Gay First Stories Novels & Stories

First, I'm not gay. I'm a straight male of 19 years old. The story I'm sharing started on my 19th birthday. It was my birthday and I share it with Jeremy. Jeremy is a friend of mine. He was making 20. Their family is a rich one and I don't mean mine is broke, but middle income earners, my dad being a city trade, my mom working with him. As the state was, I couldn't organize a birthday party. The good news was, Jeremy invited me to his. We had lots of fun. However, what happened after the party is why I'm telling this story.

"Wait..I never asked you to be gay" "Well,that's what I'm gonna be. Gay" Scott said excitedly. "You can't just decide to be gay, can you even like a boy. You find it hard to like anybody. Then a boy? I'm in no mood for jokes" Jackson said as he poured himself another glass. "Ohh.. Jackson,dare me" Scott said determined. "Okay, we'll do it like this. I'll set you up with a gay friend of mine. You guys will met up at the hotel tomorrow night. Are you still up for the task?" Jackson smirked.

I'm sure this gay man woke up in his bed. "W-What? Can you say it again? Maybe I just heard wrong." The second time I rested deeply. "He found out my number." I crossed my two fingers. I'm sure he'll preach to me. "Why did you put your number in that school? It's late at night, brother. You're really testing your stupidity. What's your spare sim for?" "Eh, I forgot that." I couldn’t help but gasp with nervousness. "How am I going to do it tomorrow? I'm supposed to go with them!"

That one finger that had penetrated me was now joined with another and his thumb was now circling my clit, while I stood there and took this pleasurable abuse from my own stepbrother, Gabriel. “Oh my god, were a woman in a past life?” He knew exactly what he was doing. He was touching on my G spot, which was not something that any man could easily do. “Damn it, you’re making it very hard to resist you… Jesus… Oh yeah, right there… Yes, right there… AHHHHHHH.” We were both semi dressed and he had just made me cum all over his fingers and the inside of my shorts. I was just glad that I was wearing my black ones, because the white ones would’ve shown the obvious evidence of what we had done tog

I figuratively heard my pride as a gay man who loves sex being crushed into tiny little pieces. Gunner was right that I knew and heard about men experimenting with sex with gay men. I heard about them countless times, telling people that they just do it with gay men out of curiosity, excitement, and the sex. But again, knowing about it doesn’t make the pain and the anger less.

He says with the utmost honesty he could garner inside him, his gaze looking into a distant memory. “First of all, Cain is gay as hell! Ahh, that bastard,” Lucas shuts his eyes, as if repressing his anger. “It started like this, Cain and I met in a way I can call a fated circumstance. Two boys studying abroad in a foreign City, far from home. Two lonely boys who were rejected by their family for being useless and unwanted.”

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.”

"I mean, I would like to share my experience with my boyfriend since he is the first time I had sex with. Although, are you willing to listen!" For some reason, I found it very interesting to hear a gay sharing his experience with fellow man. I am just fucking curious how they do it and who often initiates having sex with their partners. "Of course I would like to hear your story if you wanted to share it. I am an open minded person and I would really want to "Alright, please listen attentively as my story is going to be a fucking hot and each scene is so intense!" I laughed at his ridiculous joke. It seems like I will have another sister.

I tickle his muscles with my toes and he gives me an indulgent smile. I am still reeling at the fact that I am here with them and it doesn't feel as if it's anything new. It feels as if this is the most normal thing in the world. We talk about this and that and Aly wants to know about my stay at the St Paul's Rehabilitation Center and I tell them everything and they laugh when I mimic how Padre Martinez and the others would preach to us and how I told them that I am gay and even made out with a gay man who had been brought to “pray the gay out of him" (they laugh at that) and how I made sure that I was a menace to a point that I had to be thrown out.

Not entirely, at least. Meanwhile, Liam stormed past us into the living room, muttering something about idiots and gay pheromones in the air. He had a pen behind one ear and what looked like script notes in hand, full of messy sketches. "Don't mind him," Grayson said, emerging from the hallway in gym shorts and an unbothered expression. "He's been obsessed with this new manhwa idea. It's BL." Caisen looked amused. "About time." "He says—and I quote—'I'm surrounded by so many damn gay people, if I publish even one of their stories, I'll be a billionaire.'"