Gay Mystery Books Novels & Stories

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Her eyes do not leave it, and I become much more horny with the way she stares at my cock. Do you see this, racist man? Your girl is so amazed at the black person’s cock. “Do you want to taste it? If you want to, just do it. You’re allowed to touch and taste it.” I smirked evilly at her. She gulped, and I saw her chest moving, indicating that she’s nervous... or excited? “I already have a b-boyfriend.” I chuckled and held the garter of my boxer shorts. I saw her follow it quickly.

"Open it." ‎ ‎I hesitated. ‎ ‎"I hope it suits you," Eve said, still smiling. ‎ ‎Slowly, I peeled back the wrapping paper. ‎ ‎The bright colors hit me first. Then the sharp smell of cheap ink. ‎ ‎My stomach dropped when I saw the title printed across the cover. ‎ ‎How to Turn a Straight Man into a Gay Guy. ‎For a second, everything went quiet. You could have heard a pin drop. Even I seemed to stop breathing.

Every step sent a fresh throb through his wrecked hole—pain and an unsettling, addictive fullness mixing together. Jax’s hand stayed firm on the back of his neck, guiding him like a disobedient pet. The quarterback’s cock, still semi-hard and glistening with their combined fluids, swung heavily between his muscular legs with each confident stride. “You thought just one load would be enough?” Jax’s voice was low, amused, dripping with dark satisfaction. “I saw the way you stared the second you walked in here, freshmeat. Eyes locked on my dick like it was the only thing in the world. Don’t pretend you weren’t begging for this.”

Along with the usual suspects, he found a book with two anime guys kissing on the cover. "That's my sisters," Kiaan blurted, grabbing the book. "Girls like that to read that sort of thing?" Sammy asked. "Most of those things are written by women for women, hence why they are so sickeningly romantic," Caine input, momentarily turning away from his work at the computer. Sammy smiled, unsure of how to respond to that. Were gay relationships typically less romantic than straight ones? He hoped not. The idea of just jumping straight into bed with the first guy he met scared him on so many levels. He wanted to go through the flirty beginnings and the dating phase.

Heat bloomed beneath her ribs. She gasped as his fingers reached her panties-still damp from her commute. Claire closed her eyes as his index slid inside the waistband. Slow. Gentle. He teased. The outline of his fingers pressing down through the fabric had nothing to do with books. He opened the desk drawer and yanked it open just enough to hide his hand from library cameras-and not enough to provide real cover. His wrist disappeared under the desk and into her panties. She gasped, hips jerking forward.

That one finger that had penetrated me was now joined with another and his thumb was now circling my clit, while I stood there and took this pleasurable abuse from my own stepbrother, Gabriel. “Oh my god, were a woman in a past life?” He knew exactly what he was doing. He was touching on my G spot, which was not something that any man could easily do. “Damn it, you’re making it very hard to resist you… Jesus… Oh yeah, right there… Yes, right there… AHHHHHHH.” We were both semi dressed and he had just made me cum all over his fingers and the inside of my shorts. I was just glad that I was wearing my black ones, because the white ones would’ve shown the obvious evidence of what we had done tog

Mom supported me, not because she understood, but because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. I stood up and walked around the library, feeling a little restless. They had all of the classics, and some of them looked as though they were expensive copies. Other authors that I regularly read, such as James Patterson and Dean Koontz were on the shelves. They even had some of my female favorites, such as Lisa Jackson, Lisa Gardner and Heather Graham Pozzessere. Then I wondered down to another section where I found some more provocative books. They had a lot of erotica books. One huge volume stood out: The Kama Sutra.

“Cooking up something?” “Jay,” I said quickly, “why are you here?” “Oh,” he said suddenly. “I almost forgot.” But instead of answering, he continued reading my manuscript. “Hey!” I quickly snatched the papers from his hands. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. That manuscript was different from my usual books. It was my first attempt at writing an erotic novel. And judging by the amused look on his face… he definitely read part of it. “Wild goose,” he muttered with a grin.

I’m the only one who knows he’s gay, and I’ve never understood why he thinks it’s such a bad thing to be gay. Honestly, I don’t even think it’s that serious. Because if today I managed to find a woman who could actually satisfy my fucking sexual urge, then trust me, I'm dropping all the dicks without a second thought. “Not going?” Donald repeated, like I’d just said something illegal. I barely had time to respond before his mood flipped completely. “Oh no, no, no—you’re definitely going,” he said, already grabbing my hand. “Donald, please—” I tried to protest, but he wasn’t even listening.