Erotic Gay Fiction Novels & Stories

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

One of those famous ‘grey’ areas for me, I'd say. Although totally un-Ellislike — that’s middle-sized, a redhead, and to put it bluntly, busty — I’d always had my fair share of boyfriends — and sex. But for a while — even before Ellis’s arrival — I’d been right off men. Well, not completely off them. I’d fancied one or two, but always the same type. Slim, effeminate guys who reminded me of women. And when I’d put my libido on auto and fantasised I’d always dreamed of pulling women. Until the very last minute, that was, when a rather wacky thing seemed to happen. If I was beginning to like the idea of being Sapphic, why did my dreams stop short of the actual sex?

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

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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.

Unable to decide if I hate him or love him for this, I can only go along with it. “Lay down,” Gabriel says. I do, and he settles beside me, propping his head in his hands. He trails a hand lazily around my breasts, then down to my stomach and further, dipping a finger into my center and bringing it up to circle my clit. “You’re not playing fair,” I whine. “Who said anything about fair?” he counters, dipping his head to kiss me while his hand plays with my pussy. I reach for his cock, then scowl when I realize it’s sheathed. I wrap my hand around it anyway, unused to the feel but eager to put him through the same torture as me.

His finger lightly brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. Then his hand grazed my waist for a second so light it was barely there, but enough to make my breath catch. "Continue," he said, right in my ear. His voice was low and rough. "Read the part about edging her, tell me exactly what you feel between your legs when you say it." I kept on reading, my voice breathless. "I would edge her for hours, making her drip down her thigh while she reads my dirty words back to me. Her tight little cunt will clench around nothing, begging for my thick cock to stretch her wide."

The locker room had become a prison of steam, sweat, and unrelenting lust. Alex could barely stand after the shower marathon, his legs shaking violently as residual cum continued to trickle down his inner thighs despite the water. His hole felt ruined—puffy, sore, and strangely empty now that Jax had finally pulled out. Every breath sent a throb through his overstimulated body, his prostate hypersensitive from the repeated poundings. The hot water had long since washed away most of the visible evidence, but the deep ache inside him remained, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he had been claimed.

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

He whispered in her ears, his voice dark, rich and husky as it tinged with a warning. “Oh, fuck..” Brittany cussed as he pushed one long finger in. Her p**y clenched, and she squirted as he rolled his fingers around her clit, hitting every part of her G-spot. He twisted his fingers and then pulled them out before holding them up to her face. It was coated and shiny with her wetness. “Open your mouth, kitten, and have a taste of yourself.” Dylan spoke as he slid his fingers in while she licked every inch of her wetness.