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When I was just out of college I went on a trip with Joe, my
boyfriend at the time, to the mid-sized Illinois city where he grew up.
Most of his family still lived there including his brothers Mike and Lee
who, on our first night staying at Joe’s parents’ house, came over for
dinner.

His brothers were a total trip – loud and funny, constantly cracking
jokes at everyone’s expense, but so charming and good looking that you
just didn’t care.

Both of them were confirmed bachelors and they shared an apartment
together a few miles out of town, which I gathered was something of a
love den. Joe said even in high school his brothers were always fucking
the same girls, trading them back and forth like baseball cards.

“How was the trip down?” Joe’s mom asked me as I forked up some mashed potatoes.

“Not bad at all,” I said.

“That’s a long trip,” Lee said. He was a couple years older than Joe
and was pretty husky, but it worked on him. He had sandy blond hair and a
blond beard and dimples when he smiled, like a sexy teddy bear. “But I
guess the great thing about being gay is you could always just pull off
at a rest stop.”

“Meet a nice trucker…” Mike added. Mike was the oldest and, at first
glance, the most strikingly hot. He had black hair like Joe and blue
eyes, and was very tall with a killer body. His hairline was receding a
bit but it only made him cuter.

“Shut up,” Joe said.

“I don’t know what you guys are talking about,” Joe’s mom said, and got up to get dessert.

“So Nate,” Mike said, turning to me, “You guys are sleeping in
separate beds. Did you know that? Siriani house policy – can’t get laid
under this roof.”

“Goddammit, Michael,” Joe’s dad said.

“Dad, I’m just saying, our apartment is available if you guys need to, you know, have a little time to yourselves…”

“That’s enough,” Joe’s dad said.

“Yeah, for Christ’s sake guys,” Joe said.

“We’re just putting it out there,” Lee added.

“It’s very kind of you but I just figured we’d hit up the truck stop a
little later,” I said. Joe and his dad looked at me, shocked, but Lee
and Mike just up and lost it.

***

After dinner I was sitting on the porch with Joe and his brothers,
drinking the beer they’d brought. It was Friday night and Lee and Mike
were talking about going out.

Joe didn’t drink at the time and I could tell he was getting annoyed
with me. My relationship with Joe had been deteriorating for months up
that point. I was as exhausted by his judgmental, controlling ways as he
was by my childish, irresponsible ones.

“Hey Joe, why the long face? Who jizzed in your pudding?” Lee said.

“You gonna let your boyfriend go out with us, or what?” Mike said.

“He can do what he wants,” Joe said, delivering a pithy look in my general direction.

“Yikes,” Mike said.

“Lighten up, Joe. Jesus. Let him have some fun. Just cause you pissed
the bed doesn’t mean he has to lay in it.” I took another gulp of beer.
The ride from New York had been excruciating – we hadn’t talked to each
other almost the entire way. Now I was getting a buzz on and enjoying
the company of Joe’s cute, fun brothers, and I just did not give a fuck.

“I’ll go out with you guys,” I said, shrugging.

“Right on,” Mike said, reaching over. I gave him a high five. Joe got up and went inside without a word.

“I think we got you in hot shit,” Lee said.

“I think I already was,” I said. Mike slapped my back.

“C’mon gay boy, let’s go have some fun.”

***

We got in their Jeep and went to a bar on the edge of town. It was
pretty country and I felt out of my element, but everyone seemed to know
Lee and Mike. “This is my little bro’s boyfriend,” they said to more
than one scary-ass dude, and if anyone was homophobic they didn’t
express it.  Lee and Mike bought me shots and asked me about myself.
They were easy to talk to, and I was having fun.

I came back from the bathroom at one point and saw the two of them
sitting at the bar a few yards away, talking to each other. They looked
up at me at the same time, holding me in their eyes for what felt like a
minute before Lee said something in Mike’s ear that made them both
smirk. I never found out what they said.

We did another shot. Mike poked me in the shoulder at one point and said, “Hey Nate, see that girl over there?”

“Yeah. She looks like a slut,” I said.

“Oh she is,” Lee said.

“You ever fucked a girl before?” Mike asked me. I said I hadn’t.
“Wanna fuck her? You could if you wanted to, she’d do anything for us.” I
told him I most certainly did not. “We just thought you might want to
take a walk on the other side of the fence.”

“I’m fine,” I said.

