Always Perfect

“What do you want to do?” she whispered between kisses.


“I want to watch you undress,” I said, sure of my desire for the first time all evening. I set her down and sat on her bed, which was really just a thick mattress on the floor. I hardly noticed the rest of the room as she pulled off her light jacket. She was wearing a tank top and jeans, and her body swayed as if there was music. When she pulled off the her top – with her back to me – I suddenly realized she was naked beneath it. She turned to face me, her hands covering her breasts, and I stared at her with open awe.


The buttons of her jeans went slower, and she walked to me until she was only inches away. She pulled down the zipper and I could see a thin patch of brown hair beneath the denim.


“I fucking love Vassar,” I whispered.


She leaned forward and kissed me as her jeans came off, and when she stood up again she was completely naked in front of me. If I thought she was tiny with clothes on, this was something else. I had a moment of doubt wondering how old she actually was before she was on my lap pulling off my shirt, and I stopped caring about everything.


Kelly and I spent hours in bed that night. We licked, sucked, and fucked each other until the sun came up, and even then we had to tell ourselves that we needed to sleep. Each time one of us bit a little harder or kissed more gently the other was right there. If I held her arms above her head she moaned into my ear, and when she sank her teeth into my inner thigh with one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, I nearly screamed. When I was inside her the world vanished, and even when we waited for me to grow hard once more our bodies felt perfect.


We were far safer than Jane and I had been, and by the time morning came we had a garbage can full of used condoms, a beer bottle full of cigarette butts, and more than a few bruises covering our bodies. In spite of our scratching and pushing though, the sex was incredibly sweet. It was tender, powerful, and slow, and I fell in love over and over again.


When we finally fell asleep it was only after she managed to make me come one last time.


“You do like how tiny I am, don’t you,” she whispered, as she tried to get me hard.


“Of course,” I said, pushing her back and staring at her body.


“Do you want me to be your little girl?” she purred as she threw a leg over mine. Her cunt pressed into my thigh and somehow my cock twitched back awake. “You like that, don’t you? You want to fuck your little girl, I can feel it. How old do you want me to be?”


“I don’t even know how old you are,” I moaned as I rolled on top of her, my cock now hard against her stomach.


“I’ll be anything for you,” she whispered as she rolled our last condom down over me. “I’ll be as little as you like.”


And then I was inside her and she was kissing me. My eyes were open, amazed at the sight of her, and she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her with everything she had.


“Fuck me,” she whispered, mumbling something else that I couldn’t make out.


“What did you say?” I asked, thrusting faster and harder.


“Fuck your little girl,” she moaned, and seconds later I was coming and so was she, bucking her hips off the ground as I thrust. Her face was against my neck and her breathing so loud it was musical. I kissed her everywhere as my body exploded, and I never wanted anything else ever again. I wanted to stay there, coming inside her, in spite of my utter exhaustion, but most of all I wanted it to always be perfect: sweet, hot, joyous, and easy.

 

-gny (from my new novel Disgusting, Beautiful, Immoral, which will be done one of these days.)

Here’s another photo sent in by the lovely Piper showing off her Dirty Boys shirt. And other things…
Thank you!
-gny

edit: if you’re like your own Dirty Boys shirts and other such things you can find them here: http://www.zazzle.com/thedirtyboys

Here’s another photo sent in by the lovely Piper showing off her Dirty Boys shirt. And other things…

Thank you!

-gny

edit: if you’re like your own Dirty Boys shirts and other such things you can find them here: http://www.zazzle.com/thedirtyboys

Good morning Dirty Boys,
I have so been enjoying the prizes I won at the last Dirty Boys Reading - I devoured Guy New York’s Island on the Edge of Normal and am eagerly awaiting my copy of Jack Stratton’s That Sort of Thing. As you can see, I’m also very happy with my Dirty Boys t-shirt. Though it’s not quite my size, it is perfect to slip into on a lazy Sunday morning after a particularly dirty Saturday evening… Thank you all very much, and I look forward to hearing more of your dirty tales.

From the lovely Piper, winner of our Dirty Boys giveaway last Sunday.

Good morning Dirty Boys,

I have so been enjoying the prizes I won at the last Dirty Boys Reading - I devoured Guy New York’s Island on the Edge of Normal and am eagerly awaiting my copy of Jack Stratton’s That Sort of Thing. As you can see, I’m also very happy with my Dirty Boys t-shirt. Though it’s not quite my size, it is perfect to slip into on a lazy Sunday morning after a particularly dirty Saturday evening… Thank you all very much, and I look forward to hearing more of your dirty tales.

From the lovely Piper, winner of our Dirty Boys giveaway last Sunday.

By The Dirty Gentleman for QNY. 

By The Dirty Gentleman for QNY. 

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Anyone remember Gratuitous Pictures of Cock Friday? Ah, it’s been too long. Happy Valentine’s day!

