Gay Encounter Stories の小説・ストーリー

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

It came from Lilith, who was three tables over, with the bald man who always asked for her because she screamed loudest. The screams were part of the service, part of the atmosphere, and part of what made the scarlet sea different from the other bars in this part of the city. The girls here performed pleasure like a circus act, and the men paid a premium just to hear them meowing like the pussies they called them. “You make those sounds?” the man asked as his thumb worked her nipple through the cotton. “If you want me to.” He scrunched his nose up in disgust. “I don't want you to make sounds because I want you to. I want you to make sounds because you can't help it.”

I stayed on my knees for a while, catching my breath. Damon lifted me up and took me to the bed, massaging my shoulders. "Did you like that?" "Yes, sir." "Good... Now.."he paused, looking at me. "What is your experience with anal sex?"he asked. My head whipped toward his direction, licking the remaining of his cum from the corner of my lips. I broke into a smile that caught him off guard. Tonight was going to be much better than I hoped for. "I've never had anal sex before", I respond.

This story is intended for adults aged 18 and older and contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. Readers should be aware that it includes depictions of gay sexual activity, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, cruising, public sexual encounters, power-exchange and submissive/dominant dynamics, explicit sexual language, and descriptions of consensual sexual acts between adults. All characters depicted in sexual situations are adults. This work is presented as fiction and is intended solely for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

Since I am already a certified gissipwr, I asked again. "So, does Ma'am Rebecca know him?" I turned to him again and examined his serious face busy driving. "E -Eh, t- those girls with you earlier ... does Ma'am Rebecca know that?" The bottom of my lip almost bled from being bitten. My body hairs grew when I heard his cold voice as he braked. "Mind your own bussiness, teacher." I swallowed and stopped talking. I was ashamed of this demon again. Why am I infected with Aling Wency? Damn, those gossips don't have a good effect on me.

“Come to thank me for taking your V-card like a good little slut?” The cheerleader on his lap burst into giggles and kissed his neck again, louder this time, marking her territory. Aaron continued without missing a beat, his tone casual and cruel, like he was telling the funniest story in the world. “Yeah, guys, listen up. Harper here basically begged me to fuck her on Friday night. Said she was so tired of being the pathetic school virgin that everyone made fun of. So I did her a massive favor and popped that cherry.” He laughed, shaking his head dramatically as if the memory was pathetic. “Biggest fucking mistake of my life. Her pussy smelled funny—like old fish mixed with something rotten

Jayler was still shaking his head. “You see, there are different types of gays.” I began stepping into the forefront. It’s time to let Jayler know about the different types of gay that people refer to. “There are bears, jocks, cubs, muscle bears, gym bunnies, otters, twinks.” I went on naming every single type that I know of. And I’m pretty embarrassed to admit the fact that I learned all of these types through my hook-up days and because I’ve slept with possibly each one of the tribe.

I rounded the corner and stopped breathing. Gale was on his knees with his face buried between Logan Reeves’ legs. Logan, his so-called business partner who came over twice a week for “late-night strategy sessions.” There was a younger man I’d never seen before bent over the couch arm while another stranger fucked him from behind. A full orgy. All men. All of them naked and sweating and laughing. My brain couldn’t process what I was seeing. Gale always talked about how ‘disgusting’ homosexuality was, how unnatural it was, how pack traditions forbade such behavior. He’d shamed people for it publicly. And now he was here doing this.

And it wasn't until I wanted to take out the trash and instead took out my briefcase did I realize I needed to shut it all off. Even if it was just for one night. And it seemed like the only thing that would fix this disorientation was a hard fuck. That was the primary reason I was pushing through the door of the gay bar. For a fuck, and to unwind. The place was loud with people laughing and gyrating on the dance floor. I plugged in my ear buds to avoid the loud music as I ordered a whiskey at the counter. The bartender passed it to me quietly after payment and I moved toward the back.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.