Gay Beastiality Stories Novels & Stories

So here IS the Deal. Im a 16 years old skinny guy that had fantasies about intercourse with animals quite some time now. Im not particular gay. I would fuck female dogs too or mares and like tits but Something about geting fucked till orgasm and achiving the prostate orgasm had me going. I got really obsessed with it. Reading all your Stories and even writing some myself i actually went for it.

Any beastkin engaging in relations with a human under 18 would be immediately neutralized, regardless of whether or not it was consensual. "You know I'm a clean freak. I don't like her touching you." Lisa nuzzled his neck and pouted. "Please, Salem. Can't we be each other's firsts?" After a long while, Salem hoarsely replied, "Alright."

Jayler was still shaking his head. “You see, there are different types of gays.” I began stepping into the forefront. It’s time to let Jayler know about the different types of gay that people refer to. “There are bears, jocks, cubs, muscle bears, gym bunnies, otters, twinks.” I went on naming every single type that I know of. And I’m pretty embarrassed to admit the fact that I learned all of these types through my hook-up days and because I’ve slept with possibly each one of the tribe.

He wouldn’t be able to handle it if Darien wrote very graphic smut. “I’ll take your suggestion into consideration,” Becca replied. “We are planning to expand our gay content and we are looking for more authors to provide a variety. I doubt that Damien Black is going to provide me with more graphic content this late into his writing career. I’ll get the marketing team to do some research into reader preferences to see if you’re alone in wanting very graphic gay erotica or there’s a genuine market for it.” Adam smiled at her. It was a very confident smile.

“Good boy. You fight hard, you win, and then you can breed her all night again. She is yours after the match.” The beast grunted, nostrils flaring as he considered the words. His hips gave one final, lazy pump, the thick ridges of his cocks dragging along my oversensitive walls and drawing a broken moan from my lips. Then, with obvious reluctance, he began to withdraw. I gasped as the twin shafts slowly slid free, each inch stretching my ruined pussy even wider before popping out with wet, obscene sounds. Thick globs of his cum poured from my gaping entrance, splattering onto the concrete floor in heavy ropes. My legs shook violently, unable to support my weight.

“I may have a confession, Elly.” This is taking a different twist than I imagined. I stand upright. “Okay?” “Public sex gratifies me.” He hisses out his sexual perversion. “I love it when I fuck my woman while everyone watches and mon to the beauty they can never bend over.” Wait… What?! “Those birthday parties, are sex parties and orgies.” He confesses, flat out. Holy fuck!!! I’m too stunned to speak, and soon I just mop. “Clara won't condone that. And inasmuch as I wanted to fuck you so badly, I didn't want to drag you into my darkness and corrupt you. Most especially, I didn't want to lose you.”

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. "Are you surprised?” I gulp, resting my gaze to land on her thick hard cock. It's so... big. "Lessy," She drawls, her voice pulling me from my open gawking to look up at her.

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.

But the council only saw devastation. Maxim stepped forward, the scrape of his boots loud in the charged silence. “You’re right to fear what you saw,” he said, voice carrying without need of amplification. “The Beast is real. It is rage given muscle and fang. It was bred in my blood by men who believed power meant dominion. But I did not unleash it to conquer. I unleashed it to survive—and to save every soul the Hollow sought to enslave.” A murmur rolled through the chamber. Garrick’s jaw tightened. “Easy words from a victor. How do we know the Beast will not rise again the next time your temper flares? What separates you from the tyrants we buried?”

she pointed out. "Gay men can be very sexually proficient," I countered. "Cáel Nyilas (damn, she loved my name), you came five times. I lost track of how many orgasms I had. If you are gay, you aren't in De-Nile, you are in Ethiopia," she giggled. This wasn't the right moment to brag that I ejaculated eight times last night. Rhada filled up three condoms during our little escapade. I repeat, I have an out of control libido.