Sexy Shifters Gay Mega-Sex Anthology

By Skye Eagleday

What is the attraction of modern-day sexy shifters? They’re usually ultra-masculine. They’re powerful, possessive, and have strong appetites they don’t always repress. And what’s more romantic than a main character who bonds for life? Are there gay shifters? Hell yes! Some of them, like Dallas and Jax in Eye of Wolf are out and proud. Joshua in Virgin Gay Werewolf is young and still at the stage of coming out—both as gay and a werewolf. Then there’s the main character of Sins of Father Wolf—a newly ordained priest who may be starting to accept his sexual orientation—but not his tie to the Moon. Then there's the real mega sexy shifter--the Incubus who can take the shape you most desire. And a shifter I've never really seen in books before--the Were-Stag.
So—here’s an anthology of sexy shifters. These hot and steamy stories are intended for adults only. They feature explicit and graphic sex of all sorts--with an emphasis on Rough. All characters are 18 years are older. Most are available in their separate titles and series, but they’ve all been brought together for this collection:
*Virgin Gay Werewolf
*Buck & Billy
*Kiss of the Incubus
*Wolf’s Nipple
*Werebear Bang
*Eye of Wolf
*Sins of Father Wolf
*Born to Howl
*Bree’s Sister: Cuff the Wolves
*Me-She (My Supernatural Gender Swap)
*Me-She 2 (My Supernatural Gender Swap)
*Me-She 3 (My Supernatural Gender Swap)
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 could watch you tent your pants. No biggie. So--I know you've wanted to kiss me. Here's your chance. Trade you a kiss for your secret."

Joshua

Shit, if he had offered me a blow job, 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 ass. I think it's funny.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Skye Eagleday
• Release date: Feb 27, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311422118

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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Virgin (Gay Werewolf)

Skye Eagleday

Joshua

I hate my life. I hate sitting in this Intro class while Professor Pugmire drones on about English composition and wanders off into these little stories of how fabulous his life is.

My father is Alpha in our Pack, and I still haven't Changed. I turned 18 in the summer and I'm a complete loser in the Supernatural community. They call me human behind my back. I may never have Changed, but there's nothing wrong with my hearing. It was one of the reasons when I was offered a scholarship I went ahead and accepted it. If I were the first null in my family, I might as well be the first one with a college degree. Null—I hated that word. Nothing—no magic inside. A freak who would never be able to shift, even though he or she was born to the right parents.

It also let me escape rural Idaho and see the world. If you count Boise as the world. Hell, it's a start. When you grow up in a community in the middle of nowhere, and you don't even have a stop light in your town, Boise State University is mind-blowing. Go Broncos!

And I'm still a friggin virgin! That's even worse than being a null. No self-respecting Pack member wants to pop the cherry of someone who hasn't Changed. I wouldn't—I'm practically ashamed to masturbate myself.

Ah, the blessed bell—now Professor Pugmire can go back to his fabulous life and I can go hide in my dorm room for a couple of hours before my next class. Yawn. The only good thing so far has been meeting Chad in the BronchoVenture Orientation. I felt really lost during those first two days, trying to keep track of what college life was going to be. I sat next to the best looking guy I could find, figuring I could always enjoy the eye candy if I got bored.

Where are you from— he asked, after introducing himself.

Bumfuck, Idaho, I sighed. Packs usually went one of two ways—staying in isolated places so no one notices you go furry once a month. Obviously not a problem in my case, but for normal pups, the transitions when you start Changing can be rough, so it's best not to do it where a lot of humans can catch a glimpse of the Supe world. The other way is to stay near a city, but keep to yourself. Guess which one my family chose?

Chad laughed, Really?

Nah, Bumfuck is a bigger place. I'm from Sunbeam. On a clear day you can see Potato Mountain from our front porch.

There's a Potato Mountain?

You're not from Idaho, are you?

I'm from Spokane, but our family spent a lot of time in Sun Valley. I'm really into snowboarding. So, a rich kid. I should have known by the clothes. I was wearing a t-shirt from the Church Bin I got in Stanley. He was also wearing cologne I didn't recognize. But no one back home wore cologne. Even though I had never Changed, my sense of smell was better than any human's. If I were a true Wolf, I'm sure colognes would smell too strong to live with on a regular basis.

