Buy it now from Rebel Satori Press.
I have been reading gay erotica since I was old enough for
it to matter and writing and/or editing it for the last ten years. Frankly at
this stage of the game for me, it’s less about the sex and more about the set-up;
less about cock and more about character. But I have to say, Natty Soltesz’
Queer Mojo release Backwoods bypassed my cerebral instincts and went
straight to my lap.
This fine collection of fuck stories takes place in
fictional Groom, PA at various locations throughout the town. Not all the
pieces share the same characters, but some appear in more than one story (like
Michael Graves’ excellent Dirty One). And, also like the Graves book,
the town is another character rather than simply the setting. Nowhere is this
better embodied than the opener, “The Train,” which sees a masturbating
conductor guiding his steel steed through the small burg:
“ The train tracks,
though, they’ve been there forever. They’re
part of the landscape. Most of these towns are built
from the, not
the other way around. So the train runs behind
backyards and back doors and on through the woods’ a
hidden places and secret spots.”
Groom’s many secret spots is the residence of an out gay couple and the object
of public scorn among the population. In the two-part “Homo Hut” that bookends
the rest of the stories, Randy and his husband Dom have all manner of sex with
both single and married guys as well as the young thug Randy catches defacing
their house with a can of spray paint. There’s also gym sex, parked car sex,
teen circle jerks (complete with come-covered cookies), treehouse sex,
teacher-student sex, father-son sex, and brother-in-law sex.
Well, yes. But Soltesz embraces and inhabits them so fully, with such lustful
wonder and horny detail that he makes them new again. You’re halfway through
the scene before you realize that you’ve seen this done before—though rarely so
well done. He manages to defibrillate the sexual heart of these worn
devices and send the blood flowing straight to the readers’ genitalia.
Soltesz’ talents are many. As one of my favorite pieces, “The Opera House,”
proves, he can also create wonderful characters. In this story, ostensibly
straight roommates Cody and Britt begin a sexual relationship by “helping each
other out,” soon breaking all their taboos as they graduate to oral and,
finally, anal play. After all, it’s just sex. Or is it? Cody finds out how
emotion can creep into a strictly good-time relationship. And ruin it.
is a hot read—made even hotter by Michael Kirwan’s great illustrations.
Altogether, it’s a wonderfully well-stuffed package. I can’t believe I just
Reviewed by Jerry Wheeler