Tuesday, June 14, 2011

New Summer Prices (Online Everywhere!), New Gay Erotica by Neale Sourna

Neale Sourna's North Coast Academies' Diary (NCAD),Vol. 4, Issue 1 [Vol. 4.1]

ISSN 1553-8656
Volume: 4
Number: 1
Neale Sourna’s North Coast Academies’ Diary

Tad: The Switch-hitter, His Twink, and His Teacher--A Lust Novella (M/M/M)


“Undress me, Thaddeus.”

Yes!! I screamed within me, because he likes us to be controlled and civil, if not fully civilized, in his presence; I merely nodded, and began.

He has a lean, tight body; well-muscled and fine, and he swims, in the school pool, in Speedos™ swim trunks, and thank God for that sopping, dripping wet, minimal bit of material over his big, fleshy cock and fine, muscular ass.

It’s his best outfit. Fucking yes! And I’m not the only one in school who knows so.
But, I can’t say how many times I’ve imagined nor dreamed of Dr. Hupper coming out of the pool, water streaming heavily down his lean-sculpted, brown body, to stand in front of me, pull his meaty cock out of his clinging wet trunks, and command me to kneel and put its spongy fat mushroom head, into my hot, wet mouth.

His wish is my great eagerness.

After I hungrily taste him my first time, he seizes me by the hair and pushes his full, rigid length down my stretched throat, into my guts.

Then, having had me that way, he’d make me turn around on all fours to present my ass to him, and he’d, with ruthless force, tug down my dressy school trousers—somehow I always have them on, not trunks, or just be naked; huh, the illogic of dreams and even of daydreams full of fucking weird subconscious and emotional subtext.

Dr. Hupper would piss on and into my hole, his lube of choice, and then penetrate me, spear my tan ass wide with his black cock, right there at poolside, as the swim team practices their laps, as he, literally, rides my ass, banging his heavy, great, black balls against my own tan ones, until we both cum to our destinations.
Fuck dreams, this is real.

Dr. Hupper was bare to his dark, six pack waist. He reached up and pushed down on my taller shoulder, a gesture I’ve used with Cassie and other lucky cocksuckers of all sexes and cock - in - ass holders, oh, so many times.

I kneeled my paler, naked self down before him, in this worshipful reality not a fucking, frustrating dream, and undid his trousers, sliding them down, anticipating the dual pleasures of seeing that monster completely undressed and close to my face, in clear light, without a desk over my head, and to palm my fairer-skinned hands over his hard buttocks and down his flat belly and hard thighs, pushing his pants all the way down, as his ass-busting monster sprung out from his deliciously musky and hairy balls to kiss me.

God, it was gorgeous and he smelled great, and sexy. He made my mouth water.


Dr. Hupper pushed his body into mine, his fat cock pulsing hot and deep in me, bare and hard, like he was trying to shove his entire slim, dark-skinned, muscular body inside of mine, cock fucking first into my bowels, until they’d burst out my belly with him.

He felt so damn good, too, throbbing hard with the pulse of his heart, squirting and squirting more and more of his lust cream into the center of me, warming my belly from the nether end this time, as my ass sphincter grasped and sucked on him—-the best its ever tasted.

And I should know, that his cum’s the best; since I’ve tasted and swallowed belly’s full of distilled Dr. Hupper love juice—-quarts and quarts.

He loves seeing me do it, too.

Extra credit, under his desk, like a fucking cheap whore, in case the janitor or principal has something to say to him.


He blinked at the closest wall mirror, while gazing at me from it, his angry features softening, as if the visual I’d mentioned—of him with me, while I’m with Quen—-had finally just materialized before his mind’s eye and the sensual possibilities of it....

“You and Quen?” He looked at me, directly. “You? Sandwiched? Between us?”

All right. He was intrigued. I went to him, on my knees on his bed, his toy boy, play toy begging Master’s great favor and condescending indulgence.

Iago couldn’t have done better to seduce Othello.