“Joe’s pretty good in the sack, then?” Lee asked.

“He’s fine,” I said.

“Ouch,” Mike said.

“No, I mean – he’s great. Shit – you know what I mean…”

“He let you put it in his ass?” Mike asked. Even Lee balked at that one, but I wasn’t fazed.

“Yeah, he goes both ways, like me.”

“So you take it in the ass, too,” Mike said.

“Which do you prefer?” Lee asked.

“I guess I’m more of a bottom.”

“Nice,” Lee said, smiling at me, throwing back his beer. Just then the slut girl came up to us.

“Hay guys,” she said. Lee and Mike turned to her with hostile looks.

“What do you want?” Lee said.

“I’m just sayin hay,” she said.

“Get out of here, we don’t need you tonight,” Mike said.

“Whatever,” she said and walked away. Lee and Mike cracked up.

“She wanted you guys,” I said.

“God, who doesn’t?” Lee said.

“Hey Nate, answer me this: who do you think is hotter, me or Lee?”

I took a deep breath. “You,” I said to Mike, and he got this look
like he was very pleased with himself. He smiled at Lee who just
shrugged. “But you’re both hot.”

“I appreciate that Nate,” Lee said. “Besides, what Mike has over in me in looks, I make up for in other departments.”

“Whatever, dude, it’s not that much bigger than mine,” Mike said. Lee
winked at me. I had no idea what was happening at this point, but
having these two hot straight guys flirt with me was turning me on big
time. I was leaking in my underwear.

They asked me how many guys I’d slept with and I tried to give them
an accurate answer, but asking a gay man that question is sort of like
asking a whale how much plankton he’s ingested on any given day. It’s
not something that comes to mind.

“How many girls have you guys slept with?” Mike didn’t miss a beat.

“One hundred and nine,” Mike said.

“I’m around that too,” Lee said.

“You guys keep count?”

“You better believe it,” Lee said.

“We keep a journal,” Mike said. I trusted that it was true.

We did another round of shots. I was fast approaching a literal
tipping point. Lee asked me, “Have you ever slept with guys as hot as
us?”

“You mean not including Joe?” I said.

“Joe’s not as hot as us,” Mike said, lifting up his shirt to expose his cut abs.

“Fuck, I don’t know. I guess not.”

“That’s what we thought,” Lee said. “So…you want to?” I took a gulp of my beer.

“Yes,” I said. Lee and Mike smiled at each other.

“Let’s go then,” Mike said, and hailed the bartender.

“Yeah, let’s get the fuck out of here,” Lee said.

by Natty Soltesz

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A bunch of us rented a cabin for Memorial Day weekend. We
had a chill time, – some fishing, some hiking, mostly drinking a lot of beer and
hanging out in the hot tub. Our girlfriends left for work on Tuesday morning so he and I stayed behind to clean up and, at the same time, polish off
the last of the beer.

We had a couple hours so I suggested we take one last dip
in the hot tub. It had rained the night before and our swimsuits were still all
wet.

“Let’s just go in naked,” he said. “That’s how you’re
supposed to do it anyway.” We were laughing as we stripped down to the
buff and slid into the hot water. It felt so good.
I felt my cock rising for no particular reason. He noticed and nudged it with
his foot which got us both laughing again.

“Need a place to slide that in,
buddy?” he said, and flipped over. Resting his arms on the side of the tub
he raised his ass up out of the water. “You can use me now that the girls
are away,” he said. This wasn’t helping my hard on. He had a great ass and
he knew it – he was always sticking it in my face and making jokes about us
fagging out. Maybe it was the beer or the solitude of the woods but I decided
to call him on it.

“Maybe I will,” I said, and reached out to feel
his ass. He laughed like he was surprised I was touching him but he didn’t move
away from my hand. I felt the smooth hard curve of his cheek. My thumb was
flirting with the crack of his ass. “That feels good,” he said. I got
bolder and let my thumb graze his crack. When I pressed it to the tight slot of
his asshole he exhaled and pulled his ass away a bit. I thought maybe I’d gone
too far and tried to laugh it off. But when he flipped over he was just as hard as I
was.

“Damn, look how hard that got you,” I said.

