Gay Prison Sex Stories Novels & Stories

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.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

he says, pulling out and thrusting in again, going deeper this time. A deep-throated groan comes out of me as my back bows, and I feel Gabriel’s hands grip my hips. He pulls out and pushes in again, and again. His strokes are slow and languid, as though he has all night to fuck me. Given his youth, I bet he can do it, too. “There you go, Kayla. Take my cock.” I shiver at his words as he takes my hands and raises them above my head, gripping my wrists in one hand while pinching my nipple with the other. I gasp in pleasure, hardly knowing where to focus my attention.

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

I felt my ejaculation rising, pulling out I commanded her to kneeling, abd started cumming on her tits this time. We laid there, snuggled in the tight corner. Watching the stars through the window. Sex in the bus made it thrilling wild. I had totally forgotten my girlfriend. Over the weekend, at every chance we got, we had quickies in the hmbus when others hiked, dirty talks flowed between us. I would ask her you like being my little whore in the bus?” She would reply. “Yes daddy, use me.”

I would feel terrible for giving the wrong impression. "If we were to take into account grumpiness with lack of sex, for sure you would still be a virgin," I replied, arching an eyebrow. Pablo laughed loudly, crossing his arms and leaning back on the chair, he looked like a damn viewer of some game or comedy show. Did you really think I was a clown? " But as I am aware of how everything happens inside prisons, I know that virginity is not really something that still belongs to you. I mean, with all that story of intimate visits by sex workers.” "And where did you hear about that?”

“You don’t want Maya to hear her precious best friend getting finger-fucked by her big sister, do you?” I shook my head frantically, moaning into her palm as she started pumping her fingers in and out of my tight pussy. She curled them perfectly, hitting that sensitive spot inside me with every stroke. The wet, obscene sounds of her fingers plunging into my soaked cunt were barely covered by the music from the party. “Look at you,” Lena growled, fucking me harder. “Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.”

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

I have a class to attend. ‎I scurried out of bed and dashed into the bathroom to take a shower. ‎I know what we just did is forbidden and a taboo, but I don't feel guilty for it. Not one bit. In fact, I so much loved it. Who would regret having hot sex with a guy who has a big dick and knows how to fuck very well? ‎**Author's note** ‎Are they going to keep doing it till their parents come back? ‎Let's keep going.

He smiled and tapped me on the shoulder. "Tsk, I've been free for a long time. Besides, you have a big time steering ah? Have you stopped being a callboy?" I asked her with a smirk. "Of course I stopped that." He said this and shook his head. I smiled as I remembered my first night in the cell, I could not sleep and I could see with my own two eyes how Gavin was raped by four policemen. The rape scene is like a fetish. "Or what are you thinking? Oh, I can't now, I will drive the yacht back. You know me, I want to last a long time." He said this and even got a wink.