Fifty Shades of Gay

Fifty Shades of Gay

Skye Eagleday

Introduction

The LGBT Community has never been about everyone being the same. Indeed, most LGBT people learn to survive by trying to figure out in what ways they are different from the hetro normative world, and (often at a young age) trying to then figure out how to hide those differences. This is why, in the comedy http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d3/e3/11/d3e311f3f2b99000a684bde5058f08e5.jpgclassic movie Airplane, a punch line is a kid being asked about his preference for certain types of movies.

For a number of kids, there might have been a very special interest in Tarzan movies (and trust me, the size of Lord Greystoke’s loincloth varies from movie to movie. For others it was about watching shirtless professional wrestlers on the small screen. http://www.erbzine.com/mag19/gsls09h6.jpg

But what’s a turn on for someone (regardless of sexual orientation) can vary greatly. Even in the straight community, not all heterosexual men want to fantasize about a woman with breasts so large she’d have trouble sitting up. Then start throwing in specific kinks, and options become important.

So—I’ve had fun writing across genres to look at different ways in which man on man action can vary. It makes me think of the haunting Eurythmics’ song of Sweet Dreams: http://41.media.tumblr.com/19db8c6e922f950f89c75894dd67124f/tumblr_nzmuy49kLH1tg3dooo1_400.jpg

So—here are some stories where what is specifically sought—and offered—may differ but each has a focus on what draws one man to another—or to an orgy.

Table of Contents

In His Dreams

Devin's best friend knows that right before he passes out when they're partying, the former linebacker will bring up his secret sexual fantasy. Straight Devin wants to be serviced in his sleep and then have the guy leave, so he won't even remember the next morning what happened. Devin wakes up a lot of mornings not remembering the night before. This way he can stay straight but still have his fantasy. His best friend introduces him to an App that matches fantasies. The next night finds Devin in his jockstrap, ready to take an ambien and enough tequila shots in preparation for his night visitor. His friend is in the next room, just in case anything goes wrong. Will Devin end up losing his virginity with that magnificent ass displayed in his jockstrap on top of his sheets? 

My Sissy Cuckold Life

Timid and runt-sized, Chris Jensen was twenty-three and still a virgin. He thought he had succeeded in finally getting his V-card stamped by marrying Sarah. He had convinced her to put off sex until their wedding night since every time a woman had seen how small his package was they either left him or laughed at him and left.

When Sarah discovers he could masturbate through the tines of a fork she’s had enough of pretending to be a good girl. One phone call and her former lover is at the door. A Black guy big enough to play in the NFL who looks forward to joining forces with Sarah to turn Chris into a Sissy Cuckold forced to service his wife’s lover.

Big Bad Incubus

Luka is everyone’s sexual fantasy figure. Tonight he felt the ceremonial Call of a woman seeking revenge against the man she believed had wronged her. In other words, a typical evening. But there was nothing typical about the beautiful Jemma, who was lighting the final candle to Summon an Incubus. She demanded revenge. Tucker is a homophobe, she said, her voice filled with anger. I want him to suffer humiliation, so I command you to seduce him—make him your unresisting bitch.

The Incubus discovers Tucker is like Jemma. Both carry an unknown Supernatural heritage and their interactions with Luka will bring all three to new heights of passion and Power. In another time, the couple would have become Shamans.  But waking these special abilities for two modern day humans in the middle of a lover’s quarrel could pose all sorts of danger to everyone around them. Can the sexy Incubus use his skills of seduction and ultimate lust to save them all?

Bound To Feed

He had fled a small town and small minded people who criticized him for being chubby and for being gay. He was loving his new life at the supportive environment of his university. Away from his mother’s constant nagging him to lose weight he was enjoying campus food and parties so much after only a few weeks his clothes were already getting tight. His gut was making a welcome comeback. But this Freshman has limited experience and much of it is directly from kink sites on the Internet. He knows his kink. He’s been drawn to fat guys as long as he’s realized he was attracted to men. He wants to be a fat man himself.

A fated encounter with a ball-bellied Leather Daddy is about to introduce him to what life is like away from his laptop as an actual gainer introduces him to life as a fat Pigg.

