Aesthetic Gay Novels & Stories

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

“ I’m Aesthetic, but you can call me Thea sir. “ She said and smiled. As she observed the man who’s wearing a white suit, she noticed how good-looking he is. From his brown hair down to his black eyebrows. His unique shallow eyes that looks so interesting to stare. His well shaped jaws and the bridge of his nose, as well as his sexy lips that seems so tempting. He's also tall and masculine like Ace. This man! This man's presence is so captivating, like he would lock her up from his seductive world. “ Aesthetic means an art. “ The guy whispered right into her face. She watched how his lips curved a sweet smile. “ Your name suits you well lady. “ He added with a low voice. Thea began to observ

Alex's hands roamed over my skin, his touch gentle yet possessive. The room was filled with the heady scent of sweat and sex, a potent mixture that only served to heighten my arousal. I could feel my body responding eagerly to their intimate caresses, my every nerve ending on fire with need. As Alex continued to thrust deeper into me, I couldn’t help but marvel at how good it felt to be utterly consumed by pleasure. I had always been curious about gay sex, but nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of it all. From watching them fuck to both of them fucking me, it was heaven.

His honestly blows me away. "Nervous? For what?" "People don't appreciate aesthetic sex scenes anymore. They want it raw or they want it sublime and easy. No one wants to explore the body." He says. I couldn't help but chuckle, because he was way too passionate that I anticipated. "Why do you find it funny?" His chin pierces my sternum by a little, but I don't complain. For some odd reason, I like his company. And that too for myself. I've always been awful at sharing things.

I'm really not sure if that fucking gigolo is really gay or not. Everybody says he's gay because he's into arts and stuff, but no one has ever seen him fucking anyone. He has sent all the slave girls and boys sent into his tent back intact all these days. That's weird. The most suspicious thing is, he doesn't even bother to look at me all these days, which is highly unusual for a gay man. Plus, I didn't like the way he stared at the she-wolf while she was dancing in front of him. It was too fucking salacious.

Becca looked busy over at her desk so he selected Adam for guidance. “Adam, I’m going through the submission inbox now. There’s a gay submission, but it’s just like a standard cliché CEO erotica story. Do you think it should be passed?” The new editor looked honoured to be asked for advice. He got out of his chair and came around to look. Like all of the other editors, he was a very fast reader. “I see the reason for the indecision,” Adam commented when he had finished. “It’s very cliché, the gay part is the only element that makes it stand out. I don’t really want to pass it. The gay genre deserves better.”

He's thinking about it hard, "You like it when they wear like... slutty clothes? Skirts, bikinis, deep necklines?" I think about it. "I don't know, I guess I don't notice that type of stuff," I murmur, shrugging, "But no, not really. The girls I've fucked... they're just not like that." "Saint, you're the gayest man alive," Eros concludes, stopping at a red light and turning to me with a knowing look. I narrow my eyes. "I'm telling you I fuck girls, what about it makes me gay?" "I don't know, the fact that you like masculine girls? With muscles and who are rough and can take a punch or whatever? I don't like girls like that. I like feminine girls.”

I'd say the person that lives here isn't a girl, and he enjoys playing video games. The interior design is reminiscent of one of those opulent bachelor pads. Grey and white were the predominant hues on the walls. Next to the average-sized wall clock, a Jack of Spade's painting was framed and hung on the wall. The entire establishment is stylish and aesthetically pleasant. However, the prospect of being with a man gave me goosebumps and a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. He must be a wealthy, successful, and attractive man, but I dislike males. Because I am gay, I must say NO TO MEN!

I asked him If he says yes I'm sure I will cry so loud making his ear bleed. " no you're not ugly but very beautiful. And that bitch Bethany is ugly not you. "He said with small smile " you look good while you smile. You don't look good when you make that rich person's face. Keep smiling."I told him My visions are blurring slowly. It's not good, not at all. " are you a gay? I had read it in the tabloid? But you're so handsome. Why all handsome men are gay? "I asked him but he just tsked at it

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.