Gay Chemistry Novels & Stories

Gael reaches my shorts and presses his face into my core, inhaling deeply before licking over the thin fabric to find my clit. “Mi cielo, tu coño huele divino,” he whispers against me. My heaven, your pussy smells divine. My breath hitches and my whole body aches for more. Hakeem’s hands slip under the tank, pinching my nipples while he sucks at my matemark. I’m so close already—too close. But just before I tip over the edge, Gael pulls away and begins lotioning my other leg like nothing happened. I almost whine in protest, but Hakeem pinches harder, biting at the mark on my neck—and I fly apart.

My Gay Dad. “Get out of my house and get out of my life. I don't need you anymore. You have ruined my life, you beach". Amelia Choley screamed at the top of her voice as she pushed her husband out of her one room apartment. “You're the worst thing that has ever happened to me. You came into my life, have nothing to offer and destroyed the little I have. You're a liar, a gay and a devil. Only demons practice gay”. Amelia said, still in anger and shouting at the top of her voice. She has a tiny but loud voice and this time around she screams so loud in frustration.

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

" Ashley spat straight to Cassandra whose face was now covered with tears and embarrassment. "And you Kennedy... how funny even the boys bully me. Let me tell you something Ken, it's okay to be a gay, I'm not against LGBTQ+. But to be a man whore is something I will find disgusting. Having sex with all those old men or let me rephrase it for you, given you dirty and filthy ass to those sugar daddies is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. " Ashley was in full energy, she surely want to pay them with their own coins. She turned to face Miss Ellen and Ashley chuckled when she saw the fear in her eyes.

He continued as everyone was patient to hear him speak. “The word gay simply means a man who could be a mature adult, a young adult or possibly a child is romantically or sexually attracted to the same sex of its kind” “Simply put, a gay is a man loving and having romantic moments which includes sex with a fellow man like himself. “ He explained as he held his breath back, paused for a moment and continued. “What happened during gay sex?." He asked the thousand of followers as he cleared off his throat to give a proper explanation.

Closing my eyes, I slump back against the cushioned back of the booth. When the scents of our mates wafts towards me. Opening my eyes, I stand and move towards the railing. Looking around when I see them by the bar. My breath hitches in my throat and my palms become sweaty. Gaia looks fucking delicious in her black leather leggings, red v neck top and the fuck me boots. Fuck! I feel myself getting hard as she smirks up at me. Both Calista and Jake follow her line of sight and they smirk too. I’m so fucking dead.

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.

“You... looks like... you don’t require much teaching, James.” That’s the last conscious sentence I hear from him for the next few minutes. After that, the only sounds filling the room are soft sighs and moans and heavy breathing as my hands travel about his body, exploring every inch. He helps me wriggle out of my pants, and I help him out of his. Our shirts fly to the floor. It’s full skin to skin now, and I’m hard as a rock, my dick rubbing at his thigh. “Wait.” I try to concentrate enough to recall whatever I know about gay sex. “We don’t have...we need...condoms...lube...no?”

“Carsen, please. You know better.” Gayle just shook her head, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She didn’t even bother correcting him. It had become a running joke, a persistent tease. Carsen, despite only knowing me for a few weeks through Gayle, had latched onto the idea like a limpet. It was mostly harmless, a way to poke fun at the obvious, if unspoken, admiration I held for Gayle. Even if it was just a fantasy, a fleeting moment in a waltz.

Becca looked busy over at her desk so he selected Adam for guidance. “Adam, I’m going through the submission inbox now. There’s a gay submission, but it’s just like a standard cliché CEO erotica story. Do you think it should be passed?” The new editor looked honoured to be asked for advice. He got out of his chair and came around to look. Like all of the other editors, he was a very fast reader. “I see the reason for the indecision,” Adam commented when he had finished. “It’s very cliché, the gay part is the only element that makes it stand out. I don’t really want to pass it. The gay genre deserves better.”