Best Gay Fiction Novels & Stories

I sighed contentedly and my thoughts drifted pleasurably to my buddy Elijah. He wanted to fuck me huh? I wasn't too sure about that. I liked what we had. Fucking? That was a bit of a bridge. Not that I didn't want it. You don't suck on a cock like Elijah's for months without occasionally fantasising... ——— "You ever let a mostly straight friend fuck you?" I sat next to Bailey on his cigarette break at work. Bailey spluttered all over me. "Yeah." He said eventually. "I think that's a trap all gay men fall into." He winced as he looked at me. "He'll never love you."

He’d figured out they were on to him, and he’d skipped town, leaving me and whoever else he’d been working with holding the bag. It was possible, of course, that his delight in dick had nothing to do with his disappearing act. But the more I thought about it, the more I felt it had to. The closet makes you do stupid stuff. I’d come out so early, I had been spared most of that angst, but I knew gay men who pretended to be bisexual, married women, lied to girlfriends and bosses, then did dangerous stuff like picking up strange men in dark alleys, or staying in abusive relationships because they were too scared to complain to anyone.

"Wait..I never asked you to be gay" "Well,that's what I'm gonna be. Gay" Scott said excitedly. "You can't just decide to be gay, can you even like a boy. You find it hard to like anybody. Then a boy? I'm in no mood for jokes" Jackson said as he poured himself another glass. "Ohh.. Jackson,dare me" Scott said determined. "Okay, we'll do it like this. I'll set you up with a gay friend of mine. You guys will met up at the hotel tomorrow night. Are you still up for the task?" Jackson smirked.

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“I’m not.” I tilted my head. “Didn’t look straight when you made out with me at that club.” He laughed, sharp and bitter. “I’m not gay because I’m not broken.” That did it. “What does that mean?” I growled. He stepped closer, his eyes burning. “People become gay because they’re insecure. They are gay because they know they can't satisfy a woman.” I scoffed. He will be surprised that gay men are better in bed. And he would know that if I actually fucked him that night.

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We are back in Manila, and Ally finally comes home with me. "Babe, what do you want to eat? I'll cook for you," she asked me affectionately. "Anything Babe as long as you cook," I said as I kissed her. Ally was busy cooking in the kitchen, I was bored, so I read some online stories at Good Novel, one of the most popular apps in the world. The most readable stories genres nowadays were LGBT; that was great. Aspiring writers open up their version of the world through a book to love freely in any gender it has, which others cannot accept.

My head was pounding as I scrolled through the messages until I found a picture of me grinning with a beer in one hand and a girl kissing my cheek with arm wrapped around her. Callum: Wtf Brody: Where are you? Callum: Is that a beer? Brody: ANSWER US WOMAN Callum: TEAGAN Brody: IM SO FUCKING PROUD BUT PLEASE ANSWER US BRO Callum: Speak for yourself, what the fuck Teagan! Brody: Shut up Callum she's living her best life. Callum: She's behaving like a buck wild dyke. Brody: Dude wtf, there's nothing wrong with having fun or being gay.

“Tell me about yourself…I want to know who my boyfriend is and possibly soon the man I will spend the rest of my life with” Fabian sighed before looking down guiltily. "You wouldn't like to know...I'm afraid you don't love me as much anymore..." Jeanne seemed struck by his words before smiling. "If you're not a dangerous criminal on the loose then I don't know why I would stop loving you. “Fine…but please…don’t judge me” “I am not an example of morality so no way” Fabian sighed before starting to recount his childhood in a gay brothel and the rest of his life. He just hopes Jeanne won't hate him.

This story is intended for adults aged 18 and older and contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. Readers should be aware that it includes depictions of gay sexual activity, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, cruising, public sexual encounters, power-exchange and submissive/dominant dynamics, explicit sexual language, and descriptions of consensual sexual acts between adults. All characters depicted in sexual situations are adults. This work is presented as fiction and is intended solely for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.