Homo Heat

By Nate Tanner

A college freshman, enchanted by his innocent Mormon roommate. A pair of close buddies, stranded somewhere between tender friendship and sexual love. A closeted dad, smitten by his son's seductive boyfriend. These men will try their best to fight temptation... but they're about to learn that the iron of a strong man's will is no match for the melting power of HOMO HEAT!

This 24,000-word story collection (FOR ADULTS ONLY!) showcases Nate Tanner's trademark blend of believable characters, bittersweet emotion, and scorching hot gay sex! Contains three previously published stories: Tempting the Mormon, Thirteen Brojobs, and My Son's Hot Boyfriend. These tales feature masturbation, handjobs, oral, anal, sloppy seconds, facials, bromance, infidelity, intergenerational sex, and more! (All characters depicted are 18 or older.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nate Tanner
• Release date: Nov 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301185641

Nate Tanner

Nate Tanner was born in Iowa in 1980. His Zodiac sign is Gemini.He realized he was gay on the day he turned 18.After living a "shamelessly tempestuous" lifestyle in college and his 20s, Nate decided to share his experiences with the world by becoming an erotic fiction author. He writes in spare moments at his hectic day job, while by night he can be found prowling the Midwest for cute boys.

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Homo Heat

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Copyright 2012 by Nate Tanner

Table of Contents

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1. Tempting the Mormon

2. Thirteen Brojobs

3. My Son's Hot Boyfriend

About/Also By

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Tempting the Mormon

Let's start the story at the beginning, on move-in day — the day I met Zack Zollinger.

I was an incoming freshman at Big Honkin’ State University, Arizona. My mom and I had driven into the city a day earlier and stayed in a motel near campus, so we were able to get a head start on the move-in rush. I didn’t have too much stuff — really just clothes, a laptop, my electric bass, and a stack of the crime novel I liked. By 11 AM, I was all moved in.

Judging from what I saw, I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun in this dorm, Mom said, with a wink as she got in the car. "Just make sure you don’t have too much fun!"

Yeah, sure, I said, and kissed her goodbye. The station wagon pulled away and turned a corner.

I was free! An adult now!

Well, sort of... But at least I was more free than I’d been at the beginning of the day. Finally, college! Finally, my chance to pursue cute boys to my heart's content!

Riding the wave of that feeling, I didn’t really process Mom’s comment until after I’d had lunch, done various Orientation stuff in the Admin building, and gone back upstairs in my dorm.

Walking from door to door — the resident heads had tagged each one with the occupants’ names — I noticed something very disturbing.

Hey, how come there are only guys on this floor?

This is a sex-segregated dorm, bro, the resident assistant replied. Guys in this building, girls in the A tower over there.

Wait, I thought all the dorms were mixed!

All except this one, the RA said. Parents insist. Don’t worry, you’ll still have plenty of chances to meet girls.

Hey, wait! I didn’t sign up for this!

Take it up with the front desk!

I walked downstairs... 15 minutes of desperate bargaining later, I was turned away.

Goddamn it!!

At least Mom’s dry parting comment made sense now. She had probably imagined that I’d be in seventh heaven in a dorm full of hot young dudes. Mom had known I was gay since… well, probably since age six when I threw that tantrum because I got a Nerf gun instead of the Ken doll I wanted... That pattern of behavior had continued, with a formal coming-out-to-Mom at 13 (most foregone conclusion ever), various troubled crushes and badly concealed flings with hot high school boys, the fact that I liked to wear butch outfits like plaid flannel shirts and tight work jeans despite living in a desert...

What Mom hadn’t realized was that an all boys’ dorm was probably one of the least 'fabulous' places to be on campus. The only people likely to sign up for a dorm like this one would be the children of religious nutjobs.... Boys who had been taught that jerking off was a one-way ticket to eternal fire, and that premarital sex could cause your dick to fall off.... girls named Chastity whose parents feared that if she were let loose in a co-ed dorm, she might forget the Purity Vow she'd taken at 16 and instantly leap onto all the cocks she could.

Back at my room, I took another look at the names on the door.

There was me, Quentin Diaz, hometown Flagstaff, NM. Age: 19. Favorite activity: playing bass.

And there was my roommate, Zachary Zelph Zollinger, hometown, Fieldwood, UT. Age: 18. Favorite activity: Ultimate Frisbee.

Zelph??? I frowned. What kind of name was that?

I entered the room and found the Zollinger parents unpacking the last of their kid's stuff. They were a very clean-cut, very blond, very young (45 on the outside, I guessed), and most of all very serious-looking pair of folks. The mother wore a floor-length jean skirt. The father was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and tie with black slacks.

I introduced myself. Only the father shook my hand; the mother just smiled sweetly from a distance. We made small talk, all inconsequential. Zack, the kid, was apparently out at Admin getting registered.

Well, maybe we'll bump into each other later... bye now...

It wasn't until the Zollingers had waved goodbye in unison, grinned, and left the dorm room that it hit me.

Fieldwood, Utah. Clean cut blond people. Short-sleeved shirts with ties....

Mormons!!!

THAT'S why they were so weirdly nice!

Fuck! Weren't Mormons really weird about homosexuality? How was I supposed to bring cute boys back home with a Mormon kid as my roommate?! Shit — how was I supposed to drink?! I'd been hoping for a roommate with a fake ID or something. Instead I'd gotten this!

The busy Orientation schedule didn't give me much time to sit around the room fretting, though. I spent the rest of the day wandering around campus, going to orientation sessions, checking out hot guys' asses.

When I got back to my room at 10 PM, the door to my dorm room was ajar.

I walked in — and froze.

I was staring at the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen.

And he was smiling back at me.

His hair was blond, buzzed so conservatively short that it was hardly a haircut at all. He had a good tan, though his skin was nowhere near as dark as mine.

I'm Zack, he said. His smile revealed a row of square, perfect teeth.

U-uh, hi!

I could see the veins in his arm as we shook hands. His grip was strong and sure and dry as his palm enclosed mine.

You must be Quentin.

That's right! I screeched. We're roomies now! I guess! Haha!

Oh god, I'm fucking this all up...!

We took seats at our desks and exchanged roomie background for about 25 minutes... it turned out that he was indeed Mormon, he was looking at Agriculture for his major, and his favorite football team was the Broncos. This was going to be his first time away from home longer than a weekend or so.

I was unconsciously squeezing my back teeth together to keep my mouth from falling open in crush-awe. Zack was wearing rather conservative and modest clothes, but just from his defined arms and legs I could tell he probably had the body to put an Abercrombie model to shame. The only difference was his face, which was sweet and open, rather than arrogant.

At one point, I opened up my laptop to chase down some random conversational fact on Wikipedia. Zack looked very interested in what I was doing.

That's amazing, a whole encyclopedia on the internet?

You've.... never heard of Wikipedia before?

Well, we didn't have the internet at home. Mom and Dad said it wasn't safe for kids.

What about at school?

I'm home-schooled. Zack flashed his great grin again. Just like all my brothers and sisters. But I managed to get into this university, so I figure it wasn't all for nothing, right? Ha ha.

But do you have a computer now? I mean, you'll probably need one for homework.

"I figured I'd just use the computers at the