disgustingnovel:

Two days later I got an email from Talia. I didn’t have a computer - I swear I was last - but I checked my Hotmail on Martin’s on a regular basis in case some fucking technophile dropped me a note. As my luck would have it, I had exactly three emails. One from my father who turned out to be an…

We’ve finally caught up to the section I read at Dirty Boys. You can listen to most of this chapter on our podcast from Feb 12, Part Two.

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Summertime. And the living is easy. So let’s get drunk. And make out in the park. (that’s how it goes right?)

© by The Dirty Gentleman

Summertime. And the living is easy. So let’s get drunk. And make out in the park. (that’s how it goes right?)

A Million Things

I can go from crying to coming in less than an hour. Maybe less than fifteen minutes if I put my mind to it, and if you suck my cock like you did last night.

I walked in with my face a mess and my body covered in slowly drying sweat. I smelled of smoke and lunch, and you wore nothing but black lace around your tiny hips and a smile on your face as you leaned back in the kitchen drinking wine. I poured it all out (not the wine), because you allow it and ask for it and let it be what it is. The tears slowed down, the wine sped up, and within ten minutes we lay on the bed, your head in my lap as I slowly grew hard.

We fucked slowly. Within seconds our bodies were once again covered in sweat, but we moved inside each other, feeling everything, and wanting nothing.

That’s not true, we wanted, but we lacked a goal. We lacked a future at all. Instead you held me where I was, I slid inside you when it felt best, and we moved exactly as we needed to pull the most pleasure out of a fucked up world. We whispered and nibbled, we pinched and slapped, but in the summer heat we mostly fucked, escaping everything and leaving nothing behind.

There are a million things that can make sex hot, but very few that make it easy. Love helps, but it’s not always enough. Kindness can do wonders, and a willingness to listen and try are life changing. But there’s nothing that changes sex more than complete and utter acceptance; a willingness to let everything be as it is and feel as it does. A trust that each desire will be met with love and each need will be matched by a similar honesty.

We came with fingers inside each other. We came with simple words and slow touch. We came without any fear at all, letting each other be where we needed to be: in tears, in love, in compassion, and in hope.

-gny

thedirtygentlemanphotographer:

A lovely nod and a wink from picsandquotes about my membership service:

I came across this sexy fun service that delivers a lovely monthly parcel in the mail for $20 per month, which gets you a really pretty handwritten letter, a signed and limited edition original photograph by The Dirty Gentleman, and each month a different surprise object (Such as stockings, handkerchiefs, simple garter belts, collar stays, cufflinks, little booklets of helpful wisdom, &c.)

thedirtygentlemanphotographer:

A lovely nod and a wink from picsandquotes about my membership service:

I came across this sexy fun service that delivers a lovely monthly parcel in the mail for $20 per month, which gets you a really pretty handwritten letter, a signed and limited edition original photograph by The Dirty Gentleman, and each month a different surprise object (Such as stockings, handkerchiefs, simple garter belts, collar stays, cufflinks, little booklets of helpful wisdom, &c.)
"I love my naked body like few other things in the world. It is mine, to do with as I please. It carries me through this life and has allowed me many things I didn’t expect. It changes and morphs into new versions of itself and I love all of them. I decorate her with tattoos and take her out dancing. I could never be ashamed or embarrassed of her…I’m not exposed or exploited when I am naked. That would be applying someone else’s expectations onto my body…When I am naked I am not brave or vulnerable or there for you. When I am naked, I am divine."

Katie West 

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Enough

I never dealt well with her longings.

In the evenings, on the stoop of her building, when we sat smoking cigarettes and drinking red wine from plastic cups, she often grew quiet and thoughtful in a disturbing way. I could see the lines in her face change, and her whole body shifted into someone I didn’t understand.

“I don’t want to live a normal life,” she said.

“Who does?” I responded, as if that was enough.

“I mean I don’t want to live life normally. It’s not the same thing. I don’t mind going to work and getting up early on weekdays. I don’t care about the laundry or the bills. That’s not what I mean.”

“What do you mean then?” I asked, picturing the life of an artist, sleeping ‘till three with an obsessive lack of caring about the details.

“You should know,” she whispered, lighting another cigarette. “I mean, you do know, you just want to forget.”

“I remember everything.”

“Do you remember when we had sex last week in the morning? I started to cry, and you stopped and kissed my eyes and told me everything was alright?”

I nodded, because it was the only thing to do. She often cried during sex, and I moved instantly from thrusting to holding her tight. Life was fragile for us both, and tears required comfort more than lust.

“Should I have kept going?” I finally asked, hoping to break the silence that had gone on too long.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, stealing the last of my wine. “What you did or didn’t do doesn’t matter. That moment? Those minutes of tears, sex, love, and confusion? That’s what I want. I don’t want a normal life.”

“I swear I’ll never understand you,” I said, leaning back and looking up at the darkening sky. The buildings across the street were silhouetted by the sun, and the streets were full of people longing for anything that didn’t involve tears.

“That’s okay too,” she whispered, leaning her head against my shoulder. “I don’t need your understanding.”

All I could do was kiss her hair, wondering if she would leave or stay. Wondering if it was true.

Wondering if any of it was enough.

