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

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-gny

If you like this sort of thing, my complete collection of Brorotica is on Amazon for just $.99. It’ll stay there for a few days then go up every couple of days until it’s back its normal price of $3.99. 

It’s about 35,000 words long and has all 15 of my Brorotica stories from all three books. 

So, if you like dude on dude action, I’d love your support. 

Here’s the link to amazon. 

Thanks!

-gny

The Boys

The boys are easier to forget. Maybe the word is exclude. Ignore? Vanquish?


I laughed at Bill Clinton’s definition of sex that only included vaginal penetration, but I did the same damn thing. Sex, I was told over and over again, was when a man puts his thingy in a woman’s who-ha. And even in my progressive liberal teenage mind, that definintion held root and began to rot.


So when I ended up in bed with the cockiest son-of-a-bitch I’ve ever met, taking turns sucking each other’s dicks, why would I call that sex? Besides, I was confused, unsure how much I enjoyed it, and still disappointed that the third (female) member of our threesome had left earlier in the evening. He went first, pulling back the covers and opening his mouth tentatively around me. It was dark, but I watched him hold me and lick the head of my cock before sucking it into his mouth. We traded places after just a few minutes, and I was just as unsure.


We kissed and jerked off, and neither one of us came. But we woke up in the same bed, and when I left something had changed. Suddenly I could say I had moved from questioning to exploring, and even if my mind wasn’t made up I was one step closer. I was gayer than the day before, and that was a daring, exciting, and terrifying thing to be.


But he didn’t make my list years later when I went through everyone I’ve ever slept with. Amid the curls and the other awkward attempts, I let him slip by. It’s possible someone else could separate my teenage confusion from my all so powerfully learned homophobia, but I doubt it. As I grew older and tried different things, it was always easy to separate: yes, I slept with her, but he and I just messed around.


The boys are easier to cover-up.

 

-GNY

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#687)
I’ve been spending more time with the boy recently. We sneak into bedrooms, bathrooms, and offices just so we can get our hands on each other. Sometimes there’s another body between us and sometimes it’s just us two, but either way we can’t stop.. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#687)

I’ve been spending more time with the boy recently. We sneak into bedrooms, bathrooms, and offices just so we can get our hands on each other. Sometimes there’s another body between us and sometimes it’s just us two, but either way we can’t stop.. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#679)
 
Gay Tricks
“Can I watch you two blow each other?”

I stared at her in disbelief, and before he could say a word I opened my mouth.

“We are not just here for your fucking entertainment. We’re not puppies who do little gay tricks for you because you happen think it’s hot to watch. It’s like a goddamn fad these days with every girl in the fucking world wanting to see two bi-boys getting their dicks wet in each other’s mouths. What the hell is wrong with you? We don’t do this shit because it turns you on! It’s our life, and our sex, and it’s not a cute act to help get you off!”

He put his arm on mine and cut me off before I could get a second breath.

“He means yes. Any fucking time you like.”
“That too,” I said, looking down.
 
-GNY

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#679)

 

Gay Tricks

“Can I watch you two blow each other?”


I stared at her in disbelief, and before he could say a word I opened my mouth.


“We are not just here for your fucking entertainment. We’re not puppies who do little gay tricks for you because you happen think it’s hot to watch. It’s like a goddamn fad these days with every girl in the fucking world wanting to see two bi-boys getting their dicks wet in each other’s mouths. What the hell is wrong with you? We don’t do this shit because it turns you on! It’s our life, and our sex, and it’s not a cute act to help get you off!”


He put his arm on mine and cut me off before I could get a second breath.


“He means yes. Any fucking time you like.”


“That too,” I said, looking down.

 

-GNY

A Threesome Minus One

We climbed into the bed tired as fuck. Too much driving, too much red wine, all the stresses of traveling had beat us up and spit us out. The bed was big though, and we left our clothes on the floor before turning out the lights.


“I wish she was here too,” he whispered.


“Seriously. She is so fucking hot,” I said. He groaned in agreement, and I pictured her in my mind’s eye lying between us. I thought about watching her undress, and I thought of her lips around my cock. Suddenly I was hard and his hand was moving.


“What do you want to do with her?” I asked, both of us now clearly jerking off. He moved closer and pushed back the blanket until we could see each other in the darkness. Both of us were hard and our hands moved in a blur.


