Saturday, September 19, 2015

Coming Soon: Museum Mischief

Museum Mischief by Kenn Dahll


A distinguished gentleman with a sizeable inheritance volunteers as a docent at a Washington, D. C. museum only to find himself perturbed by outrageous comments from a fledgling young artist. The younger man’s comments concern nubile young swimmers in an Impressionist painting leading him to assert the artist might have been a pedophile. Why is James so discombobulated by Kasey assertions? Could he be hiding something?

When Kasey manipulates James into admitting he’s gay and agreeing to take the artist to a club featuring male strippers, James is even more disoriented. Eventually James develops a fondness for the impulsive youth to the extent he becomes concerned about looking foolish to his friends−afraid to be labeled a “dirty old man,” or “cradle robber.”

In desperation, James takes an extended leave of absence from the museum and travels alone to France. While strolling in Montmartre, he decides to end the troubling relationship; a decision he relates to Kasey upon returning from his trip. The perceptive young man delivers a candid tirade before storming away, leaving James to ponder the wisdom of his actions.
Warnings: This title contains graphic language and sex.
Word Count: 8,000

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Sexy South Florida

Sun and sex!

Sand and sex!

Surfers and sex!

Here’s how my first story set in South Florida begins:

“For all its wealth, the main draw for me of the City of Palm Beach, Florida, is the number of surfer dudes that can be found on the city beach. There is something about the positioning of the beach relative to the Gulf Stream that allows for good surfing conditions−particularly when the tropics are acting up. Because of parking restrictions, the surfers usually come to Palm Beach packed into a single vehicle. The thought of being tangled up with those hot boys in baggy shorts gets my balls tingling as I drive my convertible across the bridge over the Intracoastal Waterway to the barrier island that is home to Palm Beach.”
Published in Alyson Books’ “Best Gay Stories of 2009,” the story, “Not Looking for Love,” illustrates my contention that you should “write what you know.” At the time of writing it my job in Palm Beach County required extensive travel throughout the area, so I was familiar with the coast and inland areas that play prominent roles in the story. It’s not a travelogue however, as my alter ego Trent offers college student Chad a ride in his bright red convertible. The ride ends with the duo in Trent’s bed fucking their brains out.
Several torrid sex scenes−including the deflowering of Chad−propel the narrative forward. All of Trent’s efforts to slow the relationship down are futile and the couple are still together ten years later when the story ends.
A word about the title, I saw it as a play on the Johnny Lee country song containing the lyric “looking for love in all the wrong places.” The story sets the place and love is unexpectedly the result.
I used South Florida as the locale for several stories that I will discuss in subsequent blogs.

Note: This story was reissued with Excessica Publishers as “Subtropical Trilogy 2: Not Looking for Love”: 

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

How I Got into Writing Gay Erotica

I can’t remember the title of the first story I wrote for publication, but I do remember the setting−a government office building in New York City where I worked. The characters also remain with me. The POV was first person; besides the stand in for myself the other character was an extremely sexy custodial worker who ended up naked on my office couch. In the late 1980s it was accepted for publication in a “one-hand magazine” and I received a free one year’s subscription as payment for putting my fantasy in writing.

Not until late in the first decade of this century did I make another attempt at being published. My newly created pseudonym in hand, I submitted “South Sea Sex” to Alyson Books for inclusion in “Island Boys: Tropical Gay Erotica.” I used the Internet to research an exotic locale, creating a nameless island somewhere in the region of “Tonga, Papeete, Tuamotu” where the red-haired protagonist ventures away from the cruise ship tour group and encounters a scantily clad young man of the local tribe. From there my imagination took the story to the paranormal as the youth was a specter. The hero’s subsequent sexual encounter with the dead aboriginal and then with his brother and the involvement of the tribe’s shaman resulted in a very satisfying, erotic yet romantic resolution.

Being selected for inclusion in the anthology prompted me to consider writing more stories; but of what, with whom, and set where? These questions guided me to a basic principle: “Write what you know.” In spite of the purely fantastical nature of the first story, I made a conscious decision to write a story set where I lived−South Florida. “Not Looking for Love,” set in Palm Beach County, was included in “Best Gay Love Stories of 2009” again from Alyson Books.

In addition to locale, that story was the first in which I encountered a situation that quickly grew into a story. As I drove along A1A I saw a young man carrying a surfboard from the beach to the mainland. While we were both stopped at a drawbridge I fantasized about inviting him to ride in my convertible. My imagination constructed an erotic May/December romance−well, maybe May/August.

