©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#741)
Good morning everyone. I hope you’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

Long and Aching

I followed Maddy into the shower without a word. She stared at me when I stepped in naked behind her and she crossed her arms over her chest.


“What the fuck are you doing? He’s sleeping in the other room.”


“Soundly,” I said as I stepped closer and wrapped her in my arms beneath the falling water. She opened hers to me as well and pressed her nose against my chest. Her sigh was long and aching and her lips wet on my neck. She fit perfectly beneath my chin.


“He’s sleeping soundly.”

-gny

gibsongrand:

The next Dirty Boys event is only 2 weeks away!  Come join us for stories, music, and cocktails.

Looks what’s happening again! It’s going to be fun. I’ll most likely read from this new novel I just finished two weeks ago, which is insanely dirty. 
You should come. 
gny

ps. If you want to follow the Dirty Boys Tumblr it’s here: http://dirtyboysnyc.com/

gibsongrand:

The next Dirty Boys event is only 2 weeks away!  Come join us for stories, music, and cocktails.

Looks what’s happening again! It’s going to be fun. I’ll most likely read from this new novel I just finished two weeks ago, which is insanely dirty. 

You should come. 

gny

ps. If you want to follow the Dirty Boys Tumblr it’s here: http://dirtyboysnyc.com/

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#740)
It’s a good night to be warm and naked. And ideally in New Orleans, but you can’t have everything.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#740)

It’s a good night to be warm and naked. And ideally in New Orleans, but you can’t have everything.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#739)
I don’t think there are any qny shirts left, but they were super cute. Especially on this lovely woman, whom I miss. 
-gny

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#739)

I don’t think there are any qny shirts left, but they were super cute. Especially on this lovely woman, whom I miss. 

-gny

Anonymous asked: Is the email you have listed here a good way to send you a note?

Definitely. You can reach me at guy@quickienewyork.com

I’m also on twitter a lot @quickiesnewyork. 

And my SnapChat (for whatever reason) is guynewyork

We love getting messages!

-gny

Because I Miss You

The last time she called me while getting fucked, I was in a meeting at work.


For some reason I answered the phone. Maybe it was because I knew it was her, maybe because I expected it, or maybe I was simply worried. Either way, I stood up, walked into my office and closed the door behind me.


“What are you doing?” I said, unsure if I was annoyed or turned on. I hadn’t seen her in two weeks, and while I’m always happy to hear her fuck, it felt harder each day we were apart.


“I’m getting fucked up the ass in my plaid skirt as I jerk off my husband,” she said, her voice only slightly less stable than normal. I almost didn’t believe her, but Jane never lied. Not about this.


“And why are you talking to me instead of sucking his cock?” My annoyance turned into a strangely sincere amount of curiosity. Why was she calling me? It was unlike her in so many ways. Jane was present with everyone, and if she had two cocks anywhere near her body, it was unlikely she’d be thinking about anything at all.


“Because I miss you,” she whispered, a moan slipping into her voice as I heard the deep grunts of male voices behind her.


“You’re getting fucked up the ass and you miss me?” I asked. “Well you know what? I miss you too. And I’m in a meeting. Or I was until I stepped out to listen to you not sucking dick.”


And then she was no longer talking, and all I could hear was the sound of her lips smacking against something hard and thick. She grew louder and louder, and I closed my eyes and remembered what she looked like in just that position. Her ass in the air, her mouth open, and her body shaking as she struggled to pay attention to too many things.


When she started to come, I realized I had been gone for nearly ten minutes. I adjusted my cock through my suit pants and took a deep breath.


“That’s better,” I said into the phone as her sighs of release grew louder and louder.


I hung up before she said another word, and I stood there for just a moment wondering what the hell had just happened. It was only later, while still sitting through the meeting that wouldn’t end, that I realized it. Jane was always present. She was always exactly where she was. Nothing would distract her.


Almost nothing, that is.


“I love you,” I wrote, before putting my phone down onto the table and pretending to once again pay attention.

-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.)

