#FlashFictionFriday 06/23/2017 Adventures with Ben and Jerry #FlashFic

Flash Fiction Friday

Here is the third of the three original story scenes reintroducing my old Adventures with Ben & Jerry characters. Like the scenes posted the past two Fridays, this was written back in 2008 or 2009 and posted on the Torquere Livejournal Social Group. Way back when, authors at Torquere would sign up to host the group for a day when they wanted to promote a new release (or whatever). One of the things authors often did while hosting was ask for prompt words, then a mere couple hours later, post a ficlet featuring those words. The scene I’m reposting today was the result of one of those times.

I made a few minor tweaks to the original post (and added the word “exhausted” that was left on last week’s post), but it remains mostly unchanged. Full disclosure: commenters were able to leave as many words as they wanted, and I only promised to use at least one from each. I always kept that promise, and this time I used them all. Here are the 11 words/phrases left by 3 people:

noonerblindfoldcameraintensenumbice creamtomatoeskeychainspiral staircaseflagpoleWaterPik shower massager

Note: This scene has a higher heat rating than I typically go for on the site, so most of it is behind a spoiler tag. I toned down the language a bit from the original, but even so, please don’t click on it unless you are 18 or older. 🔥

You’ve got to come home right now. For Spooner. It’s an emergency. Jerry’s voicemail hadn’t been very specific. Ben was numb with worry as he trotted from the car to the front entrance of their new house. Poor little kitty.

He fumbled and dropped his keychain, then knocked his head on the poorly placed flagpole.

“Dammit.” He stood and stumbled to the door, rubbing his head.

“Jerry?” Ben hollered through the house. “Where are you? Where’s Spooner? Is she going to be okay?”

Ben’s jaw dropped as Jerry sauntered out of the kitchen, buck naked, eating a bowl of ice cream as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“What do you mean?” Jerry asked.

Ben sputtered. “Your voicemail. You said ‘For Spooner.’ You said it was an emergency.”

If you are 18 or older, click to read the rest of this story scene.

Jerry grinned. “For Spooner? No, she’s fine. I said for a nooner.” He glanced down at his half-hard cock and shrugged. “It’s kind of an emergency.”

“You’re kidding.”

“You’re not mad, are you? Sorry, you look upset. Or maybe exhausted. Are you okay?”

Ben scratched at the sore spot on his head. “I’m fine. I’m not mad at you. I hit my head and I would have sworn you said Spooner, so I was worried.”

“Sorry hon. Didn’t mean to worry you.” Jerry leaned over and gave him a light kiss.

“Mmm, nice.” Ben wrapped his arms around Jerry’s neck and pressed in. Jerry’s arms came around his waist, then Ben shuddered as cold ice cream slid down his back.

Ben jumped back. “Shit. You’re tipping your bowl.”

Jerry grimaced. “Sorry. Damn. I keep having to apologize to you today.”

Ben looked into the dripping, half empty bowl Jerry still held in his hands. “What the hell is that? Please tell me you don’t have tomatoes mixed in with your pistachio.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

Ben sighed. “Nothing I guess. Just don’t ever give it to me that way, okay?”

“Check. No tomato with pistachio for you.” Jerry wiggled his eyebrows. “Hey, this mess works out, anyway. My surprise for you is in the shower.”

“There’s a surprise?” Things were looking up. He rather liked Jerry’s surprises.

Jerry got an intense look in his eyes. “You’re really gonna like this one.”


Jerry put his bowl down on the coffee table and led Ben to the spiral staircase leading up to the loft that had been the deciding selling point for the house.

Upstairs Jerry opened his top dresser drawer and pulled out a purple blindfold. Uh-oh. “When did you get that?”

“Last weekend. I want you blindfolded for the surprise.”

“O—kay.” He could go with that. He closed his eyes as Jerry wrapped the thing twice around his head.

Then Jerry stepped away. It was disorienting standing there in the dark. Ben put his hands up, reaching for Jerry.

A click and whirring noise cut the silence, and a barely detectable flash of light made it through the thick material of the blindfold. “What was that? A camera? Tell me you didn’t just take a picture of me standing here like a doofus.”

“Um, sorry, that’d be a lie.”

“That better not end up on the Internet.”

Jerry laughed. “Quit worrying. Just relax. You need to get undressed now for our shower.”

“Fine.” Ben pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt as Jerry went straight for his pants. Ben kicked out of his shoes so Jerry could get them off. His socks and boxers were peeled off last.

