Gay Taboo Erotica Novels & Stories

Her voice etched with deep desire and lust, her eyes meets Sophia’s as she plays with her own boobs, “run your tongue on me while Caleb fucks you gently.” Sophia leaned forward, like a predator about to feed on its prey. Her lower lip brushed against Vanessa’s pussy which earned her a soft moan from Vanessa. She began slowly at first but eventually, her tongue finds itself along the wet folds. Vanessa tasted salty and sweet. Sophia licked again, firmer this time; more confident affirming control. She found the clit and circled it. She looks up, watching Vanessa moaning softly, her ragged hair adding to the tension as she puts one hand on Sophia’s head. She guided her gently. Caleb stepped cl

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

I leaned on my shoulders, letting my legs fall open, slowly. The lace framed my cunt like a gift, lips already swollen, slick shining in the laptop glow with the fabric clinging to my skin due to my wetness. My clit stuck out hardly, begging to be flicked badly. “I made a bet with myself,” I murmured, rubbing two fingers over my clit slowly, teasing my folds, so he could see everything. “I bet you can’t keep up the gay act for too long. Not when your little sister’s dripping right in front of you.”

“ Be a good girl when I'm gone, you know what I don't like, don't do it. “ I heard her release a deep hum. I touched her skin soft until it melted into my hands, I carried her to the bathroom and laid her inside the bathtub. I marvelled at how delicately her body sat, I soon turned on the shower and used the water as lubricant to passionately massage her body. Ava released soft moans here and there, I had her biting her lower lips and turning her head. I massaged her sweetly until the hair in her body stood, until goosebumps filled her skin. My personality, Agra was his name. As I touched her body, I felt hard and big inside, it gave me delight to pleasure her. My eyes weren't only red, it w

I peeked, hiding by the side of the doorframe, careful not to get caught. And there he fucking was—Rick, he wasn’t having sex with anyone like I’d suspected, he laid open on the king-sized bed in all his glory, his back to the bedhead, naked and vulnerable. His legs were up in the air, knees pressed toward his chest like he was positioning to get rimmed... His cock was rock-hard, throbbing with a shiny silver penis ring clamped at the base of his cock, balls, swollen under the strain. On the laptop beside him was gay p**n, playing out— one muscular man topped a twink, pounding him relentlessly. Rick’s eyes were glued to the screen, blazing with lust, as his hand worked between his spread ass

I stand up straight and fix my bra before I open the door for him to see me in my glory, my white shirt unbuttoned, my red bra and my mini skirt pushed up. “M-miss bailey!“ Toby stutters and steps back in surprise, bringing his hands down to cover his crotch with both of them. He looks so innocent with how he tries, his dick is so big that his hands can do nothing to hide the meaty rod from my sight. I lick my lips and give him a fake stern glare, I need to see how he folds for me, how he is willing to be a good boy for me. “What are you doing?“ I ask and his eyes darts around the room, “hmmm?“ I ask and move closer to him, carefully taking my steps to make him weak and as thirsty as I am. I

TOBY It looks like any other sauna: wooden walls, benches along the sides, and a big heater in the middle with hot stones on top, pouring clouds of steam into the room. The only thing that sets it apart is the two guys in the corner, naked, their bodies pressed together, mouths locked in a passionate kiss. They pay us no attention as we walk in. Diesel and I keep our towels on and sit down on the opposite side of where the action is happening. “Shit, Tobs, this place is wild, huh? Never knew there were so many gays in this city.” Diesel does his best to keep it low, but with a voice like his, it’s pointless.

he said, voice perfectly casual, “what does Bataille mean when he says the sacred is only possible through profanation?” The room went quiet. Every eye turned to her. Ivy swallowed. The plug shifted as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. She felt the trickle of wetness slide further down her thigh. “It… it means that true ecstasy comes from breaking taboos,” she managed, voice trembling. “From defiling what is supposed to be untouchable.” Gabriel’s smile was slow, approving—and terrifying in its intimacy.

“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!”

They had been very pleased with the results, and had often done it together since then. Like a lot of young girls, they didn’t believe that anybody else actually did that. They heard other girls talk about how this or that boy had tried to “get his hand in my panties”. All of those girls swore up and down they hadn’t let the boy do that. Neither twin could imagine letting a boy touch them like that. It was too weird. But they liked touching themselves. It was their secret and it was special. It was so special, in fact, that they made a pact that neither of them would let any boy touch them between the legs until both girls were ready to let a boy do that ... which both girls were sure would