Best Gay Mystery Novels & Stories

“You can go back to your desk. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable here.” Zach dutifully sat back down at his desk and waited for his face to cool down. He really wasn’t cut out for reading smut, let alone editing it. He would have to move onto that at some point in the year. He was supposed to experience all editing roles throughout the year. “We do get some gay erotica,” Becca told him when she returned to her desk. “It’s just not as common so we haven’t had a submission for a while.” “Damien Black, whoever he is, is the king of the genre,” Robert agreed. “He hasn’t submitted anything for a while though.”

My dad, Mia, things could've gone differently for him. But in some odd, messed up way, it worked out for the best for me at least. Because the sexy ass detective who was on his case, became the man of my dreams. And quite frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. The END. . . . This marks the end of SADAM guys I'm broken up and so happy at the same time. I reaaaaalllllly hope you liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I cant explain my gratitude for each and every one of you. -Anna

Breaking away from the kiss for air, she sighed and smiled down at him. “You know, for someone who is so shy when it comes to intimacy and topic of sex, you really do know how to use your hands..and tongue." She giggled. “Well." He smiled, squeezing her butt harder, making her gasp. “ Remember that novel I saw in your house?” “Which one?” She moaned. “I have lots of them” “ The one titled ‘Last Night.' " He winked at her. “The erotic one.” “Oh.” She replied as her eyes went wide in realization.

I rested my back against the door and watched as horny teenagers fucked and ate each other's faces. “Gross,” A voice said from behind me, I turned around to see a blond guy with grey eyes, staring down at me. He was fucking tall, but not as tall as Ralph, his eyes pierced into my soul and I found it hard to look away. “Do you want to talk?” He said in a whisper, pointing towards a room door. Seems like he is gay, and he is my fucking type. “Yes, I would love that,” I chuckled, taking his hands into mine.

his mouth. I moaned out as I felt him wrap his lips around me, he was pretty talented the way he started slow and got deeper over time. I put my hand on the back of his head and told him what a good boy he was as I hear him moan in excitement as he gets more passionate. We continue this for a bit before I tell him to get bent over and get ready to take it. He does as he’s told and gets his ass up presenting himself to me as I get behind him and mount him, my hands holding his waist as I rest my shaft on his hole and drag it. It feels good hearing him wimper in excitement as I pull back and start to press into him. He opens up as I slide deeper into his ass, his warmth surrounds my cock. It

There's a toilet without any privacy and a small sink beside it. "Are you Vincent Romano?" Domino asks as he sits up in the bed. "Yes? Why do you care?" I grumble as I climb onto the top bunk and lay down on my back. "Why are you here? I thought mafia bosses didn't get caught?" "I don't know how they got me but here I am," I say and close my eyes to try and think. "Is it true you're gay?" He asks and I open my eyes again. "Yes. I have a boyfriend," I say and he hums.

“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.

We quickly grabbed our crates and continued working. ************ As I walked home that night, the only thing on my mind was. “10k per session” With my numerous part time jobs, I barely make quarter of that in a month. And it wasn’t even 10k per month! It could be more, depending on how many times you meet the person. Damn. Was I seriously considering selling myself right now? I would be doing things with a man. Was I even gay? I don’t know. I’ve watched a few BL stuff, I’ve also watched straight stuff, what does that make me?

Too bad for the criminal element, I used all my pent up energies and frustration hunting their asses. "Let's finish this then if you're happy with the goods, the boss will be waiting." I passed him the case full of money, which he passed off to one of the goons to be checked for authenticity. This shit was nothing like the movies. It took time and planning to be executed just right. These fucks took their business seriously, down to every last detail and they had the money and resources to carry it out. This fuck Mikhail Zubrinsky could buy and sell three third world countries and still be a multi billionaire.

“Your parents hated you because of it. Never wanted you to be a gay, but straight, they didn't visit you in prison because they thought it would be a better punishment for you to change from being gay, they knew you didn't kill the man. And just as they hate you, you hate yourself just as much. Trying so much to hide the fact that you're gay.. You wanted to be straight, but couldn't. And when you saw Dixon. You liked him.” “Who are you exactly?” “I just told you, I'm Dr. Green. Not an ordinary doctor though. A different type.” “You knew exactly how my life was.” “And I knew how it's gonna be.” “How is it gonna be?” “Freedom from your own self, happiness you never did experience before and lo