Between these covers Jack Hart presents new erotic true tales from men unafraid to bare it all. Gay men describe in their own words the unexpected sexual encounters they've had with men who did not seem, at first glance, to be open to having sex with another man. Will a gay man introduce his small town's biggest womanizer to the pleasures of gay sex? What happens when a reporter interviewing a straight TV star (no names!) comes back with a titillating story? Here are surprising, sexy seductions between gay men and their "straight" bedmates.
An utterly delicious collection of steamy tales. Words cannot accurately describe the joy this book has brought into my life and my friends’. I found this gem in a second hand bookshop. Intrigued by the title, the narrow spine of the book peeking tightly squeezed in between thick volumes, I pulled it out, the man in the cover stared back at me and asked me “Straight?”; I think not. The prose navigates seamlessly back and forth from moonlight romance to graphic sex and beyond with such ease and humour it’s very very hard not to enjoy it. The ins and outs of closeted and forbidden relationships, the clumsiness and excitement of first time encounters, fashion, architecture, journalism, friendships, secrets, this book has it all. I gave it as a birthday gift to one of my sexiest girl friends and we spent the whole weekend fully engrossed in collective readings with our friend group in a village cottage. More than a book, a gift that keeps on giving; more than testimonies, a bonding experience; more than stories, a way of life. We discovered there’s a Straight 2 and we cannot wait to get our sexy hands on it.
This book was good for a laugh. I wouldn't necessarily call it erotic, though; every time that a scene would start getting steamy, Hart would write some ridiculous line about "savage man meat" or damp, odoriferous balls, and I just couldn't take it seriously.
I only read the first few stories in this book. “Christmas” is touching and well-written, but somewhat frightening. Two friends are hiking together. The narrator is fighting feelings for his friend. Eventually they come together, of course. What's frightening is that they’re both ostensibly straight. Did the women they've had mean nothing to them? Just window dressing? Tissues to be used? Or maybe it’s just a gay fantasy of what straight men are like, and not, after all, a “true story.”