© by The Dirty Gentleman

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The city changes slowly enough that sometimes I don’t notice. As I walked from Cornelia Street over to West 4th and then towards the south end of Washington Square Park, I looked at every bar, restaurant, and shop to see what I remembered. That one was there last time, and that one, too, but…

Chapter two of my new novel is live! I’ll be posting one chapter a week every Friday until it’s done. Should be about 32 weeks.

© by The Dirty Gentleman

The end of school always meant summer and the possibility of freedom. For me it also meant work, and the need to try harder to find kids my age to hang out with. The natural social order of high school vanished in an instant and suddenly anything was possible.

But we had to make it so.

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It was a hot May afternoon, and my air conditioner had broken hours ago. But, with the windows open and the music blasting none of it mattered. Nothing mattered at all. I smiled at every pretty girl I passed, and I sang along at the top of my lungs. A few times I even thought about jerking off,…

As promised, here’s chapter one of my new novel. On Friday I’ll post chapter two, and continue each Friday until it’s complete. 

Back in January I spent two weeks furiously writing a novel, and I’m excited to announce that it has finally come out! 

Disgusting, Beautiful, Immoral is my second full length book, and this one clocks in at close to 350 pages. It takes place in New York back in 1999, and it’s one of the filthiest, grittiest, and funniest things I’ve written. I don’t want to give anything away, so you’ll have to read it yourself. I will note that it has a whole lot more sex than my last novel.

I’ll also be posting the whole book, one chapter at a time, to a new blog DisgustingNovel.tumblr.com. You can follow along each Friday when the new chapter comes out. Ideally the whole thing will be published on the blog by the end of December, which is when the novel itself ends.

I hope you’ll share it, read it, review it, and enjoy spending time with it. I certainly enjoyed writing it (and even rewriting it and editing it).

It’s currently an Amazon e-book and a Nook e-book. There will soon be a print version as well. If you want it in some other file format, just make a donation through our Paypal link with a note, and I’ll send it to you.

Many thanks to my beta readers, J, K, and A. And of course, my complete gratitude to the brilliant Piper for her editing skills.

Thanks for sticking with me for all these years. 

Guy New York
ps. I always love blog and Amazon reviews, so if you’d like a review copy just drop me a note and I’ll send you one. 
Even if you don’t have a Kindle there are a hundred other ways to read Kindle books.

Back in January I spent two weeks furiously writing a novel, and I’m excited to announce that it has finally come out!

Disgusting, Beautiful, Immoral is my second full length book, and this one clocks in at close to 350 pages. It takes place in New York back in 1999, and it’s one of the filthiest, grittiest, and funniest things I’ve written. I don’t want to give anything away, so you’ll have to read it yourself. I will note that it has a whole lot more sex than my last novel.

I’ll also be posting the whole book, one chapter at a time, to a new blog DisgustingNovel.tumblr.com. You can follow along each Friday when the new chapter comes out. Ideally the whole thing will be published on the blog by the end of December, which is when the novel itself ends.

I hope you’ll share it, read it, review it, and enjoy spending time with it. I certainly enjoyed writing it (and even rewriting it and editing it).

It’s currently an Amazon e-book and a Nook e-book. There will soon be a print version as well. If you want it in some other file format, just make a donation through our Paypal link with a note, and I’ll send it to you.

Many thanks to my beta readers, J, K, and A. And of course, my complete gratitude to the brilliant Piper for her editing skills.

Thanks for sticking with me for all these years.

Guy New York


ps. I always love blog and Amazon reviews, so if you’d like a review copy just drop me a note and I’ll send you one.

Even if you don’t have a Kindle there are a hundred other ways to read Kindle books.

I Want More

“Put this on,” I said, handing her a blindfold in the elevator.

 

“Here? What if someone sees me?” She took it reluctantly, but wrapped it around her head anyway.

 

“How would you even know?” I asked, watching her tie it in place. I took her hand and waited before the elevator stopped on our floor. She took a deep breath when the door opened, and I lead her out and down the hall. The room was just a couple doors down, and she trembled as she walked the few steps, her heels digging into the thick carpet.

 

I slid my card into the door, and pushed her gently through. He was sitting on the edge of the bed as we had discussed, his cock already hard in his hand. Without waiting another second I brought her to the center of the room, pushed her to her knees, and then lifted her chin.

 

“You’re going to suck his cock now,” I whispered. He pulled her head to him before she could say a word, and her lips opened around him as she reached up and wrapped her hand around his thick cock. I let her suck him for a few minutes before I gave her another direction.

 

“Pull your dress off your shoulders. Let him see you.”

 

Without taking his cock from her mouth she slid the straps down, exposing her breasts to him for the first time. He groaned as he stared at her, her hands instantly going back to his cock once more.

 

“Stand,” I said, my fingers in her hair. I lifted her up in front of him. “Take it off.”