“Not much harder than you, bro,”
he said, and reached over and took my cock in his hand. He stroked it under the
water. It felt so good. He was so close to me and he looked up and I looked in
his eyes and we just started making out. I’d never had sex with a guy before
and it was blowing my mind a little how absolutely hot it was. Probably because
it was with him, my best friend. I had him flip over again and this time I
licked his ass. It tasted like the chlorine from the hot tub but also like the
deepest part of him. It was a horny feeling, eating out his ass like that. When
I rubbed my hard cock against his ass he pressed right back. We both wanted the
same thing – me inside him – but I think we were both a little unsure of
whether we could make it happen. So I wound up just rubbing off on his ass –
fucking against his crack until I shot a load that went all the way up his back
and landed on the back of his neck. Then he flipped over and I jacked him off.
While I was jacking him I slid a finger up his ass – he came as soon as that
happened. It made my cock hard all over again, which he saw, and now that I’d
actually gotten inside him in some capacity I think we understood that we could
actually make it happen.

We got out of the hot tub but we didn’t put on
clothes. We showered the chlorine off ourselves and made some food and our
cocks kept going up as we walked around the kitchen. We both knew what was going to happen: I was going to fuck
him. I wondered if maybe we can keep the cabin for another night.

by Natty Soltesz

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The thing with my little brother started when we were just kids. He was always more outgoing than me. I was a nerd, I guess – I stayed inside a lot. Well one night we were in our bedroom after mom turned out the lights and he said he’d started doing this thing with his friends, that they were all cornholing each other. He told me all about what it was and how it worked, and asked me if I wanted to try it with him. I said sure. He grabbed the jar of Vaseline from the bathroom and got in bed with me. He showed me out to do it, grease up and slide it inside his asshole, slow at first. It felt so good. I came after a minute or two, inside him.

After that I wanted to do it all the time, and for a while we did it a lot. Always me cornholing him. And then as I got older I started to become more aware of what we were doing, and maybe he did too, and we stopped. Never really talked about it, but it wasn’t weird – it was just something we’d grown out of.

He came out as gay his first year of college. By that time I had a steady girlfriend and I never thought much about what we’d done back in the day. But then over Christmas one year, it happened again. I’d just broken up with my girlfriend. And he and I were getting pretty drunk and maybe even flirty. When he crawled into my bed that night I was ready for him. We did it just like we’d done it all those years ago, except now I was more aware of what I was doing, and better at it. I fucked my brother up the ass and man it felt good.

We just never quit after that. Not even after I got married and he got a steady boyfriend, who eventually became his husband. We just have a special relationship, something nobody would understand but us. I don’t get hung up about it. I look forward to when we get private time together though, for sure. For one thing, my wife can’t take the pill – she gets bad side effects – so we always have to use a condom. With my brother, I go in raw. It feels so good. Plus, we’re just in tune with each other. I can go really hard on him, just pound him for hours, and he loves it. Sometimes I think I like fucking him better than my wife. I kind of like that, I have to admit. When he says I fuck him better than his boyfriend does, that gets me hard.

by Natty Soltesz

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You know, we’re bi but we both have girlfriends. They don’t know we’re bi. They don’t know we still fool around sometimes. But it’s like, we’ve been friends since way before either of us met our girlfriends. It’s something that’s just between us. They don’t need to know.

It was always just jacking off and oral sometimes when we were drunk. But then the other day we were super horny and we were getting really into sucking each other off, like getting totally naked and even making out and stuff. Somehow it got really intense. And he was, like, on all fours sucking me with his ass spread out behind him. He reached back and started fingering his ass so I reached down his back and felt his hole. Slid a finger inside. He was moaning around my cock.

“I kinda want you inside me,” he said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah man,” he said, looking in my eyes. Fuck. I swear I almost came right then. I had to take my hand off my cock and it still oozed some cum out but I’d managed to stop myself from full-on losing it.

I’d certainly thought of it before. Ass-fucking him, I mean. Maybe even him doing me. But it seemed serious, like something we couldn’t go back from. But just then the seriousness of it was what was turning me on.

We made out some more. He climbed on top of me. My cock was so hard and it rode against his ass crack. He rose up and down, letting the tip of it slide against his asshole again and again. It started to kind of catch on it and then he bore down and it went inside a little. I pulled back.

“Should we use a condom?” I said.

“I don’t know,” he said. He was jacking himself off but he was as hard and on the verge of cumming as I was. He would stroke like once then take his hand off and his cock would be throbbing. Then he’d stroke again. But only one stroke at a time cause he was so close.

