The New Convert--A Sexy Shapeshifter Gay M/M Billionaire Novelette from Steam Books
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Michel had been careful at first, terrified of hurting the younger man, but Clans People do not hurt easily. And since they were immune to human diseases, the sensation of fucking without a condom was exquisite.
He bent down and kissed Donovan, driving him closer to an explosion. A deep growl broke out of his throat, and he pulled back in alarm, but the Shreen merely chuckled at him, and pulled him back down for a kiss.
“Wait,” Michel gasped, pulling away. “I might… transform.”
“You can’t hurt me,” Donovan replied. “Keep fucking me, damn it. I’m so close.”
Michel pumped away, while Donovan tightened his legs around his waist. The younger man tried to pull him back down for a kiss, but Michel pulled away, determined to drink in the sight of him.
Donovan’s skin glowed, and not just from the dim electric light of his bedside lampshade. He clearly had no idea how good-looking he was, but Michel was determined to prove it to him. It didn’t matter to him if it took centuries, or more.
Donovan writhed beneath him, tightening his ass further. Michel couldn’t hold back much longer. He pumped harder and deeper, till Donovan tensed and cried out, spurting jizz in a hot, white arc that splattered onto his chest and face.
It was too much. Michel cried out and shot his load deep into Donovan, hissing as the tight ass kept spasming around his rod. He bucked and heaved, till the last bit of juice was squeezed out of him, and into Donovan’s hungry hole.
* * *
They lay in Donovan’s bathtub, giggling as they explored each others’ bodies, when Ching Shenchi burst in, escorted by two Changelings. Michel roared up, transforming into…
But he collapsed into unconsciousness, returning to his human form as Donovan caught him, and settled him back down into the tub.
Ching prided herself on her aplomb, but her mask slipped this time as she looked at him in confusion.
Ching looked at him for a long moment,
Donovan Ching Cogey counted to one hundred after hearing the door close behind her, “Did you catch all that?”
“Oui,” Michel replied. “We are all in this together now, non?”
Donovan pulled him into a kiss and hugged him desperately. His mother had sent him her bill, and as usual, it was expensive. But now he had another reason to live, and it wasn’t just for the Clans. He just hoped that he and Michel could survive this game.
And that his mother had really taught him all she knew.
About Bernadette Russo
Bernadette Russo loves filling her steaming hot erotic stories with details of the exotic locales in which her characters consummate their passions, details she can describe because her work experience has brought her from the U.K. to mainland Europe, to Asia. Along the way she's met many friendly (and sexy) natives and has gotten close to the international and gay community, which help inspire her sensual stories.
Bernadette has a Bachelors in Communications Research and has worked in sales and management, but we have a hunch her readers are more interested in her work with Steam Books, and we can't blame them!
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IMPURE AND THE BEST
by Bernadette Russo
Tristan could not believe his luck. Despite the urging of his new friends, he could not bring himself to go up to perfect strangers and just talk to them. It had taken him two weeks to work up his courage to do so, and when he finally did, he scored!
Ilka was a blond from Finland, and Tristan had noticed him last week as he had sat alone at the bar. Other men had approached him, but the blond usually shrugged them off. Tristan had wanted to approach him then, but felt that the man wanted to be left alone.
“This is a gay bar, Tristan,” Blaise, a colleague, had sighed. “No one comes to a gay bar to be alone, now go talk to him!”
But Tristan just couldn’t do it.
“If I didn’t know any better,” Blaise continued, “I’d think you were a virgin.”
Tristan was grateful the place was dark. He knew he was blushing and didn’t want to give himself away.
“Nah,” said Pietrov, who worked in the institute’s accounting department. “I think he’s just one of those super picky ones. Is that it, Tristan?”
Tristan had put on a sheepish grin, so his friends agreed that that had to be it. Still, he was blushing, and he prayed that none would notice it.
This week, however, the blond sat alone at the bar again. When Tristan snuck a peek his way, the blond met his gaze. Panicked, Tristan looked away. Blaise noticed and jabbed him in the rib.
Tristan took a deep breath and struggled to overcome old, ingrained habits. Honfleur was a small, conservatively Catholic commune, and everyone knew each other, if only by sight. He had heard the snickers and the jeers when people talked about gays, and had been careful to keep his closet door tightly locked.
He looked back toward the bar, and saw that the blond was still staring his way. He looked to either side of him to make sure he was not misreading the situation. His colleagues on his right and left looked everywhere but at the blond, making it clear they weren’t available, and making Tristan look even more of a target.
