried to push back the regrets and anger he felt for denying that part of himself for so long. If he hadn’t been such a pussy, he would have told his family that marrying Evelyn was a bad idea. Unfortunately, he had been young and stupid and had allowed the sham to happen. For his own comfort and dignity, he had let it continue to go on for far too long. Picking up the boy had been exactly what he’d needed.
Finally, Kyle felt like everything had fallen into place.
All at once, he started taking quick little shallow breaths. His body was starting to tighten, and a low desperate moan forced its way from his parted lips. The boy stopped abruptly, pulling back. At first Kyle thought he’d moved to avoid the jizz, but realized that he’d moved to prevent Kyle from reaching that point.
“Not yet, papi,” the boy told him, amusement clear in his voice. Slowly getting to his feet, Jesse pushed Kyle’s shoulder with just enough gentle pressure to turn him and get the older man to sit on the side of the sagging queen-sized bed. Trying not to think about what kinds of stains soiled the surface of the bedspread, Kyle began to lift his leg to pull off the rumpled jeans, but Jesse beat him to it. Resting a hand on the older man’s knee, he knelt again to pull at the laces of Kyle’s shoes. With unhurried but deliberate purpose, Jesse undressed Kyle, who marveled at the kid’s customer service skills. That thought nearly forced a nervous chuckle out of Kyle as Jesse stood before the naked man and toed out of his own shoes before shucking the ripped and battered jeans. Several condoms and a packet of lube were partially visible in Jesse’s hand.
Kyle got a wonderful view of the kid’s body as he crawled onto the bed past him and lay on his stomach, tousled black hair fanning across his arms as he rested his head on the pillow.
Cojeme, papi,” Jesse said quietly, looking back over his shoulder. The small smile playing on his lips was fucking sexy.
“What does that mean?” Kyle asked as he moved to lay almost completely on top of the boy, his hard cock pressing against the soft skin of Jesse’s ass, rubbing insistently against the left cheek.
“It means ‘fuck me’,” the boy moaned, pushing up into Kyle’s slow grind.


Papi (c) Copyright 2011 – J. P. Barnaby
Cover images (c) Copyright 2011 – Kent Taylor Photography
Cover model: Parker Perry
Cover artist: AngstyG

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Beautiful bookmarks

Posted: June 30, 2011 in Gay Porn

As part of my promotion for GayRomLit, I’ll be giving out these two absolutely stunning bookmarks of gay adult models Trent Diesel and Parker Perry. The bookmarks (as well as their coordinating covers) were designed by AngstyG Web and Graphic Design.

Thank you to @TrentDiesel69 and @Parker_Perryfor lending their gorgeous likenesses to make these keepsakes (and their covers) remarkable.

The Grabbys

Posted: May 30, 2011 in Gay Porn, Personal

In my last blog post, I mentioned that I would be in the hospital last week. Everything went very well, and it looks like things may be smooth sailing from here *crosses fingers*. Being in the hospital last week meant that I was unable to attend the Grabbys here in Chicago with my friends @_Absynthe and @Blaculicious who sent tons of images and a play by play of the fun so that I could live vicariously. 🙂

With their permission, I’m sharing images from some of their exploits this weekend and all I have to say is… I can’t wait until next year.

We’ll start with the man that I would be most interested to meet – Tony Buff.  @_Absynthe linked me to his work Industrial Encounters, and I have to say that I’m intrigued.

Next, we’ll go with Kennedy Carter because even if I’d never seen a scene with him in it, he’s easily one of my favorite guys. Funny, charming, and sweet – all of my friends who have met him say the same thing – he’s a hell of a nice guy.

And now to Parker Perry – I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more gorgeous more natural picture of a guy.

And he seems very fond of Donny Wright… 

Wow – I almost didn’t recognize Brent Corrigan.
Last, but certainly not least – porn’s favorite power couple: Samuel Colt and Chris Porter

There are other images, some pretty explicit, but they may have people in them who aren’t models. I’ll let them post their own images on the internet.

I am incredibly excited to share with you the new cover for Mastering the Ride recently designed by AngstyG.com. The cover features gay adult film model Trent Diesel (@TrentDiesel69) in an image he shot specifically for this novella. 

Mastering the Ride will be released September 14th by Dreamspinner Press.

What’s it about?
The story Mastering the Ride is about Josh, a young gay submissive man who is searching for the Master of his dreams. After being released by his most recent Dom, he takes the advice of his trainer and accepts the invitation of a Dom who lives on a ranch in Montana. With his new Master, Wade, he may just find what he’s looking for…and more.

