Gay Muscle Stories Novels & Stories

My clit throbbed at the sensation, reminding me how he had rubbed it rough while pounding me, and I had to cross my legs to hide how turned on I still was. "Not much, really," I said, keeping it vague. "Just settling in, figuring things out. No boys right now." It was a lie, but what was I supposed to say? That I was fucking my stepbrother every chance I got, hating him and wanting him at the same time? Emily laughed, a light sound that carried across the pool. "Come on, a pretty girl like you? I bet you have guys lining up. LA's full of them. What about Haiden? He's cute, right? And single, from what Collins says."

Jayler was still shaking his head. “You see, there are different types of gays.” I began stepping into the forefront. It’s time to let Jayler know about the different types of gay that people refer to. “There are bears, jocks, cubs, muscle bears, gym bunnies, otters, twinks.” I went on naming every single type that I know of. And I’m pretty embarrassed to admit the fact that I learned all of these types through my hook-up days and because I’ve slept with possibly each one of the tribe.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

I became gay at the gym (4) "Good girl," Wayne replied as he released my hair from his grasp and then sat back on the sofa. "Now suck my big, black dick and become a dirty cocksucker." It didn't escape my knowledge that by letting go of my hair, it was up to me to take this final step. I was going to explore gay sex, and not only that, I was going to be a "sissy slut" as Wayne liked to say, whatever that meant.

Raymond hissed, his hands fisting in my hair to steady my head while he positioned himself. He drove in with a single, powerful lunge. I let out a muffled scream against Richard’s cock, my body jerking forward from the force of the impact. Raymond filled me completely, his massive size stretching my pussy to the absolute limit. It was a sensory overload—Richard’s thickness filling my mouth and throat, while Raymond’s aggressive weight hammered into me from behind, his hips meeting mine with a jarring, rhythmic force.

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.”

My pussy twitched at the thought of driving him crazy. He began to groan. "Oh, Frank, you wanna cum?", I said stroking his huge dick. I replaced my hands with my mouth and slurped on his dick a few times, before I let it fully into my mouth. I couldn't get all his dick in but it didn't matter as I went up and down as fast as I could. He pushed his hips forward, gripping my hair, and fucking my mouth, I moaned, allowing him to use my mouth as his fuck toy.

For I know that gays want to be skinny, or mayhap just half of the population. “Earth to Adelaide, what? Did you not sleep well? You’re too spaced out, okay to calm your tits gays do get work up as well depending on the situation and perhaps to whom they are together with. But if you are asking about me, what happened yesterday were just because of my hormones. It doesn’t mean anything, so will you stop checking me out?”

Pete groaned as William grabbed the nape of his neck and stared lustfully into his eyes. “You hear me? This hole belongs to me now.” “Yes—yes! Yours—fuck—yours!” William moaned. The bathroom was filled with the slick sound of skin against skin, muffled groans and their heavy breathing. Pete reached and grabbed William’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, fast and rough. “Come for me,” Pete growled. “Do it, ballet boy.” And William did. Biting his forearm to keep from screaming, his body convulsing around Pete’s cock so tight it nearly dragged Pete over the edge with him.

I had anticipated this since yesterday and right now I just needed to blow a load and get home. I surfed the net looking for my favorite object insertion p**n to beat my meat off to, I mean, what better way to get a load ready? Lubing my cock with my saliva, my palm rubbed off on my cap first before moving downwards and upwards. The screen showed a group of men holding down a gay teenager and impaling him with a ball. My mouth watered as my hand moved faster on my rock hard penis. “Shit” I gasped low and breathy as the men treated him as an object for their pleasure and not a love making session.