Anniversary Shenanigans: Author Visit + Giveaway - Devon McCormack (NSFW-ish)

It's Black Friday and who better to close out this day than Devon McCormack!  He's brought us a very... um... delicious story to help distract you from the hordes of shoppers fighting over the latest toy.  

TO CHEAT WITH ANGER

by

Devon McCormack

I washed my hands in the bathroom sink before running my fingers through my long brown locks.

I didn't want to go back out into the club.

I didn't care for strip clubs, unlike my guy Jesse, who if it was up to him, would have been at one every weekend.

Taking a breath, I headed for the door and unlocked it. As I pulled on the handle, a force pushed on it.

I stepped back, caught off guard as Mr. Six-Foot-Something stepped in.

It was the stripper, Rex, the guy who I'd given one-too-many Washingtons because he was extra-friendly when I tipped him.

In his neon-green thong, some bills stuffed into his thigh straps, he hurried inside and closed the door behind him, slyly locking it behind him, like this wasn't his first time pulling this move on a guy.

He was hot as fuck with short buzzed hair and a sleeve tattoo across his right arm. I hadn't been able to make out what it was, and now that I was busy looking between those steel blue eyes and his massive package being squished in that thong, I certainly didn't think I was going to figure it out in that moment.

He approached quickly, pushed up against me, and shoved me back against the brick wall beside the bathroom sink.

His lips were minty fresh. I enjoyed his hot breath rushing up against my face as he took my mouth. Heat radiated off his body, stacked with muscles, covered in a thick sweat from having just been on the stage, working his magic.

The way he wrapped his arm around me and pressed against the small of my back, pulling me up against him, I found myself lost in his spell.

We worked together, removing my blazer and unbuttoning my shirt before he pulled down my pants with my boxers.

Without hesitation, he squatted down and slid my dick into his mouth, going at it like the pro he clearly was.

It wasn't until that moment that I remembered that I had a fucking fiancé outside, waiting for me to come back.

I felt terrible for what I was doing. It was wrong, immoral, but it felt so fucking right when Rex was sliding his tongue up and down my shaft.

In that moment, as he deep throated my cock, despite the guilty feelings that raced through me, I found it only made it that much more exciting, that much more delicious.

I felt like I deserved it after what I'd caught Jesse doing behind my back.

If he could run around with a guy for six months, I could have a little fun in the bathroom with some random stripper, right?

I reached out, pressing my hand against the adjacent wall.

Rex pushed to his feet.

I was so worked up, so filled with need, desperately craving satisfaction.

He grabbed onto my shoulder and forced me around, pushing his face up against the wall before whispering in my ear, "Oh, you're being a very bad boy."

My face filled with heat as he forced my pants to my ankles.

I heard him spit behind me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

It was wrong.

Immoral.

Fucked up.

So why did I need it so fucking bad?

He massaged my hole with his wet fingers before lubricating his cock with some more saliva.

I turned to look at that fat erection of his, his thong pulled down, mid-thigh.

"Jesus fucking Christ, no lube?" I asked.

He snickered. "It's kinda my thing."

"Well, with a body like that, I guess you just get to have it however you want."

He slid his cock between my cheeks, and I could feel him pushing the head in.

He leaned close to me as he maneuvered his cock in my hole.

"God, you're tight," he muttered against my ear.

I took deep breaths, working to take him as he slid in, slowly, the sensation stinging within me.

I wonder what Jesse must think I'm up to?

Was he looking for me? Was he going to come in to get me?

I didn't care if he did find me.

I needed this experience...craved it in a horrible, disgusting way.

Rex and I worked together, me relaxing and him getting that big cock farther within me.

As he jammed it into my prostate, I groaned out loud.

He wrapped an arm around my throat, tugging gently while offering sloppy kisses against the side of my face.

It wasn't just that he was hot as hell or that there was this electric chemistry that lingered between us that made it so unbelievably delicious.

There was something about knowing that I shouldn't have been doing it.

That it was wrong.

And that it was a big FU to Jesse.

I was throwing four years down the toilet, and I didn't give a flying fuck...because I was consumed by my lust.

I enjoyed the experience, reveled in it.

"I need to pull out," Rex said. "I'm gonna shoot."

I reached around and grabbed his ass, tugging him close.

"No, don't," I insisted before hearing him grunt and knowing that he was releasing inside me.

His body jerked forcefully and then he settled, but just for a moment before he started up again, hitting my prostate. I jerked on my cock until I shot my own load, which collected on the wall in front of me.

Panting, we came down from our high together.

He pulled out and made quick with pulling his thong back up.

