Gay Male Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

This story is intended for adults aged 18 and older and contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. Readers should be aware that it includes depictions of gay sexual activity, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, cruising, public sexual encounters, power-exchange and submissive/dominant dynamics, explicit sexual language, and descriptions of consensual sexual acts between adults. All characters depicted in sexual situations are adults. This work is presented as fiction and is intended solely for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

she pointed out. "Gay men can be very sexually proficient," I countered. "Cáel Nyilas (damn, she loved my name), you came five times. I lost track of how many orgasms I had. If you are gay, you aren't in De-Nile, you are in Ethiopia," she giggled. This wasn't the right moment to brag that I ejaculated eight times last night. Rhada filled up three condoms during our little escapade. I repeat, I have an out of control libido.

“You are making me blush.” He didn’t move to follow, but his eyes stayed locked on hers, heavy and unblinking. That stare made her feel as though she were already stripped, already beneath him, and the thought made her thighs press together. "You are free to blush. Your boyfriend will never cheat on you." He said. "You can never say. I broke up with my boyfriend two months ago after I caught him cheating." Stella replied. "He must be a jerk. No reasonable man will cheat on a girl like you." Desmond said. "If you are my girlfriend, I will never talk to other girls. You are prettier and more well endowed than my girlfriend."

And I have to find a job that pays well. My gay friend, Jayson, has been offering me this job since I was a teen. But I didn’t accept it simply because I wasn’t interested. But now that I need money more than ever, I accepted it without telling Paolo. Why would I? He won’t care. He only cares about his damn little cock and all his vices. Why did I even marry such a man like him? Oh hell. It had been five months since I arrived at this job, a job doing p**n videos.

He smirked and said that since there was a lot of money in the gay p**n industry if I was interested. I was floored that the guys could do that. One of the other models went on to explain the "gay-for-pay" reality of the gay p**n industry. I was actually surprised at how many straight guys were willing to have gay sex and be filmed. But after they all described the gigs as work, I came to understand. I was still unsure if I could ever do anything like that, but they all advised me to start out slow and see if I could even handle an erotic couples shoot. Andrew piped up and said that if I was going to give it a try, he should have first dibs as my partner since he brought me in. We all laughe

Ethan knew what he was about to say was a no-go area so he let it slide. "To be honest, I deliberately played that office-themed gay love story so as to gauge your reaction and also to let you see for yourself that even gay couples enjoy themselves. Developing a liking for your little man doesn't mean the end of the world. You're not the first gay bloke and you would definitely not be the last. So, come on, loosen up, embrace your sexuality and your little man so you can enjoy your life!" Maxwell turned so that his back was facing Ethan before saying in a low tone,

"I can't stop thinking about what happened." "I'm gay," Tad announced as he folded another shirt. "And I'm going to come out." Mark gasped. "Dude, you can't do that to me! The guys on the team will give us so much shit!" Tad looked at him. "I'm not outing you, but I'm not gonna keep pretending. If you don't want to have a gay friend, then you're welcome to end things." Mark got up and paced around the room. "You don't understand. I've never been able to get off with a girl before. I lied about Rachel. She dumped me because nothing ever worked!"

Maleek was my cure. No matter how long I went without being sexual with Maleek, the urges wouldn’t surface. He had gotten me through my addiction and as of now, my body wanted only him. I tried using my dildo and finger to get an orgasm but found myself angrily in my thoughts. The sex with Maleek had been interrupted due to his husband, not wife popped up and exposed the ill-written truth; my cure, my lover, and my intimate friend was in a homosexual relationship. The thought made me throw the dildo across the room with an abnormal amount of force. The loud thud and wiggly way it bounced off the wall made me cry like a big-ass baby for a moment in disbelief of myself, Maleek, and the entire

Chapter 16 I could hear nothing but screams. I don't know what kind of kiss it was, or if a kiss has any kind, I just know that I'm drowning in the way he kisses. He sucked on my lips, and our tongues fought. I caught my breath when he walked away. He was still holding my neck. Before walking away, he whispered. "A gay man can kiss a woman, Secretary Gillian," he whispered and walked away. In an instant, his gayness returned.