Coming

I’m writing this on Memorial Day. For me, this is always a time for reflection. It’s necessary to look back occasionally. I try not to live in the past, but you don’t know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been.

I got my second Covid shot almost three weeks ago. My husband and I are now fully vaccinated. We both got our second shots in the parking lot of the Tony Berger Center, which is a giant facility. It was drive-thru vaccinations and the level of organization was outstanding!

It always amazes me what we can do when we work together. Shame on those people who do nothing but divide us! And double-shame on those who don’t feel free unless they can take away other people’s freedom!!

And while I’m on my soapbox, triple-shame on those who restrict voting and undermine elections!!! Voting is the only way We the People have any say over how things are run. If that’s taken away, what do we have left?

All right, rant over. I’ll be publishing My Brother’s Boyfriend on July 1. You can read a short story and a sample from the book right now.

I’ve usually been publishing one book per month. I’m going to be slowing that down for a while so I can finish Jack Hammer: Dick Diamond, my latest gay romantic thriller starring hard-boiled gay private investigator Jack Hammer. I’m not a very fast writer and the Jack Hammer books are a lot longer and much more complicated to write than my usual books. Dick Diamond has been on hold for way too long and I need to finish it.

If you can’t wait to experience the Jack Hammer books mixture of hard-core gay sex and hard-boiled noir, Jack Hammer: King’s Ransom is available now.

As you can see from the Ken James Fiction Home page, I have lots more books in the pipeline. They’ll be coming soon.

Steam

April has been a good month. My husband and I both received our first COVID-19 vaccine shots after weeks of frustration trying to get appointments. That’s getting a lot better now. It’s great to have a competent government that can actually manage complex tasks like vaccine production and distribution.

Now, we’re hopeful that we’ll be able to go back to restaurants (although most of our favorite places have closed) and do other social activities.

I’ve just published My Girlfriend’s Sister. It has one of my more steamy covers. My original cover (below) was too steamy for Amazon or Smashwords, so I had to find a somewhat less erotic image.

Too Hot!

I start a book with a title and a tagline. Once I have those, I choose some images and have Moira Nelligar (my cover artist) make a cover. I print the cover off and look at it for inspiration while I’m writing the book.

With My Girlfriend’s Sister, I just fell in love with the models, especially the blond woman. There are a lot more images of her, but they’re too hot for Amazon and Smashwords. I usually choose models who generally fit the concept of the book. This time, the model had a major influence on Kristin’s character.

I’m like most authors. A story really starts when the characters come to life and start doing things. I just watch them and write it down. If this sounds like a mystical process, it is. Writers are generally reluctant to examine the working of their minds too closely, for fear that they might break something.

Kristin, the girlfriend’s big sister, came to life in a particularly vivid way. I hope you like her, and sexy stud Andy (who’s also strongly inspired by the cover model), as much as I do.

Studs

This month, I celebrate studs—black and otherwise—with Two For The Big Black Stud.

The beginning of Chapter One of Two For The Big Black Stud originally appeared in my Too-Hot-for-Amazon book Pegging Peter And Other Gay And Bisexual Love Stories with the title “The Hotwife and Her Husband.”

Pegging Peter is an anthology of reedited versions of my old stories, plus the new story “The Hotwife and Her Husband.”

After Amazon banned Pegging Peter, I decided to expand “The Hotwife and Her Husband” into a full-length book. I really liked this story and wanted it to have a wider audience. I rewrote the last third of Chapter One and added the rest.

Comments on “The Hotwife and Her Husband” from Pegging Peter And Other Gay And Bisexual Love Stories

Writers are also readers. Not surprisingly, erotic writers are also erotic readers. Even though most of my stories are gay or bisexual, I read all sorts of erotic fiction.

I wrote “The Hotwife and Her Husband” after reading several hotwife stories. A husband watching his wife have sex with another man has always seemed really gay to me, so I decided to make that explicit, rather than implicit.

I also wanted to get away from the standard “cuckold” fantasy. The husbands in a lot of hotwife stories get off on the humiliation, but I’d rather follow a different path. A big part of the story for me is the heterosexual husband discovering his attraction to other men.