We got a stink-eye look from some official at the podium and hushed up for a few minutes.

By the end of lunch we had agreed to room together. Lucky me—an everyday look at him in his underwear. Please, God, I prayed—let him go commando as much as possible. Apparently God doesn't hear my prayers, but at least Chad just slept in his boxers. I can also see better in the dark than humans, so I spent many evenings eye raping him.

Chad

Hey—looks like you've got mail. I handed Josh an envelope that looked as if it had been hand-printed with a lot of effort and smears. I recognized the pattern from my sister who is left-handed. When lefties write, they always end up dragging their hand through the ink. Who's Parker?

He started opening it and murmured, —My dad.

I glanced down. I'm a journalism major and had spent the summer as an intern at the Spokesman-Review, where I learned two important things. First, print newspapers were in their death cycle and the future was in websites. The second was how to read upside down. That way you could always know what was in front of the person you were interviewing, or who was evaluating you. The only thing written on the letter was "Keep the Secret." I smell a story!

What's the secret? I asked, turning up my charm factor.

Nothing, he said defensively.

Josh, Josh, Josh—the only mail you've ever gotten from home and it's about a family secret? It's pretty obvious it's not about nothing.

If I tell you, it wouldn't be a secret, he said, crumpling the letter into a ball and tossing it perfectly into the wastebasket. Unfortunately, the wastebasket was full, so it ended up bouncing to the floor, next to other crap. We weren't the best when it came to housecleaning.

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 could watch you tent your pants. No biggie. So—I know you've wanted to kiss me. Here's your chance. Trade you a kiss for your secret.

Joshua

Shit, if he had offered me a blow job, 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 ass. I think it's funny. You should join the BGLAD organization on campus. I saw they had a booth during Orientation. Meet some guys and get laid.

What's BGLAD?

Umm—-Bisexual, Gay Lesbian and something with a D. Oh, wait—it was Allies for Diversity. I remember because at the time I thought they were really stretching it to make BGLAD work as an acronym.

His eyes widened. I was plotting. I'd get him really drunk on Friday night and let the alcohol float the secret out of him. Easy-Peasy. Rum and Coke are the best friends of an investigative reporter.

Joshua

Well, looks as if I'm shit for brains in terms of keeping the second biggest Secret of my life. At least Chad seems cool with my being gay. "Hmm, I thought, Maybe if I get him drunk enough on Friday night, he'll get bi-curious. If that doesn't work, a few more drinks and I can do whatever I want to with him passed out." Ah, alcohol is a shy pervert's best friend.

You're straight, right— I went ahead and put it out there.

Labels are so twentieth century, he laughed. But I've never done a dude. One time in Sun Valley, the Snowboard Instructor sucked me off, though.

Jesus, Christ. Apparently even straight guys have more gay sex than me. I hate my life.

Whoops, Chad said, jumping up, I'm gonna be late for my class. We'll talk more about this later. Then he was gone. I wondered what it was like to go snowboarding. I could sure use an instructor—with benefits. I wondered about the BGLAD thing, but I wasn't quite ready to walk around campus with a big pink G stamped on my forehead right after I got here. I always thought being gay meant you had to sneak around about it.

I picked up the tossed letter from the floor. I locked the door and went to go buy a bottle of booze for Friday night and stuffed my dad's warning into the big garbage can by the main entrance. One of the best parts of the Orientation was having an upperclassman host explain to us the places you could go without getting carded.

Chad

What secrets do they have in Bumfuck, Idaho? I hope it was juicy and not just an ick thing where his father was banging his kids. I spent most of my time during class doodling on my Ipad, trying to figure out what the big secret is in Sunbeam, in the shadow of Potato Mountain. Jeez—just writing that on my screen made it sound like Strawberry Shortcake and her dog Pupcake lived across the street from Josh. Now that would be a weird ass secret. I crossed out money with a red X because if you looked up poor on Wikipedia, you'd see a picture of Josh. I used a pink X on gay, since he didn't freak out when I mentioned it. I kept Russian Spies/Moles but I had googled Potato Mountain and I was pretty sure there was nothing worth spying on, but considering this is America, there might be hidden missile silos around there. I added an image of Roger from All American Dad, just in case Josh was a space alien. I thought about a made for TV movie I had watched and added fairy, but then I felt too non-PC, since he was gay. I replaced it with Fae. A fairy kingdom at the bottom of Potato Mountain. Great, I'm back at Cartoon Land.

