Gay Boy Stories Novels & Stories

“Did anyone ever think they were?” Through a mouthful of banana, Josie sputtered, “Ah, c’mon, Laura. Two guys with one girl? Gay, gay, gay.” “Not gay!” Holy smokes, not even close to gay. Laura knew gay. Gay men, that is. Her high school boyfriend her senior year had turned out to be gay. He’d come out when they were juniors in college, home at Thanksgiving and hanging out in a piano bar with a group of friends. Ding! A million little questions had been answered with one big answer. What other hot-blooded seventeen-year-old teenager wanted to cuddle and kiss all the time instead of banging wherever they could get a shred of privacy? Or knew all the words to the disco songs? Or liked to go cl

“Tell me about yourself…I want to know who my boyfriend is and possibly soon the man I will spend the rest of my life with” Fabian sighed before looking down guiltily. "You wouldn't like to know...I'm afraid you don't love me as much anymore..." Jeanne seemed struck by his words before smiling. "If you're not a dangerous criminal on the loose then I don't know why I would stop loving you. “Fine…but please…don’t judge me” “I am not an example of morality so no way” Fabian sighed before starting to recount his childhood in a gay brothel and the rest of his life. He just hopes Jeanne won't hate him.

I murmur, almost biting my tongue. I don't dare look at my dad, not when I feel the hardened red blush scarring my snow-white skin. One time, I walked in on Uncle Kay showering, after pounding one of his bitches, a thing he does like he’s changing dirty clothes. I still remember his body… Powerful limbs… And his long, fat cock hanging down, dripping with the running water. Isla! I try to call myself to order, but the twitching veins bold on his big black cock mess with my thoughts. One little secret, I fucked myself for the first time, not to my boyfriend, but to my uncle.

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

There was a lot of potential in the writing so he passed it through. The next three were quick rejections. Then he clicked on the next one and quickly noticed it was a gay story. Becca must have followed through with her own suggestion to recruit online for gay erotica authors. He was disappointed to find that the story was a by-the-book CEO romance story. He had read plenty of similar ones over the past two months in the department. The only difference with this one was that the leads were both male. He hesitated over his decision. Becca looked busy over at her desk so he selected Adam for guidance.

A stupid small gang in the east part of la wanted us to sell them one of the worst illegal drugs in the world, which we accepted, and then they literally only gave us 1/4 of what they originally said they would give us. Then they had the audacity to think I wasn't good enough to be in a gang, just because I was a girl. Yes, thanks you got my gender right. Good for you. It's so stupid. All that's different is that boys have dicks, and girls have pussys. And honestly, the gang acted like a bunch of pussys with the way they were all nervous. I was paired up with Matei, and luckily he knew that I wasn't gonna take any more shit than I already did, because he was about to step in. And then I told

I stood there, my hand wrapped tightly around my cock, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The game had left me wired, my muscles aching with the kind of exhaustion that only comes from giving everything you’ve got on the field. But it wasn’t just the physical exertion that had me on edge. It was the secret I carried, the one I’d buried deep inside—the truth that I was gay. I’d kept it locked away, fearing what my teammates would think, and how they’d react. But in the solitude of the shower, I let myself feel, let myself touch, let myself imagine.

Ezra had noticed this yet he fell hard for him. The problem was, Kendall only ever treated him like a bro. A roommate. A guy you'd share instant noodles with at midnight, borrow ten bucks or a benjamin from, a guy he'd occasionally elbow in the ribs during late-night Dirt 5 gaming sessions. Ezra got Kendall's attention sure—but never in the way he wanted. Kendall saw him only as plain, ordinary, Ezra. So, Ezra had done something stupid. Something very reckless. He’d created Maya—a female catfish Winstagram account, with photoshopped pictures of a Brunette girl from Stock photos. He had replied Kendall's story about Kafka being possibly better than Dostoyevsky.

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

His thoughts of what could become of their little hookup were disrupted when Toussaint dropped him on the queen-sized bed where he claimed Jace’s sore lips without mercy. The kiss wasn’t harsh; no. It was simply lustful and beautiful. Toussaint was like a beast with an insatiable desire and Jace was willing to be his prey. They could never get enough of each other. Jace gave in to the pleasure as their tongues clashed, their body melding into one as sweat and cum and sex lingered thickly in the air. Toussaint broke the kiss abruptly and reached for the nearest drawer on his left, his hot gaze never leaving Jace. He pulled out a lube and condoms; the latter he tossed on the bedside table as h