Sam Standish Tells Us About Making Men
We are very excited to have with us today the awesome Sam Standish here to hang out and tell us about their new erotic novel, Making Men. Please join us in welcoming Sam to our site, sit down and enjoy a few moments of sexy fun. How much do you love that beautiful cover?
Hey, everyone! First of all, many thanks to Nina and Beans for this opportunity to share with you today. They have a great site, and I am proud to be a part of it.
So, I’d love you to read my new erotic novel, Making Men. It’s as simple as that. Because I loved writing it, and I loved how it turned out. Somewhere online yesterday I read that the singer Eartha Kitt said (let’s see if I can get this right) that you’ve got to love yourself for all that’s special about you, and then share that love for yourself with someone else. As opposed to going around looking for someone to give you a love-injection from outside.
So I’m thinking it works the same way with books or any other work of art. You’ve got to be in love with what you made. Well, I definitely am, and I want to share it with you. Not just in the excerpt below, but I want to tell you about how and why I wrote the book.
I love men, and I love men’s bodies. I’m not choosey. Masculinity comes in a whole lot of forms, and I love most all of them, as you will see on my Tumblr. I have lots of “regular” guys there who I just happen to like for their character, for their souls. For their openness, for their grace, even if they are, technically, overweight or small-endowed or missing a limb or not my type but just beaming ear-to-ear with joie de vivre.
I didn’t make the guys in Making Men anything special physically. I don’t say a lot about their bodies; I let me reader project. One thing I am specific about in the book: they have generous souls, every one. They are seekers and givers. That was essential. Not that the book isn’t plenty hot, too. I love hard cocks and big spurts of cum and wide open, welcoming holes. There is not a part of my own body I wouldn’t give, however awkwardly, so these guys do what I’d do. Just with a little more grace! (And they’re younger so everything gets harder faster and shoots higher! Hey, there may be a message in Making Men, but it’s fun, too!)
I hope you enjoy the little taste I give you below. I hope it inspires you to read the whole book. It’s a real turn on, and it will make your heart swell up, too. The best erotica I’ve read speaks to the whole body, and so that’s what I set out to do. I hope you enjoy the ride, and thanks again to Nina and Beans for having me here today.
Title: Making Men
Author: Sam Standish
Publisher: Wilde City Press
COVER DESIGN CREDIT: Adrian Nicholas. (c) 2015 Wilde City Press
BLURB: Three passionate men. Tony and Kevin are older and have learned to give, body and soul, till it hurts. Into their lives comes another young man, wanting desperately to give and to take all he can. Together these three will reach heights they never imagined. And each will discover for himself where he has to go next. This is a tale of devotion and transcendence. A tale of young male bodies. A tale unlike any other you have ever read.
They settled into the front seat. Tony played with the dashboard buttons and heat blasted. The floods shined a blue-white sheen on the windows, and water twisted down the windshield like liquid silver. Tony slapped his nephew’s thigh hard, then twice more and held his hand there. The boy put his small, cold hand over his uncle’s, wriggled deeper into the seat and adjusted the front of his pants. Tony smiled and started the car. He turned to the boy again. The two young men did not speak, but for a little while silently shared the wonder of masculine love. Tony leaned over and again kissed the boy, lightly, leaving a tingle on his jaw. As he swung out of the parking lot, Tony adjusted the front of his jeans again. He saw the boy look. “Just relievin’ the ache,” he said.
The boy blushed. “Your penis is, like, hard?”
“Most of the time!” Tony said. “Yours?”
“Yeah…” the boy said, blushing deeper and looking straight ahead. He pulled at his pants again.
“It’s ’cause I don’t wear underpants,” Tony said. “The jeans rub right against it, and I get hard.”
“I want to feel my manhood,” Tony explained, “and be ready to take it out whenever.” He glanced at the boy, who sat still, staring into his lap. “You like it like that?”
“Mm… I guess,” the boy said. “I haven’t done much… I get hard a lot, though.”
Tony’s penis strained. “Ever shoot in your pants?”
“Um, maybe,” the boy said. “You?”
“Yeah. I see a guy in a class, really strong and capable, I might lose it right there. Try not to, though.”
“Why? I mean, it’s messy, but…”
“Listen,” Tony said. “Shooting’s the most important thing a man does. You should treat it special. Take your time, get totally naked, feel your hardness, see it, appreciate your balls, feel ’em hang, feel each stroke. You stroke for a reason. Then you come to the edge and you watch. Watch it come out, every drop.”
SAM STANDISH lives on the edge of a dark forest by a mighty river. Making Men is his first novel.