Interesting Blogs: An Author in Bondage by T.J. Masters

Well, yes, the title over at Love Bytes caught my eye and I rushed over to have a look. T.J. Masters is a tease of course but the blog was very good.

Suddenly I was free. The need just to tell a story had liberated the writer in me. I sat down and started to write the story of the bearish librarian and the beautiful, illiterate, book-loving boy. This time it is working and once again I am enjoying the telling of the story.

The rest of the blog is here.

Russell T. Davies Does CBT.

Author T.J.Masters reviews T.V’s Cucumber, Banana and Tofu

Did the title grab your attention? Did it trigger your curiosity? Did it need to? British TV viewers would need to have been living on another planet for the last few weeks and months not to have known that two great events were scheduled for last week. Hilary Mantel’s Wolf Hall and Russell T. Davies’s Cucumber, Banana, Tofu triad (CBT) were both much heralded and widely anticipated because both writers sit at the very peak of their different genres. Ms Mantel is the queen of Tudor monarchy and all its dramas. Russell T. Davies (RTD) is the ‘queen’ of all things gay on tv. That said however, I would now argue that CBT is a lot more than just gay tv.

Sixteen years ago RTD brought us the iconic series Queer As Folk. We were introduced to a collection of bright young things chasing each other around the Manchester gay scene. They all had soulless, aggressive, non-committal sex but the writing was brilliant and it changed forever, the way that gay life was presented on tv.

After that, Russell waved his creative magic wand over the old BBC Dr Who, added Torchwood and gave birth to a hugely successful global franchise. Clearly the ability to produce tv magic bestows great power on the writer. How else could he then have persuaded network bosses to take on three new series with heavy sexual content and broadcast them at consecutive times, across three different channels on Thursday night’s for eight weeks? Well he did and it happened and it was wonderful.

In the same way that Ms Mantel is an able chronicler of the Tudor period, so RTD is an expert chronicler of gay life and lifestyle. Not just the lifestyle as it has evolved since Queer as Folk (QAF), not just a timeline into the early twenty-first century, but a deeper look at how we grow and age alongside it. In QAF we related to the characters. Who didn’t have moments of envy over Stuart or want to be him? We also cringed at his behaviour and at times wanted to punch him.

Cucumber airs on Channel 4 and in some ways it is a follow-up story to QAF. The central character is the 46 year old Henry who will resonate deeply with many of us of a certain age. Gay middle age has never been so well portrayed on tv and if your only reference is the very witty ‘Vicious’ then prepare to have your opinions turned on their heads. As I watched the first episode I found myself jumping between wanting to give Henry an understanding hug and wanting to tip him into Canal Street’s famous waterway!

That first episode set the scene with Henry and his partner of nine years, Lance, having reached a crossroads in their comfortable but sexless relationship. Suddenly this was no longer just an outrageous gay story, it was the tale of any middle aged couple coming to terms, or not, with the autumn of their time together. The shock effect and the rampant penis innuendo of the opening scenes had drawn us in, but now RTD’s brilliance revealed itself and we were faced with the stories of stumbling relationships, fickle love, beauty, age and the mixed blessing that is sex leading to both happiness and misery.

I look forward to Henry’s story developing over the coming weeks.

Straight after Cucumber we change channels to E4 where Banana is shown as a set of eight individual portraits of some of the secondary characters from the Cucumber series. First up was wild child Dean who bounced through Cucumber, notably waving his chastity-locked tackle at anyone who stood still long enough for him to drop his trousers. Like everyone in these tales the young actor gave an inspired performance and we can look forward to seeing a lot more of him throughout the Cucumber series. There he is one corner of the unlikely three-way flat share with Henry and the beautiful, bisexual, nymphomaniac Freddie.

It is a measure of RTD’s great skill as a writer that he has written eight powerful portraits of very diverse characters and each seen from their own point of view.  I can’t wait to see episode two of Banana where he writes as a lonely young lesbian.

If you are not drained of all emotional energy after this unrelenting two hours, then it is time to switch to the on-demand channel 4OD for Tofu. This is a web-based, factual series presented as a guide to sex. Not just gay sex but straight, trans, black, white, young or old and everything in between.

