Gay Guy Stories Novels & Stories

“I wouldn’t even care if it was my Mum. Not that she’s ever about long enough.” “I watched this porno where the stepmom walks in on the guy wanking and offers to help,” was Jamie’s random input. “You watch straight people porn?” Kayla frowned at him. “Straight people watch gay porn, don’t they? A penis is a penis,” Jamie shrugged. This made the others laugh. They seemed to love Jamie’s little stories and insights. “So,” Jamie turned to Adam, ignoring the others. He often did this, as though he knew Adam wasn’t impressed with him and desperately wanted to gain him as one of his little following. It was annoying. “Did you hear about that teenage gangster who murdered those sex traffickers?”

I heard Alex murmuring away, laughing, "Your wife is so cute." # . . CONTINUE Thanks to the loyal readers of my husband is gay. Your comments and ratings mean a lot to me. A little bit of information about this novel, I've actually written it on one of the Orange W. platforms and to introduce it to the outside world, I changed it to English. I hope this novel is also of interest there. Thank you again and don't forget to be happy

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The casual touches, the long stares when he came home sweaty from work I thought I’d hidden them better. “What were you watching exactly?” he pressed. “Tell me.” I swallowed hard. “Gay p**n. Older guy… taking control. Big cock. Making the younger one submit.” Max’s eyes darkened. I glanced down involuntarily and saw the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans. He was hard. My own dick throbbed in response, pressing uncomfortably against my shorts. “Stand up,” he ordered. “Drop the shorts. Show me how you were touching yourself last night.”

I lost count of how many times I came, squirting messily across the gym floor while they rotated through my mouth, pussy, and ass. “Fuck, she’s creaming so hard,” Jax groaned, slamming into my ass while Kai fucked my pussy in a deep double penetration. I was completely lost, sobbing and begging like their personal toy. “Please… fill me. Use me. I’m your slut. I’m your fitness whore.” Kai came first, flooding my pussy with thick, hot cum. Jax followed right after, burying himself deep in my ass and pumping me full. They pulled out and stood over me, stroking themselves until they painted my face, tits, and stomach with the last ropes of cum.

Kathy, a 51 year old housewife becomes a sugar baby. Enjoy.. ******** My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby lifestyle. The feelings and emotions I experienced are very real, even if I have altered the characters a tad.

“Since when?!” “Since right now.” He shoved deeper as I cried out from the burning stretch. “Oh my god, Halsey, that hurts!” He didn’t stop. “Fuck… this feels amazing. I should’ve been fucking your ass a long time ago.” I panted through the discomfort. “Have you been fucking other women on the road?” “No, baby. Just watching p**n and jerking off. But now I want to try everything I’ve seen.” He kept going until he came deep in my ass. He loved it. It had been a long time since anyone had taken me there. It was okay, but not my favorite.

The cozy suburban home of your best friend Mark is quiet midday, since Mark and his dad Tyson are out visiting old friends at a gay bar and staying there for a few days to catch up. You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole.*

“I’m not.” I tilted my head. “Didn’t look straight when you made out with me at that club.” He laughed, sharp and bitter. “I’m not gay because I’m not broken.” That did it. “What does that mean?” I growled. He stepped closer, his eyes burning. “People become gay because they’re insecure. They are gay because they know they can't satisfy a woman.” I scoffed. He will be surprised that gay men are better in bed. And he would know that if I actually fucked him that night.

He told me that some men like to watch their cum spray onto their cocksucker's tongue and how sometimes they like to shove it balls-deep and cum right down the throat. After we had chatted for several weeks, he asked if I thought I was ever going to really give it a try. I told him I didn't know, that the thought of actually doing it was scary and that I wasn't gay. He told me that by chatting with me, he could tell I was the perfect boy to be a cocksucker and that I should try it.