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.

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/

The Dirty Boys Reading Series is now a Podcast!

gibsongrand:

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Download the podcast of our recent Nov. 3, 2013 show here.

Subscribe to the RSS feed at: http://dirtyboys.libsyn.com/rss

Check it out! If you missed the Dirty Boys reading last week, you can now download the audio! The direct link is above, but you can also listen on iTunes.

Dirty Boys on iTunes.

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Thanks to all the Dirty Boys

Thank you to everyone who came out last night for the second Dirty Boys reading series. We have over 50 people at the Magician, and I was told by more than a few people that they needed to rush home and change their pants when it was done. 

Daisy Danger was an amazing new edition to the line-up and she had the audience on the edge of their chairs and in desperate need of a cold shower (or a hot shower with friends). 

The next one will most likely be in January, and I’m sure it will warm us all up. In the meantime you can follow along at the Dirty Boys Tumblr.

Thanks again, and until next time!

xoxo,

GNY

Come get drunk with me, Gibson, Jack, and Daisy this Sunday and listen to us read dirty things. It’s going to be another fun night at the Magician (we have the whole bar to ourselves this time) and it’s always fun to meet Tumblr peeps. 
We’ll read some stories, drink some whisky, and generally make a nuisance out of ourselves. 
Sunday November 3rd at the Magician (118 Rivington). Pirate Tom will be behind the bar serving drinks all night (cash only).
Please share!!!
See you there.
GNY

Come get drunk with me, Gibson, Jack, and Daisy this Sunday and listen to us read dirty things. It’s going to be another fun night at the Magician (we have the whole bar to ourselves this time) and it’s always fun to meet Tumblr peeps. 

We’ll read some stories, drink some whisky, and generally make a nuisance out of ourselves. 

Sunday November 3rd at the Magician (118 Rivington). Pirate Tom will be behind the bar serving drinks all night (cash only).

Please share!!!

See you there.

GNY

We are having another Dirty Boys reading on November 3rd, this time with some guests as well, including the amazing Daisy Danger. There will be a $5 cover for the event, but it promises to be a good time. 
Hopefully you can join us at the Magician on Rivington for another night of reading, drinking, and hanging out with a crowd of brilliant sexy people. 
Please share!
-gny

We are having another Dirty Boys reading on November 3rd, this time with some guests as well, including the amazing Daisy Danger. There will be a $5 cover for the event, but it promises to be a good time. 

Hopefully you can join us at the Magician on Rivington for another night of reading, drinking, and hanging out with a crowd of brilliant sexy people. 

Please share!

-gny

Sunday night we piled into the back room of the Magician for a few hours of drinking, reading, and apparently some making out against the wall. Jack, Gibson, and I each read two (or three) stories to a sexy crowd of friends, tumblrites, and drunks. They laughed, they cried, they vomited in their mouths, and hopefully they enjoyed themselves.
Thank you to everyone who came out and cheered us on. It was the first time most of us read our material in public, and it was amazing to have such a supportive crowd. A special thanks to bartender Tom who not only kept the drinks flowing, but also lent his awesome voice as our MC. 
We’ll let you know when we do another, and next time I’ll be sure to bring more lube.

GNY

Sunday night we piled into the back room of the Magician for a few hours of drinking, reading, and apparently some making out against the wall. Jack, Gibson, and I each read two (or three) stories to a sexy crowd of friends, tumblrites, and drunks. They laughed, they cried, they vomited in their mouths, and hopefully they enjoyed themselves.

Thank you to everyone who came out and cheered us on. It was the first time most of us read our material in public, and it was amazing to have such a supportive crowd. A special thanks to bartender Tom who not only kept the drinks flowing, but also lent his awesome voice as our MC. 

We’ll let you know when we do another, and next time I’ll be sure to bring more lube.

GNY

Here are the details for Sunday’s reading. It promises to be a good time with good friends and good drink. And probably some reading.

Here are the details for Sunday’s reading. It promises to be a good time with good friends and good drink. And probably some reading.

So, this is happening. We’re hoping it will be the first in a series, but for now it’s one night only! I think it will be a good time. You should come.
Please help us get the word out by re-blogging/tweeting/skywriting it all over the fucking place.  

So, this is happening. We’re hoping it will be the first in a series, but for now it’s one night only! I think it will be a good time. You should come.

Please help us get the word out by re-blogging/tweeting/skywriting it all over the fucking place.  

Here’s a treat from the super sexy kinkycasey:

Hi pervies!!

