Okay, it wasn't exactly said like that, but it was the jest of the conversation I had with several of my gay friends after they read Seducing Sensei. Well, Harry knew about my details in writing since he'd read But For You, Yes). *BTW... names have been changed to protect the innocent.*
They looked at me as if I was some kinna awesome writer. Then I completely crashed that awed look by saying, "Honeys, I may not have a dick, but everybody's got an asshole."
Tom dropped his jaw. Harry giggled, and the wash of stunned paralysis that overcame Seth was a clear sign I'd just blown his mind. It was much like Kuroko no Basuke (the gif you see above).
Yes, honeys, I can relate to you.
But let's not make me spell it out.
After Tom flustered for a bit, he said..."But you have...um...other holes."
I looked him straight in the eye and said, "Baby, straight men like to fuck up the ass too."
The other two looked like Godzilla had torn open their mind, stepped inside and burned there brains out with fire. Oh the possibilities.
For all you straight men out there, sorry about that. There are now two bottomers thinking the impossible is possible. Straight to gay. Ahhh...I totally get their fantasy. It's the "your the only one for me" fantasy. The "I can use my body to make you like me 'cause I'm hot for you" fantasy.
Which brings me to the Seducing Sensei update!
Some writers might think the comments were negative. I got a lot of "I didn't understand Itsuma..." or "Loved Scott, really couldn't stand the other two."
These are not discouraging comments.
What? Stephanie you're a masochist.
Uhhh...no. I just understand what this means. It means I have not shown the redeeming qualities of my characters. I have not shown the inner workings of Itsuma. I have not shown Mori's grief, responsibility or thought process towards the other characters. I've not shown the love.
On September 1st, I'll be back into editing Seducing Sensei. For now, I'll give you an excerpt I know will make it to publishing. For your reading pleasure! Here goes:
Excerpt Warning - This one is graphic - sexual content
Scott nodded and smiled but his cock lost some of its hardness. He was frightened. Yet he still made like it was nothing. A chip of my heart broke off and drifted in the for Scott part of my soul.
I ripped off the tip of the applicator, slipped the flexible, thin tube up Scott’s back channel and squeezed the bladder. He sucked in a breath but otherwise didn’t move.
“I’m only touching, okay?” I watched Scott’s face for the slightest hint of discomfort.
“Okay,” his voice cracked.
“Did it hurt?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.” He smiled and those white teeth blazed in the dark room.
“Good.” I flipped the lid off the bottle and coated my right hand until my fingers were dripping. I closed the lube, tossed it, took the base of his cock with my dry hand and lavished my oral technique with lips, tongue and suction for his pleasure. Scott expressed his gratitude by letting loose with seductive panting.
“Yes…Mori…yes.” His hands explored the tangles of my long hair and gently pulled my strands back into his loose fist. A few stray locks escaped his grasp and each time he would gently lift the escapee back up.
I couldn’t get enough. My tongue stroked up and down his silky skin. I wanted to excite him until his cock couldn’t get any harder. I sucked and teased watching his expressions. So far only enjoyment crossed his relaxed face.
As he got harder I pushed that cock of his down my throat until I swallowed him to his base at every stroke. His whimpers became my favorite soundtrack. Slow and steady, I kept my pace. He was shaking. The kid was holding back.
“Move your hips,” I said. “Lose yourself.”
He was being too restrained. Too polite. Scott trembled in the fervent shaking from need. “Mr. Reis! Mori!”
Good boy. I smiled while plunging down on his cock. Now was the perfect time to introduce fingers. I stroked a thumb under his balls, pressing against the section of skin above his anus. His cock flexed in my mouth. He was ready.
The twinge of hesitation in his eyes had me reassuring him. “Just fingers,” I said.
Our eyes locked as I rubbed the lubricant between my fingers. I willed away the uncertainty I saw in his face. Only a good experience would cast his fear out. I’d make sure to take it easy and blow his mind in the best possible way.
I went back to using my oral skills to calm him. I’d make him forget his troubles. At first I rubbed around his back end, slicking his body and getting him use to the idea. All the while I never stopped letting him feel the pleasure of oral sex.
My forefinger rubbed up and down, desensitizing the trauma area. Scott responded surprisingly well. He let his head fall back and relaxed his legs even further. Once the lubricant spread, the apprehension changed to lust.
“Good?” I said.
“Yes,” he panted.
“Just relax. I won’t go further than you want. Talk to me.” It was the best way to get him over this. He’d have to beg before I’d plunge my fingers in.
“There,” he said. “I like it when you stroke me…over my…entrance.”
Giving him control worked. He relaxed completely, sliding down onto his back. Letting me work him through his anxiety. Of course I was prepared for him not to give the word to go further. Just getting him this far was a triumph in my mind.