Gay Noncon Stories Novels & Stories

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

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“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.

He slid his hand up and down Kon's shaft. "I would rather not feel pleasure." Kon had to bite hard on his teeth to prevent a moan from escaping. "Just see how hard you have become, Kon." He smirked, pleased with his handiwork. "You claimed not to be gay, but you became hard when a man touched you down there. Is that how those who are not gay behave?" He pumped his hand fast on Kon's shaft. "Please… fuck!" Kon buckled his hips. Osy circled his thumb on the tip of Kon's shaft.

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.