The Shapeshifter's Gay Virgin

By Sebastian Davidson

Through the hazy smoke of a crowded club, a sexy shapeshifter emerges to tempt Oliver. Oliver's straight, but he's about to be bent by the shapeshifter.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sebastian Davidson
• Release date: May 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223267263

Book preview

The Shapeshifter's Gay Virgin

By Sebastian Davidson

The nightclub was packed with people gyrating on the dance floor to the rhythm of the music. Oliver stood nervously by the bar, sipping on his drink. He had never been to a gay club before, and he was feeling overwhelmed by the energy of the crowd.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. When he turned around, he came face to face with a gorgeous man with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline. The stranger's blonde hair was slicked back, and he was dressed in a tight black t-shirt and tight jeans that showcased his firm thighs.

Can I buy you a drink? the stranger asked, flashing Oliver a smile that made his heart skip a beat.

Sure, Oliver replied, trying to keep his cool.

The stranger ordered two glasses of whiskey, and they chatted while they waited for their drinks to arrive.

I'm Blake, the stranger said, holding out his hand.

I'm Oliver, Oliver stated, shaking Blake’s hand.

They took a sip of their drinks, and they both laughed at the same time, feeling an instant connection.

So, what brings you here tonight? Blake inquired.

I…I just wanted to try something new. I've never been to a gay club before, and I thought I'd give it a try, Oliver admitted.

Me neither. But I figured what the hell, let's live a little, Blake shrugged.

Oliver found Blake's carefree attitude entertaining, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to him. They talked for hours, moving from the bar to a table tucked away in a private corner of the club.

As the night dragged on, the drinks kept coming, and before he knew it, Oliver was feeling dizzy.

I should probably head home, Oliver muttered, feeling the alcohol go to his head.

Can I walk you? Blake asked, concern in his voice.

Oliver thought about it for a moment before nodding his head yes.

They left the club, and Blake put his arm around Oliver, holding him close as they made their way down the crowded street.

When they reached Oliver's apartment building, Blake leaned in and kissed him on the lips. It was a soft, tender kiss, and Oliver's heart pounded in his chest.

Goodnight, Oliver, Blake whispered, giving him a warm smile before turning and walking away.

Oliver went inside and leaned against the wall, replaying the events of the night in his mind. He had never met anyone like Blake before, and he couldn't wait to see him again.

Oliver couldn't stop thinking about Blake after their night at the club. He had never felt such a strong connection with anyone before, and the way that Blake made him feel was indescribable. He nervously paced back and forth in his room as he got ready for their second date. He wanted to look good for Blake, but he didn't want to come across as too desperate.

As he reached for his shirt, his hand brushed against something furry. He quickly realized that his cat, Whiskers, had snuck into his room. As he tried to shoo her out, she darted under his bed and refused to come out. Great, he thought to himself, just what I need on a day like this.

He eventually managed to coax Whiskers out from under the bed and made his way to the club where he had arranged to meet Blake. As he walked through the door, his heart rate spiked as he scanned the room for Blake.

His eyes fell on a man sitting alone at the bar, nursing a drink. He wore a tight, black t-shirt that accentuated his muscular frame and a pair of dark jeans that hugged his hips. His face was chiseled, with sharp cheekbones and full lips. Oliver felt his knees weaken at the sight of him.

He took a few deep breaths before mustering up the courage to approach him. As he walked over, Blake turned his head and their eyes locked. Oliver felt a jolt of electricity course through his body.

Hey, Blake said, a smile spreading across his face.

Hi, Oliver replied, feeling a bit tongue-tied.

I'm glad you could make it, Blake said, standing up and extending his hand.

Oliver took his hand, feeling a spark of warmth as their fingers interlocked.

You look amazing, Blake said, his eyes traveling up and down Oliver's body.

Oliver blushed, feeling a surge of confidence at the compliment. Thanks, he said, smiling.

They ordered drinks and settled in at a nearby table, chatting and laughing between sips. Oliver couldn't help but stare at Blake, taking in every inch of his perfect physique.

As the night wore on, the music grew louder and the mood in the club grew more intimate. Blake leaned in, his hot breath brushing against Oliver's ear. I want you, he whispered.

Oliver felt his heart skip a beat as he leaned in for a kiss, feeling Blake's lips on his for the second time. It was electric, sending waves of pleasure through his body as they pulled each other closer.

As they parted, Oliver looked into Blake's eyes, feeling something deep and meaningful blooming between them. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, and he knew that this was the start of something special.

Oliver woke up with a smile, knowing that today was the day he would finally see Blake's true form. He had always been fascinated by the idea of shapeshifters, and now he was dating one. As he got dressed, he wondered what kind of animal Blake would turn into. He hoped it would be something cute, like a puppy or a kitten.

When he arrived at Blake's house, he was greeted by the man himself, who was