©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#571)
If you’re not sure what to wear tonight, I suggest this.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#571)

If you’re not sure what to wear tonight, I suggest this.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#566)

It feels like dress up to all of us.
I’m sure there are people out there who put on a tux every night and it’s the most normal thing in the world, but most of us learned to suck cock in jeans and a sweater. Hell, most of us learned in an unflattering swimsuit or running shorts after track practice.
I learned to kiss under a pool table, and the first time I touched a wet cunt was behind the tennis courts with a teacher looking on from the window above. I tasted pussy on the grass of the library, and I held too many asses to count on awkward dance floors with girls I could barely talk too.
And yet, when I put on those pants and the tie, when she snaps on her garters, the world changes. All those pasts are still there, but all I can feel is my blood pulsing and all I can think about is what her thighs will feel like beneath my tongue. I can hold a glass of champagne to her lips as I slide inside her and I get to be in my own story. She’s elegant and I’m classy, and her pussy is so tight I can barely keep my eyes open.
Sometimes she calls me Sir and sometimes it’s bastard, but it doesn’t matter. In the morning I can never remember if we were pretending to dress up the night before or faking it right there in our flannel sheets and cheap coffee.
The line between real and everything else is as weak as my memory of the night before.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#566)


It feels like dress up to all of us.

I’m sure there are people out there who put on a tux every night and it’s the most normal thing in the world, but most of us learned to suck cock in jeans and a sweater. Hell, most of us learned in an unflattering swimsuit or running shorts after track practice.

I learned to kiss under a pool table, and the first time I touched a wet cunt was behind the tennis courts with a teacher looking on from the window above. I tasted pussy on the grass of the library, and I held too many asses to count on awkward dance floors with girls I could barely talk too.

And yet, when I put on those pants and the tie, when she snaps on her garters, the world changes. All those pasts are still there, but all I can feel is my blood pulsing and all I can think about is what her thighs will feel like beneath my tongue. I can hold a glass of champagne to her lips as I slide inside her and I get to be in my own story. She’s elegant and I’m classy, and her pussy is so tight I can barely keep my eyes open.

Sometimes she calls me Sir and sometimes it’s bastard, but it doesn’t matter. In the morning I can never remember if we were pretending to dress up the night before or faking it right there in our flannel sheets and cheap coffee.

The line between real and everything else is as weak as my memory of the night before.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#558)
She used to say that she loved me more when he was there. 
Maybe it was the way we pushed each other with that tiny edge of competition we usually ignored. Possibly it was the look in our eyes when we watched the other do things we wanted to do. And it could also simply be the joy that so clearly showed on my face when he walked into the room.
When he fucks her I watch. When she sucks my cock he smiles as he takes his own into his fist. When I kiss him she makes herself comes with four fingers. 
When she lies between us she closes her eyes and pretends that she wants us both the same. 

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#558)

She used to say that she loved me more when he was there. 

Maybe it was the way we pushed each other with that tiny edge of competition we usually ignored. Possibly it was the look in our eyes when we watched the other do things we wanted to do. And it could also simply be the joy that so clearly showed on my face when he walked into the room.

When he fucks her I watch. When she sucks my cock he smiles as he takes his own into his fist. When I kiss him she makes herself comes with four fingers. 

When she lies between us she closes her eyes and pretends that she wants us both the same. 

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#552)
Our photo shoots are always super super serious. Always. 

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#552)

Our photo shoots are always super super serious. Always. 

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#548)
©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#534)
©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#475)
©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#473)