Novel & Cerita Gay Sex Fiction

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

I sighed quietly as I considered the sex I had experienced before coming to this school and now that I was here. The sex back home had usually been straight guys who wanted to get off or closeted gay men who wanted gay sex. Needless to say, the sex was hard and fast, which I did love, but not specifically good sex. I would suck a cock and swallow his cum or take his hard cock out my ass until he blew his load in the condom, but I was usually on my own for my orgasms unless I got lucky and had a prostate orgasm.

I lost count of how many times I came, squirting messily across the gym floor while they rotated through my mouth, pussy, and ass. “Fuck, she’s creaming so hard,” Jax groaned, slamming into my ass while Kai fucked my pussy in a deep double penetration. I was completely lost, sobbing and begging like their personal toy. “Please… fill me. Use me. I’m your slut. I’m your fitness whore.” Kai came first, flooding my pussy with thick, hot cum. Jax followed right after, burying himself deep in my ass and pumping me full. They pulled out and stood over me, stroking themselves until they painted my face, tits, and stomach with the last ropes of cum.

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.

She left quickly and Angela pulled a piece of paper in front of her. “This time we would like a series of erotica books instead of a standalone. We’ve analyzed the market and decided on a trilogy of gay erotica. Each book will cover a different couple, but the themes will be similar and characters can cross over between them,” she explained. “We let you write freely last time due to the way you were recruited. It will be different this time.” Leo’s mind started to spark up ideas for storylines and characters. When he had been writing his first, there had been a lot of unused plot ideas that he had taken note of for future consideration.

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.

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.

Alex's hands roamed over my skin, his touch gentle yet possessive. The room was filled with the heady scent of sweat and sex, a potent mixture that only served to heighten my arousal. I could feel my body responding eagerly to their intimate caresses, my every nerve ending on fire with need. As Alex continued to thrust deeper into me, I couldn’t help but marvel at how good it felt to be utterly consumed by pleasure. I had always been curious about gay sex, but nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of it all. From watching them fuck to both of them fucking me, it was heaven.

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

She reached down to the garter belt, slid a gloved finger into Fabienne’s groin and pushed the lace triangle covering her sex aside. Taking hold of Fabienne’s pubis she tugged at the dark fleece, claiming the tight little plum with a force that bordered on cruelty. Fabienne whimpered and almost cried out. Ah, how she loved this game, this sexual sparring, this exchange of energies. It was something she had neverbefore found with a woman. And with many men, the dominance was too crude, too pure.