Freegaymalestories Novels & Stories

I love all different kinds of music, so there's a little something for everyone. 4. I write all different kinds of books. If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms: a. GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (ongoing)

Allison asked again. "Yes..the same one" "Oh my gosh! That hot dude? I heard rumors that he's gay from staff" "Gay? I think I heard about it from him too.But I'm not so sure about it. Anyways he was drunk when we did it" Kylie said. "I still find this so hard to believe Kylie" "Again.. I got involved with his mother and we went for a family dinner where I passed out and found out that I'm allergic to shrimps" Kylie said in a rush.

his mouth. I moaned out as I felt him wrap his lips around me, he was pretty talented the way he started slow and got deeper over time. I put my hand on the back of his head and told him what a good boy he was as I hear him moan in excitement as he gets more passionate. We continue this for a bit before I tell him to get bent over and get ready to take it. He does as he’s told and gets his ass up presenting himself to me as I get behind him and mount him, my hands holding his waist as I rest my shaft on his hole and drag it. It feels good hearing him wimper in excitement as I pull back and start to press into him. He opens up as I slide deeper into his ass, his warmth surrounds my cock. It

⚠️Content Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of explicit sexual acts, including oral sex, anonymous encounters, public restroom settings, gloryhole scenes, multiple partners, and themes of sexual degradation, exhibitionism, and female submission. The content is intended for mature audiences aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is strongly advised. All characters depicted in sexual situations are consenting adults over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction and should not be interpreted as an endorsement of unsafe or non-consensual sexual behavior.

taking a long breath Seth walks to the door. He opens it "what do you want?" Tommy rushes in "dude I've been trying to call you all night what's up with your phone?" "It's broken" he lies " what are you doing here?" "Brady's pretty pissed about what happened at the party last night and all the other guys have been bad mouthing you all day" "That's just fucking great" Seth angrily smiles "are you here to make fun of me too?" "No of course, not dude you're like my best friend and plus I don't judge, my older brother's gay"

It is kind of lonely because I haven't found a lot of new friends yet, but I kept in touch with the boys online. I love having my own place. I can walk around naked. Watch porn without headphones. And I even bought a fleshlight so I can practice for the real deal. Im gay by the way. The boys know but we haven't talked much about it And one day, in the middle of a masturbation and smoking weed session, someone starts banging on the door "Open up asshole!" I hear Blake roar Worried that they were gonna wake up my landlord upstairs, I quickly threw on some clothes and shoved my lubed up boner into some pj pants and covered my bottle of lube and fleshlight with a old shirt

Courtesy of Grey who decided to race his bike like a complete idiot on wet roads. And that opportunity had passed me by, whooshing over my head till now. There was still a little bit of hope because the both of us had kept in touch. I opened my phone and texted him. “Hey. Are you up yet? Did you sleep well?” I waited for his reply. We had been texting since we had parted ways at the gay bar three days ago. Our last messages were the plans for a date that had been made this morning while I was at the hospital taking care of Grey.

Toussaint didn’t stop kissing his napes, although a little more subtly as he pinched his nipples, then down to his cock that was growing again. “Why does your body say otherwise?” Toussaint’s voice was now deep again, lustful and sinful. “I don’t know,” Jace whispered as he turned to face Toussaint, sitting on his thighs and inches away from getting a new sore asshole. “It’s just… this is the biggest job I’ve gotten in a long while. I’m not ready to fuck it up.” “I understand,” Toussaint whispered as he pushed a wet strand of Jace’s curls back. He pulled him closer and kissed him.

My biggest problem wasn’t writer’s block. It was a terminal, throbbing case of blue balls, and the only cure was Damian. I could write a thousand words about the slick heat of skin on skin, the guttural sounds a man makes when he’s about to come, the exact way a cock pulses in your hand. My anonymous stories in the university literary magazine were legendary, the most dog-eared, most whispered-about pages in the whole publication. Everyone thought "A. N. Onymous" was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual.

He grabbed for anything-bench edge, Malik's shoulders. The room echoed Jace's climax: the gasp, the moan, the slur of breath. Malik held him through it-tongue still pressing, mouth milking, polishing off the last drops. As Jace stilled, breathless and shaking, Malik rose-hands slick with both their fluids. He leaned forward and kissed Jace-wet, deep, smoky, tasting of him. "You taste like fire and steam," Malik whispered. Jace's response was a shaky laugh. "Never thought I'd feel this... let go."