The images will titillate us and we will love or hate the characters. I firmly believe that the well written stories will stay with us a lot longer than the giggles. Once again RTD has given us a game changing pallet of great stories and memorable characters. It frustrates the hell out of me that the people who need to watch this are the very ones who will avoid it. For those of us who do watch it all, Thursday nights will never be the same again.

For writers who struggle with the patience which our craft demands. I read one powerful anecdote about RTD and Cucumber. Apparently the final words from Henry at the end of the series were written by Russell some ten years ago. All he needed was the right character to deliver those words and now I can’t wait to hear what he says.

T.J. Masters

Writer of m/m romance and BDSM stories.

Full details can be found at

http://www.tjmasters.com

Taking the Gardener

Mourning the sudden loss of his parents in a car crash, experienced Dom Eric Broderick escapes London society and his high-pressure law firm and retreats to Glebe House in Pittlesburne, a small village in Buckinghamshire. He tours the nearby woods and the charming village, but it’s really the guesthouse’s garden he’s taken with—or, rather, the gardener.

Tom Bestwick maintains the grounds of Glebe House for his fiancée and does odd jobs around the village. With little experience outside Pittlesburne, Tom finds fulfillment through his true passions, rugby and art. He has just one unrealized desire—one the guesthouse’s new occupant would be happy to help him with.

Late one night, while walking through the garden to clear his mood, Eric spies Tom enjoying a BDSM video starring two men. Having a sub to train might just help Eric forget his troubles, but as their feelings deepen, the real world intrudes. Eric can give Tom everything, but not until Tom decides where he’s meant to be.

Book of the Day: Draining the Plumber by T.J. Masters

Draining the Plumber

The third book in the Working Hard. Loving Harder series is out now. Those of you following the series know that the stories examine the possibilities when you invite a sexy workman into your home? We are led to believe that they get lots of offers from bored housewives but what if their interests lie elsewhere? What if it happened to be the men of the household who made them adjust their tool belts?

In Draining the Plumber we meet Brian who works from home. When his next door neighbour Ann needs a minder to keep an eye on their plumber at short notice he rushes around to help in her hour of need. Not only does Jack the sexy plumber grab Brian’s interest, but he wastes no time in seducing the willing samaritan. As soon as the work is finished the two horny guys move next door to Brian’s house where the workman teaches his lover just how a plumber likes to be drained. This proves to be no one night stand either, and so an even hotter second date is arranged.

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LINKS:

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Excerpt

“Do we know each other?” he asked, tilting his head. “You look familiar, but I don’t know where I’ve seen you.”

“You and me both,” I replied, sipping at my coffee. “I don’t know that we’ve actually met, but I’ve definitely seen you someplace.”

I sat down at my laptop and all of a sudden his face lit up, he clicked his fingers and pointed at me.

“The coffee shop!” he exclaimed. “I’ve seen you in there just like that, working at your laptop, in Al and Jamie’s coffee shop on the high street.”

“Of course,” I nodded eagerly. “You’re a friend of the owners aren’t you?”

He laughed at that. “Yes, you could say that. They’re a fun couple. I helped with the plumbing when they were setting the place up.

At least now I could be pretty sure he was gay. Also I knew that if Al and Jamie knew him, he probably had a good reason to describe them as fun guys, too. Al was actually an ex of mine, but we were still good friends.

“Hang on a minute.” Jack tapped his chin. “Brian? Are you the Brian who sorted out their website? It looks great.”

“Guilty as charged.” I grinned. “Actually a friend of mine designed the site for them I just added all the content. That’s what I do. I’m a content provider for other peoples websites, blogs and social media.”

“Great stuff. You’re good-looking, too.”

I was taken aback at the last throw-away comment, but also encouraged by it. “You’re not so bad-looking yourself, and not shy either.”

“I say as I find,” Jack shrugged. “And I find you very hot. I’m kind of hoping that you’re single, too?”

“Wow. You really aren’t backwards in coming forwards are you? Yes, I’m single.” This was moving fast and not really my style, but hey, styles change don’t they?

