Gay Boy Stories Novels & Stories

When I was in college, at a large state university in the South, I haunted the johns looking to service other students. In those days, when gay liberation had not arrived in the South, most of the homosexual activity at the college involved sucking off straight guys in the johns. But there was also some activity in the then rather small town, which boasted a cruising area around the train station. It was there that I encountered "Golden Boy," a young man of exceptional beauty.

ROSE SHARMAN "It is so beautiful." I sighed fascinated at Edrien. Edrien Peck, the magician of mysteries, the bad boy from Institute. And the most handsome and strange boy in the institute who bullied. "It's so horrendous." Gus, my best friend, mutters reluctantly. "If you were gay, you wouldn't find it horrible." I narrowed my eyes, glaring at him. "Why do you like a weirdo like that?" I snort. "That's exactly why I like it, its rarity. He is unique."

“It’s a long story, but I’ll cut it short. Mr. Henry Puna like Gabriel told you is gay, but being the only son of his parents, they got him high and forced him to have sex with a random whore after getting him to erect through his boyfriend. The whore got pregnant, gave birth and handed the baby over to Henry’s parents who have been taking care of the boy.” I pitied the little boy. “Poor baby,” living without your father or mother can really be pitiful; I wonder how the boy will feel when he grows up. “I understand the fact that he is gay and that he has a boyfriend, but shouldn’t he have raised his son by himself?”

I grew up as a sex slave in the yard of Don Clinton, the ruthless Italian Mafia boss. Sold to him at eighteen, I was now twenty-four — broken in, addicted, and utterly used to the brutal rhythm of his fat cock. Life had narrowed to one simple truth: I was nothing but a cum dump.

CHAPTER ELEVEN THE HIDDEN GAY CRUSH LOVER. Anslem had barely settled down for the night after the romantic encounter with uncle Joe in the staff office. His hidden sexual desires has been quenched to an extent as he now felt relieved. He couldn't really imagine how his gay sexual desires has increased all of a sudden. What he hated he now found himself loving. Anslem who had once hated the horrible few times where he saw his Dad and his gay friends having intense sex. But now he is growing up to becoming a pro who is becoming addicted to gay lover's.

Jessica took a step towards her and pulled out her phone, swiping upwards. "You see, I kinda found out that my boyfriend was obsessed with some girl on OnlyFans, so I had someone clone his app for me, you know..." No... Kate took a step back. For each move she made, Jessi covered the distance between them, her eyes sneering. "That's when I discovered that he was even chatting privately with her, paying a fucking huge amount of money for her nudes. First was a video of her fucking a guy, and another was a threesome."

“Look at you moaning like a whore. Bet you touch yourself thinking about guys like me, don’t you? Late at night in your dorm, fingering your own ass while pretending you’re straight.” Alex shook his head weakly, but the denial died in his throat as Jax plunged three fingers deep, pumping them hard while sucking him again. The freshman’s back arched off the bench, a broken sob escaping him as orgasm crashed over him without warning. He came hard down Jax’s throat, hips jerking erratically. Jax swallowed every drop, milking him dry before pulling back with a satisfied smirk.

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.

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

“Lower yourself slowly, baby. Let me watch that tight pussy stretch around your stepbrother’s big dick.” I gripped the base of his cock with one hand—it was so thick my fingers barely met—and lined him up with my soaked entrance. The head nudged my puffy lips open. I sank down inch by inch, gasping loudly as he stretched me open. “Oh my god… he’s so fucking big,” I moaned. The burn was intense and perfect, my walls fluttering and gripping every ridge and vein as I took him deeper than I thought possible. When my ass finally rested against his hips, I felt impossibly full, his cock buried to the hilt inside me.