Welcome as we kick off our month-long celebrations for the amazing
In our first post, we'll look at The Price Of Dick, and A Summer of Guiltless Sex, plus a list of Dan's favorite things. All the way at the bottom is also a chance to win one of his books!
First up, The Price Of Dick
His name is Richard but he'll say, "Call me Dick." He's a big, butch, brainy guy in an executive suit, hotter than spit on a skillet. The type of guy you can see fully dressed and imagine buck naked in the throes of an orgasm - every six-feet-two, muscular, sexually intoxicating inch of him. He's an ambitious freshman in a prominent brokerage firm who's figured out he can use more than his smarts to get ahead. He's perfected a surefire method to drive home a hard deal. No one can resist him. And he's got one really big secret. But that will cost you.
For photographer J.J. Johnstone, the price of Dick just might cost him everything.
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Second in today's line-up, A Summer Of Guiltless Sex
Two very different men, from two walks of life find common ground for an exciting and unique adventure. It'd not been a great beginning of the summer season for either Bill, a young bridal store clerk, or Ted, a college student working as a lifeguard at the apartment complex’s pool. They'd both been dumped in their respective relationships and were still looking for “the one.” Their chance meeting at this low ebb in their lives and an off-the-cuff remark about what they both needed as a temporary solution to their physical needs, lead to a unique and adventuresome pact between the two. They agree to be what's lacking in each other’s lives. They begin a journey of self-discovery. One that will only last the length of the summer and will forever change their lives and ideas about love and friendship. One season of guiltless sex.
I looked down and could see that his parachute had opened. In the next second ours
had as well, yanking us to what almost felt like a standstill. The rush to earth slowed to
a glide. The noise of the wind disappeared and all I could hear was this stunning,
reverent silence as we gradually eased closer to the ground. I could see Ted’s canopy
steering toward the west and recognized the field and the building that was our
destination: The Dropzone. From the air, I could see its empty field had been mowed
in a circular fashion like a bullseye. In the last six minutes of the gentle ride to earth,
my fear had transformed into exhilaration that coursed in undiluted thrill though my
bloodstream. By the time we’d landed and my instructor had unharnessed me, I’d
gone into a delirium of hyper-excitement. I wasn’t alone. I could hear Ted’s hoots and
hollers from the fifty-yard distance between us and as he ran it like a linebacker to
finally leap up into my arms with an ear-piercing whoop finale. He was a muscular,
heavy guy, but with my surge of adrenalin I spun him around like he was weightless,
joining in for a few whoops of my own.
“That was fucking awesome!” he shouted as he slid down from me and jumped in
the air clapping his hands. “Wasn’t that fucking awesome?”
I could only giggle at this point. My communication skills had abandoned me the
moment my brain registered the fact that I’d skydived out of a plane.
The instructors were shouting out the last of our instructions which were to meet
them inside for a certificates declaring our jump as Ted leaned in close to my ear to
whisper, “I don’t know about you, but that made me horny as hell!”
He wasn’t alone in that either. Beneath my baggy shorts and long windbreaker, I
was standing at full attention. My grin gave him all the information he needed on that.
“Meet you in the restroom after we get the certificate,” he said, before bounding off
for the building.
My eyes followed him, wondering if he’d been joking, but as he looked back at me,
he pointed at his watch, held up five fingers and pointed at the building.
By the time I’d helped my instructor carry everything back inside and gotten my
certificate signed verifying my adventure, Ted was nowhere in sight. I looked for the
restroom sign and found it pointing toward the entrance, past the souvenir shop. This
day seemed to have no end of surprises.
The room was a moderate space painted an odd green with matching floor tile. It
had one large oblong window that ran along the top, providing illumination in
addition to the weak ceiling lights. There were three urinals and sinks with mirrors
that lined under and adjacent to the window. Next to these were the toilet stalls filling
out the rest of the room and butting up to the back wall of the building. When I
entered, the room appeared empty. The door swished shut behind me. I wondered if
I’d misheard my friend when a hand appeared above the very last stall, waving and
then humorously pointing downward into the stall. I chuckled to myself. He was an
irrepressible rogue. I made my way to the end stall. The door opened, and his face
appeared in front of me wearing the smirk of the devil as he wiggled his eyebrows.
“I’m sorry, sir,” he said. “Do you happen to have the time?” And with that, he
grasped me by my forearm and pulled me into the tiny space with him, shutting and
locking the door.
“We can’t do this. It’s dangerous,” I said.
“If it’s good enough for our Republican Senators, it’s good enough for me,” he joked.
His eyes had that glazed, hungry look I recognized as being particular to a certain
appetite. He seemed hyper-agitated and it showed in the ruddy glow in his cheeks and
his nervous movements. It had been brought on by the rush of adrenalin. He had it
I felt it myself, but it wasn’t clouding my better judgment. “This can wait ‘til we get
back to the apartment,” I suggested.
With that, he grabbed my hand and pulled it against his chest. “No, it can’t. Feel my
It beat beneath my palm like a fierce jungle drum. The rhythm had already seized
his body. He pushed my hand down to his crotch. The hardness beneath the fly was
“I need this really bad.” He had pulled me closer as he unsnapped the pants and slid
my hand inside past the elastic of his underwear and directly onto his dick. It felt like a
rock hard, pulsing furnace. “You do me and I’ll do you.”
He’d already reached for my shorts and was fumbling with the button.
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Dan's favorite things:
My favorite food is peanut butter. I go thru a big jar of it every two days.
My fave drink is plain ole milk. I drink a gallon of it almost every day.
I like any kind of upbeat music. I listen to a lot of eighties and nineties remixes on YouTube when I'm working: I.E. Thompson Twins, Pet Shop Boys etc.
My fave book is A Separate Peace by John Knowles... it actually inspired my novel, Memorizing You.
Favorite candy is anything sour... sour cherries..gummies..etc.
My most fave place to vacation is Las Vegas. I've been there six times and I don't gamble. There's just so much to see!
I could blow $100 bucks eating in a Thai restaurant... no joke..
My fave accessory is baseball caps...
About the author:
Howdy, my name is Dan Skinner and for those of you who don’t know me I’m a photographer of male/male romance book covers and a gay author. I live in the Midwest and I’m an avid runner. For those not acquainted with my work you can find my novels on Amazon. com. The first is MEMORIZING YOU, a YA tale of first love. Others are THE BIBLE BOYS, THE PRICE OF DICK (don’t laugh it actually has another meaning hehehe), The ART OF THE HEART, A SUMMER OF GUILTLESS SEX and a gay Sci-Fi Thriller entitled XPERIMENT. I also have an oldie published at Dreamspinner Press entitled COVERBOY. So, there’s a little something for everyone.
For those interested in my photography I have two galleries - http://danthedanimal.deviantart.com/ and http://theknobgoblin.tumblr.com/.
Be forewarned they are NSFW and very adult-oriented. So sit back and enjoy. I hope to add new and entertaining stuff everyday!
I also have Cover Image Stock For Sale!
Find our more on my blog.
Thanks for celebrating with us. Come back next week for more of Dan's books, five little-known facts about Dan, plus another chance to win.
Until then, happy reading!