Erotic Boy Stories Novels & Stories

Outside the cellar, Eric pressed his back against the door and let out a long sigh, resisting the urge to rush down the stairs and bury himself inside his beautiful, hungry virgin. “Fuck,” he said as he exhaled and headed toward his room. Tired, Eric checked his watch. It's late, or it's too early, depending on how you look at it. He took off his clothes and turned off the light. In the darkness of the room and her mind, she had come to him. He held the upright boy in his arms, and the image of the Kitten appeared. He pictured her downstairs; with her legs spread wide and the "little girl" half open and wet. His little boy throbbed violently in his fist. He squeezed it tightly, causing the f

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

I groaned , picturing Natasha to be kneeling down in front of me. Her beautiful phoenix eyes glistening with tears as I fuck her warm mouth. My hand gripping her hair, to hold her in place. And just when I'm about to cum, she releases my cock with a popping sound. "You haven't been a good boy recently, have you?" She would whisper, against my ear and slowly move her hand up and down my cock to taunt me. Before crashing her lips against mine and allowing me to kiss her until she could barely breath. I would shove her back on her knees and have her suck my cock until I emptied my contents in her mouth.

Of course, it didn't help being in an all boys school where sex education, in those days, was all about basic biological facts dryly laid out in a text book (apart from of course the well thumbed copy of the Joy of Sex that was passed around amongst the older students. It wasn't until much later in life when I was browsing a second-hand bookstore that I first began to learn about the sub-culture (pun very much intended!) that had dominated those early wet dreams of mine. I happened to pick up an adult version of the story of sleeping beauty that was anything but an innocent! fairy tale As I read through the book I realised that these were my earliest erotic fantasies brought to life by a far

- Haaa… my baby… - Does your baby* feel good? - Oh yes… so much… I thrust into her without restraint. She loves being treated a little roughly. I grab her breasts and pull them violently! - Hmmm… Yes… Hooo… - You're going to be a good little slut and take me well… just how I like it! I take our fluids with a finger and insert it into her anus. - Humm… I move my fingers in and out, then I ask her: - Who has sodomized you before?

“Fuck… you dirty girl. You like it when I call you that, don’t you?” He leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “Tell me what you want.” “Y-your… I want your cock,” I gasped. He pulled his fingers out. I whined at the sudden emptiness. “You bratty little girl,” he said, smacking my thigh hard enough to sting. “Didn’t you just say you wanted my cock?” He stepped back and stripped. Shirt first, revealing a toned, mature body — broader and more solid than any guy my age. Then he shoved his pants and briefs down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already glistening.

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

Petrov trailed his hand back to the boy's puckered hole as he asked, "Do you usually watch p**n or just use your imagination when you jerk off?" Tim jerked a little as Petrov trailed a finger over his asshole, but answered honestly, "I usually watch p**n or read erotic stories, doctor." Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?"

I let out a loud, choked-off cry. He started a brutal, fast pace. The desk was hitting the wall—thud, thud, thud. Every time he slammed into me, I felt a wave of shared heat explode in my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down so I could bite his shoulder. I wanted to mark him. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. The erotica of the moment was overwhelming. We were two people who should not be together, doing things that were forbidden. The risk of being caught made it even hotter. I could feel him clenching, his muscles getting hard as he pushed deeper and faster.

It was the most intensely erotic thing I had ever experienced. He reached around and wrapped a hand around my cock, which was still hard and leaking. He started to stroke me in time with his thrusts, his grip firm and sure. “Come for me, boy,” he growled, his voice a raw command in my ear. “I want to feel you come. I want to feel your ass clench around my cock when you fall apart for me.”