Novel & Cerita Gay Men Stories

Within minutes, Evan’s body began to spasm from the orgasmic euphoria and with one last stroke from Daniel he shot his load all over his abs, and with one final thrust Daniel pulled himself out and shot his load over Evan's body. Daniel collapsed on top of Evan and their semen mixed together with their bodily fluids. “You do know that was just a warm up, right?” He whispered to Evan, rolling off him and onto the bed. Evan immediately got up with the embarrassment of him sleeping with his Ex's dad. He tried to hurry into the bathroom but his eyes caught a sight; at the entrance of the room stood the last person Evan wanted to see. His ex— Liam’s shocked expression. As if snapping out of a daz

“You’re drunk and crying, and you just walked into my suite to explain.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “My fiancé… he’s gay. He’s been fucking his best friend behind my back for years and used me as a beard. I caught them tonight.” My voice cracked. “I just wanted to forget. To feel wanted for once.” Something dark flickered in his eyes. He stopped inches away, towering over me that I could feel the heat rolling off his body. “Poor little thing,” he murmured, but there was no pity in his tone but only hunger. “All that fire and no one to tame it.”

He told me that some men like to watch their cum spray onto their cocksucker's tongue and how sometimes they like to shove it balls-deep and cum right down the throat. After we had chatted for several weeks, he asked if I thought I was ever going to really give it a try. I told him I didn't know, that the thought of actually doing it was scary and that I wasn't gay. He told me that by chatting with me, he could tell I was the perfect boy to be a cocksucker and that I should try it.

he whined, clutching his chest as if his pride had been wounded. “By the way, do you not cross-dress?” Rhea asked curiously. She had noticed from the beginning that he always wore men’s clothes, making it hard to tell that he was gay. He was undeniably handsome, but the moment he spoke with that squeaky voice, it was disappointing. “Nope!” Lucas replied, emphasizing the word. “I’m gay, but I don’t like wearing girly clothes. I mean, I’m a woman, char! But just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I have to dress like one. Some of us are just different.”

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.”

"She's Shakira and she's claiming to be carrying Asher's baby?" "You fucked her without a condom? have you forgotten the DFGWC rule you made?" "Wait a minute, what is the DFGWC rule?" Daniela asked confused. "Didn't fuck girls without condoms" "What other rules did you guys come up with?" "DDAPT" "Meaning?" "Don't dick a pussy twice" "What the hell, you guys are really brothers" "And I thought Darrell was different" Claire muttered and we chuckled. "Now back to the issue on ground. Who did you say got you pregnant?"

“Why do you think I’m always asking about Damien Black’s story?” The intern was taken aback for the fourth time that day already. He was very ready to go home before there were any more revelations for him. He had never thought to consider the entire market for gay erotica. He had simply assumed it was for gay men like him. He would have to tell Darien about all of his discoveries to see what he would say. He wasn’t sure if he would pass on Adam’s feedback about his works though. Darien was not likely to take that one well. He had a feeling Darien would not like someone like Adam.

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.

"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.

The casual touches, the long stares when he came home sweaty from work I thought I’d hidden them better. “What were you watching exactly?” he pressed. “Tell me.” I swallowed hard. “Gay p**n. Older guy… taking control. Big cock. Making the younger one submit.” Max’s eyes darkened. I glanced down involuntarily and saw the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans. He was hard. My own dick throbbed in response, pressing uncomfortably against my shorts. “Stand up,” he ordered. “Drop the shorts. Show me how you were touching yourself last night.”