This monster value pack gay erotica anthology of 719 pages and over 80 stories, many of which have never been published before, from the pen of premier anthologist habu, explores the concept of gay male sexual fetishes. Included are stories indexed to 40 fetishes that meet the broadest definition of fetish: obsession with the unusual in sexual gratification. These serve a broader definition rather than a narrow one, because, at the end of the day, a fetish is very personal. It’s what arouses and becomes obsessive and services the gratification needs of the individual.
The 40 indexed fetishes (others beyond the indexed ones creep in, of course, and are included in the index at the back of the book) offered in the more than 80 stories of Fetish Galore! are more of a foundation and a beginning for gay male readers than a comprehensive “end all.” For ease in locating your favorite fetishes, the stories of this anthology are arranged by primary story fetish alphabetically in the table of contents, and also alphabetically by story title in one index at the back of the book and by fetish in another index. The initial, uncategorized, signature “Fetish Galore” story is an unabashed tongue-in-cheek romp at including as many fetishes—over 40 in this case—in one story. If your favorite gay male fetishes are not included in this anthology, it may well be time for you to take up your pen and start writing fetish stories of your own.
“I’ve got this itch deep inside me that can only be reached and satisfied by a hardworking muscled hunk with honest-work, callused hands, a big, thick dick, and rough technique.”
“Well, between the two of us, I’ve got the biggest and thickest dick. Let’s go back to the bedroom and I’ll see what I can do for that itch,” Nick said, with a smile.
“I said rough sex and burly handyman hunks, Nick. You don’t even come close.”
“Thanks loads, Mr. White-collar Picky,” Nick retorted.
“You know what I mean, Nick. You’re too refined and sensitive to scratch this itch. Sometimes I need someone who will skip the preliminaries and just pork me hard, deep, and quick—wham, bang, thank you, ma’am. It’s a fantasy I have occasionally. Just go with me on this.”
“Well, OK, if that’s what you want,” Nick said with a sigh, as he logged off the computer and unfolded himself from his chair. “You’re in luck. I happen to have met a couple of construction workers last evening at Club 216 who were quite explicit about what they could do with me if I came over to their construction site. I think they were hunky enough for you. Let’s take a ride.”
Three guys were standing around a pickup truck at the construction site and taking a smoke break when Nick and I drove up. I could tell at a glance that they’d fit my bill: all big, square-chinned sonovabitches, with big hands, muscles on their muscles, and big broad grins on their faces when they recognized Nick. Nick told them what I wanted, and their grins got even bigger as they circled around me, eyeing me lasciviously and whistling at and talking dirty to me. Just what I’d ordered. . . .
They led us into what would be the basement of a half-finished McMansion at the back corner of the construction area, and, at my request, two of them stripped down to just their hard hats, their tool belts, and their boots, as the third one slowly stripped me down, feeling me up as clothing items were shed, . . .