Out Now! - Toys for Boys by
K D Grace (@kd_grace)
Toys for
Boys Blurb:
Alpha nerd
Will Charles teams up with Caridoc ‘Doc’ Jones in a coast to coast walk across
England reviewing outdoor gift suggestions for the Christmas edition of Toys
for Boys—an online magazine dedicated to the latest gadgets to tickle a man’s
fancy. Will is recording their adventures with the latest smart phone
technology. Doc is reviewing the latest outdoor gear. The two quickly discover
the great outdoors provides even better toys for boys, toys best shared al
fresco, toys that, in spite of Will’s great camera work, will never be reviewed
in Toys for Boys.
Note: Toys for Boys has been previously
published as part of the Brit Boys: With Toys boxed set.
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Inspiration On the Hoof:
One of the best holidays I ever had was a fourteen-day192 mile walk across England on the Wainwright Coast to Coast Path. The path begins at St. Bee’s Head, on the Irish Sea. It crosses the entire Lake District, then the Yorkshire Dales and finally the North York Moors, finishing at Robin Hood’s Bay on the North Sea. It was one of the hardest, most inspiring, most spectacular things I’d ever done. I don’t mind saying there were times I wasn’t sure I could finish it and there were times when I was a little bit scared, but I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Doing it again is exactly what I did when I wrote Toys for Boys. While Doc and Will’s adventure unfolded in my imagination, I got to live the whole experience of that wonderful walk over again while at the same time adding a few challenges and unexpected surprises for my boys.
Toys for
Boys – The Morning After -- Excerpt:
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In that drowsy disconnected place between sleep and
wakefulness, Doc was aware of only two things; the warm, hard body he held
against his chest in a spoon position, and the fact that his hard-on was
pressed up nice and tight between the pillowed muscles of two firm arse cheeks,
Will fucking Charles’ arse cheeks and, damn if he wasn’t shifting and shoving
against the bloke like some horny dog.
Suddenly he was wide awake as the events of the past day
came flooding back to him. He stopped moving, stopped breathing, feeling the
beat of his heart in the leaden weight of his balls. He lay with one arm folded
beneath his head like a plucked chicken wing, and just as goose bumped for
being outside the warmth of the sleeping bag. He held Will secure against his body
with the other arm, which curved low over Will’s hip, low enough that he could
cup the man’s sac in his palm. The soft tickle of pubic curls against his
fingertips assured him, to his horror, that was exactly what he was doing.
Before he could withdraw from the bloke’s personal space,
Will fucking Charles shifted slightly and Doc not only found his erection
pressed even tighter between clenching buttocks, but the man’s cock was
suddenly in full contact with his groping hand, too hard, too warm and silky smooth
for him to ignore. Before he could make a conscious decision of what to do,
Will made the choice for him, moaning in some dream, which Doc could only
imagine was partly responsible for the urgency of the bloke’s hard-on. He
shifted again and curled his fingers, vice-grip tight around Doc’s, effectively
securing his clench on his penis, demonstrating how he liked to be touched,
then he began to thrust with purpose in and out of Doc’s hand.
Fucking hell! Doc was not about to take advantage of a
sleeping man, no matter how tempting. He held his breath, held dead still,
which took a gargantuan amount of concentration, the ache in his own cock at
least as urgent. He’d never be able to explain the situation to Will if he woke
up like this. It was taking advantage. His thoughts flashed on the shivering,
nearly incoherent, man he’d held to him last night, praying to all the gods of
the great outdoors that his body heat would bring the man’s temperature up. And
just when he was about run the risk of embarrassing both of them by waking
Will, the bloke once again took the choice out of his hands, quite literally,
by moving his own hand down to cup his cock himself.
Doc jerked away a little more quickly than he intended. Will
caught his breath and thrust back against Doc’s aching load, and that was it.
Doc was scrambling out of the sleeping bag, battling with the zip to the tent,
holding on with all the self-control he had.
“You all right?” Will’s sleepy voice called after him as he
shoved his way out of the tent.
“Gotta pee,” he managed, which was the truth, but nothing
was going to happen until he took care of more urgent needs. He managed half a
dozen steps, tripped over a tree root and went down on one knee in the wet leaf
litter.
“Fuck me!” he heard Will gasp from behind him. But it didn’t
matter. It didn’t matter if he suddenly found himself on a stage in the West
End amid a line of dancing girls doing the can-can for a packed house. Urgent
had become critical and there was nothing to do but hold on for dear life and
let nature take its course. Jerking at his cock with a choke hold—one thrust,
two, and three, and his whole body tightened and convulsed. Vesuvius erupted.
And kept erupting until he feared the effort would turn him inside out. Even as
the chill of morning bathed his back in goose flesh, the front of his body
still held the heat, the muscle memory of clenching Will tight against him.
“Fuck me sideways!”
Breathing like a hurricane, Doc fell back on his arse in the
wet grass and looked up to see Will fucking Charles standing bare arsed in
front of the tent having his own eruption in one hand while the other aimed the
goddamned urBrain at Doc.
When Will had finished shooting his wad, he knelt and wiped
his hand on the wet grass. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he
managed, still struggling to breathe. His eyes were bright with mischief, and
his lips parted in just such a way that Doc had a sudden urge to bite the
bottom one before he covered that mouth with his own. That desire was quickly
superseded, however, by the urge to throttle the bastard.
“I should have left you outside to freeze your balls off
last night.” Doc forced his way to his feet.
“Oh God, you have to see this, mate.” Will was already
watching the playback.
“Fuck you, William! This isn’t over.” As an afterthought, he
reached out and viciously pinched the man’s nipple, which was chilled to a hard
peak from the slight morning breeze. The catch of breath and the little hiss of
pain caused his cock to surge again. “This isn’t over, you bastard.”
“I’m counting on it!” Will called after him.
He headed down to the stream to clean up. “And if you point
that thing at me again, I’ll make you eat it.”
“If you’re talking about urBrain, well I suppose I could
try. I’m pretty good at opening my throat. But if you’re talking about this,”
he reached down and waved his cock in a rude gesture. “Afraid I’m gonna have to
rely on you for that.”
Fucking hell, if the man kept it up, Doc was gonna need
another wank before they even got to breakfast.
He caught a hint of hearty laughter before he stepped into
the icy stream, and in spite of the awkward wake-up call, he found himself
smiling too. The man had thrown down the gauntlet and then given him permission
to play. This walk was really looking up.
Voted
ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace
believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and
love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she
write about? When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She loves mythology. She enjoys spending time in the gym – right now she’s having a mad affair with a pair of kettle bells. She loves to read, watch birds and do anything that gets her outdoors.
KD has erotica published with Totally Bound, SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.
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