Jack was shorter than me. Probably about five feet seven, or eight. He was stocky but looked well-muscled with relatively short, well-trimmed black hair and a very close-cropped black beard. Grooming was clearly a priority for him and he looked really good. The overall effect was one of well-groomed masculinity and Jack’s dark-brown eyes and winning smile drew me in.

Before I realised what he was up to, Jack had moved up beside me. Because I was sitting on a bar stool we were roughly the same height so he reached out and with a strong hand on the back of my neck, pulled me in for a deep, lingering kiss.

“Mmm,” he said licking his lips. “Tasty, too.”

I felt as though I was being dragged into something I would never normally do, but I couldn’t think of a single good reason to resist. Perhaps sensing my hesitation, Jack pulled away.

“I take it you work from home?” he said softly.

“Yes I do. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I have a job to finish here.” He motioned towards the sink. “How about I get on with that for now and you can continue to baby-sit, then you can take me back to your place when I’m done?”

“Okay, that sounds good to me.”

This must have been the quickest pick-up ever for me, but I wasn’t going to complain. He was such a sexy looking guy I couldn’t wait to get him into my bed.

 

 

 

 

“I now pronounce you husband and husband” by T.J. Masters

Gay-Marriage

It’s here at last. After years of hoping campaigning and struggling, marriage equality is upon us. Just after midnight tonight on Saturday 29th March 2014 the first same-sex couples will tie the knot and across the England and Wales we will celebrate. I use the phrase ‘marriage equality’ because that’s what it is. It’s not ‘gay marriage’ whatever that might look like.

The Marriage (Same Sex Couples) Act 2013 was passed by the UK government in July 2013 and came into force in England and Wales on the 13th March 2014 and at that point same sex marriages outside of UK jurisdiction became recognised for those couples residing here.

Scottish legislation was passed in February 2014 with the first ceremonies expected in the Autumn 2014.

The Northern Ireland Executive has not bought any such legislation and same-sex marriages from beyond its borders will be treated as Civil Partnerships

Today I am proud to have been born in a country that now sees these rights as equal for all people. Yes it’s true that for nine years now we have had the option of Civil Partnerships. I am convinced that without the history of Civil Partnerships we would not have achieved marriage equality so easily. Like so many other cultural shifts there was great resistance to this non-religious version of marriage but now, Civil Partnerships take place at the rate of 6-7000 every year and are pretty equally divided between men and women.

The civil partnership laws were a huge step change in December 2005. My partner and I had already been together for over twenty five years when we had our Civil Partnership ceremony. That day is forever etched in our memories as one of the best of our lives together. We were supported by family, friends, work colleagues and their children who all saw it as a completely natural thing for us to be doing

The world didn’t come to an end. We were not struck down by lightning. But of course marriage was still closed to us and in that respect civil partnership remained as something of a consolation prize for those of us who didn’t quiet qualify for the real thing.

Let’s be clear. Marriage in this country has always been a legal construct. Some groups still argue that it is a religious one but it is not. Currently some 39% of heterosexual marriages end in divorce. Will the gays be any better at it? Probably not, but who is qualified to say that we should not have the same opportunity to succeed or fail.

Some have argued that marriage is a child-centric state. That argument does not hold water either. During my thirty four years as a school teacher I was only to aware of the vast numbers of our young people who did not live in a two parent home

Nor does the biological argument about procreation stand up. Marriage has never been necessary for breeding.

Changing any law in the UK is a complex process, not taken lightly, nor should it be. This new Act corrects many inequalities, but in order to work effectively it had to include a whole raft of minor corrections to existing marriage law. These include allowing night time marriages for the first time. It also repeals the existing sodomy laws and now ensures that if a member of the royal family were to wed his same sex partner, that person would never be forced to take the title of Queen. I’m sure that one caused a few laughs among the legal draughtsmen.

IDAHO

I will not deal here with religious opposition but the law allows church groups to abstain from recognising same sex marriage without fear of any legal backlash.

Now it just remains for the first vows to be exchanged and the cakes to be cut. My congratulations to all those couples who will take the plunge this weekend.

