Gay Men Stories Novels & Stories

Then Eli bent him over the bed and fucked him again — slow and deep, kissing the back of his neck, whispering how perfect he felt, how long he’d wanted this. Dara curled against Eli’s chest afterward, breathing hard, still trembling. Eli stroked his back, heart still racing, chest tight with something a lot bigger than lust. This was supposed to be just sex. Just getting it out of our systems. But lying here with Dara warm and spent in his arms, he already knew the truth. This wasn’t over. Not even close.

She was suddenly aware of how shabby her jeans and simple sweater looked in this opulent space. "It's okay. Call me Damon." He gestured to the leather sofa. Ara sat, clutching her bag like a shield. Damon remained standing, studying her. “I’ve read every book you’ve written,” he stated. “All twenty-three. Your imagination is… exceptional. Filthy. Creative. It's a shame you've landed in this current situation.” Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist.

“Come to thank me for taking your V-card like a good little slut?” The cheerleader on his lap burst into giggles and kissed his neck again, louder this time, marking her territory. Aaron continued without missing a beat, his tone casual and cruel, like he was telling the funniest story in the world. “Yeah, guys, listen up. Harper here basically begged me to fuck her on Friday night. Said she was so tired of being the pathetic school virgin that everyone made fun of. So I did her a massive favor and popped that cherry.” He laughed, shaking his head dramatically as if the memory was pathetic. “Biggest fucking mistake of my life. Her pussy smelled funny—like old fish mixed with something rotten

he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."

He parted his lips and Toussaint’s thick cum-coated fingers slid in, the warm saltiness of semen flooding his taste buds. “Fuckkk!” Toussaint rasped at the sexiness of the sight. After licking Toussaint’s fingers clean, Jace stood up, cock erect and facing him, then knelt down as ordered. “Take them off,” Toussaint ordered and Jace complied. Toussaint’s humongous cock sprang out like a viper ready to bite. Jace’s jaw dropped at the length and size of it. He’d seen cocks of various sizes but none like THIS. It was at least thicker than his wrist and longer than most.

downstream followed him. As for the length of his penis, the quality, the temperature, the length of the erection, how many times a night, Jenny knew better than anyone else. "Boss, Jenny has only graduated from the school for a few years, relatively simple, doesn't know the homosexuality of the Gay gender, it has to be done slowly." Martin is a good brother and helps Jenny to relieve the siege. “However Jenny, if Daniel is gay, I think you should find some books on gay sex to explain. Recently, he had a conversation with a psychiatrist about plugging in the ass, science calls it sex *.

I was dangerously close already. “Smile, Ava,” Kai whispered in my ear while pretending to show me something on his phone. “You look like you’re about to cum undone in front of half the city’s elite.” Kade leaned in from the other side, voice barely audible. “If you make a sound, we’ll pull you under the table and make you suck us off while they keep talking.” The threat sent a fresh gush of arousal through me. The new kink they’d introduced was public denial combined with the constant reminder of ownership through the collar tag and jeweled plug which was pushing every button I had.

he growled, kicking my legs apart. I obeyed, water running down my back. His cock rubbed between my ass cheeks, thick and hot. “Ryan... condom?” I asked, voice shaking. “Raw. Like I promised.” He spat on his hand, slicked his cock, and pushed the fat head against my hole. “Gonna breed this stepbrother ass.” He thrust in hard. The stretch burned like fire as he sank deep in one long stroke. I cried out, the sound echoing off the tiles.

“But there are two more waiting for you there.” My legs were shaky as he helped me stand. Cum ran down my thighs in thick streams with every step. I could barely walk, but I followed him down the hall, already excited for more. My pussy and ass throbbed, leaking the whole way. This was only the beginning, and I was already addicted. When we got to the door of my room, he opened it. Two more huge naked men were inside, cocks already hard and ready. One was even bigger than the last guy, and the other had a cock that curved down like it was made to hit my g-spot perfectly.

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.