Gay Sex Stories Real Novels & Stories

So I’ve had gay fantasies for a while, but I never acted on them. I recently broke up with my ex, so I’ve been exploring my sexuality a little more. Looking at dick pics online, sexting guys, but nothing like what happened last night. I know this one gay guy who goes to my gym. 4-5 years ago we used to work together, and he told me I was cute, but I had a gf at that time, and so I was like thank you but sorry I’m cuffed.

Allison asked again. "Yes..the same one" "Oh my gosh! That hot dude? I heard rumors that he's gay from staff" "Gay? I think I heard about it from him too.But I'm not so sure about it. Anyways he was drunk when we did it" Kylie said. "I still find this so hard to believe Kylie" "Again.. I got involved with his mother and we went for a family dinner where I passed out and found out that I'm allergic to shrimps" Kylie said in a rush.

“Me? Gay? I ain’t gay. Is this some kinda joke?” Kade shook his head. “I came home one night and found you in bed with not one, not two, but three guys. At first I thought you were drugged and I was gonna step in and break it up, but you appeared to be enjoyin’ suckin’ Max off, while Leroy fucked you in the ass. Didn’t catch the name of the guy suckin’ you off. Then you mentioned you’d fucked and sucked both the guys before. Multiple times.”

“That’s not a lot, Luke. Do you want to know their names? Gabby, Rowan, Dashiell and two sexy hulks at the gym. We fucked right there in the gym at the closet.” “I don’t want to hear your sexual escapades, Sis. Disgusting!” “Oh well. Too bad – you could have gained a tip or two. Do you know the A****n position? You should try that on Pam when you are together. She’ll love it.” “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “What do those books written by sex experts teach you then?” “I haven’t gotten to that part.” Sasha chuckled. “So what part have you gotten to? Gist me. I want to learn too.”

It was so good that my legs were literally shaking with every stroke he took. They both took turns at gaving me a really good sex. Finally, I was made to finger myself and watch as they both engaged in gay sex. The white dude was at the receiving end while the black dude banged ass really good. I could not believe it but I was literally so aroused by the way the both fucked. As I sat on the sink table, they both made me take a position that would favour them. The white dude fucked me through my ass while the black due fucked me through my pussy.

I’d come out so early, I had been spared most of that angst, but I knew gay men who pretended to be bisexual, married women, lied to girlfriends and bosses, then did dangerous stuff like picking up strange men in dark alleys, or staying in abusive relationships because they were too scared to complain to anyone. I’d seen fights break out on dance floors, bundled sad drunks into cabs, and endured a litany of desperation, all because some men couldn’t face the fact that they preferred dick to pussy, or admit that to those around them.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. REMEMBER: The world of fiction where the characters of my story reside is void of realities of HIV and STI. In the real world where we live in, HIV and STIs exist. The story is merely an escape from that world, so that I can release my subconcious, which is full of crazy and messy sex fantasies. The scenes in this story should never be recreated in real life. Guys, never ever attempt barebacking, rape or other unsafe sex ac

he says, trying terribly to hide how much he liked to hear that, "So can you look me in the eye and swear to God you've never fucked another guy? Don't give me that look, I'm asking because you know a lot about gay sex for a virgin." I roll my eyes, but his question was too stupid for an answer. "Is it your magic, then?" He continues. "Yes, actually," I respond, he gives me a look of disbelief, "In my mind, I've had gay sex with you a lot of times. I know how to do it at this point, just like back when I was a real virgin. I knew everything I had to know about fucking a woman because I had done it already."

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.

"It's complicated. That night, after I got a photo of Kinan kissing a man, I don't know why my body felt like I wanted to go to a gay Bar. I saw there was a lot of happiness there. Then, I had a drink and the waiter offered me a one-night stand with a man. He gave me the key to the room. In the room, I immediately hugged him tightly. The hug he gave really made me peaceful. After that, we had sex and I became the bottom party who sighed deliciously. Our game really- really made me feel better. I didn't want him to go but he lied." Vero stroked the mane of my hair, he looked at me intently, his jet-black eyes made me get a little radiance of calm there. "Then after this, what are you going to