©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#748)
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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Beautiful, Brilliant, And Wet

We sat on the couch after everyone else had gone to bed. His hand was on one thigh and mine was on the other while she turned back and forth between us. We had been flirting all night, hell we had been flirting all month, but this was the closest to alone the three of us had ever been.


“You are beautiful,” he whispered, pushing her hair behind an ear as he kissed her neck.


“And brilliant,” I added, my lips brushing her cheek.


“And wet,” she said, turning instantly in to kiss me. It was not tender, and it was not sweet, but it spoke volumes. “Also ready.”


We were something of a blur as we undid buttons, pulled off shirts, and removed everything that was in the way of skin. She kissed him and then me as we finally felt the warmth of each other’s bodies. When I touched his face, and he kissed me too, she let out a sigh which was instantly followed by the sound of her jeans hitting the floor. Our hands returned to her thighs, this time opening her legs as our fingers moved higher.


“Can I watch?” she asked, now naked and trembling.


“Watch what?” I asked, leaning her head back with one hand in her hair. “What do you want to see?”


“Him,” she moaned, her fingers moving between her legs. “I want to watch him suck your cock.”


He didn’t pause before moving to the floor, and a second later I was hard in her hand as he looked up at her. She slowly jerked me off as his face moved closer, and her breathing grew quicker with each stroke.


“Please,” she sighed again. “It’s so fucking hot.”


Without any more wait his lips opened around me and all three of us watched in awe as he took me into his mouth, sucking my cock until he had taken all of me. She leaned in closer, her mouth moving down my body, even as her own fingers kept working between her legs.


“I’ve never seen that before. Not this close. Not like this,” she moaned as I reached down and pulled him closer with one hand in his hair. He moaned around me, reaching up and grabbing my cock without letting me out of his mouth. I watched her, body shaking and eyes wide, and I watched him, lost in concentration, as he dragged me closer to the edge.


“Oh god,” I moaned, my head leaning back as I felt my whole body tighten. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come.”


And then she was next to him, her head practically resting on my stomach as he continued. I moaned his name and his fist was a blur. I clenched the blanket on the couch, closed my eyes, and finally let myself go, filling his mouth as he sucked me fiercely between his lips. He never stopped, his hand held me tightly as he swallowed my come, and it was only when he finally came up for air that she leaned in and kissed him hard on the mouth. He kissed her back, pulling her in closer as I slowly grew soft.


“I need to be fucked,” she growled between kisses, and it was my turn to pull her up onto my lap and open her legs as he stood. I reached a hand between her thighs as he rolled a condom down over his cock, and seconds later she was kissing me once more as he slid inside her.


“Oh god,” she said, turning to kiss me as they fucked, and the look in her eyes was clear. She was lost. She was happy. And she needed more.


“Don’t worry,” I whispered, pushing two fingers between her lips. “We’re just getting started.”

 

-gny

A gentleman friend and I enjoyed tonight’s monthly gathering, hosted by TDG, in which lovely people wrote notes and packed parcels for subscribers. Then we sipped, enjoyed a fine performance, nibbled, and did naughtier things. This was the last of the old subscriber gatherings, because next month we’ll gather to work on the new project, called his “Membership.” Exciting things are afoot:

After much discussion and reflection, and in response to feedback and thoughtful comments from our our stocking and handkerchief subscribers, I am pleased to announce a new and improved membership service, still delivering a compact parcel of wonders to you each and every months, still handwritten…

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#741)
Good morning everyone. I hope you&#8217;re having a lovely Friday. Any exciting plans for the weekend?

-gny

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#741)

Good morning everyone. I hope you’re having a lovely Friday. Any exciting plans for the weekend?

-gny