 

Her dress fell to the ground and she was completely naked, her legs shaking as she stood, still blindfolded in front of us.

 

“Is she wet?” I asked him. He reached his hand out instantly, gently touching her pussy before pushing two fingers inside her. He looked up and smiled, nodding his head.

 

“She’s soaking,” he said.

 

“Are you ready to get fucked?” I asked her. She nodded and whimpered the word yes, almost too quietly for us to hear. I pushed her forward, bending her over the bed and asked her again.

 

“Yes,” she said much louder.

 

“Yes, what?” I asked, as he stood up next to me. I had my cock out as well, and each of us rolled a condom down as we stared at her ass and cunt.

 

“Yes, I’m ready to be fucked,” she whispered again.

 

“By who?” I asked, wondering if she knew the correct answer.

 

“Anyone,” she said, her voice straining as she parted her legs in anticipation. “I don’t care, just someone fuck me. Please!”

 

“Good girl,” I said, as he stepped behind her and slid his cock inside her tight cunt in an instant. She let out a long moan as he started to fuck her, and I watched while he pushed her further onto the bed, her pussy stretching around him. A minute later I took his place, her whimper just lasting the few seconds without someone inside her. I slammed into her as well, fucking her harder as she collapsed forward. I slapped her ass and fucked her as hard as I could, before finally rolling her over onto her back.

 

“Take it off,” I told her. Trembling she reached up and undid the blindfold, her eyes instantly blinded by the dim light in the room. She looked back and forth between us, smiling as she opened her legs. We crawled towards, her, pulling her thighs open wider.

 

“More,” she said, leaning up and kissing him for the first time. “I want more.”



-gny

(If you enjoy my writing and would like to support the blog, you can buy my novel or one of my dirty e-books on Amazon here. You can also contribute via pay pal on quickienewyork.com if you enjoy the free content we post here.)

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It’s getting hot out there boys and girls. Here are just a few suggestion from The Dirty Gentleman for how to enjoy the great outdoors as summer rears is sweaty head.

All I Could Smell Was Vanilla

Amanda had a boyfriend back home, but it was two weeks after we fucked before she told me about him.

“He’s nice, for a drug addict,” she said, my cock nestled in between the cheeks of her ass. It had been almost an hour since we last fucked, and for me and Amanda that felt like a very long time.

“Is he going to be mad?” I asked, pulling her hips to me and kissing the back of her neck. There were freckles on her shoulders, and her ass was covered in the lightest dusting of blond. Her curly hair smelled of vanilla and patchouli, but it was the sweetest color I had ever seen, somewhere between real gold and a sunset. I watched my cock harden between her cheeks, and she pushed back onto me without thinking.

“I’ll find another reason to break up,” she said, reaching between her legs and grabbing hold of my hard cock. “Something about distance and how hard it is to stay in touch.”

She guided me back into her cunt, and for a moment I forgot about him. It was her choice. It was her life, and besides, it had been high school when they got together. It may as well have been another century. I closed my eyes as I felt her surround me, this woman I had known for a month and presumed to understand. She moaned as she pushed back against me, and I remembered our first kiss. Her pussy was tight and wet at the same time, and I pictured her doped up boyfriend, unable to get hard as she touched herself while he watched.

“I feel bad,” I said, pushing into her, fucking her hard, as I moaned her name.

“Of course you do,” she said, clenching around me. I closed my eyes, lost to the world as my balls tightened and I started to come, filling her cunt once more. She pushed back harder as I exploded inside her, and I could think of nothing other than her lips and her laughter.

“You feel bad because you’re an asshole. Because you’re fucking his girlfriend, and you want to feel like a good man but you can’t. You feel bad because you don’t really care at all.”

I kissed her back, barely hearing her words as I came over and over again.

“I love you,” I moaned, thrusting for all I was worth. “I love you so much.”

“Of course you do,” she said again, her voice ragged bones.

She curled up tighter when I finally stopped, her hand gripping mine so hard that it hurt. I was still inside her, growing soft, but she clenched around me and held me captive.

All I could see was her golden hair, and all I could smell was vanilla.

-gny

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gibsongrand:

The May 4, 2014 Dirty Boys Reading is now available as a podcast on iTunes.  Check it out here.


Check it out! Our most recent Dirty Boys podcast is out. You can hear Pirate Tom play the piano, me reading both penis poetry and Brorotica, and a bunch of other super talented people. 
On iTunes!

dirtyboysnyc:

gibsongrand:

The May 4, 2014 Dirty Boys Reading is now available as a podcast on iTunes.  Check it out here.

Check it out! Our most recent Dirty Boys podcast is out. You can hear Pirate Tom play the piano, me reading both penis poetry and Brorotica, and a bunch of other super talented people. 

On iTunes!

