Gay Encounters Novels & Stories

“Totally worth it.” “Whatever.” She rolled her eyes as Maddox grabbed a card. “Black four.” Beau just blew his load. “Stacy! Suck Beau off!” I couldn’t help but laugh at their shocked expression. “Well, she might get pregnant before the night is over.” Brittany laughed as Stacy got to work. “Well, since they are busy…” Gavin grabbed a card. “Red jack.” “I got one.” Leaning forward, Gavin glared at me. “Watch it.” “Have you ever worn a thong?”

“ Hear me?” “Well I'm a mind reader so yes I can hear you, and for your info Zach here is gay am just tryna practice how to make my man feel good tonight” she blushed dreamily. “Gay? I mean whatever what's tonight”. “ Ohh newbie you have no idea, it's the night of rituals where we have a huge party get drunk and feel good that's includes fucking”.

He winced, and I knew it was caused by the burning intrusion. Despite the generous amount of lube I'd used to marinate my cock, It…Now shouldn't be a good time to talk about my nice girth. But I think I might tease him a little bit after fucking him really good. I’ve fucked a couple of new gay recruits to know that ain’t a bad sensation, it’s like the breakage of hymen in coochies. He’d find it thrilling—-just as he did the first time I buried my fingers in his ass.

“Layla.” “No, hear me out! He’s a private gynecologist. Dr. Jay Lee. He’s discreet. Professional. Smart as hell. And he looks like a Korean actor, I doubt you’ll be needing any touching to get wet.” I blinked. “So, hot.” “So hot he could bring a nun out of celibacy.” “Layla.” “I’m serious!” she laughed. “He helped me once. You know… when I had that little ‘reaction’ to my ex’s latex kink—”

La Debauché seems to be an exclusive gay club that has an ad running on the gay side of p**n hub and they prioritise customer’s privacy more than anything else based on demand. “Book a session” stares back at me in the face. I don't even know the fucking location. I bite my lip. One exploration won't hurt right? Since I don't want Rutledge to have that type of power over me, how about I give the reins to a stranger while I stay under a mask. I wouldn't even mind a blindfold. Or a gag. Or ropes. Whatever. Enough confusion for the day. No. Okay, I should book one. My eyes squint as I tap on “Book a session” which leads me to another site entirely.

God, I felt old! “This helps because it’s therapeutic. You get to tell me all about the scumbag who did you wrong and,” she turned me around on the bar stool to face a trio of impossibly gorgeous, and equally impossibly young, men who were looking Gail over with obvious interest, “if you play your cards right, you just might get something even better.” “Gail!” I hissed. “They’re babies.” “Not from where I’m sitting,” she said with a lascivious smile. “They’re over twenty-one and we’re under one hundred, so it’s all good.”

This eyes were wide as though seeing a ghost. Renee turned toward him slowly. Her expression ashen. “You didn’t know about that? Was that were you were all these pass nights, fooling around with other men?” “Babe, it isn't like that.” That was the worst possible answer. What was happening, was he actually gay? I was just lying to see what pops up, how did it get this bad? I squeezed tightly on Gavin's hand. Gavin glanced at me briefly. Approval flickered in his eyes.

"Waaaa help rape, rape... help meeee!!!" Hey Ken, we haven't even started yet. I mean, I haven't started yet. "Hey, be quiet, you're making me feel guilty, hubby. It's not called rape, it's your honeymoon." I held his hand, because he was struggling. Tsk, stop whining hubby if you don't want to die, die of pleasure hehe it's not just a joke. "Are you crazy, I don't want a honeymoon shutangina you Trix!!"

I'm guessing the pink one is the 'really gay' pair. "Go with the white one, you want to make people guess about your sexualityfor an extra minute at least." Gabe lets out a quick chuckle, "Why would I want to do such a thing? Fine, only because you said so. Go get changed! I'll get you in ten minutes."

she teased. “Lorraine.” The seriousness of Dane’s voice made her look up. His expression was somber, lines of anxiety around his mouth. He began, “It’s not hard to turn someone on. Lesbians have sex with men all the time—they even marry and have kids. But that doesn't mean they like it at all. Arousal is just a response to stimuli and I’m an experienced lover. I know you enjoyed it physically, but it doesn’t necessarily mean anything. As a doctor, I know a gay man in the states that had sex with a girl. He managed to get it up, he managed to come, but it felt wrong and dirty and not what he truly wanted. If it feels wrong, it feels wrong and there’s nothing you can do about it.”