Wayward Wolf

Blake is a hot and horny werewolf who is great at keeping his Supernatural identity a secret. But he’s not nearly as good at hiding the fact he’s slept with his girlfriend’s best friend. Now Liz is after revenge via local legend: Stan the Man. It’s said Stan can turn a straight man gay. Liz doesn’t believe that but blackmailing Blake into the public humiliation of man on man action is good enough for her. What neither one knows is that Stan the Man has a special secret of his own that will change Blake’s life forever.

Duck Dy-Nasty

What do you get when you cross the Biggest Bearded  Bottom in Louisiana with a bunch of incredibly horny gay guys armed with paint guns? Just add alcohol and you get a really wild evening you’ll never forget. You should probably put a condom on  your E-Reader when you read this, just to be safe. 

Sissy Academy

When Billionaire Alexander Pratt hosts a Halloween Costume Party he is drawn to Benji, a young employee in full drag. The young man’s beauty convinces Alex and his dominatrix wife to choose him for their very special training as a sissy slut boy. When Benji passes out at the party and wakes up in his boss’ special play room, he’s given a choice. Get fired and deported back to his home country for his drug use—or accept his new role as an ultimate sissy. Which would you choose?

Virgin Gay Werewolf

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 watch 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. 

McKay’s Werewolf Ways

McKay’s world and heart shrank when his grandfather died. While settling his estate a chance meeting with Mahihkan, a hot and sexy Metis artist, is about to teach the red-headed professional model that the world is much larger—and more magical—than he ever imagined. It’s also more dangerous as he discovers his new companion is really a Loup-Garou—what the Metis call a werewolf. In the U.S. to install a new art piece, Mahihkan is considered a lone wolf without a pack to depend on for protection. The arrangements he made with the local packs have just fallen apart when a werewolf has been left for dead in the Turtle Island Maze Mahihkan created. Now he fears not only for his own life but McKay’s as well. What happens when a human discovers the Supernatural is real? The policy is elimination of humans who know The Secret.

(This gay werewolf romance introduces McKay in his first encounter with paranormal romance. His story will continue with Roots & Fangs: Scottish Shifter Romance, McKay’s Serial Killer Shifter, and Master of Storms). 

Sins of Father Wolf

Martin Stone has just been ordained as a Catholic Priest. But he wasn’t Called to the Church—he entered into the seminary to escape. As a child he saw his father turn into a demon with fangs and claws. He saw his father rip a man apart.  Every full moon he has prayed while clutching his rosary that he will not become his father. But the forbidden love he has for his fellow priest—the handsome Alex Hernandez from Puerto Rico—will teach him that true abomination is not in being who you are—it’s in rejecting the way God made you. 

Buck and Billy

Buck and Billy (Tales of the Weredeer) Billy is in his own words, an annoying twink and a power bottom who is extremely good at being Billy. A chance encounter in an almost magical garden leads to a night of amazing passion with someone who might be a one-night stand—or something more. His name is Buck and he actually is magical. His people are called the Puwelschen, but the local Native Nations know them as the Deer People, and they have carefully guarded their secret existence for generations from White people who might not be as accepting of shapeshifters. See what happens when Billy’s own gifts trigger Buck’s transformation when the moon is not yet full.

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In His Dreams

Skye Eagleday

So, Devin said, his words starting to slur after the last tequila shot. He had a fresh one lined up, and in my vast experience, he probably wouldn't be remembering this conversation when he woke up tomorrow. He was one of the fortunate guys I know where he passed out, but never came to with a hangover. He joked it's because he has memory loss and doesn't remember drinking, so in his mind, of course his body doesn't end up with a hangover. Me I wasn't so lucky. Which was one reason I was a couple of shots behind him.  I know my limits. Tell me your secret sexual fantasy—one you've never told anyone before.

Actually, this was a signal he was already well on the way of passing out, since this was a question he ends up asking me at least once a month when we go out partying. I tell him and then the next morning it's like he's punched the reset button on his mind. He never remembers asking me and never recalls my answer.  Then after a certain number of shots, the question comes up again.  At first I got frustrated by this.  I mean, I think it takes a lot of trust to tell your actual deepest secret sexual fantasy to someone, even to my best friend I had known since middle school. Then I started treating it as a joke, and since he wouldn't remember anyway, now I made up a new deepest secret sexual fantasy every time he asked me. It exercised my creative muscles, not to mention my libido. A few times I've even come up with some that have freaked me out, but they don't tend to phase him.  He'll just smile and nod and knock back another shot.