In my own hurry, I grabbed my blazer and pulled it on, not catching my mistake until I noticed my button-up still on the tile floor.

"Shit," I muttered as I pulled up my jeans.

Rex grabbed a couple of ones from one of his thigh straps and shoved them into the open fly of my pants. "That was lovely," he said, leaning close and offering a kiss.

He pulled away briefly, making direct eye contact. I was hypnotized by those steel blue eyes as he said, "Maybe we can continue this some other time."

He left the bathroom, leaving me gasping, disoriented, exhilarated...and feeling like a terrible human being.

I didn't care, though.

I just want to know how to reenact that experience once again.

I gazed down at the ones he'd shoved into the fly of my jeans and noticed a scrap of paper with what looked like a phone number on it.

Was this just the beginning?

Whew!  Is it hot in here?  *wipes brow* Someone must have turned on the heater.  Be sure to let Devon know what you thought of his story in the comments below!

About the Author:

Devon McCormack writes adult and young adult novels. He lives in Atlanta, GA. Devon McCormack spends most of his time hiding in his lair, adventuring in paranormal worlds with his island of misfit characters. A good ole Southern boy, McCormack grew up in the Georgian suburbs with his two younger brothers and an older sister. At a very young age, he spun tales the old fashioned way, lying to anyone and everyone he encountered. He claimed he was an orphan. He claimed to be a king from another planet. He claimed to have supernatural powers. He has since harnessed this penchant for tall tales by crafting whole worlds where he can live out whatever fantasy he chooses. A gay man himself, McCormack focuses on gay male characters, adding to the immense body of literature that chooses to represent and advocate gay men's presence in media. His body of work ranges from erotica to young adult, so readers should check the synopses of his books before purchasing so that they know what they're getting into.  

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Tag-Team Review: The Night Screams by Devon McCormack

Running naked through the woods, Cal flees the sadistic man who abducted and tortured him. When he stumbles upon a convenience store, he breaks in to steal food. A young store clerk, Jake, confronts him, and they get into a fight that ends with Cal being knocked unconscious. He wakes in the home of Jake’s Uncle Gary, the owner of the convenience store. Realizing Cal needs help, Gary tries to communicate with him, but despite Cal’s efforts, he can’t bring himself to speak. Instead, he writes down his experiences. Horrified by the perverse cruelty Cal endured, Gary takes him to the police, who track down his tormentor.

Abandoned by his parents before his abduction, Cal doesn’t have anywhere to go, so Gary and his wife eagerly welcome him into their home. He feels fortunate to be with such caring people—something he’s never had before. Despite their help, he still can’t find his voice, and he wonders if he ever will. And Jake certainly isn’t making things any easier. It’s clear he doesn’t want Cal to be part of their family. But the more Cal gets to know him, the more he realizes Jake might be the very person who can heal the deep wounds left by his horrifying past.

Sheziss - 2 Hearts

I wanted to read this because I hadn’t read anything of this author before. And for the first 25%, everything was fine. More than fine, really. But then all hell broke loose.

The blurb is quite revealing. In fact, it seems everything is told there. In truth, all of that happens during the first 25%. From then on, the book seems to go nowhere. I mean, there wasn’t a definite plot-line in which the story was developed. It was a chain of events with no evident purpose.

The first quarter of the novel was very agile and compelling. I grant that. It grabbed my attention and didn’t let me go. Cal runs from the place where he had been kidnapped and tortured and gets into a store, Jake’s Uncle’s store. They welcome him home and the police find the criminal and kill him when he attempts to resist.

This loving marriage formed by Gary and Luce, who receive him with open arms, finds no legal obstacles to “adopt” him, and they do it very quickly at that. I had to suspend disbelief at this stage of things. They know nothing of Cal but they love him as a son as soon as he crosses the door. The only one who seems reluctant is Jake, their nephew, who also lives with them.

But it only lasted a short while.

There is no real character development.

It’s hard for me to come to terms with stories like this: the teenager who lives through a traumatic experience and suddenly he gets to meet this perfect prince in shining armor who is so patient and handsome and upright. Usually, this situation gives me a sense of implausibility. And this is no exception.

From Cal’s part, his abduction and trauma are forgotten very easily, he overcomes it and has a normal life. Oh, yeah, he lost his voice and can’t speak for a few weeks, but then he finds it, and he looks like a normal person again. Oh, yeah, he goes to therapy once or twice, but then he cancels the appointments and no one is the wiser. He’s not scared of people, he’s not scared of being touched, he trust everybody and has no problem doing it, no inner conflicts, and no inherent fears. There are a few seconds in which there could be a reminiscence of his experience, but it’s forgotten in the next scene.