I got my hand wet with my mouth and reached down and spread the spit on my cock. He sat down on it some more and it just slid in so easily. Fuck he was so tight. We both moaned, looking into each other’s eyes.

“Maybe just feel it like this for a second before we put on a condom,” I said.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I can’t believe how good it feels.”

“I know,” I said. He sat down fully. It went in so deep. I was so tightly deep in him and I felt like if he moved at all I would cum. But we just held it like that for a while, me inside him, raw, not fucking, just feeling it.

“Should we stop?” he said.

“Fuck,” I said. “I don’t want to.”

“I know,” he said. He sat up a little bit. Sat back down. Oh man it felt amazing. Here’s the other thing: both of our girlfriends insist that we fuck them with condoms. Neither of them are on the pill. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been inside somebody bare. And there was the fact that it was him, you know? Like, I couldn’t imagine doing it bare with anybody else.

He was the one who finally checked us. He got up off of me, lay down beside me. We caught our breath. Made out some more. We both wanted this to last.

I had condoms right next to my bed so I rolled one on. Then I got on top of him. Put his legs up on my shoulders. His ass looked so good. Pink and wet and tight, but ready for me to slide inside. I used some lube this time. Slid back inside him. It felt good but not as good as it had without the condom.

I fucked him for a bit. Went slow and easy. There was the thought in my mind: I’m fucking my best friend in the ass. It was such a turn on. I got close to cumming so I pulled out. That was when he reached down and rolled the condom off of me. Even that – his hand feeling for the ring of the rubber, pulling it off slowly, then his hand stroking my bare cock…it was almost too much.

“Just once more?” I said.

“Yeah. Feels so good like that.”

“But I shouldn’t cum in you.”

“Right,” he said. “Just want to feel it raw again.”

“Yeah,” I said. I poised my cockhead at his hole. Pushed it inside. Went so slow I could feel every millimeter of my bare cock sliding along the tight raw ring of his hole. Looking right into his eyes as I did it. Both of us feeling the same thing.

“Can I pump it?” I said.

“Yeah,” he said. There was so much precum leaking out of his cock that it was pooling in his belly button. “Just once or twice, okay?”

“Okay,” I said. I pumped it once. Watched his cock pulse as I did. Paused there. Pumped it again. Real slow.

But then I did it again. And once more. “Fuck,” I said, like I couldn’t help myself. Maybe I couldn’t.

“It feel so good like this.”

“I’m fucking you man.”

“Keep fucking me. Fuck me till you cum, man.”

“No man, we shouldn’t.”

He took hold of his cock. Stroked it lightly.

“Just this once,” he said. “Cum in me.”

“I’m gonna,” I said.

“Oh fuck yes,” he said. “Cum inside my ass, dude. Fuck!” He started cumming. I mean, this huge spray of cum spouted out of his cock like a goddamn water sprinkler. It made his ass pulse around my cock. I went deep. Held it there and unloaded. One shot after the other, my nuts emptying deep inside him. Kissed him while I did it, our tongues wrestling as we lost it together. Nutting in him, nutting like a person is supposed to nut, deep inside somebody he loves.

by Natty Soltesz

New book of my gay erotic fiction available now: College Dive Bar, 1 AM

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We were goofing with each other all day, like we do. Except there’s something about being on a trip that makes you feel free, you know? When you get away from everything familiar.

So when we got to the motel room and he stripped down to his underwear I did it too. Then he got naked and I was cracking up and pretty soon he convinced me to do it too. It was hilarious, we were just hanging out buck naked. But it was also kind of a thrill – not even in a sexual way, just in a “fuck it, we can do whatever we want” way.

Then we were lying there talking to each other. We’d been sipping from the flask all night. He said I had a nice butt. I told him he did, too. He said he was getting kinda horny. I said the same. “Do you have a hard on right now?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Me too,” he said, and humped it against the bed.

We just laid there, humping our hard-ons against the bedspread, looking over at each other every once in a while and laughing. “Let me see yours,” he said finally.

“Only if you show me yours too,” I said. So we flipped over at the same time. His was really big hard. Mine was just average. But it wasn’t like either of us were thinking about that. We were just horny, and hard, and I swear we both started stroking them at about the same time. Gradually it went from goofing around to really getting into it, and it wasn’t long before we shot our loads. He was really loud about it, moaning and moving his body around. We looked in each other’s eyes when we came. I shot the hugest load – it went up over my shoulder. He came a lot too.