“Everything,” he moaned. “Fuck her, eat her, watch you fuck her.” We stared at each other as we thought of her, and it all happened at the same time. Our fists, her lips, our cocks, her ass, everything rushed through my head as I imagined it all at once.


Before I got too lost in thought he was between my legs and his mouth had replaced my hand. I lifted my hips off the bed, and he sucked me harder.


“Oh god, I want to feel that cunt around me.” My hand was in his hair, and his lips were soft and warm. He cupped my balls and squeezed, but a second later he was kissing me and our hard cocks were pressed against one another. I reached my hand down and wrapped it around him, jerking him off as we kissed, and we never stopped moaning.


As I got closer to coming I rolled over onto my stomach, holding him still above me. I pressed into the sheets, and he pressed his cock between the cheeks of my ass. He slid up and down, and I arched my back, suddenly wanting him inside me.


“Fuck me,” I whispered and he didn’t stop. My hand was on my own dick as the weight of both our bodies pushed me down, and I was delirious with want. I could feel my balls tighten and his groans said he was close behind.


“If you could come anywhere in the world where would it be?” I asked, knowing we both had the same answer.


“In her pussy,” he growled, now fucking himself against my ass without holding back at all. “I want to come in her pussy.”


And then we were done. I clenched the sheets in my fist, as my cock spurted beneath us, my body shaking as my orgasm rocked through me. Seconds later he exploded above me, his come covering my ass and the small of my back. Spurt after spurt he unloaded onto my body, and still I begged for me.


When we finally could talk again he rolled over next to me and ran his fingers through the mess he left. He rubbed it into my skin and kissed the side of my head as our breathing gradually returned to normal.


“I wanted you so badly,” I said, his face just visible in the darkness.


“Your ass is amazing. But if I stopped for anything it would have been too late.”


“We have time,” I said, pulling him close to me. He kissed me again as we cuddled in the darkness.

 

Guy New York

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©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#652)
It’s too hot for sweaty boy sex. But it’s nice to remember.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#652)

It’s too hot for sweaty boy sex. But it’s nice to remember.

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This contains the classic stories Bad Bromance, Bromancing the Stone, A Daddy for Daddy, and of course Fifty Shades of Gay (along with eleven others). If you like getting drunk, playing football, picking up girls, and getting it on with other dudes, then this is totally for you. This book contains hot explicit sex between consenting dudes. It’s 35,000 words long. And just as thick.”

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Finally what you’ve all been waiting for!

All three Brorotica books in one! I know, it took me long enough, but the wait is over. You can now get all 15 short stories in one digital volume for under $5. 

From Amazon:

The Complete Brorotica contains all of the stories in Brorotica, Chicks are for Fags, and Fifty Shades of Gay. They’ve all been published before, but now you can get them in one volume for totally less than buying them separately. 


This contains the classic stories Bad Bromance, Bromancing the Stone, A Daddy for Daddy, and of course Fifty Shades of Gay (along with eleven others). If you like getting drunk, playing football, picking up girls, and getting it on with other dudes, then this is totally for you. 

This book contains hot explicit sex between consenting dudes. It’s 35,000 words long. And just as thick.”

It’s available here.

Soon to be in print as well…

The Dick Dock

One summer in college I got an apartment in Provincetown with an old friend of mine. We both got jobs in town where we worked six or seven days a week, and we drank each night until two in the morning. He was as straight as a line dance, but we held hands as we walked down the street each morning simply because we could.

In Provincetown everyone assumes you’re gay. It’s incredibly refreshing, but as a twenty-one-year-old mildly bisexual college student, it was culture shock. The first week we spent a few nights at the only straight bar in town before we realized that it was not only depressing, but also boring as fuck. Once we made friends, found roommates, and settled into our jobs, we expanded our horizons.

It was late one night in the middle of the summer when my new best-friend Mark asked me if I wanted to go to the Dick Dock. The Dick Dock was a legend. It was a running joke for the locals, a fantasy for the tourists, and a reality for a small group of men, who often found themselves on the beach at two am trying to satisfy something or other. I had never been, and so with a smile we crossed Commercial Street, took the narrow path to the beach, and turned right.

There is no Dock at the Dick Dock. But there is dick. On this particular night there was a line of dick. About fifteen or twenty men stood in a row, but Mark took me by the hand and marched me to the front without a word. There was a young man, possibly a few years older than me, kneeling at the front, his back to the wooden fence that closed off the dunes. As each man approached, they pulled their cocks out, jerking themselves off until they were hard. When it was their turn they looked down at the young man with mysterious expressions, and he dutifully took them into his mouth for the best blow-job he could manage at two am.