So, I finally got off my butt and recorded myself reading a story from Quickie New York for Erotic Storybook. Guy gave me permission to read one of their stories in January of 2011, but I’ve just let his email sit in my inbox since thinking that one day I’d get around to it.
My biggest hesitation was that all of his stories are written from his (male) perspective which sounds a bit strange with my girly girly voice reading it (can you tell? I get all shy when I say penis…. *blussssh*).
Anyway, last night I had some free time and, after recording something super naughty (to be posted later….), I thought, “fuck it, who cares…..” and recorded one of my favoritiest QNY stories because, lets face it, giving spontaneous blow jobs is just the type of thing I’d do…. ;)
Here’s the original story for those interested » Music I Couldn’t Hear.
*mwah*
Wow. I just got this smoking hot photo of an incredibly sexy woman reading my novel. I think it’s safe to say she’s enjoying it.  I can’t even…
If you’d like your own copy you can find it at Amazon both on Kindle and in Print. And of course, if you’d like to send me your own awesome photos I’d be happy to post/reblog them as well (with your permission of course).
Thank you my dear for an incredibly hot photo. I’m going to go take a shower. A very long shower.

Wow. I just got this smoking hot photo of an incredibly sexy woman reading my novel. I think it’s safe to say she’s enjoying it.  I can’t even…

If you’d like your own copy you can find it at Amazon both on Kindle and in Print. And of course, if you’d like to send me your own awesome photos I’d be happy to post/reblog them as well (with your permission of course).

Thank you my dear for an incredibly hot photo. I’m going to go take a shower. A very long shower.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#574)
She used to read me dirty stories in bed, but I swear she made up the parts in the middle.
One night while it was snowing, she warmed up the wine and cranked up the heat. She lit a candle that smelled like spring and we crawled into bed with Anais Nin and George Bataille. She made me lie on my stomach as she read out loud, and I only sat up for slow sips of mulled red and spices I didn’t know.
“Mary’s cunt is crimson and her dress covers nothing. I can still smell her sex on my fingers, but I miss her presence between my legs already. If I don’t fuck her again I’m never going back to Paris.”
“It doesn’t say that,” I said as I reached out for my glass.
“Be quiet,” she said, before she continued. “Mary’s brother says I’m a terrible influence, but I know he abused himself as he watched us last night, and I can’t get the image out of my head. His prick was red and hard, and when I pulled her mouth hardest against me he collapsed on the other side of the door. I believe he wants to fuck Mary as much as me, and frankly I don’t care.”
“You’re totally making this up.”
“Do you want me to finish the story?” she asked.
“Yes love,” I replied, and it was the truth. I was hard against the bed and I didn’t care whose words they were at all. In fact, the only thing that mattered was the sound of her voice.
“One day I’m going to have them both and I’ll write words on her thighs with my tongue as he fills me until I drown. Some nights the thought keeps me up forever, and I wonder if it’s my only hope. Maybe the more I lose myself in my dreams the less it will hurt to be awake. Maybe drowning will be my bliss.”
I rolled over and pulled her to me with a kiss that was long and deep. The thought of her drowning in anything did too many things to my mind for me to let go. She was wet between the legs as well as both her cheeks, and by the time I was inside her the book had fallen to the floor.
She didn’t open her eyes for hours, and I was afraid that if I said a word her dream might end.

—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.)

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#574)

She used to read me dirty stories in bed, but I swear she made up the parts in the middle.

One night while it was snowing, she warmed up the wine and cranked up the heat. She lit a candle that smelled like spring and we crawled into bed with Anais Nin and George Bataille. She made me lie on my stomach as she read out loud, and I only sat up for slow sips of mulled red and spices I didn’t know.

“Mary’s cunt is crimson and her dress covers nothing. I can still smell her sex on my fingers, but I miss her presence between my legs already. If I don’t fuck her again I’m never going back to Paris.”

“It doesn’t say that,” I said as I reached out for my glass.

“Be quiet,” she said, before she continued. “Mary’s brother says I’m a terrible influence, but I know he abused himself as he watched us last night, and I can’t get the image out of my head. His prick was red and hard, and when I pulled her mouth hardest against me he collapsed on the other side of the door. I believe he wants to fuck Mary as much as me, and frankly I don’t care.”

“You’re totally making this up.”

“Do you want me to finish the story?” she asked.

“Yes love,” I replied, and it was the truth. I was hard against the bed and I didn’t care whose words they were at all. In fact, the only thing that mattered was the sound of her voice.

“One day I’m going to have them both and I’ll write words on her thighs with my tongue as he fills me until I drown. Some nights the thought keeps me up forever, and I wonder if it’s my only hope. Maybe the more I lose myself in my dreams the less it will hurt to be awake. Maybe drowning will be my bliss.”

