Gay Wrestling Stories Novels & Stories

"And my friends are here to breed your little ass, Jamie. You’ve been such a good little slut for me, I figured it was time you learned how to handle a real crowd." "No!" I gasped, shaking my head, even as my heart hammered with a dark, forbidden thrill. "I don't want it! Kade, please, tell them to leave!" "It doesn't matter what you want," Kade said, moving toward the window. The two men began stripping, their clothes hitting the floor in heavy piles. They were towering over me, their shadows swallowing my small frame. The bearded one, Brian, reached down and ripped my shorts the rest of the way off. He didn't hesitate…he delivered a stinging, heavy spank to my bare ass that made me cry out

"Why? You won't be able to resist my hotness if I did?" She laughed again and slapped my hand away from her. "You're practically a walking parasite so hands off, will you?" I raised my eyebrow at her fierceness but then corrected, "A sexy walking parasite." She rolled her eyes and then raised his hand up. "I, Natasha Greene, only dated this immoral bitch parasite in front of me for only a month due to the reason that she's a horrible evolution of a bisexual woman," she vowed and then offered her hand down. "Happy now, Arisa?"

Then they picked me up like I weighed nothing, laying me out on a big pile of fresh straw. Gaius stretched out first, guiding me down onto his cock so it speared my pussy. Another guy, the limper, got behind, working his way into my ass with steady pushes. The last three circled us, taking turns shoving into my mouth, their hands wandering—pinching my hard nipples, slapping my thighs to leave pink marks. Sweat made our skin gleam, bits of straw clinging to the wet spots. Up above, the crowd cheered for what sounded like a chariot race, the ground trembling faintly with the wheels.

“I wouldn’t even care if it was my Mum. Not that she’s ever about long enough.” “I watched this porno where the stepmom walks in on the guy wanking and offers to help,” was Jamie’s random input. “You watch straight people porn?” Kayla frowned at him. “Straight people watch gay porn, don’t they? A penis is a penis,” Jamie shrugged. This made the others laugh. They seemed to love Jamie’s little stories and insights. “So,” Jamie turned to Adam, ignoring the others. He often did this, as though he knew Adam wasn’t impressed with him and desperately wanted to gain him as one of his little following. It was annoying. “Did you hear about that teenage gangster who murdered those sex traffickers?”

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

I’d heard stories of women ending up torn, bleeding so badly they needed surgery, some even slipping into comas from the blood loss. I used to think those warnings were exaggerated, especially when women’s bodies could stretch wide enough to bear children. But staring at Gael now, at how terrifyingly huge and painfully hard he was, and at the dark, unrelenting look in his eyes, I knew if he tried, I’d become one of those stories. Gael stepped forward, caging me to the wall again. I barely had time to gasp before he pressed the hot length of him between my folds, sliding slowly along the damp slickness he’d left behind.

Cassandra gasps as Willy, one of the oldest here, tells stories of his glory days. “Ask him how many ribs he’s missing,” I whisper to her, and her eyes widen in shock. “Four,” Willy says and holds up as many fingers. “Had them punched clean out of me.” “You’re lying,” she says with a laugh, and the sound of it heats my body from the inside out. “I’d never lie to a pretty woman,” Willy says, and his best friend George scoffs. “That’s the first person you’re lying to,” George says. “Don’t believe a word he says. But if you want to talk about real injuries, let me tell you about the time I dislocated both my hips and still won my fight.”

All characters are 18 years or older. This story can be read as a stand-alone. If you would like to read more about the main characters, please check out "In Love With A Lesbian Episodes" in the First Time category. This story contains elements of anal, exhibitionism, group (mmf and mff), mild reluctance, toys, lesbian, and of course lots of sex. Austin, Alanna and their housemates play Strip Poker on a rainy day and everyone gets frisky.

I had anticipated this since yesterday and right now I just needed to blow a load and get home. I surfed the net looking for my favorite object insertion p**n to beat my meat off to, I mean, what better way to get a load ready? Lubing my cock with my saliva, my palm rubbed off on my cap first before moving downwards and upwards. The screen showed a group of men holding down a gay teenager and impaling him with a ball. My mouth watered as my hand moved faster on my rock hard penis. “Shit” I gasped low and breathy as the men treated him as an object for their pleasure and not a love making session.

I figured he was too engrossed in his own fantasy to notice the sounds coming from my side of the room, so I hooked my underwear under my balls and proceeded to stroke my 8-incher while picturing Eric in all his naked glory walking toward my bed. So engrossed in my own pleasure, I didn't notice that Eric was really standing by my bed until he sat down beside me and placed his hand on my thigh. "It seems we have the same problem," he said, staring at my fully erect cock. He stroked his own dick slowly as he rubbed the inside of my thigh. "Maybe we could help each other out." I stammered out a reply. "What do you mean?" I tried to pretend. I shouldn't show him that I was eager or has been want