Gay Erotic Tales Novels & Stories

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

She wasn't expecting my nerd of a self to actually be able to have an affair in the school restroom. I must look like a cock-hungry slut, on my knees with saliva dripping down my chin and tits exposed to the large hands of Xavier. Thinking nothing of it, I tore my gaze away from her back to Xavier’s length and started in long, slow strokes. Running my hands up and down his shaft, taking his balls into my mouth, I gave a deep suck. “Fuckkkkk…” He groaned loudly, grabbing a fistful of my hair. Before I even had the time to process anything, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock into my mouth.

She kept her eyes on his. His pupils were blown wide, the brown nearly swallowed by black. His breath came shorter now. He pushed a second finger into her, and her cunt gripped him automatically. Somewhere in the background, Tessa's low laugh cut through the bar noise, followed by the wet sound of a mouth on skin. Tessa was the blow job bitch. None of the other ladies held a candle to her when it came to satisfying men with her mouth. She was just good at what she does.

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.

DOUBLE THE SIN TWICE THE HEAT AUTHOR’S NOTE; THIS IS A GAY P**N BUT NOT THE REGULAR KIND! This story contains mature themes intended for an adult audience. It explores dark romance elements, including power dynamics, intense emotional tension, possessiveness, and morally complex relationships. Certain scenes may be suggestive, provocative, or uncomfortable for some readers. Please be aware that this is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes. The relationships and behaviors depicted are not meant to reflect healthy real-life dynamics.

she pointed out. "Gay men can be very sexually proficient," I countered. "Cáel Nyilas (damn, she loved my name), you came five times. I lost track of how many orgasms I had. If you are gay, you aren't in De-Nile, you are in Ethiopia," she giggled. This wasn't the right moment to brag that I ejaculated eight times last night. Rhada filled up three condoms during our little escapade. I repeat, I have an out of control libido.

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

Some of them were busy with their phones while the others looked out the window, catching a glimpse of the busy city. Taro and his sex mate had started sweating despite the cool air that wafted through the bus's window. A few poles to Taro's bus stop, he dropped his briefcase on the floor and grabbed the girl's t*ts, going inside her faster, not minding if the people around noticed. As he felt his c*m about to spill, he quickly withdrew and tucked his d**k in his trousers, preventing it from spilling in the bus. The driver finally pulled up at the bus stop and the both of them came down.

“Ebony? Daddy kinks? Or BDSM?” Grace grinned a little. “Daddy kinks.” I picked a good video and started playing it on the big TV. The sounds of moaning filled the room. On the screen, a young girl was calling a man “Daddy” while he fucked her. I slipped my hand between Grace’s legs. She was already wet. I rubbed her pussy gently first, then pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned loudly and pressed her face into my chest. “That’s it,” I whispered. “Feel Daddy’s fingers.”

But actually, the thought of it; three of us on him, pant drenching deeds, degradation, made my nipples harden under my top. Ari leaned in, her voice dripping with sin. “Come on, Yara. Imagine it: us turning him into our personal fuck toy. Me riding that cop cock, begging him to cuff me while he degrades us like the sluts we are.” This wasn’t what I wanted; guilt still lingered, but fuck, I was too horny to care. My pussy was already soaked, aching for a release. “Fine,” I muttered, sealing the bet.” The party kicked off innocently enough; gossips, laughs, sipping fruit punch. But as the night deepened, the air thickened with unspoken heat. We were in the kitchen, tipsy and bold when Ari sta