Doc Holidays

The music is too loud

and the patrons are unstable

 

they wobble, of course

but their eyes also

shift about the bar

and I wonder that

violence rarely breaks out

 

the beer is nearly warm and the

tables lean back and forth with the

hipsters shooting pool

 

on the ceiling I can still

see the stains

of yellow smoke

from years ago when

ashtrays were furniture

 

the smell is worse in the summer

and the air conditioner chokes

as it struggles to fill the room

 

but after twenty years

I have too many memories

to let go

 

when I look up

to the wobbly men

their shifty eyes no longer

seem nervous

 

I see them smile

I hear them laugh

 

there are many names

for where

we call home

 

tdgpresents:

It would appear that the ladies have attacked guynewyork's parcel this evening. With their mouths.

tdgpresents:

It would appear that the ladies have attacked guynewyork's parcel this evening. With their mouths.

templeofbabalon:
Hey, that’s one of ours! 
Credit to the Dirty Gentleman for this lovely photo.

templeofbabalon:

Hey, that’s one of ours! 

Credit to the Dirty Gentleman for this lovely photo.

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© by The Dirty Gentleman

disgustingnovel:

The first thing that happened when we walked in the door was Rachel took off her shirt. It was still covered in her erstwhile shot, and it so was hot in the apartment I couldn’t really blame her. She was wearing a lacy black bra beneath it, and I had to agree there was a reason the guys at the…

disgustingnovel:

“Hey, is Rachel coming?” Brent was sitting next to me at the bar. Kelly and I had staked out a corner near the front, and we held onto it until Jason and Brent showed up an hour later. We had started slowly, so it didn’t take them long to catch up with us. He was looking around the bar with a…

Two new chapters are up today! Just to help us all make it through the summer…

disgustingnovel:

The next two weeks were spent working the bar (I finally picked up a few more shifts,) fucking Kelly, and going out with Jason and Brent. El Macho was sort of dating Rachel, although neither one of them was especially forthcoming. If he was out drinking with me he often crashed in her room, but…

Shudders of Envy

She didn’t want to know his name.

It was important that I did, but anything more than that would move it from one thing to another. It was a ledge she wanted to sit on, and if there were too many things to hold onto, the excitement would vanish with the fear.

He was waiting in the room when she entered, and I could feel her heart beating through my grip on her arm. Her eyes settled on him in an instant, and for a brief moment I wondered if she might change her mind. By the time she stood in front of him, we could both hear her breath, and when I reached the zipper on the back of her dress a sigh escaped her lips.

“Would you like to see her naked?” I asked, stepping up beside him where he sat. We eyed her up and down, her lip trembling in worried anticipation. His nod was enough, and I marvelled at his composure.

Her dress fell to the floor in silence. She stepped forward, closer to him since there was no where else to go, and his hands moved instantly to her hips. When I unclasped her bra and removed it she trembled, and when I finally slid the lace off her thighs, she sighed once more. I pulled her hands behind her back an instant later, and she stood in front of him, bare to his wandering eyes and hands.

“I thought you’d like her,” I said, watching him take her in, even as I kissed her neck, my grip never loosening. “But tell me. Do you want to fuck her? If not, I’ll simply take her away.”

Without a word he pulled her onto his lap, her thighs parting as she straddled him. She leaned back and groaned, feeling him hard between her legs, and when my fingers gripped her hair she was nearly coming.

“Yes,” he whispered, his hands on her breasts, twisting and teasing her body in an instant. “I do want to fuck her. Now, in fact.”

She struggled to move, her arms still held firmly in my grasp as he undid his belt. She struggled not to beg as he pulled his hard cock from his pants, her cunt opening around him as her hips moved involuntarily, trying to take him inside her. I kissed her mouth as she groaned, and I reached between their bodies, opening her lips and pushing two fingers inside her. She was soaking wet, her want as urgent as his.

“Are you ready?” I asked her, holding him against her. “Are you ready to get fucked?”

“Please,” was all she could say, mumbling the word over and over again as she struggled against us both.

A second later and it was done. He lifted her up, wrapped his hand firmly around his cock, and then lowered her back down, thrusting inside her in one motion. Her head rolled back, her eyes opened wide, and the scream that left her mouth was animal and uncontrolled. I pushed her down hard as he pulled her to him, thrusting his cock inside her, as she grew louder and louder with each passing second.

“I want to come,” she moaned. “And I want him to come. Oh god, I want both of you to come. I want everything.”

She bit her lip as I stepped in front of her, my own cock in my hand as I watched them fuck. I leaned forward, pulling a nipple between two fingers, pinching her harder and longer than I ever had before as she called out my name over and over again. He didn’t once slow down, and it only took minutes before she began to clench around him, her whole body starting to let go.

When she came, she shook the room. When she came time stopped, the earth shifted on its axis, and the heavens shuddered in envy. When she came she drenched his body, her cunt letting go of everything, spilling her release across his skin.

When she came we both followed instantly, him deep inside her, and me covering her breasts and neck as I pulled her to me with one hand wrapped in her hair. He kissed her mouth and then I did, all of us shaking and moaning without any words at all, our bodies flooding each other in wave after wave of pleasure.

She didn’t stop, even after we did, her thighs clenching tightly as she lifted herself up and down, his cock still mostly hard inside her. She leaned in, his teeth now finding her skin as she came once more, this time lifting off of him, exploding everywhere as the shudders took her from head to toe. Her arms around his neck, and his face between her breasts, she held him there struggling to say a word.

When she looked up at me there was adoration in her eyes mixed in with relief and the desire for more. She grinned and she shook when I kissed her. She closed her eyes as he pulled her close, and he held her tightly as she gently rocked above him, their bodies soaked with release.

It was a long time before anyone said a thing, and then it was just one word. She kissed him slowly and firmly before looking up and pulling me close.

“Again,” she said, her eyes closing as her hips began to move once more.

 

disgustingnovel:

Left a signed copy of the book at WXOU Radio Bar last night. Might still be there.

disgustingnovel:

Left a signed copy of the book at WXOU Radio Bar last night. Might still be there.