‘Hard and Fast’ by Sean Wolfe

Author: Chuck Forester

November 22, 2010

Hard and Fast (Kensington) was a good read. It met my criteria: My dick responded.

I was relieved to pick up a book or porno and after reading the first two pages know I wanted to read the rest of the story.

Sean Wolfe is a compassionate, erotic master. His characters come alive as human beings as well as sexual objects. The price is right, too. For the cost of a meal at Sizzler, you get a couple hours of dick hardening with this collection.

The first story, The Good Boy, Part I, is one of a young boy and a church youth counselor. Even if the story had got only as far as Axom, the boy, being aroused seeing the counselor, it would be enough to stiffen a dick.

There is more; it’s a believable situation if you’re Catholic, with hard dicks, lots of dick sucking and some affection.  All is well in the end, cum is spilt, and the two say they’ll keep meeting.

The second story involves twins, which is always interesting. They connive to get two jocks from high school to show up at their pool party. After the straight jocks get drunk, the twins shoo the rest of the guests out and, not surprisingly (this is porno), the jocks want the twins to suck their dicks. So far, so good.

Then the jocks want the twins to get down on their hands and knees to be fucked, which is what the twins wanted in the first place. That happens, but the story loses a bit of believability for me—drunk straight high school kids, unless I’m wrong, aren’t going to be very good at fucking asses, although according to one of the twins they are. But, again it’s porno. If you have serious blue collar fantasies of being taken by teenage drunks, this could be your thing.

A closeted priest has a large uncut dick in the third story, with a tanned surfer having only a decent dick, which is a nice reversal of expectations.

Always one for authenticity, I noticed the author slipped up when he wrote about magnet-attracting metal; magnets attract iron, not other metals like tin, aluminum and lead.

They Call Me Mr. Tripp is written in the first person, which increases the immediacy of the story, as this quote illustrates:

“I took a deep breath, and then gasped as the big head popped through my hole. I grabbed the comforter on either side of me, and every muscle in my body tightened in protest. The pain shot through my ass and guts, and then tingled its way through my veins, reaching every pore of my body. I gritted my teeth and buried my head in the pillow, and counted slowly to ten.”

In the first person, it’s easy to assume the author is speaking for himself, but that’s not always true. This story is refreshingly honest about the speaker’s journey from a small town in Texas to college in Nebraska, then San Francisco and Boston, hoping to find himself. He has one fabulous relationship and several lousy ones and drinks a lot of vodka along the way.

A compelling scene is his dream of being with his dead lover Trent and their tumultuous sex. In the end, he returns to his small town after a classmate he idolized in high school finds him on Facebook. When he learns the guy is gay, despite his protests that once again he’ll ruin the relationship, they get together as the one gay couple in town.

Sean Wolfe is an entertaining author who writes solid pornography. His penchant for dimples, great bodies hidden under clothing and thick veins on dicks is evident in all his stories.

They vary in tone and character, and they are the perfect vacation read.  Or, for hot jack off sex, a chapter a night will keep your shorts stained, but unless your mother is still doing your laundry, who cares about that?

Hard and Fast
by Sean Wolfe
Kensington
ISBN: 9780758255723, paperback, 352pp