Um, I said, putting my empty shot glass down beside his.  Zombie sex.  I want to do it with a guy whose dick is about to drop off while he lovingly murmurs to me how wonderful he finds my brain. I think Zombies get a bad rap just because they're like, Dead Head Americans.

Sure enough, Devin nodded sagely and replied, Righteous, bro.  You should definitely do it. Then he knocked back his last shot.  I was pretty sure he wouldn't be in any shape to order another round.

You know what I have fantasies about? he whispered.  Well, yeah, I do, since I get to hear this same conversation on a monthly basis. I could probably tell him word for word what he's said each time.  I even considered saying that's my secret fantasy the next time he brings it up, but frankly, I found it about as erotic as humping a zombie.  He looked around to see if anyone could overhear him. Standard. Devin was a big guy?had been a linebacker in high school, but he never was able to put on the meat to do a good job. He just ended up a very tall and muscular handsome guy now we're in college. Although given his love for beer and fast foods, I suspect by the time he graduates, he'll finally have the linebacker build he couldn't accomplish in high school.  As he glanced around I could tell he was being checked out by a few chicks and a couple of guys. Devin made certain to bring up the fact he was straight at every opportunity?until he was on his fourth shot of tequila.

Satisfied we were out of earshot of his admiring audience, he leaned over so close I could smell the lime on his breath.  I could smell the alcohol before he leaned over. I want to be taken by a guy while I'm passed out.  It's the only way I'd ever have sex with a guy. And then the next morning, I want him to be gone and I won't remember anything about it. He held the empty shot glass up to his lips and then looked disappointed when he realized he had already polished it off.

Righteous, bro, I seriously intoned. You should definitely do it. OK, that should seal the deal and I got ready to help him leave before he passed out.  He should be right on schedule.

He looked down at the empty glass he was still holding, as if he could force it full by sheer strength of will. Devin's definition of a drinking problem was running out of drinks. I examined him more closely, and he seemed pretty vertical.  I don't know, maybe there was a rogue moon bouncing around his astral chart, keeping him barely sober past his time.  Or more likely, the bartender had watered down his tequila. Devin wouldn't notice, but it would explain why he was still standing. I was ready to go.  I stopped and considered how much easier it would be if I didn't have to half carry his 200 pounds (and growing) body out of the bar. That gave me an idea.

You know, Devin, I looked him directly in those baby blues of his, there's an App for that. His eyes widened. He seemed to be following the conversation. That was a first for 1 am on a Friday night (well, OK, Saturday morning). Yeah, it's like a kink site.  You register and share your fantasy and then people respond to it.  You could negotiate with guys who responded to you, where they'd do what you wanted?come in after you've passed out. Then they'd leave before you came to.

Are you kidding? he asked, his voice soft. Actually, I wasn't. I had just read about it on the  Towleroad site. There were a lot of joking comments left about what happens when you cross Grindr with Fifty Shades of Fuck.

Yeah, I replied. Let's go back to your place and you can open up an account and see the guys out there who have a fantasy about being a night visitor to a sleeping stranger. He looked a little confused.  Hey, it makes sense that if you have a fantasy about being serviced that way, there have to be guys out there who fantasize doing the servicing. That's the way the Universe has of keeping things in balance. For every chubby, there's a chaser. For every top there's a bottom.

He stood up, a slight frown on his face.  You'll show me this site? I nodded and walked with him towards the door.

Long as you have some beer and leftover pizza at your place, I will be happy to show you how to log on. I was pretty confident there would be beer in his fridge. I wasn't as sure about the leftover pizza.  These days he didn't leave a lot of leftovers. He still had a good body though.  Still solid and looking jockish. Enjoy it while you can.

His place was just a couple of blocks away, which I'm sure saved him a ton of money from potential DUIs. Actually, Devin would mostly likely avoid a DUI because he would pass out before making it to his car. We walked into his place and tossed our coats on the chair by the door. Score! There were a couple of slices left, since he had ordered an extra-large. I hadn't really had dinner and I was starving.  He handed me a beer and opened up his Apple. He seemed amazingly sober. Maybe the bartender really had been watering his drinks.  I wiped my fingers on my jeans and did a fast search for the site, since I wasn't exactly sure how it was spelled.

Popped right up. I went to the site and was impressed by whoever had developed it. It looked pretty classy for a site that guaranteed some major sleeze. Not that there's anything wrong with sleeze. I vaguely wondered if there really was a zombie fetish out there. That's a thought I wanted to stay away from if I wanted to keep my pizza down. OK, I said, what screen name do you want to use? How about Sleeping Beauty? Passed Out Paul? California King?

