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When I was in college, at a large state university in the South, I haunted the johns looking to service other students. In those days, when gay liberation had not arrived in the South, most of the homosexual activity at the college involved sucking off straight guys in the johns. But there was also some activity in the then rather small town, which boasted a cruising area around the train station. It was there that I encountered "Golden Boy," a young man of exceptional beauty.

"Tell me about it." I let out a tired breath. "Elena, I'm really tired, I just want to sleep." "I know," she said, kissing my shoulders softly. "But I want to hear about it because it helps me feel close to you." I sighed, my eyes closing almost immediately. "Liam brought a friend, and we had a threesome. They fucked me. I came. They both came. The end." I know I was very sarcastic about my response, but I was too tired to care.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

"Fuck me harder. Please, give it to me deep. You feel so much better than her." My stomach dropped. The heat made the betrayal hit ten times worse. Slick gushed down my legs while disgust and rage boiled in my chest. My boyfriend was gay, or at least into men, and he was letting my own twin brother rail him raw in their shared living room. Kane pushed back greedily, begging for more, his voice breaking on every thrust. They did not notice me at first. When my brother finally looked up and froze mid-stroke, Kane's eyes snapped open. He saw me standing there. His face drained of color, but his cock stayed rock hard, glistening.

“I’m not.” I tilted my head. “Didn’t look straight when you made out with me at that club.” He laughed, sharp and bitter. “I’m not gay because I’m not broken.” That did it. “What does that mean?” I growled. He stepped closer, his eyes burning. “People become gay because they’re insecure. They are gay because they know they can't satisfy a woman.” I scoffed. He will be surprised that gay men are better in bed. And he would know that if I actually fucked him that night.

Just as I was about to blow, Brian pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his huge, thick cock. He shoved it in in one long, agonizingly perfect slide. My eyes rolled back into my head, my mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he began to slam into me, his weight crushing me into the mattress. Kade watched, his hand moving faster on his own dick. He loved fucking my tight little asshole, but seeing me get claimed by his buddies…seeing me used and shared like a common whore…was clearly giving him a whole new level of sick satisfaction. The other guy, Ken, didn't want to wait his turn. He walked over to Kade’s chair and dropped to his knees. He began to suck Kade’s dick like a profes

He’d figured out they were on to him, and he’d skipped town, leaving me and whoever else he’d been working with holding the bag. It was possible, of course, that his delight in dick had nothing to do with his disappearing act. But the more I thought about it, the more I felt it had to. The closet makes you do stupid stuff. I’d come out so early, I had been spared most of that angst, but I knew gay men who pretended to be bisexual, married women, lied to girlfriends and bosses, then did dangerous stuff like picking up strange men in dark alleys, or staying in abusive relationships because they were too scared to complain to anyone.

When they notice my fated mate is a guy, would they cast me out? I began to wonder, then let out a heavy breath, caressing my man’s body. It wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just heat. It was real love, the kind of love that demanded me staying with Leonardo forever. I had marked him as mine, yes, he now neared my mark. But he can’t even show it proudly, because they don’t accept us here. Before now, I had always doubted the stories that gay men could find their fated mates in a man, I thought it would always be a woman and that those stories were myths but now it’s happening to me. I’m more than shocked, really excited.

Hi I'm Jaden and i got a little too curious about what it was like to have sex with other men, and to be honest all it took was my new friend at school ,to give me the best sex of my life, let me tell how i first discovered i was gay. i had a cousin Mattew who came out of the closet few months ago, my family took it well really, accepted him, i didn't understand it at all, why will you like men, when the most beautiful, Lucious beings on earth, exist, I congratulated him but i was left stunned...i grew curious every day, he came over for the summer last month, and let me but it out there Mattew is more like a top not a bottom, he dressed better than most of us, but still had the masculine fe

Raphael hasn't stopped scratching his ears and they are already bleeding. “That is the problem, Nate. It's not a she but a he. My mate is a guy. I am gay Nate and I know you hate gay people."