Gay Brothers Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Oh. And that will be so disgusting; you getting attracted to me. I hope I don't catch you peeping, you bloody fag…" Justin’s expression changed, and he cut in with anger. Who the hell does Nougat think he is? It’s not as if he’s Hayden! “Shut up, you think you are worthy…” "Words, Nougat! What's the issue? Why the noise?" Evan stepped into the garden, and his eyes fell on the two glaring boys. Nougat turned to Evan and shuddered with disgust. “Dad, can you believe? Justin is a fag. He's gay.”

she shrugged “You said something about Mr. Puna being an old man. I didn’t know he’s old.” “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.”

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.

“Oh, sorry about that. I had to lock him up because he wasn’t listening to me. If I had told you to come see me, you would have ignored me. That’s why I kidnapped your lover.” “Where is he?” He demanded. “In my room.” “Got some nerves. You are so sick in the head. You will pay with your life if anything happens to him.” His brother uttered and walked out on him. “Why did you do that?” I questioned. “Because he is my brother and I know him so well.” “But you didn’t have to kidnap his boyfriend. Wait, your brother is also gay?” I laughed as he faced me. “Yeah. Didn’t you know that? All of us are bisexuals.”

“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.

"Your only son and heir... ...is gay!"

Before he inherited the gang from his father, he was a happy young man, was shy, and was not really good at expressing his feelings since he was still trying to figure it out anyway. His father was the most homophobic asshole in the world and beheaded his first boyfriend right in front of him. the sight scarred him forever, hence his shrewdness, ruthlessness, and disgusting way of treating his sexual partners. What made it worst was the videotapes he’d seen of his dad having sex with very underage boys…so he was confused as to why his father was so much against the notion of loving a man. Anyway, after his first boyfriend died, Cain knew he could never be anyone’s love ever again.

Regardless of the lack of affirmation from Roth, Craig was continuing to speak, “I know you're wondering, so: A power bottom is a man who both receives the penetration and dominates during sex, taking control of things like speed, depth, and position.” “Contrary to straight sex, gay sex isn't Nike: You can't just do it. You have to think about things. What did you eat last night? How clean are you? Is there lube nearby? Anal is a bit more complicated and often more painful than vaginal sex. Therefore, gay men don't always have the luxury of getting it on at the drop of a hat.”

While Merry and I get the bacon ready, Gael beats the eggs before straining the oil from the potatoes and onions and mixing the whole thing together. “So, did you guys always know that you were bisexual?” Merry asks. “Si,” Gael says matter-of-factly. I’ve always admired his easygoing attitude about his sexuality. Not that my family ever said anything about mine. They honestly were happy that I was happy. But I had bowed to society’s feelings about bisexuality in men. I buried it as deeply as I could.

The casual touches, the long stares when he came home sweaty from work I thought I’d hidden them better. “What were you watching exactly?” he pressed. “Tell me.” I swallowed hard. “Gay p**n. Older guy… taking control. Big cock. Making the younger one submit.” Max’s eyes darkened. I glanced down involuntarily and saw the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans. He was hard. My own dick throbbed in response, pressing uncomfortably against my shorts. “Stand up,” he ordered. “Drop the shorts. Show me how you were touching yourself last night.”