Erotic Boy Stories Novels & Stories

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

When I reached for my dress to protect my cheek he slapped me sharply across the ass. “I said face on the floor, whore.” The sting shocked me and somehow made me even wetter. I lowered my head and did as he ordered. He rubbed oil over my ass and between my cheeks. The scent was faintly coconut. “You got a boyfriend?” he asked while his fingers worked the oil in. “Yes. Ethan.” “Has Ethan ever stuck his fingers in your ass?” Before I could answer he forced one thick finger straight in. The sudden stretch burned and I cried out. He covered my mouth with his other hand.

I had anticipated this since yesterday and right now I just needed to blow a load and get home. I surfed the net looking for my favorite object insertion p**n to beat my meat off to, I mean, what better way to get a load ready? Lubing my cock with my saliva, my palm rubbed off on my cap first before moving downwards and upwards. The screen showed a group of men holding down a gay teenager and impaling him with a ball. My mouth watered as my hand moved faster on my rock hard penis. “Shit” I gasped low and breathy as the men treated him as an object for their pleasure and not a love making session.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

I gripped his shoulders, my hips rocking against his hand. Jake kissed down my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “You feel so tight around my fingers,” he murmured. “I’ve been thinking about this pussy since I got here. Wondering how it would feel wrapped around my cock.” His words made me clench around his fingers. He pumped them faster and deeper, hitting that perfect spot with every deep stroke. My breathing grew ragged, and soft moans slipped out of my mouth. “Shhh, baby,” he whispered, his mouth right by my ear. “We have to be careful. But damn, you’re taking my fingers so well. Such a needy little thing.”

The words spilled out of me before I could stop them. Garrick laughed and hooked my knees over his elbows, folding me in half. The new angle let him grind his dick right against me “Listen to her, brothers. One dick and our sweet little moonflower is already begging like a bred-out pack slut.” The other alphas stroked their leaking cocks faster. Their eyes glowed as they watched my pussy stretch obscenely around their leader’s thick dick Eric reached down and slapped one of my bouncing tits making it jiggle. Gabriel leaned in and sucked my other nipple into his mouth.

I stroked him eagerly, loving the way he groaned and thrust into my fist. “Such a good little whore,” he praised, voice strained. “Look at you, naked on your professor’s desk and jerking my cock like you were made for it.” He kissed me again while I stroked him faster. His three fingers returned to my pussy, stretching me open while his thumb tormented my clit. We moved together—filthy, desperate, perfect. I released again on his fingers, moaning into his mouth as he spilled over my hand and stomach in hot, thick ropes.

Watching Hailey's hand still stroking Justin's thigh, Grace continued, "Hailey, is he getting hard?" Hailey bit her lip and nodded. Grace started to stroke Marcus's thigh too. Tentatively, Grace continued, "Marcus once told me a story that got me instantly wet. He told me how, when he was at school, the boys used to go behind the bike shed and compare their erections with each other. There is something deliciously naughty about the idea of coming across a group of men showing off their hard cocks, all different shapes and colors, all throbbing for release. It's something that I've thought about quite a bit since. Does that excite you, Hailey?"

Chapter 3: Sex with my best friend: Tale of a Bi- curious boy. He stopped wriggling and I felt his warm hand touch my thigh again. Seconds seemed like minutes as his hand slid over my skin and up my leg. It passed over onto the fabric of my togs and moved ever closer to my cock. I felt my loins swelling. Ever so slowly, Alex’s hand slid over my togs and onto my cock. He slid it from my balls, up my shaft, rubbing gently as my dick hardened. My eyes closed as a wave of pleasure washed over me. Then Alex broke free.

“And b-be your sex toy. Please use me, Maksim.” Maksim laughed. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, little girl.” “I never want to leave!” She cried out, her voice cracking. “I want to stay! I want you to keep me. I want you to breed me every night. Please–“ He reached beneath them and rubbed circles over her clit. “Come while you beg me, malyshka. Show me how serious you are.” She shattered then, clamping down on him so hard he feared she’d suffocate him.