Feeling Loved

Asking for help is always more difficult when I don’t know what I need. Help moving, a free drink, or a hug are easier to ask for, but when I’m the most stuck I can hardly even beg for a phone call.

In my swirling world of sex, booze, and parties, it’s sometimes simpler to let the body lead. But at the end of the night those needs are best nourished by the heart and the mind as well. The sex only feels safe when there’s honesty and possibly love, and the drinking only works with good company. The parties leave me aching and alone without an underpinning of community, or even a simple sense of welcome. Of belonging. Of acceptance.

On occasion I get reminded of what it feels like to mix it all together, and those nights I light up the sky. On those nights the kisses are longer, the sex more kind, and the drinks more delicious. On those nights the parties have stories all of their own that get passed down for years as we all struggle to remember what it felt like to be alive.

On those nights I’m reminded of what it’s like to be loved.

(Before Dirty Boys Sunday evening we received a few DirtyPrompts. We chose this one —thank you Piper— and all wrote super quick and short stories for it, which we read at the show. Mine is below.)


What Are You Doing?
"What are you doing?" I asked watching her hand slip between her legs."What does it look like?""We’re late already. No one has time to get off."She closed her eyes, her fingers moving faster as I watched with my hands on my hips like a concerned parent. She arched her back lifting up against her hand and I pushed away the twitch in my pants with a violent thought."I’ve been so horrible," she moaned over and over again, her hand never stopping. "I can’t believe what I did."It only took seconds for me to throw her hands above her head and not much more time for me to fill her."You are going to kill me," I growled."It’s about time," she said clenching around me.

-gny

Daisy Danger’s entry!
Jack Stratton’s entry!

(Before Dirty Boys Sunday evening we received a few DirtyPrompts. We chose this one —thank you Piper— and all wrote super quick and short stories for it, which we read at the show. Mine is below.)

What Are You Doing?

"What are you doing?" I asked watching her hand slip between her legs.

"What does it look like?"

"We’re late already. No one has time to get off."

She closed her eyes, her fingers moving faster as I watched with my hands on my hips like a concerned parent. She arched her back lifting up against her hand and I pushed away the twitch in my pants with a violent thought.

"I’ve been so horrible," she moaned over and over again, her hand never stopping. "I can’t believe what I did."

It only took seconds for me to throw her hands above her head and not much more time for me to fill her.

"You are going to kill me," I growled.

"It’s about time," she said clenching around me.

-gny

Daisy Danger’s entry!

Jack Stratton’s entry!

(photos by The Dirty Gentleman)

Thanks to everyone who came out last night for Dirty Boys. We had a fantastic time reading for you, and you were a lovely and delightful audience. Let’s do it again soon!

xoxo

-gny

disgustingnovel:

“Will you stay?”

I think it took both of us by surprise, and Brent looked at me with a shrug.

“It’s not like that,” Kelly continued. “I’m just scared, and you two are the only ones who know what happened. It’s not just tonight either. It’s been getting worse for weeks, and I’ve been holding…

I’ll be reading from this chapter at Dirty Boys on Sunday. You should come. 

quickienewyork:

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#738)
Long enough for it to move to this…

quickienewyork:

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#738)

Long enough for it to move to this…

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Tumblr

scrolling through tumblr

i move between excitement

and horror again and again

 

one massive cock makes me twitch

and another makes me turn away

spread thighs, cum soaked lips, new breasts,

and someone calling out for help

 

they all scroll past as if

there was no difference at all

 

and sometimes I wonder

if it’s myself or the images

that are the problem

 

can I let myself go?

or does each one pull me in

exciting and revolting me

when I realize that

every

single

image

 

is a reflection of

my own mind

-gny

disgustingnovel:

Another lovely submission. This is a gorgeous photo, and I especially love how much affection/abuse the book has received. 
Thanks for sharing!

disgustingnovel:

Another lovely submission. This is a gorgeous photo, and I especially love how much affection/abuse the book has received. 

Thanks for sharing!

Dirty Help

dirtyboysnyc:

We need your help. We need it badly.

You see, there are only so many dirty things we can think up on our own. We want our upcoming reading to have more. We want it to be the dirtiest. That’s why we need you.

So please send us something to write about! We want prompts, dirty words, scenarios, scene ideas, dirty pictures, songs, whatever. Send us something and we will pick a few of these prompts to write about and read what we come up with at the September 7th Dirty Boys Reading.

You can post your words, pictures, etc, on twitter, tumblr, or instagram with the hashtag #dirtyprompts or email them to me at mrjackstratton@gmail.com

We are depending on your depravity.

Charmed,
Jack Stratton, on behalf of the Dirty Boys

gibsongrand:

writingdirty:

#dirtyprompts

Time to get dirty.

gibsongrand:

writingdirty:

#dirtyprompts

Time to get dirty.

gibsongrand:

Dirty Boys are back for another show September 7, 2014.

