Gay Noncon Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Regardless of the lack of affirmation from Roth, Craig was continuing to speak, “I know you're wondering, so: A power bottom is a man who both receives the penetration and dominates during sex, taking control of things like speed, depth, and position.” “Contrary to straight sex, gay sex isn't Nike: You can't just do it. You have to think about things. What did you eat last night? How clean are you? Is there lube nearby? Anal is a bit more complicated and often more painful than vaginal sex. Therefore, gay men don't always have the luxury of getting it on at the drop of a hat.”

"Ask." I parted my lips, but my voice failed me. How do you articulate the terror of selling your womb? "The surrogacy," I managed to choke out. "Is it… standard procedure? I’m assuming we use a clinic, and then insemin—" "No." He cut me off, and the word made me blink in confusion. "No?" He smiled slightly before it disappeared as quickly as it came. "I have no interest in sterile clinics or cold metal instruments. I want a natural conception."

This story is intended for adults aged 18 and older and contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. Readers should be aware that it includes depictions of gay sexual activity, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, cruising, public sexual encounters, power-exchange and submissive/dominant dynamics, explicit sexual language, and descriptions of consensual sexual acts between adults. All characters depicted in sexual situations are adults. This work is presented as fiction and is intended solely for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

He knelt, his cock aimed at Sloane’s anus, which was visible just above her pussy, a tight, crinkled star nestled in the cleft of her ass. Sloane watched them align themselves, her breath coming faster. “Do it. Now.” Jax pushed forward. His cock, already slick from Sloane’s saliva and his own precum, slid into her pussy with a smooth, gliding motion. Her vaginal walls, loose and well-used but incredibly responsive, stretched around his girth with a wet, welcoming sigh. He sank deep, his balls slapping against her perineum. At the same instant, Kade pressed his narrow tip against her anus. It was tighter, less prepared. Sloane grunted, a sharp sound of effort and pleasure. “Push, Kade. I’m op

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

Trevor strokes the hair from my face. "You and me both," I mumble under my breath around the ball gag in my mouth. Jase indulges me with some blood play sometimes. It's rare, but enough to take the edge off. I'm usually into bondage and kink play, but this is boring and not doing a thing for me. It's probably mostly because I'm J and C sexual. I get hard around Jase or Carley when I think about them. Now is not the time to grow, little Ran. He isn't listening. Oh, this is going to be fun to explain—Le sigh. I'm gender non-conforming, but that's not helpful, considering this guy believes my sex is female. Boo.

And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked. As usual, my brother has a bunch of the guys over. I stayed in the room all night. By midnight, most of them were gone except for his two closest friends. They crashed in the house often, so I was used to their presence. The only problem was that seeing them got me wet, which was why after I ran into them while getting water in the kitchen, I went to my room, closed the door, and plugged in my headphones. I opened an incognito tab, found the video that best fit my fantasies, and pressed play.

His eyes traced the used condoms on the floor, the used condoms that were used on him. Hayden's right hand made its way to his hair. His heart began to beat faster as he slowly tried to arrange his thoughts. He disliked gays ever since that incident, but how come he wasn't disgusted by Zenos's? Don't tell him that he wasn't straight from the beginning. No, he shook his head and cleaned his tears. Last night he still felt irritated by a man who was trying to seduce him, so how come? He soon stood up while ignoring his throbbing and painful behind, but it still hurt like hell. He could hardly walk. That man really ate him dry! He thought in anger.