Gay Male Erotica Novels & Stories

I managed to say, trying to keep the nervousness from showing too much in my voice. The statement that every man has a little bit of gay in them was definitely true. At least, in my case. All my life, I believed I was straight until I met Elliot Hayes, a 24-year-old, Latino photographer. The attraction I felt for him was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. He stood 2 inches shorter than my 6'2 frame, and we were both undeniably masculine. There wasn't a hint of femininity in him, yet I found myself sexually attracted to him.

"Wait..I never asked you to be gay" "Well,that's what I'm gonna be. Gay" Scott said excitedly. "You can't just decide to be gay, can you even like a boy. You find it hard to like anybody. Then a boy? I'm in no mood for jokes" Jackson said as he poured himself another glass. "Ohh.. Jackson,dare me" Scott said determined. "Okay, we'll do it like this. I'll set you up with a gay friend of mine. You guys will met up at the hotel tomorrow night. Are you still up for the task?" Jackson smirked.

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c

“So you two know your brother and Thad the best, what is the best way to embarrass the hell out of them.” “Right now the best way to get Sam is to order him a sex doll. He looked like a pervo that couldn’t get it from his mate. Especially when we get the doll to look like you.” I said and looked at Remmie that started laughing, I just shrugged. “Okay and Thad?” Gabi said. “Gay porno and how to guide to be a submissive in a male on male BDSM relationship. It's not a toss on those that are Bisexual or Homosexual just a way to play with Thaddeus. He will think it is funny as hell.”

"You will hold it for me. That's an order." It was agony. The pleasure was building to an unbearable peak, a white-hot pressure in his groin. He fought to hold it back, his whole body trembling with the effort. Gabe's thrusts became erratic, his breathing harsh. He was close. "Come for me, then," he snarled. "Come for Daddy. Pay for your mistake." That was all it took. The permission sent Leo spiraling over the edge. He cried out as his orgasm ripped through him, his release spurting over Gabe's hand and the cabinet door. His ass clenched tight around Gabe's cock, milking him.

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.

I muttered, skating past him. He followed, pushing closer. “Don’t push me away.” He shoved me hard from behind. I nearly lost my balance on the ice. “Maybe I can find a dildo for you to stick up your ass. Would that make you cum? Wait — who takes it up the ass? Obviously it’s gonna be you, right? The pretty little bottom.” I turned to face him, skating closer until we were almost chest to chest. “Why don’t you get on the bed and find out? Since you’re so curious about gay sex, I can fuck you. Maybe you’d like it.”

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.

Regardless of the lack of affirmation from Roth, Craig was continuing to speak, “I know you're wondering, so: A power bottom is a man who both receives the penetration and dominates during sex, taking control of things like speed, depth, and position.” “Contrary to straight sex, gay sex isn't Nike: You can't just do it. You have to think about things. What did you eat last night? How clean are you? Is there lube nearby? Anal is a bit more complicated and often more painful than vaginal sex. Therefore, gay men don't always have the luxury of getting it on at the drop of a hat.”