Gay Wrestling Stories Novels & Stories

"He is so big. I felt like I was being split in two. But then... the pleasure came. I came so hard I screamed. Twice. He filled me with his cum until it leaked down my thighs." The men groaned in approval, several adjusting themselves openly in their seats. Rafael's cock pressed hard against my hip through his trousers, thick and ready again. He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "Good girl. Now bend over the table slightly. Let them see how pretty your ass looks in that garter belt."

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.

"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?"

He groaned and pushed me against the table, hands gripping my hips. “This is a terrible idea,” I gasped between kisses. “Shut up,” he growled, lifting me onto the table. Papers scattered to the floor. He shoved my skirt up roughly and tore my panties down my legs. His fingers found me already wet. “Fuck, you’re soaked. All that fighting gets you hot, doesn’t it?” “Only because I picture choking you,” I lied, reaching for his belt. Nathan laughed darkly and pushed two thick fingers inside me. I moaned loudly, gripping his shoulders. He pumped them fast, thumb pressing on my clit with perfect pressure.

All while he was being put in different positions by Toussaint, he’d ignored this and shoved it to the back of his mind to focus on the sinful desire. He’d broken Athena’s third rule of professionalism. And now he was attached. And it was everything he feared. Jace gulped, carefully giving his choices a thought as realization hit him. “I’d love to, Toussaint,” he whispered, carefully choosing his words. “But I still work with the hotel. It’s not something I’m willing to throw away.” Toussaint didn’t stop kissing his napes, although a little more subtly as he pinched his nipples, then down to his cock that was growing again.

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

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.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

That was when she met Adrian. And then, of course, she shifted the subject. “Okay, enough trauma bonding. Let’s talk about your sex life with Adrian.” I blinked. “Wait, what?” Gia grinned wickedly. “Girl, I’ve done threesomes, foursomes, even a fivesome once, don’t ask me how that worked. You’ve got to have some wild stories.”

Taylor presented to their husbands a collection of their best videos of being fucked by studs like my brother and Dad. They also presented their pregnancy tests. One was bred by Carter, the other by Dad. As for the gangbang, well, that's another story. * * * Kristen hopes to write the gangbang story. She shudders, coming down from her masturbatory high. She licks her fingers clean as she thinks of another story to tell. "Maybe those nuns?" she asks herself. "They were fun to write about. Mmm, have to get the pastor back into the fun. And how to get his son involved, too? That would make it hot."