Gay Fantasy Novels Novels & Stories

So I’ve had gay fantasies for a while, but I never acted on them. I recently broke up with my ex, so I’ve been exploring my sexuality a little more. Looking at dick pics online, sexting guys, but nothing like what happened last night. I know this one gay guy who goes to my gym. 4-5 years ago we used to work together, and he told me I was cute, but I had a gf at that time, and so I was like thank you but sorry I’m cuffed.

“My load still dripping out. Good. Means you’re marked.” He pushed two thick fingers inside without warning, churning the remaining cum deeper. Alex moaned brokenly, forehead pressed to the cool tile as hot water beat down on his back. The stretch burned, but the heat and slickness turned it into something dangerously pleasurable. Jax scissored his fingers, adding a third, opening him up while his other hand reached around to stroke Alex’s reviving cock. “You’re getting hard again already,” Jax taunted, voice low and mocking against his ear. “Such a greedy little slut. Bet you’ve never been fucked like this in your life. Bet no girl—or guy—has ever made you cum untouched the way I just did.”

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.”

Only the wealthiest could afford to pay for the membership card and men like rich businessmen, actors, celebrities and even famous politicians came to the place to release all their sexual desires. Women on the show can be taken home for a special price and there were VIP rooms underground where patrons can take their women and fuck them. “C’mon, she might hear you. I don't want to get on her bad side, she can be a real bitch if she wants to.” Brianna rolled her eyes. Margaux continued to giggle. “Let me get that robe, darling. Good luck!” Brianna let out a shaky sigh. She tried her best not to feel nervous. She’s been doing this for almost two years now, but every show never fails to make h

NATALIE'S POV The garage beneath our apartment building was dim and quiet, the kind of late-night hush that made every small sound feel louder than it should. I sat behind the wheel of my car, the engine still ticking as it cooled down. My heart was pounding hard, and the short drive home from the bar had done nothing to calm the fire that had been building between my legs all night. The stranger’s words kept looping in my head, low and filthy, whispered right against my ear while we waited for drinks: “I’d bend you over right here if I could, pretty girl.”

She left quickly and Angela pulled a piece of paper in front of her. “This time we would like a series of erotica books instead of a standalone. We’ve analyzed the market and decided on a trilogy of gay erotica. Each book will cover a different couple, but the themes will be similar and characters can cross over between them,” she explained. “We let you write freely last time due to the way you were recruited. It will be different this time.” Leo’s mind started to spark up ideas for storylines and characters. When he had been writing his first, there had been a lot of unused plot ideas that he had taken note of for future consideration.

I'd secretly wanted to for years but I never thought I was close enough to the type of guy he likes. Man, oh man! I couldn't even tell you how many men were inside me. Or how many I was inside of. Practically every one of them was addictive! Big, long, hard, rubbery, torpedo shaped, giant, thick, thin, you name it, everything a man could ever hope for was right there. In me, on me, against me, around me; there were slime covered bodies slipping and sliding - it was way better than ALL of my fantasies!

Lila’s hands trembled as she stepped into the dimly lit luxury suite on the 28th floor. The city lights sparkled through floor-to-ceiling windows, but her focus was on the five men waiting for her. All tall, powerfully built, dark-skinned, and exuding raw confidence. They wore nothing but loose silk robes that did little to hide the heavy outlines of their cocks. This was it , her fantasy made real. At 29, married for six years to a man whose vanilla sex life had left her starving, Lila had finally said yes to the anonymous booking.

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.

She didn't even cast us a glance, she just took a seat by the fire, drowning herself in a book. Everything was still again until Kane pulled me into the small pantry area. He dropped to his knees, pulled down my leggings, and ate my cum-filled pussy until I had to bite my own arm to keep from moaning. He made me come twice on his tongue before standing up, spinning me around, and fucking me against the shelves. Each risky encounter made the danger sweeter. Each time he filled me, the breeding obsession grew stronger. But the guilt was crushing me. As he rose to his feet, I turned to find him glistening with my juices. My breathing came heavily, my knees buckling. I crashed into him, leaning