The Art of Slow Burn in Gay Erotica

Don’t Rush the Orgasm

I have a talent, like most people do. Mine just isn’t the kind you bring up at Christmas, Thanksgiving, church fairs or in corporate Zoom meetings where someone named Karen is taking minutes like it’s a court deposition. For those who read my work, you already know I write gay erotica. Well, it’s slow burn gay erotica too.

I can make you nut in under sixty seconds. There, I said it.
Yeah, it’s a bold claim, but over the years I’ve come to realise it’s true. The demographics tell me that a large portion of my readers are older gay men, a small portion are women (yeah, really) and the rest range.

What Makes Slow Burn Gay Erotica Hotter

I’ve got dedicated fans of my work who love the quick stories that bring them to the edge fast. There’s also a segment who love it when I paint the world slowly and carefully, like foreplay for people who actually read. Then that picture leads toward a sex scene that suddenly explodes into hardcore sex.

That’s the slow burn I’ve been writing more of lately, and both I and my readers enjoy it.

Why? Because it’s cerebral sex. As a good friend of mine reiterates after every hookup, good sex starts with the brain.

Great Scott: A Slow Burn Done Right

I can give you Scott, a mostly straight man who has had one bisexual experience before he meets Andy. He’s an electrician and Andy’s a carpenter. They meet working on a remote site in a dusty town one Friday, sitting out watching the sunset with beers. As chance would have it, somebody bought beers thinking the crew would be around, but they all wanted to get the fuck outta that town the minute they downed tools, leaving a thirsty Scott luring Andy into beers at the end of a sweaty and sawdust-filled week.

Scott’s been single for a while, and in that town, with limited options, he’s gone some time without nutting. So that Friday, with beers, a good-looking new buddy and nothing else going on, created the perfect moment for them to stop pretending they weren’t thinking about it.

And then things happened.

That trial story, which was intended as a “let’s get you off quickly” short story, blew up into a series. If you’re as curious as Scott and Andy are to explore that world, check out Sweat and Sawdust.

The Captain of the Football Team

In a story I recently wrote called The Captain, Steve is the captain of a football team with an injury that requires physiotherapy. Enter his physio, Graham, also married with kids, works on-site and manages all the footballers. He’s sort of friends with Steve, so it’s a shock to both on that fateful day when Steve finds himself hard and confused on the therapy table while Graham works on his “healing”.

The problem is that in that one moment, both experience a sudden awakening they cannot ignore.

That story blew up and I later created a part two, which has done just as well.

This tells me that my readers like a cerebral connection with the characters that’s more than “he was muscled, stripped, got his dick out, it throbbed and they launched into a three-minute and twenty-five second fuck. The end.”

Talented Like Deepthroating is a Talent

So yeah, I have a talent, and it’s creating characters that are easy to love. We all have a talent. The issue is that some of us never find it. Most people spend their entire lives performing some kind of role that’s adequate, that they’re good at, but isn’t necessarily their talent.

I was an adequate IT Project Manager for a very long time. That wasn’t my talent, but a job I did for money.

I’d love to know what your talent is and when you found it. Feel free to comment below.

If you like good, immersive, cerebral gay erotica, most of my stories are on Substack and SubscribeStar. Soon, once I get age verification and a better payment processor than the pearl-clutching ones currently mass-marketed, I’ll bring them home to my website.

The Wrong Types of Pearls

There’s something else worth mentioning. Platforms like Substack, Patreon and a few others swear they allow gay erotica… until they suddenly don’t. Plenty of authors have been suspended or outright banned because one pearl clutcher wandered into content that wasn’t even meant for them. Paywall, warnings, age gates, didn’t matter. They still hit the report button like it was a life mission.

We want more pearl necklaces and less pearl clutchers.

Some people see a locked door and immediately try to break in just so they can complain about what’s inside.

SubscribeStar has been the complete opposite. They actually cater to adult content and don’t punish creators for writing stories for consenting adults. So over the coming weeks, I’ll be moving more of my hotter, more explicit work there, where it’s safe to exist without worrying about surprise moral crusades from people who think two men kissing will summon a demon.

Bartering for Coffee

They’re subscription based, so you buy me the equivalent of a cup of coffee once a month for me to put a smile on your face. It keeps me pantless, out of corporate environments where I’m likely to blow Karen’s husband which could get me into a bit of trouble.

Want a free month to try out my content? Ask me.

And if your talent happens to be getting off in under sixty seconds… well, congratulations. I’m apparently your soulmate.

If your talent is simply being here, reading, supporting and escaping into these worlds with me, that counts too, and I mean that.

And if your talent is edging yourself on a train while pretending to read emails… keep doing God’s work. I see you.

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