Best Gay Fiction Novels & Stories

Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts. Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures. That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at

I had bought my house when I was 22, right after landing a good job, so when my wife left, I kept it. Sitting alone in the evenings got pretty boring. I wasn't looking to start a new relationship with anyone, and I didn't particularly like going to bars, so that left me with a lot of extra time. I found that more and more I would fill those empty hours watching sex videos on the computer. The more I watched, the more I looked for something different. After all, one sex video scene melts into the next until it's an endless stream of fake screaming from girls getting fucked, and after a while, that gets boring. It didn't take long for me to discover a gay sex video. At first, I was appalled by

Eve’s POV The reception passed in a blur of champagne toasts and polite conversation and photographs that would be in the society pages by morning. I smiled and laughed and held Devin's hand and pretended everything was fine. But the whole time my thoughts were spinning. He was gay. He had always been gay. He had told me he was gay when we were teenagers, and I had never questioned it. But gay men did not kiss women the way Devin had kissed me. Gay men did not have that kind of physical reaction to holding their female best friend.

Sienna took her nightgown and went back into the bathroom in a hurry and carefully. "Good night." She heard his steady footsteps and then the sound of him closing the door. The room lapsed into silence again. The mansion had excellent sound resistance, and no sound could be heard from his room even if he slept just next door. Sienna walked out of the bathroom, thought for a second, and opened her laptop. She went on a bookselling website and typed the word gay. There were hundreds of related books. Homosexual Subculture, Homosexual Psychology, Homosexual Study... Sienna added all of them into the cart and clicked purchase. Having done all of that, Sienna fell into her bed.

I have no idea why I am here. He took my hand gently. Warm and reassuring. 'I know why Liam.' I gave him a look, communicating to tell me. He picked up on it. 'My guess, you are in a sexless marriage. missing the passion both of you had when you sired four children. You have turned to p**n, hiding your identity on any site you joined. You started looking at straight p**n but became numb to its benefits. You tried shemale and stuck with it until it didn't turn you on - de-sensitized. You hesitated to try gay. You pretended to yourself to stumble across it, maybe at first a bi-sexual video. You moved on to pure gay. It re-kindled the excitement and you stuck with it, occasionally trying straig

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“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

As we smile at each other, he walks me to the door and says, “Nice outfit, you always look good in red.” I thank him and leave. But as I approach my house I slip my keys into my keyhole, wondering if I was drunk or if he actually said 'always'. Like he knows how I dress! Oh dear, I gotta get that thought out of my head. I'm such a miscalculating fool. I go inside and given the alcohol, the conversation, given my strange fantasies, I make myself comfortable on my bed and open the computer. Ahhh. It doesn't get any better than that. men never approve of a woman enjoying a good view. Only they can. But domination games, in reality, are never as good as on video. I chose one with an exceptionall

“That is fine. So I was talking to my online boy friend about gay men and he was like that they have money and would do anything for younger men who would submit to them.” We grabbed out food trays and headed to our seats and started munching. “hmm, so what are you saying or where are you headed at?” “I am saying that someone that is way sent you a friend request right? We can use it to our advantage by playing into his fantasies.” “That just might work and I need money now because of the community college I want to enroll in.” “Exactly my point. So you can message him.” “But you know I find gay shit weird.” “This is just role play. You do not need to be gay to play with gay men just let the

“Really? Why can’t we do something else instead? Like, I don’t know, sign up on a dating app or—” “Okay, ewww, no. No dating apps.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Going to a gay club is the best way for us to figure this out and yes, it’s important. It helped me figure things out, or at least make them clearer, and I know it will do the same for you. So just loosen up. It’s gonna be fun. Who knows? You might not even be gay, but bisexual.”