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Chapter 16 I could hear nothing but screams. I don't know what kind of kiss it was, or if a kiss has any kind, I just know that I'm drowning in the way he kisses. He sucked on my lips, and our tongues fought. I caught my breath when he walked away. He was still holding my neck. Before walking away, he whispered. "A gay man can kiss a woman, Secretary Gillian," he whispered and walked away. In an instant, his gayness returned.

Sex with my wife was still great but I couldn't get the scenes out of my mind which played over and over. On the occasions, Wendy was out of the house traveling or shopping, I would jump on our computer and surf the Internet for gay sites. The more video I watched, the more my desire for gay sex continued to build. I was always careful to erase the history on our browser so Wendy did not see what her husband was viewing. On a couple of occasions we had watched p**n movies together in the past, she had always cited her dislike for girl-on-girl scenes. If she thought my watching lesbian videos were disgusting, I could not fathom what she would think of her husband's newfound desire for gay sex

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

“Look at you moaning like a whore. Bet you touch yourself thinking about guys like me, don’t you? Late at night in your dorm, fingering your own ass while pretending you’re straight.” Alex shook his head weakly, but the denial died in his throat as Jax plunged three fingers deep, pumping them hard while sucking him again. The freshman’s back arched off the bench, a broken sob escaping him as orgasm crashed over him without warning. He came hard down Jax’s throat, hips jerking erratically. Jax swallowed every drop, milking him dry before pulling back with a satisfied smirk.

Dangerous. “I said,” Alex repeated softly, “I could make you feel good. So good, you’ll forget that little girlfriend of yours even exists.” Jake’s laugh was weak and forced. “You’re fucking insane. I’m not gay.” Alex’s lips twitched into something dark. “You keep saying that. But you were jerking off to your own moans. Not exactly screaming ‘straight’ to me.” Jake stepped back, only to feel the wall hit his spine. Alex kept moving forward.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

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

Silver takes my hand. You want to know what sucks? Being gay in high school, being surrounded by hot guys you can never look at because looking is just as bad as assuming one's gay. Then you end up like me at a party 4 shots in and I can't help it, fuck I want one... a guy I mean, I'm surrounded.

It was a very confident smile. “Trust me, there’s a market for things like that. Have you seen what teenage girls read these days?” Zach was confused by that. Surely teenage girls weren’t interested in reading stories about two men in sexual situations. He couldn’t see girls wanting to read that sort of thing. “Zach, gay erotica has a large female readership, it’s not just men reading it,” Meghan explained after glancing at his face. “Why do you think I’m always asking about Damien Black’s story?”

He wound his hands around my waist and lifted my short black and green striped skirt, palming my exposed assglobes. I'm so thankful for wearing a pink g-string today. The feel of his calloused, warm palms cupping my naked butt cheeks and kneading them like fine dough was so amazing. He soon hooked his index right finger on my g-string, tugging at it high and then letting go of it. A gasp escaped my lips. And he kept doing that, tugging at it harder each time, my gasps crescendoing. "My little slutty Iris, are you ready to get pounded senseless?"