My final wistful thought is a wish for a future time when so called gay marriages are no longer news-worthy. We are a nation which has embraced so many cultural changes and we are no strangers to creating new traditions. Let’s waive our flags and sing our anthems today. When the fuss has died down let us look to the future when attitudes are truly changed and we accept that we never really did alter the institution of marriage we just extended the joy to everyone.

~~

T.J. Masters is a fifty-six-year-old author and life coach living in Hertfordshire just to the north of London, England. T.J. has shared thirty years of suburban life with his civil partner Ian, and they enjoy the love and support of T.J’s large Irish family who all live nearby. In 2009 T.J. took early retirement from a thirty-three-year school teaching career and decided to follow a new path. After qualifying as a life coach, T.J. found that he was coaching a couple of authors who were going through the process of giving birth to the book which “had always been inside them.” This rekindled T.J’s long-held desire to write and get published.

With a lifelong passion for books, learning, and the sharing of knowledge, T.J. woke up to the realization that he had stories to tell, books to write, and less than half a lifetime left to do it in. As for the kind of books he is writing… well, let’s just say that he decided to channel over thirty years of experience in the gay BDSM lifestyle into a genre where it would be most appreciated!

Alongside this passion for books and writing, T.J. also found an outlet for his inner geek and has become a great advocate for social media in various forms. Blogging has become a great outlet for T.J’s many interests including the writerly ones. The author has a website where he blogs regularly and he loves to interact with his readers and followers at http://www.tjmasters.com.

 

Giveaway: Hands of Power by T.J. Masters

T.J. Masters very kindly agreed to give away a copy of his new story, Hands of Power. As this is a rugby-based story *those thighs*, please leave the answer to this question below to join in the draw.

Can you name a country presently taking part in the RBS 6-Nations Tournament?

I will draw a name out of hat on Friday 14th February at 10am GMT.

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Hands of Power

Amateur rugby player Richard Doyle is injured in a match and after a visit to a hospital A & E he seeks the help of a sports therapist to get him fit to play again before the next important game. Physiotherapist Alan Jennings is a very fit, attractive and skilled man. Ex-army, divorced and gay, Alan is immediately attracted to his stunningly good looking new client and wastes no time in seducing the younger man and introducing him to the joys of masculine m/m sex. As Richard’s shoulder is treated so a powerful relationship develops between the two men.

The therapist’s powerful hands work their magic on the handsome rugby player and soon he is fit to play again. At the same time he has become a hungry submissive partner in their discrete but intense sexual adventures. The day of the semi-final arrives and Alan accompanies his lover at the request of the team coach in order to look after their star player. After winning a great game the team are ready for their traditional night of drunken celebrations but Richard just wants to get his sexual mentor back to their shared hotel room as soon as possible.

Excerpt:

Alan reached down and squeezed my thigh muscle making me wince. I jumped as much from the surprise of him touching my leg as from the sore muscle itself.  “I see what you mean,” he said dryly. “Do you need to rush off?”

“No, I have no real plans today. Why?”

“How about I give you a full body, sports massage to release all that muscle tension?”

“Wow, really?” I was more than interested. “I’ve never had a proper one before, do you think it would help?”

“Are you questioning my skill young man?” The question was sternly asked but those bright eyes danced with good humour.

“I would never dream of it.” I pretended to be affronted at the suggestion.

“Glad to hear it. Get yourself stripped off and lie face down on the table,” Alan instructed.

I swallowed hard. “Completely naked you mean?” I tried to tell myself that the squeak in my voice was a manly one.

“Yes,” Alan said, his lips twitching in amusement at my hesitation. “I’ll be using some oil and I don’t want to get any on your clothes, so take everything off.” He raised a sardonic eyebrow. “If you’re that modest I’ll put a towel over that fine ass once you’re lying down.”

Was he really checking out my butt or just using humour to relax me? In truth I was proud of my body and I was vain enough to enjoy showing it off whenever I got the chance. Why then was I feeling awkward in front of somebody who was enjoying the view? He wasn’t the first man to do so, and it had never bothered me before—so why now?  I shrugged off the question and took off the rest of my clothes. Once I had lain down as instructed, he placed a folded towel over my backside and then placed one hand on top of it.

