Gay Men Stories Novels & Stories

he said “Yes I’m serious, that’s why the guys are coming in just to use the toilet. Some stay and buy things which is the idea but some just get their rocks off and leave” “Wow” was all I could say “But like I said you can’t tell anyone ok” “No. Of course” I couldn’t believe what he had told me. I’d never heard of anything like that before. I finished my shift and went home. That night I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking back on the days in my head. ‘There must have been 10-15 guys in today. And the same each day last week’. ‘That’s £200-£300 a day. That’s £400-600 a week’. ‘That’s insane’

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

I'm sure this gay man woke up in his bed. "W-What? Can you say it again? Maybe I just heard wrong." The second time I rested deeply. "He found out my number." I crossed my two fingers. I'm sure he'll preach to me. "Why did you put your number in that school? It's late at night, brother. You're really testing your stupidity. What's your spare sim for?" "Eh, I forgot that." I couldn’t help but gasp with nervousness. "How am I going to do it tomorrow? I'm supposed to go with them!"

Theban asked. “Because I am gay. I will never bring on any girl,” Sindro answered and waited for the bomb to explode, and sure enough, it did after a while. “Who even jokes about such a thing?” Theban asked, still laughing aloud. He thought that was the funniest thing he had heard all day long. “It’s no joke, dad. I’m serious. Am GAY,” he almost screamed. After the revelation, Priscilla had sat as father tried to convince son to hang out with ladies more, saying that perhaps that would make a change.

I couldn’t help but wonder what would matter more if I was caught. My awkward posture or the sight of my horny face and the sound of my fingers hitting the walls of my wet pussy. Fuck!! That was all the fuel I needed to work it harder. I didn’t care that my slippery music was now louder or that my hand had involuntarily slipped away from my mouth, allowing loud moans to escape from it. You should care if you’re touching yourself in a public bathroom. At least dignified women do….but like I said, it’s a craze.

Dominic told me many straight men enjoy pegging and anal play and I should tell Claudia about this, but I fear she will never understand. I saw all those dildos and vibrators in Gabriel’s dresser and envy he and my son for being able to openly admit what they enjoy. “How do you know about the things Dominic is into?” I ask, cautiously and fearful of the response I may hear. “We are both gay men,” Gabriel says. “We talk, we bond and we notice things about one another. Say… the stance, the tone of voice, the tattoo that shows he is part of the community and a dom.”

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 ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

Note this a taboo/Forbidden Romance I have a confession to make. There has only ever been one man I wanted: Logan Lawman. Completely off-limits and twenty-five years my senior Logan. He is a walking demigod, with his broad shoulders and deep voice that makes my toes curl. Oh, and he’s also my Dad’s best buddy. To say that I’m screwed would be an understatement.