Monday, April 27, 2015

Making Men by Sam Standish

Title: Making Men
Author: Sam Standish
Publisher: Wilde City Press
Genre: Erotica
Release Date: ebook, March 25; paperback right about now

Do you write in more than one genre?
Prior to Making Men I published so-called literary fiction, under another name. Presumably I will again. While I can spin endless erotic scenarios in my head, I think that thematically they are all variations on what I have already explored and exhausted in Making Men. The next step beyond Making Men might involve sex, but it would not be about skin-on-skin action.

What if any, is the hardest part of writing for you?
The aloneness. Even after you publish.

What inspired the story?
I just wanted erotica with lots of action, where the brevity and frankness of the leads-ups was part of the sexiness. I like guys to meet and get busy! But get busy doing what, exactly? I had several erotic scenarios in my head, and I found they had common threads. All involved men seeking something beyond normal experience, men who were curious, courageous and devoted. These are the men with whom I cast Making Men.

What are your 2 favorite careers?
Writer and editor, the two careers I have. If I had to pick two fantasy careers, it would be actor and physician. I would love to have the competencies involved in each.

What are some of your other favorite activities?
Other than making art, consuming art. After those two, who has time for anything else?

What is the hardest thing you ever had to do?
Grow up gay. But at the time I didn’t know that that’s what I was doing. It was that ignorance that made it so hard. I thought I was uniquely, unforgivably wrong and would never be right. Problem is, the feeling keeps surfacing, decades later, less in relation to sex per see and more in relation to other areas of life. For example, money can get all fucked up when you’re gay.

Favorite music, song or band?
Favorite band: The Who. More recent: Fiery Furnaces. Favorite solo artist: too many to choose one, but maybe I can boil it down to David Bowie for pop/rock, Mitsuko Uchida for classical, and Andrew Hill and Etta James for jazz. Favorite musical genre: totally impossible. Favorite song, Ellington’s and Strayhorn’s “Take the A Train.”
Are you usually late, early or right on time?
Early or right on time. I have huge anxiety about being late, going back to childhood.

Are you happy with your life for the most part right now?
No. I can’t sleep. I get maybe four hours a night. The rest of the time I lie awake worrying about the future and wondering why I bother to write.

If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
Antarctica, Brussels

What do you think would be the hardest venture for you to give up on?
 Writing my next book.

Sam Standish lives on the edge of a dark forest by a mighty river.
Making Men is his first novel.

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.

In the dark, the boy settled naked against his uncle. Their cocks had somewhat softened, but their hearts were full. “Tell me about Kevin,” the boy said.

“Couple of years ago, I was hangin’ at a frat party,” Tony said. “I’d taken care of some guys upstairs. You just went down the hall and jumped in on any action you liked. In one room, these guys were seeing who could shoot farthest. I’d been working my ass off, so I hadn’t shot in a while. I went in and stripped down. They had a table with a black cloth so you could measure how far each guy’s jism went. Mine went, like, six feet, and there was a lot. 

Way more than the rest. Inseminated the loser. Then we stood him in the corner and paddled him.” Tony felt his nephew’s body tense. “Finally, I put on my jeans and came down. I was still hard and leaking, looking for a beer.

“I saw this guy standing by himself. He looked tough but like he knew something. Goofy grin, but real physical, like, thrilled by having a body. Eager to use it. I figured he’d done tons of guys. Looked like he wanted to be naked, right there. He kind of was. Like an animal.

 He didn’t really wear his clothes. He just happened to have ’em on for the moment ’cause it was decent. You knew he didn’t meet a lotta guys he could ride all the way with. I sure as hell wanted to ride with him. He shot me a look, and I could see in his eyes and in this little smile he made that he was smart, too.” Tony felt the boy’s body become suddenly still.

“So I go over. His name’s Kevin. Been on his own a while, into drugs but cleaned up. He had these clear blue eyes—you’ll see—like, in spite of everything, what was deep down in them hadn’t been touched. He told me he came here on a scholarship, like I figured. My dick gets so hard for smart guys. Not guys who let you know how much they know. That ain’t a stud. Really sexy guys, they’re smart and they make you smart, too.

 You talk, and you find yourself inside the mansion that’s their brain. And it’s your brain, too. They see how you’re smart, and they invite you to play a game you can win. Smart, kind, and manly sorta go together.

 Grown up. Humane, that’s the word. Plus, jeez, you knew from his energy and his love of his body—how he breathed and how he smiled—that this guy loved double-timing all night. I wanted to get inside him.

“Now, smart’s great, but you’ve got to reveal yourself to the other guy. So after a while I told him how at the time I wasn’t feeling too inspired. I did my work, but I wasn’t focused. He says, ‘You need discipline.’ I said yeah, I had a schedule, a study pal, whatever. He shakes his head. He’s not impressed. My soul takes this awful plunge. I’d never have him. Meanwhile he’s saying, ‘No, man. I mean discipline...”  

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