“Sir, I’ll fuck Quen like he’s a wet, horny bitch, which he is, jam it in his pink, puckered shithole, his virgin pink hole between those slim, tight white halves of asscheeks, and stretch him wide, bang the boy, hard tan scrotum to tender pink scrotum, like he’s dreamed it.

“I’ll pound him to jelly, sir, make him cry for joy for the rough trade, right in front of you, for your eyes and pleasure only. And I’ll jerk his rosy cock and balls, so hard, they’ll explode like shrapnel when he blows his load, when I finally permit him to blow his aching load, totally controlling him, like you control me, like you just did; but you’ll .”

He looked over my shoulder and I’m pretty certain he was gazing at my asscheeks still rosy from his pounding, still slick with ass love gel. He smiled just a bit, like he does in class, pleased—-I bet he was thinking that my bowels were filled with his cream, marking his territory inside me.

“You’d be fucking that sweet, young boy, and I’d be fucking you, my cock whore, deep, again, in that snug and willing young ass of yours.”

That’s what I wanted to hear. I waited. Bottoms wait all the time for their Tops to catch the infection of their Bottoms’ desires.

He gazed a long time into my hazel brown eyes, shining bright for him, and I didn’t stare him down nor look away, until he finally jerked his chin at me, a gesture anyone in his class knows well.

It means, “Proceed.”


Not more than ten minutes passed before someone knocked softly at the back door, like a cat scratching to get in. I let Quen in; he was rosy red cold and shivering; I’d brought him along with me, since Dr. Hupper’s place was pretty far away from home.

The busses are irregular for most suburbs this late in the evening, and Quen doesn’t have transportation.

I’d left him a few blocks away for our mentor’s safety—-two pretty teen boys slipping into his back door at the same time? That just screams sex.

My inferior, my fellow classmate, slim Quen, warmed to the matter, instantly with delight, to see me so close, completely naked, and smelling of man sex, as I led him through the kitchen into the dining room.

His tight, faux leather pants tented, and then nearly ripped apart at his inseam and zipper when beautiful Dr. Hupper and his naked black rod came into view.

I petted and gently squeezed Quen’s eager offering-—but not too hard a squeeze, I didn’t want him shooting off just yet; especially, if his skinny jeans hid the rocket explosion from view.

I petted the boy all over his body, as I peeled his jacket and tight clothes off his slim body, for Dr. Hupper’s viewing, revealing Quen’s nearly completely untanned, hairless, white skin with the “girl pink” nipples, as we call his nibs in school, where some of the guys find his nipple color “disturbing.”

Oh, yeah, I think that’s pretty funny and indicative of some kind of fear of possible latent homosexuality or latent bisexuality or whatever.

Personally, I always thought his rather large aureoles looked tasty and something I’d love to jack cum on one day, if not today. This evening we had so much to do, in so little time.

I’d tugged down his skintight pants and undies, his white ass even whiter than the rest of his so damn white skin, then took the boy’s stiff pink love toy in hand.
It was already maddened to a soft purple.

And it would be clear to anyone, if they’d been in the room or just outside a window peering in through the heavy and drawn draperies, that nearly swooning Quen was “putty in my hand.”

Hard putty—-a generous amount of it, for such a little guy.

Dr. Hupper came to us and I released Quen and pushed him, stumbling with his clothes tripping him, to our teacher, who slid his large black hand down the boy’s white, hairless belly, the pale skin turning rosy red with easy lust wherever we touched.

Then, Dr. Hupper felt around Quen’s young and eager cock, without touching it, feeling the soft, but firm texture of Quen’s hairless nads, like sweet, young fruit about to give up its tasty juice to anyone lucky enough to take it in warm hand and exploring fingers, squeezing gently, to test its ripenes .

“Ah!” Quen stiffened more, the tension spreading to his body, as if he were about to cum, just from such brief contact with an older man’s hand, our professor’s gentle and black manly hand.

Ah, the power of imagination, anticipation, and desire.

