Romans & histoires Gay Guy Erotica

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c

“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!”

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.

I muttered, skating past him. He followed, pushing closer. “Don’t push me away.” He shoved me hard from behind. I nearly lost my balance on the ice. “Maybe I can find a dildo for you to stick up your ass. Would that make you cum? Wait — who takes it up the ass? Obviously it’s gonna be you, right? The pretty little bottom.” I turned to face him, skating closer until we were almost chest to chest. “Why don’t you get on the bed and find out? Since you’re so curious about gay sex, I can fuck you. Maybe you’d like it.”

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

He rubbed the head of his cock against me, teasing, sliding through my folds mixed with his old cum. "Beg for it," he said, slapping my ass light but stinging. "Please," I whispered, shyness making my voice tremble, but need winning out. "Fuck me, Haiden. I need your cock. He thrust in hard, all the way, filling me completely, and I cried out, hands bracing on the wall. He didn't hold back, pounding into me deep and fast, one hand on my hip, the other reaching around to rub my clit rough.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

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.

asked Eriwan after Pierre Zhaopardy and Rendy Pluto had walked away. “I think I prefer a glass of strawberry juice, My Dear Eriwan…” replied Erito briefly, but with his exhilarated and cheery smile. “Wait here first for a moment… I’ll take it for you…” said Eriwan leaving his younger brother for a while. Eriwan never expected that after being left alone, Erito was approached by another gay man – another gay man who looked shorter and thinner, but quite cute, gorgeous and adorable. “Hi, Handsome… Do you want to be my top tonight…?” said the shorter and thinner gay. His hands were audacious and brave enough to touch here and there, to explore up and down.

He wouldn’t be able to handle it if Darien wrote very graphic smut. “I’ll take your suggestion into consideration,” Becca replied. “We are planning to expand our gay content and we are looking for more authors to provide a variety. I doubt that Damien Black is going to provide me with more graphic content this late into his writing career. I’ll get the marketing team to do some research into reader preferences to see if you’re alone in wanting very graphic gay erotica or there’s a genuine market for it.” Adam smiled at her. It was a very confident smile.