Gay Guy Stories Novels & Stories

ng аnоthеr lоаd іntо thе сum fіllеd rесtum. Thеn they wеrе done аnd they rеturnеd tо a dеер ѕlеер. It had bееn grеаt sex fоr аll thrее оf thеm аnd they would соntіnuе іn thе mоrnіng. The thrее gays wоkе uр tо thе gentle sound оf thе раttеr оf rain. It wаѕ a ѕtеаdу rаіn аnd not a heavy ѕtоrm. It wаѕ рlеаѕаnt lуіng іn bed and lіѕtеnіng tо іt. Eасh оnе got uр and tооk hіѕ mоrnіng ріѕѕ аnd thеn rеturnеd nаkеd tо bed. Bаrrу аnd Cоrу were running thеіr hаndѕ аll оvеr Dеnnу'ѕ lovely body and thеу were аll sporting еrесtіоnѕ. In consideration оf lооѕеnіng hіm uр, Barry fuсkеd Dеnnу fіrѕt. This tіmе іt wаѕ іn thе mіѕѕіоnаrу роѕіtіоn.

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

Chris remained thoughtful and responded, "It's possible." Paige continued, "You might not believe it, but the proportion of gay people in society is not small. I've seen many sad stories online about women who were deceived into marrying gay men. Some even had children, but their husbands didn't love them. They were merely using them to hide their true sexuality. Some of these women even contracted HIV." Chris was somewhat taken aback by the revelation. He wondered where Paige had come across such stories online. Paige asked, "What do you think? Do you believe it's possible?"

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

And it wasn't until I wanted to take out the trash and instead took out my briefcase did I realize I needed to shut it all off. Even if it was just for one night. And it seemed like the only thing that would fix this disorientation was a hard fuck. That was the primary reason I was pushing through the door of the gay bar. For a fuck, and to unwind. The place was loud with people laughing and gyrating on the dance floor. I plugged in my ear buds to avoid the loud music as I ordered a whiskey at the counter. The bartender passed it to me quietly after payment and I moved toward the back.

“But there are two more waiting for you there.” My legs were shaky as he helped me stand. Cum ran down my thighs in thick streams with every step. I could barely walk, but I followed him down the hall, already excited for more. My pussy and ass throbbed, leaking the whole way. This was only the beginning, and I was already addicted. When we got to the door of my room, he opened it. Two more huge naked men were inside, cocks already hard and ready. One was even bigger than the last guy, and the other had a cock that curved down like it was made to hit my g-spot perfectly.

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“You’ve… done this before?” His laugh was low and filthy, his eyes darkening as they held hers. “Since I was seventeen. Older women are my thing. Married ones especially. They’re always so pent up, so grateful when you give them what their husbands won’t. They come harder, beg louder, do things they’d never admit to in the daylight.”

The house finally went quiet. I let out a long breath and stretched, my tight little tank top riding up over my flat stomach. Nineteen years old and still stuck under his roof like a prisoner. No friends, no dates, no freedom. If he ever found my secret account… yeah, I’d be dead. But that risk made it hotter. The secrecy. The thrill of thousands of men paying to see what he had never let me show. I scrolled through my DMs for a minute, biting my lip at the usual flood of horny messages. Then I set my phone aside and slipped a hand under my shorts, tracing lazy circles over my clit. I was already wet. That comment had done its job.

You're probably thinking, "It's a CEO story. It's going to have the same old cliche beginning." It could start in my office with a pointless benign argument involving me and my girlfriend. The usual classic cliche shit. Maybe we'd throw in a sex scene after the argument, you know, spice things up a bit. Or maybe after the argument and sex, I get an epiphany and decide to break up. It's not you, it's me. It's what's best for both of us. Well, I'm going to have to disappoint you there because I'm not in my office. I'm not even in town.