Novel & Cerita Gay Brother Stories

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

I remembered this time one month ago, where Alpha Damien’s tears had made me weak. The fact that you’re gay, I’m a fake, and we’re hiding everything and lying to get married is bad enough. I want to at least be a sister-in-law your brother accepts. That way, I can be at least a little bit okay with the situation as I walk down the aisle. [Well...That will make it easier on me too. If you can make that happen, I will be thankful...but don’t overwork yourself.]

His stare pierced through me, but for once, it wasn’t me who felt owned, it was him, waiting to see just how far I’d go. I undid his zip and his cock came out dangling bloody hell nine inches? I love them huge. I inserted it down my throat and he released a tiny gasp. “Ohh boyyy”

The four of them sat. Elowyn froze. “What?” she muttered. “You heard me,” the boy grinned, slapping the table. “How does that work, huh? He bends and you make dwarf babies together?” More laughter. Louder. Crueler. "Gaydom is great but I wonder how it fits in this hellhole...." More laughter. "No flesh behind those legs but you still spread them open...." "Froste is gay...." "Froste is in heat...." "Froste is gay and slutty...."

And my brother's school fees weren't going to pay themselves. So I quit the bakery. And now I was standing in the hallway of a house I didn't own listening to a woman whose last name I didn't know perform an enthusiasm I was not convinced was genuine. I contemplated going upstairs to confront him. Honestly, I think he liked it. The confrontation. The drama. Something in Liam needed the games — needed the catching and the crying and the whole performance of remorse. Maybe it made him feel wanted. Maybe it made him feel real. I had stopped trying to psychoanalyse it somewhere around girl number four.

Since then, it's had been just me and my father and trust me, fear doesn't exist in his world. Before I turned 13, I was trained to run Vale International. Every aspect of my life was perfectly planned: elite schools, carefully selected friends. I can sort my friends by their last names. And even arranged dates. There's no room for mistakes or secrets….except for one: my true self, the one I hid behind fancy clothes and fake smiles. I'm a gay.

“I hate you so much, Jay. Big brother… it’s fine now i know better.” That one hurt the most big brother, like I was nothing more than that like all the nights I’d held him, all the times I’d made him moan my name, meant nothing. I leaned forward, eyes burning I wanted him to feel hurt too “Yes, I’ve never been gay i just wanted to take advantage of your stupid ass, and I did now the only taste you know is mine,how stupid could you possibly be?” Tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably i watched them fall, and something dark and possessive roared inside me he was mine, he’d always been mine.

Matt and Brandon laughed as Brandon explained, "Fucking some slave fuckboy's asshole or having him suck your cock doesn't make you gay, dude. Ask anyone who's ever been to a boy-brothel, fuckboy cruise, or even owned a slave fuckboy. Hell, ask the Catholic Church. They've been involved in slave fuckboy's for longer than the laws have allowed it. If you want to fuck a tight asshole or get your duck sucked, convince your wives or girlfriends to try those out. Matt and I have only ever been attracted to men, though we certainly prefer boys the same age as my new boy here. We actually enjoy sex with men because it's sex with a man, not in spite of it being with a man. But tonight isn't about con

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

Gerran nods, now scowling at him. “Yeah, prick. My boyfriend Sam,” Gerran retorts. Callum nods along for a moment, taking a sip of his water before the words register, and he chokes. Isaac stands up and steps away, similarly hacking up a lung around the mouthful of water he’d been attempting to swallow. Since when was his baby brother gay?