Excerpt from Chapter One: Experience, And One Time At Band Camp…
But how do you write about things you’ve never done? How do you tell a compelling story about something you’ve only fantasized about while struggling to get through your normal day?
All of us have the ability to get lost in our imaginations and daydreams. We can all let our minds wander through a whole minefield of whatif’s, and it’s a good place to start. If you’ve never been choked by four cocks at once but it’s something that turns you on to no end, then you’re going to have to spend some time in your fantasy world. It’s terrible I know. You have to fantasize more, jerk-off more, and then you have to do it again. And you have to go into as much detail in your fantasy as possible. Who do the four cocks belong to? Why are they choking you? Do you know them? Does one of them belong to your husband or boyfriend? And how did you get that rip in your dress?
Once you have the fantasy in mind, and you’ve rubbed one out a few times, it’s time to bring it back to your own life. You may not have had that experience, but I bet you know what it’s like to let go. I bet you know what it feels like to indulge, and I bet you know what it feels like to choke on something. Even if it’s not a cock. How does it feel to kneel on the floor for a long time? What does it feel like to do something that makes your nervous, even if it’s exciting at the same time?
Again, this is fan-fiction of your life, and you’re the one telling the story. You are the only one who knows how you react when you’re scared, excited, or anxious. You’re the only one who can describe your own longing, shame, or desire. Your life is where you begin: your memories, experiences, and most of all your imagination. Once you can relate your fantasizes to your own history, even if they’re outwardly unrelated, the stronger your writing will be.
So pay attention to the world around you, fantasize about it all, and keep touching yourself. Remember, it’s for your art.
On December 14th I published my first novel, The Island on The Edge of Normal. Here are a few of the early Amazon reviews.
Delightfully refreshing view of polyamory. A great first novel
I found this novel very real, it stays very involved. I found myself really investing in the characters. I honestly was very sad to see it end. I hope the story continues for James. — From MP
A sweet, sweet tale of a man struggling with all sorts of things…
Guy’s heart shines through his words in this beautiful, sexy polyromance novel set off the coast of Maine. — From KG
A wonderful first novel
Yes, there are plenty of Guy New York’s trademark hot sex scenes among various combinations of the book’s characters, including male-on-male. Those scenes alone makes it worth a read for any fans already familiar with his work, and a great introduction of his style for new readers. Guy is also a master at giving most of his stories a touch of romanticism, and he does it well with this tale. — From DD
And then it was just us three.
The breeze was almost too mild to feel, and the room was dark except for two candles. Issa poured the last of the bottle out into our glasses. We had been drinking for hours, and her words were nearly as blurry as mine. She pulled her legs up underneath her until they were crossed on the couch, and she leaned back enough that she could see us both.
“So, what is a girl to do. Here I am on the couch with two beautiful men, and my husband has left me all alone.”
“Well, I’m sure he has complete faith in our intentions,” Sebastien said slowly.
“Oh, I’m sure he does. Assuming you both intend to kiss me until I can’t breathe.”
I looked at Sebastien and he looked back with a raised eyebrow. Issa’s eyes were closed and she had one hand on each of our knees. I had no idea what I should do, and even less idea of what I wanted. I had dreamed of kissing Issa for a week, but this was not how I expected it to happen. Sebastien, on the other hand, didn’t wait for another invitation.
He leaned in, placed one hand on her cheek and kissed her so slowly I felt my heart skip a beat. His fingers ran through her hair, and I almost didn’t notice her arm sliding around my back and pulling me closer. She pulled away from the kiss and turned to me without a sound. She touched my cheek and smiled shyly.
And then I kissed her.
Her mouth was warm and soft, and her tongue opened my lips with more force than I expected. My arms were around her in seconds, and I never wanted to let her go. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sebastien kissing her neck, and our arms brushed as our hands moved up and down her back. She squirmed on the couch, her legs now stretched out in front of her, and the sounds from her lips were enticing.
She moved back to Sebastien, and I didn’t pause before moving down to kiss her cheek, her ear, and her neck. I placed one hand on her stomach, and she pulled it up under her shirt to cover her bare breast. I pinched a nipple between my fingers as she moaned into Sebastien’s mouth, and suddenly she pulled away from us both. Her eyes darted back and forth between us, and there was nothing but want in her expression. In one swift motion she lifted her shirt off over her head and then pulled Sebastien down to her breast. His mouth opened as I stared in wonder, and the freckles covering her body never looked so beautiful.
“Kiss me,” she growled, and I couldn’t do anything but comply. I moved from her neck to her chin and back to her lips, and the room got warmer by the second. Her skin was smooth and her muscles strong from long hours at the potter’s wheel. When I slid down to kiss her other breast she squeezed my shoulder and bit her lip to keep from screaming. I was so mesmerized by what was happening that it took me nearly a minute to realize it was Sebastien’s hand in my hair and not hers.
—Guy New York
I just finished my third Brorotica collection, Fifty Shades of Gay! Once again there are five short stories in it, including the title story. Which, clearly, is ridiculous. It’s also very handsome. And incredibly rich. Also, super gay. Did I say rich and handsome? Gasp. (My inner goddess is super nervous right now.)
It also has a hot train story about two older men, a jock/nerd high school story, and some super brorrific beach boys who don’t know how close they are.
It’s going to my editor tomorrow and hopefully up on Amazon over the weekend. I’m very excited.