Still staring straight into his eyes, the blond smiled and raised his beer stein. Pietrov and Blaise elbowed him simultaneously, making him jump.
“Get up and go to him, or else,” Blaise whispered under his breath, finding the table immensely fascinating for some reason.
Legs trembling beneath him, heart thudding louder than the music blaring out of the sound system, Tristan made his way to the lone blond sitting at the bar. He found out that the blond was a 22-year-old Finnish student who had just graduated, that he stayed at a hostel nearby, and that he really liked black-haired, blue-eyed blokes like Tristan. Half an hour later, they made their
way out the door.
Tristan thought they were making their way to Ilka’s place, but the Fin was taking him across the street toward the Bois de Boulogne. This was Paris’ second largest public park, some two and a half times the size of Central Park in New York.
“You’re taking me to the park?” he asked incredulously.
Ilka just smiled at him as he held his hand, leading him toward a thick copse of trees ahead. Tristan wanted to pull back, but the strength and warmth of Ilka’s hand was wonderful, and the way the younger man smiled at him made him melt. Inside the bar, it was clear that Ilka had a beautiful, muscular body beneath his tight shirt, but in the brighter lights of the street, it became even more evident.
His tight jeans highlighted his bubble butt, and Tristan found himself getting even harder at the sight. Still, he hesitated. The Bois de Boulogne was a beautiful place by day, and generally crowded. At night, however, it was frequented by prostitutes and their pimps, as well as drug dealers on the prowl for customers.
“I’m not sure this is a good idea, Ilka. Why don’t we just go to your place?”
“I share the room with two others. Where do you live? Is it near?”
But Tristan hadn’t come out to Rene, and wasn’t sure he was ready to yet.
What he said out loud instead, was, “It’s over on the 18th. That’s too far away.”
Ilka chuckled and continued to pull him deeper into the tree line, till the lights of the street and the sounds of traffic began to diminish. Tristan had to admit: it was very romantic. It almost felt as if they had left the crowded city far behind.
Ilka stopped, leaned forward, and brushed Tristan’s lips with his own. It was the Honfleurais’ first time to feel another guy’s lips against his own.
Back in Honfleur, he had had ‘girlfriends’ with whom nothing ever happened save for chaste pecks on the cheek, and fumbling, clumsy lip-to-lip action. A few had made it clear they were willing to go ‘all the way,’ but Tristan had cited religious devotion, and had always said ‘no.’
Ilka did not fumble, however, nor was he clumsy; his lips were soft, moist, and warm. Tristan had to put his hands on the blond’s shoulders to steady himself. He never knew that lips could be such an erogenous zone, linking itself to his chest, stomach, groin, and toes.
The girls he’d kissed on the lips never had this effect on him. He moaned. Ilka pushed him against a tree, and pressed his entire body against him, thrusting his obviously hard groin against Tristan’s own. It felt wonderful! Tristan felt a sense of complete rightness about it, and forgot about the park’s unsavory reputation at night.
Ilka’s tongue parted his lips and began exploring his mouth. Tristan knew that if the blond had asked him to, he would leave his job the next day and move to Finland. He did not know what he would do in Finland, but if he could spend the rest of his life with Ilka, he didn’t care if he had to sweep floors for a living.
He slipped his hands beneath Ilka’s shirt and began exploring the hard planes of the Fin’s back. Ilka rewarded him by pushing up against him harder, dry humping him through his jeans.
Tristan liked the taste of beer on Ilka’s tongue, and when he stuck his own tongue out, the Fin sucked it into his own mouth. Tristan’s body was on fire. It was so different than his fantasies, so much more visceral.
Ilka pulled back, and Tristan almost felt like crying, but the Fin pulled up his shirt, leaned forward, and took a nipple in his mouth. One hand began pinching his other nipple, while the other began rubbing the hard surface of his abs.
“Oh God!” Tristan moaned.
The hand continued down further, slipping past the waist of his pants, sliding down till it found his cock. Tristan began hyperventilating. No one else besides himself had ever touched him there. The feel of another hand wrapped around his cock was mind-boggling.
Ilka began tonguing his way down, exploring the gap between the mounds of Tristan’s chest, and lower still in the valley of his abs. When the man’s tongue entered Tristan’s belly button, he gasped.
The blond got on his knees, and despite what had happened so far, Tristan felt a sense of unreality as he felt his zipper coming undone. He had fantasized about this for years. The fact that it was really going to happen at long last, was simply unbelievable.
To be continued....