 

My collaborator TDG certainly appreciates excellent eye contact.
If you haven’t yet signed up for his discrete monthly parcels (yes real, handwritten ones, with letters), a little birdy is suggesting you do soon, before the cost goes up in a few days.

My collaborator TDG certainly appreciates excellent eye contact.

If you haven’t yet signed up for his discrete monthly parcels (yes real, handwritten ones, with letters), a little birdy is suggesting you do soon, before the cost goes up in a few days.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#738)

This was one of the hottest shoots we did last year, and not just because it devolved so quickly into an orgy, although that helped. 
Okay, maybe it was because it devolved so quickly into an orgy.

 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#738)

This was one of the hottest shoots we did last year, and not just because it devolved so quickly into an orgy, although that helped. 

Okay, maybe it was because it devolved so quickly into an orgy.

 

Tell Me a Story

Kelly crawled between my legs and pulled a blanket over both of us.


“Tell me a story,” she said, her knees parting as she took my hand and placed it firmly on her pussy. “Maybe about Anya. About fucking her so hard she cried.”


The room had quieted down, but there were still people milling about the party. Everything about Anya came flooding back in a heartbeat, and I wasn’t sure where to begin. But when Kelly wanted a story, there was no use arguing.


“One time she convinced my best friend that I wanted him to fuck her. She told him it had been a fantasy of mine for a long time, and that I wanted to walk in on them. He went along with it in a heartbeat, because everyone went along with Anya. It was just something we all did without thinking. “


“Did he do it?” she asked, opening her legs wider as my fingers moved over her skin, teasing her as I whispered in her ear.


“When I got home they were on the bed,” I said with a nod. “She was on top of him, and I stood at the door wondering if she thought the game would end when I discovered them. He saw me first though, and he pulled her down by the hair and held her face to his neck. I walked up behind her, and I had my cock in my hand two seconds later.”


“Did you stick it in her ass?” Kelly asked, her legs tightening around my hand as her breathing grew faster. “Tell me you fucked her slutty little ass. Tell me you did terrible things to her.”


“He held her steady as I approached them, and he lifted her up just enough that I could slide inside her. She tried to look back, but he held her there, unable to turn, unable to see who it was. I fucked her faster and faster as he told her it was a friend. He told her it was an old friend of his who wanted to fuck her too, and no matter how hard she tried to look, he held her there against him, as both of us listened to her whimper.”


“Oh fuck,” Kelly said, my fingers pushing into her as she arched her back and bit her lip. “Did you come in her? Tell me you came in her.”


“Within minutes,” I said. “I dug my fingers into her ass, he pulled on her hair, and I filled her over and over again. She moaned and scratched, and she was completely torn between wanting to beg for more and needing to know who I as.”


“I’m coming,” Kelly whispered, turning her head and kissing me even as my fingers moved faster. Her whole body tightened up like a spring, until finally she released it all, drenching my hand, the floor, and the thin blanket above us. I covered her mouth with my hand and she screamed into it as she shook and moaned against my skin.


“By the time I left, they were fucking again, and she was sobbing and coming at the same time. I called her later to say I was running late, and I’d be home in an hour. He was gone by the time I arrived, and she attacked me with more lust than I had seen in weeks.”


“Thank you,” Kelly said, her body finally returning to normal. “I like when you tell me stories. Especially about Anya. I think I hate her. But sometimes, I’m so jealous I can’t stand it.”


My fingers were still inside her as I kissed her hair and held her there in my arms. It would be weeks before she asked me again, but I’d say yes as always. I’d hold her and whisper in her ear, telling her anything at all just to keep her there a moment longer.


-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.)

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

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#738)

Long enough for it to move to this…

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#737)
I’ve been thinking about threesomes a lot recently. Especially in suits. And especially with two people I can’t keep my hands off, with enough time to do everything we can imagine.
Luckily, it’s a long weekend.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#737)

I’ve been thinking about threesomes a lot recently. Especially in suits. And especially with two people I can’t keep my hands off, with enough time to do everything we can imagine.

Luckily, it’s a long weekend.

