Gay Male Stories Novels & Stories

My biggest problem wasn’t writer’s block. It was a terminal, throbbing case of blue balls, and the only cure was Damian. I could write a thousand words about the slick heat of skin on skin, the guttural sounds a man makes when he’s about to come, the exact way a cock pulses in your hand. My anonymous stories in the university literary magazine were legendary, the most dog-eared, most whispered-about pages in the whole publication. Everyone thought "A. N. Onymous" was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual.

ng аnоthеr lоаd іntо thе сum fіllеd rесtum. Thеn they wеrе done аnd they rеturnеd tо a dеер ѕlеер. It had bееn grеаt sex fоr аll thrее оf thеm аnd they would соntіnuе іn thе mоrnіng. The thrее gays wоkе uр tо thе gentle sound оf thе раttеr оf rain. It wаѕ a ѕtеаdу rаіn аnd not a heavy ѕtоrm. It wаѕ рlеаѕаnt lуіng іn bed and lіѕtеnіng tо іt. Eасh оnе got uр and tооk hіѕ mоrnіng ріѕѕ аnd thеn rеturnеd nаkеd tо bed. Bаrrу аnd Cоrу were running thеіr hаndѕ аll оvеr Dеnnу'ѕ lovely body and thеу were аll sporting еrесtіоnѕ. In consideration оf lооѕеnіng hіm uр, Barry fuсkеd Dеnnу fіrѕt. This tіmе іt wаѕ іn thе mіѕѕіоnаrу роѕіtіоn.

"You eighteen?" "Yes," I whimper. His hips tilt and his big penis presses into my stomach, a long groan leaving his mouth. "That ain't another lie, is it?" "No, sir." "If you're at this party with your daddy or a husband, best tell me now." Technically, the man inside isn't my father—not by birth, anyway—and I'm definitely not married. I've never even had a boyfriend. I'm being a little dishonest not clarifying who I am, but I'm too excited to find out what happens next. Tingles are racing up and down my back, sliding up my thighs, making my breasts feel heavy. More. I need more. "I'm not here with a daddy or a husband." I wet my lips and feel his flesh jerk between us. "Why d-do you want to

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

⚠️Content Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of explicit sexual acts, including oral sex, anonymous encounters, public restroom settings, gloryhole scenes, multiple partners, and themes of sexual degradation, exhibitionism, and female submission. The content is intended for mature audiences aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is strongly advised. All characters depicted in sexual situations are consenting adults over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction and should not be interpreted as an endorsement of unsafe or non-consensual sexual behavior.

" He muttered frustrated to Lenard who looked at him feeling sorry for his friend. "Guy, forget about the cheating part! You guys are physically already separated. It's just papers that are left! Go out to a club and have some fun and get yourself a nice willing lady who will help you to get rid of your poor blue balls!! Trust me, you will feel much better after that!" Lenard said as both men got up to leave as well. "Hmm I'll see, aniways i have things to do! Tomorrow I expect some serious potential new clients so for now I just want to go home and relax and do some work at home on my laptop and then eat and sleep!" Justin replied to him.

The locker room had become a prison of steam, sweat, and unrelenting lust. Alex could barely stand after the shower marathon, his legs shaking violently as residual cum continued to trickle down his inner thighs despite the water. His hole felt ruined—puffy, sore, and strangely empty now that Jax had finally pulled out. Every breath sent a throb through his overstimulated body, his prostate hypersensitive from the repeated poundings. The hot water had long since washed away most of the visible evidence, but the deep ache inside him remained, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he had been claimed.

My Gay Dad. “Get out of my house and get out of my life. I don't need you anymore. You have ruined my life, you beach". Amelia Choley screamed at the top of her voice as she pushed her husband out of her one room apartment. “You're the worst thing that has ever happened to me. You came into my life, have nothing to offer and destroyed the little I have. You're a liar, a gay and a devil. Only demons practice gay”. Amelia said, still in anger and shouting at the top of her voice. She has a tiny but loud voice and this time around she screams so loud in frustration.

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.

The orgasm left me gasping, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes. Sameal finally pulled the dildo out with a wet sound, leaving my pussy gaping and twitching. His hands trailed my breasts, tugging hard on my nipples and I bit into the gag, the pleasure and pain too much for me to bear. Sameal moved away and the first strike landed across my ass. I screamed into the gag. He whipped me again and again, the leather cracking against my skin, turning my already sore ass even redder. The pain was sharp, but it mixed with the throbbing in my clit, making me even wetter.