What does male sexuality have to do with Martin Brant Novels?
Within the general brotherhood of man, concerning male sexuality, a significant percentage of men live with a closely guarded secret. More common than most people think, these men are dealing a same sex attraction. Most people, other than those they may have shared their secret with, don’t realize how many men have some degree of sexual attraction to other men. Contrary to most moral codes and various religious beliefs, these feelings are quite common and natural. They are feelings that number among the human emotions I deal with through the characters in my novels.
A writer’s first priority, mine included, is to tell a good story. Any writer worth his or her salt wants to create a thoughtfully written story and entertain those who read his or her work. It could be a murder mystery like my latest novel, Copperas Cove, where Jonathon Scott, recently divorced, leaves Pittsburgh to start a new life and finds himself entangled in the bigoted dramas of 1950s Mississippi; or a WWII action/adventure like The Partisans, where two men on an important mission in France stumble upon a bright new future; or a tale of romance like A Song in the Park, where two men at odds with their past cross paths and start facing life’s challenges together. Good stories have characters and characters have personalities, personalities that are very much a part of the whole and make for a more intriguing book. Often the character’s personality can be a story within a story, or it can be the story itself, as in books such as Catcher in the Rye, or my first novel Five Married Men.
Why the element of same sex attraction?
For me it’s a fascination with the vast diversity of human nature. It’s a part of the human race that, for various reasons, many don’t understand. Many of us have been indoctrinated to belief there is something wrong with being attracted to a member of our own sex, which includes the majority of those who are. These are the men who keep secrets, who often feel guilty, who somehow believe there is something wrong with them. Though you may not feel attracted to members of your own sex, you know someone who does. It may be your brother or sister, your neighbor or a colleague at work, your cousin or best friend; it may even be your husband or wife. And chances are you don’t know their secret exists.
Considered a blessing or a curse, or both, the degree of same sex attraction varies from one man to the next; from a mild curiosity that leaves him feeling either guilty or warm inside, to a full blown and exclusive attraction to one’s own sex. Though the same holds true for both men and women, my focus and my novels are about men (and the women in their lives). And for some reason, same sex attractions seem more prevalent in men, though it is also considered by many as more unnatural and less acceptable.
So why would an author that wants to write a compelling mainstream tale include characters with a same sex attraction? Maybe I believe human sexuality in itself is compelling. Maybe, through my novels, I would like to help broaden human understanding. Maybe a part of me wants to say it’s okay.
In answer to the question posed, definitely.
i love this last pic
I see what you mean, such a cute bottom and what wonderful baggage below, how generously endowed. How glorious it must to see closeup from the other side and when at attention.
However it’s the one before that really grabs my attention. On those rich golden sheets, his full rounded cheeks purposely parted to enjoy his anus in full view, his genitals on full show, and his lovers hand holding him open, all combine to a very definite turn-on. We all have our little triggers.
It brings to mind as a an early teenager, I guess was only 13 or 14 at the time, and my friend and I would go skinny dipping out at the local lake.
It was a private place and we would strip off and walk around the waters edge and explore, often holding hands.
Then one would lay down while the other (me most often) would sit on top with his bottom fully on show, to play doctors and nurses.
Parting, poking and prodding, and then leaning forward so my front would touch his bottom ever so briefly and both of us laugh innocently at our mutual enjoyment.
What fun it was. It was always our secret. Nothing sexual really, though it was around this time that the joys of masturbation entered my bedtime world and my other bodily love, the beautiful penis began.
Suffice to say those walks by the water have left their sweet mark for I have an abiding love of beautiful round male bottoms and their inviting sweet spot.
J x