Best Gay Love Stories Novels & Stories

“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!”

" The words slipped out before I could stop them. To my surprise, Liam laughed softly. Not mockingly. Almost as if he appreciated the response. "You're free to decline, Ms. George." "Good." "However, I believe you may regret it." My jaw tightened. There it was, the bait, the mysterious opportunity, the vague promises, and the deliberate curiosity. Whoever this man was, he was very good at his job. Unfortunately for him, I was stubborn. "Then I guess I'll take my chances." Before he could respond, I ended the call.

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied Well, that was what she wanted, wasn't it? I had to play by the rules of her games for a while.

Oh, I know that feeling all too well. “That’s either love … or a panic attack,” Axel moans quietly. “Probably love,” Jesse says, raising his can. “But there’s a difference between horny love and real love.” I wonder if gay men fall the same way as straight men. “I fell in love last night … and I probably will again tomorrow.” I roll my eyes. He’s such an ass chaser. “But it’s just hormones.”

I asked the saleslady. “Yes. I really love the story and the twist of it. It’s all about a gay who falls in love with his best friend” She answered. When I heard what she has said, I get a little bit of confusion. “How did you know that my friend is gay?” I asked curiously. This moment suddenly gave me chills. It’s weird and I don’t know what to react to at this point.

They finally admitted to it and made me swear not to tell anyone. Well, of course curious me, I asked why and they replied, "When people find out I and Ashley are twins, I being the most popular one would draw attention to my twin sister automatically." Then Zaire grinned making Ashley smack him. He regained his composure with a pout and Ashley took over. "And then, when people start placing thier attention on me, they would surely see my and Connie's friendship is more than just best friends then when they find out we're dating... my school life, social life and gay life is officially over." Ashley finished with a sad voice.

Kingsley asked him. Jade heaved a big before he started to speak. "Actually it's a love story of mine. A sad one as such or should I say one sided love as such. There's this guy I've been in love with ever since I was a kid and before I even got to understand what a gay is and what my sexuality is actually is." Jade paused and smiled sadly. Kingsley moved a little bit closer to him and held his shoulder. "Jade.... Who is that person and what's his name. You can chose not to keep talking if the past is really painful. " Kingsley soothed him.

"Seriously, you really don't know enough people who can be normal about the fact that you're gay. I know you're gay, man. Get that into your thick skull first. What I meant was, I know that you kissed me for a reason, not because you felt sexually attracted to do it, but there was a reason, no?" "How do you know that?" "Because I've kissed Tyce, my gay friend out of school, far too many times to count. Sometimes it's when we're drunk and just messing around, but more often than not, it's either a kiss of gratitude, reassurance or demonstration of sincerity. You gays are a little strange like that. A simple hug doesn't work well enough to hammer the emotion through." "I have to say, I haven't

That would have to wait. I closed the apartment door locking it behind me. On the drive home, his word echoed through my head, "...I love you baby." I did not reply but deep down I knew I felt something too. Was it love? It was much more than just a curiosity. I went looking for a man with whom to experiment. Just a walk down the wild side. Instead, I found out something about myself. I was hooked on gay sex. I was hooked on Richard. He gave me a chance to walk away and instead I was drawn closer to him.

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th