“Much better.” Jerry’s voice was cheery as he led Ben to the bathroom. Once there, Ben leaned against the wall as Jerry adjusted the water. “Okay, it’s hot enough, come on in.”

Ben stepped into the shower stall, but where was the water? He reached up to adjust the shower head, but it wasn’t there. Instead a hose ran out. He followed the hose down to a sprayer in Jerry’s hands.”

“When did we get a hand-held shower thingy?”

“I got it this weekend. You’re going to loved it. It’s not just any old sprayer, it’s a WaterPic shower massager.”

(Technically I’ve used all the prompt words now and could just end it here. But what the heck, they’re already nekkid…)

Ben laughed. “You sound like a commercial. But cool, that sounds good.”

“Just wait.” Jerry’s voice changed to his bossy tone. “Turn around. Put your hands on the wall.”

Ben shivered as a grin spread across his face, and he did as he was told.

Jerry started on his forearm, and worked up to his shoulder. It wasn’t too intense, but it was nice, and he relaxed into it.

When Jerry reached the other shoulder he adjusted the nozzle and water powered out, pulsing as he drew circles on Ben’s back with the powerful stream.

Ben moaned and dropped his head down. Damn, Jerry’d been right. He loved it. It was so relaxing. Jerry’s free hand landed on his ass, kneading his cheeks before trailing around to the front, right where Ben wanted it.

“Like the surprise?” Jerry’s voice was low in his ear.

Ben’s reply was more of a groan. “Love it. Don’t stop.”

“Do I ever?”

Nope, he sure didn’t. Jerry never stopped until after Ben expected him to. Of course, that was one of the many things he loved about the man.

Jerry’s brought the nozzle around to Ben’s front and the water jet pulsed across his chest. Ben pushed back as Jerry pressed against his back, grinding along the crack of his ass.

Jerry moved the water massager lower to circle around his abs as Jerry’s other hand maintained its firm, steady, slippery slide. Ben groaned as teeth nipped along his shoulder, and the grind against his ass turned frenzied.

“No.” Ben protested when Jerry’s hand dropped away. He was that close to coming. “Don’t fucking stop.”

“Just ramping it up a bit, love.” Jerry turned the nozzle on the shower head, this time to a less intense pulse, before grabbing Ben’s length again. Ben appreciated the water adjustment when the jet hit his balls.

Ben’s reaction was immediate. A groan tore through him as Jerry’s firm grip milked him.

The WaterPik dropped to the floor of the shower stall as Jerry pressed Ben up against the wall. Ben’s head fell back on Jerry’s shoulders and Jerry made his final frenzied thrusts along Ben’s crack. Jerry held him tightly, then moaned into his shoulder as heat spilled into the crush between them.

Long moments later, Jerry released him. Feeling disoriented in the dark, Ben kept his hands on the wall as Jerry retrieved the sprayer and rinsed them off.

The water turned off, and Jerry’s hands carefully unwound the blindfold. Ben turned to Jerry’s smiling face.

“Am I forgiven for my minor subterfuge to get you home?”

“I knew you’d said, ‘for Spooner.’”

Jerry grimaced. “Sorry. Forgive me?”

Ben sighed. “Of course.” Then he rolled his eyes and smiled. “It was worth it.”

“Love you.” Jerry’s grin was wide.

“Love you, too.”


“That better not end up on the Internet.”

I’m going to return to my old rule for prompts. Leave as many as you like in the comments, but I’ll only promise to use one from each contributor in next week’s post (although I’ll try to use them all).

Treadmill Week 30 & What I #amreading

Treadmill Goals:

  • Get on the treadmill (or equivalent exercise) daily
  • Pace is fine at 30 min/mile, although I may up it on occasion
  • Time range between 30 minutes and 1 hour per day
  • Distance 1-2 miles per day
  • Read the chosen book, which I won’t allow myself to read outside of my treadmill time, hopefully motivating me to reach or exceed the above goals (the only exception to this is Saturday nights, if I want to finish off a book so I can start a fresh one for the new week)

Note: Although I will try to avoid them, my daily #amreading updates may or may not contain spoilers, so read at your own risk.

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It’s short story week!

What I #amreading: Find His Way Home by Nell Iris, Happy Merry Christmas by Amy Tasukada, Only Words by Acer Adamson, Any Excuse by Acer Adamson, and Every Minute by Acer Adamson.

