Boyxboy Smutty Books Novels & Stories

“Always reading smut, huh? I didn’t take you for the type, but I guess I should’ve known better.” I scowled at him, crossing my arms over my chest defensively. “I haven’t always read smut. The books I used to read before were never like this,” I shot back, my voice laced with irritation. “It’s just…different genres. That’s all.” He chuckled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through me. “Sure, different genres,” he mocked lightly, waving the book in front of me. “You know, these scenes are pretty explicit. I didn’t know you had such a vivid imagination.”

♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙 Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ. Iᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛ� � ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. Don't copy my work. This is based on my imagination.

After a pause, he went on to say, "I have watched p**n. Bad stuff. Men touching. It makes me hard, and I stroke myself." I've refused to believe what went through my ears. What a twisted thing to put into one's head! The boy was holy and innocent enough; he was an altar boy, but that confession twitched my cock in my pants. Then, he furthered his confession by describing how he watched grown men fuck younger boys while pumping his own cock using his hand and soap.

When he pulled his boxers down, he was baffled to find that he had come while having wet dreams about that woman. “Damn! You’re such a mess, Phoenix!” He stared at the creamy mess inside his boxers. He should be disgusted for having such a filthy dream, but surprisingly it felt good. Phoenix scrambled out of bed and went to the bathroom. He needed a cold shower to calm his body. It was the first time that he had a wet dream about a woman, a stripper to be exact. “Fucking pervert!” He cursed himself. But he had to admit that it was such a delicious dream, he could still feel how her wet tongue licked him.

I liked being handled like that and the realization hit me hard. “You like it, don’t you, you little slut? I can see it in your eyes.” He let go so I could settle again. The stroking started back up and his fingers returned to my lips. “Smile for me again. That’s it. Good girl. Now open your mouth as wide as you can. I want to look inside. Show me that throat.” I was soaked. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, but not all the way. He used his fingers to push it wider and held it there. “Keep it open. Keep your tongue out. Look at the hole.”

*I command hoarsely, angling my hips to grind against your swollen clit with every thrust. *Sweat drips down my face and chest as I rut into you like a man possessed, chasing our rapidly approaching peaks. The wet, filthy sounds of our coupling echo obscenely in the small room, mingling with our grunts and cries of ecstasy.* Fuck, I'm close too! Gonna pump you so full of my seed, breed this fertile little cunt! *With a final, brutal thrust, I bury myself to the root inside you, my cock jerking and twitching as I explode.*

The room filled with the symphony of their use: the wet slap of skin, the guttural male grunts, the choked, desperate sounds she made around the cock in her mouth. “You like being our communal fleshlight, don’t you?” Sam’s voice came from beside her ear, calm and darkly amused. His smooth hand stroked her sweat-slicked side. “You love knowing any one of these guys can pump a load into any hole they want. That you’re just a set of free-use holes now.”

Wow, this girl must be the daughter of a senator I turned on the screen and wowed at the lockscreen wallpaper. It was a very handsome boy. So so cute "and he looks like a girl" I muttered out with a laugh. Or maybe it's a girl that looks like a boy. Whatever. Either way, they look good I stood up and tucked the phone under my clothes so my auntie won't see them and sell them to buy cocaine Wilbur's POV I walked in through the gate and hurried to the garage. She came out of her car

🔞Warning🔞: This chapter contains EXPLICIT smuts. Readers, please read at your own discretion. If you are not comfortable with this, just skip the entire chapter. ******* The position they were in reminded Sean of the same thing not so long ago — the moment of sweet punishment. He remembered wanting nothing more than to hit and kick Oswin for daring to invade his private part, but now, in this exact position, he wanted to beg Oswin to do that again. He knew he was uncharacteristically shameless, but not only the heart but also the body wanted what it wanted.

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent." "Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?" "Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?" "Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked. "Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband." "The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him." "That's the one." "So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.