Gay Literotic Novels & Stories

“You just like getting your tight little ass drilled by cock. That’s all. Nothing gay about that, is there?” A broken, needy sound escapes him. “P-please…” Fuck. That stutter hits me straight in the gut. “Say it,” I snarl, giving him one single, teasing thrust. “I… I…” I bite down on his neck hard enough to make him cry out. “Say it, Dylan. Say the words.” His voice cracks, barely above a whisper. “I’m… I’m g-gay.” The admission sends a dark thrill through me. I want to drag this out longer, make him scream it, make him cry it, but for now… I’ll take it.

The screen flashed for a brief second before the bold, robotic response generated line by line across my display: AI Assistant Response: I cannot provide instructions on how to change a person's sexual orientation or how to engage in non-consensual sexual encounters. If someone identifies as gay, their orientation is a fundamental aspect of their identity, and attempts to alter or negotiate their attractions are generally ineffective and disrespectful of their boundaries. If you'd like advice on navigating complex relationships, open communication, or understanding sexual orientation, I am happy to help with those topics instead!*

I most admit she got some balls which make her to yelled at me. " hey, I'm not insane " I yelled back at her. " obviously, you are insane for think am drooling on you " she said angrily and continued " I will never admired a gay " I can't believe she called me a gay. I will make sure to make her life a living hell and get her fired. " I'm not a gay " I said " but you are " she laughed. " hey, I'm not a gay. Take that back!!!! " I screamed at her, trying to fight back my tears.

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 spun her around and shoved her hard against the wall, his hand closing around her neck. “You ungrateful bitch!” he growled, pressing tighter. “You want to put me in jail? Huh? Let’s see about that!” His face was inches from hers, his eyes burning with madness. Elene clawed at his hands, gasping for air. “Gerard… stop—please—” “Do you want to know why I hate Lucien?” Gerard hissed, his voice venomous. “Because he’s gay. Gay! And you know it too! You turn a blind eye because he’s your precious boy. But I know the truth.” He laughed bitterly, squeezing harder.

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.

Jackson said as he straightened out Scott's suit. "Get your hands off me, I don't like ladies or girls or women" "They're actually the same"Jackson said,his left eyebrow raised. "Whatever..I don't like any" "So you're gay?" Jackson said and roared with laughter. "Dude, you're really funny,you? gay?. I believe you" He said again amidst laughter. "That's true..I can be gay, you get it" Scott said in realism. "Wait..I never asked you to be gay"

Asher **HOMOPHOBIC SLURS** Am I gay? Am I fucking bi? I tested this theory last night by watching porn, and by the end of the night, I’ve come to this conclusion: I still don’t fucking know. The normal porn got me hard, but I found myself looking at the guy’s dick entering the chick more than the actual fucking chick. The gay porn, on the other hand, had me exploding within a few fucking pumps of my fist. Ah, fuck it.

"I still can't believe that bae is your daughter." "Don't call my daughter a bae. I don't want you tainting her with your sapphic ways," Grey spat out, his voice venomous. Kaitlyn smirked, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I think the word you're going for is lesbian, old man. And I assure you, your daughter has already been tainted – but not by me." Grey's face turned beet red with rage, and he made a move to leave his chair, but before he could take a step, the door burst open with a flourish.

I’d always sneak off to the gay sections instead, stroking myself raw to guys getting railed, bred, and turned into moaning sluts. Jayden noticed my silence. “What do you think? Hot, right?” I hesitated, then the words just spilled out. “Yeah… I’ve always loved gay p**n too. Like, a lot.” He paused, then grinned wider. “No shit? Why didn’t you say something sooner, man?” He turned the volume up. On screen, the bottom was bent over, ass up, while the top slammed into him balls-deep. Wet slapping sounds filled the small room—the top’s heavy balls smacking against that stretched hole, the bottom whimpering and begging for more cock. “Fuck yes, ruin me,” the guy on screen moaned as cum started l