Gay Sex Short Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Then I start thrusting, slow and deep. Her tits were bouncing with every thrust, and she was clenching her pussy around me, hot and wet. "Fuck, you feel amazing," I grunt. "So tight for me." "Harder, Kai. Please, fuck me harder." Now, I quickened the pace, slamming into her. The bed creaked under us, her moans loud. "You like being fucked by a trans woman? By my Dick ?" "Yes! I love it. Don't stop."

"She's Shakira and she's claiming to be carrying Asher's baby?" "You fucked her without a condom? have you forgotten the DFGWC rule you made?" "Wait a minute, what is the DFGWC rule?" Daniela asked confused. "Didn't fuck girls without condoms" "What other rules did you guys come up with?" "DDAPT" "Meaning?" "Don't dick a pussy twice" "What the hell, you guys are really brothers" "And I thought Darrell was different" Claire muttered and we chuckled. "Now back to the issue on ground. Who did you say got you pregnant?"

John Mayo, a 22-year-old college student with short brown hair and a lean, athletic build, strolled into the bustling gay club, ‘The Rainbow Room.’ The pulsating music and the smell of sweat and cologne filled the air. He was new to the gay scene and eager to explore his sexuality. His eyes scanned the room and landed on a group of guys at the bar. One of them caught his eye, a tall, muscular man with dark skin and close-cropped hair. His name was Kai, and he was 23 years old. John had always watched him from afar in class, intrigued by his calm confidence.

I kept shifting my weight, pressing my thighs together hard. Heat rushed through me and I could feel myself getting wet, my panties sticking. Later we slipped out to the garden where the lights were dim and the music sounded far away. He pushed me against the stone wall, hands on either side of my head. “I cannot do this anymore,” he said, breathing heavy. “Pretending I don’t want you—it’s impossible.” I grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him in. “Then do it,” I whispered right against his mouth. “Fuck me, Xavier. Right now.”

It drowned out the smell of the sex for a second, but I could still feel the sticky warmth of his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs, trickling toward my knees in thick, white streaks that stained the expensive rug. I stood up on shaky legs, my balance uneven. I gathered the tatters of my ruined robe, clutching the torn silk to my chest like a shield. I slipped out of the room, looking both ways down the hallway. I padded down the corridor barefoot, every step a reminder of the mess between my legs, the wetness of his release soaking into the hem of the white shirt as I hurried back to the safety of my own bed, feeling the weight of the secret I was now carrying between my thighs. I r

Ken said as if he was shaking and then I felt him squeeze my elbow and I moaned because of that. I'm just going to call you wifey and then I'm still holding back, you're really annoying Ken, no, you've really elbowed me. "Any mister there will not agree to ask for their wife's number, especially from a man we don't know well yet." What's up with you hubby? I think you're addicted! Are you sniffing now huh? "A-Ah, go ahead, it's okay if you can't." Ken started walking. I looked at Ken, Ken who is gay.

I leaned back in the deep leather chair of my private office, the late afternoon light filtering through half-drawn blinds and casting long shadows across the Persian rug. The room smelled faintly of sandalwood and clean linen, a deliberate choice to help clients feel both grounded and safe. My name is Dr. Adrian Hale. For the last six years I have practiced a form of sex therapy that most traditional therapists would never dare. I do not simply talk about intimacy. I create it. I guide my clients through their blocks, fears, and inhibitions by sharing physical connection with them, always with clear consent, strict boundaries, and their complete agency. The body remembers what words alone o

“You’re serious?” Ethan smiled, leaning in to kiss Tyler’s cum-stained lips. “Dead serious. You lost the bet. Tonight you’re taking both cocks in that greedy hole.” Tyler swallowed hard, but the heat in his eyes gave him away. “Fuck… okay. But you better make me come again while you do it.” Jake laughed low and pulled both of them closer. “Oh we will. We’re just getting started. This bet lasts all week, remember? Every night you’re getting used by both of us until you can’t even remember what it felt like to be ‘straight’.”

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.