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“I can’t do this Kevin. I can’t be your boyfriend. I’m going back into the closet. They wrote "faggot” on my locker in gym class and someone told me I was going to hell.“
"Brazos.”
“What?” he pouts, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
I grasp his jaw in my hand and walk towards him until our foreheads touch. “Brazos, you are stronger than this.”
“No I’m not. I’m a nerdy hockey goalie, not a popular jock quarterback. I’m not made of Teflon.”
“But you are. You don’t even know it yet. You’re gonna graduate in a few months, go off to college, and this whole backwards town will roll right off your back. You’re gonna go and do incredible things, move to the big city, and leave them all in their backwards dust.”
“I am?”
“Yes you are.”
“I’m not so sure about that. They’ll probably call me "faggot” there too.“
"They might. But by then, you’ll be a man. You’ll be educated and employed and you’ll have confidence. Let them. Let the ignorant assholes broadcast themselves so you can avoid them. When you grow up, you won’t be forced to be around them all the time.”
“Kevin that’s in the future but now…” he looked down.

“Who got the student counsel to organize a fundraiser for Ms. Kramer after her child died from cancer?”
“…Me.” Brazos blinked, wondering where this was going.
“Who made that amazing back-handed save in double overtime, giving our team the puck, which lead them to score and win the regionals?”
“…Me.”
“Who got out of bed at 3 am to come pick up his brother from a party that went south?”
“Me.”
“Who brought me their bunny to cuddle with last year, when I was stuck in bed recovering from getting my appendix out?”
“…Me.” The corners of his mouth lifted up.
“Who kissed me first, when we sat on the grass at that music festival and watched your favorite band play that ballad as the sun set behind the stage?”
“Oh man I was so nervous! It was so cheesy.” he laughed. “But that was me.”
“Did you like it?” I ask.
He looks to the side, shy. “Yeah. I did.”
“Who is going to go off to college with me, and is gonna help me pick out our first apartment, and have an amazing first year with me getting into trouble, exploring our sexualities, and making banana bread in the middle of the night?”
“Me.”
“You got that right.” I kiss him, and he reciprocates with a little smile. “And what has Dirk Kessler done worthy of remembering?”

Brazos opened his mouth, then shut it, and furrowed his brow. “I’m sure there are things, but football is an inferior sport to the greatness of hockey so…”
It’s my turn to chuckle. “Then who cares what he thinks?”
“Suddenly, not me.”
“Who is going to be proud and out and be an inspiration to any other kid in our high school still closeted?”
“Me again.” He beams.
“And who is going to prom with me?”
Brazos blinks. “Prom? Prom? Oh my god are you serious? Are you asking me to prom? Like, with other people?”
“Yes, Brazos.”

He hesitates, then looks at me. He takes a deep breath and nuzzles my nose with his nose. “Me. I’m going to prom with you and I’m gonna look like a stud in a suit.”
“That’s my boy.” I kiss him again.
“Hey Kevin?”
“Mmhm?”
“Who is going to be giving me another kiss? Cause I think I’ve been missing out on those lately, being an idiot who doesn’t appreciate how wonderful his boyfriend is.”
I grin. “Oh that is definitely going to be me.”

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Text is fictional. Found a tag that said this is from Helix Studios.

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by ccallenreese

He wasn’t expecting me back so soon from my jog – and I hadn’t intended to be back this early, except I was sure I’d sprained my ankle. The sight of him gyrating in our bedroom took all the pain away as the blood making my ankle swell shot back up my leg to my crotch. Javier was lost in the music. He had the most incredible hips, this tiny little hourglass waist and a big hunky torso, pythons for biceps, a very kissable mouth.

When I saw him dance like this, it reminded me that I was dating a stripper and a go-go boy. Well, no, I’m not dating that boy. I’m dating Javier. That boy flirts and reveals his gorgeous body and cut cock to strangers, he lets them grope his ass and shove money into his underwear – but I get to fuck Javier. I get to cuddle with him, I get to encourage him to give me roadhead when we’re stuck in traffic. I get to see this candid side of him in my bedroom.

The state of my cock is obvious in my loose running shorts. Javier’s own cargo shorts fall to the floor and he steps out of them, wiggling in a circle. When Javier rotates towards me, he sees me and startles, clutching his chest in momentary panic. My faces contorts in sheepish guilt. He rips out the earbuds.

“Shit, you scared the fuck outta me! I thought you was on a jog, baby!”
“Sorry! Sorry hot thing, I was. I twisted my ankle and decided to just come home. Please don’t stop, you’re so fucking sexy.”
Javier glanced at my foot hovering a little off the ground, but quickly he was distracted by my boner. “I did that to you?”
“Fuck yeah you did, shake your ass for me, hot thing.”

He grinned and his persona slipped out. He put his earbuds back in and danced for me. I began to play with myself as Javier shimmied and shook his butt to a song I couldn’t even really hear. I knew what he was listening to though because Javier translated it perfectly with his body.

