Romans & histoires Gay Noncon Stories

he frowned at me. " there is no trash you clean because am not a gay " I said surprisely to his awe. " wait, you think they are going to believe that not a gay when you haven't prove it to them " he laughed. " how will I prove to them that am not a gay? " I asked. " get yourself a girlfriend because if you don't show the word that you are in a relationship there are never going to believe you " he stated. " no, I can't do it. You know how much I girls right? " he said.

“You stop talking nonsense! I don’t have that interest!” “You talked nonsense first. You can’t blame me.” Conrad hung up and returned the smartwatch to Adrian. Adrian blinked, and asked, “What is being gay?”

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I figuratively heard my pride as a gay man who loves sex being crushed into tiny little pieces. Gunner was right that I knew and heard about men experimenting with sex with gay men. I heard about them countless times, telling people that they just do it with gay men out of curiosity, excitement, and the sex. But again, knowing about it doesn’t make the pain and the anger less.

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

Becca looked busy over at her desk so he selected Adam for guidance. “Adam, I’m going through the submission inbox now. There’s a gay submission, but it’s just like a standard cliché CEO erotica story. Do you think it should be passed?” The new editor looked honoured to be asked for advice. He got out of his chair and came around to look. Like all of the other editors, he was a very fast reader. “I see the reason for the indecision,” Adam commented when he had finished. “It’s very cliché, the gay part is the only element that makes it stand out. I don’t really want to pass it. The gay genre deserves better.”

Who cares, though? Cain doesn't think I'm a weirdo like everyone else. I've been living with confusing fantasies in my head since puberty. They never involved my own father—ever—just a faceless authority figure. A man who would discipline me and love me unconditionally at the same time. He's not faceless anymore. It's Cain who gives me that. My fantasies are no longer these moving images I have to lock away. They're shared. I get to act them out.

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

The one in the corner making out with two different men at once looked like he’d peaked in high school and never moved on. The tall blond grinding on the couch? His moans sounded fake, like he was auditioning for a bad OnlyFans. The short guy with the nipple rings kept flexing every time someone glanced his way overcompensating much? I snorted into my drink. These men acted like they invented gay sex, yet half of them couldn’t even dance without looking like they were having a seizure.