Craig Jefferson, the protagonist, is based on a real live black bodybuilder named Fred. At six feet tall and weighing 200 pounds, I’m a pretty big guy, so it was a real trip being with a man who made me feel little and helpless. With his bulging thighs, arms, and chest, sex with him was like making love with Iron Man, except Fred was made of warm flesh and had a sweet face. We had a steamy relationship until his job took him to Denver. I miss him.

Hear it now

An audio version of my story Bi-College Girls 1 – Without Boys (from Bi-College) is now available at Dirtybit Podcast.

Bisexual college girls Bobby and Kathy leave their boyfriends behind in Austin and check out a lesbian bar in Houston. They meet Andy, a boyish but super-sexy cowgirl with a big toy chest, who takes them home for a long afternoon of all-girl sex.

I’d never gotten into audiobooks or podcasts. I spend a couple of hours a night reading. When I’m driving, I prefer to listen to music. Most of my trips are too short to listen to an audiobook or podcast, anyway.

Still, I was intrigued when Dirtybit Podcast contacted me about using Bi-College Girls 1 – Without Boys. Hearing my story was a dramatically different experience from reading it.

Click on the link above to hear the story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

About Dirtybit Podcast

Welcome to Dirtybit Podcast! We are a husband and wife dynamic duo. On March 29th, 2011 our first podcast episode was born when we decided to take our love for erotic stories and share with the world.

Our hope is to foster growth for independent authors, artists, musicians and really anyone who needs a little boost. We made the decision very early on to ensure the podcast remained accessible to everyone interested over the age of 18. Because of this we have never charged our authors or our listeners and consider the regular costs for the podcast to be our hobby expenses.

We love hearing impact stories from our fans. Messages like, “Wow! Me and my spouse listen to your podcast all the time and really love the variety of stories.” “It helps us to keep things spicy in the bedroom and really love how hot my wife gets listening to SeXXXySherry’s voice!”

These messages are what keep us going! We are always on the hunt for new stories and encourage anyone who would like to share their story with the world to send it our way. In addition to bringing your story to life on the podcast, we work to promote the author by sharing their social media handles and websites, links to online novels etc. We have fans all around the world and really love engaging with them. Don’t ever hesitate to reach out, we don’t bite . . . unless you want us too! Thank you for listening!

Still Alive in Austin

We survived the Great Texas Blizzard of 2021. My husband and I were really lucky. We had electricity and heat the whole time, unlike many Texans. The weight of the snow and ice broke a lot of branches in our yard. One giant branch hit our power line, but didn’t damage it. The water line into our house froze, but it thawed after 36 hours. We were under a boil water order for several days, but that’s been lifted.

The Republicans that run Texas are running around madly, trying to find someone to blame. They seem to have settled on green energy and AOC. They don’t want to talk about their failure to require power generating companies to winterize their equipment, even though Texas gets freezes like this every few years. They’d rather fly to Cancun.

I’m very happy to welcome Moira Nelligar back as my cover artist. She’d dropped out for personal reasons and I was prepared to do my own covers. You can read more about that in my last blog post. Now, she’s back and I’m glad. Her covers are much better than mine.

My next book, Two For The Big Black Stud (previously titled Hotwife And Husband), is coming out on April 1. Big Black Stud Craig Jefferson isn’t usually into women, but he’s happy to fuck sexy hotwife Brigitte while her husband Jim watches. But, Jim wants to do a lot more than watch. That’s fine with Craig.

And, I’ve got more books coming in the next few months . . .

A Long Strange Trip

“What a long strange trip it’s been . . .” (Truckin’ by the Grateful Dead).

We’re now almost a month into 2021 and it truly has been a long strange trip. We certainly aren’t seeing the bright optimistic future I was promised when I was a kid. Still, I have to hope that we’ll bottom out at some point soon and start climbing again.