From Jake’s part, he soon declares his love for Cal, and he even asks him to marry him. Things were happening so fast and with no depth at all, so I couldn’t find any of this believable at all. Jake is so perfect, he is the ideal boyfriend who promises to protect Cal from everything and he doesn’t care what anybody says about him. He had metal skin in order to ignore the outside world and all its challenges. He’s so hot, he’s not in any sports team, but he’s a math genius who somehow managed to develop a bulging biceps even when resting. He even ends up with a full 5-o’clock at the end of the day, for God’s sake. Yes, I’m aware there are people in high school who have an impressive full beard already. Yes, it’s quite possible, I don’t deny it. But this description fits a 20-something guy rather than a 18-year-old one. This only added to an already incredible situation.

They don’t feel like teens. They are supposed to be 17-18 years old, but they felt they were 10 years older each. So mature attitudes, so confident behaviours, so hot bodies. After a few days being together (I mean, being official boyfriends), they already know the other one is their everything and that they want to spend their whole life together.

Just no. I couldn’t buy it, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t.

And what happens next is hard to accept, too.

Misfortunes, one after the other.

Spoilerish: There is the prom dance date scene, the health issues with Jake’s uncle and aunt, the bigotry of the town, Jake’s decision to flee with Cal and live together elsewhere (whoa, stop there, Jake! Take is easy!), Jake’s jealous ex incident, the marriage episode (life is short but your love story is not that profound, guys!), and if that wasn’t enough, the kidnapper appears at the very end of the book, when he was supposed to be dead.

It’s too much.

Too many things in such a short notice, and all of them are so dramatic and unusual that it sounded like a Greek tragedy rather than a story about two teens being together and growing up together.

The aspect I liked the most were Jake’s friends. I could feel Mallory and Keith and Blake behaving like normal youths, and follow their adventures with a real interest. They were more believable than the main characters, and that is very sad. I also liked Gary a lot, and Luce, despite all. They were very well defined, very well developed.

But everything else? It got out of hand fast.

It was a miss for me.

Lorix - 2.5 Hearts

It kinda breaks my heart a little but this story just did not work for me, and I so wanted it to. Really my feelings reflect much of what Sheziss has just said, so I won't rehash. I liked the potential of the story so much, the execution was just not right (for me) though. I think the strength of the plot was in the initial traumatic incident; this started so well, Cal couldn't speak he was dealing with rejection and abuse the best way he knew how and... well, there was a wealth of storyline that could have been used there. Instead it turned into a bit of a soap opera with one disaster after another. It just wasn't what I was expecting it to be and sometimes the disappointment of expectations not met can really skew the rating for me. Is this the writers fault? No, not really, the author can't know, or write, to my expectations. I think if the last three quarters of the book were erased and the initial story developed further it would have felt as though it had more depth.

****Spoilerish****

One area I do disagree with Sheziss - or my opinion differs, is a better way of saying it - is the wedding. Yeah, it got a bit dramatic, but the actual wedding. I know we're supposed to think that 18 year olds can't know their true feelings etc etc but I do think that some couples genuinely do know at that age. I liked this turn in the storyline, I wouldn't want it in every book I read, but I do like it. I know at least two couples who have been together since their mid teens. Both had children by the time they were eighteen and both are still together. More importantly they are very much in love still. One couple are nearing their 60's and the other (my sister and her husband) are the most sickly in love couple twenty plus years later. So I can, and do, believe it is possible to know forever love at eighteen!!

Though this book didn't work for me, I wouldn't say it wouldn't work for everyone; it could simply be the case of me not being the target audience... my teen years were longer ago than I care to remember! 2.5 is the right rating for my feelings, but it's always worth checking out other reviews with differing opinions.


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Blog Tour: The Night Screams by Devon McCormack

First off, I’d like to thank Boy Meets Boy Reviews for having me on the blog today and for all their support throughout the years. I’m swinging by to promote my new YA novel, The Night Screams, which came out yesterday! Today, I’m sharing an exclusive excerpt from the book. It’s actually my favorite scene, so I hope you all enjoy the read!

The Night Screams

After Cal escapes a deranged kidnapper who tortured him, he doesn't even have the clothes on his back. Desperate and afraid, he breaks into a convenience store. But Jake, a clerk at the store, confronts what to him is little more than a petty thief. After a violent tussle, he knocks Cal out.

Jake encourages his Uncle Gary, the owner of the store, to report Cal to the police, but Gary can't bring himself to report a kid who was just looking to steal food. When Cal wakes, Gary asks him if he's okay. But Cal's trauma has left him mute. Instead, he has to write his experiences down, relaying the horrifying events that led him to the store. The police track down the sick man who held Cal captive, and when he confronts them with a gun, he's shot dead. However, Cal discovers that even with his captor gone, he is far from free of the nightmare he endured.

