Gay Men Stories Novels & Stories

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

I couldn't remember how long I was walking but a groan was enough to tell me I had gone too far. My eyes widened as the sounds poured out. I was right in front of Sameal's room. The door was slightly ajar. I knew I should keep walking, but my feet wouldn’t move. Curiosity got the better of me and before I could stop myself I peered through the crack. Sameal was on his bed, his muscular chest completely bare and his pants pulled just enough to expose his cock. His large hand was wrapped around the hard member and holy shit… it was massive.

He does text me every hour to check in though so maybe that’s how he’s managing to hold up. At lunch, I saw him among his friends. His eyes however were set on me, and I sent a small smile. He didn’t smile back but I saw his eyes twinkle like a five year old. We sat down by our table and discussed our project a little bit more to polish some finer details. We settled on a 1920’s gay themed story about two boys in the athletics club. The characters Ray and Ban were supposed to be a classic enemies-to-lovers trope where they hate each other’s guts but they unfortunately end up sharing the same bedroom at the sports dorm. Ray being bisexual and Ban being gay but each unable to come out due to t

“I’m not.” I tilted my head. “Didn’t look straight when you made out with me at that club.” He laughed, sharp and bitter. “I’m not gay because I’m not broken.” That did it. “What does that mean?” I growled. He stepped closer, his eyes burning. “People become gay because they’re insecure. They are gay because they know they can't satisfy a woman.” I scoffed. He will be surprised that gay men are better in bed. And he would know that if I actually fucked him that night.

Ken said as if he was shaking and then I felt him squeeze my elbow and I moaned because of that. I'm just going to call you wifey and then I'm still holding back, you're really annoying Ken, no, you've really elbowed me. "Any mister there will not agree to ask for their wife's number, especially from a man we don't know well yet." What's up with you hubby? I think you're addicted! Are you sniffing now huh? "A-Ah, go ahead, it's okay if you can't." Ken started walking. I looked at Ken, Ken who is gay.

she pointed out. "Gay men can be very sexually proficient," I countered. "Cáel Nyilas (damn, she loved my name), you came five times. I lost track of how many orgasms I had. If you are gay, you aren't in De-Nile, you are in Ethiopia," she giggled. This wasn't the right moment to brag that I ejaculated eight times last night. Rhada filled up three condoms during our little escapade. I repeat, I have an out of control libido.

“You want our cum, don’t you? Want us to breed you like a cheap whore?” I nodded frantically, tears streaming, my body trembling on the edge of orgasm. Tyler took over my mouth while Kai moved to my ass. He spat generously on my tight hole, working one finger in, then two, stretching me open. “Not yet,” Kai warned when I whimpered. “But soon. We’re going to ruin every hole tonight.” The double penetration in my pussy grew faster and more brutal. Leo and Marcus were groaning and grunting like animals, their cocks sliding together inside me, making wet, obscene sounds.

"I mean, I would like to share my experience with my boyfriend since he is the first time I had sex with. Although, are you willing to listen!" For some reason, I found it very interesting to hear a gay sharing his experience with fellow man. I am just fucking curious how they do it and who often initiates having sex with their partners. "Of course I would like to hear your story if you wanted to share it. I am an open minded person and I would really want to "Alright, please listen attentively as my story is going to be a fucking hot and each scene is so intense!" I laughed at his ridiculous joke. It seems like I will have another sister.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

“This is what happens when you’re a bad girl. You get fucked like a whore by your trainers.” I came the first time with a muffled scream around Jax’s cock, my pussy gushing around Kane. They didn’t stop. They kept switching, using my mouth and pussy relentlessly until I came again. And then again. My body was shaking uncontrollably, covered in sweat, drool running down my chin. “Fuck…I’m gonna cum,” Jax groaned, pulling out of my mouth and stroking himself fast. Both men pulled out and stood over me. They stroked their thick cocks until they exploded, covering my face, tits, and back with thick ropes of hot cum. I was a trembling, cum-covered mess on the yoga mats.