Come join us for another night of filthy stories, good drinks, and friendly people.

gibsongrand:

Dirty Boys are back for another show September 7, 2014.

Come join us for another night of filthy stories, good drinks, and friendly people.

(via dirtyboysnyc)

Creativity

“We used to go down on each other, pretending you had just come in us.”

 

I nearly spat out my drink as the words left her mouth because that was not at all where I thought the conversation was going. We had been getting caught up in nostalgia, thinking about an old friend, but it had been sweet reminiscing about sunsets and late nights laughing. It was wine in paper cups, college professors, and term papers.

 

“Can you say that again?” I asked, leaning in closer. Her blush was slight, but obvious, and I wondered if she had meant to say it out loud.

 

“We’re all allowed fantasies,” she said with a shrug. “It was fun. We both wanted you, so we just took turns, wondering what it would be like if the other stumbled home after a few hours in your bed.”

 

“Which turned you on more?” I asked, closing my eyes as I pictured them together once more. I had plenty of my own fantasies to choose from, and there had been enough nights years ago when I lay awake wondering if they were sharing a bed. They were the sort of roommates who held hands when they walked to class and wrote letters on vacation. They showered together after runs, and wore the same outfits to parties.

 

“That’s easy,” she whispered, taking my hand in hers. “It was always me. I always wanted to start it, to tease her, and to make her ask questions until she was so turned on she couldn’t help herself. I’d stumble into the room and tell her it had happened. I used to push her down onto my bed, my hand in her hair as she begged to hear more. By the time I felt her mouth on my thigh she was practically coming, and I was close behind.”

 

“And she…” I couldn’t get the words out.

 

“She dove in, eating my pussy like she was crazy. ‘I can taste him’ she’d moan, fucking me with her tongue. ‘I can taste his come inside you.’”

 

I leaned back and took a drink, wondering if I had been that clueless in school or if I was simply that foolish now.

 

“I wish you had told me,” I finally said, kissing her fingers. “I mean, I might have been able to help.”

 

“It was just a fantasy,” she said with another shrug. “Besides, it was the only way I could get her to go down on me. Sometimes you have to be creative.”

 

-gny

Day Dreams

Amy was the first to get rid of her cell phone and nobody saw her for a week. Marcus followed next, and we bumped into them on Avenue A one night on our way back from the bar. They smiled and laughed, and in the middle of our brief chat one of them asked us what day of the week it was. I looked over my shoulder as I staggered off towards bed, and their laughter lit up the night sky.

Peter quit his job the old fashioned way and hitchhiked west with a backpack and his smash faced puppy. He called from a payphone once, claiming that the world was on fire and we should look out the window. It took me days to realize he wasn’t posting on Facebook, and weeks to realize that I was jealous.

By the time I joined in the coup we there was a small colony of free people in pockets spread throughout the city. We drank less and spent more time in parks, always just finding each other by accident. Our schedules quickly became directed by our bodies and our needs, and within months we were sleeping through the afternoon and reading stories to each other at night. We often walked for hours at a time, crossing the island over and over again seeing buildings we had never seen before.

We fell to sleep content and with smiles on our faces.

-gny

disgustingnovel:

A day later I was sitting in my living room with Brent, Jason and Katie, having a beer and smoking a bowl, when Rachel stormed in like a hurricane. She had a few with the rest of us earlier, but her cheeks were so red I thought she might explode. All four of us looked up, and we were all too…

Happy Friday you little perverts. 

xo

gny

Hey! I just got your book and am in love with it. I wanted to let you know how appreciative I am for the orgasms that resulted in reading ;) 
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Thanks you so much! This is super hot and delightful.
-gny

Hey! I just got your book and am in love with it. I wanted to let you know how appreciative I am for the orgasms that resulted in reading ;) 

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Thanks you so much! This is super hot and delightful.

-gny

It’s Okay

“It’s okay if you lie about me,” I whispered. “In fact, I like it.”

“You like it?”

I pulled her closer and kissed her hair once more, still marveling at the fact that she was in bed next to me at all. We had moved from exaltation to exhaustion more times than I could count and our bodies were sore and battered. Each time I thought we might slow down or sleep there was a whispered word or the movement of a thigh. Something as simple as a breath would draw us back into each other’s sticky embrace and once again time would forget what it was supposed to do.

“You’re so honest and kind,” I said, pausing to kiss her lips and look into her eyes. “So I like anything at all that makes you go against your values.”

She buried her head in the crook of my neck and shook it back and forth, her hair in my mouth in an instant. I squeezed her hand, wondering if for just a moment I had said the wrong thing. When she finally looked up at me again she was grinning.

“I think this might work out well,” she said before kissing me once more.

-gny