Gay First Stories Novels & Stories

Hi I'm Jaden and i got a little too curious about what it was like to have sex with other men, and to be honest all it took was my new friend at school ,to give me the best sex of my life, let me tell how i first discovered i was gay. i had a cousin Mattew who came out of the closet few months ago, my family took it well really, accepted him, i didn't understand it at all, why will you like men, when the most beautiful, Lucious beings on earth, exist, I congratulated him but i was left stunned...i grew curious every day, he came over for the summer last month, and let me but it out there Mattew is more like a top not a bottom, he dressed better than most of us, but still had the masculine fe

Gay. I figured it out when I was twelve. I had snuck into my friend's older sister Chloe's room bedroom when she was at a birthday party. She was sixteen. She had a DVD popped in the player. The DVD case had said the title was "Rainbow Boys in New York". That was it. No cover or anything, just the words. Being twelve, the fact that I was in my sister's room was exciting and the DVD had me curious. So I watched it. All sixty-six minutes of guys in speedos making out with one another. It was the first porno I ever watched and it seemed to be the only I've ever liked.

I joked. “I mean the story about the Grisee. Is there anything more serious?” “Tell them,” said Kacey. "There is. But this story is set in today and mixed. But remember, this story is just a story. Not sure if it's true," I said. "Okay," LGBT Gang agreed. Then I started my story.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

Work was going smoothly, and for a few hours, I felt like a normal teenager again. I spent most of the morning chatting with Gav. He’s gay and absolutely unapologetic about it. He spent a good thirty minutes gushing about his new boyfriend while he was supposed to be wiping down the cake display. "Girl, he treats me like such a spoiled princess," Gav said, leaning over the counter with a dreamy sigh. "The other night, he took me out to this fancy place, and then afterward..." He went into way too much detail about their sex life, and I had to hold up a hand to stop him.

He does text me every hour to check in though so maybe that’s how he’s managing to hold up. At lunch, I saw him among his friends. His eyes however were set on me, and I sent a small smile. He didn’t smile back but I saw his eyes twinkle like a five year old. We sat down by our table and discussed our project a little bit more to polish some finer details. We settled on a 1920’s gay themed story about two boys in the athletics club. The characters Ray and Ban were supposed to be a classic enemies-to-lovers trope where they hate each other’s guts but they unfortunately end up sharing the same bedroom at the sports dorm. Ray being bisexual and Ban being gay but each unable to come out due to t

"What about those huge hands? For God's sake! The man is beautiful. He just need a few... adjustments.” "You're not winning to transform people's lives, Jessy," Gabbie said, arching an eyebrow. "Do I need to remember a story similar to this of "taking any man and turning him into a hot and addicted to his savior"? Or do you remember well that the first version of this story did not end in a very friendly way?” I made a face, refusing to talk or remember that story. The problem hadn't even happened to me. It was a private subject of my mother, but Gabbie always mentioned it to disarm me.

After my story has been let go by Lemon at school. And now my mother has fine out, there is no reason to live. I grab my pen and one of my school book out my bag and lock myself away in the bathroom. I turn on the water in the tub and watch it fill up, while I got some bottle of pills and a bottle of red wine and I write: “I am sorry to the people that I love, but I can’t fucking take it anymore. So I am gay

That felt god-damned good. I can't stop him, my body keeps betraying me with this men. "You've got an 8 inch." He said. "An eight? Thought it was six?" I stuttered, letting out a gentle groan as he kept stroking. It felt so good. I never knew it felt so pleasant. My first time fucking a gay was more of a taste. He sucked my dick and that was all. The sir felt thick. My whole body was literally on fire. I could hardly even breath.

“I would like to learn more about you.” “Are you sure? A lot of my best stories involve him? He saved me at recess the first day of kindergarten when a group of boys including Rodrigo were picking on me. It was a long time before I even knew what gay was or that I was gay. I had kissed a boy on the cheek when I told him ‘thank you’ for sharing his chalk with me. I saw my parents kiss each other on the cheek while saying ‘thank you’ for many things. I didn’t know that was not the norm. Most of the other boys punched me or shoved me, one asked if I was a fag, but I had no idea what that was.” She sighs. “ He came over and told the others to quit it and offered to be my friend. Look, I don’t kn