“Just try to relax as much as you can,” he said softly, “and when you’re lying comfortably, try not to move.”

I wriggled a bit to get comfortable then he began. He placed his hands between my shoulders and, with strong, confident and yet soothing strokes, he started to rub outwards across my shoulders and down my back. It felt great and it wasn’t long before I relaxed into it. This was obviously a deep massage, so it wasn’t maybe the gentle soothing experience I’d imagined it would be. It was assertive and a much more masculine assault of sensations than I had expected.

Alan was extra careful around the area of my injured shoulder but, for the rest, it became clear he was a man of great strength and skill.

During the upper body part of the massage there was very little said between us but, as his hands moved lower, Alan started to talk a bit more. His fingers lingered over the small of my back, which had always been sensitive so I squirmed a little, but then he changed position and slid his hands smoothly under the towel and along my outer thighs.

“I take it you’re pretty fast on the rugby field,” he said quietly. “You certainly seem to be built for speed.”

“I’m one of the fastest guys on our team,” I admitted. “I’ve played right wing, but I’m actually a bit faster than both of our first-team wingers.”

“Well, you’ve got great legs. I would always place you on the back row, but I guess your strong build is what makes you a good number eight.” All the rugby talk was distracting me as Alan’s powerful hands moved up and down the backs of my thighs digging deep into my hamstrings. “So, are you the guy that gets to stand at the back of the scrum, looking at all those upturned beefy bums while you wait for the ball to drop?” There was laughter in his voice.

“I’ve never quiet thought of it that way—but I guess I am.”

As I replied, I became aware of something happening between my legs. Was I really getting turned on by what this guy was doing? Apparently so. My cock was starting to swell and I was willing it to go down again before he noticed. Then, to my horror, Alan’s hand slid up my inner thigh and brushed the head of my hardening cock making it jerk, but he gave no indication that he’d felt it. He did the same thing once more, before moving over to the other leg and repeating the movement. I was now rock hard and he had to be aware of it, but he still said nothing.

He started on my calves, digging hard into the muscles there, then moved on down to my feet. Luckily, while I struggled to suppress the feeling that my feet were being tickled, my erection went down. Not soon enough either.

“Okay,” Alan said, his tone unchanged. “Time to roll over so we can do your front.”

 

 

 

 

 

New release: Hands of Power by T.J. Masters

Here is a brand new release from T.J. Masters. Two of my favourite things; rugby and backs – and that’s just the cover.

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Hands of Power by T.J. Masters

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Hands of Power

Amateur rugby player Richard Doyle is injured in a match and after a visit to a hospital A & E he seeks the help of a sports therapist to get him fit to play again before the next important game. Physiotherapist Alan Jennings is a very fit, attractive and skilled man. Ex-army, divorced and gay, Alan is immediately attracted to his stunningly good looking new client and wastes no time in seducing the younger man and introducing him to the joys of masculine m/m sex. As Richard’s shoulder is treated so a powerful relationship develops between the two men.

The therapist’s powerful hands work their magic on the handsome rugby player and soon he is fit to play again. At the same time he has become a hungry submissive partner in their discrete but intense sexual adventures. The day of the semi-final arrives and Alan accompanies his lover at the request of the team coach in order to look after their star player. After winning a great game the team are ready for their traditional night of drunken celebrations but Richard just wants to get his sexual mentor back to their shared hotel room as soon as possible.

Excerpt:

Alan reached down and squeezed my thigh muscle making me wince. I jumped as much from the surprise of him touching my leg as from the sore muscle itself.  “I see what you mean,” he said dryly. “Do you need to rush off?”

“No, I have no real plans today. Why?”

“How about I give you a full body, sports massage to release all that muscle tension?”

“Wow, really?” I was more than interested. “I’ve never had a proper one before, do you think it would help?”

“Are you questioning my skill young man?” The question was sternly asked but those bright eyes danced with good humour.

“I would never dream of it.” I pretended to be affronted at the suggestion.

“Glad to hear it. Get yourself stripped off and lie face down on the table,” Alan instructed.