By the end of class, the only other ideas I could come up with were cult, and genetic abnormalities. Being gay would probably take care of any genetic abnormalities Josh might carry. I had seen him naked several times, and if he had an STD, it wasn't an obvious one. Right before the bell rang, I had added HIV, but I'm sure that wasn't it, unless he got his while being born—I seem to remember that used to happen.

I put my Ipad away and went to stock up on Rum for Friday night.

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Joshua

Here's to Friday nights! We clinked shot glasses Chad provided and knocked back the Jägermeister I had bought the day before. He had unbuttoned an extra button on his shirt and I kept trying to catch a glimpse of his nipple. Of course, I admired his bare chest every night when he went to bed, but there was just something sexier about it when he was wearing clothes that hinted of what was underneath.

And roomies! he laughed.

I'll drink to that. And we did. By the fourth shot I was starting to feel a little woozy. Most weres have a metabolism so much faster than humans it takes a lot to get us drunk. But for a loser like me, my metabolism was just a fraction better than Chad's since I didn't Change. I glanced at the window where the moon was coming up and mocking me. It was nearly full. The moon still wasn't calling me. Or maybe I was just moon-deaf.

On the fifth shot, Chad unfastened the next button on his shirt. So, he said, what about this secret?

It's still a secret, I said quickly, but I couldn't take my eyes off the gap in his shirt that now showed off both of his pecs. I admired the light dusting of hair.

Oh, he leaned forward. I could feel the heat of his body. You can trust me. He lightly brushed my lips with his and I felt as if my cock would rip my jeans. I had been hard since he had undone the second shirt button. Was Chad coming on to me—Was this just the human version of Pack Politics? He was acting like a Beta female, seducing an Alpha. Not that I was complaining.

He reached over and pulled my t-shirt off. I nearly dropped my glass as it came over my head. I think I needed a drink. My glass was still empty.

Someone's got a secret, he whispered, and licked one of my nipples and then the other. And I'm going to find out what it is. He pulled back and locked eyes with me. If I weren't a friggin null, trapped in a human body, I'm sure my eyes would have flashed golden with arousal, and he'd already have a big hint about what I was hiding. Oh, who the fuck was I kidding? What's the point of keeping my being a Werewolf a secret when for all practical purposes, I wasn't a real one because I couldn't Change? What? Was I going to prove it to him by sniffing to show off my barely supernatural sense of smell? Because I couldn't Change, my strength was pretty much the same as most other puny freshmen.

When I didn't say anything, he sighed and poured more Jäger into our glasses. You're a hard man to convince, he said, looking directly at my hard-on. Subtle. I tell you what—let's play a version of strip poker. And no puns on who pokes who. I'm gonna ask you some questions. If I guess your secret, you have to tell me. If I guess wrong, I have to take off one article of clothing. He held the shot glass to his nose and took a deep breath. But if I guess it, you have to tell me the details.

I looked at his glass and then up into his beautiful eyes. There was no chance he could guess the Secret. I was safe. He'd be passed out and naked. Score for the Wolfboy. Then I felt a pang of guilt because I knew I had no right to call myself Wolfboy, even in my most private thoughts. My parents were Wolves. I was just a fucking loser. But this was the closest I had yet come to losing my virginity. You're on, I said. I held my own glass parallel to his.

You come from a family of Russian Spies, he said, managing to not laugh. That was more than I could do, and I almost spilled my drink. Wait, he interrupted my giggles, Let me correct that to just spies, because you could be from another country.

Like Canada? I laughed again and we kicked back the booze and he took off a shoe. Crap, this is going to take forever. I'll have finished my degree before I got him buck naked. Hurry up with the questions, I urged.

