Gay Interracial Stories Novels & Stories

really? Oh no, no. Don’t look so alarmed. I wasn’t really expecting this... but I don’t mind at all. In fact, I encourage it. There’s nothing wrong with a little self stimulation when you’re all alone and far away from your lover. And if you need help from someone with more experience, don’t feel shy to ask. I sure can give you a few pointers, if you ever feel the need for it. Oh, what did you say? You would love that? Oh, shit... you won’t believe how happy I am to hear that. I was kind of hoping to get a little more out of this exchange program... what, my husband? Oh, George won’t mind at all. He’s a free spirit like me; we don’t put any restrictions on each other. So whenever you need an

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

All while he was being put in different positions by Toussaint, he’d ignored this and shoved it to the back of his mind to focus on the sinful desire. He’d broken Athena’s third rule of professionalism. And now he was attached. And it was everything he feared. Jace gulped, carefully giving his choices a thought as realization hit him. “I’d love to, Toussaint,” he whispered, carefully choosing his words. “But I still work with the hotel. It’s not something I’m willing to throw away.” Toussaint didn’t stop kissing his napes, although a little more subtly as he pinched his nipples, then down to his cock that was growing again.

My desire here is to share my story. My name is Geena. No, not Gina, that would be normal- my parent's weren't normal, so it had to be Geena. These stories, if you have read them up through now, are the story of my strange journey. The earlier stories and the many that follow will make very clear just how un-normal my life is.

Weirdo. This story will also contain some mild reluctance/non consent sex. The universe this story exists in is in my head. There are no STDs, no crazy people that want to machete you in the dick, none of the reasons it would be terrifying if this were a true story, which it isn't. Doing any of the things in this fictional story in real life could get you a very real STD, stabbed, raped, arrested, imprisoned, or worst of all, grounded. Please take this for what it is, yet another of my ridiculous fantasies spewed out onto "paper" for you gaggle of perverts. Is that the right word for a group of perverts? Ah, I've got it. A gangbang. A gangbang of perverts. Perfect. This is a delightfully dev

I figuratively heard my pride as a gay man who loves sex being crushed into tiny little pieces. Gunner was right that I knew and heard about men experimenting with sex with gay men. I heard about them countless times, telling people that they just do it with gay men out of curiosity, excitement, and the sex. But again, knowing about it doesn’t make the pain and the anger less.

His eyes traced the used condoms on the floor, the used condoms that were used on him. Hayden's right hand made its way to his hair. His heart began to beat faster as he slowly tried to arrange his thoughts. He disliked gays ever since that incident, but how come he wasn't disgusted by Zenos's? Don't tell him that he wasn't straight from the beginning. No, he shook his head and cleaned his tears. Last night he still felt irritated by a man who was trying to seduce him, so how come? He soon stood up while ignoring his throbbing and painful behind, but it still hurt like hell. He could hardly walk. That man really ate him dry! He thought in anger.

He sounded curious, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my hip. "If I'm still... if I'm still with Daniel." An uncomfortable silence fell between us. Finally, Aaron spoke, his tone calm but with an anger boiling underneath, "Why would you still want to be with him after knowing he's fucking other women behind your back?" he demanded. I remained silent because...i don't know. I sounded stupid, I knew that. A smart woman would have left him the second she found out but I really didn't know. "I don't know," A long sigh slipped past my lips.

Gretta said, "But after a while we were really trying to get each other excited. For the longest time neither of us would admit it. We'd start out just talking and sooner or later the conversation would become risqué. After a while we'd start telling each other erotic stories about our supposed experiences. Then the talk would turn really dirty, downright pornographic. She'd be telling me about having sex with two or three boys and we both knew darn well it had never happened but I did the same thing right back using the nastiest language you can imagine. All this time pretending we were just talking; we both knew better. Pretty soon one of us would get up and go into the bathroom for a whil

Rael clarified, familiar with the rules. “My brother sells himself for double allowances… even to hurt people,” Gabe said, smirking sarcastically at Jorel. “Hurt people…” Rita frowned. “Do you know what that means, Gabe Clifford?” Rael coughed, trying to diffuse the tension building. “Why don’t you be clearer, Gabe?” Jorel challenged, leaning back in his chair casually. “On that jet ski ride with my wife, did you tell her you made a deal with me to marry her and cheat on her for a bigger allowance?”