Mark stood me so close to the young man that I was almost touching him. My pant legs brushed his shoulder but he never once looked up. We may has well have been invisible. If we got even a glance I didn’t notice, although I was definitely distracted as I watched the kneeling boy go from one man to the next. We didn’t stay long, but it was enough.

As we walked down the beach he asked me what I thought.

“I don’t know. It’s pretty intense.”

“He likes sucking cock.”

“I guess so.” I said. “You don’t ever get in line?”

“Dude, if I want to get my dick sucked I just go to the bar. Those are the dudes who can’t get their dick sucked any other way. It’s a little depressing. Still fucking hot though.”

We walked back into town a few minutes later and most everything was closed. Even the pizza place was quieting down, and there was not much else to do. I said goodnight and climbed the stairs to my apartment. My old friend was still up, and with mild curiosity he asked where I had been.

“The Dick Dock,” I said.

“You get any Dock?” he asked, laughing at his joke.

I shook my head and climbed into bed. I was still overwhelmed by what I had seen, and not sure how I felt about any of it. I thought about waiting in line, watching everyone else use the young man for their pleasure and I shivered. And then I thought about him, taking cock after cock into his mouth without any regard for where it came from. I rolled over to find myself hard. I tried to let it go, but my hand moved faster as I closed my eyes and imaged myself kneeling in the sand on that quiet stretch of beach.

-Guy New York

(If you enjoy my writing, you might like my new novel, The Island on The Edge of Normal, now available on Kindle and in Print.)

Was That Your Husband?

I leaned in an kissed him in the back of the cab, but it was hesitant and restrained. I held back everything that might be construed as real affection. He kissed me a few times as well, but even though I held his hand beneath my heavy coat I kept staring at the name badge of the driver. His name was Tarek, and I wondered if in his country they killed people for less than we were doing.

After our first stop I was suddenly alone in the backseat, and I fidgeted nervously. I couldn’t keep still no matter how hard I tried.

"Was that your husband?"

"Um, no," I stammered.

"Why not? He’s a good looking man. He clearly likes you."

I nodded as though I were listening. None of it made any sense.

"It’s hard to find someone who looks at you like that. You know I’ve been married three times and three times I’ve hoped to see that look."

"And did you find it?" I asked finally.

"I guess we’ll see!" He said with a laugh. "It’s $15.00."

I handed him a twenty and told him to keep the change. I got out and walked up the steps to my building. I walked into my empty apartment before sitting down on the couch with a sigh.

I thought back to the ride home, but as hard as I tried, I couldn’t remember his expression at all.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#581)
Sometimes I just want to drink some fucking beer and suck some fucking dick. 

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#581)

Sometimes I just want to drink some fucking beer and suck some fucking dick. 

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#551)
 ”I don’t want to go home yet.”
He leaned in so closely I could smell his cologne. He hand pressed into my lower back and his knee brushed against mine. We had too many complications for anything good to happen, but at two a.m. it didn’t seem to matter.
"Come with me," I whispered. 
"Are you sure?" he asked, looking up.
"Of course not. But do it anyway."
He took my hand as we turned the corner.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#551)

 ”I don’t want to go home yet.”

He leaned in so closely I could smell his cologne. He hand pressed into my lower back and his knee brushed against mine. We had too many complications for anything good to happen, but at two a.m. it didn’t seem to matter.

"Come with me," I whispered. 

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking up.

"Of course not. But do it anyway."

He took my hand as we turned the corner.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#531)
The second everyone else leaves the meeting my hand is on his belt and his mouth is on my neck. It’s always right after he loses his shirt that his assistant comes in, closes the blinds, and locks the door behind her. 

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#531)

The second everyone else leaves the meeting my hand is on his belt and his mouth is on my neck. It’s always right after he loses his shirt that his assistant comes in, closes the blinds, and locks the door behind her. 

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#511)

Dude! Bro! I like totally wrote some fucking porn.

I present, the complete Brorotica trilogy! I know you have all been waiting patiently to read them in their entirety, and here they are. I may put them all together into one big bound volume that just says “Kinda Gay” on the cover. In leather and gold leaf. 

They’re all ridiculous, but I had a lot of fun writing them. 

You can find them all on Amazon. 

Also on B&N for the NOOK.