The Mountain Men series reaches its end with Reunited With The Mountain Men (Mountain Men 10). Writing the series has definitely been a long strange trip. Like first-time-gay stud Tom Prescott, the tale has taken “Every wrong direction in its lonely way back home” (The Pilgrim, Chapter 33 by Kris Kristofferson).

If I was doing it again, I wouldn’t write the “Queer Klansmen” books. It seemed like a good idea at the time and I’ve written some earlier blog posts about it, but they were too topical and their subject matter was too serious for the kind of light-hearted stories I like to write. Still, if I hadn’t written those books, I probably wouldn’t have created Washington, Tiny, and Alpha, who are some of my favorite characters. So it goes.

All in all, though, I’m very pleased with the Mountain Men. I’ve had a lot of fun with them and I’m glad to be leaving them with a “happy ever after” ending.

One of the strange turns on my personal trip is book covers. I’ve been fortunate to work with four talented artists. One dropped out for health reasons. Two more artists stopped doing covers because people close to them died and they didn’t feel like continuing. The final one just didn’t want to do any more covers for erotic books.

It’s hard to find cover artists to do erotic books, so I’ve started doing my own. I’ve always chosen the images, so that stayed the same. But, I’ve had to find suitable software and learn how to use it. That’s taken two weeks that I would have rather spent on writing. Fortunately, I have worked with graphics software before, but that was long ago and far away.

My first cover is for my upcoming book, Hotwife And Husband. I’ll be writing more about that in a future blog entry. I’ve got more books in the pipeline, too.

Keep hanging on . . .

Swinging Into A New Year

Time is calling 2020 “The Worst Year Ever.” Historians might dispute that. Is 2020 worse than the Black Plague, The American Civil War, or two World Wars? Maybe not, but it’s definitely been the worst of my lifetime and I’ve lived through some pretty grim years.

So, I’ll be very happy to see 2020 in the rear view mirror. It’s hard to stay optimistic after all the shit that’s gone down, but I’m too stubborn to give in to despair. The New Year will get worse before it gets better, but it will get better with vaccines coming online and a President who actually gives a damn about the American People and the rest of the world. Just hold on, get vaccinated as soon as possible, and keep wearing your mask.

Despite all the strife, I’ve done a lot of writing in 2020, publishing nine Mountain Men books, the short story collection Cowboys Don’t Kiss and Other Gay and Bisexual Love Stories, and Hippie Hollow: Lust On A Nude Beach, a fictionalized memoir and tribute to Austin’s nude beach and gay cruising area.

I’m starting the new year with San Francisco Swingers, a double-length tale of gay, lesbian, and bisexual swinger sex. The lusty Texans from Love Bi-Angle converge on San Francisco for a wild swinger party. And wild it is, with three men and three women turning each other every way but loose. Even though this is a sequel of sorts, you don’t have to read Love Bi-Angle to enjoy this story.

Reunited With The Mountain Men (Mountain Men 10), the conclusion to the Mountain Men series is coming on February 1. After his liberation from the queer Klansmen, first-time gay stud Tom Prescott has a wildly sexual initiation into the ranks of the Mountain Men.

I also have several more books in the planning stages or partially written, including Jack Hammer: Dick Diamond, the second hard-boiled thriller starring gay private investigator Jack Hammer. They’ll be coming soon. Happy New Year . . . Peace.

New Year, New Hope, New Stories

A new year always brings the hope that things will be better.

2020 has been a really shit year. Definitely the worst of my lifetime, with a bitterly divided country, a pandemic that’s killing thousands of Americans every day, and idiots who reject science and refuse to take simple obvious protective measures like wearing masks.

It’s also been rough personally. My husband and I haven’t had any health problems and our extended family is all right, but we miss visiting friends, going out, and just having a normal life. We mourn all the people lost to the pandemic and miss all the businesses that have closed, including almost all of our favorite restaurants. We’ve also had major problems with the house.

All this has affected my writing. It’s hard to write while the world is burning down. I’ve pushed the publication dates for several books back because I just haven’t felt like working on them.

