Gay Men Stories Novels & Stories

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.

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Still humming with it. And maybe—just maybe—I’d bring cream puffs so full they burst at the seams instead of those neat perfectly square little lemon bars. It had been almost a year since I’d actually been fucked—and let’s be honest, whatever Adam and I did barely qualified. Especially after what I’d seen here. Compared to the things I’d watched in this club, he may as well have been reading me a bedtime story. And tonight? I wasn’t in the mood for fairy tales. Maybe it was time to admit I wanted more.

Her body would crave sex like mad at precisely the moment a man was likely to turn tail and run in revulsion! She'd read all the advice in the sex manuals: ‘A truly sensual man won't be put off, etc ...’ but her own experiences didn’t match the textbook. She’d always met with shudders of distaste, and even with the protecting barrier of a condom, no man had ever wanted her enough to enter a body that was bleeding. Worse still, it was usually the macho men - like Nathan Levay ~ who’d ended up being the most squeamish. ‘Are you all right?’ His soft voice cut clean through her pessimism

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

Saliva bubbled at the corners of my lips, dripping onto Thorne's legs Lucien and Draven stroked their dicks faster as they watched us. Lucien's red hair fell to the side, as he stroked the tip of his cock hard. "Look at our brothers using up her holes", he groaned. Draven grunted in agreement, his hand stroking his cock even faster. Their dicks were driving me crazy. Thorne thrusted his hips beneath me met my own movements in rhythm as his dick pounded my cervix. Cedric's dick fucked my throat hard.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

I grew up as a sex slave in the yard of Don Clinton, the ruthless Italian Mafia boss. Sold to him at eighteen, I was now twenty-four — broken in, addicted, and utterly used to the brutal rhythm of his fat cock. Life had narrowed to one simple truth: I was nothing but a cum dump.

“We have different interests. Mine is in the gym, others were at the parties.” He laughed then looked at me. “My friends once told me you’re gay, that you’re into women and not interested in men.” I squinted my eyes. “Your friends talk about me, huh?” “Well…” he shrugged, then we both laughed. “That rumor about me was false. I’m not interested in women, I’m into men. And I think people nowadays just love spreading rumors, huh? Rumors about you were proof of it, as well.” “Hmm? Rumors about me? Haven’t heard about it. I just hope they were good rumors and not bad.”