Subsequently “Soaring with a Hawk” was in “Best Gay Stories of 2010.” That was the first installment in what eventually became “Frontier Brothers,” set before, during, and after the Civil War. The four stories separately and the compilation into a print book can be found at and remain among my best selling titles.

I moved to Excessica in 2011 with another story set in South Florida: “Getting Wet in the Mall.” It was relatively successful and I followed quickly with more stories in that locale. In future blogs, I plan to discuss further the South Florida stories I released through Excessica.

Monday, August 3, 2015

The Hostage

I'm back with more time on my hands so I'm reviving my blog. This Friday, August 7, my new book The Hostage is being published by

Harems, eunuchs, torture, battles, love, and lust all converge in Reid’s experience as a hostage in the Balkans. After the fall of Rome, tribes ruled by local warlords are the norm and Reid’s father was a local king. The young prince is dispatched to a neighboring potentate to be retained as a token of his father’s submission to the warlord’s might. Reid soon realizes his attraction to the ruler’s older son, Enzo, a handsome and strong but gentle nobleman; but is repelled by the younger Galtero, a brutish youth enamored of the rough and tumble of a warrior. Galtero mercilessly teases Reid, encouraging other males in the entourage to also verbally harass the young hostage. After several years in which all three turn into young men, Galtero’s proposal for a sexual encounter with Reid is rebuffed, the resulting enmity turns out to be perilous for Reid. Enzo’s betrothal to Reid’s sister provided the opportunity for a coup d’état in which Reid’s family is captured, along with Enzo and his parents, by Galtero’s henchmen. Reid’s rescue and discovery of true love end this medieval tale.

“Will you be ready for another lesson in the morning?” Emil asked as we prepared to leave the Great Hall.
“Can it not be delayed until the afternoon as the hour is rather late and I partook of too much wine?” I attempted to stand and found my legs wobbly. “Let me assist you.” Emil offered his shoulder for me to lean on as we made our way to my chambers. In the room Phanes and Ryland were conspicuously absent as Emil led me to the four-poster bed and tenderly lowered me onto the pallet. My stupor dispersed when he unloosened my cravat and began unfastening my doublet. I vainly struggled to sit up, thwarted by both my inebriated condition and the pressure he applied to my shoulders.
“Please, do not rebuff me.” Emil moved his face close to mine clearly intending to kiss me. “You are so handsome, so intelligent, and well respected while I am an ugly brute of a soldier. Can you not find some fondness for me in your heart?” Tears streamed from his eyes as his face hovered above mine.
“I am very fond of you and do not think you are unattractive or unintelligent; but it would not be right for us to proceed as you wish. We are related and if anything became known, there would be a great scandal, embarrassing our father as well as ourselves.”
“I do not care, my need for your company and affection is so great I ache from desire.” My stepbrother startled me by ripping his pantaloons open to reveal a hard cock with an angry crimson head. “I have been like this for days, please do not turn me away.”
“I am truly sorry I can not relieve your pain. We have been alone in here for a perilously long time. Please leave immediately, knowing I value our friendship.” With effort I pulled my eyes from his enticing shaft pondering: How easy it would be to give us both great pleasure and succumb to his wishes. I too have long been denied the warmth of another body in my bed; and he is both comely and physically impressive. Emil surrendered to my pleas, pecking me quickly on the forehead before departing.
Hearing Emil leave, Phanes and Ryland approached me and assisted me to disrobe as usual. One of them procured a damp cloth and soothed my forehead with it. “Master Reid, surely a brief tryst with the handsome soldier would not have been unpleasant,” Ryland suggested as his lover moved the cool cloth to my chest.
“Can we not provide the solace he would have given you?” Phanes reached into my undergarment and grasped my half-hard member gently sliding his palm up and down, eliciting low groans from deep in my chest as my shaft hardened. When I did not protest, the tall, olive-hued eunuch bent down and took my rigid pole into his mouth, enveloping it in sensually wet warmth. Ryland bent over and kissed me on the lips while caressing my breast with his left hand. Unable to resist, I lost total control and filled Phanes’ mouth with my warm, white cream.
When normal breathing resumed, I discovered the pair had removed the remainder of my clothing and their tunics. Lying in the bed on either side of me they snuggled against me slumbering peacefully. Responding to my stirring, Phanes draped an arm over my torso and whispered in my ear: “Sshh, lie still. Let us bring you to even greater heights of pleasure.” The warmth and firmness of his shaft pressing against my hip precluded any protestation I might have wanted to make. Instead, I sighed and leaned closer to the well-developed young man.
Ryland felt our movements on the bed and rose up on his elbow. Reaching out he grasped my already hard member. “I want you to take me with this,” he muttered and turned away from me. Phanes assisted me in turning toward Ryland’s back then he moved his groin against my buttocks. I felt his hardness slip between my thighs as his lover’s ass cheeks trapped my pole between the curved mounds.
I knew our position was a prelude to what would soon follow; a mimicry of what we were about to do. Nevertheless, I savored the tenderness. Wrapping my arms around Ryland, I massaged his bare chest with my palms, relishing the comfort of Phanes’ arms pulling us all closer.
“I cannot!” I leapt out of the bed and gathered my tunic around me. “You are most kind and I appreciate your efforts; but this is not right. You love each other and will risk that to provide me temporal relief when I most need sincere intimacy.”
“Your contentment is our sole concern.” Phanes sat up on the mattress, a look of fear on his visage. “Please do not hate us.”
“I have no hate for you, only appreciation and fondness. Yet I must request you leave me alone for now.” They exited my chamber, leaving me to ponder my situation: I have rejected both Emil and Sigimer when my body wanted either. Emil is related and it would be proscribed for me to submit to my carnal impulses. The prince, however, inflames my spirit yet I refuse because of my position. How do I end this quandary? My only option is to maintain my distance from both, return to Eugenei, and busy myself with my new position. Hopefully, Emil will establish himself in Clunia supervising preparations for the nuptials.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