But, it’s going to get better. A bunch of vaccines are coming and we’ll have competent people to manage distributing them. We’ll have to wear masks and keep our distance from other people for a few more months, but we’ll eventually have the Coronavirus under control, as long as enough people cooperate by getting vaccinated and wearing fucking masks!

I’m doing more writing again. San Francisco Swingers will be published on January 1. I’ve outlined Reunited With The Mountain Men, the conclusion to the Mountain Men series, and expect to start writing it soon. I’m tentatively planning to publish it on February 1. I also have several more books in the planning stages or partially written, including Jack Hammer: Dick Diamond, the second hard-boiled thriller starring gay private investigator Jack Hammer.

So . . . Hang on. Hope is on the way.

Hippie Hollow: Boys, girls, and bears

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid starts with a silent movie of the Hole In The Wall Gang’s last train robbery, followed by the words, “Most of what follows is true.”

That’s probably not the case for the movie. Butch and Sundance are so shrouded in myth, it’s impossible to reliably separate truth from fiction.

Hippie Hollow (aka “McGregor Park”) is also shrouded in myth. It’s been “civilized” now. It has nice bathrooms, wide paved trails for the mobility impaired, and trash collection. It also has law enforcement. Lots of law enforcement, ruthlessly attempting to stamp out sexual activity. Thanks to undercover entrapment operations, that’s largely succeeded.

Back when I was spending lots of time at Hippie Hollow, it was wild and wooly, with dangerous trails, no amenities, and no cops. The hills above the rocky shoreline were an outdoor gay sexual playground.

On any reasonably nice day, you could go to Hippie Hollow and find a lot of horny men up in the bushes. On weekday afternoons, most of them were married guys skipping work to grab a little man-man sex before going home to their wives. Their desperation added to the sexual intensity.

There were more gay men on the weekends and the atmosphere was a little more relaxed. But the hot sun, wild setting, and nudity still made a heady mix. All the men were there for sex, and they usually got it.

The anonymity was a big part of the excitement. It was always a little awkward to run into someone you knew. But it did happen. Two memorable encounters of mine were a guy I’d met at Gay Community Services, who was naked and hiding behind a giant Bible, and the manager of the clothing-optional apartment where I lived. He was naked in the middle of the gay cruising area, wearing a cock-ring and smoking pot from a little brass pipe. He seemed very uncomfortable to see me, so I just smiled and waved, then left him alone.

A few lesbian couples hung out on the shore, but they never seemed to go up into the bushes. Women did occasionally show up. The most memorable for me was a man fucking his girlfriend while a half-dozen guys watched and jacked off. A friend of mine saw a woman riding a man’s cock while masturbating several more men.

Hippie Hollow: Lust On A Nude Beach is a romanticized and greatly exaggerated version of real events, but I think it fairly represents the spirit of the place at the time.

Very Personal

Cowboys Don’t Kiss and Other Gay and Bisexual Love Stories is my most personal book. It contains some of my favorite stories. Love In The Rockies is the true story of my first time with a woman. The story Cowboys Don’t Kiss is the fantasy of an adult reunion with Jeff, the boy who introduced me to gay sex in our early teens.

I wrote the first version of Cowboys Don’t Kiss for an Internet “First Time” collaboration. It’s a straightforward—explicit—recounting of my first time with Jeff when I was 13 and he was a few months younger.

We never kissed. I hadn’t even thought about kissing Jeff and he’d probably never considered kissing me. In our minds, we’d been young cowboys, making do until we found randy young cowgirls to share our beds. Cowboys simply . . . did not . . . kiss other cowboys! I learned better, but that came later. A lot later.

Later, I added the imaginary encounter between Jeff and me as adults. The full version is available on the “Early Stories” page of my website. This version omits the teenage scenes, so Amazon will actually publish it.

I wrote Love In The Rockies for the same collaboration, making me the only contributor with two “first times.”

The remaining stories are a mixture of my old and new stories. My style has changed since I started posting erotic stories in 2003. I’ve edited the older stories to match my new style and to fix some things that bothered me about the original versions.

I hope you like the result. Happy reading.