I swallowed hard. “Completely naked you mean?” I tried to tell myself that the squeak in my voice was a manly one.

“Yes,” Alan said, his lips twitching in amusement at my hesitation. “I’ll be using some oil and I don’t want to get any on your clothes, so take everything off.” He raised a sardonic eyebrow. “If you’re that modest I’ll put a towel over that fine ass once you’re lying down.”

Was he really checking out my butt or just using humour to relax me? In truth I was proud of my body and I was vain enough to enjoy showing it off whenever I got the chance. Why then was I feeling awkward in front of somebody who was enjoying the view? He wasn’t the first man to do so, and it had never bothered me before—so why now?  I shrugged off the question and took off the rest of my clothes. Once I had lain down as instructed, he placed a folded towel over my backside and then placed one hand on top of it.

“Just try to relax as much as you can,” he said softly, “and when you’re lying comfortably, try not to move.”

I wriggled a bit to get comfortable then he began. He placed his hands between my shoulders and, with strong, confident and yet soothing strokes, he started to rub outwards across my shoulders and down my back. It felt great and it wasn’t long before I relaxed into it. This was obviously a deep massage, so it wasn’t maybe the gentle soothing experience I’d imagined it would be. It was assertive and a much more masculine assault of sensations than I had expected.

Alan was extra careful around the area of my injured shoulder but, for the rest, it became clear he was a man of great strength and skill.

During the upper body part of the massage there was very little said between us but, as his hands moved lower, Alan started to talk a bit more. His fingers lingered over the small of my back, which had always been sensitive so I squirmed a little, but then he changed position and slid his hands smoothly under the towel and along my outer thighs.

“I take it you’re pretty fast on the rugby field,” he said quietly. “You certainly seem to be built for speed.”

“I’m one of the fastest guys on our team,” I admitted. “I’ve played right wing, but I’m actually a bit faster than both of our first-team wingers.”

“Well, you’ve got great legs. I would always place you on the back row, but I guess your strong build is what makes you a good number eight.” All the rugby talk was distracting me as Alan’s powerful hands moved up and down the backs of my thighs digging deep into my hamstrings. “So, are you the guy that gets to stand at the back of the scrum, looking at all those upturned beefy bums while you wait for the ball to drop?” There was laughter in his voice.

“I’ve never quiet thought of it that way—but I guess I am.”

As I replied, I became aware of something happening between my legs. Was I really getting turned on by what this guy was doing? Apparently so. My cock was starting to swell and I was willing it to go down again before he noticed. Then, to my horror, Alan’s hand slid up my inner thigh and brushed the head of my hardening cock making it jerk, but he gave no indication that he’d felt it. He did the same thing once more, before moving over to the other leg and repeating the movement. I was now rock hard and he had to be aware of it, but he still said nothing.

He started on my calves, digging hard into the muscles there, then moved on down to my feet. Luckily, while I struggled to suppress the feeling that my feet were being tickled, my erection went down. Not soon enough either.

“Okay,” Alan said, his tone unchanged. “Time to roll over so we can do your front.”

New Release: The Gasman Cometh by T.J. Masters

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The Gasman Cometh by T.J. Masters

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Blurb:

This is the first of a new monthly series of short stories with the collective title: Working Hard. Loving Harder.

Have you ever wondered about the endless possibilities for engagement and interaction with the great variety of workmen that we welcome into our homes in times of need? Whether it be true romance or just a moment of hot and horny fun, this series aims to explore all the options. These are chance encounters leading to amorous advances and hot sexual episodes. Often there is a kinky element to it but always there is the suggestion of something longer term developing between these chance players.

This first story tells the tale of Chris, a sexy young central heating engineer. Chris is sent to the home of the older and much more confident Colin to investigate a fault he has reported about his heating. Up to that point Chris’ life has not amounted to much. In fact with a catalogue of bad choices behind him and an oppressive family running him down at every turn Chris is feeling utterly miserable. Colin takes a shine to the lad and offers to help him turn his life around. Of course mistakes have to be punished, but who says that love cannot start with a sound spanking!