Gay Encounters Novels & Stories

“Zara… this isn’t just sex. This is you walking into a locked hotel room with a man who paid six thousand dollars to do whatever he wants to your body. What if he is a serial killer? What if he’s lying about the tests? What if he doesn’t stop when you say stop? What if—” “I’m on the pill,” I cut her off, my voice sounding steady even though my stomach twisted. “The agency vets every client; they’re paranoid millionaires who don’t want lawsuits. I get tested every month. In fact, I’m safer doing this than half the girls hooking up in clubs. Don’t be scared, Gia, I carry pepper spray. I’ve done this four times already, and I'm always careful.”

“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.

Eve’s POV The reception passed in a blur of champagne toasts and polite conversation and photographs that would be in the society pages by morning. I smiled and laughed and held Devin's hand and pretended everything was fine. But the whole time my thoughts were spinning. He was gay. He had always been gay. He had told me he was gay when we were teenagers, and I had never questioned it. But gay men did not kiss women the way Devin had kissed me. Gay men did not have that kind of physical reaction to holding their female best friend.

"Go back to your room before the maids start wandering the halls. I don't need the gossip reaching the wrong ears just yet. And Blaire? Don't think you're done. This was just the morning shift." I sat up, my body feeling heavy and used. My pussy felt swollen and raw, a dull ache that made it hard to move. I pulled the crisp cotton shirt over my head, the scent of Raymond’s expensive cologne filling my nose. It drowned out the smell of the sex for a second, but I could still feel the sticky warmth of his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs, trickling toward my knees in thick, white streaks that stained the expensive rug.

It's tempting to piss her off every time we meet, but since I plan to keep my balls for a long time — I kept the teasing to the minimum. Second one. Ahbaya likes to read Gay porn. Yes, that’s right. She loves the shit to the bone. And the thing is… I’m fine with that, all of us have weird fetishes and stuff. Heck, I’ve experienced a lot of customers with weird fetishes — but hers is now at the top of my list. Long story short, she asked me what anal sex felt like. And when I answered no, she said, ‘wanna give it a try?’ And no, it’s not her ass. Yes, It’s mine.

one spat. Don't they have any other things to do than to stare?. I was used to they words because I've been hearing this since the incident happened. " eww, is he really a gay " " my little girl cry when she found out her favourite celebrity is a gay. I mean she has a crush on him " a lady said. It was a useless thing to hear. These loser are just too noisy. My ears are worn out thanks to them. I threw away the bouquets and get-well card in the bin that were in my arms.

Ken said as if he was shaking and then I felt him squeeze my elbow and I moaned because of that. I'm just going to call you wifey and then I'm still holding back, you're really annoying Ken, no, you've really elbowed me. "Any mister there will not agree to ask for their wife's number, especially from a man we don't know well yet." What's up with you hubby? I think you're addicted! Are you sniffing now huh? "A-Ah, go ahead, it's okay if you can't." Ken started walking. I looked at Ken, Ken who is gay.

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.”