“You’re killing Quen, sir.”

“He’ll rise again, for us, won’t you, sweet, young Quen?”

“Uh-huhn, yesss. Pleesh.”

Already Quen couldn’t talk, as I took a hand to him, too, stroking his rosy rod, as we men both tightened our ruthless grip on the boy, making him rise up on his sneakered toes, tight pants and undies around his calves and ankles, as he went ever more rigid all over, unti—.

[edit, tons more…]

22 horny chapters, 25,139 words total

***Back Issues of “Neale Sourna’s North Coast Academies’ Diary” [NCAD] http://north.neale-sourna.com

[22 horny chapters, 25,139 words]

Gorgeous, biracial rich kid, Tad, gets whoever he wants, male or female, and he has a relentless hard on for his English professor, Dr. Hupper, whose magnificent black cock Tad's stuffed down his eager, tan-white throat and given hand jobs; but, youngster Tad wants serious, naked alone time with his favorite teacher's ebony body.

While fellow student, Quen "the queen," a blonde twink, whose smooth and hairless, boy toy ass virginity is reserved for Top Tad. Bottom boy Quen's in love and dying to be his doormat and cum catcher.

So, do you think delicious Tad will get BOTH of his conquests in one room, in one bed, all completely naked, with himself sandwiched between his Quen's sweet bottom and that masterful black assbuster?

Oh, I know my greedy Switch boy Tad will.
Mutual handjob masturbation, in classroom, with teacher, after school, with hidden classmate voyeur Quen the queen twink watching; mild humiliation, as a teen Top gives his teen Bottom final permission to whack off, then lick cum off the scuffed class floor-yuck!;

An invitation to a favorite professor's sex hideaway for a little fuck fun, with black cock in biracial (white / black) teen student's tan ass;

A surprise for teach is teen Top bringing his teen twink Bottom, who gets his first ass filling, sucks his Top's tan cock in front of prof and then gets to be bottom layer, on his back, of a three-way male sandwich of white bread ass, thick tan meat, and long, black cock.

Plenty of cocksucking, assfucking, ball banging, and squirting, creamy cum!

These naughty boys put on a great show and are insatiable, even when they're fucked red raw, they want more, in the shower, in the car home, in the garage with the Top, his Twink, and his hard cocked Top Twin.

Plus, a couple of hot, golden showers and a sexy real shower or two.

22 horny chapters, 25,139 words total
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Monday, June 06, 2011

New Spring Reads, New Summer Reads, New Fun Reads--Great Sexy Books/Ebooks, Fiction for Adults--On Sale, All Summer From PIE: Percept and Neale Sourna

Available, erotica romance author Neale Sourna’s new short story series [5000 words or more] “North Coast Academies’ Diary, Volume 1, Number 1, Laila: Cozy With Daddy,” with more issues to com; “Steve’s Monkey’s Paw & MORE,” a new sampler of short stories and novels excerpts; and a reprint/update of a romance award-winner BlackRefer.com Best Erotica Winner of 2004 “Hobble”--for readers and lovers of great storytelling from and about multiracial, interracial, African, and Native American contemporary literature.

Cleveland, OH (Press Release)

Publisher PIE: Perception Is Everything’s all-seeing-eye logo is overseeing its primary author erotica romance writer Neale Sourna’s new and revised book and journal issue catalog releases.

Just available are:

** an exciting new short story series, each published individually or in small groups [5000 words or more] “North Coast Academies’ Diary [NCAD], Volume 1, Number 1, Laila: Cozy With Daddy” [ISBN 0-9741950-5-7, ISSN 1553-8656, erotic obsession fiction, available as ebook Adobe/MS only at present, print version later this year] Neale Sourna’s NCAD is usually one short story per issue [i.e., approx. 5000 words / approx. 15 6.14”x9.21” story issue pgs], under the theme of sexual diary/journal entries of an academic community;

** “Steve’s Monkey’s Paw & MORE” [104 pages, US$3.95 SRP; also ebook Adobe, MS Reader], a new sampler of short stories [horror, enslavement, love, romance, and more] plus new novel and novella excerpts are included; and

** a reprint/update of a romance award-winner BlackRefer.com Best Erotica Winner of 2004 “Hobble” which also has bonus story materials [novel, explicit, 291 pages trade paperback, also ebooks Adobe, MS Reader, Palm, phone orders for print only 1-877-BUY-BOOK.