Gary and his wife welcome Cal into their home, determined to help him heal. Jake doesn't trust Cal, and he isn't afraid to say so. But buried beneath Jake's disapproval might be the person who can help Cal recover from the terrifying experience that continues to haunt him.

Exclusive Excerpt

RIPPLES FORMED where Jake’s green-and-orange plastic bait smacked into the water’s surface.

“Just like that,” Jake said.

Easy for you to say.

Jake had tried to show Cal how to use the open-faced fishing reel for nearly ten minutes, but Cal wasn’t having much luck.

They floated in a small powder-blue-painted boat just a few yards from the shore of this other pond, which was placed in a clearing, seemingly in the middle of the woods. When they’d returned from the store, he and Jake had changed into some of Jake’s old clothes—ones they could get dirty. Jake’s muscles stretched the green tee he wore. The bottom of his jeans, the knees stained with dirt, stopped nearly half a foot before his ankles. Cal fit his better, but he resented wearing a tee, as it didn’t conceal the marks that reminded him of the painful darkness.

He tried to cast again. The bait fell into the boat.

“Shit.” As he reeled his line back in, so did Jake.

“Okay, just watch this,” Jake said. He demonstrated as he spoke. “You pull back like this and press the reel back like this, keeping the string in your finger like so… until you… release.”

The bait flew through the air and arched over the water, demonstrating a skillful throw Cal knew he couldn’t emulate. But he’d try.

He pulled his pole back.

“Wait, wait,” Jake said. He set his pole on the bottom of the boat. He crouched and crawled over to Cal until he was right before him. Grabbing his arm, he pulled it down. “To the side, like this.” He moved Cal’s arm to show him how it should look. “See?”

Where Jake touched his arm, goose bumps rushed across his flesh. As innocent as the fishing trip had seemed up to that point, he couldn’t help but wonder if Jake had calculated this moment so he could put some moves on him.

It made him think of Jyre and the moment in the dorm when Cal realized he hadn’t really wanted help with the GED after all.

That’s ridiculous. He’s just trying to help you, you idiot.

“Okay, okay, I got it,” Cal said, pulling away from his grip.

Jake’s gaze shifted, as if he knew why Cal had rejected him so quickly. He was quiet, incredibly quiet, and Cal knew why.

“You know I wasn’t meaning anything by that.”

He headed back to his seat on the boat.

“I know,” Cal lied.

“I was just trying to show you…. Never mind.”

Awkward silence.

Cal attempted a throw, but his bait dropped less than a foot from the boat.

“Shit,” he said.

Jake didn’t respond to the failed attempt, just picked up his pole and started reeling it in. Cal reeled his in too.

His attitude saddened Cal. This was going to be just like his experience with Jyre.

“So… you ever have a girlfriend?” Jake asked.

“No.” His reply was curt. He wondered if Jake was trying to get him to admit he liked guys so he could use it as a reason for them to do something.

Jake reeled his line in a bit.

“I’m not saying this to be mean, but you seem kinda faggy.”

You did not just say that!

“Okay.”

“I’m just saying.” His words were harsh, as if he was trying to get under Cal’s skin.

“I appreciate it.”

Cal hoped Jake’s cruelty would end there, but the glare Jake shot him made him think otherwise.

“So what is it?” Jake asked.

“What’s what?”

“You fuck girls or what?”

Cal blushed at his abrupt and unnecessary use of the word fuck.

“Maybe I just don’t like you.”

Jake turned away.

I didn’t mean that. Just stop being a dick.

Jake’s forearm tensed, as if he was putting pressure on his fist, which rested against the bottom of the boat.

Is he gonna beat me up over this? He recalled Jyre’s violent reaction to his rejection. Considering how violent Jake had been when they’d first encountered each other, it seemed like he could snap just as easily.

“I said I was sorry about all that shit when I first met you,” Jake said.

Is that what he thinks this is about?

“Whatever. You’re so fucking weird anyway. Fucking come here, don’t fucking talk forever.”

Cal’s face flashed with heat. “Why are you bringing that up?”

“I’m sorry. Does the freak have something to say?” His reel locked as the bait clicked against the eye of his pole.

“You don’t have to be an asshole. Jesus, you wonder why I don’t like you, but you can’t be nice to a guy for five seconds.”

“I don’t wonder why you don’t like me. All that shit when I kissed you, I was just worked up about Luce. Who the fuck could like a pasty, scrawny thing like you? And crazy too?” He cast his line again. “You might as well get a few cats and take up a hobby.”

