Gay Encounters Novels & Stories

He tangled thick fingers into Alex’s damp hair and thrust forward, forcing the fat head past his lips. Alex gagged instantly, the sheer girth stretching his jaw to its limit. His eyes watered as more inches pushed in, filling his mouth, pressing against his tongue. “That’s it… fuck, tighter than I imagined,” Jax groaned, head tilting back in pleasure. He started with shallow rocks, feeding Alex more and more until half his length was buried in wet heat. Saliva drooled from the corners of the freshman’s stretched lips, dripping messily down his chin and onto his own throbbing cock.

There was one thing that I realized about Gage. And that is, whenever he has sex with me he isn't the same Gage Stockholm that his fans know and see him on TV. He's a different Gage when he's with me. He's a different Gage when we have sex. It's like a side of him he never shows to anybody but only to me. When we have sex, he's so dominant, strong, and serious, he wants it deep, fast, and very hardcore. He wants it in a very random moment at a very random place.

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.”