Draft Excerpt:

Spread your legs…wider…
Josh shifted his weight from one knee to the other as he widened his stance and felt the rug grate across his skin.  He balanced himself with his palms on the couch, something he never would have needed to do while sober.  The muscles in his thighs burned with tension but the pain just added to the thrill.  Steadying himself, he reached down with both hands and began with soft, brief touches.  Stroking his shaft with his right hand, he let his left brush lightly on the top of his thigh.  With his eyes closed, he could almost imagine that the hands belonged to his Master.
Not bothering to censor his needy whimper, Josh tightened the grip on his cock and rolled his balls gently in his fingers.  He felt wanton and exposed in that position, everything accessible to his Master.  It excited him to imagine the look of hunger upon the unseen man’s face as he watched his boy perform for him.
Sneaking his fingers a little farther back, he rubbed the small patch of skin just behind his tender pink sac.  In reaction, his other hand to move a little faster.  Naked and spread in the middle of his small living room, Josh worked his body, making it beg for release.  Spitting into his hand, he no longer cared about modesty or shame as his hips began to move against the rhythm of his strokes.  With slow, teasing thrusts of his pelvis he fucked his tight slick fist.
That’s it, my little whore… pump those sweet hips for me… fuck your hand… Show me how badly you want to come for me…
The words exploded in his head, and sent cascading ripples of white hot need down his spine.  Josh’s hands shook as he pulled down on his balls trying to keep himself from coming without permission. Twisting his other hand around the head of his cock on every stroke, he fought the blinding force of the orgasm that threatened to envelop him.
For what felt like hours, he begged that small part of his subconscious mind where his imagined Master dwelled.  He begged to be allowed to come.  Even though he was only really begging himself for permission, Josh savored the torment.  Edging was one of his favorite things because it made the orgasm that much more intense.  The rare times he controlled his own pleasure, he always held out as long as he could.  Just as his balls drew up close to his body and his cock became impossibly hard, he heard the voice again.
I want you to shoot in my hand boy… Come all over my fingers and I’ll let you lick them clean.
 The arbitrary thought, something that he’d never consciously considered, triggered the eruption in his groin.  With a low grunt, Josh pumped semen onto the center cushion of his worn leather couch, splotches of pearly come dotted the contrasting brown surface.  His vision swam in front of his eyes as the alcohol and the orgasm fought his consciousness.

Copyright (c) 2011 – J. P. Barnaby

When I met Devon Hunter for a lunch a few weeks ago, I left him with a signed copy of Little Boy Lost: Enlightened to thank him for answering some questions and helping with research on another novel. Being the eternal optomist, I expected him to politely thank me and toss it into an overflowing book case. (I’m merely guessing by his quick wit and extensive vocabulary that his book cases are overflowing)

On Friday, I saw several comments from him on Twitter (as shown above) that made my whole day. Not only did he take the time to read the book, but he gave it a heartfelt recommendation to nearly two thousand followers. For me, as a woman writing gay romance, it was honestly the highest compliment for a gay man to tell me that he felt my portrayals are realistic and affecting, as Devon had.

I am excited and humbled by the success that Enlightened has had, and I only hope that the rest of the series can live up to the expectations set by the first novel.

Meeting a Gay Courtesan

Posted: April 2, 2011 in Gay Porn, Personal
A few months ago, I met a guy online whom I found endlessly fascinating. Intelligent as well as educated, his blog and twitter posts captured my interest and I found myself striking up a dialogue with him. As a self-published author, I was flattered when he asked me to guest post for his blog but I have to admit, I was shocked when he asked me to lunch. Had we been standing next to each other in person, I’m sure I’d have looked around to see who he was talking to. A shy geeky software developer, and a girl to boot. Why on earth would Devon Hunter want to have lunch with me?
But…I agreed.
I DM’d him my cell phone number on Twitter, believing that he would “be too busy” or “catch malaria” when the time came, so I didn’t think much else about it. Then, the texts started to come. He had arrived in Chicago on Thursday and decided to go to an art gallery during the morning, from which he sent me beautiful images of some artwork he’d love to have. We sent message back and forth all day long. To be honest, the idea that he would share those things with me made me feel special.
Friday morning came, and we talked about where we would meet. At first, I suggested Lou Malnatti’s because it’s as much a Chicago institution as Wrigley Field or Lake Shore Drive. But alas, his voice wasn’t up to a crowded restaurant after screaming himself hoarse at the Janet Jackson concert a few nights earlier. I thought for sure he would cancel.  Instead, we decided on a quieter restaurant.
Still texting back and forth, we arrived at Kinzie Chop House which is a wonderful place on Kinzie and Wells near the Merchandise Mart. After he’d been so kind, and so welcoming to me, I wanted to take him someplace special.
I had already been seated when he arrived, and felt a little silly sitting with a copy of my book looking out the window like a lost puppy. But then, he was there and he was as beautiful in person as his profile pictures would lead you to believe. Because he is a warm and friendly southern man, the first thing he did was hug me which helped to put my nervousness in the back of my mind. Then, he held out his hand and introduced himself, and I laughed. From that moment until our lunch finished nearly two hours later, he was charming and funny. We talked about everything from blogs to escorting to the Panthers not being able to hit any homeruns in order to get into the World Cup. Rather than feeling awkward because of what some may consider his celebrity status, it was like talking to a guy you’ve known all of your life.
So, if you read a few of his reviews and they mention how incredibly personable Devon is and how he can put you at ease simply with the power of his conversation; believe it because it’s a perfect description.
Devon Hunter’s Blog – An Online Diary of a Gay Courtesan