Gaysex Stories Novelas e Histórias

Arriving in Surabaya, we rested at a cafe. There the LGBT Gang asked me to tell another story. And coincidentally, they asked me to talk about sex. "Tell me everything you know about sex," Leah said. "Yes, Lang, we want to know," said Gary. “We want to hear it,” said Tiffany to which Brittany agreed. I just had a dream about a prostitute, and now I've been asked what I know about sex. "Okay," I agreed.

And I have to find a job that pays well. My gay friend, Jayson, has been offering me this job since I was a teen. But I didn’t accept it simply because I wasn’t interested. But now that I need money more than ever, I accepted it without telling Paolo. Why would I? He won’t care. He only cares about his damn little cock and all his vices. Why did I even marry such a man like him? Oh hell. It had been five months since I arrived at this job, a job doing p**n videos.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

I figuratively heard my pride as a gay man who loves sex being crushed into tiny little pieces. Gunner was right that I knew and heard about men experimenting with sex with gay men. I heard about them countless times, telling people that they just do it with gay men out of curiosity, excitement, and the sex. But again, knowing about it doesn’t make the pain and the anger less.

I could feel his eyes on me the entire way, the shame only making me wetter. When I reached his room, he led me to a hidden door I hadn’t noticed before. And my jaw almost dropped as I looked around. It was practically a sex play room. The walls were lined with toys; vibrators of every size, clamps, whips, cuffs, plugs of every size. I stared in shock at the sheer number of them. Sameal handed me a ball gag and a blindfold. “Put them on.” I nodded obeying without a single thought. He lifted me off the floor and positioned me on a padded bench.

I'm so hard. Nobody will know if I watch gay porn. Nobody will know. I try to convince myself I will fucking know. Me. I'm not a fucking fa- I catch myself mid-thought. This is why Jay and Blake hate me now. Don't be a fucking bigot Louis, I tell myself. I look at the gay tab again and on an impulsive thought, click on it. The website loads to the gay content. My dick throbs in anticipation I scroll, looking at the thumbnails. A lot of it is the same as straight porn. Blowjobs... handjobs... fucking...

Chris remained thoughtful and responded, "It's possible." Paige continued, "You might not believe it, but the proportion of gay people in society is not small. I've seen many sad stories online about women who were deceived into marrying gay men. Some even had children, but their husbands didn't love them. They were merely using them to hide their true sexuality. Some of these women even contracted HIV." Chris was somewhat taken aback by the revelation. He wondered where Paige had come across such stories online. Paige asked, "What do you think? Do you believe it's possible?"

I became gay at the gym (4) "Good girl," Wayne replied as he released my hair from his grasp and then sat back on the sofa. "Now suck my big, black dick and become a dirty cocksucker." It didn't escape my knowledge that by letting go of my hair, it was up to me to take this final step. I was going to explore gay sex, and not only that, I was going to be a "sissy slut" as Wayne liked to say, whatever that meant.

I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t