What was crazy was how natural it felt, how easily it happened. And when the morning light crept through the curtains I looked over and saw him looking back. He threw back the covers to show he was hard again, and then we went for round two.

by Natty Soltesz

New book of my gay erotic fiction available now: College Dive Bar, 1 AM

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College dive bar, 1 am…

Hey, man – how’s it hangin? Yeah, you can sit next to me.

That paper for communications class? No, I didn’t do it yet. My girlfriend’ll probably do it for me. Yeah, she’s smart as hell; helps me out all the time. Long as I’m givin it to her! You know what I’m talking about.

No, she’s out of town; visiting her parents. So yeah – no pussy for a couple days. What’re you gonna do.

Look at this place. I came here to pick up chicks, but it’s a fucking sausage fest. There was this chick earlier I was talking to – she’s actually in our class. Big tits, kinda obnoxious voice, sits in the back with that other chick…yeah, that’s the one. Whatever. She was looking pretty tore down. Yeah, I woulda hit it anyway, but oh well. Probably for the best.

Anyway.

Hey Lyddie, can I get two more shots please? Southern Comfort. Thanks.

Yeah, it’s no big deal. I’ll probably head home after this and pork my roommate.

You know him, right? Dean? Dude, don’t look so shocked. Yeah, I fuck him. It’s a pretty sweet deal I got going on, actually. Just slide my cock right up his ass and go to town. He’s tight as hell.

Shit, man. Quit looking at me like that. Maybe I shouldn’t have told you. It’s really no big thing.

Hell no, I’m not gay. Is he gay? I don’t know…maybe. But he’s got a girlfriend and everything so…

Yeah, dude, he loves it. In fact I know he’s fucking waiting for me right now. He’ll probably have his ass in the air by the time I get home, all fuckin lubed up and ready to roll. I just ram it up in him and go to town. He digs it man, fuckin cums all over the place before I even finish. Lets me jizz right inside him too. Not like he can get pregnant or anything, right?

How long has it been going on? Geez, I dunno – maybe a couple years? Since we were roomies in the dorms down the hall from you, I guess.

It just sorta happened one night when we were drunk. We were at the bar – in fact I’m pretty sure it was here. Yeah, cause Lyddie used to get us in even though we were underage.

We were talking and it was pretty late and we weren’t getting any play. You know, typical freshmen without absolutely no game.
Dean started talking about how we should just go back to our room and jack off. He had a new porno or something.

“I’m fuckin tired of jacking off,” I said, and Dean was like, “We can slip on some rubbers and fuck the mattress.“ Honest to god. I was laughing but he was totally serious.

“It’s better than using your hand cause you can hump the shit out of it. Just stick a bunch of hand cream in the rubber and stuff your cock between two mattresses.” I was dying by this point. Dean’s a fucking whackjob, he’s always coming up with crazy shit.

So I’m like, “Sure, let’s do it, I don’t got anything else going on.“ We go back to our room – we stopped at the 7-11 on the way and got some rubbers and KY – and we’re all hard and horned up. Dean’s got the tube of KY and he’s squeezing it onto his cock like it’s toothpaste. Then he does the same for me and he starts rubbing it in and I’m like, “Dude, just keep doing that and we’ll be fine.” But he’s like “Fuck no, I’m not jacking you off.“ Which – well…whatever. It just isn’t his thing.

So we lube up our cocks and slide on a couple of rubbers and stack our mattresses on top of each other. We’re fucking naked and hard and we kneel down side by side on the floor and stick our dicks between these mattresses. And I’m laughing but at the same time it’s actually kinda hot. The rubber keeps your cock from getting all scratched up, and it’s full of lube so it’s wet and squishy and weight of the mattress is pretty tight.

I look over and Dean is going to town; he’s got his knees kind of spread apart and his butt is sticking out. I’m getting into it too and Dean looks over at me and just smiles. We start showing off for each other, like taking it slow, pinching our nipples as we sweet-fuck our mattresses, taking our cocks almost all the way out and slamming them back in. Dean’s watching me and I’m watching Dean, and you know he’s got this kind of beefy butt…it really looks good as he’s backing it up and rocking it forward. I guess that’s when I started to get the idea…

This is an excerpt from my new story collection, College Dive Bar, 1 AM, out July 27 in ebook and print editions from Go Deeper Press. The gorgeous wrap-around cover art above is by Michael Kirwan.