Bear Bait: Gay Gainer Paranormal Fiction

By Skye Eagleday

Watch out—the Hottest Leather Daddy Werebear has just hit London. Because of his Bear heritage, the Werebear goes into a type of hibernation during the Winter when he loses weight and an interest in sex. But when Spring comes, the largest and most powerful of Shifters is ready to indulge his appetites for food and rough sex. When he meets a nerdy fat human cub the sparks begin to fly. He can’t keep his hands off the cub as he’s shoveling food into the cub’s mouth and his own. But humans are so delicate compared to Shifters, the Werebear’s mantra has become “Pace yourself, Pace yourself.” Not all human lovers of Werebears survive.
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Excerpt:
He grinned and started walking towards me.
“Barry,” he said, holding out his hand. Because I was sitting we were almost at eye level.
“Geir,” I replied.
“That’s an unusual name,” he said.
“It’s an old Norse name. It means Spear.”
He couldn’t help it—when I said Spear he looked at my crotch. I wondered if we’d be doing it in my hotel room or his. There was always the museum’s restroom but he made me think so much of Paul I wanted to have our first time be special. I normally didn’t mind putting the “did” in “sordid,” but Barry deserved better. I was also conscious of pacing myself so I wouldn’t give Elias yet another reason for judging me. Barry sat beside me, the bench barely big enough for the both of us. His left knee lightly rested against my right one. “Wow—it’s great to meet another American.” His smile made my heart melt. His face was round and open. He had the same sort of innocence Paul had always shown. Until you got him in bed.
His belly was bulging out seductively. All I wanted to do was ride him while playing his fupa like a bongo. He noticed where I was staring and patted his belly. “I put on a few new pounds due to my recent addiction to fish and chips. And one of the new local brews.”
“A holiday is the time to widen your horizons,” I put my large hand on his large gut, “and other things.” I pressed into his softness. I got hard for lard. I smiled as he purposefully pushed his gut further out and more fully into my hand. This obviously wasn’t his first time out at the Blubber Fest. I loved cubs who embraced the big and didn’t feel shame in their size.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Skye Eagleday
• Release date: Jan 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311301369

Skye Eagleday

I am a Native American. I am also a Storyteller. Some stories are best told during the day. Some stories are best told during the night. I tell many different types of Stories. One of the favorite characters for many Native American Storytellers is Coyote. Coyote stories are also the ones most often censored by non-Natives.Did you know, for example, where I'm from it is said Coyote had two penises? You can visit my blog: www.SkyeEagleday.blogspot.com

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Bear-Bait: Paranormal Gay Gainer Fiction

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Bear-Bait: Paranormal Gay Gainer Fiction

Skye Eagleday

I turned--already knowing what I’d see. A perfect cub who reminded me of Paul.

Better lay off the chips, Barry, the Brit next to him said. Looks like you’re one bite away from blowing off the button on your shorts. Barry, I thought, the cub looked as American as an order from Taco Bell.

You’re just jealous I get to enjoy whatever I want. The cub grinned in a wicked way and shoved more into his mouth. There were two others with him, both twink sized. You really believe a thirty-inch waist Is the secret to success but for the last couple of weeks you’ve seen I get laid a lot more than you!

It’s that sexy Yank accent from Lake Michigan, the other twink mumbled in what seemed like a comic Cockney act. I really did laugh out loud. I grew up outside of Minneapolis and knew a mid-western accent wasn’t exactly a dick magnet. How many times a week does Garrison Keillor get laid? Even among listeners of Prairie Home Companion? Fortunately, I was gifted with other ways of filling my quota. It was still early in the Spring and my appetites were just starting to flood back. I hated how winter always sucked me dry. The tight abs I had at the moment would attract a lot of attention, but I always had attention no matter what size I was.

I entered into the outdoor Café and sat far enough away not to give the appearance I was stalking Barry. It had been months since I had an interest in joy-skinning. Now I felt starved both for food and a cute cub to bounce about. They ordered another round and