Gay Shots Novels & Stories

Closing my eyes, I slump back against the cushioned back of the booth. When the scents of our mates wafts towards me. Opening my eyes, I stand and move towards the railing. Looking around when I see them by the bar. My breath hitches in my throat and my palms become sweaty. Gaia looks fucking delicious in her black leather leggings, red v neck top and the fuck me boots. Fuck! I feel myself getting hard as she smirks up at me. Both Calista and Jake follow her line of sight and they smirk too. I’m so fucking dead.

I’m already naked on the pool table, legs in the air, Sharpie tally marks climbing my inner thighs like a ladder to hell. Word spread faster than chlamydia at a frat house, $500 cash to the first man who puts a baby in Kaylee Mae Parker. No rubbers, no pulling out. Winner takes the pot and bragging rights forever.

He snapped. Nougat made a contemptuous facial expression after hearing the list of responses. He snorted and nodded his head in feigned agreement. "Yup. You're not gay, boy! You're just a f***ing sad guy! Disgusting!" he retorted with sarcasm (gay also means happy).

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

The garden was empty, and no one was in sight. Slowly, I unlocked my phone again and typed in "gay male sex". My thumb hovered over the search bar as I hesitated, my face growing hot. It was stupid. I shouldn’t be doing this. But I needed answers. Information. Something to sate my curiosity. Bracing myself, I clicked the enter button. And suddenly my screen was filled with videos and thumbnails I’d never cared to look at before. Two men kissing. Touching. Bodies against each other in ways that made my pulse jump to my throat.

I angrily sneered at her. "Aren't you attracted to me?" Yvette wondered. "NO! Not even an inch. So get out! I don't need a woman...I'm full!" I irritatedly exclaimed. "Are you a gay?" Yvette sarcastically blurted out. "Because I don't want you doesn't meant I am a gay. I don't just do sex with any random girl. I want a clean, first hand pussy, get out!" I don't give respect to such kind of a woman. One woman was enough for me. Shasha can provide me all the satisfaction I needed.

I pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm, lost in the sensation. My mummy friend brought the phone closer, propping it up so I could see the screen. “Watch with us,” she urged. The video had shifted to something new—two men entangled, their bodies moving together in raw, passionate ways. Gay p**n, explicit and unfiltered. Cocks sliding into mouths, hands stroking, hips snapping in fervent thrusts. The sight shocked me at first, but combined with Uncle Sam pounding into me from behind, it sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me.

I'm guessing the pink one is the 'really gay' pair. "Go with the white one, you want to make people guess about your sexualityfor an extra minute at least." Gabe lets out a quick chuckle, "Why would I want to do such a thing? Fine, only because you said so. Go get changed! I'll get you in ten minutes."

My grip on the sheet loosened and I held it closer before it could fall. “Nu-uh, none of that,” Gabe said, pointing to Shane’s hand. “I mean this with as much respect as possible. Keep all spicy business to a minimum, if possible and sir, can you put your third leg away? It’s kind of distracting,” Gabe said flirtatiously as he pushed a strand of dirty blonde hair behind his ear. My cheeks flushed as my gaze darted to my right. My eyes locking on the very large cock that stood between his legs. “Oh my fucking Godde—” Odis coughed as he pretended to stare at something interesting out the window.

Regardless of the lack of affirmation from Roth, Craig was continuing to speak, “I know you're wondering, so: A power bottom is a man who both receives the penetration and dominates during sex, taking control of things like speed, depth, and position.” “Contrary to straight sex, gay sex isn't Nike: You can't just do it. You have to think about things. What did you eat last night? How clean are you? Is there lube nearby? Anal is a bit more complicated and often more painful than vaginal sex. Therefore, gay men don't always have the luxury of getting it on at the drop of a hat.”