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Text is fictional. No idea who this is.

In re “Orion’s New Leash on Life,” I very much understand how you must feel about the edits–ack! But at the same time, you’ve had a story published, which is a remarkable thing in and of itself, and worthy of celebration. I’d hate for you to lose sight of just how freaking cool that is, in and of itself, in the midst of this other stuff.

In re “Orion’s New Leash on Life,” I very much understand how you must feel about the edits–ack! But at the same time, you’ve had a story published, which is a remarkable thing in and of itself, and worthy of celebration. I’d hate for you to lose sight of just how freaking cool that is, in and of itself, in the midst of this other stuff.

by ccallenreese

Thank you sweetheart. Honestly, I can’t even celebrate at all. I felt a lot of shame and embarrassment about the topic (pup) and it took me months to feel any pride in it. That only came after a shit ton of editing, since it was first rejected due to all the errors and then only accepted cause someone dropped out. Sooo many errors, I was so happy to smite them all. Or not.

Eddie Izzard once said if you’re a woman and you trip in heels, you’ll be embarrassed, but if a bloke trips in heels, he has to kill himself. I think my pride is wounded more so because I took a risk on a not well understood niche of BDSM lifestyles and the risk did not pay off. Someone on Goodreads gave it 2 out of 5 stars, too. Also, my Tumblr readers do not seem to care for my publications – those posts get very very few likes/reblogs compared to my normal captions. I don’t get why. So now I’m embarrassed too cause I hyped it up to an uninterested crowd and now I gotta retract it all.

And that said, my self esteem is very fragile cause I’m trying to climb out of depression. Every time I see my Tumblr inbox envelope light up I assume it’s something negative. I was really hoping Orion was gonna get good reception, but nope. I also could have used the money from good sales, but nope. Just another nope in a line of nopes.

The cover is awesome though.

shit.

shit.

by ccallenreese

So Orion’s New Leash on Life came out yesterday. I finally got up the nerve to look at the published piece….and some edits were not made in the final print. Really big errors. Like, at the end, one of the minor character’s names gets switched around back and forth with another character’s name by mistake so it’s going to confuse the hell out of my readers. I also spotted an instance where the tense switched from third to first person.

I already sent out my promo copies to reviewers and like 5 people already bought it …and shit. Just shit. Dreamspinner was right in rejecting the story the first time around because it just had too many errors to fix before the printing deadline. It went through three rounds of editing, and we all still missed these. But, it’s mostly my fault because I wrote it not only under extreme pressure, having found out about the anthology last minute, but also under extreme stress from real life work. 

So I’m really sorry everyone. I’m gonna try to resolve this. If anyone who bought it finds my way to my Tumblr and wants a refund, I’ll personally mail you a check or some such thing. I might just have the thing pulled, because I just can’t anymore.

Orion’s New Leash on Life is officially out

Orion’s New Leash on Life is officially out

by ccallenreese

I’m so nervous, I think I’m going to be ill. I feel very unwell.

It’s $3.99 USD and here is the URL: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5142
And here is the anthology URL and it’s $64.99: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5113

As of right now there isn’t a Goodreads page for it, but I will look into getting one set up. There is now, bitches. I haven’t gotten the goddamn promo copies yet, so there aren’t any Tumblr reviews.

Thank you for your patience with this everyone, and thank you for reading. It’s 3 am and I spent all day doing a very long organizational gig, so I’m checking out. I’m going to do a proper post tomorrow with the cover image and credits, if you’d like to wait to reblog it then.

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“Ta-da! What do you think of my new bathing suit, honey? It’s so smooth and revealing – you can see the outline of my piercing in front – but look at my ass, this is the best part! If you get horny, you can just roll over on top of me and fuck me without having to push down briefs. It’s gonna easier than ever to be naughty.”
“Goddamn, my mouth is watering at how juicy your ass looks in those. Mine all mine. Every girl is gonna be looking at your fine butt outta jealousy, and the boys are gonna wish they even had a drop of your confidence. Mmmm, two nice handfuls. I could just devour you right now.”
“Nuh uh uh! Patience is a virtue, sweetie. Mmm, oh yes you can cup me between my legs, I’ll tolerate that. Now, hand me my little crop top please, and we’ll be good to go. I packed lube, condoms, water…”
“Alright, alright. I’ll be good. Here’s your top. Oh wait babe, come back here. Let big papa work some sunscreen into your bubble butt. You’re smokin hot, but I don’t want the sun to burn stripes into your butt baby.”
“Ohh I never thought of that. You take such good care of my ass, honey. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Get blue balls?”
“Oh, don’t even say that. Ooo your hands feel nice…mm work it in baby, make it gleam.”

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Text is fictional. Source is here. Have notified user I’m using his photo. Backlog post #3.