Gay Male Erotica Novels & Stories

18+ ONLY. This chapter contains graphic sexual content, including explicit group sex, anal sex, rough sexual activity, and strong language. Reader discretion is advised. ••• I was a twenty-year-old gay virgin with a ridiculous weakness for older men. So when six masked daddies offered to gangbang me, my first instinct wasn't to run. It was to imagine what they'd do to me. It came through Grindr a little after ten that night. There was no sweet talk, and no attempt to make the invitation sound appealing. Just a short order from a profile called The Group.

"That's not possible. I'm a man. Men don't..." "Omegas do. Male omegas produce slick when they're aroused. When they're near their Alpha. When their body wants to be claimed." Daemon's fingers circled his entrance through the fabric, and Kai whimpered. "And you're producing so much. Your body is desperate for me." "Please..."

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

It made me shiver but his hands went slack to grab the sheets under him. I took this opportunity to move back further. It was silly, but I had looked up some gay porn. Honestly, I didn’t know how this worked but I knew half the battle was getting hard and porn didn’t do it for me. This man, though, was everything I wanted and needed. The way he writhed, breathed, moaned, was everything to me and I needed him. Putting my fingers in my mouth, I ran my tongue over the two of them and then took them out. My heart hammered as I placed them at his asshole. He jumped for a second but as I slowly pushed my fingers inside, I watched his body.

“What’s gay supposed to look like?” My face burns. “I don’t know, man. I just meant… you seem really…” “Masculine?” He grins. “Yeah, I get that a lot. Newsflash: gay guys can be masculine too. I like hard cocks. I like fucking a hairy ass. Is that gay enough for you?” Jesus, this guy is direct. “Y-yeah, no, of course. Sorry.” The guy laughs, closes his locker, and then holds out his hand.

she said. Darien was keen for her to continue. She was one of the best department leads in the company so he did accept her opinions to a degree. “Go ahead.” “We don’t publish much gay focused erotica. When we do, it does very well. I would like to publish more, but we don’t get many decent submissions. Do you think it would be suitable to recruit for gay erotica authors online?” Darien shifted in his chair. He did like the idea that he was secretly the only gay erotica author for his own company. Then again, if stories like his spread more, the more it would normalise the genre.

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 rode his hand desperately, moaning his name, my juices running down his wrist. His mouth moved to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. His cock was leaking against me now—I could feel the wet spot growing on his trousers. The speaker crackled again. “Ten minutes, Mr. Kane. Almost there.” Adam didn’t stop. He added a third finger, stretching me open, fucking me faster. His thumb worked my clit in tight circles. I was right there, shaking, about to come all over his hand. He pulled his fingers out suddenly. I whined at the loss, empty and aching.

That felt god-damned good. I can't stop him, my body keeps betraying me with this men. "You've got an 8 inch." He said. "An eight? Thought it was six?" I stuttered, letting out a gentle groan as he kept stroking. It felt so good. I never knew it felt so pleasant. My first time fucking a gay was more of a taste. He sucked my dick and that was all. The sir felt thick. My whole body was literally on fire. I could hardly even breath.

Hayden teased as he smiled down at me. I curled my fingers upwards and began thrusting in and out harder and faster, rubbing my fingers against the rough patch of my G-spot just the way I knew made me feel good. I can’t believe I’m doing these lewd things in front of Hayden. I could feel his burning gaze on me as he watched my pussy, my breasts and my erotic face.