Do m/m authors really watch gay porn, & other questions answered
By Cassandra Carr
I was trying to think of a topic for this blog, and I remembered there are a couple of questions I get asked a lot now that I've got a m/m book out. By far the most popular question is:
Do you watch gay porn?
The justification for this question is usually, "You don't have the right equipment, so you have to learn how it works some way, right?"
Yes. And no.
Here's the thing. Yes it's completely true that women have different plumbing than men - obviously - but that doesn't mean it's all that big a mystery. Sex is sex. And really, any author like me who's written a lot of m/f stories already knows how to write a good blow job or anal sex scene. Both are mainstays in today's erotic romances. Yes, two men having sex doesn't look exactly like a man and a woman having sex, but as far as being able to describe the actions, they're not that dissimilar.
You're a woman. (Ed note: Thanks for noticing!) How can you know how men think and feel to write a m/m book?
Um, the same way I know what my heroes are thinking and saying in my m/f books. Now as I've said, two men is not exactly not like a man a woman, but there are enough things that are the same with every man that it's not that hard to create realistic characters. How do I know what men think and how they feel? I talk to them. I'm married to one. I ask. That whole "I ask" thing seems to throw some people off. Yes, I ask. "Would you notice such-and-such?" or "What would you think if..." really do bring a lot of great intelligence your way. And all you had to do was ask.
What's so fascinating about male/male?
It's the same principle as a man getting hot watching two women grinding on the dance floor. What's better than one naked man? Two. And whether or not they're interested in "me" aka women, it's still sexy.
So what other questions do you have of an author who writes male/male stories? Ask me in the comments!
See the Light
Hockey player Jason Monroe lives a double life—star defenseman and soon-to-be Olympian on the ice and closeted gay man outside the rink. A serious relationship is out of the question, and Jason makes do with anonymous sex in barroom bathrooms, not willing to take the chance on coming out as gay in a decidedly macho sport.
Advisor to the US Olympic hockey team Patrick Parker knows a thing or two about being a professional hockey player who’s not out. He’s fifteen years older than Jason, and when he senses the sexy younger man is interested, he knows he shouldn’t give in to the attraction. The two men can’t keep their hands off each other, though, and with each heated encounter it gets harder to hide their relationship. Then their world blows up around them, forcing them into the limelight. Will their love survive or be put on ice?
Jason stared at the other man, the lust burning him where he stood. He moved even closer, like a moth to a flame.
What the fuck am I doing?
Apparently Patrick didn’t know either, because his expression became alarmed. “What?”
I can’t stop.
“I need to do this.”
Not giving Patrick a chance to react to his words, Jason grabbed him, one hand palming the back of Patrick’s head as Jason’s other arm snaked around the man’s waist, pulling him into Patrick’s rock-hard body. It was obvious the man kept in shape, despite his playing days being over, and a tortured moan escaped before he could stop it. Jason dived into Patrick’s mouth as the passion flared, melting him from the inside out. He hadn’t kissed a man in years, and he realized how much he’d missed it as the kiss went on and on, neither man willing to let the other go.
He could feel Patrick’s cock as it lined up with his, and even through layers of clothing Jason felt the heat pouring off the other man. It made him want to submit to anything Patrick desired, which confused him. Honestly Jason couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a man’s dick in his mouth, but right now he’d give just about anything to suck Patrick off.
Patrick pushed them backward until they crashed into the wall, never letting their lips separate as he took control of the kiss. With a growl, the older man reached down and cupped Jason’s ass, pulling their cocks even closer and rubbing them together. Jason turned his head to the side with a gasp to break the kiss before he passed out, but Patrick kept at him, scoring his teeth down Jason’s neck to his pulse point.
“So fucking hot.”