My favorite lines this week:

  • SUNDAY (Find His Way Home): “I know,” Elliot muttered. He scratched his chin before his fingers began twisting strands of his heart, forcing them into half-hearted curls, as he listened to Mick breathing on the other end of the line.
  • MONDAY (Find His Way Home): His teeth chattered the entire drive back, and he had to turn up the heat in the car because he was freezing. He kept his eyes firmly on the road, hyper alert to everything going on around him. After slamming the brakes hard to avoid hitting a squirrel, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to relax a little.
  • TUESDAY (Happy Merry Christmas): Aoi delivered the line. Instead of a lascivious whisper of budding passion, his character’s breath caught in his throat and a sharp pang of panicked fear had him stumbling over his confessed virginity.
  • WEDNESDAY (Happy Merry Christmas): He never understood why people always insisted on commenting about his height after meeting him. It wasn’t like he didn’t know he was short.
  • THURSDAY (Only Words): Skyler huffed out an impatient-sounding breath. “A seam is a seam, Maxwell. Now, please be still. You’re going to have to trust me.”
  • FRIDAY (Any Excuse): Max smiled and raised an eyebrow. “The ‘no commitment’ stuff was bullshit, right?”
  • SATURDAY (Every Minute): Laughing, Skyler took his hand. “I’ll make a mental note to keep my expectations low where you’re concerned.”

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Week 30: June 11, 2017 – June 17, 2017

Sunday  30 min/mile  33:15 min:sec  1.1 miles
Monday  30 min/mile  41:11 min:sec  1.3 miles
Tuesday  30 min/mile  30:19 min:sec  1 mile
Wednesday  30 min/mile  31:39 min:sec  1 mile
Thursday  30 min/mile  31:49 min:sec  1 mile
Friday  30 min/mile  30:06 min:sec  1 mile
Saturday  30 min/mile  31:12 min:sec  1 mile

#RainbowSnippets June 17, 2017 – Cultivating Love

I’ve joined the Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook. From their description: “Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).” Pretty cool, eh? Don’t forget to “Like” my Facebook page and/or my Facebook profile while you’re over there checking out this fantastic group!


On June 24th I’ll be releasing a rewritten and expanded 2nd edition of Cultivating Love at JMS Books, LLC. Today’s snippet picks up from where I left off last week. For context, this scene takes place shortly after Joe leaves to take care of the farm Ed has inherited while Ed stays behind to take care of closing their existing lease and getting them moved. The guys aren’t sure, yet, how long they’ll be separated. This is told from Ed’s 3rd-person POV:

This was way past the level where either of them could just walk away at the drop of a hat if they had a big argument. But that was good, wasn’t it? Joe had agreed they were partners and had been over-the-moon happy looking over the farm. If nothing else, he had Joe hooked with the farm.

His head ached, and he didn’t want to think about it anymore. He scrubbed his face with his palms and padded back to his lonely bed.



A man of few words, Joe is a hard-working farmhand who likes his simple, uncomplicated life. Ed is satisfied with his existence as an auto mechanic, but thrilled when an unexpected development in his life allows him to help Joe realize a dream.

It forces them, however, to reevaluate the casual, undefined nature of their relationship. They’re too macho to speak of love, and neither would acknowledge he doesn’t really mind when it’s his turn to bottom. When life throws them a curve ball, and the rules of their game get old, Ed tries to take every aspect of their relationship up a notch. Can Joe adapt to the open sentimentality Ed’s injecting into their relationship, let alone the new spice in their bedroom activities?

This is a previously published story that has been rewritten, expanded, and re-edited.


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Kindle Unlimited

As with all my books at JMS Books, LLC, Cultivating Love will be available for #FREE download with your #KindleUnlimited subscription (as well as available in other formats at all the usual distributors).

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Rainbow Snippets

I Revamped the Website’s Menu


While researching how to remove a page from the menu while still keeping it live to look at via a link**, I figured out how to add individual blog posts to the website menu. Why would I want to do that? Because I’ve written a lot of flash fiction and bonus scenes for my publications that are in blog posts. They’d been accessible via category links, but it was still difficult to find a particular story scene. Now they can all be found in the menu at the top of the page! ♡

**(For the Cultivating Love 1st edition’s page. You can now only access it via a link to it on the 2nd edition’s page.)

#FlashFictionFriday 6/16/2017 Adventures with Ben and Jerry #FlashFic

Flash Fiction Friday

Once again I’m reposting a scene to reintroduce my old Adventures with Ben & Jerry characters. This is the second in a series of three preexisting scenes that were written back in 2008 or 2009 and posted on the Torquere Livejournal Social Group. Way back when, authors at Torquere would sign up to host the group for a day when they wanted to promote a new release (or whatever). One of the things authors often did while hosting was ask for prompt words, then a mere couple hours later, post a ficlet featuring those words. The scene I’m reposting today was the result of one of those times.

