Gay Erotic Lit Novels & Stories

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I’d always sneak off to the gay sections instead, stroking myself raw to guys getting railed, bred, and turned into moaning sluts. Jayden noticed my silence. “What do you think? Hot, right?” I hesitated, then the words just spilled out. “Yeah… I’ve always loved gay p**n too. Like, a lot.” He paused, then grinned wider. “No shit? Why didn’t you say something sooner, man?” He turned the volume up. On screen, the bottom was bent over, ass up, while the top slammed into him balls-deep. Wet slapping sounds filled the small room—the top’s heavy balls smacking against that stretched hole, the bottom whimpering and begging for more cock. “Fuck yes, ruin me,” the guy on screen moaned as cum started l

I leaned on my shoulders, letting my legs fall open, slowly. The lace framed my cunt like a gift, lips already swollen, slick shining in the laptop glow with the fabric clinging to my skin due to my wetness. My clit stuck out hardly, begging to be flicked badly. “I made a bet with myself,” I murmured, rubbing two fingers over my clit slowly, teasing my folds, so he could see everything. “I bet you can’t keep up the gay act for too long. Not when your little sister’s dripping right in front of you.”

He let out a thick groan. “Yes, it is.” The greedy slut. I pushed him down to lie down on the bed and flat on his stomach. I licked my tongue. My hands gripped my cock and ran it over his ass hole again and again in a teasing motion. His anticipatory moans were deep. "Please," he breathed. I angled my cock properly against his hole. “Ready,” I asked. I didn't give him time to answer just before I pushed my fat cock deep inside of his tight little hole with one long thrust.

His moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the empty locker room walls. The quarterback pulled off Alex’s cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the glistening head. “Look at you moaning like a whore. Bet you touch yourself thinking about guys like me, don’t you? Late at night in your dorm, fingering your own ass while pretending you’re straight.”

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.

I moaned openly, the sound filthy and broken, my mind dizzy with arousal. He chuckled darkly, stepping closer until his hard body pressed against my back, his breath hot on my neck. “That’s it, take it like the little slut you are,” he murmured, his words dripping with degradation, each one a spark that ignited my core. “Begging for more with that greedy ass of yours.”

My chest slammed into the spines of a hundred leather-bound books. "Ugh!" I groaned, the rough texture of the books scraping my skin. He didn't use a desk this time. He stepped up behind me, his massive body pinning me against the shelf. He didn't even take off his pants; he just unzipped, his hard, heavy dick pressing against the crack of my ass. He reached around, his large hand gripping my throat—not hard enough to choke, but enough to remind me who held the power. He spat into his palm, using the meager lubricant to roughly prep me with two fingers. I was already leaking, my cock pulsing with a mix of terror and sick, addictive excitement.

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she said. Darien was keen for her to continue. She was one of the best department leads in the company so he did accept her opinions to a degree. “Go ahead.” “We don’t publish much gay focused erotica. When we do, it does very well. I would like to publish more, but we don’t get many decent submissions. Do you think it would be suitable to recruit for gay erotica authors online?” Darien shifted in his chair. He did like the idea that he was secretly the only gay erotica author for his own company. Then again, if stories like his spread more, the more it would normalise the genre.