How raw is too raw?

I'm resurrecting this blog - as a gay man writing m/m erotic stories I'm at a loss to explain why having my work called "raw" is bad. I prefer the following reviews: (Please excuse the different fonts, I'm not as technologically advanced as I should be.)

Your views on the level of "rawness" you prefer would be appreciated. Kenn

  • Seriously Reviewed: Skateboarders

"Yowza. This story is page after page of delicious manlove. Hot, sexy, sticky and oh so graphic. I love the dirty boys and Skateboarders is a smorgasbord of young hot bois ready for anything. "
4.0 out of 5 stars
Subtropics:Hustlers, Students, and Juicy Fruits
Wanted: readers who love men. Who REALLY love men. Who love everything about them: their bodies, the way they walk, the words they use when no women are around ... did I mention their bodies?

This book REALLY loves men. Subtitled "Hustlers, Students and Juicy Fruits Heat Up," this collection of short stories by Kenn Dahll will make you hotter than it is in Grenada. Plotlines are thin, usually centering on a buff twenty-something encountering a willing nineteen-year-old lover ... or two ... or three. Often, the tale's teller is Caucasian, and his will-be conquest is Latino.

These tales are set in Florida, after all. Subtropical settings, interracial romance, and barely legal guys are just three of the wide range of fantasies portrayed in these stories. The author flirts with the stock characters of porn (the pizza delivery man, the landscaper, the married man on the downlow, the college jock, et al), but gives them just enough of a twist to make them fresh and interesting again.

The sex scenes are beyond scorching, leaving nothing to the imagination, and earthy as a freshly-tilled field. Slight editing oversights, especially with the punctuation, slow the reader down somewhat, but if you're a reader who loves men (and loves to read about men loving men), you'll barely notice. You'll be too busy looking for oven mitts to hold this smoking volume with.

  • Blood Brothers

So much more than you expect!

As children Andy and Joey were inseparable. Next-door neighbors, best friends and blood brothers, they swore to be friends forever and to watch each other’s backs. But people change. And although they remain friends, Joey’s feelings for Andy start to come between them. Told from Joey’s point of view, you experience his anguish at realizing his attraction for his best friend, his anxiety that someone would find out and finally the acceptance of his sexuality. Blood Brothers turned out to be so much more than the erotic short I first expected. It evokes a broad spectrum of emotions meant to tug at the heartstrings. From expectation… how far will they take it this time, to feelings of empathy for the anguish and destitution Joey feels over his unrequited feelings. Although I found this to be very erotic, it was more about the self-realization and coming of age of a young man in the 50s than about a fleeting romance or sexual adventure. 

I was provided a copy of the book by BTS eMag for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review – all conclusions are my own responsibility.
Posted April 4, 2013

    • Seriously Reviewed Subtropical Trilogy 1: South Seas Adventure

    "There is a lot of action packed into this little story…Hot man on man sex with a bit of story sprinkled in and an ending to leave you with a smile."