I rolled over and pulled her to me with a kiss that was long and deep. The thought of her drowning in anything did too many things to my mind for me to let go. She was wet between the legs as well as both her cheeks, and by the time I was inside her the book had fallen to the floor.

She didn’t open her eyes for hours, and I was afraid that if I said a word her dream might end.

—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.)

I Recorded a Story for Sonic Erotica

visit sonicerotica.com

I have a new story (okay, three stories) up as Audio posts. I recorded two of my blog posts, and one original story exclusively for SonicErotica.com. 

The longest one is called A Letter and I wrote it in collaboration with the awesome Hannah over at Sonic. It was fun to write, fun to record, and only mildly terrifying to listen to. 

I hope you enjoy it! You can listen here.

Read Me Something

"Read me something,” she said as she nuzzled against my cheek.

I rolled over and picked up my Kindle from the bedside table.  I had downloaded a shitload of smut recently and hadn’t read any of it yet.  I put my arm around her shoulder and she looked on as I scrolled through the collection of dirty works.

“That one,” she said.

I barely noticed the title when I clicked on it, but after ten years of reading Literotica.com I had an idea what it might sound like.  

“Once upon a time there was a very slutty wife name Sally who only wanted one thing in the whole wide world.  Wherever she went, and whatever she did, the only thing that would make her happy was a ginormous cock.  She liked coffee, and she enjoyed a good book, but she LOVED cock.  Like really loved it.”

“That’s not what it says,” she told me.  She was reading over my shoulder, and it’s possible that I was improvising just a bit.  

“It’s the general idea,” I said.  “Do you want me to keep going?”

“O’tay, but only if you don’t stray too far.”

I patted her on the head and pushed my glasses up over my nose.  I took a drink of water and picked the “book” back up with a cough.

“Well, this little wifey had a husband with an itty-bitty penis and she knew that no matter how much she loved him, she would never be happy unless she could also get pounded on the side by a real man with a real big pecker.”

“It doesn’t say pecker.”

“I know, but I can’t just keep saying cock over and over again.”

“Why not?  I do?”

I kept reading.

“One night their friend Bobby was over and somehow they all decided to get really stupid fucking drunk and talk about sex!  Her hubby was a little shy, but Bobby was more than happy to tell them about how he loved to fuck slutty wives with his giant cock (is that better?).  His only problem was that he was TOO big for so many women, and that made him sad.  If only there was a slutty wife somewhere nearby who could handle him!”

I looked over to see if she was still paying attention.  Her eyes were closed and one hand was under the covers.  I decided to finish the tale.

“To no one’s surprise, Sally promised Billy that she could take it.  Her husband tried to protest, but even he was so turned on by the idea of watching his wife get fucked by Billy’s huge pecker, that he didn’t put up  much of a fight.  Before anyone could say a thing, Sally was on her knees sucking their best friend’s cock!  No one could believe it, least of all her, but she knew pretty soon that if she didn’t get that monster in her snatchy-pie she was going to go totally crazy!

“I need him to fuck me, she moaned to no one in particular.  That’s right, said Billy.  Get on my big stick and ride me while your husband watches.  I bet he wishes HIS pee-pee was this big!

“Oh, thank you Billy, Sally cried as she pulled off her skirt to reveal her perfectly smooth honey pot.  She had shaved it just that morning, hoping she’d get to use it.  As her husband watched, Sally crawled onto Billy’s lap and slowly lowered herself down around him.  At the first two inches she screamed.  At the third and fourth she started begging. At the sixth inch she was moaning and clawing at his chest, and at the ninth inch she closed her eyes and started to cry.  When he finally had all sixteen inches of his rock hard man meat inside her, she was coming harder than she ever had in her whole whole life. 

“Sally came and came and came, and her husband sat and cried as he watched his wife fuck another man.  He knew inside himself that this would change everything.  From then on, Sally would need it every day, and nothing would ever be the same.

“I love you honey, she said when she finally finished the aria she was singing.  But I love this big love pole too.  Hopefully all three of us can be together like one big happy family.  One really really BIG happy family.

“Billy kissed her and said now she was a real woman.  Her husband laughed and smiled at them, and they all climbed into bed.  It had been a perfect night between good friends and everyone was tired.  They all kissed and finally drifted off to sleep.”

She looked at me when I put the book down, and I wasn’t sure what was going through her head.  She took off my glasses and kissed me.  She climbed up onto my lap, pulling her shirt off in the process.

“That was okay.  I think I like the original better though,” she whispered as she moved her panties to one side. 

“Now, fuck me with your big love hammer until I fall asleep.”

Guy New York