Brorotica: Five stories of straight men and gay sex

Sometimes being super straight is a little gay.

Brorotica is a collection of five short stories about straight men who find themselves drawn to each other in unexpected ways. From a football game to the boardroom, each story explores what often goes on in typically masculine spaces.

In the story Brotastic a friend asks his buddy a simple question: what's it like to be with a dude? Luckily it doesn't take much for him to find out.

In Branding 101 we follow a marketing director who is frustrated with his company's inability to present themselves professionally. When he gets called into his bosses office for a scolding, he turns the tables around and shows him what it really takes to succeed.

In Beer Pong , two young men find themselves in Hoboken with a couple of girls who know how to push their boundaries. As they try to impress their new friends, the boys get closer and closer until they pass everyone's expectations.

Football brings wto buddies together for some afternoon fun in the park. But when they head back home for some beers, it turns out that one of them has a bit of a crush on the other's wife. To complicated matters, they throw on a porn movie and discover that jealousy and desire make good bedfellows.

And finally, A Letter finds our narrator writing to an old friend about an afternoon they shared years ago. A hot shower, a cold rain, and unspoken desires lead to something neither of them can forget.

Each story contains explicit sex and intended for an adult audience. The book is 10,000 words long.


Excerpt from A Letter:

It was raining on 15th street. You always had good luck following you around, and for that whole year you lived in a great apartment with the prettiest girl in New York City. The rain used to sound on the skylight in her bathroom and even in the other rooms we could hear it. Was it the type of glass or the shape of the window? I think you had an answer, but I don't remember what it was. All I remember is the sound.

By the time I got to the door I was soaking wet and your roommate was in class. Or maybe she was working? Sometimes, I think I'm getting old.

You made me tea and gave me a bathrobe so we could dry my clothes on the radiator. We were so used to running around naked that we didn't think anything of it, and I held the tea close to my chest so the warmth might run through me. You laughed and told me I looked good with my hair soaking wet. I promised to get caught in the rain more often.

I know that it was you who offered to run a hot shower for me, and I know it was you who turned it on and waited for the water to reach the right temperature. But who suggested you join me? Were we just laughing and smiling or did we know? We had been in hot tubs, saunas, and lakes for most of our lives, so maybe we didn't think at all. It was chilly but the water was hot, and when we both climbed in we could still hear the rain on the skylight despite the noise of the shower.

You know, I told my wife this story when we first got together. She asked me if yours knew, and I didn't have an answer for her. Did you ever tell her? Did you ever think about it again? Maybe it really was just a dream. Sarah laughed and shook her head as if she hadn't expected anything else. I wonder what Mina would say.

What I remember most is your hands on my back as your rubbed the soap into my skin. I could feel your calluses from too many hour of playing guitar, but even they felt good as your massaged my muscles under the falling water. You rubbed my shoulders and you rubbed my back.