Paris in The Rain

His cock reminded her of Paris in the rain. It reminded her of Machu Pichu at sunset and the blue green lights over the empty snows of the Yukon. His cock reminded her of everything beautiful in the world and she came around it like she was impaled on the tower of Babylon. She scratched his chest and slapped his face as her orgasm ripped through her and she called him a name that was almost his.

 

“Get the fuck out,” she said as her body began to return to itself.

 

He was lying in her bed, but she had moved to the window with a cigarette clutched in her hand. She flicked open her Zippo and said it again. It took three times before he responded, but by the time she was halfway finished he was closing the door behind him.

 

“Why God, why?” she whispered.  “Why does that cock have to be attached to that man?”

-gny

© by The Dirty Gentleman
I hope you all had a lovely, relaxing, filthy, and enjoyable Memorial Day.
xo
-gny

© by The Dirty Gentleman

I hope you all had a lovely, relaxing, filthy, and enjoyable Memorial Day.

xo

-gny

Thinking Less, Fucking More

Sometimes bing poly means we spend a lot of time in our heads. I spend a lot of time in my head, she spends a lot of time in her head (as well as mine), and together we can process, discuss, articulately argue, and occasionally shout at each other for long periods of time.

 

But living in our heads means that sometimes we forget our bodies, and we talk ourselves right out of them without hardly trying. We can converse about the sex we are not having far better than we can let go and have it once more. Because as much as our minds are connected to our junk they are also a familiar distraction. The intellect is somewhere we are both more comfortable.

 

But there are certain things that let us slow down the brain activity and remember what skin feels like: anything that raises our heart rates high enough, medium sized bodies of water, and of course tequila.

 

We’ve had the most success with the tequila.

 

In fact there was very little running through my head this weekend when I walked up behind her and simply removed her underwear from beneath her dress. For a second we nearly moved into discussion, but then our hands found wet skin and our foggy minds were suddenly more interested in touching than thinking.

 

“I want to fuck you,” I growled, not thinking at all. “I want to eat this amazing pussy, because I love you, and there is nothing I like better. I want to taste you, and I want to hear you come so loudly you forget your name.”

 

“Bed,” she moaned, turning back towards me and pushing me through the door. Seconds later I undid her dress, she pulled off my shirt, and I bent her over the bed, marveling at her ass and her cunt like I hadn’t done in far too long. I leaned over her further, my mouth opening between her thighs as I tasted her and there was nothing else. She was sweat, salt, and skin. She was love, sex, and want.

 

“Fuck me,” she growled, rolling over and spreading her legs, and I could see it in her eyes. Her thoughts were clear and focused. Her mind was in one place and one place only, and if I had been thinking at all it would have been fascinating.

 

As it was, I climbed between her legs, my hard cock in my hand, as I let my body do all the work. I slid inside her, listening to the moans escaping her lips, as we moved faster and faster. She was wet and alive, and I was hard and powerful. There was no fear, no worry, and no second guessing to tear us from our skin.

 

After days and weeks of trying to work through everything at the same time, we simply fucked.

 

-gny

(If you enjoy my writing and would like to support the blog, you can buy my novel or one of my dirty e-books on Amazon here. You can also contribute via pay pal on quickienewyork.com if you enjoy the free content we post here.)

Silk Stockings!

After three years of working together, The Dirty Gentleman and I are finally releasing a collection of his photos in a beautifully printed book called Silk Stockings. We teamed up with Moleskine to produce a gorgeous, leather-bound, hard cover book with more than fifty original photos. The details (from the stitching to the pocket in the back) are classic Moleskine, and I think you’ll agree that TDG’s photos look absolutely stunning.

As we get closer to pub date we’ll get you all the details (including how to order one). We will also be announcing a contest/giveaway for one lucky follower to receive a free, signed copy of this limited edition book.

We are very excited. 

-gny

Please note the above photos are from a digital proof, not photos of the printed book. Those will come soon. 

Fucking Her

I miss fucking her.

 

I miss her moaning and her legs wrapped around my body as I thrust inside her, and I miss the sound of her coming just moments before myself. I miss her impossibly tight cunt and the way her eyes glossed over when she couldn’t focus any longer. I miss holding her down, slapping her ass until she was soaking wet and begging, before sliding inside her once more. I miss her tears and her laughter.

 

I miss the names I called her and the ones she called me, either in hushed whispers or ecstatic groans, and I miss how powerful I felt each time I held her down, just on the edge of letting go. The taste of her skin, her lips around my cock as she choked, and the small of her back when I fucked her from behind, are memories burned into my body.

 

And when we were done, our bodies exhausted from days of abuse and use, I miss the look in her eyes that told me I’m amazing. The look that said I know her and understand her. The look that said I am strong and capable. I am someone who makes her come colors and forget.


I miss her.

-gny

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And here’s to hot sweaty nights on the fire escape.

© by The Dirty Gentleman

And here’s to hot sweaty nights on the fire escape.