Male Couple Novels & Stories

The couple was a single entity, more formidable, and far more honest, than they had ever been. The marriage is publicly validated, structurally secured, and emotionally honest, setting the stag e for their future as co-equals.

I intoned. “ Yeah, I've been married to my husband for sixteen years”, the smile was stretching all the more as we finally got to his office, “ here is a photo of us”, he reached for his desk and got a desk frame showing a picture of him and a kind of older looking man. The older looking man was hugging him from the back and they were both looking at the camera, smiling. Really smiling. “ Awwwn, you both are so cute”, I said, putting my hand over my mouth in that signature gay way. I couldn't care less. I was with a comrade. “ And you've been together for sixteen years?” I asked.

Claus stood in front of me, he momentarily turned around to give me a glare. "I do not care." The male did not hindered to shackle my wrist in his palm whilst he pulled me beside his muscular form. A gasp left my mouth, as I immediately grabbed his bicep with other hand, resisting my fall. The man did not noticed or he purposely ignored my struggle as he dragged me with him. "Why are we here, Claus?" Eyes annoyed, grip tightening. The man did not answer my quivering question. I was getting paranoid the passing second, every voracious moment hindered me to think of worst. My husbands, as they called themselves, were unpredictable.

Seated around the couch, with her family and her husband's family, discussing the purpose of their marriage. “It’ll only be for five years, till our company is stable” Bella’s father said that night, his eyes pleading that Bella had to accept the request. Bella didn’t exactly plan on rejecting the offer because well, the man she was asked to marry was breathtakingly beautiful. She’s seen a few men, but this one, the one she’s supposed to marry, was definitely a threat to the male population. He had big, well toned muscles, a handsome face, deep green orbs and beautiful skin.

They are together sitting in a chair while kissing and holding each other’s hands. PLEASE TELL ME THAT THIS IS JUST A F*CKING JOKE!

Max has really outdone himself this time. "In the years they have been together, both on and off - we all chuckle to that - "their love and understanding of each other has grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife." A few 'about time's' fire through the crowd, making us chuckle some more.

Nevertheless, they appeared to be a charming couple. “You’re finally an adult! This lady here has been the best thing to happen to you! I’ve seen you guys together, and I can’t think of a more perfect pair! Let’s give it up for the happy couple!” he exclaimed, prompting applause from the audience. The man then ushered the couple to the front of the room, allowing everyone to see them.

They need the right strategy. A strong couple. They're very compact in fighting. Do you guys agree with Marry? What happens next? Wait for the next chapter. Byeee.

One married couple teaches another couple a sexy game. Enjoy reading.. *************** I'm a married man, and for the first 12 years of that marriage, my wife and I had what you might call a pretty unremarkable sex life. I don't mean to denigrate it. We had sex reasonably often and we both enjoyed it, but we never really did anything surprising or noteworthy, anything that would be worth writing a story about. We were just a typical suburban couple with two kids and a dog and your usual set of problems. But all that changed last summer.

Rage threatens to blur my vision as he walks to the wine bar and picks up a bottle, taking a clean glass along before corking it open and pouring a decent amount of the red liquid into the glass. “The part that knows we’re married, and a couple.” I run my fingers through my hair in frustration, a thin line holding me back from losing my mind. “ This is not a f*ck*ng real marriage, and we’re not a couple!” I cry out, desperate to get the information into his thick head. He shrugs, bringing the glass to his lips and taking a sip. “Couples live together, Peony. And that’s exactly what we’re doing, isn’t it?” He turns to me, a smug smile playing on his lips.