Straight No More E-Book

• Herausgeber: Bruno Gmünder Verlag
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 308

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

Beschreibung

He knows you do it better than his girlfriend. He may not say so, but you can tell by the sounds he makes, the look on his face afterwards, the awkward but grateful thank you. It s a flattery thing, he says. But whatever he tells himself, he enjoyed it! Best of all, it was easy. He didn t have to work for it. It was the perfect arrangement: he wanted to get off, you wanted to get him off with no strings, no drama, and no expectations. But what happens if he gets hooked? Straight No More!

Leseprobe

Contents

Introduction: Welcome to the Sexual Netherlands · Winston Gieseke

Playing It Straight · Mike Hicks

Rite of Passage · Joe Thompson

The Man with the Tiger Tattoo · Vincent Lambert

Ports in a Storm · Natty Soltesz

The Other Side of the Fence · Russell Clark

Lake Montauk · Brett Lockhard

As an Arrow · Rob Rosen

Under Pressure · Gregory L. Norris

Flipping Out · Adam L. Stuart

One-Eye Spy · Landon Dixon

Harry Does Hollywood · Pink Rushmore

Things His Wife Never Did · Ryan Field

Adam and Evening · T. Hitman

Rugby · Roger Willoughby

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Introduction: Welcome to the Sexual Netherlands

Just what does it take to get into the pants of a straight man?

There’s a line in Mart Crowley’s play The Boys In the Band in which one of the characters comments on another finally having his way with his straight crush: “With the right wine and the right music,” he says, “there’re damn few that aren’t curious.”

But while that sentiment may be true for some, it does not reflect the stories in this collection. Sure, there may be alcohol involved—or music—but these characters are “curious” for other reasons.

Many will say that a man who has sex with another man isn’t, by definition, “straight,” but those making this argument are likely confusing sexual orientation with sexual fantasies and sexual behavior. And these are far disparate concepts. What separates the latter two from the former, say psychologists, is the ability to evolve. While your fantasies and behavior are likely to change over time, your orientation isn’t.

In my mid-twenties, I was a volunteer for the Southern California HIV/AIDS Hotline, and after counseling each anonymous caller on safer sex methods or helping him or her find a nearby testing center, we were charged with the task of asking them a few statistic-gathering questions. But rather than inquiring if they were gay, straight, or bisexual, we were instructed to word the question this way: “When you have sex, do you have sex with men, women, or both?” For those having gay sex on the down-low, posing it this way was meant to remove the shame from their answer. After all, this was a non-judgment zone: We weren’t asking them to label themselves—we just wanted to know who they fucked.

While a discussion on the issue of so-called identity politics is far too word-intensive for the introduction to this book, it’s interesting to examine the various reasons a straight-orientated man might turn hetero-flexible and unzip for another man.

For example, a recently divorced guy could find himself adrift and not knowing which end is up until a benevolent gay man helps him find his way by offering an enjoyable no-strings-attached arrangement. Such is the case for strapping mechanic Frank Bertoli in Ryan Field’s “Things His Wife Never Did” and recently unemployed Vince in Russell Clark’s “The Other Side of the Fence.” Or the scenario could involve two friends—one straight, one gay—who seize a seemingly isolated opportunity to get closer, like the characters in Joe Thompson’s “Rite of Passage” and Adam L. Stuart’s “Flipping Out.”

Then, of course, there will always be the hetero-leaning married (or coupled) guy who, for whatever reason, chooses to stray from the heterosexual lifestyle (proving, once and for all, that being straight truly is a choice): Perhaps he isn’t getting his rocks sufficiently off at home, as suggested in Vincent Lambert’s “The Man with the Tiger Tattoo” and Mike Hicks’ “Playing It Straight.” Or maybe he’s in an über-evolved relationship with a woman who isn’t threatened by a little dabbling, as evidenced in Rob Rosen’s “As an Arrow” and Pink Rushmore’s “Harry Does Hollywood.”

And let’s not forget those, like young Spencer the Peeping Tom in Landon Dixon’s “One-Eye Spy,” who are just plain curious about everything relating to sex. Or studs like Connor in Brett Lockhard’s “Lake Montauk,” who are just so empirically hot that it seems no one—straight or gay—is immune from their sexual charms.

And last but certainly not least, there are those simply curious to find out if it’s true what they say about a man knowing best how to work a man’s equipment. This is likely the case for the horned-up college student in Natty Soltesz’s “Ports in a Storm” and the oft-obsessed-over Ray in Roger Willoughby’s “Rugby,” both men with monstrous endowments who are secure in their heterosexuality but want to know what it feels like to be worshipped by someone who truly loves to worship.

Whatever the reason—at the end of the day, it’s just sex, plain and simple. Which means that for the men featured on these pages, it doesn’t always have to be about personal gain, power, commitment, or procreation. Because after all, sometimes people have sex just for the fun of it.

Winston Gieseke, Berlin

Playing it Straight

Mike Hicks

The bartender slapped the pair of Rolling Rocks down in front of us so hard they both spit out a wad of foamy head. The thick liquid dripped down the sides of the long-necked bottles just like—

“Either of you guys need a glass?” he barked.

“Nah, we’re fine,” Chuck said.

We clinked bottles and were almost through the first chug when a loud bang coming from the corner by the pinball machine startled us. It was followed immediately by an outburst of profanity that began and ended with “Jesus fucking Christ!” The bar went silent as everyone looked in that direction.

Woody Cwiklinski was jumping up and down, shaking his fist. Looked like he’d tilted again and forgotten how hard that knotty pine paneling is. The flannel-shirted crowd gathered around the pool table cracked up laughing, and the bar’s atmosphere shifted back to Friday-night normal. Chuck and I went back to our beers.

“Thanks for coming out for a drink tonight,” he said.

“No problem.” I resisted saying something like “my pleasure” or anything else that might be taken the wrong way, not being sure yet what the invitation was about.

This being 2009, I could get away with being the only openly gay steelworker at the Clearfield Mill—but this also being small-town Pennsylvania, the boys from the mill didn’t usually ask me to socialize.

“I don’t get to go out after work like this too much,” he said.

“Yeah? How come?”

He chuckled. “Old ball-and-chain back at home.” He started nervously peeling the label from his bottle.

“Oh, I see.” I took another swig.

“But this weekend I’m a free man. Cindy and the kids’re spending three days with her mom in Altoona. I’m all by myself.” He cleared his throat and repeated it like maybe I hadn’t heard. “I mean, won’t nobody be at home but me.” He flashed a smile. Only then did it dawn on me.