I made a few minor tweaks to the original post (and added the word “tinsel” that was left on last week’s post), but it remains mostly unchanged. Full disclosure: commenters were able to leave as many words as they wanted, and I only promised to use at least one from each. I kept that promise, and in the end I used twenty-five words (or phrases) left by ten commenters, and only four on the table. Here are the original twenty-five:

woodpilekindling — hearth — watermelon — mangoheathowlbrotherstarscincherstallionsnowicewindybitter coldjingle bellsfruit cakecolored ballssquirrel — puddingtoastersirchocolategrinbatteries not included

(In case you’re interested, the ones I didn’t use were: thunder, photocopier, red-nose, and spider.)

“I’m not calling in sick to play hooky again!” Ben was adamant.

But, Jerry’s grin was mischievous. Ben was learning to get nervous when that grin appeared. “I’m not saying right now. We can plan it for Saturday.”

“But a picnic? In December? I don’t know. It’s pretty darned bitter cold out there. Not to mention windy as hell. All we’d need is snow and ice to make it the craziest picnic on record.”

Jerry laughed and looked at him like he was the one that was nuts. “Not outside. We’ll spread out a blanket in front of the fireplace. I’ll scrounge through what’s left of the woodpile for logs and kindling. The heat from a roaring fire will be just the thing to make us forget the howl of the wind outside.”

Some of the tension drained from Ben’s shoulders. That sounded pretty good, actually. Ben could get behind a cozy little hearth-side carpet picnic. “I wonder if I can find a watermelon in December? Or mango. I love mango.” Especially since learning it was an aphrodisiac.

“Yeah, and pudding. I love chocolate pudding.”

“Well yeah, I can make pudding, but that’s not picnic food. Heck, we might as well break out Aunt Gertrude’s fruitcake if we’re not going to stick to the theme.” He’d much rather squirrel that heavy monstrosity away somewhere in case they both lost their jobs and were starving. Really starving, ’cause damn.

“Oh, okay.” Jerry rolled his eyes. “Hey, let’s do it after dark so it can be like we’re camping next to a campfire. The Christmas tree lights reflecting off the colored balls and tinsel will be like we’re looking up at the stars.”

Well maybe for someone with Jerry’s imagination, but Ben could go with that. Night would be better for getting frisky in front of the fireplace, and he could certainly get behind that. “Fine.”

“One more thing…”

Oh brother. “What?”

“Wear that waist cincher I got you for your birthday? You haven’t worn it for me yet.”

Ben’s mouth opened but nothing came out. Well, okay, he could do that. He’d had way more fun than he’d ever expected to have the last time Jerry’d gotten a wild hair in his ass, and Ben had ended up with a purple dildo in his. He nodded.

Jerry’s grin widened. “Good. I’ll have you open that present with the gold jingle bells on it, too. Hey, make sure we have some double A’s.”

“Double A’s?”

“Yeah, batteries. The box you’ll be unwrapping said ‘batteries not included’. We’ll definitely want to have some on hand.”

Ben took a deep, steadying breath. Jerry hadn’t steered him wrong yet. He blushed to admit it, but he liked it when Jerry turned all dom on him like that. Jerry turned into such a—for lack of a less cheesy word—stallion. “Okay. I’ll make sure we have some.”

“Oh, and the toaster. We’ll need to bring the toaster out here, too.”

Ben’s eyes widened. “Do I want to ask?”

“Probably not.”

“You going to make me call you ‘Sir‘ again?”

“That a problem?”

No. It sure wasn’t.

I think when I created Harrison and Mason, I must’ve modeled them after Ben and Jerry—at least somewhat. Ben and Jerry are a little wackier, though.

Since I’m still trying to put all my free time into a short story I need to finish by the end of the month, I’ll probably post the other final existing installment in the Ben and Jerry ficlets next Friday. Even so, you are welcome to leave a prompt word in the comments, below. If I can reasonably work it into the next scene (like I did with “tinsel” this week, then I’ll do that. Otherwise, I’ll hold it for the next fresh scene I write.