Gay Erotic Novels & Stories

“Run the index finger of your right hand down your neck. Good girl. Now circle your nipples. First the right, then the left. God, Keyah. Your breasts are magnificent. Your nipples are turning into hard little pebbles. Fuck!” Keyah's finger was flicking her nipple with wild abandon, moaning deeply. “Stop. Now put that finger into your mouth. Suck.” When Keyah’s lips wrapped around her finger, Aaron sank back into the pillows, closing his eyes briefly. It was probably the most erotic thing he had seen all day. “Fuck. You’re so sexy. You’re driving me nuts, Keyah. Run that wet finger down your body. No, don’t touch your clit. Did I permit you to do that?”

I hated how much I wanted him. And I hated even more that the words were clawing up my throat. “Please…” I finally breathed, the word barely audible, cracked and desperate. His grip on my throat tightened fractionally—not choking, just reminding me who held control. “Louder.” I closed my eyes, humiliation and needing to crash together. “Please… let me cum,” I said, voice shaking. “Please, Aaron.” A low, satisfied growl rumbled from his chest. “Good girl.” And then he finally gave me what I’d been begging for—hard, deep, relentless—driving into that exact spot over and over until the world shattered around me.

Today is April 1st popular my known as April fool, but I can't fool you, Diary. Often I have thrown around the idea that I might be homosexual. As is to be expected at my age, I was becoming very curious. I began my exploration by watching gay p**n and reading gay erotica. It got me off, but never as easy as heterosexual material did. Still, I kept going, often exploring my ass with lubed fingers, or a smooth object. I found that orgasms while stimulating my ass were fantastic. It was from this discovery that I formulated this fantasy. It involves a friend of Marcus.

Anything. Aaron’s hands were everywhere, rough and insistent. He gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, the cool granite biting into her bare thighs as her short dress hiked up dangerously high. The pink lace thong was exposed again, damp from her earlier masturbation and the dream’s lingering heat. He stepped between her legs, forcing them apart with his hips, and she felt it—the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her core through his jeans. “Aaron… we can’t,” she gasped, breaking the kiss, her voice a shaky whisper. But even as she said it, her hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more friction.

She was dripping wet, her lips swollen and shiny with her juices. “Fuck, look at you,” he said. His fingers ran along her slit, spreading the wetness. “You’ve been like this the whole class, haven’t you?” “Yes,” she breathed. “I was so horny… I couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth on me.” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Sara gasped at the sudden stretch. Her pussy was so wet that his fingers slid in easily, making a loud, wet sound. He pumped them fast, curling them to hit her g-spot. Pleasure shot through her body. Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter.

I screamed, my orgasm crashing through me, my walls clenching around his fingers, my body shaking. “Fuck, Kaylor,” he murmured, turning the toy off and kissing my neck. "You’re so fucking gorgeous.” “Your turn,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Fuck me, Aaron.” He grinned and stripped off his sweatpants, his cock hard. “You sure? I’m not going easy.” “Don’t,” I said, pulling him closer. “I want it hard.” He growled and flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up. “Ass up,” he ordered, his hand smacking my ass lightly.

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

“Oh, that’s all right. Look right now, Katrina you…. Oh my gud, that’s good… Katrina, the way you thrust your hips around when you sit on my cock is just beautiful.” “Daddy likes?” I teased. “Daddy loves it,” he bounced back. “What am I doing to you? Tell me.” “You are going to make me shoot my load into you if you keep this up.” “No daddy,” I squirmed about in a thrusting, twisting sequence of provocative motions, “No, that’s not what I am doing. You know what I mean. I want to hear you say it.” “Aaaaarh that’s the girl, keep thrusting yourself forward harder. My cock is just the right size to find your g-spot.”

Oh, look at the way his body’s gone all stiff, Georgie boy is sure loving this. Wow, look at that cock gleaming with your combined love juices... such a beautiful sight. Keep stroking his cock, use both hands now and get a tight grip. Slide your hands up and down, slow and easy... gradually building up on the tempo. Yeah, oh... hell yeah, watching you jerking off my husband in front of me is making me so horny. Oh, yeah... I’m going to cum again, just looking at you go. Oh, yeah... keep stroking it, stroke it hard... look, his getting bigger and more red... he’s going to cum... oh, fuck... here he comes... keep on stroking him. And don’t waste that delicious spunk, get it all in your mouth.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.