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I told him about my cum, anal sex, and foot fetishes, and together we just clicked. We did it every way imaginable. Since he hated condoms, he unloaded his thick spunk in my pussy or ass almost daily. We talked about our fantasies, and he admitted he liked seeing me fuck his friends. I admitted I wanted to be gangbanged. I never really knew if he was serious. I planned to find out during his next poker night with his friends. When the evening came, his friends Bill, Roger, and Steve were there, along with Steve’s brother Paul. I could hear them laughing and joking around.

18+ ONLY. This chapter contains graphic sexual content, including explicit group sex, anal sex, rough sexual activity, and strong language. Reader discretion is advised. ••• I was a twenty-year-old gay virgin with a ridiculous weakness for older men. So when six masked daddies offered to gangbang me, my first instinct wasn't to run. It was to imagine what they'd do to me. It came through Grindr a little after ten that night. There was no sweet talk, and no attempt to make the invitation sound appealing. Just a short order from a profile called The Group.

And now, for fourteen whole days, it was just the two of us in this massive modern house. I tried to distract myself by curling up on the big sectional couch with my laptop. It was late, the house was quiet, and my curiosity had been building for weeks. With shaking fingers, I typed in a p**n site I’d only visited once before. I chose something soft, a video titled “Gentle First Time” and plugged in my headphones.

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?"

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

“I also know you have a rule. No male clients.” My heart hammered against my ribs. “It’s a preference. Not a judgment.” A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “I’m a man of the law, Calvin. I appreciate clear rules. I also appreciate when they have… exceptions.” He took a slow breath, his composure cracking for the first time I’d ever seen. A faint flush crept up his neck. “I’m gay. Deep in the closet. And I haven’t… I want to try your service.”

So I’ve had gay fantasies for a while, but I never acted on them. I recently broke up with my ex, so I’ve been exploring my sexuality a little more. Looking at dick pics online, sexting guys, but nothing like what happened last night. I know this one gay guy who goes to my gym. 4-5 years ago we used to work together, and he told me I was cute, but I had a gf at that time, and so I was like thank you but sorry I’m cuffed.

He does text me every hour to check in though so maybe that’s how he’s managing to hold up. At lunch, I saw him among his friends. His eyes however were set on me, and I sent a small smile. He didn’t smile back but I saw his eyes twinkle like a five year old. We sat down by our table and discussed our project a little bit more to polish some finer details. We settled on a 1920’s gay themed story about two boys in the athletics club. The characters Ray and Ban were supposed to be a classic enemies-to-lovers trope where they hate each other’s guts but they unfortunately end up sharing the same bedroom at the sports dorm. Ray being bisexual and Ban being gay but each unable to come out due to t

There was a lot of potential in the writing so he passed it through. The next three were quick rejections. Then he clicked on the next one and quickly noticed it was a gay story. Becca must have followed through with her own suggestion to recruit online for gay erotica authors. He was disappointed to find that the story was a by-the-book CEO romance story. He had read plenty of similar ones over the past two months in the department. The only difference with this one was that the leads were both male. He hesitated over his decision. Becca looked busy over at her desk so he selected Adam for guidance.

I'm sure this gay man woke up in his bed. "W-What? Can you say it again? Maybe I just heard wrong." The second time I rested deeply. "He found out my number." I crossed my two fingers. I'm sure he'll preach to me. "Why did you put your number in that school? It's late at night, brother. You're really testing your stupidity. What's your spare sim for?" "Eh, I forgot that." I couldn’t help but gasp with nervousness. "How am I going to do it tomorrow? I'm supposed to go with them!"