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Secret Pose

Naked Gay Lust - MM Book #305

by Ty Debauchee


When Tanner met Ty, he very much sought a friend with whom he could be close enough to share two very important secrets. Tanner recently shared one of his secrets. He might be gay.

How could there be another secret more difficult to share than his being gay? Tanner finally acknowledges the incredible closeness and trust he feels for Ty. He is now comfortable in revealing his second secret which becomes even more interesting when Ty flatters him with his own related talents.

For both men their new closeness, trust, and shared secrets lead to a life changing experience. Will it be positive or unfavorable, for one or both?

*This book contains explicit scenes of a gay sexual nature by consenting characters who are over 19 years of age. It is intended only for readers who are 18+ years of age. If you are underage or may be offended by this topic, do not purchase this book.

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Tanner woke up groggy. He normally slept late in the morning. He was alone in bed, and that disappointed him greatly. The night before, he and I had … sex, and we had fallen asleep in each other’s arms. Secretly, Tanner had hoped I would come to love him as much as he loved me. Since he woke up alone, Tanner assumed I must have gotten up and left without him knowing. He figured I had just tried to escape without facing him in the morning. His heart ached and his emotions screamed with the pain of loneliness. He felt as perfectly miserable as he had ever been in his life. Exceeding his previous misery was saying a lot, considering the guilt trip his dad dumped on him every time he went home for a visit.


The longer he laid in bed, the more he felt I had rejected him and sneaked out. Before long, his body was telling him he had to wiz really bad. He hated the thought of getting out of the warm bed, but he decided he would relieve himself, in the hope he could fall back to sleep and escape thinking about me.  

“Damn!” He thought to himself.

When Tanner got up and started across the room to the bathroom, he saw me sitting in the shadows on the floor in the corner facing the wall. I was being very quiet, but Tanner could tell I was struggling. Selfishly, he felt a little better knowing I hadn’t chewed my arm off, so I could sneak out without disturbing him. Tanner went to the bathroom to relieve himself and left the door open. He wanted to hear if I got up to sneak out. When he came out, I was still there.

Tanner took a minute to appreciate the distinct beauty of what he saw in contrast to my obvious emotional turmoil. So he picked up his phone, snapped a photo, and put his phone back on his desk. Having been in a similar emotional state just moments before, he appreciated just how horrible I might be feeling.

When he approached me, he whispered, “Ty, it’s Tanner. Are you ok buddy?”

He startled me, and I jumped a bit but then went back into my slump without a word. Tanner sat on the floor behind me with his legs spread, snuggled up behind me, wrapped his arms around my chest, and rested his lips on the back of my shoulder in the gentlest of kisses. 

After a few minutes, he began tenderly kissing across my back and neck. I didn’t resist, but Tanner could feel I was very tense and upset.

With a whisper in my ear, which was barely audible even in the quiet of the room, Tanner said, “In such a brief time, I’ve become closer to you than any other friend I have ever known. Please talk to me. Tell me what you’re feeling. Please let me feel it with you.”

I struggled to clear my throat, so I was still barely understandable. “Tanner, I don’t want you to feel what I’m feeling. I can’t ask anyone to do this with me.”

“Ty, last night you promised to stand with me as I struggle to figure out who I am. Do you think my turmoil will be easy for me? Do you think it will be easy for you to watch my anguish?”

“No,” I said.

“If you can’t lean on me to get through your struggle, how am I supposed to know I can lean on you? Do you think I’m so selfish as to expect you to single-handedly bear the burden of your pain and mine with no help from me?” Tanner asked.

“But our situations are very different,” I whispered.

“You’re right. They are different. We are all different, and while we may encounter similar struggles in life, the path will ultimately be unique for each of us. It is what makes us interesting,” Tanner explained.

I said nothing.

“Ty, I know what you’re going through is tortuous, but even if there is nothing I can do to lighten your load, at least let me lend an ear so you can talk about it. I promise it will make it a little easier for you to endure if you feel you’re not doing it alone.”


About the Author

I have long been a reader of the gay erotic romance genre.  During that time, I only rarely found books with just the right mix of plot, sex, and love.  Consequently, I started tinkering with writing my own novellas in this genre.  With the encouragement of friends and readers like you, I endeavor to share my books.

Using tiny snippets from the fantasies of my life, I began building full stories of the life I wish I had experienced along the way.  When I write my progressive series, I am drawn to the challenges of growing up gay in a small midwestern town where being different was not commonly applauded.  The trials and tribulations of seeking out a sustainable loving relationship seem to perpetually foster the rewarding challenge of creating my characters and their escapades.