By the time he had just his socks and boxers on, he was starting to slur his words. You're space aliens! Although it sounded more like Spash Aliennz, which made me laugh. There are some of the Elders who suggested we might be from another planet, which is why we have the magic and humans don't. But that was just from random thoughts produced by old farts, so I shook my head No. Another sock was tossed by my t-shirt on the floor.

OK—you're part of the Fae. He pointed his finger at me.

Fae— WTF—You mean, like Fairyland? It was sorta kinda, technically true. We might be distant relatives, but no one in my family had ever even seen a fairy.

Chad

This was the first time he had paused before answering. Maybe I was on the right track—You have genetic abnormalities—wait, he tapped the edge of the glass against his bottom teeth. No, that's too negative. Genetic mutashuns! You're a mootent! Again, there was a long silence and you could practically hear his thoughts clanking inside his head. I was on the right track!

Joshua

Well, technically, I guess that was something close, but it still didn't factor in the magic. It could explain why we had improved strength and senses, but genetics still didn't explain the effect of a full moon. Potential Alphas could shift at any time, but everyone else needed the moon.

Hah! he yelled. I'm getting warm! He grabbed the bottle and poured two more shots, half of mine fell on my t-shirt. Shit, I'd have to do laundry. I had hoped to wear it a couple of more days.

Not exactly, I licked the edge of my glass. But I still think you're not warm enough to keep your boxers on. I kept looking at his plaid boxers. "You may not exactly be warm, I thought, but you are definitely hot."

He downed his Jäger and looked over the glass at me. Not a mootint, he whispered, but cloosh, I mean, close. He frowned. So, not exactly hoomin, and not a fairy. His eyes narrowed more as if he were trying to see something that wasn't quite there. Sschoopernatural—just a different kind!

Oh, Fuck. What were the chances? I opened my mouth and nothing came out. If he guessed it, I hadn't technically broken the Pact. Guessing it was not the same as my just telling him, right? I glanced one more time at the moon, which was almost even with our second floor window. I looked back. He had passed out. Oh, thank you, baby Jesus and your little angels, I whispered. I hadn't broken any promises, to him or to my father and the Pack. I had answered honestly and he had passed out. You win, I said. I'm a goddamned Werewolf!" Wow, I had never said that to a human before. It made me feel a little giddy, but maybe that was just the Jäger.

I put the empty glasses on the floor and knelt over Chad, sniffing him up close and personal. He was more intoxicating than the booze. I was so excited I stripped off the rest of my clothes, so quickly I could have been clocked at supernatural speed, but it was probably teen hormones. My hard cock was throbbing and with trembling fingers I pulled off his last damn sock. All he had left were the boxers. I tugged at them so the first line of pubic hairs were exposed above the elastic. I rubbed my fingertips over them. It was the first time I had touched anyone else's. They were softer and finer than mine. I pulled the boxers further down. His cock was half hard. It was a darker color than his thighs. His balls were hairy and swollen like little plums. For a moment I just stared at him, thrilled at my success. I glanced back up, assuring myself he was still out. But his body was definitely still here. The moon was bright enough to glint off the ring he wore on his right hand.

I bent closer and hesitantly drew my tongue across his cock. It started to come alive. I touched the tip of my tongue to the tip of his prick and then licked up the shaft as it performed true magic and lengthened from my actions. "I must be a natural, I thought with pride, my first time and I've gotten him hard in less than thirty seconds!"

I bent down with my tongue out, ready for more. I accidentally brushed it on his hand which was on his thigh and when I touched his ring, it burned me. Great—rich kid wore high grade silver. You'd think if I couldn't Change, I'd get a free pass on the burdens of being a Wolf, but tough titties. I touched on the hard ridge underneath the head of his cock. It was cut. I had never seen one in real life. Wolves don't get circumcised. For a moment I wondered what it would be like to be Jewish. But I was really just interested in taking advantage of the moment. My tongue was still burning, like I had bitten into a slice of pizza that was too hot.

I wrapped my lips around his cock. It was close to my size, but his was narrower, and reminded me of a carrot. I started to swirl my tongue around him, and it was feeling better now. The burning sensations were gone, or maybe I was just too distracted to notice them. I felt his erection achieve its full length inside my mouth and sucked him, not really sure how hard to do it. With my luck, I'd suck it off.

Suddenly his hands were on the back of my