Erotic Gay Fiction Novels & Stories

The man who'd taught her to ride a bike and read her bedtime stories and held her when she cried was now inside her, moving with a desperation that made her feel like the most powerful woman in the world. “I love you,” she whispered. “I love you too,” he breathed against her mouth. “I love you so much, it terrifies me.” And he didn't mean as a father. He loves her just like a man loves a lover. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs squeezed his waist, pulling him deeper. “I'm close,” he warned in a strained voice. “Ocean, I'm so close—” “Cum inside me," she whispered. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

I smiled as I touched the door. "Uhmm. Do you like it, huh?" "Hmm ... Yes hubby!" I couldn't help but resent what I heard. I'm really still here to watch live, ah? What position? Dog style? Missionary? 69? Wheelbarrow? Not sure, I really don't know anything about those positions! "Hmm ... h-hubby! Ah! Yes!" My eyes rolled again in the air. This witch is very noisy. Is it her first time? My god! It's so annoying.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

The kiss was hungry and urgent, full of all the tension that had built up during every lecture. He backed her up until her ass hit the edge of the desk. Papers shifted under her. One hand moved from her face down to her neck, holding her in place while he kissed her harder. His other hand slid under her skirt and straight between her legs. He cupped her pussy over her panties and groaned when he felt how soaked the fabric was. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered against her mouth. He rubbed his fingers along the wet material, pressing it between her swollen lips. Sara gasped and rocked against his hand. The friction on her clit felt so good she almost came right there.

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

“Oh, Your Majesty… you’re so big… fuck—” I froze, cheeks burning. The erotic novels I secretly read had never prepared me for this. The raw, unrestrained sounds made something low in my belly tighten. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden slick heat between them. I didn’t dare knock. Instead, I stood there, heart hammering, imagining what was happening on the other side of that door. The moans peaked, then abruptly stopped. I stared at the vial in my hands and forced myself to knock twice.

Theo’s hand kept pumping him with perfect, loving pressure, thumb swirling through the constant flow of pre-cum. Their dad laughed at another story, completely unaware that his younger stepson was jerking off his older stepson under the breakfast table. Troy bit the inside of his cheek hard, fighting with every ounce of willpower not to come. His cock ached, swollen and desperate in Theo’s warm, talented hand. The passion between them, even in this risky moment, felt electric—deeply sensual, addictive, and terrifyingly intimate. Theo smiled sweetly at their mom while his fist gave one final, long, luxurious stroke along Troy’s throbbing length.

I don’t care. My body’s on fire, desperate, needy. I slide one finger inside, but it’s not enough. I need more. Something bigger. Something that feels like him. My eyes fall on the thick black marker on his desk. Grinning, I pick it up, trace it across my lips, and suck on the end, imagining the look on his face when he smells my pussy on it later. I spread myself open with one hand and sink the marker into my slick cunt, coating it in my arousal.

“Go ahead.” She leaned forward, her hands groping my breasts and kneading them. She leaned further down and placed my nipple between her parted lips and began to suckle on them like a little child. It tickled but I couldn't tell her that, not with the effort she was making. After a while of suckling, I began to feel something, though not enough to make me want to cum. “Do you not like it?” She raised her head. “I did. It's just that I want to do something even more erotic with you,” I held her by the chin and kissed her. “Now turn around with your butt facing me.”

I could already feel my balls tightening, but I fought it, focusing on her pleasure like she taught me. “Fuck… you’re doing so good for your first time,” she gasped between kisses, nails lightly dragging down my back. “Keep going. Fill this pussy. Make me cum on your cock next.” I kept thrusting into Elara in steady, deep strokes, her silky walls gripping me perfectly. But something inside me snapped. All the weeks—no, months—of celibacy, the frustration, the games… they ignited at once. My hips suddenly snapped forward, harder, faster, pounding into her with long, powerful strokes that made the chaise creak beneath us.