Beef Cake Hunter Gay Porn Novels & Stories

I asked, and he shrugged as he left for practice. Perhaps Hunter wasn't gay, but there was something behind those amazing eyes of his, and now that he knew my true feelings for him, perhaps I'd someday find out what it was. "I like butt stuff" a nineteen year old named Alexander Birmingham told me, as he displayed his oddly impressive collection of sex toys on my bed. "I can see that" I replied, as Hunter gave the 'insane' sign with his finger behind him. I tried to keep a straight face as Alexander stood up and instantly dropped his pants.

I locked eyes with Damien. “The Vampire and The Hunter.” I said. He smiled at me. “How ironic.” He replied as he ran his fingers across the mark. It sent a tingling feeling shooting through my chest. “It’s so beautiful.” I said. “It suits us perfectly.” Damien replied. “I’m going to take a bath and try and get some of my strength back.” I said. Damien nodded.

Thanks, Cupid. Hunter stepped closer, towering over me. He picked up a remote, and loud music filled the room, the heavy beat making my heart race. Without warning, he slapped my face with his massive cock—hard, not playful. My heart raced. This wasn’t a hookup; I was their fucktoy. I opened my mouth, licking his tip, tasting his salty precum. These San Francisco guys were mostly bi, I won’t be shocked if they'd been messing around before I got here.

And when I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, that I couldn’t cum again, he suspended one of my legs and buried himself in me, hammering stronger and longer, tormenting my clitoris with two fingers. Grinding and roaring stuck to my nape, Hunter came flooding me of thick semen and made me cum again, ripping me a part, with thighs filed with honey. ‘My, my Maggie.” “Yours Hunter, just yours, my Big Guy.” We got up to Hunter’s improvised apartment after it and he showered me. Drying my hair, he asked me: “You are hungry, aren’t you, baby?” I hugged his waist and nodded, no modesty. “I’m starving, love.”

Each was enraptured for different reasons. “My mother, the great Sakina Adio, was a demented, psychotic bitch! She performed the worst kind of experiments on the supernatural. And seventeen years ago, she performed the most appalling of them all. She drugged and RAPED a male werewolf… MULTIPLE times… to test the mate bond.” Khalid’s voice was strained, but he was too pissed at this point to try and hold back.

I gasped with need, only to find a wicked grin on his face. “What? You’d like me to be a little rougher? Maybe… Like this?” he teased, and this time he went almost all the way in, making my eyes roll back “Do your parents know that their precious little girl likes this kind of thing in bed? To be dominated? To be fucked hard?” His thrusts became intense again, and I could have hummed with joy if I hadn’t been busy moaning “Would a sweet and gentle husband know what to do with a slutty hole like this? Would he know how to punish you when you break your promises?”

The comic book glowed in the dark as the pages turned one by one erasing all the words written on the book. “It’s time.” A voice echoed in the dark silent room. *At Dominoes* “Hey Shama, over here.” Tara shouted from her seat while waving her hands frantically. Shama followed her friend's action while going towards her to take a seat. “Ok, so I want a cheeseburger, paneer pizza with joy kit, one bottle of coke, and any dessert that you like.” Tara said smacking her lips, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You wanna make me penniless? You are robbing me.”

“You’re drunk and crying, and you just walked into my suite to explain.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “My fiancé… he’s gay. He’s been fucking his best friend behind my back for years and used me as a beard. I caught them tonight.” My voice cracked. “I just wanted to forget. To feel wanted for once.” Something dark flickered in his eyes. He stopped inches away, towering over me that I could feel the heat rolling off his body. “Poor little thing,” he murmured, but there was no pity in his tone but only hunger. “All that fire and no one to tame it.”

“My cousin sent me this one. He said it’s wild. I actually liked it.” He hit play. The video loaded. It was a gay p**n scene, two guys going at it hard. One was lean, and the other muscular. The lean one was on his knees, throat bulging as he deepthroated a thick, veiny cock. The top groaned, gripping his hair and face-fucking him mercilessly, spit and precum dripping everywhere. My heart slammed in my chest. This was exactly the kind of shit I watched alone, late at night, when Jayden sent me straight p**n links. I’d always sneak off to the gay sections instead, stroking myself raw to guys getting railed, bred, and turned into moaning sluts.

I muttered, skating past him. He followed, pushing closer. “Don’t push me away.” He shoved me hard from behind. I nearly lost my balance on the ice. “Maybe I can find a dildo for you to stick up your ass. Would that make you cum? Wait — who takes it up the ass? Obviously it’s gonna be you, right? The pretty little bottom.” I turned to face him, skating closer until we were almost chest to chest. “Why don’t you get on the bed and find out? Since you’re so curious about gay sex, I can fuck you. Maybe you’d like it.”