“That’s a shitty thing to say.”

Jake didn’t acknowledge his response.

Cal quieted and set his pole on the bottom of the boat. “Can we just paddle back to shore?”

“Fuck off. If you want to go back, you can swim.”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Cal said. “I wasn’t gonna say anything, but you fucking deserve it. When you kissed me the first time, I thought, ‘Whatever. It was a rough day.’ But then you kept pushing, and what about Mallory? Do you even give a shit about her feelings? You’re such an asshole to think that you were just gonna do all this behind her back. I was just supposed to go along with it? As what? As your dirty little secret?”

Jake cringed, staring at him as if he didn’t understand what Cal was talking about, though Cal knew he must have.

“Mallory?” he asked. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

Cal’s face flashed with heat again.

“Fuck you!”

“Seriously. She’s not.”

“That night at the fire, she was all over you. She’s always all over you.”

“That’s just us hanging out. She fucking knows I’m gay.”

“Bullshit. She was talking about how much she likes you and how she had gone out of her way to talk to you and even made herself look like an idiot.”

“Yeah… that’s why she felt so stupid. Because I turned out to be gay. Keith is my ex.”

“Keith… who’s taking Kendra to prom?”

Jake glanced around, seemingly in disbelief. “Have you never heard of gay guys taking girls to prom?”

The heat that surged to Cal’s face this time wasn’t from anger but embarrassment. Had he been wrong about everything?

“Oh,” he said awkwardly.

“Is that what all this has been about? ’Cause you thought I was with her?”

Cal’s thoughts swirled with confusion. He tried to think of another reason he was mad at Jake. He’d been an asshole, for one, but that was only because he was mad that Cal hadn’t liked him back, which was only because Cal thought he was with Mallory. Suddenly the very things that held him back had vanished, and Jake was available and wanted him. But after this argument, would he still want him?

“Um… maybe,” Cal admitted as he continued sorting through the past few weeks.

Jake smirked. He set his pole back down and made his way across the boat to Cal.

What’s he going to do?

Jake stared into his eyes and moved closer.

Cal’s confusion evaporated as his body surged with heat.

Jake lunged at him, his lips warm against Cal’s as hot breath rushed from his nostrils and swept across Cal’s cheek.

Prickles crawled across Cal’s skin in waves. His dick shifted against his leg.

Jake wrapped his arms around him and forced him close. His forcefulness caused Cal to lose his balance, and he fell back, Jake falling with him. They hit the side of the boat so that it tipped and dumped them in the water. As they submerged, Jake released Cal, who paddled about until his head resurfaced.

Jake swam beside him.

“Oh shit,” Jake said, his eyes wide as he gazed at the capsized boat.

Cal started for the boat when Jake grabbed his arm and pulled him back to him. “It’s not going anywhere,” he said, kissing him again.

As they kissed, they swam to the shore, just a few yards away. When they reached it, they crawled out of the pond. Mossy mud slid beneath Cal’s palms as he crawled backward. He felt something hard, which quickly pushed from under his hand. His glance revealed it had been a turtle, which swam into the pond, disappearing as it descended deeper and deeper into the water.

Jake crawled forward, over him, planting kisses as water trickled off his hair and showered onto Cal’s face. Cal’s legs were still submerged in the shallow pond water as they gave up their efforts to move farther. They kissed frenziedly, as if at any moment someone might come along and pull them apart. Now that Cal knew he could kiss Jake without shame or regret, he took advantage of the opportunity, seizing it, imprisoning it for his selfish consumption. He moved his fingers through the ridges on Jake’s back, the barrier of his shirt paining him, feeling like too great a distance between them.

Jake grabbed the hem of Cal’s shirt and forced it up, peeling it from his flesh. They parted their kiss as he removed the obstruction.

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About Devon McCormack:

Devon McCormack spends most of his time hiding in his lair, adventuring in paranormal worlds with his island of misfit characters. A good ole Southern boy, McCormack grew up in the Georgian suburbs with his two younger brothers and an older sister. At a very young age, he spun tales the old fashioned way, lying to anyone and everyone he encountered. He claimed he was an orphan. He claimed to be a king from another planet. He claimed to have supernatural powers. He has since harnessed this penchant for tall tales by crafting whole worlds where he can live out whatever fantasy he chooses.

A gay man himself, McCormack focuses on gay male characters, adding to the immense body of literature that chooses to represent and advocate gay men's presence in media. His body of work ranges from erotica to young adult, so readers should check the synopses of his books before purchasing so that they know what they're getting into.