Gay Guy Stories Novels & Stories

Mia asked incredulously. The others dissolved into laughter, and a round of crude jokes went up as they all speculated on Gabe whipping out his dick. “I bet he knows what to do with it,” Trish said wistfully. “Unlike my last boyfriend. Maybe Gabe could give him some pointers.” Gina snorted. “For all we know Gabe sucks in the sack. Or maybe he’s even gay. You know all the gorgeous to-die-for guys are always the ones who are unavailable. Though given a chance, I’d definitely see if I could turn him.”

Sarah’s hand lazily traced circles on my stomach, her full breasts pressed against my side. But the hunger in her eyes hadn’t faded. “Not done yet, baby girl,” she whispered, leaning over to kiss me deeply. Her tongue claimed my mouth as her hand slid down to cup my mound, two fingers slipping easily into my drenched cunt. I moaned into the kiss, hips twitching. Jake watched us with dark eyes, slowly stroking himself back to full hardness. “You two are insatiable.” Sarah smiled against my lips. “Watch this.” She rolled me onto my back and climbed on top in a perfect sixty-nine, her thick ass and dripping pussy hovering right above my face. “Let’s show your stepbrother how Mommy and daughter

“Look at you moaning like a whore. Bet you touch yourself thinking about guys like me, don’t you? Late at night in your dorm, fingering your own ass while pretending you’re straight.” Alex shook his head weakly, but the denial died in his throat as Jax plunged three fingers deep, pumping them hard while sucking him again. The freshman’s back arched off the bench, a broken sob escaping him as orgasm crashed over him without warning. He came hard down Jax’s throat, hips jerking erratically. Jax swallowed every drop, milking him dry before pulling back with a satisfied smirk.

we moaned together in sync, our loud voices mixed with the scent of smoke filling the atmosphere. She held my shoulders for support and continued moving her waist backwards, the more she moved the more the momentum built up and the more an amazing sensation built up inside of me. Her insides were soft and dripping, and even tighter than her pussy and I felt it expand when she moved her waist, there was something definitely different from fucking her pussy. My body was shaking, I was losing control with the way she was bouncing on my dick. Today I understood exactly why some men are gay. Ass hole is a bit nicer to fuck than pussy.

he whined, clutching his chest as if his pride had been wounded. “By the way, do you not cross-dress?” Rhea asked curiously. She had noticed from the beginning that he always wore men’s clothes, making it hard to tell that he was gay. He was undeniably handsome, but the moment he spoke with that squeaky voice, it was disappointing. “Nope!” Lucas replied, emphasizing the word. “I’m gay, but I don’t like wearing girly clothes. I mean, I’m a woman, char! But just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I have to dress like one. Some of us are just different.”

He chuckled. “There are many ins and outs of gay sex, doctor, but they aren’t very different from straight sex. I just want to clarify beforehand that we gay guys get a lot of press about being sex mongers ready to drop our trousers at the first opportunity to hit it with a ready and willing hottie.

"You eighteen?" "Yes," I whimper. His hips tilt and his big penis presses into my stomach, a long groan leaving his mouth. "That ain't another lie, is it?" "No, sir." "If you're at this party with your daddy or a husband, best tell me now." Technically, the man inside isn't my father—not by birth, anyway—and I'm definitely not married. I've never even had a boyfriend. I'm being a little dishonest not clarifying who I am, but I'm too excited to find out what happens next. Tingles are racing up and down my back, sliding up my thighs, making my breasts feel heavy. More. I need more. "I'm not here with a daddy or a husband." I wet my lips and feel his flesh jerk between us. "Why d-do you want to

Arriving in Surabaya, we rested at a cafe. There the LGBT Gang asked me to tell another story. And coincidentally, they asked me to talk about sex. "Tell me everything you know about sex," Leah said. "Yes, Lang, we want to know," said Gary. “We want to hear it,” said Tiffany to which Brittany agreed. I just had a dream about a prostitute, and now I've been asked what I know about sex. "Okay," I agreed.

Jayler was still shaking his head. “You see, there are different types of gays.” I began stepping into the forefront. It’s time to let Jayler know about the different types of gay that people refer to. “There are bears, jocks, cubs, muscle bears, gym bunnies, otters, twinks.” I went on naming every single type that I know of. And I’m pretty embarrassed to admit the fact that I learned all of these types through my hook-up days and because I’ve slept with possibly each one of the tribe.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.