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#748)

Anyone remember Gratuitous Pictures of Cock Friday? Ah, it’s been too long. Happy Valentine’s day!

The Dirty Boys Podcast is Live on iTunes!

gibsongrand:

dirtyboysnyc:

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The February 9, 2014 Dirty Boys Reading is now available on iTunes.  Recorded at the Magician in NYC.  Check it out here!

Also be sure to follow the Dirty Boys tumblr page!

If you missed the show, you can hear it now! Check out the epic intro by Pirate Tom before the night disintegrated into filth. It was a good time.

latraviatarossa:

A picture is worth a thousand words…  and my feelings about the dirtyboysnyc reading (and afterparty) on Sunday are summed up better by this photograph than by any review, or porn, or sonnet I could attempt to write.  <3 Thanks again, writingdirty, quickienewyork, gibsongrand, and daisydanger for a wonderful night! (And, of course, as always, the fantastic dorothydarker, for being the world’s best hostess.)

Thank you! And such a lovely photo it is. Also a wonderful evening, both during and after the reading. ;-)

latraviatarossa:

A picture is worth a thousand words…  and my feelings about the dirtyboysnyc reading (and afterparty) on Sunday are summed up better by this photograph than by any review, or porn, or sonnet I could attempt to write.  <3 Thanks again, writingdirty, quickienewyork, gibsongrand, and daisydanger for a wonderful night! (And, of course, as always, the fantastic dorothydarker, for being the world’s best hostess.)

Thank you! And such a lovely photo it is. Also a wonderful evening, both during and after the reading. ;-)

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How to Survive Missing You

Once I googled “how to deal with missing you” because I was so sure there must be a secret. Nothing could hurt that much without a cure hiding somewhere on the internet. But instead I found people just like me who realized that longing in their bodies. I found people whose chests felt just as empty as mine and whose bodies fell limp from want.


I’d like to say I learned to revel in it. That I learned to let the feeling simply overwhelm me as I basked in what must surely be love. But the truth is it didn’t stop hurting until you returned. It never grew easy and never moved from pain to release.


And now, years later, it’s a mostly forgotten ache in my chest that I sometimes wish would overwhelm me once more so I might feel it again. Just for a moment, I might remember what it was like to long for your touch.

-gny

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#747)

Just stay right there. They’re almost here….

If you enjoy this lovely couple, and these fine stockings, then TDG’s Parcel Service is made for you.

I’ll Always Be Here

She lay in bed when I walked in, the blankets around her waist and her hair a tangle on the pillow.


“I couldn’t sleep. I kept picturing you with her.”


“I’m home now,” I said, pulling off my tie and hanging my suit up in the closet. It was the most I could offer.


“I don’t like it. You shouldn’t leave me alone. Ever.”


“Should I just stay here in bed with you? For ever and ever?” I climbed naked beneath the covers and wrapped her in my arms. She backed up against me and clenched my fingers in her hand as she pulled me close.


“Yes. For ever and ever. Except when you go make coffee in the morning. Or order food. And maybe shower on occasion. No smelly boys allowed.”


“And what will you do with me all that time?” I asked, my body moving slowly against her. She reached one hand between us and took me firmly in hand, rubbing the head of my cock between her legs. I was barely hard, but she turned just enough to kiss me.


“I’ll make you fuck me. Just like this, with your arms around me as you promise to stay.”


And then I was inside her, and I would have promised anything. She sighed and pushed back against me as we moved slowly in the dark room. I kissed her neck and pulled on her hip bone, needing to be farther inside her than was ever possible.


“I promise,” I whispered, turning her head and kissing her lips once more. “We’ll never leave. We’ll never stop, and we’ll never get out of bed again.”


“And you have to make me come. A lot.”


My hand moved between her legs as she arched her back. Her thighs parted as my fingers found her, even as my other hand moved to her throat. I thrust faster and deeper, pulling her to me in so many ways. Her breath grew ragged and quick, and with each moan she moved closer and closer to the edge.


“When I get to five,” I whispered, letting go of her just long enough for her to catch her breath. “When I get to five you can come for me.”


She bit her lip and clenched around my hand and cock. I whispered the words in her ear, and by the time I reached three she was sobbing as her body shook and trembled. When I finally released her she screamed into the pillow; my privileged ears devoured every sound she made.


“I’ll always be here,” I whispered over and over again. “Always.”

 

-gny

It’s time for another dirty boys! This Sunday at the Magician Jack, Gibson, Daisy, and I will be reading filthy, miserable, and sexy stories to keep you entertained.

We will also have a few giveaways! We have a Dirty Boys t-shirt, a Dirty Boys Flask, and some dirty books as well, including Gibson Grand and Jack Scoresby’s brilliant new book: Haikus About your Butt

Come by at 7. Stay all night. Or at least most of it.

Say hi, buy a book (or win one) and have a good time on a cold Sunday night. Hope to see you there.

GNY

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