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He does text me every hour to check in though so maybe that’s how he’s managing to hold up. At lunch, I saw him among his friends. His eyes however were set on me, and I sent a small smile. He didn’t smile back but I saw his eyes twinkle like a five year old. We sat down by our table and discussed our project a little bit more to polish some finer details. We settled on a 1920’s gay themed story about two boys in the athletics club. The characters Ray and Ban were supposed to be a classic enemies-to-lovers trope where they hate each other’s guts but they unfortunately end up sharing the same bedroom at the sports dorm. Ray being bisexual and Ban being gay but each unable to come out due to t

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

We were standing frozen, staring into each other’s eyes. It felt exactly like Friday night under the blanket. I had stayed perfectly still, letting him hold onto me. It was just us holding hands, and yet it felt so naughty. I’d known I was gay since freshman year, but I’d built a fortress around that secret, convinced Carter was the one thing I could never have. Now, the walls were cracking. “Boys! Get your idiot asses inside before you catch pneumonia!” his mom screamed from the front porch, grabbing our attention.

Like he was reading from a report. Five years with a woman named Claire. Engaged. Happy, he thought. Then the video. Her moaning another man’s name in their bed. She sent it to him. He left the next day. Took this posting to get away from everything. From women. From trust. From feeling anything at all. Cara listened. Really listened. Her thighs were pressed so tight together under the table it almost hurt. She was wet. Actually wet just from the way he looked at her while he talked about his pain. The quiet strength in his voice. The way his hands flexed on the counter.

Desire overwhelmed me as I pressed my thighs together, my hips driving into the air and my cock bursting with transparent sticky goo. “Fuck” the Master screamed, his eyes so dark and his teerh clenched as he locked eyes on the screen, increasing his brutal pace in the hole that began slamming back. My neck twitched, cold running down my spine as I fought the feeling. It was like he was looking at me, like he was there and to my horror his teeth barred in a smile. I bit down on my bottom lip, a strangled whimper coming from my throat. What was happening to me? I wasn't gay!

He pulled out a lube and condoms; the latter he tossed on the bedside table as he squirt some lube on his palm. The cool feel of the lube felt good against Jace’s throbbing hole as Jace slid a finger in, gently massaging his hole before adding another finger. Jace moaned loudly as he felt filled by Toussaint’s thick fingers in him, but Toussaint captured his lips at once, causing him to moan his ecstasy into his mouth. Jace broke the kiss in a desperate effort as he roughly pulled Toussaint, eyes pleading “Fuck me.” Toussaint understood instantly and he gently guided his back to the bed, setting pillows under his waist to prop him up.

That bastard didn't help you if he just wanted to have you for himself as a sex slave! "The only person who wanted me as his sex slave is the High priest!! What do you think that special gift means for some of us who turn 21, huh you don't know do you!!.....They force us to have sex with them and then tell us that now we are finally a real woman or man!.....it's disgusting Mark and wrong, it's rape!!! That's why i run and they man I'm with keeps me save and love me for who i am and i love him for who he is so don't talk bad about my man Mark because you are not half a man he is!! Now leave me alone!!"

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

"Of course not." He answered. He knows that it's not easy! If it was really easy to do, I would have done it, but no. "You know that. So, you also know that it's hard to force someone to love you but someone else loves you." _ (End of flashback) and I also found out that he was gay and because I'm also talkative, I told the three of them as well as Trixie, but nothing was said until Trixie still loved him.

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