Best Gay Fiction Novels & Stories

“Oh, honey. We’re not all gay. You just stumbled in like a gypsy in distress on twink night. We are primarily a gay bar, but we have women’s nights once a week and our, uh, more macho merchandise comes out to play then. It’s our busiest night of the week.” “I established this place for men who, like I once did, needed a safe place to remain hidden for whatever reasons. Many witches over the centuries have created places for safety for women, but I saw a need for the men of this world who were outcast and, or, fleeing for no fault of their own. Many taking refuge here are in fact gay, but definitely not all. Everyone has a story.” Rodger smiled warmly, looking every bit like a kind-hearted le

The flirting. I am gay, incredibly gay that I make Barney straight. And living with a 6’2 foot of pure, pulsing beautifully sculpted man that god took his time making just infuriated the gay out of me given that he’s totally my type—physically anyways, the man is a pig.

Corruptible. Now I crave control. But the filthy truth is I love being controlled too. Bisexuality was my ticket into both worlds. With men I get to hand my leash over and take. With women, I keep the leash wrapped around my wrist and pull until they’re begging. Cassie… she’s both temptation and memory. The younger version of me I’ll never get back and the toy I want to keep breaking open. Stan’s already gone for work and my stay here is officially over. For now. I should be zipping up my bag and texting a ride, instead I’m moving in slow motion, folding and refolding a shirt because the thought of not seeing Cassie again so soon knots my gut.

I wouldn't have been surprised if there was a bet going on me having sex with another guy. Anthony, Tim, and I had several conversations about the benefits of gay sex over straight sex, which was always hilarious to all of us because I had never had gay sex while they had never had sex with a woman. So the benefits of either usually boiled down to us making fun of the other as crudely as possible. We had gone on for quite a while trying to one-up each other with crude, lewd, and usually cliched remarks about gay vs straight. Going back and forth between us was usually one of my favorite things about working with these two.

“I know we've worked through introduction last week, but we have a new faces here so let's do this again. This course is about literature and sexuality, but let me be clear—this is not going to be a heteronormative history of Freud’s wet dreams. We’re gonna talk about queer writers, queer stories, queer longing—and why a metaphorical peach isn’t always just a peach.” A girl in the front row choked on her coffee. I grinned at how clever that actually was. Thank you André Aciman. We talked about Baldwin and Adrienne Rich, about hidden subtext in mid-century American fiction and how ‘coded’ characters weren’t always as subtle as people pretended. I walked around the room, asking questions, crac

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

The cozy suburban home of your best friend Mark is quiet midday, since Mark and his dad Tyson are out visiting old friends at a gay bar and staying there for a few days to catch up. You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole.*

Richard let out a raw, guttural roar, his body stiffening as he buried himself to the hilt, pouring a fresh wave of heat deep inside me. He stayed there for a long time, his weight pinning me to the bed, his heart thudding against my shoulder blades. He didn't pull away immediately; he stayed buried inside, pulsing, making me feel every dying twitch of his release. The room was silent again, but the air felt different. The "Human Messy" truth had finally settled in: I wasn't just a widow. I was the prize in a game I didn't yet understand. Richard finally pulled out and stood up, but as he reached for the last of his cloth on the bed , he stopped. He looked at the door, the one that was still

"Yeah.....Liam is....looks a lot like his mother so i am not surprised....the thing i was surprised about was actually you....that he chose you as his girlfriend.....not because of yourself but he's so on then opposite of you!I can see in your eyes and read your body that you don't like basic, boring stuff or people but that is Liam and so was his mom!" "So.....if i may ask....why did she...? I ask softly. "You may because I don't want to hide things from you" And while I listen I nod as understanding. "As you already might have seen or maybe not yet....but I'd love to do 'things', I'm an adventures guy and not only by traveling.....but also in the....bedroom.....my wife couldn't appreciate

It makes me think... but it's really Ken, no matter what I do, Ken is still what my heart really wants, it's up to you Ken, you're grown up. But don't be my best friend, you have no mercy Ken! It looks like you want to taste all the men on earth! I will not agree! Just find another man, you are not suitable for Steven eleven. Just thinking about being you makes me sick. Gay people are not Steven's type either, no matter how handsome or should I say beautiful, it's not really.