California King? he looked confused.

It's the name of a type of mattress.

Oh. He looked serious. "How about Dreamer?"

Have you looked in a mirror, I sighed.  "How about Dreamy?"

Nah, that sounds like one of the dwarfs in Snow White. We had been watching Once Upon A Time on Hulu last night.

It's showing Dreamer is already in use.  How about Dreamer19 for your age, or Dreamer with your zip code?

Dreamer19 is cool.

I entered the data. 6 foot 2, former high school football jock now in college. VGL, blue eyes and dark blonde hair. Well endowed and bubble butted. Dreamer fantasy where I leave the door open and you come in while I'm passed out, service me and then leave, so I never know you were there.

I worked with him on getting the personal details tweaked.  Then I convinced him to strip down and let me take a couple of pictures of him in his old jock strap to upload. I'm not ashamed to admit he looked so good in his jock I also sent copies to my own e-mail account. Consider it payment for my IT skills.

I clicked submit and then sat back on the sofa and took a swig of my beer.  I considered another slice of pizza. I looked over to see if Devin had passed out yet, but he was just standing there, looking incredibly hot in the goddamned jock strap.  I don't think I had seen him in it since high school  Did I mention I was a cheerleader? Do you think I would put a face like mine in danger of being run over by someone actually built like a linebacker? Everyone knew I was gay anyway and a lot of the straight guys enjoyed and expected me to do periodic walk-throughs by the shower room because—hey—male cheerleaders have to go pee.

Surprising both of us, the site  suddenly dinged. A hit already. I'll be damned. The site worked. Who knew.

MidnightTraveler, I read.  Looks like you'd be keeping him up past his bedtime. I clicked to enlarge his profile photo. I don't know, I said seriously, you're definitely higher up the food chain. He'd be really lucky, but I guess if you're passed out, his looks won't matter, just his performance. It's not like you're dating the guy.

I'm not gay, Devin said defensively. He was eating the last piece of pizza. This is just a fantasy I've always had.

Two more dings came from the laptop. These two weren't into the sleeper thing, but were lured in by Devin's ass, which I could understand. One of the survival skills you learn in the gay community is volume, volume, volume.  If you don't ask, the answer is always No. That meant a guy whose ass interests you may be looking for a different kink in a partner, but maybe it's a slow night, or he's horny enough, he'll settle for you anyway.  I looked at their profiles and figured settle for summed it up. People who actually signed up to these sites didn't all look like they stepped off the set of a porn video, or just finished doing a cover for Men's Fitness. Based on the looks of the last one, I suspected I might be able to find a zombie lookalike on the site. I took a quick swig of beer to wash the taste of that thought out of my mouth. Blaagh...

Within the hour Devin had gotten a dozen responses, some of which actually matched his kink, and a couple I would have considered hitting on if they had shown up in the bar. I wouldn't have left with them, since being taken in my sleep wasn't my fantasy. God knows I had an ex who would just lie there, making me do all the work.  He might as well have been passed out. That's probably why this whole thing was a turn off for me.  I wanted a responsive partner.  And a live one.  No zombies for this guy.

Devin clicked to enlarge a photo. Thinking this through, I said, putting my empty bottle down on the floor," this isn't the safest of fantasies. I mean, what if he doesn't use a condom, even if he's agreed to it? What if he steals your stuff after he's through fulfilling your fantasy? What if he's like, dangerous?

I had thought about some of those things, but it's part of the turn-on, you know? The element of danger.

Right—like Extreme Fucking. I still didn't like it. What if I were also here when he comes over. Tell him you have a roommate. Then I could stay out of sight and if he starts going through your drawers or the medicine cabinet I can intervene.

Yeah, he said, licking his fingers after making that last slice of pizza I wanted disappear. That makes sense.

I moved over so he could start responding. He seemed pretty sober. Can't remember the last Friday night/early Saturday morning that had happened. No wonder Devin never got laid. He could have his pick of chicks, but he would pass out before anything would happen. Watching him do his one-finger dance on his keyboard reminded me that there was nothing really in this for me.  I told him I was going to go back to my own place. I'd turn on my own laptop and rub one out. Maybe I'd pull up that picture I had taken of