A test, a Teacher, and a Blowjob

The first time I got tested we had to wait two weeks for the results.


When I finally went back, I went by myself because I didn’t have anyone to confide in, but as soon as I sat down there was a voice behind me saying my name. I turned to discover my senior year english teacher sitting right behind me.


“Are you getting tested or getting results?” he asked. Out of all the people I could have bumped into he was surprisingly the best. As the closest thing to an out gay teacher at my high school I had spent more time talking to him about my sexuality than any other person on the planet. In fact, seeing him next to me, with the same nervous look on his face that I had, was practically life saving.


“Results,” I said. “You?”


He nodded, and before we had time to say anything they called us each into separate rooms. The consultation was a blur, but I remember they pointed to a number on a page that I didn’t understand. It wasn’t until they told me to stay safe and healthy that I realized the page said I was negative. In less than five minutes I was standing in the parking lot with relief flooding my body.


“Good news?”


Without thinking I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. He was a few inches taller than me and built like a tree; I took every advantage of comfort he had to offer. I needed something solid right then.


“Good news,” I whispered, stepping back with a flush on my cheeks.


“Me too,” he said with a smile.


An hour later, after coffee and a sandwich, I sat in the passenger seat of his car looking back and forth between him and my shoes. Graduation had been just weeks before, but suddenly it felt very far away. His smile was strangely shy, but his hand brushed mine just closely enough that everything was clear. I didn’t move away and neither of us said a word. I turned towards him, my seatbelt undone, and I leaned in closer.


Our kiss didn’t last long. It was big and sloppy with a touch of scruff to make sure I knew it was real, but within seconds my hand was on his cock and there was only one thing to do.


I’m not sure if I asked. Maybe I simply looked at him longingly, or opened my mouth in just the right way. Whatever it was I did, he understood. It was a silent question he answered without words.


He nodded and gently pushed my head down into his lap even as he undid his jeans. His head was thick and red, but I didn’t have time to look before opening my lips around it and tasting him. He grew harder in seconds as I wrapped my hand around him, and I tried to take more into my mouth than I ever could. His moans were instant and for a moment I wondered if what I did mattered at all. I licked up and down him, amazed at how different his cock was from my own, but I didn’t stop. I sucked him back into my mouth even though I gagged each time he thrust into me.


“Oh fuck I’ve wanted your mouth all year,” he moaned as I tightened my grip on him and went back to swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. “I’m gonna come,” he said just moments later, his fingers entwined in my hair.


I didn’t pull back, although part of me wanted to watch. I was determined to do it right, and so I took him in again, swallowing as much as I could before he started erupting into my mouth. It was thick and salty, and I couldn’t take all of it at all. I had to come up for air and I watched him spurt onto his jeans and boxers, even before I went back for more. I didn’t stop until his spasms slowed down, and his moaning finally turned into soft sighs of relief and release.


I sat up, wiping my face, and leaned back in my seat.


“Do you want me to get you off too?” he asked, his thick cock still standing up straight.


“I’m okay,” I said.


We were quiet as he adjusted his clothes. He drove me back to the clinic where I had left my car, and we kissed on the cheek when I got out. I drove for hours before finally going home, my brain constantly moving and never slowing down. Up in my bedroom later that night I jerked off thinking about sucking his cock once more.


A year later, he called me in college and told me he wanted to fuck me. I laughed and mumbled something friendly, but we never talked again. On occasion, I still get hard thinking about myself in the front of his car, my lips around his cock as he moaned my name.

-gny

TDG really does love stockings and men in fine suits. And provacative hand mirrors.

TDG really does love stockings and men in fine suits. And provacative hand mirrors.

My collaborator and friend TDG dropped a hint yesterday about some  exciting changes coming to his subscription service. If you love fine things, and handwritten notes, delivered to in pretty parcels, you really ought to sign up.

My collaborator and friend TDG dropped a hint yesterday about some  exciting changes coming to his subscription service. If you love fine things, and handwritten notes, delivered to in pretty parcels, you really ought to sign up.

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