All for readers and lovers of great storytelling from and about multiracial, interracial, African, and Native American contemporary literature. No loincloths here, until Neale’s western is fully published.

Neale says, “I like and or have been compared to Zane, Jaid Black, and Anne Rice, but I see more parallel with Emily Bronte’s wild, sensual, sensuous, and mildly incestuous ‘Wuthering Heights’ in my stories; highly passionate, but with more sex and lovemaking, lots more. My hip-hop artist nephew recently came up with this -- ‘sex, romance, deception, manipulation, and vindication’ -- as his take on ‘Hobble,’ which is a good standard of my work in general. I’m adding his quote to my marketing. I also love that many have commented that they can’t get the novel back from their significant other. I love when they’re passionate about my storytelling and I love writing for adults and not family-oriented only. Remember, mature-rated is good, kids should have to wait like we did for the ‘good stuff,’ but we adults shouldn’t give up all that’s mature until the kids are grown enough. That’s ridiculous. The world’s not PG-rated, so why should daily, public, adult media pretend otherwise? Besides, which is more immediately corrupting, seeing murders and assaults on screen and in life or adults doing ‘icky and stupid stuff,’ like sex?”

“North Coast Academies’ Diary” Volume 1, Number 1-- “Laila: Cozy With Daddy” -- Brainy, multiracial, private school virgin, Laila, chooses her handsome seducer for her deflowering. 7857 words;

“Steve’s Monkey’s Paw and MORE” -- Steve is a horrid bad boy, envious of friend Alex’s turn-around attitude with his soon-to-be new love, Kara, but grandma’s monkey’s paw, gives Steve complete control over anyone he wants; even Alex’s sweet new lady; against her will.... Plus more, there are more stories published [PLAYGIRL] and fascinating excerpts from more novels soon to come.

“Hobble” -- Bennet Gillespie, a successful, yet burned out half Native American medical professional, a healer with psychic talent, crashes into a recuperating “innocent” beauty on the beach; beginning an obsessive and intense sexual triangle with the seductive, young African American, DAY, who’s jealously guarded by Hopkins, her overbearing, elderly British stepfather, and lover. [Neale is the model of Hobble’s cover, in full character as the deadly beauty, DAY]

Handsome Benn’s a genius and a master manipulator, but he could, in fact, literally lose his heart, his life, and his soul to the "knife-happy," legally insane Day, who’s desperate to be free of the prison mental ward lockdown to which she will be returned when the old man dies and free of this wealthy, well-connected man, who may have crippled her, and whom Benn may yet discover that their incestuous bond is closer by blood than she says.

Who is Neale Sourna?

Neale’s first novel to publish "Hobble" won the BlackRefer.com Year's Best Erotica Award and has published with PLAYGIRL Magazine, Distant Echoes military veterans’ magazine, and around the internet.

Neale’s favorite compliments she's received as a writer include an astonished comment from rocker-publisher Johnny Temple of Akashic Books and Girls Against Boys who, after reading his first excerpt of "Hobble" said he completely believed Neale was a man, which she plainly isn't in person. She says she hopefully is "a dude, mentally, when writing from a guy’s POV; which is a gift not a fetish." Another compliment comes from Traci, a young business owner in Cleveland who says Neale’s writing to her is better than Zane’s. Wow! So do we.

Visit the publisher at http://www.PIE-Percept.com/pr.htm and most online search engines for more detailed information and excerpts of Neale's works. Search Amazon and other online stores, or ask your local brick and mortar store to order Neale’s works.