Virgin Gay Werewolf First Time Sex
Fiction & Literature, LGBT, Gay, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy
| Author: | Skye Eagleday | ISBN: | 9781310563409 |
| Publisher: | Skye Eagleday | Publication: | February 20, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Skye Eagleday |
| ISBN: | 9781310563409 |
| Publisher: | Skye Eagleday |
| Publication: | February 20, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Joshua's life sucked in more than one way. He was a pure blood Werewolf who had not Changed by the time he hit his 18th birthday—but remained stubbornly human. And he was still a friggin virgin! The only bright spot in his life was his hunky college roommate he got to eye rape every night when Chad fell asleep. But when a 3 word handwritten letter arrives from Joshua's father: “Keep The Secret,” Chad starts to pressure Joshua to reveal what his family Secret is. And Chad isn't afraid to use his body as the bait to find out. Joshua knows the penalty for revealing The Secret—that Werewolves are real. The penalty is Death. How far will Chad go for an answer? How badly does Joshua want to lose his virginity? Better dead than a virgin, right? Or at least that's what an 18 year old college freshman might think. (A fun story for readers 18 or older-- featuring a very hot to trot Werewolf to be and an extremely flexible roommate who feels “labels are so twentieth-century” when it comes to sexuality. Get ready for a major steamy college dorm romp with the most sex-starved Werewolf you've ever read about and what it's like to suddenly have your dreams come true.)
Excerpt:
I sat down on the bed next to him and kicked up my charm to Nova level. I knew from experience it could melt the panties off girls. “Let's make a deal,” I said in a conspiratorial tone. “Tell me your secret and I'll give you a kiss.”
“What?”
“Josh, I've known you were gay since we met during Orientation. I can feel your eyes on me all the time. I even started sleeping in just my boxers because I enjoyed watching your reaction. No biggie. So—I know you've wanted to kiss me. Here's your chance. Trade you a kiss for your secret.”
Joshua
Damn, if he had offered me more than a kiss, I'd out every Supe in the state. I had already identified a Werepanther who was in the front row of Pugmire's class. You can always tell a Werepanther from the smell. But keeping the Secret was something we were raised with from the time we could talk. After the major massacres in the 1600s, most Supes went underground and had signed treaties to keep the Secret. There were Enforcers who took out chatty Cathy Supes—or at least, that's what we were told. I had never met one. Maybe they were our version of boogie men.
“No,” I said firmly. “And is it that obvious I'm gay?”
“Well, yeah. It's like your eyes end up velcroed to every guy's crotch or butt. I think it's funny."
Joshua's life sucked in more than one way. He was a pure blood Werewolf who had not Changed by the time he hit his 18th birthday—but remained stubbornly human. And he was still a friggin virgin! The only bright spot in his life was his hunky college roommate he got to eye rape every night when Chad fell asleep. But when a 3 word handwritten letter arrives from Joshua's father: “Keep The Secret,” Chad starts to pressure Joshua to reveal what his family Secret is. And Chad isn't afraid to use his body as the bait to find out. Joshua knows the penalty for revealing The Secret—that Werewolves are real. The penalty is Death. How far will Chad go for an answer? How badly does Joshua want to lose his virginity? Better dead than a virgin, right? Or at least that's what an 18 year old college freshman might think. (A fun story for readers 18 or older-- featuring a very hot to trot Werewolf to be and an extremely flexible roommate who feels “labels are so twentieth-century” when it comes to sexuality. Get ready for a major steamy college dorm romp with the most sex-starved Werewolf you've ever read about and what it's like to suddenly have your dreams come true.)
Excerpt:
I sat down on the bed next to him and kicked up my charm to Nova level. I knew from experience it could melt the panties off girls. “Let's make a deal,” I said in a conspiratorial tone. “Tell me your secret and I'll give you a kiss.”
“What?”
“Josh, I've known you were gay since we met during Orientation. I can feel your eyes on me all the time. I even started sleeping in just my boxers because I enjoyed watching your reaction. No biggie. So—I know you've wanted to kiss me. Here's your chance. Trade you a kiss for your secret.”
Joshua
Damn, if he had offered me more than a kiss, I'd out every Supe in the state. I had already identified a Werepanther who was in the front row of Pugmire's class. You can always tell a Werepanther from the smell. But keeping the Secret was something we were raised with from the time we could talk. After the major massacres in the 1600s, most Supes went underground and had signed treaties to keep the Secret. There were Enforcers who took out chatty Cathy Supes—or at least, that's what we were told. I had never met one. Maybe they were our version of boogie men.
“No,” I said firmly. “And is it that obvious I'm gay?”
“Well, yeah. It's like your eyes end up velcroed to every guy's crotch or butt. I think it's funny."
